Big, Thick Slabs Of Heavy Metal

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In Chapter 18 of NOWHERE GIRL, undercover Homeland Security agent April Street gets apprehended black ops spook Yuri Vlaovic. Meanwhile Al Qaeda sleeper cell hostage's continuous 911 calls for help are finally answered ... and fugitive stripper with a suitcase nuke Cherry Nation tries to get help from a most unusual source ...


INT. MERCEDES SUV - MOVING - NIGHT
April drives west on Sunset.
Starts to approach the strip.

She looks at the GPS.
A red dot BLINKS on the screen.

APRIL
I’ve got ya, baby.

A siren WHOOP-WHOOPS behind her.
An ANGRY VOICE comes over the loudspeaker.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
This is LAPD!
Pull over, NOW!

APRIL
FUCK. Again?

She turns the wheel.
Pulls over.
Stops at the curb.

An OFFICER appears on
either side of the car.
WEAPONS drawn.

CRAZED COP
Put your hands
where I can see them,
and step out of the car, NOW.

APRIL
I’m a federal officer.

CRAZED COP
I said RAISE YOUR HANDS
AND GET OUT OF THE CAR, NOW.

APRIL
Okay, okay --

She puts them up.
Opens the door.
Carefully gets out.

APRIL (CONT’D)
(reaches in her pocket)
I’m just gonna get my ID --

The cop GRABS April,
WHIRLS her around --
and SLAMS HER against the car.

APRIL (CONT’D)
OW!

Yuri walks over.
Lights a cigarette.
Surveys his prize.

YURI
(to the cop)
Don’t cuff her.
She’s mine.
(to April)
We meet again, Ms. Street.

APRIL
(whips her head around)
YOU.

YURI
Lucky for you I wear
stainless steel cup.

INT. BELL AIR SECURITY HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT
A maze of cubicles, mostly empty.

A pair of FEMALE DISPATCHERS
sit side-by side at
adjacent work stations.

KANEESHA (35), a big, beautiful
African American woman with
long, curled nails
turns toward her coworker.

KANEESHA
I just got another one.

MIRASOL (25), a hot, young Latina
takes a sip of coffee.

MIRASOL
Another what.

KANEESHA
Another call from the same number.
But they don’t say nothin’.
They’ve called four times
in the last half-hour.

MIRASOL
Where they at?

KANEESHA
Caller ID says they be
in the Hollywood Hills.

MIRASOL
Maybe he be havin’ a heart attack
or somethin’.

KANEESHA
Maybe it’s his kid playin’
a practical joke.

MIRASOL
Maybe not.

KANEESHA
I been on this job
over ten years,
and I think I KNOW
when it’s a real call.

MIRASOL
Suit yourself.
(beat)
I’m just sayin.’

KANEESHA
(looks at her monitor)
Shit. There it is again.
Fuck it. I’m sendin’ a car.

EXT. RANCH HOUSE GARAGE - NIGHT
Cherry, Peeler and Stan
walk up to the door.

The music grows LOUDER.
Big, thick slabs of heavy metal.

PEELER
Decent band.

STAN
Sounds kinda like Sabbath.

CHERRY
Let me do the talking --