Serial 2

EXT. ZOO — SMALL WOODED CLEARING — DAY (1 DAY EARLIER)

LOU the crow paces, agitated.

LOU
Naw, naw. He don’t knows, he
don’t knows. Break his heart, it
would. Ain’t tell no one, ain’t tell
no one. Not yets, not yets.

BIG MAC the Hercules beetle sits motionless on a log. A TRAIN OF ANTS carry STRUGGLING INSECTS off-screen behind.

LOU
Thing is
(a beat)
Sure, sure—somes got friends,
somes got friends. But others
(another beat)
Park’s all dey knows, all dey knows…

MORE ANTS, behind the first, carry sugar and salt crystals—every once in a while, a Quarter For Conservation.

LOU
Take Manny, take Manny. Maybe
Len, maybe Len. Or Karla.
(a beat)
What they do, mades to leave,
mades to leave?
(another beat)
Wheres they go?

The train dwindles, ends. Just the two and empty background.

LOU
Ain’ts been out, ain’ts been out…
Ain’ts moved, ain’ts moved…
(a beat)
Ain’ts made for other parks, other
parks…

Slowly but surely, the train starts up again—in the opposite direction, the first ants empty-handed.

LOU
Don’t knows whats to do…don’t
knows whats to do… No ways gets
the dough, gets the dough…
(a beat)
Maybes we’s heads together, we’s
find ways, we’s find ways.
Meantimes, this stays yous and me.

Those following carry heads of the strugglers from earlier; BIG MACHO BUGS bring up the rear.

LOU
Gots’ta calls a meetin’.

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