<script>
  <scene>
    <scene_description>A 1968 OLDSMOBILE CUTLASS screeches to a halt, anthem rock thumping within. The doors swing open and into the night emerge -- JOE MCMAHON AND OLLIE CREAMER Either side of forty. Confident strides. They make their Men's Wearhouse suits look good. We're outside -- THE NICEST HOTEL IN AKRON, OHIO where they're greeted by an awkward teenage VALET PARKER. Joe (Vince Vaughn) hands over the keys with a smile --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Go easy on the clutch, okay, Professor?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: car stereo)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And you hear that song playing right now?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie (Owen Wilson) shrugs, apologetic --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's our get-psyched mix.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It's our get-psyched mix and when you turn the car back on, the CD starts in the same place. So if Freddie Mercury isn't in the middle of his Bohemian Rhapsody, I'll know if you sparked a doob and took her for a little Ferris Bueller joyride. This exact spot...</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The second Scaramouche.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(sings)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Scaramouche!</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Scaramouche!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe slips the kid a five dollar bill --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Second Scaramouche.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HOTEL LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Our guys hustle in, greeted by the FRONT DESK CLERK --</scene_description>
    <character>FRONT DESK CLERK</character>
    <dialogue>Checking in?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(keeps moving)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No, thank you. We're just here for dinner and to close a gargantuan sale.</dialogue>
    <character>FRONT DESK CLERK</character>
    <dialogue>Good luck!</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Luck is for amateurs. Right, Ollie?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Mm hmm...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie's mind is elsewhere; Joe can tell --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You're not with me right now. Is it time to change up the mix? There's too much Queen. I felt it.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>We may've gone to that well one too many times but don't worry, I'm ready.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(knows better)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Speak to me, Ollie. I need The Kid in playoff shape tonight.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's just-- these days isn't Akron maybe a little far for a client dinner? The gas alone--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Ollie, this is Bob Leyritz of Leyritz Sporting Goods. The man's old school. He still calls Mexicans "Spanish". A guy like that appreciates the personal touch. Like spooning a girl after sex. Two spoons in a drawer. You wouldn't just get up and pee after sex with Bob Leyritz, would you?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>That image is deeply troubling.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(gives himself over)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay. We should run the triangle.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(lights up)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>There's The Kid! Welcome back, young'un.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Definitely run the triangle offense on Bob Leyritz.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(holds up one finger)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>His beverage...?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Bourbon. And Bob roots for...?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(second finger)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The Indians. Diehard.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now all we need is a detail about the little Leyritzes...?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(digging deep)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I believe he's got a daughter.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Right, because I remember picturing what a young female half-him would look like and it wasn't pretty. But still she wasn't all that terrible in her...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(the third finger)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>...University of Alabama t-shirt.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Roll Tide Roll.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ding! Our guys are into an elevator as we SMASH TO --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>LAUGHTER as Joe and Ollie sit with BOB LEYRITZ (50s, nicer suit, pleasant guy). Bourbons all around.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>--I'm telling you this girl didn't belong in the stands at the Derby, she belonged on the track.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>In my defense, I was wearing julep goggles. They pour 'em with Ol' Fitz down there.</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <parenthetical>(blown away)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Old Fitzgerald? I've always dreamt of trying it but that stuff's like 300 bucks a bottle.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It was a profound experience. Like drinking an angel's teardrops.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe takes a sip of his bourbon but doesn't swallow --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(mouth full)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I just wanted to keep it right here for a while. Maybe take it to a movie. Then some dancing.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Bob's eating this up. Joe eyes a TV up by the bar playing the local sports highlights --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Son of a bitch, Tribe won again. Are they hot or what?</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <parenthetical>(ecstatic)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh my god. I know they say pitching wins championships but so does the goddamn long ball!</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I have to tell you, I feel an electricity at Progressive Field that's incalculable. It's like a rocket launch meets a damn baby shower. Know what I mean?</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>Exactly. My season tickets are the first item in my will.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Not to play contrarian, and I know we've touched on this before, but you have to get up pretty early to match the atmosphere on a Saturday in Tuscaloosa.</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <parenthetical>(euphoric)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So true! That whole campus is magical. You know, my daughter Stephiana goes there.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Stephiana goes there?!</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Must be a lot of broken hearts bleeding crimson.</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>One weekend -- you're not gonna believe this -- I went to an Indians Friday nighter then flew out to catch the Tide/Florida game the next morning. Double dip.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Double dip! Yes. Double</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>diparoo!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Why don't you just move Christmas and the Fourth of July to the same weekend next time? Hope you got your cholesterol checked before that one.</scene_description>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <parenthetical>(laughing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ohmygosh, you aren't wrong.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(catches his breath)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I always have so much fun with you two.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Not double dip fun but close.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie and Joe share a look. It's time to close.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Now I hate to be the wet blanket--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Don't knock wet blankets. If they're wet from postcoital satisfaction, then they're okay in my book.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>--but if we could just sneak a little business in, I think you should be pretty aggressive in your order this season.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe flips open his briefcase to reveal a DISPLAY -- a series of SPORTS WATCHES and one of those awkward WATCH ADS where Jeff Gordon rests his chin on his fist.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>He's right, Bob. We've got some amazing watches right now. These babies are gonna leap off your shelves. And if you're worried about them getting damaged from the leaping don't because the little suckers are more shock resistant than Bruce Jenner's face.</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <parenthetical>(trying to get a word in)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Guys--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>But at the end of the day, this isn't about watches. It's about us.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(really means it)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We know you. We're not gonna sell you shit just to increase our margins.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie leans in for the honest, thoughtful kill --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: them and Bob)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Because this thing here? That's beyond words. That's beyond price tags.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe lifts his glass to the WAITER --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>We're ready for that round.</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>That's really not--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Now, we know you're up to six stores--</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>Guys, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Stick to the three we did last year.</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>I can't--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Why rock the boat?</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>I can't do it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Those words land with a thud.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(small)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Can't do what?</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>Re-up your merchandise. For any of my stores.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Look, I was hoping you guys'd have something else for me. But you've got watches. And the kids don't buy watches anymore. They just look at their goddamn phones. I'm sorry.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Bobby, the youth market's cyclical--</dialogue>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>It's not just them. Look around. Hardly anybody wears a watch today.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>We do.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The guys hold up their wrists.</scene_description>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>Okay. And where'd you get them?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>(looks away)</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>(sheepishly)</dialogue>
    <scene_description>eBay. Overstock.com.</scene_description>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>Exactly. That's the world we live in, fellas.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Due respect, Bob, your evidence is cursory and circumstantial.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Not thrilled to have to do this, Bob calls out to the COUPLE (30s) at the next table --</scene_description>
    <character>BOB</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me, but do either of you have the time?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The GUY removes his IPHONE from his pocket as the GIRL simultaneously fishes her SAMSUNG out of her purse --</scene_description>
    <character>GUY</character>
    <dialogue>8:22.</dialogue>
    <character>GIRL</character>
    <dialogue>8:22.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As this sinks in, the Waiter arrives with a tray --</scene_description>
    <character>WAITER</character>
    <dialogue>Three congratulatory glasses of Old Fitzgerald!</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>I/E. CUTLASS (MOVING) - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie ride in silence, Queen blaring on the get- psyched mix --</scene_description>
    <character>FREDDIE MERCURY (ON RADIO)</character>
    <dialogue>And bad mistakes, I've made a few. I've had my share of sand kicked in my face but I've come through. Weeee are the champ--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie snaps off the radio.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>We're in deep shit, Joe. I mean, that dinner alone...</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>This isn't deep shit. This is shallow shit. At most an inch of excrement and we're wearing shit- kickers because we've been here before. '89, faxes. '92, cordless phones. '96, beepers. Remember beepers? We humped that kitty 'til it was dry as the Sahara and then we moved on.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You and I've been good earners for the company. Jackie knows that and he's gonna assign us new product. A wet kitty.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>From that, we SMASH TO -- A WOODEN OFFICE DOOR Its stencil reads: Meyers Manufacturing Representativ--. A WORKER is SCRAPING the letters off with a tool.</scene_description>
    <character>JACKIE (PRE-LAP)</character>
    <dialogue>Sorry, boys.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. OFFICE - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie sit in utter misery opposite the worn desk of JACKIE MEYERS (60ish, Tommy Bahama shirt) who is currently packing all his stuff into a moving box.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(in disbelief)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're folding...</dialogue>
    <character>JACKIE</character>
    <dialogue>Everything's EDI now. It's cheaper and more efficient for a computer to tell these companies what to stock.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Computers can't work the buyers, Jackie. They're not people.</dialogue>
    <character>JACKIE</character>
    <dialogue>People are a pain in the ass. The buyers just want to click a few buttons and have their stuff show up on their doorstep.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(sighs)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's over.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus, are you gonna be alright?</dialogue>
    <character>JACKIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm gonna be honest with you, Ollie. I've never been better. I cashed in my retirement. Bought a condo in Scottsdale and new tits for my wife. Silicone. It's legal again.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>(beaten)</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>That's good. (shellshocked)</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Do you have a picture?</scene_description>
    <character>JACKIE</character>
    <dialogue>Me and the old lady are gonna be tucked away real nice. I just thank god I made my money before everything went to shit.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Our guys share a look of concern. Jackie tosses a WATCH DISPLAY in the trash.</scene_description>
    <character>JACKIE</character>
    <dialogue>Our line of work? We're as obsolete as the watches.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Let's not overstate it.</dialogue>
    <character>JACKIE</character>
    <dialogue>If anything, I'm understating it, fellas. The skills you need to make it out there now? Take it from a fossil, you two are dinosaurs.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>C'mon. We'll get through this.</dialogue>
    <character>JACKIE</character>
    <dialogue>There's nowhere to get through it to, Joseph. I say this because I care: You've already been where you're going.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. PARK - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie sit on a bench drinking paper-bagged Old Style tallboys.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I can't believe this. It's over.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>C'mon. We're better than that.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>We're not better than that, Joe. We're sharing a beer on a Wednesday afternoon.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>NEW ANGLE reveals they're adjacent to a MOTHER with her child. She looks on disapprovingly. Joe smiles and tips his beer to the Mom --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: playground)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's good how the ground's all padded like that. Much safer nowadays. Less ouches.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Our whole generation is fucked.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It's not right. We were raised like sheep. "Go to college, get a good job".</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You never went to college.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm saying in concept. The generation as a whole. We learned a skill, we got a job, we worked our asses off. That's America, right? And this is our thanks?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(giving up)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm taking the job with my brother- in-law.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(incredulous)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Your brother-in-law. Who spent half of Thanksgiving explaining the meaning of his tattoo.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>He said he could hook me up.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Unacceptable. Ollie, I'm gonna remind you about a tattoo that does have meaning. The Chinese symbol on that young lady's lower back in Thailand. Crisis also equals Opportunity. This is a chance for us to reinvent ourselves.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's not realistic, Joe. Life doesn't work that way for people like us. We're analog guys in a digital world. You heard Jackie, we're dinosaurs.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Fine, we're dinosaurs. Guess what? I embrace the label. They were regal creatures.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Were being the operative word. Guess what? They're fucking extinct.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, Ollasaurus. There's a big goddamn asteroid headed our way. What're you gonna do? Are you just gonna sit there and get crushed? 'Cause I'm not. No. I'm gonna be one of those pterodactyls and fly the hell out of the way. Maybe get some of my boys together, Armageddon that rock before it lands, I don't know. Point being, we don't have to go quietly into extinction. We can figure this out.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie rises.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Good luck with Megan.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Ollie, come on.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Unmoved, Ollie slogs away. Joe turns to the Mom --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: kid)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>She's very cute.</dialogue>
    <character>MOTHER</character>
    <dialogue>He's a boy.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TOWNHOUSE CONDO - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe, a bag of Chinese take-out in tow, fishes his keys from his pocket. Arrives to find a WORKER taping something to his door. It's a neon yellow NOTICE OF FORECLOSURE.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>The hell--?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Worker tosses his tape roller in a TOOL BAG, a bit jumpy --</scene_description>
    <character>WORKER</character>
    <dialogue>Sir, I'm going to need you maintain a five foot radius.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(inches closer)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay, but can we just talk about--?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Worker fingers a can of MACE attached to his belt --</scene_description>
    <character>WORKER</character>
    <dialogue>If you come within five feet I'm authorized to use this.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Relax, Chuck Bronson, nobody's getting pepper sprayed, alright?</dialogue>
    <character>WORKER</character>
    <dialogue>This isn't pepper spray, sir. It's gorilla spray. You do not want me to use it.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You brought out the gorilla spray for the big man. I gotta say, I'm flattered.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Look, my girlfriend's coming home soon, alright? And if she sees that, it's not gonna look good. So I'm asking you, human to human here, can you please take the notice down?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A loud THUMP from inside. Joe's surprised.</scene_description>
    <character>WORKER</character>
    <dialogue>I think you're too late, buddy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Worker swings the door open -- IN THE APARTMENT MEGAN (30s, pretty, professional dress) has just thrown a big suitcase on the floor and is loading it with clothes. Joe pads in, all smiles --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: takeout bag)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Who wants Slippery Shrimp?</dialogue>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>Don't--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Megan, it's just a momentary blip. These things go in cycles. I'd think you, as a woman, could appreciate that.</dialogue>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>It's not the money, Joe. And thank you for assuming I'd be that shallow. It's you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She crosses to the BATHROOM, continues grabbing her stuff. He follows --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>What about me? Is it because I'm too unselfish in bed because I can't help it if I'm a giver--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She keeps packing, no longer amused by his shtick.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>C'mon, Koala Bear. Tell Papa Bear what the problem is.</dialogue>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>I need someone I can grow with, okay? Someone who's open to change.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm open.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She heads back to the LIVING ROOM with her toiletries --</scene_description>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>We've eaten Slippery Shrimp five hundred times but have you ever taken me to that Vietnamese place I've dropped like eighteen hints about?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I still don't trust them.</dialogue>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>It's been 40 years.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>You've been doing the same dead-end job for god-knows-how-long.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Untrue. My company just went under and I'm pursuing new opportunities.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>That didn't help his cause.</scene_description>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>You can stand in place, Joe, but the world keeps turning.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: foreclosure sign)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And you're getting left behind.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She zips the suitcase shut, lugs it to the ground.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, so maybe that is me. But guess what? A lot of people like that guy. In fact, he's the same man you fell in love with last year. So why would you want him to be somebody different?</dialogue>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>You're right. And I still love you, Joe. I just thought you'd be... more.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She wipes her eye and drags her bag OUT THE DOOR, past the Worker. Joe chases after --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Megan, wait--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>THUNK! Joe slams his foot into the Worker's tool bag, crumbling to the ground. As he rises, his anger bubbling over --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Mother--</dialogue>
    <character>WORKER</character>
    <parenthetical>(nervous)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Five feet!</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Do you mind? I'm trying to talk to my girl--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>FSSSHHHHH! Joe gets gorilla sprayed in the face.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Son-of-a--</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Megan!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe stumbles along the WALK, completely blinded.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Agggghhh! Megan--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Megan STRIDES OFF down the sidewalk. Joe shouts out in the complete opposite direction --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Are you there? Have my words gotten through to you?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(spins)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I can't tell, are you walking towards me or away? Koala?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. LAKEFRONT LOFT BUILDING - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We hear MOANING, increasing in intensity...</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LOFT - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>West Elm. Young and modern. Ollie is in bed with a GIRL (late 20s, model-adjacent) who is currently in the throes of orgasm. As she catches her breath --</scene_description>
    <character>GIRL</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck, you're good at that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie rolls onto his back, in a similar state of contentment.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're not so bad yourself. In fact, with a lot more practice I think we can get you to great.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She laughs. He smiles, perhaps feeling a bit of a connection.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I needed this. It's been a really shitty week. And now I'm not even sure who or what I am any--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He turns on his side to do two-spoons --</scene_description>
    <character>GIRL</character>
    <dialogue>Uh huh.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She RISES, crossing to the bathroom. Ollie's face drops; she did the immediate get-up-and-pee move. The Girl talks plainly as she sits and urinates.</scene_description>
    <character>GIRL</character>
    <dialogue>There's Vitamin Water in the fridge if you want for the ride home.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(ouch)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Thanks.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He slips his pants back on. He's the one who has to do the walk of shame. She flushes. Rejoins him.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>My schedule's kinda up in the air for a while. I've gotta start this new job with my asshole brother-in--</dialogue>
    <character>GIRL</character>
    <dialogue>Whoa. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to stop you there.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Hmm?</dialogue>
    <character>GIRL</character>
    <dialogue>Remember when I had that awful day a few weeks ago and I wanted to talk about it? You told me you had a rule: "Don't share problems--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(he deserves it)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>--and we won't have any."</dialogue>
    <character>GIRL</character>
    <dialogue>It'd be a shame to veer from that now.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She crosses to the kitchen area. He follows --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Your critique is fair. And it allows me to see my rule in a new light. Perhaps it's a problem not to share one's--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She hands him a Vitamin Water. Their night is over. Off his look, CUT TO --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOE'S TOWNHOUSE - OFFICE NOOK - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe sits at a desktop PC with a chunky monitor and big block processor. It's probably only five years old but it looks completely ancient. His browser's open to GOOGLE. Joe types: "sales jobs ohio" into the box and clicks SEARCH. A SERIES OF SHOTS as Joe scans AVAILABLE POSITIONS (stuff like Chief Data Sales Architect, VP Online Merchandising, eCommerce Coordinator) and the SKILLS NEEDED for them -- EXCEL.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>POWERPOINT.</stage_direction>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>HTML.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Hitmull?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A barrage of QUICKENs and QUICKBOOKs and QUARK XPRESSes before, finally, we end up back at the -- GOOGLE SEARCH PAGE. Joe stares at the monitor, lost, the cursor blinking and blinking. Nothing but a big white field and that lone multicolored word. He's googled all he can google. Except -- Joe types the word "google" into the box and clicks SEARCH. ON JOE As he eyes the results, a hint of a smile crosses his face.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TARGET - HOME ELECTRONICS DEPARTMENT - THE NEXT DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Fluorescent lights. A Kelly Clarkson video on two dozen flatscreens. A weird-looking DUDE is passed out in the plush home theater seat. A TODDLER cries. His FATHER soothes the kid by screaming at him in a harsh-sounding foreign tongue. Amidst the horror, staring blankly ahead, we find OLLIE, wearing the red short-sleeve polo, his once-flowing mane now SLICKED DOWN in a neat side-part. He's currently scanning merchandise with one of those radar guns.</scene_description>
    <character>RICK (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Ollie Ollie Oxen Free.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie's brother-in-law/manager RICK (30s, goatee, overly- complex tattoo) approaches, hand extended for a pound. Ollie waves weakly --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Hey, Rick.</dialogue>
    <character>RICK</character>
    <dialogue>You look good. Sharp. Your hair is much more professional this way. And, if I may say, you rock out that shirt nicely. Target red suits you. Plus, bonus, the chicks dig it.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Rick, you're married to my sister. Can we not--?</dialogue>
    <character>RICK</character>
    <dialogue>Hey, I can't prevent attraction. If you build it, they will come. And by "come" I mean climax like a banshee, you feel me?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Do you think I could take my lunch now--?</dialogue>
    <character>RICK</character>
    <dialogue>Absolutely. You get fifteen minutes at our in-house Little Caesar's. Right after you finish scanning. I need that inventory loaded into the EDI stat.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie bristles at the mention of their computer replacement.</scene_description>
    <character>RICK</character>
    <parenthetical>(spies something)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Thank the lord for jeggings.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rick's spotted an ATTRACTIVE SHOPPER in a pair of those skin- tight jean legging things.</scene_description>
    <character>FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They spin to find a middle-aged female CUSTOMER. She looks like she could've been a lunchlady at your elementary school.</scene_description>
    <character>CUSTOMER</character>
    <dialogue>Can you boys help me with a television set?</dialogue>
    <character>RICK</character>
    <dialogue>Absolutely, ma'am. Ollie here will take great care of you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rick gives Ollie a coach's ass whack and saunters off to flirt with Jeggings Girl.</scene_description>
    <character>CUSTOMER</character>
    <dialogue>My question is about LCD versus plasma, specifically which performs better at 1080p?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie has no fucking clue. But doesn't hesitate --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Right. Well there are many schools of thought on that. Both possess expert craftsmanship. These models right here are assembled by only the most detail-oriented children in the factory. I don't like labels but some would call them "gifted". I almost feel like I'd be diminishing their contribution by choosing one side over the other.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, no. No no no.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe marches up, dismayed at the sight of Ollie's hair --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>What have they done to The Kid? You're like a broken stallion. This lustrous mane was meant to fly free.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie knows this can only spell trouble --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Joe, I'm with a customer.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Not anymore.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Customer)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sorry, Sweetheart, but I'm trying to save a life here.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe pulls Ollie aside. Ollie calls back to the Customer --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: TVs, apologetic)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Compare the pictures.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then, hushed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Joe, my brother-in-law--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Who you hate.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Who I respect. And who gave me this job. Which I need.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>No, you don't. Because the Job Fairy here found us a new gig.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Really? Where?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>A little outfit out west. Apparently they're Fortune magazine's number one best company to work for 2012. Ollie, we're going to Google.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Google, buddy. They've got bocce courts. Bowling alleys. Massage rooms--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Have you fucking lost it?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm telling you, this is where we need to be to develop our skills for the 21st century. This is where we make ourselves matter again. Why not us? Why can't we have that?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Because, Joe, you and I can't just get jobs at Google.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Sure we can. We just have to break in the same way anybody else does. At the bottom.</dialogue>
    <dialogue>Joe hands Ollie a PRINT OUT for the Google Summer Internship Program.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Interns?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Boom goes the dynamite.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>This is a program for college kids.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Which is why I just enrolled us at the University of Phoenix online. Class of '16. Go Fighting Phoenixes.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Joe, these guys must get applications from the best of the best. Harvard, MIT--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah, they've got a million MIT guys but how many University of Phoenix guys've they got? None. How many dudes with a deuce of decades of real-world experience under their belts? None squared. C'mon. What does a Phoenix do, Ollie? She rises from the ashes. Do it, Little Phoenix. Spread those beautiful fiery wings and fly.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Customer interrupts, pissed --</scene_description>
    <character>CUSTOMER</character>
    <dialogue>I've waited long enough. I'm going to speak to a manager.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Absolutely, Honey. Why don't you try that guy over there...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe points out a 75-YEAR-OLD GREETER in the next aisle. The Customer storms off.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm the Ghost of Christmas Future, Ollie.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: old guy)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Look closely at that man. That's you in ten years.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie eyes the Greeter. Joe's hyperbolizing but this really is a hint of Ollie's future. ACROSS THE WAY, the Customer interrupts Rick and Jeggings to complain.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>This is gonna be exciting!</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Work isn't meant to be exciting. Work is meant to bring in money so you can eat, have a roof over your head, and have things to grill on three-day weekends.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Hamsters on a wheel, Ollie. That's all we've ever been. Hamsters aren't meant to be in a glass case on a wheel; they're meant to be out in the wild.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What wild? What wild do hamsters roam freely without a constant fear of being killed?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Having heard the Customer's story, Rick eyes our guys with grave concern.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Look, Joe, can we please just talk about this later--?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>There is no later, Ollie. We've got Skype interviews at 2:30. And my obsolete watch says it's almost noon and we need to allow time to figure out what Skype is. You heard Jackie. We've been where we're going. So we're fucking going to change it up and go to California. Un-gel those feathered locks and let the sun shine in. Do you know how blonde your hair will get out there? Cali, motherfucker. It's the new gold rush. And it's time for these two miners to strike it big.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Most of the miners died broke, Joe. The people who got rich were the ones who sold them the supplies.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Not all of them! Why do you always go so negative? They said "fuck it" and they took their shot. This is ours. We're Eminem in 8 Mile and this is our one shot. Are you gonna miss your chance to blow?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(genuinely)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I won't let you run out the clock, buddy. I won't let you give up.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I haven't given up. And if I have it's in a pragmatic way, not a profound way.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rick hurries over --</scene_description>
    <character>RICK</character>
    <dialogue>Is there a problem here, Oliver?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A big moment. Put up or shut up.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe deflates. It's a sad sight, the energy sapped from this dynamo. A sight that, in spite of his usual pragmatism, truly gets to Ollie --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Besides the fact that you're a horrible husband to my sister.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe lights up. Ollie pulls his Target polo over his head, gaining steam --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: old dude)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And that ten years of this place would actually make me look worse than that guy. No offense.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>None's taken. Ollie messes up his slicked hair so that it returns to its natural shaggy wonder.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, and that I've got a Skype interview at two fucking thirty.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie TOSSES the shirt at the shocked Rick. Eminem's Lose Yourself bumps over the soundtrack as our guys proudly march out of the store. Joe winks at Jeggings girl. MUSIC continues over --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FED-EX/KINKO'S - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Grey carpet. Yellowing copiers. Joe and Ollie sit at a computer in their best suits, a bit amped. On their monitor, they're visible in the little Skype window awaiting their videoconference. Joe calls over his shoulder to the Kinko's EMPLOYEE behind the desk --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Are we good? Am I Skyping?</dialogue>
    <character>EMPLOYEE</character>
    <parenthetical>(bored)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're ready as soon as they call in.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie checks himself in the Skype window. Fixes some bangs. A CUSTOMER (20s, piercings) leans in behind them --</scene_description>
    <character>PIERCINGS</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: computer)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Are you guys almost done?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Skype PINGS. The call!</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Sorry, Guyliner, but you're gonna have to print your techno flyers somewhere else.</dialogue>
    <character>PIERCINGS</character>
    <parenthetical>(offended)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's dubstep.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Two INTERVIEWERS (30ish, one male, one female) appear in the larger box. Silicon Valley professionals, pleasant but efficient. Clearly a bit surprised by what's before them.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Ollie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay, get in here so they can see you and we'll pick up.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm pretty sure they can see me--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>They can't fucking--</dialogue>
    <character>MALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>We can see you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe smiles weakly at the camera --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(too loud)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Lovely to make your acquaintance.</dialogue>
    <character>FEMALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>We can hear you fine as well.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Excellent. Joe McMahon here.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Ollie Creamer.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Now, I realize interns our age would be atypical and unexpected--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>--but from what we understand so is the culture at Google--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>--and if you'll give us a shot here I think we'll prove our worth.</dialogue>
    <character>FEMALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>Everyone gets the same chance, Mr. McMahon. Ted, I believe you have the first question...</dialogue>
    <character>MALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <parenthetical>(reads)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How have you demonstrated leadership on your campus?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>As you may be aware, the University of Phoenix is currently an online institution. So our campus is a charming little place we like to call The World.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>But that doesn't prevent us from being leaders in our community. For example, I always give all my leftovers to the homeless. That includes bread and butter.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Last year I fostered a cat. Mr. Mittens is doing quite well I'm told.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Look, I know what you're after here is life experience. And together we have a combined 34 years of experience selling products to major job creators. I defy you to find that in a sophomore at Stanford.</dialogue>
    <character>PIERCINGS</character>
    <parenthetical>(leans his head in)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Are you guys almost--?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>No! Jesus.</dialogue>
    <character>MALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>Are you at a Kinko's?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's actually called FedEx-Office now which made it way harder to find.</dialogue>
    <character>FEMALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>Alrighty. Now, we like to ask a few questions that some candidates might find a bit odd--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Shoot.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>We're open to experimentation.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No judgment.</scene_description>
    <character>MALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>You're shrunken down to the size of a nickel and placed in a blender that's about to be turned on in thirty seconds. What do you do?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Is anything else in the blender?</dialogue>
    <character>MALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>I-I don't know...</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>That's gonna make a difference. Is there ice to climb on? Are we making a smoothie or a Daiquiri?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Throw a little rum in there, Teddy. It's been a long week. Live a little.</dialogue>
    <character>FEMALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>For the sake of the argument, let's say it's empty.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Well then there's no problem.</dialogue>
    <character>FEMALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>If you're the size of a nickel and there's no liquid to drown in you could just lay down flat on your back and the blade'll pass right over your head. Wait out the storm.</dialogue>
    <character>MALE INTERVIEWER</character>
    <dialogue>Once the blender's on, it's on forever. So you'd be still be stuck down there.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>If I may, who's turning on this KitchenAid? Assuming it's not a poltergeist, we're dealing with a person, right?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>And all persons can be negotiated with. So you just say something like--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(calling up out of the blender)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hey there, friend. That Margarita you're about to enjoy isn't going to have a worm at the bottom.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It's gonna have the mortal remains of two miniature aspiring Google interns.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Now, we may be the size of a nickel but we've got hearts the size of silver dollars.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>And have you considered how much dough you could make with two microscopic people? Talk shows. Endorsements. You don't frappé a gold-mine--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The image PAUSES. New angle reveals we're now --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GOOGLEPLEX - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAYS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Sleek, glass walls. The exact opposite of a Kinko's. A group of Google EMPLOYEES sit around a large table. The video of Joe and Ollie's interview is paused on a huge screen.</scene_description>
    <character>GUY IN PLEATED CHINOS</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DANA SIMMS (30ish, buttoned-down beautiful, always the first person to hand in her test) offers an emphatic --</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>MR. CHETTY is the drill-sergeant-in-a-sweater-vest head of Human Resources --</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>I won't even dignify it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The final vote belongs to a GUY (mid-20s) whose t-shirt reads: "Buffering..."</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <parenthetical>(considers, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I say yes.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The others LAUGH.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks, I needed that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>But Buffering's serious. Points to a chart on the wall --</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>The D in BOLD Internship Program stands for Diversity.</dialogue>
    <character>PLEATED CHINOS</character>
    <dialogue>Meaning kids who went to U. of Chicago instead of MIT.</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>These applicants have zero skills.</dialogue>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Wrong. Their Googliness is off the charts. The goal here is find people outside our bubble to challenge our way of thinking.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>We have 7000 kids applying for 100 spots. Geniuses. Rhodes Scholars. People who could be the next Bill Gates or Steve Jobs and you wanna waste two of those slots on a pair of superannuated drop-outs?</dialogue>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Bill Gates and Steve Jobs were both drop-outs.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Our final judgment is always based on the Layover Test, right? Who would you rather be stuck next to at an airport bar for a six-hour delay? The ten-millionth kid who knows that if you shrink your density allows you to jump way higher? Or the guys who talked their way out of a blender?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As his words land, we SMASH TO --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. SOUTHWEST FLIGHT - WEEKS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie are crammed into unassigned coach seats, Ollie's clunky old ThinkPad straddling their tray-tables. BING!</scene_description>
    <character>FLIGHT ATTENDANT (OVER P.A.)</character>
    <dialogue>The Captain has turned off the fasten seat-belt sign. You are now free to move about the cabin.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>We are now free to move about the country.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(stands, stretches)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We are free to begin our lives anew.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He calls out to a female PASSENGER with a neck pillow.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Neck Pillow, where you headed?</dialogue>
    <character>PILLOW WOMAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(confused)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>San Francisco? I'm meeting my old college friends.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Look out. Girls' weekend. Starts with sourdough and ends with a yeast infection. Have fun.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He calls out to a GUY in a sweater-vest doing a Sudoku.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>How 'bout you, Sudoku?</dialogue>
    <character>SUDOKU GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Business.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Us, too. We're in the high technology field now.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: laptop)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Joe, do we really need to do this?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie struggles to navigate a UNIVERSITY OF PHOENIX PROGRAM, moving the mouse with that weird pencil-eraser MOUSE in the middle of the keyboard.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Gotta maintain student status to keep the internship.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(sits, takes over mouse)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Gimme the nipple.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie reads his name and MAJOR off the screen --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Earth Science? I don't even like that subject.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie eyes his lesson: Eye of the Taiga: Fun with Biomes.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You liked it in high school.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>That's because Miss Lashay had a killer rack and an appreciation for sensitive blondes.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(hushed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The education I received in that class wasn't exactly school board approved. I don't know the first thing about biomes--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Exactly. They won't quiz you on your major because they expect it's your area of expertise. Google asks about what you don't know. They won't kick the tires and realize you're vacant on the subject.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe scrolls quickly but Ollie STOPS the cursor to see -- Joe McMahon. Major: Business/Sales.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm a talker. I need to dazzle. Hide your vacancy; let me dazzle.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MOUNTAIN VIEW, CA - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>At a curb, Joe and Ollie emerge from an airport taxi. Tons of buildings surround them. Joe spies a TALL ASIAN KID striding by, his head buried in an Android phone.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Hey, Linsanity, which one is it?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>LINSANITY looks up, confused.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Google. Which building?</dialogue>
    <character>LINSANITY</character>
    <dialogue>All of them.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Linsanity continues along. Awed, our guys take in -- THE GOOGLEPLEX - CONTINUOUS Manicured green rolling hills to infinity dotted with cool, modern buildings and every leisure amenity imaginable (beach volleyball court, water slide). People zipping around on colorful Google dirt bikes. Statues of giant desserts. Meeting circles on the lawn. A Prius drives by with NO DRIVER and NOBODY INSIDE. \[this is a real thing -- the Google Driverless Car prototype\]. ATRIUM - MOMENTS LATER Our guys walk into Oz. A massive replica SPACESHIP hangs above. An employee SLIDES down a swirling metal slide and walks off, never looking up from his Droid. A WOMAN walks by with a dog on a leash.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Welcome to the future, Ollie.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I wouldn't be surprised if that dog could talk.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Interns sign in at a desk. Joe spots what would be the nicest ESPRESSO BAR you've been to, only it's right in the middle of all this.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'll grab us coffees, you check us in?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>AT THE ESPRESSO BAR - MOMENTS LATER Joe pulls out his wallet to pay for the beverages.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>How much I owe you?</dialogue>
    <character>BARISTA</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>What is this, a promotion? It's something with pomegranates in it, isn't it? If it's free there's always pomegranates.</dialogue>
    <character>BARISTA</character>
    <dialogue>No, sir. It's not a promotion.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(gets it)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Free coffee. Genius. Keep your employees awake. Just the basics, though, right? Not the good stuff. Nothing that ends in 'ccino?</dialogue>
    <character>BARISTA</character>
    <dialogue>Everything here is free, sir.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Off Joe's piqued interest -- WITH OLLIE - SAME Their registrations in hand, he gazes up at the spaceship above. A female employee strides past --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It's DANA, the woman who was critical of their interview. She's curt. Was in a rush and he's interrupted --</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>Yes?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Do you know what launch this was from?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Ah. That's too bad.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>If only there were some kind of webpage you could go to. Where you could type things in and search for answers.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He smiles, smitten.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(offers his hand)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ollie Creamer. Intern.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>Dana Simms. Late.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She marches off. He watches with interest as she goes.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>It's free.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie spins to find an elated Joe carrying a tray of SIX COFFEES and another with bagels, muffins, a donut, a crueller, a bearclaw, a scone and a banana.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>All the food here is free. There's 27 cafes. I got you a banana.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(motivational)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What day is today?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The day we regain our dignity as men.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Off their determined look, SMASH TO --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MEETING HALL - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie each wear a multicolored BEANIE with a PROPELLER on top. They read: "Noogler" \[we're not making this up\]. Two 40-year-old men within a sea of 20-year-old INTERNS. This Benneton-ad-diverse group of kids socialize. Many seem to already know each other. Joe nods to random kids --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Whatup? Sweet backpack.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>BACKPACK GUY does a double take at the sight of them, confused.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(self-conscious)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>When did 20 start to look like 12?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Ollie, we have the upper hand here. These kids've never been in a work environment before. They've been in an ivory tower protesting sweatshops and listening to Dave Matthews. It's advantage us.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A NERVOUS KID talks on his cell, twitchy, as if his mom may at any moment reach through the phone and beat him with a stick --</scene_description>
    <character>NERVOUS KID</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, mother. I'm visualizing success and then I will actualize it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A tiny INDIAN GIRL gabs with the kid directly beside Joe and Ollie --</scene_description>
    <character>INDIAN GIRL</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: Joe and Ollie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Are those your dads? They say same- sex partners make excellent parents. I so wish my parents were gay.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Before Joe can respond, BUFFERING (the guy who stood up for our guys in the interview discussion) taps a microphone, addressing the group from a stage --</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Welcome, Nooglers!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The interns come to attention. Buffering stands within a semicircle of VERTICAL 62" FLATSCREENS.</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Behind me is the GoogleEarth Ring. It was the idea of a former intern.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The monitors come to life. An awesome tableau of the entire planet engulfs him.</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>You've joined us here from 75 colleges all over the globe. So, as an opening exercise, we like to see where some of you came from. You, in the green. What's your address?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The KID he's called on doesn't even look up from his mobile device --</scene_description>
    <character>KID</character>
    <dialogue>58 East Pine. Aurora, Colorado.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Buffering types and we ZOOM IN, through snowy mountains and buildings (it's really cool) to eventually find his home in perfect detail. The crowd applauds.</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, next let's--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another intern RAISES HIS HAND (even though Buffering's not looking for volunteers). Hip glasses, perfectly tailored nerd look, intense. This is GRAHAM HAWTREY (Daniel Radcliffe). Buffering rolls his eyes but points to the kid --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>12 Brompton Road. London SW3.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>We Google-zoom to discover the Hawtrey family's opulent home.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>It's one hundred percent eco- friendly, LEED certified.</dialogue>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Wonderful. Aaaand you...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Buffering points to Joe, who's just taken a bite of bialy --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(forces a swallow)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>465 and a half Euclid. Cleveland, Ohio. The Forest City.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>We ZOOM in on non-foresty Cleveland to find Joe's unremarkable townhouse and, on the front door, the bright yellow FORECLOSURE sign. Graham SNICKERS. The entire room's focus is now uncomfortably on Joe --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Actually...that's not...</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>He just bought it from the bank.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Got it for peanuts. Gonna flip it. Flip it like an omelette.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Buffering clicks off the Ring.</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>What's the next GoogleEarth Ring? What bit of inspiration will come out of this room? You've all been assigned into teams to work on a project which demonstrates your Googliness. Perhaps you'll create a new product. Or maybe you'll be the fresh set of eyes that catches something we've been missing. Unfortunately, at summer's end, only about ten percent of you will be converted into full-time Googlers.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(raises his hand)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So the projects are scored and we're ranked?</dialogue>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Google ranks search results, not people. If you're here you're already among the best of the best. What we're after is intangible. Your goal is to show us why we should value you. Not just with the project but in every moment.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Buffering's words register with Joe and Ollie. This really is their shot.</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Now, the moment for something really exciting--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>(hushed, hopeful)</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>(hushed, hopeful)</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Go-Karts... Make your own sundaes...</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Your computers.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Interns CHEER wildly. Joe and Ollie share a look.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TECH STOP HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie are queued up outside COMPUTER NIRVANA. A group of super-nerdy GOOGLERS walk out, all with the same look: shorts, black socks and sandals. Their presence causes a stir in line. The COMPUTER GUY (former dungeon master, impatient) calls out from behind the Tech Stop desk to our guys --</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Next.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>But Joe is distracted by the black sock brigade. Turns to the KID next to him, curious --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Who're they?</dialogue>
    <character>KID</character>
    <dialogue>The Enge. Top engineers. Basically the rock stars of Google. Try not to make eye contact.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Computer Guy angrily TYPES away at his keys. Joe's flip-phone CHIMES in his pocket. He checks it to find a text which reads: "NEXT!" Turns to the impatiently waiting Computer Guy.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>How did you--?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Computer Guy holds up a silver MACBOOK for Joe --</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>This is not your terminal. This is Google's terminal.</dialogue>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>At the end of your internship you will return it and all the code on this hard drive will be erased. Do you understand?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Of course. But my friend Ollie here would love to know what exactly you mean by terminal.</dialogue>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Next.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I believe I actually already have a terminal. So maybe you could just Googify it--?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie removes his old laptop from his shoulder bag. Computer Guy's eyes grow wide.</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Holy frak, is that a Compaq Presario Elite?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I think that's right. I got it with Diners Club points.</dialogue>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Abramov!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another TECH GUY looks up.</scene_description>
    <character>ABRAMOV</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck me in the ass, is that a Compaq Presario Elite?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Abramov is there within two seconds. They spin it around, checking it out from every angle --</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>I've never actually seen one in person.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie's pleasantly surprised by their reaction --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>A real beaut, huh? The old gal's been good to me.</dialogue>
    <character>ABRAMOV</character>
    <dialogue>This is worst laptop ever made.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The nipple does stick a little--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The guys CRACK THE THING OPEN. Start digging through the wires, pulling stuff out.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay. I would like that back at some point. There's a video on there that I made with a ladyfriend. Consensual. Tasteful.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. PHOTO ID LINE - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ollie sits on a little stool. Smiles simply. FLASH!</scene_description>
    <character>JOE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Go again.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe leans over the back of the COMPUTER PHOTOGRAPHER. The line is long and the guy's not pleased.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Joe, I'm sure it's--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>This is for your permanent badge. You gotta make a statement. Now give me more vulnerable.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(Ollie tries this)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Good. Okay, let's try sexy. Tickle my balls with your eyes. C'mon. Eye- diddle me.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(another look)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Let's put that aside for a moment but don't throw it away. Put it in a back pocket. Now I want you to reach through the lens with your soul. Reach.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm reaching!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>FLASH! INSERT: Ollie's ID. He's giving an inappropriately sexy over-the-shoulder come-hither look.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie (now piled with additional swag like typical freshmen -- google sweatshirt, backpack) are seated with a smaller group of interns. MR. CHETTY stands before them. He's the sweater-vest guy who harshly dismissed their interview video. A Pakistani Nick Offerman --</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>My name is Mr. Chetty. I am in charge of human resources. If you pay attention to this presentation you will not have to interact with me again for the rest of the summer, which will make both of us very happy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He triggers a PowerPoint slide that reads "Shades of Gray" --</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>Appropriate office behavior can be a difficult thing for young people to grasp, particularly in a nontraditional workspace like Google. Hence, Shades of Gray. I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I'd like you to raise the green placard for yes and the red placard for no. Firstly, "Having a beer with your boss"?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>RED placards all around. And two enthusiastic GREENS from Joe and Ollie. Chetty eyes them warily.</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>This is unacceptable, as most of you are under 21.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A young-looking KID beside our guys is disappointed.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(whispers)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We'll hook you up, okay? Anything you want. Bartles & James. Zimas. The things that turn whipped cream into happy gas. Spread it around.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(off Ollie's look)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Making friends.</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>"Dating a fellow intern"?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Again, all RED and our guys GREEN. They slowly lower them. Chetty stares daggers at our guys. Then...</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>It's unacceptable. You're here for a short while and should focus on your work.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie raises his hand --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What about dating a full-time employee? Say management level but not a direct supervisor? Great eyes. And a severity to her look that's surprisingly sexy.</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>That is a very red paddle.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>This time Joe eyes Ollie.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Got it. Just touching all the bases.</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>Next. Here at Google, you're never more than 150 feet from sustenance. But what about "Taking snacks from the microkitchen home"...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>All RED again. And our guys both GREEN. Annoyed, Chetty walks over to our duo. Speaks slowly and right at them --</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>The food at the GooglePlex is for while you're at the GooglePlex. Next, "Office Language..."</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. SHITTIEST APARTMENT BUILDING IN NORTHERN CA - THAT NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The sound of the Mac ERROR NOISE over and over again.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOE AND OLLIE'S APARTMENT - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe sits on a ratty thrift-store couch, his MacBook open on his lap. He keeps clicking a button, to no avail.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(calls off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ollie, where are you?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie's in the kitchen around a corner, mere inches away. It's the tiniest shoebox of a studio apartment you've ever seen.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm in the second foyer.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie swings open a mini-fridge. It's completely stocked with stuff that obviously came from a Google microkitchen. Takes a yogurt and pads over to Joe --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Joe, I think they were pretty clear on the food deal.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It was nebulous. The whole seminar was called Shades of Grey.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Look, we're on a budget here.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie sits beside Joe, sinking into a huge HOLE in the couch.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I hadn't noticed.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Ollie, you know real estate's all about location. The Google shuttle stop's only two blocks away.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(looks out window)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And we can cash our checks right across the street.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Again, the Mac ERROR NOISE. Joe smacks his laptop --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You little bitch!</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie leans in to see an error message: "Mailer-Daemon: Delivery failed."</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Who's the mailer demon?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>He's a tiny fucker I can't get out of here and I'm gonna exorcise his ass if he's not careful.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(shakes his head)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I can't help but think we may have bitten off a bit more than we can chew here.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe slams the laptop shut.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Relax, okay? We don't have to chew this alone. Tomorrow we get our group, right? Their strengths will compliment our weaknesses. Like how I do for you.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. STREET CORNER - THE NEXT MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie stand in front of Julio's Check Cashing y Authentic Mexican Cuisine wearing their new Google sweatshirts and backpacks. They may as well be two kids waiting for the bus on the first day of school. A passing car HONKS at them. Ollie waves. The DUDE driving gives them the finger. Finally, a massive DOUBLE-DECKER CHARTER BUS pulls up to the curb. Its door opens with a hiss. The FEMALE DRIVER eyes them warily.</scene_description>
    <character>FEMALE DRIVER</character>
    <dialogue>City bus is on Maple.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Appreciate that info but we're actually Nooglers...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(reads her nametag)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Shonda.</dialogue>
    <character>FEMALE DRIVER</character>
    <dialogue>Badges?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Our guys display their IDs. Ollie's features that SEXY PIN-UP PIC. Shonda gives him a look as they climb aboard --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>I/E. GOOGLE SHUTTLE - CONTINUOUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A pimped-out ride filled with a SEA OF GOOGLERS, the glow of their laptops bouncing off their faces, all of them typing away. Joe and Ollie make their way down the aisle --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Top of the morning.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>'Mornin'.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Googlers all have headphones in. Nobody glances up.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Alright. Party bus.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Everyone, there's a bomb on board and it'll go off if you type below fifty words a minute.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No response. Joe and Ollie sit -- the freshmen that are completely ignored.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>"Wheels on the Bus"?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to the serious CODER beside him)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You wanna kick it off or should I?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. GOOGLEPLEX - BALLFIELD - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Buffering addresses the intern group. Behind him stand a series of colorful striped poles with large hoops atop them. He wears a WIZARD HAT.</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>We thought the Quidditch Grounds would be the perfect place for you all to be sorted into your project groups. Don't worry, none of you will get Slytherin.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The interns LAUGH. Our guys have no idea what's funny. Joe LAUGHS extra big. Elbows the kid beside him --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Slytherman. Love it.</dialogue>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Your Team Managers are flying into the arena as we speak...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A bunch of Google EMPLOYEES join them, each holding a broomstick between his/her legs. Ollie spots Dana, hopeful she'll be their manager. But she approaches another kid. The employees all round up their groups. The feeling for the interns not unlike being picked for teams in gym. There's a lot of familiarity and happiness. "I recruited you at CalTech." "You're Sandeep's brother!" A Manager approaches Graham Hawtrey for his group. Graham lights up --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>I found your work on the Coase Theorem inspired.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Left alone, our guys are the geeks who don't know anybody in this world.</scene_description>
    <character>MALE VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Joe and Ollie?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They turn to see a GAWKY GUY who looks all of 16. Southern. Pathologically pleasant.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Hey. Are you on our team?</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm Lyle, your Manager.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus, how old are you?</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>23, but I'm an old soul. I love classic rock. Especially Pearl Jam.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie share a look.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Nice.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Takin' it way back.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Are you two silly-billies ready to meet the rest of the gang?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It would be an honor, Lyle.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Lyle leads them to an odd assortment of interns.</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>This is Yo-Yo Chang.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>YO-YO (20) is the nervous kid we saw on the phone dealing with his Tiger Mom before orientation.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Like Yo-Yo Ma.</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>I was named after him.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The guy makes beautiful music.</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>It was more that he attended Juilliard at the age of 9 before then graduating from Harvard. Mom wanted to set the bar.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>That can't have been a fun childhood.</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>And here we have--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>NEHA (21) is the tiny Indian girl who mistook Joe and Ollie for two gay dads. An adorkably ditzy genius who doesn't shut up. Think a young Mindy Kaling with zero filter --</scene_description>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>Neha Patel. How much fun is this, right? Some people thought it was weird to have the old guys on their team but I was like, "no, I have a lot to learn from their regrets."</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(hopeful)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Have either of you had an STD?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>There's a key differentiation between STD and STI--</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>And, finally, this is Stuart.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>STUART (19) is the kid from the GoogleEarth Ring who didn't look up from his mobile. And now is no different, as he types furiously with both thumbs on a Samsung Galaxy --</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>'Sup.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>His eyes never leave the screen. This kid lives in Digital World. Joe tries to lean into his eyeline --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Hey there, Stuart. Sweet mini- terminal.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Buffering retakes the floor --</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, now that you're all set we have a little tradition: The Intern Scavenger Hunt.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(passing out sheets)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>First group to finish all the clues gets sweet Google bike shirts.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Buffering holds up a tight, uncomfortable-looking Tour-de- France-type JERSEY.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(to team)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>This is optional, right? So while these guys dick around with their race, why don't we get a jump on the big project? Start innovating.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Hmm. The scavenger hunt is less a race and more of a way for you to get to know the funnest things on campus. The menus at the different cafes. The hot tubs. The steam--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(likes sound of that)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You can't rush innovation. Gotta let it steep. No weak tea.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE DANCE STUDIO - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Our team approach a door, Joe reading the clue sheet --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>"Videotape one minute of yourself participating in dance class."</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie reads the CLASS LISTING on the wall --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>"Dancing for Parties and Clubs". That's something you need a class for?</dialogue>
    <character>ALL</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. / Absolutely. / So desperately you can't imagine.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham and his team (including Linsanity and a CHUBBY KID) speed-walk down the hall, taking this way too seriously. Chubby kid struggles to keep up.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>This isn't the Marines, Zach. We will leave you behind.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Zach quickens his pace. Graham throws open the studio door --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, hey, we're actually doing this one now--</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Our team's inside first so we go first. Check the rules, Gramps.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe doesn't really care about the scavenger hunt but he doesn't appreciate that dig.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Check your 'tude, Junior. We were clearly here--</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you two are used to special treatment.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me?</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Well, you know, since you were affirmative-actioned in here. While the rest of us worked our asses off.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You don't know how hard we worked.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>No, but I know that Andrew here got a 4.0 at Princeton last semester. While designing the code for a startup. And traveling to Sudan as part of a microfinance initiative in water filtration. And as far as our group goes he's actually below average.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Andrew (Linsanity) hangs his head in shame.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Joe and Ollie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're here because in a world of excellence, "old and unexceptional" counts as diversity. So, you know what? Go ahead. Do your dance. We'll just win a little more slowly.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No, please. You go. You're a special child and you need to get your special t-shirt.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(laughs)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>T-shirt. We're being judged every moment we're here. And Google likes people who go the extra mile. Winners.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Well that's too bad for you, son. 'Cause we're gonna scavenge hunt the shit out of you motherfuckers.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Joe, office language--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It's a shade of grey, Lyle!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(as Graham heads in)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Your ass is going down.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>THE SCAVENGER HUNT IS ON! \* Clue: "Win One Point Against a Google Employee". At the PING PONG table, Joe confidently serves to...a Chinese OLYMPIC CHAMPION. The ball gets slammed right back at him, bouncing hard and PELTING him in the forehead. It happens point after point, DRILLING Joe all over his body. All our guys try. Stuart doesn't look up from his cell during his point. Joe's up to serve again. Accidentally DROPS THE BALL and looks for it under the table. The Champion also dips his head below to search when Joe QUICKLY SERVES -- he had the ball all along. Joe drops to his knees and throws his paddle in the air like he's just won Wimbledon. \* Clue: "Eat One Item From All 27 Cafes". Intercut quick beats of our guys eating. Joe constructs odd combinations to save time, like rolling sushi into a burrito. M&Ms on pizza. Ollie dunks bread in lemonade (ala Kobayashi at the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest). \* Clue: "Videotape 1 Minute of Dance Class". Intercut iPhone footage of the hip-hop routine. An attractive female INSTRUCTOR leads. The kids are truly horrible dancers. Lyle makes the worst overbitey dance face ever. Yo-Yo looks like he's doing morning calisthenics at a factory. Ollie is surprisingly good but only knows moves circa 1987 (The Roger Rabbit, The Kid 'n Play). \* Clue: "Photograph a Team Member Getting a Massage". Joe gets a rubdown. Stuart snaps a phone photo and they all rush out. Joe doesn't move, too blissful. The team tries to drag him off. \* Our crew huddles around the clue list --</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>Graham's gChat says they've got one clue left. Same as us.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>They're nothing like us. Because inside us beat the hearts of champions. Now let's do this!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(reads lame clue after that impassioned plea)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>"Take a dive to find the gift card. It'll be a ball."</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Dive. Something with water...</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>There's the current pools?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* At the POOLS. Two small rectangles. Our team arrives first!</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It must be at the bottom!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe holds his nose and DIVES in. Surges to the bottom. Feels around. Resurfaces, breathless --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I don't see anything.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He tries again. No luck.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>We need more eyes on this. Everybody in. Marco!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>But our team all look over Joe's head to Graham and company, who smugly amble by --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Hey, Old Man River? Found this at the bottom of the ball pit.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He holds up a first place ribbon.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(an angry realization)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>"It'll be a ball."</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe smacks the surface.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Graham)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're lucky I'm in here.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe SWIMS to get out, but it's a CURRENT POOL, the water pushing him backwards so that he's stuck in place. Ollie crouches by the ladder on the other side --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Swim to me, Papa.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I can't!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(fiercely paddling)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The current's too strong!</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Just hang on, big man!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie DIVES in. He reaches Joe, cradles him, but struggles as well against the same current.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(winded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I've got you, Skipper.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(coughs)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So weak.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The two of them thrash about, almost drowning in the world's smallest pool. Lyle finally turns off the current, making them look that much more ridiculous.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. GOOGLEPLEX - THE NEXT DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Two driverless cars pass each other on the road.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MICROKITCHEN - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie grab some food and head off. We follow in an Aaron Sorkin-ian WALK & TALK --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Joe, I'm-- to say I'm concerned would go too far but I have a concern.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Look, I'm sorry you're stuck sleeping on the couch, but you know I need the bed. My back's been like this since wrestling in high school.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It was backyard wrestling. Let's be clear about that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Mere feet away they reach ANOTHER MICROKITCHEN, stock up on more items, and continue along, neither mentioning it in any way.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>And my concern is the team, Joe. They were supposed to make up for our weaknesses but I'm sensing more of an additional weakness vibe.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A THIRD MICROKITCHEN. More food. Joe switches out a coffee cake he's already taken a bite out of for a cinnabon.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>That was in a scavenging setting. They were like caged beasts. Now we get to see them in their natural habitat.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Lyle's glass-walled office is surrounded by a cluster of desks -- our group's workspace. The entire crew is gathered around a glass dry-erase board. The kids all have MacBooks open in front of them.</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>At Google we don't believe in giving our interns assignments. You all get to come up with the idea for your big project yourselves.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <parenthetical>(doesn't look up from laptop)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Four intern groups have already decided on their project concept and begun engineering.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Yo-Yo PULLS OUT an eyebrow hair, winces at the pain.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(gently)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yo, Yo-Yo. What's the deal with the impromptu manscaping?</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>I was punishing myself for the failure to complete this task first.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Man, these kids are intense. Lyle passes out THUMB DRIVES --</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Extra code. Our Enge guys create so much data that we actually don't have enough employees to sift through it all. So I thought we might scan for gems. Could lead to inspiration for your concept.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The kids pop in the thumb drives and begin SCANNING LINES AND LINES OF CODE. It's impressive but kinda robotic. Joe and Ollie watch, feeling left out.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Alright. Finding inspiration.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stuart's attention travels from his laptop to his mobile and back, never breaking stride. Joe sees this. A beat, then --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(smacks the table)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay, I got a concept. Everywhere you go these days people are taking photos with their phones, right? But then the pictures just sit there. What if there was a thing where as you took them you could instantaneously share the photos with all your friends?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>A picture says a thousand words.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <parenthetical>(gently)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That's a great idea, guys.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>It's called Instagram. One of the most popular apps in the world.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stuart spins his phone, still blocking his face, to show Joe and Ollie Instagram. Quickly spins it back and keeps typing.</scene_description>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>It's also a function of the Google products Picasa, Picnik and Google+, not to mention Facebook and Twitter.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(beat, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Clearly some serious interest in this arena. That's a good thing.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It's just a first thought. We'll get there. This team's still gelling. A bunch of offseason moves. Lots of new pieces on the roster.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Is that a sports metaphor? Because if so I'm in no way going to be able follow.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm just saying we've gotta make the individual parts come together as one.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>Like Voltron.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What's a Voltron?</dialogue>
    <character>ALL</character>
    <dialogue>Defender of the Universe. / A giant robot. / Consisting of five robot lions.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Interesting. But why would a robot man be made out of robot lions?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Forget the robots. What I'm trying to say is we were runner-ups yesterday, let's hold our heads up high.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Yo-Yo yanks out another hair.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Was that for not finishing first?</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>That was to remind myself of the embarrassment of our defeat.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(holds up piece of paper)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>For not finishing first, I wrote myself a letter of admonishment.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What did your parents do to you?</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>My mother instilled a healthy drive for perfection. Failure to attain full Google employment is not an option.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe rises, pacing behind the kids --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Tiger Mom's right. It's not an option. But we need to think big...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: lines of code)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>...not inside some little box--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>BLOOP! An IM POPS UP on Neha's screen.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>What's that?</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(reads the IM she's just written)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>"Tall one talks more but says less".</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>That's rather insightful.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Sonofabitch, you guys're all talking to each other.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>Everyone in this building is in constant communication. The four of us have a chat group.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Like The View. I want in. Let the tall one in the chat room. I'll be your Star Jones.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Sure...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Lyle goes to add them, Joe and Ollie eye his computer. He's got the company directory open to MARIELENA THE DANCE INSTRUCTOR'S PAGE. She looks stunning in her photo.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Lyle, you salty dog!</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Are you hot for teacher? Because I have a wealth of knowledge on the subject.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Hot? Homeboy's chatting her up right now.</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>No, I'm not.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(quickly shuts her window)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That's just GoogleWho. The internal directory. You can look up anyone on here. See --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Lyle brings up Ollie's page...featuring his ridiculous ID photo.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(reads Neha's IM)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>"Nolan Bushnell Talk at Lunch?" Who's Nolan Bushnell?</dialogue>
    <character>ALL</character>
    <dialogue>Created Atari. / Pong. / The godfather of gaming.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay. I loved Atari. I begged my pop for one and he wanted to get me a Speak-n'-Spell but five-year-olds want Space Invaders, right? Nolan Bushmell knew that. We should jump- start our innovation not through digits but via lessons from a master innovator. I've got goosebumps.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DINING HALL - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A huge swath of the company is gathered. NOLAN BUSHNELL (69, beard, long-winded) hunches over a podium, a huge screen behind him.</scene_description>
    <character>NOLAN BUSHNELL</character>
    <dialogue>...which is when the Sysygy Company became Atari. Our next hour will cover the formation years. 1972- 1978. But first let's pause for questions.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe raises his hand --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, what happened when you got a perfect score in Kaboom? Because my friend claimed all the colors changed but we never got there.</dialogue>
    <character>NOLAN BUSHNELL</character>
    <dialogue>I...I'd have to look it up and get back to you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The WHOLE CROWD (an all work/no play bunch) turns to see who asked such a frivolous question. Joe nods, gives a little wave. Ollie has his MacBook open to GoogleWho. Searches for "Dana Simms". Smiles at her over-serious photo. In the front row, Graham rises --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Graham Hawtrey, intern. As an avid player of the strategy game Go, I wondered if there was a link to the naming of the company...?</dialogue>
    <character>NOLAN BUSHNELL</character>
    <dialogue>Indeed. The term "Atari" in Go is akin to "Check" in chess. I found that suitably aggressive.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(moving on)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Where was I?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe types in gChat: you were boring us to death. Joe CLICKS to send. BLOOP! The message pops up on our team's screens. They chuckle. Stuart IMs him back with a THUMBS UP ICON -- not bad. Joe smiles, proud of the approval.</scene_description>
    <character>NOLAN BUSHNELL</character>
    <dialogue>Ah, yes. 1972. January. I had just switched from Pascal to BASIC--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>BLOOP! Joe's message pops up on a screen of a random employee in the row in front of them. BLOOP! BLOOP! Two more. Then ten. Then thirty. A MURMUR. People look around.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(hushed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What'd you do?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(hushed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I hit "Send to All". To all of our group.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <parenthetical>(hushed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That's "Send to Group." You sent it to all the people in the company.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe quickly shuts his laptop, hoping to stay anonymous. BLOOP! The IM (from JoeM69@aol.com) pops up on the massive screen right behind Nolan Bushnell.</scene_description>
    <character>NOLAN BUSHNELL</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, JoeM69. Care to explain yourself? Who are you?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe hides his face. Graham quickly TYPES something and Joe's GoogleWho PHOTO pops up on the screen.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CHETTY'S OFFICE - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe sits across from Chetty, who looks over Joe's file, not pleased --</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>You're telling me a man with rudimentary coding ability doesn't know how to use gChat?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Coding ability?</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: file)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Under Computer Skills you wrote "C++".</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>That's actually a C+. That I got in computer class. Well, it was more typing than anything. The quick brown fox--</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>This is your first wicket.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry?</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>In cricket, you get a certain number of wickets before you're dismissed by the bowler. It's a sports metaphor. Do you understand?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Not entirely but that's inconsequential because there won't be any more wickets on my end, okay?</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>Get out. I don't want to see you in my office again.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(rises)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Not under these circumstances. But I feel like there's a bond here now and once I've redeemed myself I'll return and we'll be close. Probably not father/son close but maybe like a nephew/uncle thing. Throw the cricket around.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Off Chetty's pained expression --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GOOGLEPLEX - HONEY STATION - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A spread of fresh bread, cheese and honey. A sign reads: "From our own cows and bees." Ollie sits at a table, laptop open. He's going through the complex code...</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(sotto)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay, so the indent is white space...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He actually understands something. Surprises himself. Checks his watch --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>3:59...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie shuts the computer and hustles across the way precisely as a meeting empties out of a nearby CONFERENCE ROOM. Ollie "accidentally" bumps into Dana --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, hey. Dana, right?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She keeps walking. He keeps pace.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>Seventeen times.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>You clicked on my GoogleWho profile seventeen times.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You can see that? That's weird. I've been having some computer issues. Lot of refreshing.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>And you checked my public calendar to know I'd be here.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Not true. A friend did that. I didn't even know it was an option.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She stops and picks up her DRY CLEANING from the Google Cleaners \[really exists\] --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You get your dry cleaning done here?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>It's very convenient for people who actually work hard for a living.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You do work hard. It's impressive. I mean, staying at the office 'til 3am everyday...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(off her look)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Also on your calendar.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>Look, I'm sure you're quite popular with the coeds at the University of Phoenix but--</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: the two of them)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>--this? Isn't gonna happen.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What? No. I was merely reaching out as an intern. We're encouraged to approach as many Googlers as possible to enhance our experience.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(knows he's full of shit)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh. Excellent. Then why don't you sit in on this meetup? We're discussing B2C Linux hosting.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She holds open a door for him. Off his forced smile --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HEALTH CLUB HALLWAY - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe pads past a GYM. Equinox quality. Graham and his team pedal on 5 exercise bikes arranged in a circle, their laptops open before them. They proudly wear their scavenger-hunt winning swag: cycling spandex in the Google colors. It's a SPIN-MEETING \[I swear this actually happens\]. Graham calls out to Joe --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(doesn't stop pedaling)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Nice move, Spassky!</dialogue>
    <character>LINSANITY</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks to you, all interns are banned from the speaker series.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>One of the keys to this experience was to glean knowledge from our elders. I guess now all we're left with in that department is you.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Hm? Sorry, I was distracted by the spandex. I think I can see the little man in the canoe.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Very amusing. You know, we're not just cycling here. We're coding. On our project. I had the idea three years ago. We're already almost done.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(pointed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How's yours coming along?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You know, it's funny, at first I thought it might just be the English accent, but no, you really are a tremendous asshole.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe strides away --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>What are you going to do, Joe?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(stops)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Right now I was thinking a deep tissue from May Lin, followed by a few Z's in the nap pod. What's it to you?</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>I mean at the end of the summer. When this ridiculous farce of an internship has ended, and you don't get offered a job for which you're pathetically unqualified, and you're forced to return to a foreclosed condo and dead-end life, haunted by the knowledge that your time has passed?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham's words strike a nerve. Joe, for once, is silent. Continues off...</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Alone with his thoughts, Joe passes a dark, cave-like office filled with rows of workstations. Seems to be empty.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. COMPUTER ROOM - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe collapses in a chair. Lets his head hang back. Loudly EXHALES. Hears something. Distant typing. Looks over to find, in the corner, an ENGINEER (he was the head of the black-sock pack we glimpsed earlier). He types faster than seems humanly possible. Huge shell HEADPHONES cover his ears. His eyes never leave the screen.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Sorry. I didn't think anybody was in here.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(no response)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You can't hear me, can you, Headphones? Probably don't even know I'm here.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(Headphones just keeps typing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Probably wouldn't make a difference if I did. You're a rock star and I'm just an old man with a green badge.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I used to be really good at something, too, you know?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Enjoy it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe looks at the screen in front of him. Open to that blank Google search page...</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe pads up to find the group working. The kids all at their laptops scanning mountains of code. Ollie is with them, truly beginning to grasp it --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>So, that's your source right there...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe takes this in a moment, then --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I got a new concept idea--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>That's great, Joe. But I think we may already be onto something.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Yo-Yo found some unused code.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Could have exciting applications vis a vis encryption and security.</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>You're really getting the hang of this. And we all thought you were a total moron.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're too kind.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They get back into the code. Joe feels left out in the cold.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(small)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Awesome. I'm gonna grab some coffee. Everybody good?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No response. Joe nods, turns to go. Ollie glances up from the screen. Glimpses Joe heading off...</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. GOOGLEPLEX - FRONT DRIVEWAY - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe, his arms and pockets overflowing with smuggled free snacks (Ring Dings, Yodels, Devil Dogs, Funny Bones), hustles toward one of the driverless Priuses. Checks over his shoulder to make sure the coast is clear and hops in.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>I/E. DRIVERLESS PRIUS - CONTINUOUS</stage_direction>
    <character>WOMAN'S VOICE (OVER STEREO)</character>
    <dialogue>Welcome to Google Driverless Car Prototype. Destination, please?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>465 and a half Euclid. Cleveland, Ohio. The Forest City.</dialogue>
    <character>WOMAN'S VOICE (OVER STEREO)</character>
    <dialogue>En route. Please buckle--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The car moves slowly forward when -- THUNK! -- Ollie steps in the way. The car stops.</scene_description>
    <character>WOMAN'S VOICE (OVER STEREO)</character>
    <dialogue>Obstacle struck. Recalibrating.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie throws open the passenger door and throws himself in.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Where do you think you're going?</dialogue>
    <character>WOMAN'S VOICE (OVER STEREO)</character>
    <dialogue>465 and a half Euclid. Cleveland, Ohio.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The car continues down the road.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Are you kidding me? After one setback?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to car)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Building 43!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Prius lurches to a stop. Starts to turn around --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(to car)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cleveland, Ohio!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(the car continues)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You were right, Ollie. We've got nothing on these kids.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Because they're younger--?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Because they're better. Even at 20 we weren't half as good as these fuckers. Graham Hawtrey created an algorithm that helps teach math to inner city kids. I Googled it.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You know what? You're right. 20- year-old us wouldn't've stood a chance here. But 40-year-old us does. Because we've got experience. The confidence that comes with knowing you can look somebody in the eye and make some magic. Can anyone named Graham do that?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm just being realistic.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck that. I had a backup plan! And I gave it up! For you. To come here. And now you're gonna walk out on me because it's harder than you thought? Building 43!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The car SQUEALS to a stop.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>465 and a half--!</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Which was foreclosed upon, by the way. Building 43!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cleveland, Ohio! Building 43! The Prius swings violently back and forth as the two men shout directions. Eventually the computer becomes overwhelmed and a word appears on the screen: BUFFERING... Oh shit. Out of control, the Prius HOPS A CURB, heading straight for the ENORMOUS CUPCAKE STATUE.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DESSERT STATUE GARDEN - CONTINUOUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The car is totalled, the hood steaming, airbags deployed. Ollie tumbles out, woozy.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(pained)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That's gonna be another wicket.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe is splayed on the ground beside a giant sprinkle.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'll take the rap on this one.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Nah, I'll take it. The Kid's still got a shot.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Not without you.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(flumps to the ground)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Joe, you got us to the dance. You can't leave now.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe struggles to turn his head --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You think you're gonna turn me with a sports metaphor?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Because they're simple and they're American and they work. Like us.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(flumps to the ground)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now, what does a team do when they're struggling? Slow the bitch down. Institute their offense. Play their game.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Beat, then --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(a hint of a smile)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Scaramouche.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(he's got him)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Scarafuckingmouche.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>MUSIC: The fun part of Bohemian Rhapsody kicks in over -- INSTITUTING THEIR OFFENSE MONTAGE \* Team Lyle Bullpen. The team fleshes out their project idea for Joe, demonstrating on a computer --</scene_description>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>A password can be easily cracked via analyzing someone's personal details. For example, what's your password?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>One two three four five.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <parenthetical>(beat, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Right. So instead of a password, when a Google programmer needs to access some classified code, our product makes them answer a logic question.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>In place of the password, a difficult LOGIC PROBLEM appears.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>That seems a bit more secure.</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>Problem is, we only have four weeks to execute a great product. Coding, mobile, graphic design, all in 28 days.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(rises)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You guys make it sound like we're alone. There's 8000 Googlers right outside that door. First play in the book: Form bonds.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>From the VP to the secretary. Network with the people who can help you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Google Doodle Studio. A really cool design area, the walls covered in thousands of different artistic interpretations of the Google logo. Joe and Ollie follow an ARTSY GUY who's on his way out --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Anders Culp?</dialogue>
    <character>ANDERS</character>
    <dialogue>Yes?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Ollie and Joe, interns. We love what you do with the graphic design of the logo every day and were wondering if we could pick that Doodler brain over sushi?</dialogue>
    <character>ANDERS</character>
    <parenthetical>(surprised)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Interns don't usually--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>We're not your usual interns.</dialogue>
    <character>ANDERS</character>
    <dialogue>No, you're not.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I love sushi. In fact, the dining hall--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Has got nothing on Hama-Hama in Palo Alto. The blowfish will blow your dick off.</dialogue>
    <character>ANDERS</character>
    <dialogue>Alright.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They emerge from the building...</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Great. Mind if we take our bikes?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The three reach a BICYCLE RACK, where Joe and Ollie unlatch two of the free, bright-pink Google BIKES (they're small, like a miniature beach-cruiser).</scene_description>
    <character>ANDERS</character>
    <parenthetical>(impressed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No. I try to cycle everywhere.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Anders removes his helmet from his bag. So do our guys.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>As do we. I care about the</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>environment. (re: his body)</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And I care about this environment right here. The three of them pedal off. Joe's wobbly, way too big for the tiny bike. Shoves his way along with his feet. \* Google Game Room. Joe and Ollie play slot hockey.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Next play?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Know what you're selling. You remember how clueless we were when we started on beepers?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(nods)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So we learned from the experts. Doctors. Drug dealers.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I still keep in touch with 40 Ounce.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>We gotta learn everything there is to know about Google.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Exactly. GoogleWallet. GoogleMusic. GoogleTranslate...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Team Lyle Bullpen. The whole crew's gathered around a computer, Joe and Ollie observing. Yo-Yo demonstrates GoogleTranslate. Clicks the MIC button --</scene_description>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>Where is the train to Shanghai?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The product translates his sentence into Mandarin and SPEAKS it aloud.</scene_description>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>Wherever you are, you can speak to someone in their language.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>That's really useful.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe clicks the MIC button --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Where are the young boys with no hair on their body? My blonde friend must know.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The computer translates this, speaking it aloud in Chinese.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(clicks MIC)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How much money for my large friend's kidney? He is a sound sleeper.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Google Yoga Studio. Joe and Ollie are in SHOULDER STANDS beside a SALES EXEC, gaining knowledge --</scene_description>
    <character>SALES EXEC</character>
    <dialogue>...you can easily monetize a data access product by targeting the companies who most prize security.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Conference Room. A meeting in progress. A slide reads: B2C Linux Hosting. Ollie sits on the sidelines taking notes. Dana clocks this, a bit impressed that he's come on his own. Ollie raises his hand --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Why not use GNOME as the GUI \[gooey\] for Ubuntu?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Dana is stunned --</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>That's...actually a really good question. And leads me to my next slide. GNOME uses...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Tech-Stop. Computer Guy and Abramov examine Joe's MacBook --</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>We can repair it but we're backlogged. You'll get it back in four days.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I was thinking more like two hours.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe slides a first-generation iPod (which looks ancient now) onto the counter. Computer Guy and Abramov are geeked out at the sight. They reach for the old gadget hungrily when Joe stops them --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Ah ah ah. Before you get your hands on that...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: MacBook)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>...you're gonna have to get the demon out. I want this terminal spitting pea soup. Today.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Joe and Ollie's Apartment. Ollie cooks an impressive dinner using only stolen Google food. Joe sips a glass of wine while successfully using his now-working computer. He's joined Google+. Under "People You Might Know" he spies MEGAN (the girl who left him). Clicks on her profile. She seems happy. A bittersweet sight. \* Googleplex Outdoor Dining Area. A card with a weird DRAGON on it slaps down on a table.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Read 'em and weep, fellas.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Reveal Joe and Ollie are playing a Magic: The Gathering-esque card game with a nerdy group of GUYS. Everybody's having a great time.</scene_description>
    <character>NERDY GUY</character>
    <dialogue>That was a bold gambit.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You always double-down on dragons.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Now, what were you saying about the mobile applications of our product, Allen?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>At a table nearby, Graham plays Go (the Chinese board game he referenced to Nolan Bushnell) with his team, watching Joe and Ollie in a quiet rage.</scene_description>
    <character>LINSANITY</character>
    <parenthetical>(makes a move)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Atari.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>That's Allen Hoffman-Yang and the entire Android group! I've written him seven IMs requesting face-time and those mingers are his new best friends?</dialogue>
    <character>CHUBBY KID</character>
    <dialogue>Maybe he likes to have fun.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham slides Chubby Kid's well-apportioned food tray away from him.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>And maybe free meals was a bad idea for you, Zachary.</dialogue>
    <character>LINSANITY</character>
    <parenthetical>(Joe & Ollie are harmless)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Graham, the car crash was their second wicket.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>As long as they're here they could take our jobs.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Hack into their shit. Track their every move. That group is clearly brewing something big and I want to know what they're up to.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>SMASH TO --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The once-pristine space is now a wreck. Lots of wrappers and empty energy drinks. The kids appear worn out, in need of showers and a change of clothes. This is what coding looks like. Joe and Ollie sit in front of a laptop screen intently watching something, the other interns looking on over their shoulders.</scene_description>
    <character>VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>And I'll form the head!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>New angle reveals they're watching an anime VOLTRON CARTOON.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You better watch out, Lotor. He's gonna form the blazing sword.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Voltron doesn't choose violence but you can't</dialogue>
    <scene_description>negotiate with a Lotor.</scene_description>
    <character>VOICE (ON COMPUTER)</character>
    <dialogue>Form blazing sword!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Voltron forms his sword and lifts it, about to slice Lotor's ship in two, when Lyle's phone alarm CHIMES --</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Break's over. Back to it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The interns return to their stations and start CODING like automatons.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>C'mon, guys. You've been going like this for eight hours.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>Exactly. There's only two weeks left until the final presentation.</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>That's a thousand total work hours to accomplish what should be at least fifteen-hundred hours of coding.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(rises)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Anybody want a soda?</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>We don't allow caffeine inside my vessel. Or high fructose corn syrup. Or anything contained within an aluminum can.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay. So "we'll" get four sodas and an organic juice box for Marinovich over here.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's after eleven. Maybe you should call it a night soon?</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>Can't. We still haven't fully nailed the logic questioning mechanism.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Of course you haven't. Because creative solutions don't come when you're locked in a closet putting pressure on yourself. Benjamin Franklin didn't create electricity sitting at a dry-erase board; he got out in the rain and flew a fucking kite.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(rises)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now, Joe and I've been doing some research and we discovered a little known Googulation.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Turns out any employee can reserve a shuttle.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, for educational purposes.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Believe me, you guys have a shit- ton to learn.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Bright lights, big city.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. LITTLE SAIGON STREET - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A Google SHUTTLE pulls up to the curb. The door accordions open. Smoke and music pour out. Now it really is a party bus. In super-slo-mo, off step Joe (who slips a twenty to Shonda the driver), Ollie and the interns, dressed to the nines. They head into a magnificent HISTORIC THEATRE.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HISTORIC THEATRE - CONTINUOUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe smiles. Shock and awe on the kids' faces. The theatre has been transformed into a massive STRIP CLUB to end all strip clubs.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Welcome to the Silicone Valley.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A statuesque TOPLESS DANCER approaches --</scene_description>
    <character>TOPLESS DANCER</character>
    <dialogue>Show you to your table?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>STUART, buried in his phone as usual, doesn't notice.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Big world out there, my friend. Just three inches up.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie SLOWLY RAISES STUART'S CHIN. The woman's perfect breasts are exactly at eye level. We see Stu's entire face for the first time as it takes in the glory before him.</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>I have to Tweet this...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe swipes Stu's phone away.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It's living time, Stu. That goes for all of you, gentlemen. Neha, I apologize if any of this offends you but we felt the whole team should take part.</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>I'm into Hentai. This is nothing.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What's Hentai?</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>It's anime. Kinda like Voltron, only the women are penetrated by octopus tentacles.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A beat, then --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Maybe next three-minute break.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>AT A VIP TITANIUM BANQUETTE - MOMENTS LATER Our team sit, some DANCERS already draped over them. A WAITRESS delivers a tray of tequila shots.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: payment)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Papa Bear's got this one.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe fishes his PHONE from his pocket, open to GoogleWallet (a real product which lets you pay for things by scanning your mobile device).</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Type yourself an extra good tip, okay, Honey?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie hands everyone shots. Yo-Yo refuses --</scene_description>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>My mom says alcohol numbs the soul.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>When it's working right, absolutely.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yo-Yo, let me tell you a story about a friend of mine. Guy took guitar lessons when he was younger and the teacher said, "If you wind the string too tight it'll break, but if the string's too loose there won't be any music." Discipline's admirable but if you stay this wound-up you're gonna snap and be the guy sniping people at gas stations.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A Dancer strokes Yo-Yo's hair --</scene_description>
    <character>DANCER</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: Ollie's lesson)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That's really beautiful.</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <parenthetical>(swayed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>As far as string-tension goes, you're technically accurate.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then, knowing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>This "friend"...he's you, right?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Actually, it's the Buddha. But we share a lot in common.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(raises his glass)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Let's get Noogly!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The crew TOASTS and THE PARTY BEGINS! \* Lapdances all around. Champagne flows. Joe and Ollie show the kids how to make it rain. \* Yo-Yo's one shot becomes two becomes four becomes body shots becomes a girl simultaneously pouring a bottle of vodka and a can of Redbull down his throat.</scene_description>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <parenthetical>(wasted)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Is that aluminum?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* An incredibly attractive Dancer sits on Neha's lap, fascinated --</scene_description>
    <character>DANCER</character>
    <dialogue>And then what happens?</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>The half-cat-half-woman removes her garters in front of the giant jellyfish...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Mid-lapdance, a Stripper takes off Stuart's glasses, hangs the bridge from her nipple, and swings them back and forth. Then returns them to his face.</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <parenthetical>(awed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I have nipple on my nose.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>No need for Instagram. That's with you forever.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Yo-Yo gets a lapdance when his eyes grow wide. SMASH TO: Yo-Yo in the bathroom, a wet blotch below his belt buckle. Ollie points the hand dryer at him supportively --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Happens all the time. Might wanna double-up on the underwear.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* Lyle is drunk but has yet to get a dance, super-shy. A Dancer leans over him --</scene_description>
    <character>DANCER</character>
    <dialogue>You want a dance, Sugar?</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm still deciding, thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>DJ (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Jade to the mainstage. Jade. Now please welcome...Saffron!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>On stage, a spotlight hits SAFFRON. She's bent at the waist, her back to us. She slowly rises, more impressive movement than anybody we've seen. She's not just a stripper; this woman can dance. As she turns and flips her hair, Lyle falls out of his seat. Joe and Ollie help him up --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>There we go. It's not a night until somebody's on the floor.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They follow Lyle's gaze to the dancer and we can see that she's MARIELENA (the hip-hop instructor from Google).</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Gutierrez?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Lyle covers Ollie's eyes.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Lo siento.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie can't help but try to look through his fingers. Mari slinks along the stage, crawling closer to our group. She makes eye contact with Lyle, recognizes him. He smiles weakly and waves. She's thrown.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. LITTLE SAIGON STREET - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Graham and his crew hop out of a taxi, all their heads buried in their mobile devices, tracking --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>What the hell are they doing here?</dialogue>
    <character>LINSANITY</character>
    <dialogue>Must be some kind of offsite.</dialogue>
    <character>ZACH</character>
    <dialogue>Stuart's last 4square check-in was somewhere right around--</dialogue>
    <character>FEMININE VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You boys need a date?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They look up to see a TRANNY HOOKER.</scene_description>
    <character>TRANNY HOOKER</character>
    <dialogue>Lemme taste your juice.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They are on the sketchiest block in the sketchiest neighborhood in the freakiest city in America. Scared shitless, they walk quickly. A GANG-BANGER with a teardrop tattoo makes out with a BEARISH DUDE.</scene_description>
    <character>BEARISH DUDE</character>
    <dialogue>Any of you cubs wanna come in the bear's den?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham shoves Linsanity toward Bearish Dude. Linsanity forces a smile as Graham uses the diversion to ensure his own escape.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. STRIP CLUB - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Mari gets offstage, a bit more covered up. Lyle hovers nearby. Hesitates. Joe and Ollie motion for him to make his move. Lyle girds himself and approaches her --</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Hi. You were really good up there. I didn't mean that in a sexual way. Not that it wasn't erotic.</dialogue>
    <character>MARIELENA</character>
    <dialogue>I'm so embarrassed.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Well, now we're even. Because dancing in front of you was one of the more embarrassing moments of my life.</dialogue>
    <character>MARIELENA</character>
    <parenthetical>(tries to place him)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No offense, but I get a lot of you guys in my classes.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>So you don't even remember? Which means we're not even.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Only one way to fix that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Lyle busts out the worst Running Man ever run. Mari stifles laughter, eases.</scene_description>
    <character>MARIELENA</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, yes. That is burned in my memory. You can stop now.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>I'll stop if you let me buy you a drink...?</dialogue>
    <character>MARIELENA</character>
    <parenthetical>(smiles)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I would love that.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>At those words, Lyle somehow is like five inches taller. Joe and Ollie look on, proud of their protege's success --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I gotta try that.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Maybe rock the Roger Rabbit.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The DJ halts the music --</scene_description>
    <character>DJ</character>
    <dialogue>Gentlemen, we've got some dirty girls out there tonight. What do you say we get them clean?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The crowd CHEERS.</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>What's that mean?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I have no idea, Stu, but all aboard the trolley train. This is Frisco. Titty Bar 2.0.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A whirring noise. From huge tubes hanging from the ceiling -- FOAM FILLS THE ROOM! Soap suds, continuously pumped in, creating the world's biggest bubble bath filled with beautiful clothesless women and a team of Google interns. QUICK SHOTS of our crew dancing in the foam with the girls. Our guys' clothes coming off. People sliding across the floor. Stuart finally points his phone in the other direction, taking photos of himself with as many women as possible. A Stripper applies glittery makeup to Neha. Yo-Yo makes out with a girl, his string fully loosened. We find Lyle and Marielena at the bar. It's going great.</scene_description>
    <character>MARIELENA</character>
    <dialogue>I love teaching but it doesn't cover my tuition, so I augment.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Lyle smiles when a DOUCHE interrupts, white powder around his nostrils --</scene_description>
    <character>DOUCHE</character>
    <dialogue>Can I get a dance?</dialogue>
    <character>MARIELENA</character>
    <dialogue>Sorry, not now.</dialogue>
    <character>DOUCHE</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Lyle)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Look, I've been waiting since she got off the stage, buddy. Nut up or move on.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie see the trouble brewing from across the way.</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <parenthetical>(not backing down)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The lady asked you to leave her alone.</dialogue>
    <character>DOUCHE</character>
    <dialogue>Sweetheart, I don't know who this loser thinks he is but I drop a ton of cash here, okay? I'm an exec at Yahoo--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie move in, backing up their boy --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Yahoo? What's that?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with that company.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(shows his badge)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I've got an idea. Why don't we just Google it.</dialogue>
    <character>DOUCHE</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck you pussies.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Outnumbered, the Douche turns away, incensed. Then spins back and DECKS Lyle.</scene_description>
    <character>MARIELENA</character>
    <dialogue>Lyle!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And with that, a sudsy NERD FIGHT is on. Google versus Yahoo. It's not pretty. Broken bottles. Joe clocks the Douche right on the chin. The fight escalates. TWO HUGE BOUNCERS rush in. One TASES a Yahooligan. Nobody wants any of that. Chaos as everybody scrambles. Joe tosses Neha over his shoulder...</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Back to the bus, Hentai!</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ALLEY - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Graham and company tiptoe along, hands shaking as they check their phones --</scene_description>
    <character>CHUBBY KID</character>
    <dialogue>This alley is paved with used condoms.</dialogue>
    <character>LINSANITY</character>
    <dialogue>Their signal ends right here...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>WHOMP! A door flies open and the YAHOO CREW stumble out, fleeing the scene --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me. Have you gents seen a group of Googlers?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Douche spots their green Google badges, grins.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>I/E. GOOGLE SHUTTLE - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Our team scramble aboard. Joe's last out the club door, shouting to the driver --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Wheels up, Shonda!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The bus rolls off. Joe LEAPS onto the moving vehicle's steps, just avoiding a Bouncer's reach. High fives all around.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(celebratory, breathless)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How great was--? You all needed--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He waves them off. Gonna need a second. The bus stops at a light at the corner. In the alley, we can see Graham and company running in terror. Stuart rises, patting his pockets desperately --</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>I left my phone in that girl's thigh-high. We have to go back! My whole life's in there!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stuart freaks out, jonesing for a fix. Joe grips Stu's shoulders, right in his face --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Your whole life's out here now, son. The blinders are off the gelding and the starting gates are open. Am I right?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe holds out his fist for a pound. Stuart nods his assent, knocking knuckles with Joe.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>My Noogler.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Lyle)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Looked like you and Saffron hit it off.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <parenthetical>(wasted)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm gonna text her that I love her. And that I want to make a deposit in her in-box.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You don't wanna do that. Trust me, you're drunk.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm fline.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You're not fline, watch: what's seventeen squared?</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>JOE</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Someone ask him a harder question. Yo-Yo...? Yo-Yo leans his head back on his seat, eyes closed.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You alright, buddy? You gonna puke?</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <parenthetical>(eyes still closed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I feel...great. It's like I was wearing one of those weighted vests. Like the ones that joggers use. And someone just...took it off. You guys know what that's like?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm not a big jogger.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(smiles)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I bet it's wonderful.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Neha sticks her head out that same window, WOOOOING in the night. Joe and Ollie share a look. It feels good to see these kids finally alive.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GOOGLEPLEX - TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - THE NEXT MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The whole team is near death, insanely hungover. Yo-Yo struggles to take a sip of Gatorade but gags.</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>The whole world looks like a giant pinwheel of death right now.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>The price of making memories, my friend.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie staggers to his feet --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Nap pod.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- and continues off. Lyle examines his phone. On screen some code-looking stuff ending in "fuuuuuuukkkkk uuuuuuu".</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>What is this?</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>Your attempt to solve a sample logic question from our project.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>We saved you from drunk texting.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks. You guys are good friends.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>At that, Joe sits up. A lightbulb moment --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>What if Google was your friend?</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Hmm?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>What if your Droid wouldn't let you text or email after 2am unless you'd correctly answered a question?</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>Google Goggles.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Not geeky coder encryption shit but questions regular people would be able to answer sober.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>Could go further. The navigation system in your car could ask you questions to prevent you from driving drunk.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Look at that. Started silly, now we're saving lives, people. We're Benny Franklin in a rainstorm right now. Let's fly some fucking kites!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe rises. Woozy, he stumbles back into his chair.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>In life fifteen minutes. Maybe get some breakfast first.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. NAP POD ROOM - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ollie tiptoes in. Settles into a pod, placing a cold blindfold over his eyes. Exhales a little too loudly. Shifts around. Clears his throat. All this noise awakens DANA, who lies in a pod nearby. She opens one eye. Sees that it's him, not pleased.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(points to sign)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>This is a "shhh" zone.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(happy to see her)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, hey. Sorry about that.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(a quiet moment, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You seem stressed. What's wrong?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>I'm pretty sure it's the combination of trying to take a nap and you.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>C'mon. Tell me what's bothering you?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(genuine)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I actually want to know. To be honest, it's a surprise to me.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(sits up)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm leaving.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No, wait. You were here. I'll go.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(about to get up)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>But before I do, I'll tell you why you're stressed.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she shakes her head)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's because you spend your whole life at the office. Admittedly, it's an office with dog runs and hovercars and nap pods which I'm sure are normally very relaxing, but it's still an office. And one day, maybe not tomorrow but soon, you're going to wake up and wonder what happened to the everything else part.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(rises)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Take it from the 40-year-old with nothing else.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He pads for the door, when --</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(in spite of herself)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I already feel that way.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He turns back, pleasantly surprised he's gotten through.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(this is hard for her)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ever since I turned 30, I can't go on Facebook because it's all babies. Old friends' kids getting food on their faces and wearing socks that look like tiny sneakers and they're so fucking adorable and I hate them.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(sits)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>They're the absolute worst.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>I want what those friends have. I want a little piece of "everything else". Only you're right -- my 20s was nothing but work. Which means I'm ten years behind. Those women already did their dozens of bad dates and the long-term relationship with that guy with the body hair shoulder-pads--</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(Ollie winces)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>--and then, finally, found the person to procreate with. And I'm--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Back at the beginning of something and that's scary.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She nods. Surprised he understands.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>God, it felt good to say that out loud.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(exhales)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yeah.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She shuts her eyes. He considers for a moment, then truly opens up --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>This has been hard for me, too. Starting over. But it's also been good. To know it's not too late to try new things.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Like video hangouts or an actual grown-up conversation with someone I'm attracted to.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It does feel good to say that out loud, huh?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He turns to her to see...she's asleep. Makes a little snoring noise. He sighs. A beat, then... She smiles --</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(eyes still closed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm just fucking with you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He throws a pillow at her. She throws one back.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Can I make a couple suggestions? One, you need to get the hell out of this building. And, two, I'm such a mountain of mistakes that a date with me will be like ten years of bad experience in one shot. So let me take you out to dinner.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>You realize that's a total red paddle.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>There's your first mistake right there.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Off her smile, we CUT TO -- AN IPOD snapped into a DOCK. A finger touches through the screens to bring up a PLAYLIST: get-psyched mix DIGITAL EDITION! MUSIC: A modern getting psyched selection, ie David Guetta.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Our crew is hard at work on their project. The interns type code. Joe and Ollie map out sales strategies. Yo-Yo's cell rings. It's "Mother". He considers, then clicks "IGNORE".</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HAMA-HAMA SUSHI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Our whole team is out for dinner with Anders the graphic designer.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm gonna let Red Lion here handle the face to face pitch.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stuart takes a deep breath. Lowers his phone. Looks Anders in the eye and begins --</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>What if Google was your friend?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe works on some sales figures. Clicks over to Google+ and sees MEGAN's online. Clicks on her profile. An IM pops up from her: Joe? He quickly closes out and slams his laptop shut.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GOOGLEPLEX - YOGA STUDIO - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie pitch their data to the SALES GUY, who's got his legs wrapped around his neck. He's impressed.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. SALSA CLUB - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Lyle and Marielena do the Cha-cha. He's actually not half bad.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Neha runs some code by one of the Magic: The Gathering guys that Joe and Ollie had laughing at the cafeteria.</scene_description>
    <character>MAGIC GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Impressive.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Are you free this Friday?</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>I'm looking for your respect as a coder, not a date.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(he feels bad)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And, yes, I'm free.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Do you have an STI?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HAMA-HAMA SUSHI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Anders nods along to Stu's pitch, drawing on his paper placemat. He's made a logo for "Google Goggles" with the two O's bridged together to look like glasses. Everyone loves it.</scene_description>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>Sake bombs!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Yo-Yo slams the table, causing a shot of sake to drop from a pair of chopsticks into his pint of beer. He tosses it back.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CHETTY'S OFFICE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Graham, a huge shiner on his left eye from the alley incident, sits opposite Chetty.</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <parenthetical>(reads email on-screen)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Stealing food. Supplying alcohol to minors.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Misuse of the company shuttle--</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>I spoke to the driver and she assured me they were at the science museum.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>I have photos of them at an exotic dance club.</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>Which you obtained how exactly, Mr. Hawtrey? An illegal hack would surely come to light in any investigation.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>The final project presentation's this Thursday. Do you honestly want these wankers wearing the Red Green Yellow and Blue?</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>You honestly believe those buffoons pose a risk?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(reads laptop screen)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I see you're slated to play them in the intramural league soon. Why not settle this like men, on the field of sport?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BALLFIELD - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>MUSIC: Dramatic NFL Films-style war march. Steam rises off the field. Our warriors march in...with broomsticks between their legs. Graham's team wears perfect matching Harry Potter striped outfits, goggles and capes. Our team dons a hodgepodge of mismatched workout junk.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Cliffs Notes the rules for us again?</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Right. The Beaters toss the Bludgers at the Chasers before they can get the Quaffle through the--</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Use your Muggle words.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>You have to peg them with the kickballs before they throw the volleyballs through the hoop and they're meanwhile trying to stop your volleyballs with their kickballs. And then the tennis ball--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(beat, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Maybe try the fancy words again.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Computer Guy (serving as ref) shouts --</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Brooms up!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>BOTH SIDES OF PLAYERS rush to the various balls. Each competitor holds a broom between their legs at all times, forcing them both to look ridiculous and to grab the balls with one hand. Joe and Ollie may be better athletes but they have a tenuous grasp on the rules...</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: kickball)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Should I take the Beater?</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>You're the Beater. That's the Bludger.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham easily scores a hoop. Then another. Dodges our guys' throws. Joe grabs a volleyball and attempts to score but gets beaned by a few Bludgers. Our boys are getting their asses handed to them. Graham dunks a ball, Joe falling to the turf.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>May as well throw in the Snitch. You boys are dead.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Time out! Are there time outs? Broom break!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Moments Later: A HUDDLE with our team.</scene_description>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>Graham's right. It's over.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(winded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hold on a second. Maybe the problem is we're too focused on scoring more points than them.</dialogue>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>That's how you win. I thought you guys knew sports.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(catching his breath)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We do, Lyle. Like the old Detroit Pistons -- this is back when you were all still in short pants chasing the Good Humor truck -- they couldn't outskill Michael Jordan's Bulls, right? So they out physical'd 'em. A Bull drove, they ended up on the hardwood. Laimbeer gave them a reason to think twice before coming into the paint next time down the court. You follow me?</dialogue>
    <character>ALL</character>
    <dialogue>Nope. / Not at all. / That's the Hanes guy, right? / The black man with the Hitler moustache?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Just follow our lead.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Moments Later: Gameplay resumes. Graham drives for a hoop. Joe grabs Graham's broom and yanks it into his balls, sending him flying into the hoop pole. Computer Guy lifts a --</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Yellow wand!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>That's a foul. Graham's going to feel that in the morning. Joe nods to his teammates, touching a finger to his nose as he heads to the PENALTY BOX. Quick Shots: Joe, Ollie, and four formerly passive geeks are the Bad Boys of intramural Quidditch. Leg sweeps. Cape pulls. Broom trips. Yo-Yo gives the "not-in-my-house" finger wag. The intimidation is working -- Chubby Kid has no interest in driving the lane. Tosses the ball over to the other side. Our team scores.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Chubby Kid)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Great tenacity, Augustus Gloop.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Computer Guy blows a whistle --</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Score's tied. Next Quaffle wins!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A final run to the balls. Graham is the only member of his team who refuses to stand down. Makes a final push alone, head to head with Joe --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Looks like we're not so dead after all. Turns out we were just chilling at a train station in wizard heaven and now we're back to finish your ass.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Never!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham grabs a volleyball and scrambles off. Joe and Ollie share a look -- that was dramatic. Joe wails a throw, connecting with a Bludger to Graham's head. Stuart snatches a volleyball, runs up to the opposing team's hoop (it's the height of a kids' basket) and DUNKS the ball, hanging on the rim. Our team mobs him, diving into a pile-on like a 16-Seed that just upset Kentucky. Graham slaps a pole. Hurts his hand.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BEACH SHACK RESTAURANT - SANTA CRUZ - DUSK</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A laid-back place with the most amazing view of Monterey Bay. Ollie and Dana share a table on the patio. He's a bit more put-together. She's finally out of her professional attire and looks great.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I have to say, I'm a little disappointed.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>You are?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He's got his phone open to HER CALENDAR...</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Well, I checked your calendar and you only allotted two hours for this before your DVBT meeting. I was hoping we might go longer.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>You'll be lucky if you make it to two.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Fair enough.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You look amazing. That dry cleaning really paid off.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(smiles, shakes her head)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I have to tell you something.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Alright, but go quick. Time's a wastin'.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>I didn't vote for you and Joe. To get into the internship program.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(swallows)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How come?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>I thought there were people who deserved it more. Kids with better track records.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>And now...?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>There are still people with better records than you.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>But I don't think they'd've made nearly as good a Googler.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He smiles.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOE AND OLLIE'S APARTMENT - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe sits on the couch, testing the project on his laptop. At ease now. No more error beeps. A different SOUND TRILLS.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>The hell is that?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe clicks over to see he's got a Google+ Meetup request. A beat, then...he clicks to accept. A window pops open with MEGAN in it.</scene_description>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <dialogue>Since when is Joe McMahon social networking?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I mostly got into it because I was having trouble juggling all the girls that came pouring my way after you left. This really helped organize the barrage.</dialogue>
    <character>MEGAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(hint of a smile)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Where are you?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>California. I moved with the world for once.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's intrigued.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DANA'S HOUSE - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ollie drops Dana at her front door. A taxi waits at the curb.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>That was terrible.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Really? Because I thought--</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>You were supposed to pack a decade of assholes into one night but you were totally fine.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm terribly sorry.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She smiles. Big moment. Does he try to come in? The old Ollie would have, but --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I should probably go. You've got that thing scheduled.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <parenthetical>(nods)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The DVBT meeting.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Right. Well, enjoy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He turns, padding down the walk to the cab.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>I hope I will.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(beat, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>By the way, should I know what that is? DVBT?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>You're an expert now. Guess.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Data...Video...Byte...Tracking?</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>Close.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He arrives at the taxi.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>Doing Very Bad Things.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Dana smiles. Ollie's eyebrow raises -- she optimistically scheduled him coming inside all along. He pays the CABBIE --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm good here, thanks.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He jumps back up the steps and kisses her.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. JOE AND OLLIE'S APARTMENT - THE NEXT MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>On top of the world, Ollie pads in with a gift box to find Joe already up and about.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>There he is. Not that I have to ask because of that shit-eating grin, but how did it go?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie pulls the RED PADDLE out of his pocket and holds it up.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>There's The Kid!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: present)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And she gives parting gifts.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's for you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Ollie hands Joe the gift. As Joe opens it --</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I didn't say anything but my rainy- day fund has a rainy-day fund. And I thought, today's the final project presentation, we're gonna need something to celebrate with after.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe lifts a bottle of OLD FITZGERALD from the box, touched.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>That's just for me and you, though, right? It's way too expensive for Yo-Yo to be yakking up on his iPhone.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>I/E. GOOGLE SHUTTLE (MOVING) - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie sit amidst the usual sea of Googlers on MacBooks.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>We good on the project? You check everything over last night?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Dotted the zeroes and crossed the ones. Thing's like a Swiss clock.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(smiles, sings)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Three cheers for the bus driver, the bus driver, the bus driver.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The whole shuttle of Googlers reply in the old schoolbus chant --</scene_description>
    <character>GOOGLERS</character>
    <dialogue>Three cheers for the bus driver who drove us today.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MEETING HALL - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>All the interns are gathered, Buffering before them.</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Good news, everybody. One of your projects will be presented tomorrow at your parting TGIF.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A hum through the crowd at that news. Lyle whispers to Joe and Ollie --</scene_description>
    <character>LYLE</character>
    <dialogue>Thank Google It's Friday.</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>The whole company's there.</dialogue>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, up first, Gurinder's Team.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham and company take the stage.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Several years ago, my father threw a dinner party at which a guest -- not to name drop but it was Totty Kembell.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(hushed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The Totty Kembell?</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Totty was particularly enamored with the wine. But father couldn't remember its provenance and that's when it occurred to me: what if one could take a photo of the bottle on their mobile and instantly know all the pertinent information: the tannins, the bouquet. It could even link their guests to a distributor at which they could order a few cases.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(hushed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Because everybody's always ordering a few cases of wine.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(hushed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You need to be pretty drunk to live with this kid.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham takes a photo of a wine bottle's label with his phone. On the big screen behind, we see how it links to a Napa vineyard's Chardonnay on sale at BevMo.com.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>...so we are able to use the breadth of ImageSearch in order to enhance user knowledge and facilitate purchases for our partners. Thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Very nice, Graham. Up next, Team Lyle.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Our guys take the stage. Joe and Ollie man the presentation on a laptop. Joe nods confidently to Stuart, who steps in front of the whole crowd. Real people, no iPhone. He clears his throat and nails it --</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>What if Google was your friend? And we all know friends don't let friends drive drunk.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The screen comes to life. A video of a wobbly Yo-Yo tumbling into a car's driver seat. He tries to start the ignition but can't. There's a TOUCHSCREEN on the dashboard. Up pops a question: What is 2 + 2? Joe and Ollie share a look. Something's gone wrong with the program. Try to fix it...</scene_description>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>It should be a tougher question, but--</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(under his breath, re: Joe and Ollie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That one might be tough for those two.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>Let's say it was more difficult and he got it wrong.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe types in the answer: 3. The TOUCHSCREEN speaks --</scene_description>
    <character>TOUCHSCREEN (V.O.)</character>
    <dialogue>Close enough. Hop in.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>That's not supposed to happen. The screen then turns to a series of ZEROES and ONES. Stuart -- and THE ENTIRE CROWD -- turn to Joe and Ollie. They desperately try to make the thing work but it's not happening. Neha and Yo-Yo try to help but it's a lost cause. This is a disaster.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It'll just be a second while we get the kinks out. Meantime, funny story. We were down in Louisville--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Churchill Downs!</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GOOGLEPLEX HALLWAY - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Our team is gathered outside the meeting hall, despondent.</scene_description>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>You had it last night. What did you do?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing, I swear. Look, relax, okay? We'll get it up and running and they'll give us another shot.</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>There are no other shots!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Yo-Yo turns and we see that his entire left eyebrow is gone, completely plucked out.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus--</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>His mother cut him off for his insolence. Refuses to pay for college anymore. He was counting on this job.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>We can fix this. Stuart, let's run the thing again--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stuart has his head once again buried in a device --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Stuart, look at me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stuart refuses. Just clicks away. Graham emerges from the Meeting Hall, flanked by Buffering and Chetty, who congratulate him and his team --</scene_description>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>Be ready. 9am tomorrow. Even top brass will be there.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>We won't disappoint you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The men continue on. Graham stops by our team as he goes --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>They told me to leave my next semester open. Tough break, gents. I hate to win this way.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I hate for you to win this way, too, asshole.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(to the kids)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You know, I really feel bad for you lot.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: Joe & Ollie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>For these two, this was a lark. But you all had real prospects. Shame these anchors dragged you down with them.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>That hits Joe and Ollie hardest of all. It's one thing to have fucked themselves, but to have ruined these kids lives...</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BEACH VOLLEYBALL COURT - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie sit with their feet in the sand, paper-bagged beers once again in hand.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The hamsters got off the wheel and into the wild. And what happened, Joe? What happens to a couple of hamsters in the jungle?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>We're not prey yet, Kid.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>We may as well be.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe tosses his beer, rises with his laptop --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>It's gonna work.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Joe, you can't--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe storms off, undaunted. Ollie watches him go.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. COMPUTER ROOM - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe sits at a terminal. Tries running their product program, over and over again. But it won't function. He just keeps trying.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ollie pads up to his desk to find Dana waiting for him.</scene_description>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>I heard what happened.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yup. Guess it's back to Cleveland.</dialogue>
    <character>DANA</character>
    <dialogue>Really? There's a lot of companies out here. I mean, I'm sure you could--</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Look, I know it would've been nice if I was the guy. It would've saved you the horror of bad dates and hair shoulders but I'm not him. I'm the first of those bad dates. The forty-year-old loser. Congrats, you knocked that one off your list.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He continues past her and starts packing. She nods. Turns and goes, disappointed.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. COMPUTER ROOM - SAME</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe still has no luck with the program. SMACKS the monitor.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck you!</dialogue>
    <character>HEADPHONES (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You were hacked.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe spins to see HEADPHONES standing right behind him, his headphones on as usual. Joe's spooked --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What do you mean I was hacked?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then, re: phones)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Wait, can you--? (hear me)</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Headphones removes his headphones. Puts them on Joe. Nothing comes through them.</scene_description>
    <character>HEADPHONES</character>
    <dialogue>I just don't like dealing with people.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: Joe's screen)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Someone ghosted in. Messed with your code.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe's furious. Knows exactly who it was. Headphones leans on the desk to read Joe's code --</scene_description>
    <character>HEADPHONES</character>
    <dialogue>This your idea?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(nods yes)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I know it's probably shit to you.</dialogue>
    <character>HEADPHONES</character>
    <dialogue>Code's definitely shit.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Headphones puts his headphones back on.</scene_description>
    <character>HEADPHONES</character>
    <dialogue>But people would connect with it. Real people. That's rare in this business.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He shuffles away. Doesn't turn back --</scene_description>
    <character>HEADPHONES</character>
    <dialogue>You never stopped being good at something.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe looks down. Sees, beside his keyboard, Headphones has left a THUMB DRIVE.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You fixed our project...?</dialogue>
    <character>HEADPHONES</character>
    <parenthetical>(shakes his head "no")</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Something better.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Make it connect.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Off Joe's look --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. TEAM LYLE BULLPEN - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The team is despondent as they pack their summer belongings. Ollie crosses to the sink with the bottle of OLD FITZ, unscrews the cap. He's about to pour the bourbon down the drain, when --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Put. The bottle. Down.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe's stormed in, defiant --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(to kids)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And what's going on here? You guys look like they just cancelled ComicCon. Is this what your buddy Voltron would do? Would he just give up?</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>Joe, forget it. There's no way we could repair the code before tomorrow.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah, I know. Graham hacked it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The collective mood snaps from grief to anger.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>The little lime-sucker sabotaged our asses.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>That Redcoat son of a bitch.</dialogue>
    <character>NEHA</character>
    <dialogue>I'll cut off his balls.</dialogue>
    <character>YO-YO</character>
    <dialogue>My mom could easily do it.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>No. We should hire a hobo to murder him. Untraceable.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Wow. That got dark quickly. Joe plows ahead --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Look, Graham was right about one thing. Me and Ollie did fuck this up for you guys. You didn't ask for a fight with that prick. We brought it to you.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(coming around)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>That is true.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(a nod to Ollie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And we can't let that stand.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then, momentous)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So two salesmen from Cleveland only have twelve hours to make this right. Logic dictates that's unachievable. But what that fucker Logic didn't count on is the best bunch of overachievers I've ever called my friends.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(going with it)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Purebred champions who cast all else aside in the pursuit of perfection.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Whose parents locked them in a dog crate if they got an A-minus.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The kids who missed the prom to stay home and program.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>I did watch the live webcast.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>If anyone can bounce back from this you guys can. I've seen what happens when you people unleash the lion inside you. But it's gonna take all of us, working as one.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(ala Voltron)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The arms. The legs. The head.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>And the blazing fucking sword. Are you with me?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Yo-Yo rises. One by one they join him.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>That's what I'm talking about! Now let's chop off some domes.</dialogue>
    <character>STUART</character>
    <dialogue>Wait, what are we doing?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe pulls out the THUMB DRIVE Headphones gave him and smiles. CUT TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DINING HALL - THE NEXT MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The ENTIRE COMPANY is gathered in the massive space for the TGIF meeting. A buttoned-down, corporate affair. The INTERNS all sit together, wearing their NOOGLER BEANIES for the last day of camp. Our guys are nowhere to be found. Graham is on stage. He scans the WINE BOTTLE, finishing up his presentation --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>...in order to facilitate purchases for our partners. Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>WHUMP! Joe, Ollie, and team BURST THROUGH the door. They've clearly been up all night, disheveled. All eyes are immediately on them.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Is this the company-wide meeting?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Team Lyle. Sorry we're late.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They make their way in, zigzagging through the packed house --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>TGI Fridays, right? I hear the Tuscan Spinach Dip is to die for.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Yo-Yo tosses back the last drops of a Redbull, then CRUSHES the can and tosses it hard on the ground -- he's totally tweaked. Ollie locates Dana in the crowd, mouthing "I'm sorry". She shakes her head but smiles, happy he didn't give up. In the back, Chetty types away at his iPhone. Buffering turns to him --</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Who're you emailing?</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <dialogue>The Board.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: Joe & Ollie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>To tell them these jerkholes were your idea.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Buffering's fucked.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Graham)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We apologize for the interruption. Please, go on.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham forces a smile, not going to lose it in front of his future higher ups --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>I was just about to take questions...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe emphatically raises his hand. He's the only one.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(reluctantly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Who is this for?</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie reach the front of the room.</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Your product. Reading wine labels. Who's it for?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Our guess is a small pool of affluent urban consumers much like the rather handsome crowd gathered here today.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing wrong with that. But we believe something with mass appeal would generate a fuckload more income for Google.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Joe and Ollie edge their way to the podium --</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>Should I stop them?</dialogue>
    <character>CHETTY</character>
    <parenthetical>(smiles as he types)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>God, no.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(finishes, clicks)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And...send.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>And with which product will you do that exactly? The one that blew up yesterday?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe grabs the mic, which feeds back. Takes the floor ala Gordon Gekko at the shareholder's meeting --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Graham's right. Our project was flawed. It set out to prevent people from making mistakes. And that's a fool's errand. Because we all know that everybody makes mistakes. Things they wish they could take back. Like sticking with the wrong career too long.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to random Googler)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Or that sweater.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(rests a hand on sweater guy's shoulder)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You deserve a second chance.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>We all wish we could hit Undo from time to time. It's something anybody could connect with.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe gives a little nod to Headphones. He stares ahead, headphones on, but we know he's hearing this. Ollie signals Yo-Yo, who mans the laptop. He clicks a button and a VIDEO PRESENTATION begins on the big screen behind them... \* A hot WAITRESS addresses camera --</scene_description>
    <character>WAITRESS</character>
    <dialogue>My dad's name is Tom. My boyfriend's name is Todd. I sexted this to my dad...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She holds up her iPhone. On it, a TOPLESS PHOTO in which she does the tongue-through-v-fingers gesture. \* An INSURANCE ADJUSTER in a suit addresses camera, reading from his phone --</scene_description>
    <character>INSURANCE ADJUSTER</character>
    <dialogue>An email to a coworker: I swear if Andrew wasn't the boss I'd knock that awful goatee right off his face. It's like his chin's a pair of old dude's balls. I hate him. Hate him. H A -- then about sixty T's -- E that fat fucking fuck.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(turns phone to camera)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>"Reply All".</dialogue>
    <scene_description>\* A TEENAGE KID sits at his laptop --</scene_description>
    <character>TEENAGE KID</character>
    <dialogue>I made this my profile picture...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He swivels the laptop to show us a shot of him smiling with a mangina (genitals tucked between his legs ala Buffalo Bill). \* Title appears with the LOGO for: GoogleUndo.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>If it hasn't been seen yet, why shouldn't you be able to undo an email or a text or a photo?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>And if you could, wouldn't you wanna use that email program?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(SLIDE onscreen: Gmail with Undo)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Or that phone?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(SLIDE: Android with Undo)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Or that social network?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(SLIDE: Google+ with Undo)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's simple. But it becomes a part of people's lives. It's the kind fo thing this place was founded--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham wrests control of the mic away from them --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>I think that's enough--</dialogue>
    <character>MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Let them finish.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>An employee has stood up in the crowd. It's Google co-founder LARRY PAGE. Co-founder SERGEY BRIN rises beside him --</scene_description>
    <character>SERGEY BRIN</character>
    <dialogue>We'd like to hear what they have to say.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham is chastened -- these men are gods to him.</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Absolutely, Mr. Brin. It's your company.</dialogue>
    <character>SERGEY BRIN</character>
    <dialogue>It's all of our company.</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <parenthetical>(small)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Right. That.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Joe retakes the floor, like he's talking to two old friends --</scene_description>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>All we're saying, guys, is that you can be in a bit of a bubble here.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>And it helps to remember basic stuff everybody can relate to. The word Google's in the dictionary for a reason.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Nobody's AltaVista'ing the</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>address of that pizza place.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Hey, who sings that song? Dunno, lemme AltaVista it. You guys aren't the search caboose. You're the search engine.</scene_description>
    <character>LARRY PAGE</character>
    <dialogue>Who approved these interns?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Buffering makes himself small. Chetty gleefully points him out. Buffering stands, reluctant --</scene_description>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <dialogue>I did, Larry.</dialogue>
    <character>LARRY PAGE</character>
    <parenthetical>(beat, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Great eyes. What they're talking about is what Google's meant to be.</dialogue>
    <character>BUFFERING</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Chetty, as he sits)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ooh, if only you had a way to undo that email. Bummer.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Chetty's eyes grow wide. He's the one who's fucked. Losing it, Graham rips out the mic --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Sir, with all due respect, these are not the people you think they are.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham quickly fidgets with his phone and PHOTOS appear on the big screen -- all from the debaucherous night at the strip club. Moments we haven't yet glimpsed: Stuart with a girl who's pulling a plastic glove onto her hand. Yo-Yo smoking a cored apple. Neha hanging upside down from a stripper pole. Joe and Ollie with their arms around the Bearish Guy. Lyle grinding with Mari...</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Their "mentor".</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(re: Marielena)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Our so-called dance instructor is really a stripper.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The predominantly-male crowd of geeks APPLAUDS Lyle.</scene_description>
    <character>COMPUTER GUY</character>
    <dialogue>Lucky bastard.</dialogue>
    <character>ABRAMOV</character>
    <dialogue>How come you never take me to foam night?</dialogue>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>Not to mention that their real project was a spectacular failure.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Larry and Sergey stride down to the podium.</scene_description>
    <character>LARRY PAGE</character>
    <dialogue>Exactly. And they didn't give up.</dialogue>
    <character>SERGEY BRIN</character>
    <dialogue>If we'd've stopped dreaming in that garage in Menlo Park fifteen years ago, none of us would be here today.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Larry puts his hand on Graham's shoulder --</scene_description>
    <character>LARRY PAGE</character>
    <dialogue>Your actions today have been very unGoogly.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham is crushed.</scene_description>
    <character>SERGEY BRIN</character>
    <parenthetical>(to our guys)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>This whole team is being converted.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(hushed, to Ollie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Is that a Jewish thing? I mean, obviously I'll do it if it means--</dialogue>
    <character>LARRY PAGE</character>
    <dialogue>You're all being made full-time Googlers.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Neha, Yo-Yo and Stuart celebrate. Ollie embraces Dana. Lyle kisses Mari passionately. Larry cocks his head at the strip club photos --</scene_description>
    <character>LARRY PAGE</character>
    <dialogue>Reminds me of Burning Man</dialogue>
    <character>SERGEY BRIN</character>
    <dialogue>'07. Talk about mistakes.</dialogue>
    <dialogue>Graham's head is about to explode when Joe and Ollie come over to "soothe" him --</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I really hate to win this way.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Correct me if I'm wrong, but in the game Go, I believe this is what's known as Atari-mate.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Motherfucker.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham spins away. Gets in Chubby Kid's face --</scene_description>
    <character>GRAHAM</character>
    <dialogue>This is your fault.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Graham continues off in a huff. Joe's phone CHIMES. He checks it to find a photo PHOTO of Graham, post-alley-fight beatdown, bawling as Bearish Guy cradles him motheringly. Joe turns to Chubby Kid, who smiles proudly --</scene_description>
    <character>CHUBBY KID</character>
    <dialogue>Send all.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A barely audible remix of We are the Champions takes us to --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DESSERT SCULPTURE GARDEN - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Joe and Ollie sit atop a giant ICE CREAM SANDWICH sculpture. Their get-psyched mix plays over an iPhone's speaker. Ollie pours two celebratory paper cups of OLD FITZ, hands one to Joe. They look out over the massive Googleplex. It's no longer quite so foreign; it's home.</scene_description>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What do you think?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(mouth full)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Tastes like victory.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(gulps)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Victory with a hint of charred oak.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(re: Google)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I mean about all this?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>I know.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I think we did it.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I never doubted we would. Not for a split second.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>That's all you did was doubt.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>A healthy dose of skepticism, perhaps, but deep down I had faith.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(smiles)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Of course you did. Because you knew you can't kill these dinosaurs. These brontasauris just evolved. Spouted huge bat wings and developed the ability to breathe fire. And now these lizard kings aren't just surviving, they're fucking dominating.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Ruling over all they survey.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <parenthetical>(a quiet beat, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So what's our first move?</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm thinking it's a classic triangle.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>Run the triangle on Larry and Sergei. Inner circle this shit.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Sergei's from Russia.</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You should learn Russian.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Why am I the one--?</dialogue>
    <character>JOE</character>
    <dialogue>You were great at Spanish in high school.</dialogue>
    <character>OLLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(wistful)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Alejandro.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>We pull up and over the rolling hills of Silicon Valley as their eternal pitch continues... q=Ü=É===b=å=Ç</scene_description>
  </scene>
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Summary: After salesmen Billy McMahon and Nick Campbell's employer goes out of business, Billy applies for Google internships for them both. They are accepted due to their unorthodox interview answers, despite a lack of relevant experience and not being of traditional collegiate age. They will spend the summer competing in teams against other interns in a variety of tasks, with only members of the winning team guaranteed jobs with Google. Billy and Nick's team is led by Lyle, who constantly tries to act hip to hide his insecurities, and its other members are seen as rejects: the smartphone-addicted Stuart, the tiger-parented Filipino Yo-Yo, and Indian American nerd-related kink enthusiast Neha. Although Stuart, Yo-Yo, and Neha find Billy and Nick useless in the initial tasks, Billy rallies the team in a comeback that unifies them in a game of quidditch. However, the team loses after an intern of the opposing team, Graham, cheats. When teams are tasked with developing an app, Billy and Nick convince their teammates to indulge in a wild night out, which includes going to a strip club. Lyle's drunken antics inspire them to create an app that guards against reckless phone usage while drunk, and win the task by earning the most downloads. Meanwhile, Nick has been flirting with an executive, Dana, with little success. When he begins attending technical presentations to impress her, he develops an interest in the material. Dana agrees to go on a date with Nick, and she invites him in at the end of the evening. While the teams prepare to staff the technical support hotline, Billy is offered technical information by an introvert named "Headphones", which helps him. However, the team loses because Billy fails to log his calls for review. Dejected, he leaves the Google campus and pursues a job selling mobility scooters. In the final task, which is a sales challenge, teams must sign the largest possible company to begin advertising with Google. Nick approaches Billy with an inspiring speech, encouraging him to return and help the team for the last challenge. Reinvigorated, Billy leads them to convince a local pizzeria owner how Google can help him interact with potential customers and thereby expand his business, while remaining true to his professional values. Chetty is about to announce that Graham's team has won, when Billy, Nick, and their team arrive to give a dynamic presentation about their new client. Chetty recognizes that although the pizzeria is not a large business, its potential is limitless because it is expanding via technology. Graham protests and is dressed down by Headphones, who turns out to be the head of Google Search. Nick and Billy's team win the challenge and the guaranteed jobs, while Graham is punched by an overweight member of his team who he has constantly bullied. As the students depart, Nick and Dana are still seeing each other, as are Lyle and Google's dance instructor Marielena. Stuart and Neha have formed a romantic connection as well with Stuart promising to see her in person rather than texting her, and Yo-Yo asserts himself to his mother.