LANA My grandfather owns a transportation service. Like Kars for Kids. Pheemer looks up from his video game. PHEEMER Thanks. Now I'm going to have that annoying song in my head all day. Pheemer returns to his game. DYLAN (thinking) Kars for... Oh, you mean like one of those places for retards. Lana hits Dylan in the shoulder. Dylan holds his shoulder and acts like he is in more pain than he actually is. As Lana continues talking, he silently holds up his arm, making a muscle. He points at his arm then at Lana nodding his head with a shit eating grin. LANA Special needs children. Anyway, they don't run in the summer, so we should be able to get a hold of a van. Nothing fancy, and it won't be comfortable, but there should be room for all of us. And, they service the vehicles regularly, so it shouldn't break down on us. RYAN Well, let's do it then. DYLAN Oh, check out mister it's impossible, it can't be done, we're doomed. Ryan sneers at Dylan. LANA There's only one problem. My grandfather is in the hospital. TODD And? LANA And... we'll have to sneak into the room and steal the keys. DYLAN What's wrong with him? LANA Alzheimer's. DYLAN Well, that's easy then. You just ask ol' Grampa Joe to cough up the keys, and he'll forget he ever gave them to you. CHARLY You are such an inconsiderate bastard. DYLAN And you are such a feisty hot red head. Why if I were a lesbian, I'd- Charly jumps up and starts towards Dylan. Todd steps in the way and waves his hand in the air as if parting the Red Sea. TODD Enough! Todd points at Dylan. TODD (CONT'D) You are an inconsiderate bastard. Dylan raises hands up in the air and backs away in submission. Todd then turns to Charly. TODD (CONT'D) And you need to cool your jets. They'll be plenty of time for killing him later. Glaring at Dylan, Charly sits back down in the chair and crosses her arms in a huff. TODD (CONT'D) Dylan might have screwed everything up for all of us, but his intentions were genuine. And when it comes down to it, he did the right thing. Sort of. RYAN Todd is right, guys. I didn't tell any of you, but I was already thinking of leaving. It's nice playing with some of the best players in the game, but those guys are douchebags. No one deserves to be treated like that. DYLAN Well, thank you for that public service announcement, Captain Cool. PHEEMER Jesus, dude, he was sticking up for you. TODD Look, this sounds easy enough. We just go to the hospital, visit Lana's grandfather, and lift the keys while we're there. Todd raises his hands in the air. TODD (CONT'D) Not that I'm actually going along with this crazy ass scheme. DYLAN What's this we shit, anyway? CHARLY Well, seeing as you are the one who got us into this mess. Dylan scratches his cheek and looks away, not wanting to get into another altercation with Charly. LANA It's not that simple. If I go for a visit, and then for some reason the keys go missing, they are going to know it was me. Someone has to sneak in, get the keys, and get out quick. No one can know I was there. The nurses would recognize me. Charly raises her hand, cocks her head, and smiles. CHARLY I vote Dylan. DYLAN Okay, fine, fine. I'll go. But I'm not going alone, and I'll only do it if I get to wear a disguise. Dylan says the word disguise with mystery and mimes a long and curly moustache on his face. Ryan facepalms and runs his hand through his hair as Charly leans forward shaking her head. She rests her head in her hands with an arm on each knee. LANA I'm going to get crucified for this if I get caught, but I'll go. I know where the room is and I'm the only one who knows where he keeps the keys. It will be quicker if I go. Todd paces back and forth for a second. TODD Okay, I'll go. Charly raises her head. Even Pheemer looks up from his video game at this point. TODD (CONT'D) And a disguise might not be such a bad idea. PHEEMER The world just got a whole helluva lot more interesting.