Theta Artifact Repository

Arthur in white sequined jumpsuit, head against tinted window. Neon reflects off his face.

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Morty tightly clutches a scuffed leather briefcase, looking anxious.

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Arthur rolls his eyes, tired of Morty's pitch.

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The heavy black partition suddenly slides down with a loud CLACK.

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A terrified Thief in an orange ski mask points a silver revolver through the opening.

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Close-up on Morty squeaking and curling into a ball.

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Close-up on Arthur, blinking in pure, frozen disbelief.

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Wide shot showing the thief, and Beatrice sitting in the shadows clutching a bucket of coins.

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The thief, sweating through his mask, wrestles the steering wheel.

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Limo lurches violently. Beatrice's coin bucket tips, spilling silver coins across the floor.

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Arthur leans forward, attempting to project calm authority.

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The thief checks mirrors frantically, defensive.

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Thief points to the scuffed briefcase on the passenger seat.

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Morty staring at the partition, color draining from his face.

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The thief nods enthusiastically, sweating.

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Extreme close-up on Morty as he completely loses his mind.

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Thief pulls off mask, revealing young tear-stained face. Openly sobbing.

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Arthur looks at the thief with genuine sympathy. A warm bass note plays.

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Red and blue police lights begin violently strobing inside the dark limo.

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Beatrice points a commanding finger at the crying thief.

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She turns her fierce gaze to Arthur. "You're driving."

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Arthur in the driver's seat. Blinding police spotlight hits the side mirror.

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A heavy tactical flashlight beam cuts through the dark desert night.

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The State Trooper leans down, shining light onto Arthur's sequined jumpsuit.

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Arthur gives a smooth, perfect, charming smile, slipping into his Elvis persona.

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The Trooper sighs and turns off his flashlight.

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Police cruiser slowly pulls away, red taillights disappearing down the pitch-black highway.

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A long, heavy beat of silence in the dark. Arthur exhales a massive breath of relief.

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The thief wipes tears. Beatrice organizes coins. Morty breathes into a paper bag.

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Arthur reaches over and turns the analog radio dial. "Hound Dog" kicks in.

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Arthur looks into the rearview mirror with a genuine smile.

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Arthur drives, tapping fingers on the wheel, singing along to the music.

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The limo drives away down the desolate desert highway as the sun rises. Fade to black.

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