Fiddler On The Roofie

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In Chapter 8 of NOWHERE GIRL, Homeland Security agent April Street makes her escape from the evil clutches of black ops spook Token Ware ... in his car. Meanwhile, undercover Al Queda terrorists Amad and Kamal decide to the let the trophy wife of their Hollywood Hills homeowner hostage take a bath room break ... after which they'll rape her.


EXT. MARDO’S JOINT - NIGHT
April comes out
the front door,
walks to the curb.
Sees Token’s big, black SUV.
Takes out his keys,
presses a button,
and THWIP,
the doors open.

APRIL
He won’t mind
if I borrow it
for a little while.

The front door FLIES OPEN,
and Token RACES toward April,
carrying the chair
she cuffed him to.

She JUMPS IN.
LOCKS the doors.

Token POUNDS
on the window.

TOKEN
Open the fucking DOOR,
BITCH!

APRIL
(pulls out her gun)
Back off!

He raises the chair,
and SMASHES it into
the driver’s side window,
SHATTERING it.

Glass SPRAYS.

April FLINGS the
door open, LEAPS OUT,
and KICKS him, WHACK!

He FLIES backward.
THUD.

He gets up,
chair now gone,

holding his chained
wrists apart,
like a weapon.

TOKEN
I’m gonna KILL you.

April SHOOTS him
in the head.

BANG.

It EXPLODES in a
cloud of red mist.

APRIL
Not if I kill you
first.
(beat)
Asshole.
Now I gotta
clean this up.

INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
Hamad sits at the bar,
sips from a cut-glass
rock glass.

HAMAD
(to the husband)
Excellent scotch.
(holds up the bottle)
Glenlivet.
(to Kamal)
Make a note of it.

Kamal nods.
He starts pacing,
looks worried.

Hamad opens up a cigar box.
Takes one out. Sniffs it.

RICH HUSBAND
Cuban.
Help yourself.

He GRABS a fistful.
SHOVES them in his pocket.

HAMAD
Damn right
I help myself.

Hamad shoves one
in his mouth.
Starts to light it.

RICH HUSBAND
You’re supposed to
cut the --

HAMAD
SHUT UP.
I know how to
smoke CIGAR.

He BITES OFF the end.
SPITS IT out.

Sticks it back in.
FIRES it up.

He leans back, smiling.
Puffing away.

KAMAL
I am concerned about
the -- delivery, sir.

HAMAD
So we have to wait a bit.
We are comfortable.
I trust Avi.
He comes recommended
most highly.

Trophy Wife starts
quietly sobbing.

HAMAD
SILENCE.
One of the guards, SAAD,
grins a brown,
broken-tooth smile.

SAAD
She soiled herself,
oh holy one.

The other guard,
MOHAMMED, nods solemnly.

MOHAMMED
She smell like
wet camel in hot sun.

RICH HUSBAND
Please sir,
if you have any decency,
would you please let her
get cleaned up and change
into some fresh clothes.
We’re cooperating with you.
(takes off his watch)
Here, take my watch.
It’s a Rolex.
It’s worth twenty-five-
thousand dollars.

Saad SNATCHES the watch,
brings it to Hamad.

He inspects it, smiles,
slips it on.

HAMAD
Very well.
(to Saad)
Take the woman
to her room, let her
shower and change.

SAAD
And then I
have sex with her?

HAMAD
Of course.
(smiles)
We all will.
It is, how they say
in the States --
(beat)
Gang Bang?