NO ONE'S POV:

(Y/N's in the ticket booth with a customer.)

(Y/N): Hello, welcome to the Starcourt movie theater. How many tickets today, sir?

Man: One.

(Y/N): One ticket for...?

Man: I don't know.

(Y/N): You...don't know?

Man: I'm stuck between two movies and I'm not sure which one to see first.

(Y/N): All right. The two movies are?

Man: Lifeforce and Day of the Dead?

(Y/N): Hm, of course they are. That's a good problem to have.

Man: I take it you've already seen them?

(Y/N): I have.

Man: Great! So, which one should I watch first?

(Y/N): That depends on you really. Which are you in the mood for, aliens or zombies?

Man: Either one I'd be watching a horror movie...

(Y/N): Yup.

Man: I still don't know.

(Y/N): [chuckles] Okay. Why don't you just do a double feature?

Man: Double feature?

(Y/N): Yeah, a double feature. It's when you watch two movies on the same day.

Man: Oh, that sounds nice.

(Y/N): Do you have anything planned for today?

Man: No. I'm free.

(Y/N): Well, there ya go! One ticket for Lifeforce and one ticket for Day of the Dead.

(He prints out the tickets & hands them to the man.)

Man: Thank you.

(Y/N): No problem. Have fun.

(The man walks in the movie theater, leaving Y/N.)

(Y/N): *pops fingers*

Dustin: Hey, (Y/N).

(Y/N): Is that Dustin Henderson?

(He hops out of the ticket booth, lifts Dustin up, & spins him around.)

Dustin: [laughs]

(He puts him down.)

(Y/N): How's my favorite pup doing?

Dustin: I'm good--I'm your favorite?

(Y/N): That is what I said.

Dustin: *smiles* I thought Max was your favorite?

(Y/N): Why? Because she's a redhead and I'm Irish?

Dustin: Yeah.

(Y/N): She's my second favorite.

Dustin: I'm going to tell her that.

(Y/N): I don't think she'll care but go ahead. How was camp?

Dustin: I'll tell you and Steve all about it. Let's go.

(He gestures to one of his coworkers to take his place in the ticket booth & then follows Dustin to Scoops Ahoy.)

Robin: Have a nice day.

(She hands two ice cream cones to some people.)

Woman: Thank you.

(Dustin & Y/N walk up to the counter.)

Dustin: Hi.

Robin: Hi.

Dustin: I'm Dustin.

Robin: I'm Robin. I see you've brought (Y/N) with you.

(Y/N): Hello.

Dustin: You two already know each other, fantastic. Pleasure to meet you. Uh, is--is he here?

Robin: Is who here?

(Y/N): You know.

(Imagine Y/N watching this with Robin.)

Robin: How many children are you two friends with?

Steve: [sighs]

Robin: Do you have a handshake with him, too?

(Y/N): Oh, no. Not yet.

Dustin: We're working on it.

Robin: Huh.

(Cut to the trio in a booth together while Dustin is eating ice cream.)

Steve: No, no. No way. Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No.

Dustin: Mm-hmm.

(Y/N): That's a pretty high bar.

Dustin: Brillant, too. And she doesn't even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth.

Steve: Wow. Yeah, that's great. We're proud of you, man.

(Y/N): We sure are. Up top.

(Dustin gives him a high five.)

Dustin: Ha.

Steve: That's ro--That's kinda romantic. That's like...Wow.

Dustin: Hm. So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?

Steve: Yeah. I mean, sure. It's not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.

Robin: Yeah, and how's that working out for you?

Steve: Ignore her.

Dustin: She seems cool.

(Y/N): Definitely.

Steve: She's definitely not. So, where are the other knuckleheads?

Dustin: They ditched me yesterday.

(Y/N): Ouch.

Steve: No.

Dustin: My first day back. Can you believe that shit?

Steve: Whoa. Seriously?

Dustin: I swear to God. Mm. They're gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don't get to share in my glory.

Steve: Glory? What glory?

(Y/N): You have glory?

Dustin: So, last night, we're trying to get in contact with Suzie...

Steve: Oh. Mm.

(Y/N): Go on.

Dustin: And, uh...

(He looks around Scoops Ahoy.)

Dustin: [whispers] I intercepted a secret Russian communication.

Steve: What?

(Y/N): Did you say something?

Dustin: [clicks tongue] Uh...[inhales deeply] [softly] I intercepted a secret Russian communication.

Steve: Just speak louder.

(Y/N): Or just normal volume--

Dustin: [loudly] I intercepted a secret Russian communication!

(Everyone in Scoops Ahoy looks at them.)

Steve: Jeez, shh. Yeah, okay, that's what I thought you said.

(Y/N): Same.

Steve: What--What does that mean?

Dustin: It means, Steve, (Y/N), we could be heroes. True American heroes. I mean, not you, (Y/N). Because you're Irish but still a hero.

Steve: Huh.

(Y/N): Works for me.

Dustin: Mm-hmm.

Steve: American heroes.

Dustin: Just think, you and (Y/N) could have all the ladies you want and more.

Steve & (Y/N): More?

Dustin: More.

Steve: We like more.

(Y/N): Who doesn't?

Dustin: Mm-hmm.

Steve: What's the catch?

Dustin: No catch, I just need your help. Both of you.

Steve: With what?

(Y/N): Hm?

(Dustin takes out a Russian to English, English to Russian dictionary.)

Dustin: Translation.

(Cut to Robin giving Erica ice cream samples.)

Erica: Can I try the peppermint stick?

Robin: Haven't you already tried the peppermint stick?

Erica: Yes, and I'd like to try it again.

Robin: Steve!

(Cut to Dustin, Steve, & Y/N trying to translate the Russian voice on the recording with a song playing.)

Dustin: So what do you think?

Steve: It sounded familiar.

Dustin: What?

Steve: The music. The music right at the end.

Dustin: Why are you listening to the music, Steve? Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian! And you, (Y/N)?

(Y/N): Yeah, all I'm getting is the music.

Dustin: Come on! I thought you said you spoke Russian.

(Y/N). No, I can speak four languages. Them being English, Werewolf, Polish, and Gaelic.

Steve: Gaelic?

(Y/N): That's what my language is called but nationally, it's called Irish.

Dustin: There aren't werewolves in Russia?

(Y/N): There are, but that doesn't mean I speak their language.

Dustin: You two are no help at all!

Steve: We're trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music--

(Robin barges in.)

Robin: All right, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there.

(She looks at Y/N.)

Robin: And you need to get back to your own job.

(She looks at her board to see her tallies gone & replaced with the Russian & English alphabets.)

Robin: Hey, my board. That was important data, shitbirds.

(Y/N): "Important."

Dustin: I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data.

Robin: Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?

Dustin: How does she know about the Russians?

Steve: I don't know.

Dustin: You told her about--

Steve: It wasn't me. (Y/N)?

(Y/N): I don't work here.

Robin: Hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything.

(Y/N): Thin walls.

Robin: No, it's because you three are extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a single word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do. Sound about right?

(She goes for the recorder but Steve snatches it away.)

Steve: Whoa! What do you think you're doing?

Robin: I wanna hear it.

Steve, (Y/N), & Dustin: Why?

Robin: 'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent in four languages, you know.

Dustin: Russian?

Robin: Ou-yay are-yay umb-day.

Steve: [laughs] Oh-ho-ho!

Dustin: Holy shit!

(Y/N): That was pig latin.

Robin: It was. I see you, (Y/N). But you two, you're dinguses.

Steve: Idiot.

Robin: But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me.

Steve: Uh...

Robin: Come on, it's your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don't even want credit. I'm just bored. (Y/N) can even stay.

(Y/N): Thanks...?

(Steve hands her the recorder & takes the ice cream scooper. She's now helping Dustin & Y/N translate.)

Robin: Wait, hit that last part, just one more time.

Dustin: Okay.

(He rewinds the recording & she listens to the voice.)

Robin: Okay, that word. Um...It's pronounced..."dly-nna-ya."

Dustin & (Y/N): "Dly-nna-ya..."

Robin: Which is spelled...D...D, D, D...[sighs]

(Dustin runs up to the board.)

Dustin: The--The chair. The chair-looking thingy.

Robin: Yeah, okay.

(As she's writing, Y/N stares at her. She walks over to the window to tell Steve as Y/N continues to stare at her.)

Robin: We've got our first sentence.

Steve: Oh, seriously?

Robin: Yeah. [in Russian accent] "The week is long."

Steve: Well, that's thrilling.

Robin: I know. But, progress.

(She closes the window.)

Robin: (Y/N).

(Y/N): What's up?

Robin: You gonna tell me why you've been staring at me this entire time or what?

(Y/N) Oh...no reason.

Robin: Right. You're welcome by the way.

(Y/N): For what?

Robin: For letting you stay.

(Y/N): [chuckles] Of course.

Hours Later

(The mall is closed as the quartet is still in Scoops Ahoy, reading the translation on the board.)

Robin, (Y/N), Dustin, & Steve: "The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west."

(They're now closing up.)

Steve: I mean, it just...it can't be right.

(Y/N): It could make more sense.

Robin: It's right.

Dustin: Honestly, I think it's great news.

Steve: How is this great news? [chuckles] I mean, so much for being American heroes. Or heroes in general.

(Y/N): I've lived here long enough so let's just consider myself a would-be American hero as well.

Steve: It's total nonsense.

Dustin: It's not nonsense. It's too specific. It's obviously code.

Steve: What do you mean, a code?

Dustin: Like a super secret spy code.

(Y/N): Like in the movies.

Steve: That's a total stretch.

Robin: I don't know, is it?

Steve: You're buying into this?

Robin: Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, "Fire the warhead at noon"?

(Y/N): That would be too easy.

Dustin: Exactly.

Robin: And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so..."The silver cat feeds." Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the true meaning of their message?

Dustin: Exactly.

Robin: Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?

Dustin: Exactly.

Robin: So I guess that confirms your suspicion.

Dustin: Evil Russians.

Robin: I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians.

Dustin: So how do we crack it?

Robin: Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges.

Dustin: A pattern. Right, like maybe "silver cat" is a meeting place?

Robin: Or a person.

Dustin: Or a weapon.

Robin: It's probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but...

(She looks back.)

Robin: Where's Steve and (Y/N)?

(They turn back to see them standing in front of a mechanical horse.)

Robin: Hey, guys. What are you doing?

Steve: Uh, it's a quarter. I need--Do you have a quarter?

(Y/N): I only carry cash.

Robin: [chuckles]

(They run over to them.)

Robin: Sure you're tall enough for that ride?

Dustin: I don't think you can eat that horse, (Y/N).

(Y/N): Shut up.

Steve: Quarter!

(She tosses him a quarter & he puts it in the machine to make the mechanical horse go & it plays a song.)

Robin: You need help getting up, little Stevie?

Steve: Shh!

Dustin: [chuckles]

Steve: Would you two just shut up and listen?

(They listen to the song playing.)

Dustin: Holy shit. The music. The music!

(He takes out the recorder & plays the same exact song.)

Robin: I don't understand.

Dustin: It's the exact same song on the recording.

Robin: Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.

Steve: "Indiana Flyer"? I don't...I don't think so. This code, it...didn't come from Russia.

(Y/N): [sighs] And that means...

Steve: It came from here.