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In Chapter 7 of NOWHERE GIRL, Homeland Security agent April Street subdues black ops spook Token Ware at gunpoint, then reveals that the briefcase fugitive stripper Cherry Nation is handcuffed to ... contains a suitcase nuke.
INT. MARDO’S JOINT - NIGHT
April holds her gun against Token’s head.
TOKEN
It was an honest mistake.
She looks just like you.
APRIL
I said PUT THE GUN DOWN, NOW.
TOKEN
I will if you do.
CHERRY
(to Token)
Please don’t shoot me.
APRIL
He won’t shoot you, not when
you’re carrying a suitcase nuke.
CHERRY
A suitcase wh-what?
PEELER
Holy SHIT.
TOKEN
Why did you TELL HER?
April’s phone RING-RINGS
in her pocket.
APRIL
Shit.
RING-RING.
Token moves on April.
She PISTOL-WHIPS him. THWUMP.
APRIL
Stay RIGHT THERE.
RING-RING
April WHIPS out handcuffs,
CUFFS him to a chair,
CLICK-CLICK.
While she’s busy,
Peeler tip-toes away.
She pulls out her cell.
Answers it.
APRIL
This is Street.
(listens)
There’s been a delay.
I’m on my way.
From behind, Peeler SMASHES
April on the head with a lamp.
She reels, and goes down, THWUMP.
CHERRY
NICE.
Let’s get the fuck OUTTA HERE.
PEELER
Maybe we should -- call the cops?
CHERRY
Are you fucking kidding?
PEELER
But --
CHERRY
(holds up the case)
You know how much this is WORTH?
I say we deliver it ourselves.
PEELER
And what, take the money?
CHERRY
Hell, yeah.
PEELER
Won’t that be --
kinda dangerous?
PUSH IN ON Cherry.
Dollar signs in her eyes.
CHERRY
Probably.
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