Mongoose waits in the candy aisle, fingers trembling. He eyes the MAN at the cash register. He snatches a Milky Way Bar and sticks it in his coat pocket. Mongoose waits for lightning to strike, for the hand of God to frizzle him on the spot, for the earth to open and swallow him up. Cops at least. Nothing.
INT. Mini Mart - Night
INT. Mini Mart - Night
Mongoose scratches the back of his head, putting on a 'now-what-do-I-want-to-buy' look. He stuffs a candy bar into his pocket. Nothing happens.
INT. Mini Mart - Night
He grabs a handful of Milky Ways, and stuffs them. And some Butterfingers. And Almond Joys. A handful of Snickers. Baby Ruths. M&M's. Tootsie Rolls.ECU / INSERTS
INT. Mini Mart - Night
Two aisles over, Weasel's red ski cap bobs behind the pastries. The red cap moves down the aisle, past the sodas and pretzels, towards the door.
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Mongoose and Weasel meet at the cash register. They walk past the man, cool, casual, not looking.
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They walk towards the door. Mongoose sweats.SHOT FROM THE OTHER SIDE
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EXIT
Mongoose looks straight ahead.MED CLOSE
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They walk to the end of the block.
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Weasel knocks off the mini-mart by himself.One shot.