TOWN AT THE END OF TOMORROW
The Future Wants its Bourbon
FADE IN:
EXT. 1820 - BARDSTOWN RICKHOUSE - NIGHT
EMERALD COOPER, 25, dressed in frock and bonnet carries a metallic backpack with shimmering lights. She anxiously scans the area with a device that emits glowing particles.
CONNOR COOPER, 25, wears trousers, a waistcoat and a similiar backpack. He works the door with an ionic wrench.
CLICK. It opens. Connor winks and they step through.
INT. RICKHOUSE - NIGHT
The shimmering from their packs intensifies, reveals a cavernous space - endless racks of bourbon barrels.
Connor gives off a low whistle.
CONNOR
Holy Mother of Maker's...
9 years old. I don't believe it.
He grabs a wooden mallet and gives the barrel a single, experienced WHACK. The bung pops out. He dunks a whiskey thief through the hole and secures a sample.
Connor drizzles the golden bourbon into his mouth, some running down his chin. He closes his eyes in ecstasy.
CONNOR
Cousin E, you have to try this.
Emerald motions for them to get moving.
EMERALD
I'm sure it's great and I would love to, but we have to get these barrels out of here. The future is waiting on us and-
CONNOR
(interrupts, smiles)
The future wants its bourbon!
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