12 oz Mouse script: S2E10_Eighteen

Episode 17: "Eighteen"
transcribed: sleep_maps


int. elevator

PRODUCER: merp, merp, merp, merp, merp, merp, merp, merp, merp, merp.

int. 750th floor

LIUQOR: we'll do that soon.  everybody train your weapons at the elevator.
FITZ: why, who is it?
LIQUOR: i don't know, but get ready.

door opens, producer emerges beeping

PRODUCER: merp, meep, merp, mrawwww, meep meep
FITZ: it's that record guy.
LIQUOR: wait, shhh.  he's beeping to tell us something, with his beeping.
PRODUCER: merp, meep, merp, mrawwww, meep meep.
FITZ: sounds like he's...beeping.
LIQUOR: no no.  yes to you, but no.  we need to...everyone come over here.
PRODUCER: merp, meep, merp, mrawwww, meep meep.

A machine opens up.

PRODUCER: merp, meep, merp, mrawwww, meep meep.
LIQUOR: i'm gonna hook him up to some things and translate his beeping.

robowoman comes over, shoots the producer in the head.

FITZ: what about all these clothes?
LIQUOR: they're nice.
PRODUCER: merp, meep, merp, mrawwww, meep meep.
FITZ: and what about this key?
LIQUOR: uhhh...keep that.  we'll need it tomorrow.
FITZ: what's it open?
PRODUCER: merp, meep, merp, mrawwww, meep meep.
LIQUOR: it's the key to...imagination?

fitz looks over at the clock.

FITZ: 2:22
LIQUOR: you're into it... I like that.  now i must get to my medical medicines.

PRODUCER: merp

ext. street.  new guy playing princess cruiser on a record player.  the record player is being pulled by a string as the new guy moves onto an x on the ground.  a crane drops and picks him up.  he gets pulled up to shark, who also has golden joe on a string.

SHARK: got ya, ya little windbag...welcome to, my net.

int 750th floor.

FITZ: how's it going?

screen shows a game that liquor is playing.

LIQUOR: i'm winning.
FITZ: *coughs*
LIQUOR: oh him.  okay

producer is hooked up to the machine, still beeping.  liquor pulls up the x-ray of the producer's brain as the machine sprays the producer.

LIQUOR: see, he's not supposed to be here. i think he got sent to the wrong quadrant by accident...quadrant...that sure is a word.
FITZ: who sent him?
LIQUOR: oh, um, ha, like you don't know?  but he came in beeping, which means there's something in his brain.
FITZ: i have over a thousand clothes in here.
LIQUOR: quiet, you're making noise.  (starts typing)
PRODUCER: merp, merp, merp meep.
LIQUOR: ahhh fitz, it's just as i thought.
FITZ: what, what is it you thought?
LIQUOR: hand brain.
FITZ: what's it want?
LIQUOR: uh, let me ask it.  *mumbling and typing*  um...what do you want, let's see here.  hang on i'm losing, what do you want?  *normal voice*  he wants to get back to his arm and kill the person that separated him.
FITZ: and how do you propse we do that?
LIQUOR: *typing*  we follow him to a secret place.  (fitz puts his gun at liquor's neck.)  oh, hello.  that's my neck.
FITZ: how do i know you know what he's typing.
LIQUOR: how do you not know i don't?  (fitz puts another gun to his neck)
FITZ: you've been funny for a while is all.
LIQUOR: oh did you catch my comedy act?
FITZ: no was it good?
LIQUOR: dude, it was the shizzle.
FITZ: you know a lot, and more than that.
LIQUOR: um, why don't you pull that gun out of my food chute and i'll get us both back home.
FITZ: bone his head.
SKILLET: *squeaks* (throws a bone onto liquor)
LIQUOR: uhhh, what's that do?
FITZ: See her? (robowoman lights up, aims guns at liquor) She hates bone.  *garbled, through eyes of robowoman* you can turn around for a few but the second you quack, good night.
LIQUOR: whoa, i've been boned.

int. shark's home.  shark and rbm, shark is sipping on a drink.  shark pushes a video into the tv.

RBM: what's that?
SHARK: video tape.
RBM: what's it do, dare i spare the breath to ask.
SHARK: it plays a little movie i made.
RBM: wow
SHARK: yeah, run it to mouse.  make sure he watches it.
RBM: and how would you like, me, to do that?
SHARK: with your brain.

int. 750th floor

LIQUOR: we'll take the elevator (pushes button)

the door opens, the television appears in the elevator car.  it starts playing.  shark appears with a captured new guy, eye, and golden joe.

SHARK: *on tv* sometimes mouse, you think you know people and then you don't.  then you wonder, have i met them before?  but it doesn't matter.  you're just information.  that's what we keep inside our heads.

LIQUOR: i give that a 1, no story.
FITZ: i'm out of sleep and ideas (pulls up gun)...you lead.

int. shark's control room.  a monitor shows fitz's rocket car.  a button sounds and it explodes.  the scraps of the car fall to the ground.

SHARK: oh that's gone now.  (presses another button, a traffic light explodes)  mmm, no more of that.  (keeps pressing the button, watches other explosions on various screens) taste it.. taste it in your mouth you green freak. i (keeps pressing buttons, lots of explosions occur)...am the big bang theory.

ext. street.  liquor, fitz, robowoman, and skillet are following the hand brain producer.  the city is damanged and on fire from shark's explosions.

LIQUOR: he says this way.

ext. graveyard.  amalockh eats pronto and makes the treasure disappear.  he starts up a record and a warped dance beat begins to play.  amalockh begins dancing.  ext. street.  producer starts to beep continuously.

FITZ: what is that?
LIQUOR: he wants me to hear something...it's amalockh...he's doing the breakdance of death.
FITZ: keep moving.

int. shark's control room.

EYE: you eye-xploded my home.
SHARK: yeah I did, your home sucked.
EYE: eye built it with m-eye own-
SHARK: your own what? you don't have any own, i made the own.

new guy begins hearing princess cruiser.  he wakes up and starts to move.  shark reaches down and eats the new guy.  eye and golden joe look on in horror.

SHARK: *slightly warped*  might take a while but, he will dissolve.  (princess cruiser is heard softly in the background, louder when shark opens his mouth.)  just let the enzymes do the work.

rbm enters the control room.

RBM: guess who woke up from the dead?  (a screen turns on, amalockh appears, still dancing)
SHARK: oh son of a bitch.
RBM: you can thank your little pronto for that.  who else is a tratior?
SHARK: get me everyone.
RBM: what do you mean by everyone, the tiebots or the hoverbats?
SHARK: EVERYONE!!!

ext. street.  liquor, fitz, robowoman, producer and skillet press on.

LIQUOR: uhh...sure is hot out.  is my nose on fire?

the group stops by a sewer grate.

FITZ: why are we stopping?
LIQUOR: we're here.
FITZ: so this...is it?
LIQUOR: yeah, this is it.  why don't you uh...go down there?

the open sewer grate is zoomed in on.

ext. desert.  the ground cracks open and the hoverbots begin to appear.  int. warehouse.  the tiebots begin to activate.  int. shark's control room.

SHARK: and now it begins.

credits.

ending message: noso ledlik tegs khsar "shark gets killed soon"

post-credits

ext. street, peanut cop is shooting a flamethrower.

PEANUT: this fire reminds me how fired up i am.  to help

car drives by, shadow figure is driving.

SHADOW: *garbled*
PEANUT: well if you want to help me give me the darts.  (a large dart reading "xtra strong" hits peanut in the head.)  ...yeah.  (falls down)