The following is loosely based on actual events...
INT. LOCAL FILIPINO MARKET - NOON
Marvin zips through the automated market doors and makes a beeline toward the back of the store--past the colorful bottles of banana ketchup and fish sauce, and beyond the refrigerated aisles of fermented shrimp paste and calamansi-flavored sodas. He reaches the fish counter in a huff.
OLD FISHMONGER GUY
(perusing the assortment of fresh fish on ice)
(saying something in Tagalog that Marvin can't understand)
(thinking to himself)