EXT. COURTYARD OF ENGLISH GARDENS APARTMENTS – DAY
FILBERT, a typical gray squirrel except for his unusually short
tail, walks away from an oak tree surrounded by bushes. He
hangs his head down. An air of dejection.
DARWIN, a gray squirrel with a bandaged left leg, approaches.
Filbert, you look worse than I do!
Huntley stole the three purple tulips
I was planning on giving Charisse
tonight. I’ll have to cancel our
You can’t do that!
Charisse’ll never go out with me now.
What have I got to offer her? No
flowers, a stubby tail . . .
Filbert thumps his exceptionally short tail on the ground.
And a fear of heights. What kind of
squirrel am I?
Darwin looks up.
BALCONY OF A THIRD-FLOOR APARTMENT
A terra cotta container holds a few purple tulips.
Looks back at Filbert.
I’d climb up there and get you some more,
but the last time I did that for you, it
didn’t end so well.
Darwin lifts his bandaged leg.
You’ll just have to climb up there
yourself, get some more tulips, and
give ‘em to Charisse before Huntley
Filbert shakes his head emphatically.
You know I’d never make it all the
way up there!
Darwin gets behind Filbert and pushes him toward the building.
For the love of Charisse, that’s
exactly what you’re going to do.
Com’n. They say love is blind, so
close your eyes, and I’ll talk you
through it from down here.
They reach the base of the apartment wall.
Filbert looks up, shakes his head.
With your eyes closed, you won’t even
realize you’re up that high.
Darwin tries to push Filbert up the wall.
I might not be able to see I’m up that
high, but I’ll know it.
Darwin puts his front paws on his chubby squirrel hips.