Leave The Bombing To Us

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In today's chapter from your favorite spy thriller NOWHERE GIRLS, it's the start of a balls-out action sequence when agents Cherry Nation and April Street are being followed by the FBI and assassin Irina Kolishnakov in a high-speed chase on the freeway ... going in the wrong direction!


EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - TARMAC -NIGHT
The DWP van SHOOTS down the runway with a SQUEAL of rubber.

THE FBI AGENTS
Turn. Look.

SUNDAY
That’s THEM.
They’re GETTING AWAY.
AFTER THEM.

MAX
Go, go, go, GO --

They pile into their vehicles and PEEL RUBBER.
Irina’s car SHOOTS ahead of them like a rocket.

THE VAN
HITS the chain-link fence. SMASHES through it.
FLIES across the grass, BUMPS down over the curb.

EXT. BUNDY DRIVE - CONTINUOUS
The van HITS the street with a BANG. Drives away.

IRINA’S CAR
SHOOTS through the broken fence,
followed by a phalanx of FBI VEHICLES,
sirens WAILING, lights FLASHING.

IN SUNDAY’S CAR
She turns and looks at Max.

SUNDAY
Who the fuck is THAT?

MAX
Hell if I know. Paparazzi?

IN THE VAN
April STOMPS on the accelerator.
Cherry looks out the window.

CHERRY
They’re right BEHIND US.

APRIL
(sees something)
Aha. Freeway entrance --

CHERRY
That’s an EXIT -- going the WRONG WAY.

APRIL
Better buckle up. It’s gonna be a BUMPY RIDE --

EXT. FREEWAY EXIT - CONTINUOUS
The van FLIES up the off-ramp.
Mostly deserted at this hour.
A car SWERVES out of the way,
HITS the embankment. CRASH.

IN THE VAN
APRIL
(looks in the mirror)
FUCK. And here comes the cavalry, right behind us --

IN IRINA’S CAR
She STEPS on the gas, SWERVES around oncoming traffic.

IRINA
Who do you think you are, STARSKY AND HUTCH?

IN SUNDAY’S CAR
Max drives, navigates the car around approaching vehicles.

MAX
Goddammit --

SUNDAY
Careful, WATCH OUT --

IN THE VAN
April navigates the traffic. Looks at Cherry.

APRIL
What are you waiting for? START SHOOTING.

CHERRY
But they’re FBI.

APRIL
They want to KILL US.

CHERRY
You gotta point.

She leans out the window. Raises the Uzi.

CHERRY
My country tis of thee --

EXT. TEN FREEWAY - NIGHT
Cherry leans out of the van.
FIRES the semi-automatic
at the cluster of FBI SUV’s
as the van SWERVES
through oncoming traffic,
SPRAYING bullet at them.

An SUV gets HIT.
The windshield EXPLODES with a POP.
Glass FLIES in the air.

It CRASHES into an oncoming truck, BANG.
BOOM. The vehicles EXPLODE in a red-orange FIREBALL.

IRINA’S CAR
Swerves to the shoulder. ROARS ahead.
Catches up to the van.
She sticks an ASSAULT RIFLE out the window.
Starts SHOOTING.

IN THE VAN
April looks. Sees.

APRIL
MOTHERFUCKER --

She drives one-handed.
Points her Uzi out the window.
Starts FIRING at Irina’s car.

AERIAL POV
The cars drive, side by side, shooting at each other.
Bullets PING off the Porsche.

IN THE VAN
A bullet ZINGS past April’s head.
CRACKS the windshield.

APRIL
Okay. Now I’m MAD --

Cherry pulls a GRENADE out of her bag.

CHERRY
Don’t worry. Leave the bombing to us.

AERIAL POV
The SUV’s follow the van, Irina’s car alongside it.

ANGLE FROM THE SIDE --
Cherry climbs back out the window.
Sits on the ledge. Holds the grenade.
Takes aim. And THROWS it at the Porche.

IN IRINA’S PORCHE
She drives, firing at the van out the window.
The grenade lands on her lap, THWUP.
She looks at it. Opens her mouth.

IRINA
Oh, shi --

And it EXPLODES.

AERIAL POV
The Porche EVAPORATES in a million pieces. BANG.
Metal, debris, flesh, fire and smoke FLY into the air.

IN THE VAN
April and Cherry high-five. SLAP palms.

CHERRY
Rock and ROLL.

APRIL
(looks in the rear view mirror)
One down, twenty to go.

CHERRY
Spoilsport.
(beat)
Hey. I’ve got an idea.
I’ll open the back doors.
All the shit back there will fall out on them.

APRIL
That’s positively EVIL. DO IT.