Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Take Me To Your Honey Pot
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In Chapter 11 of NOWHERE GIRLS, this really start to heat up when 'Assassin To The Stars' The Bagger and his henchwoman Lemon Lebon start tracking Homeland Security agents April Street's and Cherry Nation's location at interpol agent Bibi LaSalle's safe house -- but before they get too near, Serge removes the GPS tracking device that had been planted in Bibi's neck ...
INT. BUGS’ SUV - NIGHT
Bugs sits behind the wheel.
Looks at The Bagger quizzically.
Did you clear it with Honey?
Hell, no. Mind your own business.
You’re the DRIVER, that’s it.
So if you know what’s good for you,
zip the lip. This is MY op.
A soft RAP-RAP-RAP on the tinted window.
Bagger rolls it down, revealing -- Lemon.
She leans in the window.
Hey there, worker bee.
Ready to dive bomb the hive?
Take me to your honey pot.
She opens the rear door.
Hops in. Looks at Bugs.
Wow. This must be big.
We’ve got a driver and everything.
I’m not a DRIVER.
I’ll have you know
I’m clearance level six.
(to The Bagger)
You can’t expect me to believe
Lady Gaga here is an OPERATIVE.
My dear boy, this is Lemon LeBon.
She can kill a man in six languages.
She reaches forward,
PINCHES a spot on Bugs’ neck.
He HOWLS with pain.
SWATS her hand away.
OW. What the fuck was THAT?
Sibenik death grip.
All the rage in Croatia.
Don’t leave eastern Europe without it.
Let’s rock the fucking ROLL.
We have terrorists to seduce.
VAGINAS to capture.
Bugs puts the car in gear.
Switches on the GPS.
Starts driving. Mutters to himself.
I just HAD to leave the CIA --
INT. BIBI’S SAFE HOUSE - AT THAT MOMENT
Bibi lies on the couch on her side.
Serge has drawn a red circle on her neck.
He sterilizes the scalpel in alcohol.
Ingenious. They disguised the
entry wound as a birthmark.
No. That is real birthmark.
They took it off, then put it back on.
Like I said. Ingenious --
IN THE KITCHEN AREA
Cherry huddles with April,
looks white as a ghost.
The enormity of what’s happening
is finally sinking in.
How you holding up?
I’ve been better --
If that bitch hurts my kids, so help me god,
there’s gonna be HELL to pay.
We’ll gonna get this Honey Almond
character, trust me.
(looks at Bibi)
Well, Bibi DOES know her location. Hello.
That’s RIGHT. Shit.
I’m not TOO distracted --
That’s it, all done. As good as new.
The girls turn, look.
Bibi sits on the couch
with a bandage on her neck.
Smiles at the girls brightly.
I’m fucked with Band-Aid,
and Band-Aid’s fucked with me --
INT. BUGS’ SUV - MOVING - NIGHT
The crunchy snarl of The Sex Pistols’ SUBMISSION over --
Bugs and the gang cruising down
Pacific Avenue in Venice.
He glances at the GPS.
Turns white. Looks at The Bagger.
The signal. It STOPPED.
It stopped blinking.
Somebody disabled the tracking device?
But according to Honey,
it was implanted UNDER HER SKIN.
Shit, piss, fuck, COCKSUCKER.
How close were we before it went out?
Just a couple of blocks.
Pull over, NOW.
Bugs does. Sighs. Looks at Bagger.
Okay, what now?
You stay in the car.
Lemon and I will search door-to-door.
Ooh, goody. Like Halloween.
The Bagger pulls out a snub-nosed
Uzi submachine gun out of his coat.
Raises it. Grins.
Except this time, the trick IS the treat --