EXT. A WOODS ALONG THE POTOMAC RIVER - MORNING

Bilbo walks with Clay Hawkins, who peruses the folio. Bilbo has a small covered wicker basket slung over his shoulder. Hawkins follows, happy and sick with fear.

           CLAY HAWKINS

T-tax collector for the Western Reserve. Th-th-that pays handsomely.

W.N. BILBO Don't just reach for the highest branches. They sway in every breeze. Assistant Port Inspector of Marlston looks like the ticket to me.

           CLAY HAWKINS

Uh, boats, they, they make me sick.

Bilbo retrieves a snare; a small bird is trapped by the foot. Bilbo stuffs the bird in the basket.

CLAY HAWKINS (CONT'D) So just stand on the dock. Let the Assistant Assistant Port Inspector's stomach go weak.

Bilbo eyes Hawkins, who anxiously eyes the folio.