EXT. ALLEY BEHIND PADDY'S — LATER
The wall has been partially breached. Cricket has been freed (mostly through gravity).
The Gang stands behind a makeshift barricade of beer kegs, trash cans, and broken chairs. MAC is wearing his "Security" vest and holding a broken pool cue. DEE is livestreaming the encounter on her phone.
CRICKET stands in the middle of the alley, twitching. Behind him, LIAM and RYAN McPOYLE are perched on top of a dumpster. Their heads crested over the alley wall like the Colossal and Armored Titans.
DEE
CRICKET, YOU FUCKING TRAITOR! You're siding with the McPoyles now?! After everything we've done for you?!
CRICKET (eyes glazed)
"Done for me," Dee? You've used me as a footstool for a decade! But I've seen the light! The... the... si..sh...sihi...uh...
CRICKET (screaming)
THE SHIN-GEGGY! THE SHIN-GEGGY IS UPON YOU! THE WALL MUST COME DOWN! WE MUST ALL LIVE TOGETHER AS ONE... IN THE MILK!
DEE
HELL NO! We are not living in the milk, you dog-faced freak!
CRICKET
It's too late, Dee! Judgment is upon you! Freedom is the right of every man to crawl through the mud without boundaries!
MAC (pausing, thoughtful)
Okay, look, I'm gonna be honest—I actually like the part about "judgment" and "destroying stuff." It's got a very biblical, warrior-king energy. I'm into the "Shin-gegy" thing.
MAC(points his cue at Cricket)
But I don't like the part where it's our walls getting torn down. Maria is a lady!
DENNIS
Cricket, you aren't a "Revolutionary." You're a homeless man with a concussion who thinks he's in a cartoon. There is no "Shin-gegy." There is only a zoning dispute.
LIAM McPOYLE (whispering from the dumpster)
The wall... is an insult... to our father's eyes.
RYAN McPOYLE
Break it.
CRICKET
FREEDOM!!
FRANK(pulling out a gun)
GET BACK OR I'LL BLAST YOUR SHIN-GEGGY RIGHT OFF!
CUT TO BLACK.
EXT. ALLEY BEHIND PADDY'S — LATER – LATER
Chaos. Kegs topple. Milk coats shoes. DEE screams into her phone.
DEE
Why are my numbers DROPPING?!
Comments flash: "Is this staged?"
"Milk cult?"
DEE
Cricket, you ruined the algorithm!
MAC
I like the judgment stuff.
(beat)
I call commander.
DENNIS
No.
MAC
Rank is earned through violence.
Dennis doesn't respond. He just stares.
DENNIS (devilish grin)
Actually, Mac.
He points and shakes his finger at him.
DENNIS
You have the right idea. I have a mission for you.
Mac's eyes widen.
CUT TO BLACK.