Two Hooters, No Waiting

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In today's chapter from our thrilling spy flick NOWHERE GIRLS, it's the calm before the storm, as agents Cherry Nation, April Street and Bibi LaSalle get ready to flee the escape house ... because right now it's being surround by the FBI ... and black ops assassin 'The Bagger.'


INT. BIBI’S SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT
Bibi, Cherry and April sit on the couch with cups of coffee.
Serge looks at the door. Thinking.

SERGE
We have to get moving.
They’re gonna be here any minute.

BIBI
What do you mean?

APRIL
He’s right.
The United States government is after us.
We’re talking the state-of-the-fucking-art
spy satellite tracking, stealth GPS,
heat-seeking surveillance, the works.

CHERRY
Yeah. We better the get the fuck outta here.

BIBI
But where do we go?

SERGE
I have a motor home parked not far from here
for use in an emergency just like this.
It will be a little snug,
but it can be our temporary
base of operations until we find somewhere else.

APRIL
I like the sound of snug --

CHERRY
Down, girl.

EXT. BUNGALOW - SIDE ALLEY - NIGHT
The Bagger and Lemon creep carefully in the darkness.
Walk up to a side window. Try to peer in.

BAGGER
Damn blinds. Can’t see a fucking thing.

LEMON
Maybe we should go to the front door?

BAGGER
Which ruse, 'naughty census taker?'

LEMON
At this hour? In this outfit? Nah.
Was thinking Stripper-gram.

BAGGER
(nods)
Element of surprise. Distract ‘em.

LEMON
(opens her jacket)
Two hooters, no waiting.

The Bagger hears something.
Turns his head.

BAGGER
What was that?

LEMON
I heard it too --

BAGGER
(finger to lips)
Shhhh --

They quietly start creeping toward the house next door.

BAGGER
(sniffing)
Smells like G-men --

EXT. BIBI’S SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
A dozen FBI AGENTS in flak jackets pile out of
tricked-out SUV’s carrying submachine guns.
Start approaching the house quietly, surrounding it.

Sunday and Max get out of their vehicle.
Watch the action. Sunday lights up a smoke.

SUNDAY
I love the smell of estrogen in the evening.

MAX
So, uh -- do you ever let anyone -- join in?

SUNDAY
I laugh on your lapel, G-man.
In your DREAMS. Keep it up,
and I’ll report you for sexual HARASSMENT.
I’ve got Gloria Alred on SPEED-DIAL.

MAX
Jeez. Alright, okay --
(beat)
Don’t get your panties in a bind.
(smiles)
Whoops. I mean -- briefs.