Tales of RyCat &
The Bed Stuy Cats

SCENE 1 — INT. TUNNEL MOUTH, NOSTRAND AVE — NIGHT

Emergency lighting. Graffiti. Two MICE emerge from a wall seam: C-TRAIN (baseball hat, front and center) and STATIC (a half-step behind, where he always is). Above them, waiting: BANDIT and RYCAT.

C-TRAIN: Bobcats. Nostrand stop. They been watching the block two weeks.

SCENE 2 — INT. TUNNEL MOUTH — CONTINUOUS

Beat. Bandit studies the two of them — the one talking, and the one not.

BANDIT: Who worked that out?

C-TRAIN: I did. Static says nothing. Static looks at nothing. Static is very good at nothing.

SCENE 3 — INT. TUNNEL MOUTH — CONTINUOUS

Bandit's eyes slide past C-Train — and settle on Static. A long, quiet acknowledgment between the patriarch and the uncredited brain. C-Train, oblivious, adjusts his hat like a man accepting an award.

BUTTON

As the cats turn to go, Static gives Bandit one small nod. The walls heard it first. The walls always do.

VOICE NOTES

C-Train (Sam): fast, proud, hustler's bounce — genuinely believes his own credits. Bandit (Adam): "Who worked that out?" is gentle; he already knows the answer and is checking who'll claim it.

SCENE 1 — EXT. BED STUY BLOCK — DUSK

FLATBUSH FRANKIE — brown tabby, trench coat, old-school unhurried — comes up the avenue alone. The block notices. Nobody stops him. He and BANDIT meet at a doorway. No greeting. A nod that contains ten years.

They go inside. The door closes.

SCENE 2 — EXT. DOORWAY — TIME PASSING

We stay outside. The light in the transom window burns. Dusk goes to full dark. RYCAT and LOBSTER CAT hold the stoop across the street, watching a door do nothing for a very long time.

SCENE 3 — EXT. DOORWAY — LATE

The door opens. Frankie steps out, sets his hat. He and Bandit exchange one last look — settled, whatever it was. Frankie walks back the way he came. Bandit watches him the whole way.

RYCAT: What was that about?

BANDIT: Ten years ago.

RYCAT: ...And?

BANDIT: Ten years from now.

BUTTON

Bandit goes back inside. The door closes. We hold on it — the conversation we didn't get to hear, waiting behind it.

VOICE NOTES

Bandit (Adam): both answers land flat and final — he is not being cryptic for fun; he's carrying something. RyCat (Josh): the "...And?" is half a laugh that doesn't get to finish.

SCENE 1 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE ALLEY — NIGHT

Business as usual — until it isn't. The rhythm of the alley stutters. At the mouth of it, backlit, hood up: BUSHWICK. Black shorthair. No invitation. No entrance. She's simply THERE, like she's been there ten minutes and let them notice on her schedule.

SCENE 2 — EXT. ALLEY — CONTINUOUS

LOBSTER CAT straightens to full height. RYCAT doesn't move off the wall.

RYCAT: You want something?

BUSHWICK: Just looking.

LOBSTER CAT: (low) Nobody just looks. She looks anyway. Slow pan of her gaze across the whole operation — the crate, the corners, the exits — cataloguing. Then she turns and walks.

SCENE 3 — EXT. ALLEY — CONTINUOUS

Nobody moved her. Nobody could say why not. The alley exhales.

BUTTON

High above, in a dark window: BANDIT, watching her go.

BANDIT: (to himself) Waiting.

VOICE NOTES

Bushwick (Alice): "Just looking" is flat, unbothered, almost bored — the menace is that she isn't performing any. Bandit (Adam): "Waiting" is a diagnosis, not a worry — barely voiced.

SCENE 1 — EXT. STREET CORNER — DAY

SKITZ, energy drink in paw, ten minutes into a monologue. QUICK CUTS of the audience not listening: RyCat scrolling the block with his eyes, the Plug counting tins, Lobster Cat working through a sardine.

SKITZ: —so the pigeons flip the roost, which, fine, that's their culture — same week the bobcats stop scouting, and why would you stop scouting unless somebody inside's already drawing you the map — anyway, the pigeon thing—

SCENE 2 — EXT. CORNER — CONTINUOUS

Lobster Cat stops chewing. Mid-sardine. The frame goes very still around him.

LOBSTER CAT: Say that again.

SKITZ: The pigeon thing?

LOBSTER CAT: The other thing.

SCENE 3 — EXT. CORNER — CONTINUOUS

Skitz blinks. For the first time in series history, the corner is silent, and every face is pointed at the squirrel.

SKITZ: (quiet — a first) Oh. You heard that part.

BUTTON

Slow push on RyCat's face doing the math nobody wants done: *somebody inside.* Behind him, out of focus, the block goes on not knowing.

VOICE NOTES

Skitz (Jeremy): the monologue is one unbroken breath — bury the intel in the middle at full speed, no flag on it. His last line drops to half tempo; that drop IS the scare.

SCENE 1 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE ALLEY — NIGHT

The crew mid-meeting. The alley door opens without a knock. THE BRONX — American Bobtail, winter jacket, built like a verdict — crosses the room and sits. Nobody offered. Nobody objects.

SCENE 2 — EXT. ALLEY — CONTINUOUS

He looks at no one in particular. Then:

THE BRONX: They're not here for the corner. They're here for the block. (beat)

THE BRONX (CONT'D): They don't move till you're already split. (beat)

THE BRONX (CONT'D): And somebody's holding the door for them. He gets up. He leaves. The door swings shut behind him.

SCENE 3 — EXT. ALLEY — CONTINUOUS

Nobody speaks. HOLD IT. A drip from the fire escape. A train somewhere. The full weight of a minute, compressed — faces around the room, each one landing on the third thing.

BUTTON

RYCAT: Everybody heard the third thing, right? Nobody answers. That's the answer.

VOICE NOTES

The Bronx (Clyde): granite, zero inflection, equal weight on all three — he is not warning them, he is filing a report with the universe. RyCat (Josh): dry, almost casual — the joke that isn't one.

SCENE 1 — EXT. FIRE ESCAPE — MIDNIGHT

Nearly wordless. RYCAT on the iron, hood up, city skyline burning low. He isn't looking at the view. He's looking at the block — memorizing it the way you memorize a face before a long trip.

SCENE 2 — VARIOUS — BED STUY — CONTINUOUS

A quiet round of the neighborhood, one held frame each:

— BANDIT in his spot, eyes closed. Not asleep.

— LUNA at a rain-slick curb. Every cat walks around the puddle. Luna steps into it, slow, and stands there — her own kind of prayer. Nobody questions it.

— THE PLUG walking his corners, touching each crate once, like a captain touching the hull.

SCENE 3 — EXT. BED STUY WIDE — CONTINUOUS

Windows going dark one by one across the brownstones. The last light left burning is the bare bulb over the Myrtle Ave alley.

BUTTON

Back on RyCat. He exhales, watches it fog.

RYCAT: (barely audible) Tomorrow, then.

VOICE NOTES

RyCat (Josh): two words, more breath than voice — no dread, no bravado; an appointment being kept. Score and ambient sound carry this episode; protect the silence.

SCENE 1 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE — NIGHT

The BOBCATS come up the avenue in force — big, tufted, certain. They round into the alley mouth expecting empty ground.

The ground isn't empty.

SCENE 2 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE ALLEY — CONTINUOUS

WIDE: the whole crew, already in position. RYCAT front and center. BANDIT beside him. LOBSTER CAT filling a doorway. THE PLUG. LUNA. Behind the bobcats, a grate lifts — C-TRAIN and STATIC climb out. They were already there. They're always already there.

Across the street, WILLIAMSBURG clutches a vial to his chest, horrified.

WILLIAMSBURG: I literally just came to see my guy—

SCENE 3 — EXT. ALLEY — CONTINUOUS

The bobcats' lead takes one step — and SKITZ detonates a fire-escape avalanche of trash lids from above, howling something incomprehensible and triumphant. Chaos, exactly his brand. The bobcat line flinches. The crew's line doesn't.

BANDIT: You picked the wrong avenue. Beat. The bobcats read the math. The math is bad. They pull back into the dark they came from.

BUTTON

The crew holds the frame — nobody celebrates yet, nobody breaks the line.

RYCAT: This is our block. HOLD on all of them under the bare bulb. CUT TO BLACK.

VOICE NOTES

Bandit (Adam): quiet, final — the sentence closes a door. RyCat (Josh): not a shout; a fact, said mostly to the block itself. Williamsburg (Dave): pure oat-milk panic, comedy from sincerity.

SCENE 1 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE STOOP — DAWN

The morning after the fight. The crew is LOUD with victory — Skitz reenacting the trash-lid avalanche for the third time, Lobster Cat letting Luna balance a sardine on his head, the Plug pouring out nip like it's New Year's. Golden light. Earned joy.

SCENE 2 — EXT. STOOP — CONTINUOUS

BANDIT stands apart, red bow tie crooked from the night, and he is not celebrating. His eyes move along the stoop, head to head. Counting. RyCat. Lobster. Luna. The Plug. Skitz on the rail. The mice on the milk crate.

His count stops. Holds. On one step — third from the top — that is conspicuously empty. He does not say the number.

LOBSTER CAT: We won, old man. Smile.

BANDIT: The fence. (beat)

BANDIT (CONT'D): They knew about the fence. And when the tunnels ran empty.

SCENE 3 — EXT. STOOP — CONTINUOUS

Lobster Cat's grin fades one degree. Behind them the celebration rolls on, blurring soft — laughter with a wire in it now.

BUTTON

The crew whoops out of focus in the background. In the foreground, alone, Bandit turns and looks straight down the lens. Still counting.

VOICE NOTES

Bandit (Adam): arithmetic, not accusation — he's laying two facts side by side and letting them touch. Lobster Cat (Callum): warm, teasing, a big brother poking an elder; the warmth is what makes the turn land.

SCENE 1 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE ALLEY — NIGHT

THE PLUG under the bare bulb, staring at his shelf. Where the matatabi sticks from Flushing should be: bare wood and a clean rectangle in the dust. He straightens a lone tin like that fixes it.

THE PLUG: It's a hiccup. Flushing runs late sometimes. Nobody in the alley believes him. Including him.

SCENE 2 — INT. STEINWAY TUBE MOUTH — LATER

LOBSTER CAT at the tunnel entrance, C-TRAIN riding his shoulder. Lobster Cat works the wall with his nose — once, twice — and pulls back. Nothing. He checks the doorframe, the rail, the old marker stones. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

LOBSTER CAT: Late leaves a smell. This is clean.

SCENE 3 — INT. TUBE — CONTINUOUS

WIDE down the tunnel: fresh sweep-lines in the dust, broom-straight, receding into the dark toward Queens. Somebody scrubbed every scent marker off a route that took generations to lay.

C-TRAIN: (small, for once) They ain't coming for the corners no more.

BUTTON

HOLD on the swept tunnel — clean, quiet, endless. The war didn't end. It changed shape.

VOICE NOTES

The Plug (George): the swagger is intact but the sentence comes out half a beat too fast — a salesman reassuring himself. C-Train (Sam): drop the hustle entirely; this is the first time he sounds small.

SCENE 1 — EXT. BED STUY CORNER — GOLDEN HOUR

KELLICAT works the block like a prom queen with a press pass — orange-and-white, tiara catching the sun, CZ scepter tucked under one arm, notebook out. She reads the block by shadow and sound and misses nothing.

KELLICAT: Every cat in this borough quotes a cat named Brodie, and not one of you has shaken his paw. That's a story.

SCENE 2 — EXT. BLOCK — MONTAGE — CONTINUOUS

Rapid-fire interviews, one answer each:

THE PLUG: Ask RyCat.

LOBSTER CAT: Ask RyCat. Skitz opens his mouth — she's already moving on. Smart.

SCENE 3 — EXT. STOOP — CONTINUOUS

RYCAT on the stoop, eyes on the block, not on her.

RYCAT: (without looking up) Ask Brodie. The stoop ERUPTS. The whole crew breaks — the Plug wheezing, Lobster Cat's laugh rattling a window, even KelliCat cracking despite her deadline. The laugh rolls down the stoop face by face— —and BREAKS on CREAM. Present. Silent. Not laughing. Watching KelliCat the way you watch a dog that's caught a scent.

BUTTON

HOLD on Cream, dead center, still — the laughter continuing off-screen, tinny and far away.

VOICE NOTES

RyCat (Josh): bone-dry, zero effort — the funniest line of the season delivered like a weather report. KelliCat (Grace): Pensacola sparkle over reporter's steel. Cream: no line — her silence is the scene.

SCENE 1 — INT. STEINWAY TUBES — NIGHT

RYCAT rides the dark tunnel toward Queens, headlight glow blooming far ahead, C-TRAIN in his conductor's perch on RyCat's shoulder. Under the river. Over the line. Neither of them talks on the way there.

SCENE 2 — INT. FLUSHING DEN — LATER

Lantern light, crates of matatabi stacked to the ceiling — the line is fine on THIS end. THE CONNECT, an older Flushing cat with unimpressed eyes, looks RyCat over exactly once.

THE CONNECT: It was never about product. They wanted me to know they could close it.

RYCAT: How'd they prove it?

THE CONNECT: They gave me a name. A Bed Stuy name.

RYCAT: Whose? A long beat. She turns away and starts restacking crates.

THE CONNECT: The line reopens tomorrow.

SCENE 3 — INT. STEINWAY TUBES — LATER

The ride home. Headlight glow behind them now. RyCat stares into the dark ahead, jaw set. C-Train — for the first time in two seasons — has nothing to say.

BUTTON

CLOSE on RyCat's face, tunnel lights strobing across it. The line rides home fixed. The question rides home with them.

VOICE NOTES

The Connect: dry, transactional, borough-proof — refusing the name is a business decision, not a mercy, and it should sound like one. RyCat (Josh): the swagger is parked; "Whose?" is as close to pleading as he ever gets.

SCENE 1 — EXT. CORNER, TWO BLOCKS OFF MYRTLE — NIGHT, LIGHT RAIN

A BOBCAT BUYER works a young stray, soft — treats laid out on a step, promises pitched low and friendly. The new tactic: don't take the corner. Purchase it.

SCENE 2 — EXT. CORNER — CONTINUOUS

BUSHWICK enters frame and simply stands beside the buyer. Says nothing. Does nothing. Just stands there, hood up, letting him feel the math change around him.

The buyer's pitch dies mid-sentence. He gathers his treats. He goes.

Bushwick looks at the young stray once — *go home* — then walks the opposite direction. Not a word spent on any of it.

SCENE 3 — EXT. ACROSS THE STREET — CONTINUOUS

RYCAT and LOBSTER CAT, watching from under an awning. A corner nobody asked her to protect. Protected.

LOBSTER CAT: I liked her better when she did nothing.

RYCAT: No you didn't.

LOBSTER CAT: (beat) No. I didn't.

BUTTON

The wall where the buyer stood: Bushwick has dragged one clean claw-line straight through his scent mark. Signed her work. Streetlight halo on wet pavement where she used to be.

VOICE NOTES

Lobster Cat (Callum): gruff comedy on the first line, honest unease by the third — the repeat is a confession, not a bit. RyCat (Josh): quiet, watching her the whole time; he's revising an opinion in real time.

SCENE 1 — INT. SUBWAY MAINTENANCE ALCOVE — NIGHT

STATIC's war room: a work lamp, and a wall of scratched names — every cat on the block, tallied in tiny claw-marks. The crew crowds the alcove mouth. C-TRAIN and SKITZ are already snickering.

STATIC: Nobody brags about valerian. It gets bought quick and mentioned never. That's why the answer's in it.

C-TRAIN: Valerian? That's grandma nip.

SKITZ: No offense to grandmas, who by the way—

SCENE 2 — INT. ALCOVE — CONTINUOUS

Static doesn't laugh back. He turns to the wall and starts striking names. One claw-line each. No flourish, no pause for effect — just the next name, and the next. Direction: he gets QUIETER as the list gets shorter. This is not a victory. It's a countdown.

STATIC: Somebody on this block has been trading valerian to a tunnel runner who doesn't exist. Strike. Strike. Strike. The snickering is long gone. The alcove is silent except for claw on concrete.

SCENE 3 — INT. ALCOVE — CONTINUOUS

Static steps back from the wall. What's left unstruck would fit on one paw. He looks at his own raised paw — five claws — and does not like the arithmetic.

BUTTON

Before anyone at the alcove mouth can read the remaining names, Static drags his arm across the wall and wipes it clean. Dust falls through the lamplight. He picks up the lamp and turns it off.

VOICE NOTES

Static (Thomas): flat, precise, decelerating — each line quieter than the last; the inevitability should feel like a train you can hear coming and can't stop. C-Train and Skitz: full comedy on entry, so the silence has somewhere to fall from.

SCENE 1 — EXT./INT. CHELSEA PET & PHARMACY, NIGHT WINDOW — DEEP NIGHT

Rain. One lamplit window in a dark street. A small bell rings. BONNYCAT — white longhair, reading glasses, hair everywhere and somehow right — looks up from her ledger.

A CAT is at the window. Hurt. We never see the face — a trembling paw on the sill, a shallow-focus silhouette, a wound wrapped wrong. Direction: the injury doesn't match any story being told on the block. This wasn't an alley scrap. This was a meeting that went bad.

SCENE 2 — INT. WINDOW COUNTER — CONTINUOUS

BonnyCat patches the paw. Unhurried, expert, gentle. That's the oath of the window: everyone gets patched, no one gets asked. She says nothing. The patron says nothing. The rain says everything.

Payment slides across the counter: MATATABI STICKS.

BonnyCat goes still. Just her eyes, down at the sticks, then up. The line has been dry for a month. This shouldn't exist.

She takes the payment. The patron goes. The bell rings behind them.

SCENE 3 — INT. WINDOW COUNTER — LATER

LET IT BREATHE. The empty window. The rain. The matatabi lying in the lamplight where it was left. BonnyCat hasn't moved. HOLD here — longer than is comfortable — the hurt hanging in the room before we learn anything about who paid it.

Then, out of the dark across the counter: BANDIT is at the window. She didn't call him. She didn't have to.

BUTTON

BONNYCAT: They paid in matatabi — and your line's been dry a month. One sentence. She turns off the lamp. Bandit stands alone in the rain with it.

VOICE NOTES

BonnyCat (Laura): the sentence is soft, level, and surgical — no alarm, no gossip; a pharmacist reading a label out loud. The whole episode is silence and rain; her one line must land like the only fact in the world.

SCENE 1 — EXT. BACK LOT OFF MYRTLE — NIGHT

One overhead bulb. The whole crew in a circle — RyCat, Bandit, Lobster Cat, the Plug, Luna, Skitz, Bushwick at the edge where she likes it. CREAM is present. Quiet. C-TRAIN hops onto the crate, clears his throat to take the credit like always—

—and STATIC steps past him and takes the crate. C-Train sits down. First time for everything.

SCENE 2 — EXT. BACK LOT — CONTINUOUS

STATIC: The week before Myrtle, the walls heard three questions. Where's the weak fence. When do the tunnels run empty. Who counts heads. (beat)

STATIC (CONT'D): Two of them, a bobcat asked. The third got answered before anybody asked it — by a voice from this block. Direction: from here the camera abandons Static. It lives on CREAM. Her enormous green eyes fixed on the middle distance. Her smile arriving one half-second late to everything. Micro-stillness where every other face is moving.

STATIC (CONT'D): I know the voice. So do all of you. He never says the name. He doesn't have to.

SCENE 3 — EXT. BACK LOT — CONTINUOUS

Around the circle: Bandit watching Cream. RyCat watching Bandit. Lobster Cat's paws slowly closing. Nobody speaks. Nobody looks at her directly. Everybody knows exactly where she's standing.

BUTTON

Cream is the first to leave the circle. Unhurried. Head high. Nobody stops her — and the camera holds on the gap she leaves in the ring of cats, the shape of her absence under the bulb.

VOICE NOTES

Static (Thomas): calm, deliberate, on the record — he has waited two seasons to speak and wastes none of it; no anger, only weight. Cream: no lines. Direct the silence — a performer realizing the audience has stopped believing the show.

SCENE 1 — INT. BACK ROOM, BED STUY — TEN YEARS AGO — NIGHT (FLASHBACK, PART ONE)

Rain hammers the window. BANDIT — younger, bow tie the same red — with a duffel at his feet. FLATBUSH FRANKIE across the table. The closed-door conversation from S1E05, finally heard.

BANDIT: Watch RyCat — he's not ready to know he's ready. Watch Luna. Watch the Plug's alley.

FRANKIE: That everybody? (Bandit picks up the duffel.)

BANDIT: That's everybody.

SCENE 2 — EXT. STOOP — CONTINUOUS — RAIN

Bandit walks away up the block, duffel over his shoulder. On the top step of the stoop: CREAM. Young. Small. Soaked through. Watching him go.

Direction: HOLD ON THE STOOP. Longer than feels right. Longer than that. Rain on the steps. A door that doesn't open. The block emptying out. She is waiting for exactly one thing — her name, in anybody's mouth — and the silence is where we hear it never come. Nobody says it. She waits anyway. FADE.

SCENE 3 — EXT. SAME STOOP — MONTHS AGO — NIGHT (FLASHBACK, PART TWO)

Same steps, ten years worn. CREAM — grown, immaculate, invisible — sits alone. A BOBCAT RECRUITER settles onto the far end of the stoop. Respectful distance. Unhurried. He's done his homework, and his homework was one word.

RECRUITER: Cream. (beat — her ears move before her head does)

RECRUITER (CONT'D): Took me one afternoon to learn it.

BUTTON

CLOSE on Cream's face: ten years of being nobody's name, and a stranger said it first. She doesn't answer him. She doesn't leave, either. HOLD on her not leaving. That's the turn.

VOICE NOTES

Bandit (Adam): the list is love — every name he says is warm, which is what makes the name he doesn't say brutal. Recruiter: soft, patient, terribly kind — the pitch is just her name; nothing he adds should sound like a pitch.

SCENE 1 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE — DUSK

The crew gathered in a loose half-circle on the corner. No line of battle, no raised fur. Facing them, alone and unbowed: CREAM. Behind the crew, a door stands ajar, spilling warm light.

Direction: NO CLAWS. Not one. Nobody circles, nobody crowds her. Stillness is the whole grammar of the scene.

CREAM: I gave them the fence. The tunnel hours. I told myself it was business. (beat — she doesn't drop her eyes)

CREAM (CONT'D): It wasn't. It was ten years of nobody saying my name — and they said it first.

SCENE 2 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE — CONTINUOUS

Silence. Faces around the circle: Lobster Cat looking at the ground. RyCat looking at Bandit. Bandit looking at Cream — and for once, the patriarch's arithmetic includes himself.

BANDIT: Your name is Cream — and this block won't forget it twice. That's the whole sentence. That's the whole punishment. That's the whole apology. Bandit turns and walks to the door behind them. He pushes it almost shut — then stops it with one paw. INSERT: THE GAP. One inch of warm light between door and frame. Measure it in the frame. Hold on the inch.

SCENE 3 — EXT. MYRTLE AVE — MOMENTS LATER — NIGHT FALLING

Life resumes, quiet: THE PLUG restocking his shelf — matatabi sticks, fresh off the tube, the line running again. Across the street, the empty corner. BUSHWICK looks to RYCAT. RyCat nods, once. She takes the corner like she was grown from it.

Cream stands where they left her, alone but not cast out — looking at one inch of light.

BUTTON

Across the street, in a dark doorway, a NEW PAIR OF EYES opens. Round. Warm-lit. Not the cold vertical burn of bobcat eyes — something else, watching the block. HOLD. CUT TO BLACK. TITLE: **THE BLOCK REMEMBERS.**

VOICE NOTES

Cream (Nicole): steady, unperformed — the season's first time her voice means only what it says; no sweetness, no armor. Bandit (Adam): the sentence is a verdict and a vow in one breath — no anger anywhere in it, and slower on "twice."