Black Cherry 2....
There once was a city wracked by crime…
...Pimps, pushers and hoods ran the streets. But unforgiving times breed unforgiving heroes.
Cue the funk soul soundtrack for...
Black Cherry: East Harlem’s sassy, street-wise detective. The maverick kind who knows how to keep the criminal underworld in check and look damn fine doing it. Block by block Black Cherry's taken out the trash, putting crime in its place.
Only there’s a new player in town. One who’s keen to take advantage of Black Cherry’s dedication to the badge and fill the vacuum left behind. The kind of player with more than just a mean streak...
ISAAC
Sanchez? You don't wanna be messin' with Dirty Sanchez.
That dude will leave a bad taste in your mouth.
But this is Black Cherry; the kind of cop who takes it personally when an out of town pimp takes to running his game on her beat.
Black Cherry stands toe to toe with Stubing, pounds her fists on his desk.
BLACK CHERRY
I want Sanchez. Send me in undercover.
But it’s not that simple - it never is. This one’s by the books and there’s already a sister-in-blue working deep cover for an angle on Sanchez.
But crime is what happens when you're making other plans...
BLACK CHERRY
Who was she, Dr. Bricker?
BRICKER
Her name was Julie McCoy. She was one of ours.
So when Julie winds up on the slab the takedown falls to Black Cherry and her fresh-faced partner, Gopher Smith:
GOPHER
Just call me Gopher, everybody does.
What can I call you? Black Cherry?
Cherry? Blackie?
Cherry turns, gives Gopher a death stare.
GOPHER
Or maybe just Detective Jones would be better.
Sanchez just picked the wrong town in which to redirect his mail. These are Black Cherry’s streets. And she’s got a message to deliver…
To find out what that is you’ll have to read Black Cherry 2, Dave Troop’s tongue-in-cheek homage to blaxploitation flicks. A world of vision impairing hairdos, overbearing police chiefs, fetishist pimps and sassy can-do attitudes when it comes to fighting crime.