Homey Don't Play That Way

Happy Tuesday, hardboiled crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side. A place where the guys are tough, and the chicks tougher. A place that's lean and mean and will knock your socks off ... right here, at That Killing Feeling!

In today's episode of the spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, we meet FBI agents Sunday Sparks and Max Cargo, who are heading up the manhunt for April Street and Cherry Nation ... and things get a little 'hot under the collar' ...


INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT
The muster room has been converted into a command post.
Rows of FBI AGENTS man workstations
with laptops and LED screens showing data.
Spy satellite footage. News feeds.

Sunday watches a monitor with Max.

ON THE SCREEN
We see the boat the girls were in earlier hit the shore,
then disappear under the Venice Pier.

SUNDAY
Points at the screen.

SUNDAY
Just got this footage.
Street and Nation are in Venice.

MAX
(squints)
That’s them alright.
Do we have their present location?
And who’s the chick with them?

SUNDAY
Not yet.
(shakes her head)
I don’t know WHO that is --
(to the room)
Anybody track where the car went yet?

A STRANGE-LOOKING NERD AGENT
looks up from his laptop.

STRANGE-LOOKING NERD AGENT
Almost. Another minute or two.
Checking Sat fifty-four-twelve --

SUNDAY
Well, hurry the fuck up.
(to Max)
They stole a VW bus,
but then drove out of range.
(to another agent)
How we doing with the ID of the third person?

A SERIOUS-LOOKING FEMALE AGENT
jerks her head toward Sunday.

SERIOUS-LOOKING FEMALE AGENT
Searching databases. Nothing yet.

SUNDAY
Are you checking domestic AND foreign?

SERIOUS-LOOKING FEMALE AGENT
Uh, just domestic --

SUNDAY
HEL-LO?
Get your ass in gear, agent Lacy, PRONTO.

AGENT LACY
Y-yes, Ma’am.

She ducks down,
fingers furiously flying across the keyboard.

Max nods at Sunday.
They move off to the side away from the group.
Sunday sips her coffee. Eyes glinting.

MAX
Op getting you worked up?

SUNDAY
I love the smell of the hunt.
Gets my blood pumping.

MAX
Speaking of 'pumping,'
what do you say we catch some R and R
after we nab the ultra-vixens?
I know this great little dive bar nearby --

Sunday turns white.
GRABS Max by the balls.
SQUEEZES. HARD.

SUNDAY
Now you listen to me, OLD-TIMER.
Homey don’t play that way, GOT IT?

She lets go. Max GASPS. Holds his crotch.

MAX
G-got it.

SUNDAY
And if I WAS into guys,
it sure as HELL wouldn’t be
a burnt-out old FUCK like YOU.
Capishe?

MAX
Y-yeah. Listen, I’m really sorry.
I -- get worked up, too.
That was totally unprofessional,
and I feel like a total jackass.
Accept my apology?

SUNDAY
(cocks her head)
Oh my god.
Did you hear that?

MAX
Hear what?

SUNDAY
Hell. It just froze over --