INT. FINANCIAL OFFICE, MEETING ROOM- EVENING 

RANDY 

Okay well, Devon, I went to law 

school, so shut the fuck up. 

DEVON 

Says the intern. 

Randy turns to Verónica, ignoring Devon. 

RANDY 

Secondly, Verónica, if he can play 

soccer, he can walk. No one leaves 

until my client’s satisfied! 

DEVON 

But, I am satisfied. Just let us go 

home 

RANDY 

Devin, Devin, Devin, don’t be 

modest. Randy will take care of ya. 

After you begged me, your best 

friend, to do this, it’d be rude 

not to. 

DEVON 

We aren’t friends and I didn’t beg 

you. 

INT. FINANCIAL OFFICE, BREAK ROOM- EARLIER THAT AFTERNOON 

Devon opens the fridge. There’s lots of gross and weird things in there. Devon SIGHS. Randy walks by. 

RANDY 

What’s wrong? 

DEVON 

It’s nothing. Just... my lunch is 

missing is all. 

RANDY 

What in the actual hecks?! Devon! 

What do we do?!

DEVON 

Uh... nothing? 

Randy frantically paces. Devon stands, unamused. 

RANDY 

(shocked; frantic) 

Nothing?! There’s a thief among us, 

Dee-Dawg! 

(quick; soft) 

Can I call you Dee-Dawg? 

(shocked; frantic) 

We gotta find the thief! Just sit 

and stay Dee-Dawg, Randy’s here! 

Randy runs off. With little energy, Devon YELLS to him. 

DEVON 

(decrescendo) 

Don’t! Please! And, don’t call me 

Dee-Dawg... ugh whatever. 

He shuts the fridge, SIGHING. 

RANDY 

Okay, so far, we’ve learned... 

The dreadful atmosphere fizzles out once more. 

RANDY (CONT'D) 

... Absolutely nothing. 

DEVON 

False. We learned that everyone who 

works here is a fucking snake! 

VERÓNICA 

Says Devon, the man who snooped 

through our emails! 

DEVON 

It was an accident!