Title: NFC CHAMPIONSHIP GAME, JANUARY 2023

EXT. PARKING LOT, LINCOLN FIELD, PHILADELPHIA — EVENING

Frenzied CHEERS! Braving the cold, six bundled up Eagles fans watch the game on a 13-inch TV, celebrating a touchdown. A tailgate tradition, they all shotgun cans of (crappy) beer…

The lone woman- KATE THOMPSON (30s), face painted green, wearing a ripped, bloodstained Eagles jacket- finishes first. She spikes the empty beer can like a football.

KATE: Un-fucking-defeated, bitches!

BURPS, then spies two ARAMARK employees in ski masks- one short, one tall- heading toward the stadium. Something’s off.

They’re led inside by a chubby, baby-faced security guard- his nametag reads JERRY. Kate watches them, suspicious…

Peels her eyes away and snags a beer out of a ratty cooler. Cracks it open- foam sprays on her Eagles jacket. She wipes it off, touching the jacket fondly. Memories wash over her.

KATE: Awright, let’s do a toast- to pop.

They all raise their beer cans. Belt out their dad’s creed:

THE TAILGATE CREW: Fuck the Cowboys!

Guzzle their brews. MIKEY (40s), Kate’s lanky, crass brother:

MIKEY (re: Cowboys): Fuckin’ losers. We’re sittin’ here, title game. They’re layin’ on some beach, gettin’ bottle service, hot chicks everywhere… hmph. Losers.

Goes back to watching the game on the shitty TV, shivering.

INT. BACK OFFICE, CONCESSION STAND — 10 MINUTES LATER

SHEILA RIDDICK (30s), a slender, Black vendor, stacks bags of money onto a cart. Streetwise on the surface, Sheila’s a hopeless romantic at heart.

She pushes the cart out of the back office, a look of pure dread on her face, like a P-O-W. Something’s wrong here.

Jerry and the two ARAMARK workers await her. A cop tramps by. Sheila wavers, hoping the cop stops- but he treks along…

SHORT ARAMARK GUY/EDDIE (under his breath): Trust me.

… Figuring she can’t back out now, Sheila flashes a flirty smile- these two know one another- and passes him the cart.

EXT. PARKING LOT, LINCOLN FIELD — 5 MINUTES LATER

The two guys push the cart towards a white ARAMARK van, past our tailgaters. Already suspicious, Kate studies them…

Notices details no one else would: the ARAMARK logo on the van is a decal, not paint. And the uniforms look official, but they’re replicas. These at not ARAMARK employees.

She bounds to her feet, clenching a beer can.

KATE: Hey! Stop right there- PPD!

The guys heave the cart into the van and hop inside… Kate, a Philly detective, dashes toward them as the van SPEEDS away-

SIDESWIPES a beefy man in a 49ers jacket. The tailgaters witness this. Stunned silence. Then, an explosion of CHEERS!

49ERS FAN (gasping): … Someone call 9-1-1…

The van BOLTS out of the lot, tires squealing. Hellbent on stopping them, Kate grasps her phone and dials as she darts past the wounded fan, splayed out on the pavement.

49ERS FAN: … Thank you…
DISPATCHER V.O.: Hey, Thompson! You at the game?
KATE (into phone, all business): Oh-300 in progress. White Aramark van heading south on Pattison.

Just then, the crowd ROARS. The entire stadium SHAKES.

DISPATCHER V.O.: Woo-hoo!!! Touchdown!!!

Kate gapes at the fleeing van, pained. Crushes her beer can. Plods back to her crew as the 49ers fan tries to stand up.

49ERS FAN: … Ya know, I-I think I’m okay…

Lying in her path, Kate steps on his groin, not breaking her stride. The fan SQUEALS, crashing back to the pavement.

KATE: Niners suck.

Philadelphia Inquirer headline: ‘WE WIN!!!’ On the bottom of the front page, in small print, ‘Lincoln Field Robbed’