Tuesday, April 26, 2011
My Sister, The Spy
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In Chapter 27 of NOWHERE GIRL, the shit hits the fan when Homeland Security agent April Street arrives at the terrorists' Hollywood Hills mansion while former Special Forces op Renny Quick tries to defuse the suitcase nuke -- and learns the big secret about her relationship with stripper Cherry Nation.
INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Renny opens the case. Studies the bomb.
Scratches his chin.
Well, what are you waiting for?
I haven’t done this in -- ten years.
It’s all about shutting off the power.
Wiring is wiring.
I’m gonna need pliers,
or a pair of scissors,
something like that.
Hamad looks at the guards,
who are now conscious.
You. Go look in the kitchen.
They RACE OFF.
(looking at the wiring)
The red and the blue -- or the yellow --
FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Homeland Security! Nobody MOVE.
Walks into the room.
Automatic weapon trained on Renny.
Put your hands in the air
and step away from the device.
He’s DISARMING the device, bitch.
Who you calling a bitch?
(looks at them)
Are you two -- sisters?
They look a lot alike.
Will everyone please SHUT UP?
I’m trying to CONCENTRATE here.
Renny pulls out another pair of wires.
Wipes his forehead.
The LCD reads 4:15.
Where were you born?
In the UK. I was adopted.
My parents moved here I was four.
I was adopted when I was four.
I had a sister --
but they only took me.
I had a sister, too -- but --
That explains --
Why we --
THAT’S why I hate your guts.
And that’s why I hate YOURS.
My sister, the spy.
My sister, the --
(appraises her outfit)
Exotic dancer. Soon to be former.
The girls are GRABBED FROM BEHIND.
Saad has Cherry in a choke-hold.
Mohammed THROWS April to the floor.
Both aims Uzis at their heads.
Don’t move or I’LL SHOOT.
Go ahead. Give me REASON.
American women TALK TO MUCH.
Take them downstairs and shoot them.
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Put your HANDS IN THE AIR!
In bomb squad gear comes into the room,
assault rifle aloft.
The LCD reads 3:45.
Looks at the Fed.
Don’t shoot! This is a nuclear device.
Step away from case. NOW.
Put your gun down
or I shoot THE WOMAN!
Put down or we SHOOT!
The Fed SHOOTS Renny.
He HITS the floor.
What are you DOING?
He was DISARMING IT.
Two more FEDS in bomb squad gear
BURST IN from the kitchen
and start SHOOTING.
Saad’s and Mohammed’s heads EXPLODE.
Ladies, outside, NOW.
April and Cherry exchange glances.
What’s going on here?
They WANT the nuke to go off?
I said NOW.
Cherry GRABS the case with the money,
and they start RUNNING.
The LCD reads 2:25.
EXT. FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS
Two Feds in protective gear with helmets
stand in front of bomb squad truck.
They start walking toward Cherry and April.
I don’t trust them.
Let’s kick their ass.
INT. CIA HEADQUARTERS - CUBICLE - NIGHT
Lark takes a sip of her water bottle.
Touches her headset.
But I don’t understand.
You WANT it to go off?
But what about -- collateral damage?
INT. INTELLIGENCE OFFICE - NIGHT
Sledge Crafton stands at the bar.
Mixing a cocktail.
Speaking on his hands-free.
Too many people know.
It’s a big mess.
Better to start again
with a clean slate.
And it’s not a real nuke,
it’s an old Russian piece of shit
pipe bomb with a timer, that’s all.
We’ll find some patsy
and nail it on them,
like we did in Oklahoma City.
He leans down over the bar.
SNORTS a line of coke.
But what about April Street --
and the other girl?
They’re being evacuated.
I have special plans for THEM.
Don’t tell me your getting soft on me.
You’re one of the best moles I’ve ever had.
I’d hate to have to retire you, too.
But what about the agents on-site?
They don’t know the bomb is live.
Like you said, 'collateral damage' --