Two older men (A and B), a larger one and a skinny one are standing in the doorway of the courthouse. One is wearing a black sweater, the other a yellow cardigan. they are talking and jiggling their keys.

A: That's what I told her.

B: (laughs and looks around)

A: Excuse my french, but it's true.

B: Right...

A: I mean - not in a bad way of course - but still. She is.

B: This isn't right.

A: You're just talkin'.

C and D, a young couple, enter the courthouse. "Excuse me" "Excuse us". C is a thinly veild hippy (male) and D is very well dressed (female). She is obviously a bit annoyed with him, but more interested in her hair. The older men watch as they pass, nod and let them through.

D: Why can't you ever just--

C: Come on...

They enter the courthouse.

A: Now that. That, my friend...

B: (VERY SUDDENLY) Seventeen.

A: (Taken back) Are you sure?

B: No doubt in my mind. Let's go.

A: You can't just--

B: Come on.

A: Seventeen?

B: Seventeen.

A: What about the last two?

B: Trust me.

A: Ass hole.

A follows B off. There is a silence broken by voices from inside the courthouse.

C: Stop messing with your hair.

D: Don't talk.

C: Whatever.

D: I'm counting.

C: Counting what?

D: Shhh...

A dog barks.

D: Fourteen.

C: Christ's sake.

D: It's our only choice.

C: Wasn't my idea.

D: SHHH.

Dog.

C: What's that?

D: Shhhh....

C: (too loud) TWENTY-SEVEN.

D ignores him.

C: THIRTY-TWO. This is stupid.

again.

C: SEVENTEEN!

D: NO! Not yet!

C: SEVENTEEN!

D: Don't!

C: SEVENTEEN!

D: NO!

A and B are revealed in hiding. they have a button.

A&B: Seventeen...

D: FIFTEEN!

Dog.

D: SIXTEEN!

EVERYTHING EXPLODES

A: Seventeen.

B just walks away, unimpressed.

A: Good work.

The End.

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