INT. ZOO — HONEY BUCKET— NIGHT
LOU the crow and CHARLIE the moth stand on the brim of the toilet. Lou paces.
Come on, C., come on, C. It’s
important, important. No one
needs to know, needs to know.
Nuh-uh! No! No way! Not! You
want keys? You get ‘em! Too bad!
Not doin’ it!
Okay, okay. Take it easy, it easy.
I guess…I guess…
Best get Trish.
What?! Her?! You kidding?! No.
No! No. You must be kidding.
Look—may be keys, but they’s
the keeps’, they’s the keeps’.
Get those, we in the vault, in the
The coinage, the coinage.
This? Can’t be missed, can’t be
Lou stops. Charlie thinks on it.
(to Lou’s nodding)
Mean it? Ya think? Like…for sure?
‘Cause maybe… I mean maybe…
(from held breath)
Oh good, oh that’s good. Had me
worried, me worried. Now just the
keys, just the keys.
They both turn, peer in the toilet. A beat.
…Wait. Hold up. Big Mac! His
boys! Like, really? For real? Can’t
Didn’t go for it, go for it.