Sounds Like...

Let me set the scene for you…

INT. CAB – AFTERNOON

Rush hour New York City. A place where braking, right aways, and turn signals are unheard of.

O’Neill flings herself into the back seat trying to juggle her messenger bag, gym bag, coat, and cell phone.

O’NEILL

7^th and Houston please.

MUMBLES looks back over his shoulder and flashes a friendly, jack-o-lantern smile.

MUMBLES
House tree?

INNER O’NEILL
Houston we have a problem…

O’NEILL

Houston.

Mumbles vigorously shakes his head and then stomps on gas sending O’Neill tumbling across the backseat.

INNER O’NEILL
I don’t remember saying step on it…

A beat.

O’Neill gets her bearings, goes to reach for her earphones, and—

MUMBLES

So much bat trick. Bat trick. Bat trick.

A quizzical look sweeps across O’Neill’s face.

O’NEILL
Excuse me?

MUMBLES

Bat trick. So many bars. Many many bars.

INNER O’NEILL

Bars? Either he happens to be the spokes person for Betty Fords or is inventing a new language for the hell of it.

Mumbles stares at O’Neill in the rear view mirror eagerly awaiting a response.

O’NEILL

(unsure)

Yeah… So many….

MUMBLES

Such bad rye verts too. Very, very bad.

INNER O’NEILL

I’ll take indecipherable English for $500, Alex.

O’NEILL

(to herself)

Rye verts… Rye verts…

(pause)

Drivers!

MUMBLES

Yes! Rye verts.

O’NEILL

Yeah. New York’s known for them.

MUMBLES

So many back tis rents.

INNER O’NEILL

Ok, O’Neill, time to put your puzzle solving skills to use…

O’NEILL
Back… Acts… Acts tis… Accidents?

MUMBLES

Yes. So so many.

A beat.

Mumbles hangs a hard left, cuts across four lanes of traffic, and pulls up only millimeters from the curb.

MUMBLES

7^th and House tree.

O’Neill gathers her belongs and hands Mumbles a ten.

O’NEILL

Thanks.

INNER O’NEILL

Next time I’m bringing a translator.