INT. HIDEOUT, NIGHT. MARK, SVEN, LIEPOLD and GREGOR are planning a robbery. SVEN has brought their masks.
SVEN: I've brought our masks. Try them on!
MARK: Good work, Sven. With these masks, no one will know who we are. We'll get away clean.
The men put on the masks. There is a BEAT as they regard each other. SVEN has decorated each mask with a painterly, very accurate representation of each of the men.
MARK: Sven...Sven, why did you paint our faces on the masks?
SVEN: I thought it would look nice.
MARK: You fool! You've entirely defeated the sole purpose of the masks!
GREGOR (timidly): I have an idea.
MARK: What?
GREGOR: Well...what if we switched masks? So that we were wearing each other's faces?
MARK holds his hands over his masked face.
FADE TO
INT. HOSPITAL DELIVERY ROOM. A mother sobs as she gives birth. Nurses look on in awe as the doctor lifts the crying baby, holding him upside-down.
INFANT: At last - I'm free!
FADE TO
EXT. CATTLE FARM, MIDDDAY. A YOUNG MOTHER and her SON are walking together near some cows; the boy points to a large pink cube lying on the grass.
SON: What's that?
MOTHER: It's a salt lick?
SON: A salt lick? What's that?
MOTHER: It's for the cows. They lick it.
The boy immediately kneels and takes a long lick.
MOTHER: Don't lick it!
SON: Ewwww! It's so salty!
SMASH CUT TO
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, the high steel, where WORKERS are assembling the frame of a new skyscraper.
WORKER: Where did I put that bucket of bolts?
WORKER 2: Look out below!
The bucket of bolts has been accidentally kicked off a beam. It seems to float gently down to earth, until crashing into the centre of an ice cream vendor's cart. Bolts and Popsicles fly like shrapnel; a Fudgsicle flies right into the mouth of a screaming bystander. A bolt plugs itself into the navel of a burly shirtless man.
WITNESS: (pointing at the man who has a Fudgsicle crammed into his mouth): Ice cream!
BOLT-WOUNDED BYSTANDER: I...scream!
(he screams)
SVEN: I've brought our masks. Try them on!
MARK: Good work, Sven. With these masks, no one will know who we are. We'll get away clean.
The men put on the masks. There is a BEAT as they regard each other. SVEN has decorated each mask with a painterly, very accurate representation of each of the men.
MARK: Sven...Sven, why did you paint our faces on the masks?
SVEN: I thought it would look nice.
MARK: You fool! You've entirely defeated the sole purpose of the masks!
GREGOR (timidly): I have an idea.
MARK: What?
GREGOR: Well...what if we switched masks? So that we were wearing each other's faces?
MARK holds his hands over his masked face.
FADE TO
INT. HOSPITAL DELIVERY ROOM. A mother sobs as she gives birth. Nurses look on in awe as the doctor lifts the crying baby, holding him upside-down.
INFANT: At last - I'm free!
FADE TO
EXT. CATTLE FARM, MIDDDAY. A YOUNG MOTHER and her SON are walking together near some cows; the boy points to a large pink cube lying on the grass.
SON: What's that?
MOTHER: It's a salt lick?
SON: A salt lick? What's that?
MOTHER: It's for the cows. They lick it.
The boy immediately kneels and takes a long lick.
MOTHER: Don't lick it!
SON: Ewwww! It's so salty!
SMASH CUT TO
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE, the high steel, where WORKERS are assembling the frame of a new skyscraper.
WORKER: Where did I put that bucket of bolts?
WORKER 2: Look out below!
The bucket of bolts has been accidentally kicked off a beam. It seems to float gently down to earth, until crashing into the centre of an ice cream vendor's cart. Bolts and Popsicles fly like shrapnel; a Fudgsicle flies right into the mouth of a screaming bystander. A bolt plugs itself into the navel of a burly shirtless man.
WITNESS: (pointing at the man who has a Fudgsicle crammed into his mouth): Ice cream!
BOLT-WOUNDED BYSTANDER: I...scream!
(he screams)
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