Hey there, crime kids. Happy Friday. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 10 of B-GIRLS, we reach the exciting conclusion of our story in which ... well, I'm not gonna tell you, as that would spoil the surprise, right? Read on, Macduff ...
EXT. LOFT BUILDING - NIGHT
The girls RACE outside,
head toward the van,
now parked in front.
Long comes RUNNING behind them.
LONG
Come BACK here.
The van’s doors FLY open.
They PILE in,
SLAM them closed,
just as Long reaches the van.
He POUNDS on the windows.
LONG
You’re not gonna
get away with this.
The van TAKES OFF.
IN THE VAN
The girls look at each other, grin.
High-five each other.
BLING
Looks like we just did, hacker-san.
INT. JACK’S HOUSE - STUDY/COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
Jack sits in a wing chair
across from the girls
in front of the fireplace.
They each hold a glass of champagne.
JACK
(toasts)
To a job well done, ladies.
BLING
This is kind of like Charlie’s Angels.
JACK
Well, now that you mention it --
LEXUS
What.
You have another job for us?
NEENA
(to the others)
Sorry, but my spy days are done.
Finito. Over.
JACK
What if I told you
it pays a hundred-K?
BLING
(narrows her eyes)
What’s the job?
JACK
Ever been to North Korea?
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