Like Wet Camel In Hot Sun

It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 8 of NOWHERE GIRL, Homeland Security agent April Street has to defend herself against black ops spook Token Ware in a fight to death. Meanwhile, the Al Qaeda sleeper cell terrorists are enjoying life in the Hollywood Hills mansion they've taken over while they await delivery of 'the package' ...


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?'