Monday, March 28, 2011
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In Chapter 6 of NOWHERE GIRL, the plot thickens when the terrorists call Palestinian arms dealer Avi Abbas about their missing 'package.' Meanwhile, stripper with a suitcase nuke Cherry Nation waits for the bus, and Homeland Security agent April Street yells at her boss, black ops spook Sledge Crafton, with disastrous results ...
INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - NIGHT
Kamal clicks his phone shut. Looks at Hamad.
She said there was a delay,
that she was on her way,
and then -- the line went dead.
I do not understand.
It sounded like there was a struggle.
Our operation might be comprised.
Give me your phone.
He does. Hamad PUNCHES a number. Listens.
INT. DOWNTOWN LOFT - NIGHT
Avi stands out on the balcony, talking on his cell.
He fires up a smoke with a CLICK of his Zippo.
I assume you are calling to thank me.
And to confirm that payment is on the way.
There has been NO DELIVERY.
This -- woman is late,
and then she calls and says
there has been a delay,
and then there is fighting
and the phone goes dead.
What kind of operation are you running!?
Please accept my profuse apologies.
I have someone on the way
to intercept it as we speak.
All my packages get delivered.
Let me call my man and
I’ll get back to you within the hour.
Very well. I will await your word.
And look forward to concluding this transaction.
INT. DOWNTOWN LOFT - BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
Avi FLINGS his cigarette over the ledge.
Furiously PUNCHES a number on his cell. Listens.
INT. MARDO’S JOINT - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
April lies on the floor.
Token, a few feet away,
still out like a light.
She opens her eyes.
Sits up. Rubs her head.
The phone in Token’s pocket RINGS.
That might be Avi --
She goes to his jacket,
gets the phone. Listens.
What THE FUCK is going on? What HAPPENED?
Why haven’t you delivered the PACKAGE?
And where is TOKEN?
TOKEN gave THE PACKAGE to the WRONG PERSON.
A woman who looks like me.
He was EARLY. I was ON TIME.
Where is he now?
On the floor. Out cold.
Where are you?
Silverlake. At the house of the woman
who he gave the case to.
Or maybe its her boyfriend’s place,
I’m not sure.
There’s ANOTHER person involved in this?
Hey, you can thank Ware for that.
But you have the case? From the woman?
No. They’re gone.
What THE FUCK?
Relax. I’ve got Ware’s transmitter.
I’m gonna go get it.
But what about Ware?
You think I give two shits?
I don’t answer to you.
WARE fucked this up,
and now I’M gonna have to
clean up his mess.
I have another call.
I’ll call you back.
(punches a button)
This is Street.
EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT
A lonely stretch of Sunset, way east.
Far from the strip.
Cherry and Peeler sit
on a bench at a bus stop. Waiting.
Cherry grips the briefcase
to her chest like it’s a baby.
We should figure out a way
to get you out of those handcuffs.
That would be nice.
There’s the bus.
Go Metro. Leave the bombing to us --
INT. MARDO’S JOINT - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
April looks through Token’s pockets.
Finds the handcuff keys.
(on the phone)
Sledge. What a pleasant surprise.
INT. INTELLIGENCE OFFICE - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
Sledge paces slowly,
sipping scotch from a cut-glass tumbler.
BARKS into the speakerphone on his desk.
Watch your tone with me, GIRLIE.
I’m still your fucking BOSS.
Is that MY fucking boss --
or FUCKING my boss?
Can it, Street, before I can YOU.
What’s going on? You secure the case?
Uh -- no.
There’s been a little -- problem.
A little PROBLEM?
So help me Street,
if you’ve fucked this up,
I’m gonna have your ass.
You’ve already had my ass.
Now listen to me,
and don’t interrupt --
STREET, GODAMMIT --
SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!
Avi’s guy Ware came in
and fucked everything up!
The girl and the guy
who have the case split,
but I’ve got Ware’s tracking transmitter,
and I will FIND THEM and GET IT --
so stop thinking with your DICK,
take a CHILL PILL,
and let me do my JOB.
Sledge HURLS his glass
against the wall with a CRASH.
How DARE you talk to me like that.
I will NOT have it.
I’m dismissing you from the case.
And the unit.
You’re putting out
a burn notice on me?
See you IN HELL.
He PUNCHES the speakerphone,
sending it FLYING across the room --
where it CRACKS into the wall.
Sledge? Boss? You there?
Talk about a severance package --