[Judy returns to her apartment with her feet covered in cement powder. She enters her room, puts her stuff on her desk, and cycles sadly through songs on the radio: "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M., "All by Myself" by Eric Carmen, "Can't Do Nuthin' Right" by Madisen Ward, and "I, Loser" by Winston Marshall.] [Throughout the music, Judy puts a container of Carrots for One in the microwave and watches it with a lachrymose look on her face. When it's finished, she takes it out, opens it, only to find only one dried carrot. Judy groans and lets it fall into the trash. Then her phone rings. Judy picks it up and sees her parents calling. Judy groans, puts on a forced smile, and answers her phone.]
Oh, hey! It's my parents!
Oh, there she is. Hi, sweetheart.
Hey there, Jude the Dude. How was your first day on the force?
Yeah? Everything you ever hoped?
Mm-hmm. Absolutely, and more. Everyone's so nice, and I feel like I'm really making a difference.
[looks closely on the screen]
Whoa, wait a second. Holy cripes, Bonnie, look at that.
Oh, my sweet heavens! [hopefully] Judy, are you a meter maid?
Oh, this? No! Oh, no, no! This is just a temporary thing.
Oh, it's the safest job in the force.
Oh, she's not a real cop. Our prayers have been answered!
Oh, meter maid! Meter maid! Meter maid! Meter maid!
Dad. Dad! Dad! [changes the subject] You know what, it's been a really long day. I should--
That's right, you get some rest.
Those meters aren't gonna maid themselves.
[annoyed]
Buh-bye. [puts her phone on the table]
Hey, bunny, turn down that depressing music!
[Judy turns off the radio.]
Leave the meter maid alone! Didn't you hear her conversation? She feels like a failure!
[groans; to herself]
Tomorrow's another day.
[apparently hearing Judy]
Yeah, but it might be worse!
[Judy, now a carrot farmer, sees an adult Gideon Grey getting out of his pie truck.]
Is that... Gideon Grey?
Yep! It sure is. We work with him now.
He's our partner, and we never would have considered it had you not opened our minds.
That's right, I mean Gid's turned into one of the top pastry chefs in the Tri-Burrows.
[amazed]
That's-- That's really cool, you guys. [Gideon takes out pastries but looks up when he hears Judy.] Gideon Grey. I'll be darned.
G Gideon
[sincerely]
Hey, Judy. I would just like to say, I-I'm sorry for the way I behaved in my youth. I-I-I had a lot of self-doubt, and it manifested itself in the form of unchecked rage and aggression. I was a major jerk.
Well, I know a thing or two about being a jerk. [smiles; Gideon takes out a tray of pies from his truck.]
G Gideon
[smiles]
Anyhow, I-I brought y'all these pies.
[Judy, her parents, and Gideon watch some bunny kids running through a nearby field towards some flowers.]
Hey, kids, don't you run through the Midnicampum holicithias!
BK Bunny kid
Whoa, whoa, whoa! [he and the others stop running and move away from the flowers]
G Gideon
Well, now, there's a $4-word, Mr. H. My family always just called them "Night Howlers".
I'm sor-- What did you say?
Oh, Gid's talking about those flowers, Judy. I use them to keep bugs off the produce. But I don't like the little ones going near 'em on account of your Uncle Terry.
Yeah, Terry ate one whole when we were kids and went completely nuts.
He bit the dickens out of your mother.
[putting the pieces together]
A bunny can go savage.
Savage? Well, that's a strong word. But it did hurt like the devil.
Well, sure it did. There's a sizable divot in your arm. I'd call that savage.
[realizing the truth]
Night Howlers aren't wolves. They’re flowers. The flowers are making the predators go savage. [gasps] That's it! That's what I've been missing! [races away towards Stu’s truck, then turns back] Oh! Keys! Keys, keys, keys! Hurry! Come on! [Stu tosses Judy the keys to his truck.] Thank you! I love you, bye! [gets in the truck, starts it up and races back towards Zootopia]
You catch any of that, Bon?
G Gideon
Oh, that makes me feel a little bit better, I-I thought she was talking in tongues or something.
[Nick is finishing telling Judy his story of how he, as a kid, was bullied by prey Junior Ranger Scout kids.]
I learned two things that day. One: I was never gonna let anyone see that they got to me.
If the world's only gonna see a fox as shifty and untrustworthy, there's no point trying to be anything else.
[comfortingly]
Nick, you are so much more than that. [puts her paw on Nick's arm, who becomes uncomfortable and quickly changes the subject]
Boy, look at that traffic down there. How about we go up to Chuck in traffic central? [puts two fingers up to his ear, imitating a reporter] Chuck, how are things looking on the jam-cams?
Nick, I’m glad you told me.
[realizing]
The jam-cams.
No, no, no. Shh. There are traffic cameras everywhere, all over the canopy! Whatever happened to that jaguar--
The traffic cams would have caught it!
Ha-ho! Pretty sneaky, slick! [punches Nick]
However, if you didn't have access to the system before, I doubt Chief Buffalo Butt is gonna let you into it now.
No. [gets an idea] But I have a friend at City Hall who might.
[While Judy and Nick were being chased by a savage Manchas in the Rainforest District, Clawhauser shows the Gazelle dancing app on his phone to the wolf prisoner at the ZPD lobby.]
Are you familiar with Gazelle? Greatest singer of our lifetime? Angel with horns? [the wolf prisoner shrugs] Okay, hold on. Keep watching. [shows his face on a tiger dancer with Gazelle dancing next to him] Who's that beside her? Who is it?
Wow, you are one hot dancer, Benjamin Clawhauser.
[laughs]
It's me! Did you think it was real? It looks so real! [slightly disappointed] It's not, it's just a new app. [sees his microphone beeping] Hold on a second.
[through intercom, startling Clawhauser]
Clawhauser! [on-screen] Clawhauser, listen to me! We have a 10-91! Jaguar gone savage; Vine and Tudjunja!
[correcting her]
It's "Tuh-hunga"! [grabs Judy's paw, who slips and drops her radio]
All right, all right, enough. Shut it! [the officers sit] We have some new recruits with us this morning, including our first fox. [Nick is seen sitting next to Judy on the same chair she's standing on] Who cares?
Ha! You should have your own line of inspirational greeting cards, sir!
Shut your mouth, Wilde! [Judy and the officers snicker, and Bogo takes out his glasses and files] Assignments: Officers Grizzoli, Fangmeyer, Delgato; Tundratown SWAT. [they stand and leave] Snarlov, Higgins, Wolfard; undercover. [Snarlov puts on a green cap, Higgins puts on a fake mustache, and Wolfard puts on a sheep costume and they leave.] Hopps, Wilde... parking duty. Dismissed. [Judy and Nick look at the chief shocked. Then Bogo smiles] Just kidding! [seriously] We have reports of a street racer tearing up Savannah Central. Find him, shut him down.
[after Judy and Nick have been thrown into the pit in the museum by one of Bellwether's henchmen; the suitcase with the dart gun and serum pellet knocked out of their hands]
Well, you should have just stayed at the carrot farm, huh? It really is too bad, I... I did like you.
What are you gonna do? Kill me?
[laughs]
No, of course not. [aims the dart gun at Nick, evilly] He is.
[Bellwether shoots Nick with a serum pellet; he falls to the floor, writhing]
No! Oh, Nick!
[talking via cellphone, fake panicked]
Yes? Police? There's a savage fox in Natural History Museum! Officer Hopps is down! Please, hurry!
No, Nick. Don't you do this, fight it.
Oh, but he can't help it. Can he? Since preds are just... biologically predisposed to be savages.
[Nick turns feral and attacks Judy. She tries to run away and defend herself by throwing a stuffed fawn at him. She then cowers by the wall as Nick rips the fawn to pieces with his teeth]
Gosh! Think of the headlines: "Hero cop killed by savage fox"!
So that's it? Prey fears predator and you stay in power?
Fear always works! And I'll dart every predator in Zootopia to keep it that way.
[as Nick closes in on her, growling]
Oh, Nick... No...
[Nick locks his jaws on Judy's neck. Judy screams excruciatingly. However, after a short pause, Nick releases her and smiles] [sticks out her tongue; theatrically]
Bleh! Blood! Blood! Blood! And death!
All right, you know, you're milking it. Besides, I think we got it. [to Bellwether] I think we got it! We got it up there, thank you, Yakety-Yak! You've laid it all out beautifully!
[looks at the dart gun, shocked]
What?
Yeah, oh, are, are you looking for the serum? [reaches into his shirt pocket and shows the real serum pellet] Well, it's right here.
What have you got in the weapon there? [Bellwether opens the dart gun's slot and discovers it is loaded with blueberries] Those are blueberries. From my family's farm!
[tastes the blueberry and blows a kiss]
Mwah! They are delicious. You should try some.
[growls furiously, closing the gun]
I framed Lionheart, I can frame you too! It's my word against yours.
Oooh! Actually... [pulls out her carrot pen and plays back Bellwether's confession]
[through carrot pen]
"And I'll dart every predator in Zootopia to keep it that way."
It's your word against yours.
[her jaw drops, dumbfounded]
Huh?
It's called a hustle, sweetheart. Boom.
[panicking, Bellwether tries to run, but finds herself already surrounded by Chief Bogo and the ZPD]
FG Fabienne Growley
[At ZNN with Fabienne Growley and Peter Moosebridge] [she and Peter Moosebridge are smiling triumphantly]
Former Mayor Dawn Bellwether is behind bars today [there's a scene with news reporters taking pictures of an angry Bellwether in an orange jumpsuit, going to jail] guilty of masterminding the savage attacks that have plaqued Zootopia of late.
PM Peter Moosebridge
Her predecessor, Leodore Lionheart, denies any knowledge of her plot claiming he was just trying to protect the city.
LL Leodore Lionheart
[being interviewed]
Did I falsely imprison those animals? Well, yes. Yes, I did. It was a classic "doing the wrong thing for the right reason" kind of a deal.
FG Fabienne Growley
In related news, doctors say the night howler antidote is proving effective in rehabilitating the afflicted predators.
O Mrs. Otterton
[the scene changes to Emmitt Otterton being awaken, cured from his savageness. His wife looks at him]
Emmitt? Oh, Emmitt! [she hugs him very deeply in relief. She turns to Judy, who is back in her police uniform and her leg is healed] Thank you. [Judy smiles, happy to serve]
[Judy and Nick are at the Mystic Spring Oasis, a naturalist club.]
Oh, thank you so much, I’d appreciate that more than you can imagine, it’d be such a... [see that Yax is completely naked; covers her eyes] OHHHHH! You are naked!
Y Yax
Huh? Oh, for sure! We're a naturalist club!
Yeah. In Zootopia, anyone can be anything. And these guys? They be naked.
[Judy and Nick are on their first patrol.]
So, are all rabbits bad drivers, or is it just you?
[Judy slams playfully on the brakes, making Nick lurch forward] [deadpan, slyly]
Oops. Sorry.
[Nick pulls off a pawpsicle that got stuck to his face from the impact] [chuckles]
Sly bunny.
Do I know that? [smiles warmly] Yes. Yes, I do.
[Judy and Nick are searching a limousine for clues, when Nick finds a glass emblazoned with a "B".]
Well, now, wait a minute. Polar bear fur, Rat Pack music, fancy cup? [realizes something] I know whose car this is. We gotta go!
The most feared crime boss in Tundratown. They call him Mr. Big, and he does not like me, so we gotta go!
We're not leaving, this is a crime scene!
Well, it's gonna be an even bigger crime scene if Mr. Big finds me here, [opens door] so we're leaving right now! [He turns and sees two polar bears waiting for them] Oh, gah! Raymond! And is that Kevin? Long time, no see. And speaking of no see, how about you forget you saw me? Huh? For old time's sake? [Raymond and Kevin grab Judy and Nick by their throats] That's a no.
[Judy and Nick are sitting between the two bears in a car being driven to see Mr. Big. One of the bears is looking on his smartphone at a photo of him and the other bear trapping a wolf in a headlock and chuckles to himself.] [whispering]
What did you do that made Mr. Big so mad at you?
[whispering]
I, um... I may have sold him a very expensive wool rug...that was made from the fur of a skunk...'s butt.
Oh, sweet cheese and crackers.
[Judy has found Nick under a bridge and tries to reconcile with him.]
Oh, Nick! Night howlers aren't wolves. They're toxic flowers! I think someone is targeting predators on purpose and making them go savage.
[deadpan; sarcastically]
Wow. Isn't that interesting. [gets up and walks under the bridge, while Judy follows him]
Wait, listen! I... I know you'll never forgive me. And I don't blame you. I wouldn't forgive me either. [Nick stops walking, but doesn't look at her.] I was ignorant and irresponsible and small-minded. But predators shouldn't suffer because of my mistakes. I have to fix this, but I can't do it without you. [Nick still doesn't look at her.] And after we're done... you can hate me. And-- [she starts crying; voice breaking] And that'll be fine, because I was a horrible friend, and I hurt you, and you-- And you can walk away knowing that you were right all along. I really am just a dumb bunny.
[Judy continues crying, until Nick replays her words with her carrot pen.] [through carrot pen]
I really am just a dumb bunny. [rewind] I really am just a dumb bunny.
[turns around and smiles]
Don't worry, Carrots. I'll let you erase it... in 48 hours. [Judy tears up with joy; she wipes away her tears and walks slowly towards Nick] All right, get in here. [Judy comes closer and leans her face on Nick's torso, still sobbing; Nick embraces her] OK. Oh, you bunnies. You're so emotional. There we go, deep breath. Are you just trying to steal the pen? Is that what this is? [Judy laughs a bit and tries to grab the pen.] You are standing on my tail though, off-off-off-off...
[Judy has just finished speaking at a press conference and has inadvertently offended Nick.] [relieved]
That went so fast, I didn't get a chance to mention you, or say anything about how we --
[upset]
Oh, I think you said plenty.
"Clearly there's a biological component"? "These predators may be reverting back to their primitive savage ways"? Are you serious?
I just stated the facts of the case. I mean, it's not like a bunny could go savage.
Right. But a fox could, huh?
Nick, stop it! You're not like them.
[gets angry]
Oh, there's a them now?!
You know what I mean! You're not that kind of predator.
The kind that needs to be muzzled? The kind that makes you think you need to carry around fox repellent? Yeah, don't think I didn't notice that little item the first time we met! So l-let me ask you a question: are you afraid of me? [Judy stares at Nick in disbelief, her nose slightly twitching in fear.] Do you think I might go nuts? Think I might go savage? You think that I might try to...[jumps forward] EAT YOU?! [Judy instinctively jumps back and puts her hand over the Fox Repellent.] I knew it. [scoffs] Just when I thought somebody actually believed in me, huh? [He gives Judy back the application she gave him for the ZPD and leaves.] Probably best if you don't have a predator as a partner.
[Judy has tracked down Nick, believing him to be a lead in her case. She drives her meter maid cart next to him.]
Hi! Hello! It's me again.
Hey, it's Officer Toot-toot!
Ha-ha-ho. No. Actually, it's Officer Hopps, and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case.
What happened, meter maid? Did someone steal a traffic cone? It wasn't me.
[Annoyed, Judy rides up and pulls up in front of Nick, blaring her siren.]
Hey, Carrots, you're gonna wake the baby. I gotta get to work.
[gets out of her cart with the folder, a notepad, and a carrot pen]
This is important, sir. I think your "$10" worth of pawpsicles can wait.
Ha! I make 200 bucks a day, Fluff. 365 days a year, since I was 12. And time is money. Hop along.
Please, just look at the picture. [shows a close up picture of Otterton] You sold Mr. Otterton that pawpsicle, right? Do you know him?
I know everybody. And I also know that somewhere, there's a toy store missing its stuffed animal. So why don't you get back to your box?
[her smile drops, then becomes serious]
Fine. Then we’ll have to do this the hard way.
[In a split second, there’s a parking boot attached to Nick’s stroller.]
Did you just boot my stroller?
Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest.
[scoffs amused]
For what? [baby voice] Hurting your feewings?
[smiles slyly]
Felony tax evasion. [Nick's smile fades and his eyes widen flabbergasted as Judy writes.] Yeah... $200 a day, 365 days a year since you were 12... So that's two decades, so times 20, which is... $1,460,000, I think. I mean, I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying. Anyway, according to your tax forms, you reported, let me see here... zero! [Nick's face freezes in shock] Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time.
Well, it's my word against yours.
[Judy pulls out her carrot pen and plays back Nick's confession.] [through carrot pen]
"200 bucks a day, Fluff. 365 days a year, since I was 12."
Actually, it's your word against yours. And if you want this pen, you're going to help me find this poor missing otter, or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria. [grins] It's called a hustle, sweetheart.
F Finnick
[Slight pause]
She hustled you. [opens the stroller, laughing] She hustled you good! You're a cop now, Nick! You're gonna need one of these. [slaps his police sticker on Nick's shirt. Nick frowns] Have fun working with the fuzz! [leaves still laughing]
[sighs]
I don't know where he is, I only saw where he went.
Great! Let's go! [gets in her car]
[grins]
It's not exactly a place for a cute little bunny.
[annoyed]
Don't call me cute! Get in the car!
[smirking]
Okay, you're the boss. [joins Judy]
