12 oz Mouse script: S2E02_SurgeryCircus

Episode 9: "Surgery Circus"
tran: sleep_maps


ext. desert.  fitz, eye, skillet, and the new guy riding along.

FITZ: we stopped
SKILLET: *squeaks*
FITZ: oh.  we're out of gas.
SKILLET: *squeaks*
FITZ: yeah.  good idea.

new guy is carrying other characters along.  fitz is drinking.

FITZ: what's up with this night?  why is it so night?

fitz starts singing (anyone have any idea wtf he's saying?)

SKILLET: *squeaks*
FITZ: mm-mm.  what are you so excited about, the what?
SKILLET: *squeaks*
FITZ: the where?
SKILLET: *squeaks*
FITZ: oh.  star circle.
SKILLET: *squeaks*
FITZ: circle of stars.
SKILLET: *squeaks*
FITZ: circle of uh...roundness.
SKILLET: *squeaks, jumps on fitz*
FITZ: oh.  damn my head.  i need some aspirin.

stars fade back in.  int. liquor's basement.  roostre still in web, spider nearby.

ROOSTRE: man this web sucks my ass!  d'ya hear me?  hey, hey you.  whatever.  hey.  you know me don't ya?  i know you do.

spider is seen staring at roostre.  int liquor's store, rbm shows up from platform.

LIQUOR: oh good, sqaure is here.  hi square.
RBM: lick, it, oval.
LIQUOR: what's your square pleasure?
RBM: you probably don't have it.  but it's rusianik chyd.  it's an old drink of kings of old.
LIQUOR: *picks up bottle* haha.
RBM: kings of old richness old.
LIQUOR: i got it, but can you afford it?
RBM: ah.
LIQUOR: you stupid bobquart.
RBM: i'm sorry, did you just try to call me a bobquart?
LIQUOR: you?  did i?  i did.  i think you look like a purple wafer.
RBM: oh.  *distorts*  really?
LIQUOR: what i'm actually thinking, and please take this the wrong way as far up your hole as you can, is that your gunkookshlinger is the size of a fortmizer's reticulous. oooh kablamo!

camera moves on rbm.  liquor picks up a camera.

LIQUOR: wrong attitude partner.  it doesn't work too well when it's not real.

shift to shark's control room.  shark is watching liquor talk to the camera.  door opens in liquor's store, man/woman jumps in with horn sound.

LIQUOR: you shut up too.

peanut cop walks in.

PEANUT: what's up dudicon? ok letsa, i’m gonna leave, let's leave and we'll start this over ok, hold on......................... yo dudicon! was it better that time?  did you believe me?

peanut cop shoots the bottle of rusianik chyd.  liquor appears, then seems to be shot as well.  int. shark's control room.

SHARK: and he's down.
RBM: he's a rather good shot don't you think?
SHARK: yes he is.
RBM: he was the highest marksman in the class
SHARK: well, i'll be.
RBM: i'll bet you he could probably hit a mite from 1000 yards out in high wind.
SHARK: if uh...the wind is high then it wouldn't disrupt his shot would it?  so what's the point of adding that kind of wind...to it?
RBM: i was refering to a poor wind that would be low, but high in speed and rich money...richness.  the kind of money speed that would richly affect a bullet's wealthy trajectory.
SHARK: oh.

int liquor's shop.  blood is all over the wall.  liquor in shown dead on the tv, but is still alive...somehow.

LIQUOR: you got some uh... neat stuff here.
PEANUT: i know it's totally stolen, hahaha.
LIQUOR: yeah but...
PEANUT: stole it, mm-hmm, hahaha
LIQUOR: are they on the, on the way, on it, are they on the way, on the way?
PEANUT: on it.  the way.  *sighs* hahaha.
LIQUOR: uh...
PEANUT: uhh... *exhales repeatedly* hahahaha, whoa.

rbm and man/woman disappear.

LIQUOR: did you bring the leg?
PEANUT: did you, what are you,am i, huh?  was i supposed to?

golden joe appears.

GOLDEN JOE: i'll be your krueger and you can be my nancy girl.
PEANUT: oh, hahaha.  what, he got it. *laughs*
GOLDEN JOE: oh...i'll be your fred safford.

int liquor's basement

ROOSTRE: it was just like, muff dude, you better ditch that muzzle loader and get a damn ar, before that thing comes crashing through the woods.  yeah, but he wouldn’t listen.  son of a bitch ran off with muff in his damn mouth.  found him three days later down by the river.  he seemed okay at first, but, he wasn't okay if you know what i mean.

spider starts upstairs

ROOSTRE: man spider, then he went crazy.  runnin around screaming how he was gonna quit Q109 and all that stuff, how they're out to get him.  like they were gonna come get him in the night or somethin weird like that.

ext, outside liquor store.  fitz, new guy, skillet, and eye.

FITZ: okay.  we're here.
EYE: m-eye leg hurts.
FITZ: i know, we're gonna, we're gonna get you a new one.  this must be the leg shop.
EYE: w-eye would a hand cut off m-eye leg?
FITZ: maybe so we would come here.  so, here we are...here.

fitz and eye enter liquor store.  skillet and new guy stay outside.  new guy begins playing princess cruiser.  int liquor store.  golden joe, liquor, and peanut cop are already inside.  fitz and eye enter.  eye sees leg that golden joe is holding.

LIQUOR: ah fitz.  i see you brought the eye
FITZ: i see, that you did see, that i brought the eye.
GOLDEN JOE: yo mouse, remember that drink you done owe me?
PEANUT: *jumps towards golden joe* i am so in to doing whatever you're doing.
GOLDEN JOE: yeah yeah yeah, we both into drinkin man.  we drinkers.
PEANUT: what are we drinking?
GOLDEN JOE: man, pour out a little liquor.
PEANUT: everybody...*draws his gun fast* gimme the drinks.  *falls over laughing*

liquor goes over to fitz.

LIQUOR: come with me.
FITZ: to where?
LIQUOR: to my hospital.  but first, you gotta look at this.

liquor hits a switch.  a door opens.  another eye appears.

PEANUT: haha, what is it?
LIQUOR: twin eyeballs.  *eyes stare at each other* they match.
PEANUT: i'm starving.

ext. street.  shark and rbm driving around, sharkian nights being played in background.

SHARK: how do you like my car?
RBM: it's okay...if you're poor.
SHARK: 30,000 horsepower.  30k hp.

shark shifts gears.

SHARK: 30,000-
RBM: i heard you the first time.
SHARK: you will hear me every the time.
RBM: just because liquor's dead doesn't mean you can just roll this bitch all over town with the freedoms.
SHARK: yes it does........i'm black now.

eye appears, distorted and shaking.  eye is looking up at fitz and liquor overhead.  ext. street.  shark and rbm driving around.  shark hits a person in the street.

RBM: that is just like the poor.
SHARK: uh, yeah.  why don't you just uh...sink back into that leather, and hush.  i would turn the stereo on but it would kill you.

shark stops by the cookie store.

SHARK: oh...i love me some cookies.

man/woman enters cookie store.  an alarm sounds and the buidling blows up.

SHARK: mmm.  just a small taste of my mighty blackness.

shark drives away.  eye is still focused upwards, delusional.  fitz and liquor still looking at it.  their mouths are moving, but the words are distorted.  camera then refocuses.

FITZ: he's comin to.
LIQUOR: hand me those things.
FITZ: what, what should we do now?
LIQUOR: hand me those things.
FITZ: these things?
LIQUOR: no, no no.
FITZ: what things?  these things?
LIQUOR: give me that cold thing.
FITZ: um...
LIQUOR: give me that thing that makes everything cold.
FITZ: why don't i, i don't i don't know what any of these things are, they're your things.
LIQUOR: give me those things.
FITZ: oh, those, those, these things *grabs a bunch of bottles of booze.*  what's that, is that your blood?

int. liquor's basement.  spinder is putting roostre in a cocoon.

ROOSTRE: come on man, what is this crap?  thought we were gettin to know each other.

int. liquor's store.  golden joe and peanut cop are drunk and laughing.

GOLDEN JOE: i...i'm tore up in this mother man.  man, man don't.

peanut cop breathes fire.

PEANUT: trigga!
GOLDEN JOE: i am tore up.
PEANUT: *pointing and laughing*
GOLDEN JOE: oh...
PEANUT: dude

pounding at the door

GOLDEN JOE: who's, who's that?  i, i...
PEANUT: okay.  you get it?
GOLDEN JOE: hey, you go get it man?

pounding continues

GOLDEN JOE: better go get it before i crack.
PEANUT: uh, hold on.  let's start over.  *coughs*  you get it.
GOLDEN JOE: man, you go get it.  don't make me put my finger on the trigger man.
PEANUT: no i'll get it, i'll get it, i'll get it, okay?...you got it?
GOLDEN JOE: man.

hand appears.  jumps at golden joe and peanut cop.

end

post credits: distorted eye "selur era eht selur"