INT. CODOMO CLUB – NIGHT
The place is just as tawdry as when we last saw it. TOGARE and YOTSU haven’t moved, but PRODUCER-SAN has; now he LEANS over the table in front of him, a sour SNEER on his face.
On the table, MASHIRO, clinging to life.
And across from them, held in ARMBARS by MEGUMI and MILCBOY, are very beat-up KOMACHI, SHIDARE and NONAMERA.
PRODUCER-SAN: Look at her.
Megumi and Shonen ga Milc PUSH their captives closer!
PRODUCER-SAN: I want answers.
PRODUCER-SAN: Not from you. You did your part. But if you know what Shida was going to do …
SHIDARE: She didn’t do anything. It was my idea.
PRODUCER-SAN: Go on.
SHIDARE: (struggling) I thought that we could distract Himari’s hair and–
MILCBOY: What?! Why do you think I was there? I had a curling iron in my backpack!
PRODUCER-SAN: Well, your thinking almost got Mashiro killed. It’s going to take weeks to put her back together.
MEGUMI: And we lost.
PRODUCER-SAN: And you, Nonamera. Maybe now I understand why your old company kicked you out.
NONAMERA: You said that we needed to win! I had to do something!
Producer-san PONDERS for a long BEAT.
PRODUCER-SAN: (to Megumi and Milcboy) Take them to the Cellar, and bring the other girls back. I want to have a conversation with them.
Megumi and Milcboy JOSTLE Nonamera and Shidare out of the room.
PRODUCER-SAN: (to Mashiro’s unconscious body) One of these days. One of these days … Continue reading