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In Chapter 1 of NOWHERE GIRL, exotic dancer Cherry Nation waits in an airport bar waiting for her flight to Vegas, and in a case of mistaken identity, gets accosted by an ugly thug in a trenchcoat. Meanwhile, Homeland Security agent April Street ... a dead ringer for Cherry ... runs through the airport at breakneck speed on a mission from hell ...
INT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - BAR - DUSK
One of those bland watering holes
for travelers who aren’t picky about ambiance.
Or their cocktails.
A WOMAN (20’s) sits at
a table near the windows,
watching the planes.
Unbelievably hot, with long,
long black hair.
Reckless curves.
Sleek. A gazelle.
Meet CHERRY NATION.
Exotic dancer.
Former porn star.
Future entrepreneur.
Single mother of two.
Right now she’s sipping
a whiskey sour and
talking on her cell.
Tugs on her miniskirt.
CHERRY
Thanks for watching
the kids for me, Shag.
I owe you one.
(listens)
The money is fucking AMAZING.
I’m getting close to having
the amount I need to
quit dancing and open the store.
(listens)
Of course I’m taking my meds.
Mind your own business.
It’s OVER, Shag, and
you have no right to --
(listens)
I’ll call you
when I get to Vegas.
She feels something
in the small of her back.
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Don't move.
I have a gun pointed
at the base of your spine.
CHERRY
What the fuck?
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Don't speak.
Just listen.
CHERRY
But --
The gun CLICKS.
Camera PULLS BACK to reveal --
A TALL, UGLY THUG in
shades and a trench coat
seated at the table
behind her back.
He smiles.
Not a pretty sight.
TALL, UGLY THUG
I don’t know what kind
of game you’re playing,
girlie, and I don’t care.
Get off the fucking PHONE.
She clicks it shut.
TALL, UGLY THUG
Good girl.
Now listen carefully.
The briefcase is
next to your chair.
He FLIPS an envelope
onto her table.
TALL, UGLY THUG
Take this envelope.
In it, you’ll find an address.
Take the briefcase there.
Got it?
CHERRY
Listen to me, I think
you’ve got the wrong --
TALL, UGLY THUG
If you don't deliver the package
by sunrise, we’ll kill you.
And your family.
(nudges her with the gun)
GOT it?
She nods.
Frightened to death.
TALL, UGLY THUG
Lower your arm.
Put it near the case.
She does.
We hear a SNAP, CLICK.
TALL, UGLY THUG
Good girl.
Now you’re being smart.
I’m gonna leave now,
and you’re gonna keep
facing the window.
DO NOT MOVE. Understand?
CHERRY
Y-yes.
TALL, UGLY THUG
One last thing.
DO NOT open the briefcase.
If you do, you’ll die.
(beat)
Enjoy your cocktail.
He stands.
And in one fluid movement,
he’s gone.
Cherry vibrates in her chair, shaking.
Blinking back tears.
She raises her hand.
We see she’s clutching the briefcase.
And that she’s been handcuffed to it.
She puts it back down.
A good-looking HIPSTER
slides into the chair next to her.
Studiously messy hair.
Five-hundred dollar torn jeans.
HIPSTER
These airport bars kinda suck,
don’tcha think?
INT. AIRPORT SECURITY CHECKPOINT - AT THAT MOMENT
A long line of weary
TRAVELERS wait in line.
An ANGRY-LOOKING GUARD
waves a metallic wand
across a FAT MAN’S suit.
The detector SHRIEKS.
Angry’s face lights up.
DOWN THE CORRIDOR
A WOMAN is SPRINTING toward us.
Meet APRIL STREET (20’s).
Eyes burning fire.
Tall and foxy, with legs for days.
Baby’s in black.
But how can she run so fast
in stiletto heels?
As she runs, she KNOCKS over shit.
PLOWS into a ELDERLY MAN.
APRIL
(British accent, over her shoulder)
Sorry! Government agent!
She gets closer.
We see she’s a dead ringer
for Cherry Nation.
Like sisters.
What’s going on here?
April RACES up to the checkpoint.
Flashes her ID.
APRIL
Homeland Security!
Outta THE WAY!
A open-mouthed guard
takes a look at the badge.
Fancy stuff.
OPEN-MOUTHED GUARD
Sure thing, uh --
APRIL
MOVE IT, Kojak.
This is a NATIONAL EMERGENCY --
And she KNOCKS HIM OVER
and RACES down the corridor --
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