EXT. WAYFAIR DISTRIBUTION CENTER - NIGHT
The four sit in Leo and Eric's car, parked in a dark alley across from the dead-looking distribution center.
KYLE: I can't believe we're actually doing this.
LEO: What exactly are we doing?
STAN: A whole lot of nothing. Nothing's gone in or out of there for the past hour.
Eric opens the door to get out.
KYLE: Dude! What are you doing?
ERIC: There's nothing to see and no one watching us. Just chill.
Eric takes a few steps away from the car and pulls out his phone, making a call.
ERIC: I swear, if there are kids in there and you're involved, I get a cut.
RUPERT (O.C.): I'm not involved, Eric. Just get me something and we can shut them down.
ERIC: How?
The line's dead.
He gives a frustrated sigh.
A scrapping sound from within the alley.
Eric turns to the darkness.
ERIC: Fuuuuuck you.
He hears it again.
Then -
JIMMY: I brought snacks!
ERIC: Awwww!
He jumps and spins around to see Jimmy on his crutches, holding up a plastic bag from a convenience store.
ERIC: Shit, Jimmy! What the hell?
JIMMY: A s-s-sstakeout - so cool!
Then they feel a RUMBLE beneath their feet.
ERIC: The fuck?
They head to the car, Eric opens the door.
ERIC: Did you guys feel that?
STAN: Feel what?
Eric starts pulling him out.
STAN: Dude, what the hell?
Stan gets out, followed by the other two.
Stan's glowering at Eric, Leo's looking around nervously.
Then - another rumble.
They all look at each other, realizing.
Jimmy reaches into the plastic bag and pulls out a yellow package.
JIMMY: Mallomars, a-a-anyone?
