5050 Ep 2 Script (Patreon)

I know it's been a whole month, but here's the script I wrote for Episode 2! It's shorter than Episode 1, but I think it gets the point across. Also I'm gonna have to start designing Mr. B I guess. Kinda funny how he's in the 2nd episode and I don't even know what he looks like yet.

[Zhen is counting money in the cash register, and it's dark outside. Dylan is leaning on the counter next to her. Her bowtie is loose and her backpack is on. She's waiting to be taken home. She's in the middle of conversation.]

Dylan: So while Damien's on the phone with me, he's still trying to fish the key out of the spaghetti sauce and then his cat comes out of absolutely nowhere and starts going ham on the bowl of noodles and knocks over the camera set up-

[Zhen is trying to count to herself in her head when Mr. B pops out of nowhere.]

Mr. B: Jen! Hurry up, I'm trying to lock up.

Zhen: Yes, sir.

Mr. B: And you! New girl. Stop distracting her. My wife's making dinner and I will not be late!

[He slams the staff room shut and Dylan immediately resumes talking.]

Dylan: So he's got one hand in the jar of spaghetti sauce and the other one's trying to hold the cat out of the shot, right-

Zhen: Is there a point to all this or are you just telling me a story about your friend?

Dylan: Ok, ok, long story short, there's this Art Community Center that he's taking film classes at after school and he told me there's comic book class!

Zhen: Okay?

Dylan: So I signed up and my mom said she might need your help taking me there and  picking me up? Aunt Kim said you were free.

[Zhen looks midly annoyed. (More than usual)]

Zhen: What is it with my mom and volunteering me for things she doesn't even ask me about?

Dylan: The class is on Mondays and Wednesdays at 5 and Aunt Kim said you get out at 4!

Zhen: Where is it? Like how far away?

It's like a 10 minute drive from here, I'll text you the address.

[Zhen sighs and The staff room slams open again.]

Mr. B: Are you done yet, Miller?

Zhen: Just finishing up, sir.

Mr. B: Well finish faster! It's already-

[Dylan pops into Mr. B's view jut before he's about to chew out Zhen.]

Dylan: Mr. B do you do any kind of art?

Mr. B: Eh? What, like paintin'?

Dylan: Yeah! 

Mr. B: My mom used to paint when we were growing up on the farm. She always liked painting the sky.

Dylan: Aw, that's so sweet-

[He cuts her off.]

Mr. B: And my dad liked fishing. Mom liked to paint and dad liked to fish, and let me tell you about some of the fish he caught-

[Zhen cuts him off.]

Zhen: Mr. B, don't you have dinner to get to? I have the keys so I can just lock up when I'm finished.

Mr. B: Ah, shit yeah. Alright. See you on Monday, Miller. New Girl.

Zhen: Yes, sir. 

[Mr. B nods at them both and exits the store.]

Dylan: Damn I guess he really does bring up fishing in every personal conversation.

Zhen: I told you that last week.

Dylan: Yeah, but I've never seen it happen live!