EMERALD COOPER, 25, dressed in frock and bonnet carries a backpack with lights. She anxiously scans the area with a device that emits glowing particles.
CONNOR COOPER, 25, wears trousers, and a waistcoat. He works the door with an ionic wrench. CLICK. It opens. Connor winks and they step through.
The shimmering from their packs intensifies, reveals a cavernous space - racks of bourbon barrels. Connor gives off a low whistle.
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. CONNOR Cousin E, you have to try this!
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!
