Scene
1 -
Morning Mayhem: A Hair-Raising Experience
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
Silence.
A PHONE ALARM should be blaring. It isn't.
A beat.
Her eyes snap open.
MAYA CARTER (late 30s/early 40s) sits bolt upright like she's
been launched, like the space shuttle.
She checks the time.
MAYA
No. No no no no...
She scrambles out of bed.
INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Maya turns on the shower.
ICE-COLD.
MAYA
Okay. Great. Love growth.
She hops in anyway.
CUT TO:
Maya wrapped in a towel, staring at her mirror.
Her hairline: a solid two-inch gray border.
She lifts a small box.
TEMPORARY ROOT COVER SPRAY.
She reads the label.
MAYA (CONT'D)
"Brown."
She smiles like she's winning.
She sprays.
A beat.
She leans in.
Her roots are now... RED! A vibrant, accidental comic-book
red.
She blinks.
Sprays again.
REDER.
MAYA (CONT'D)
I look like a warning label!
She tries to wipe it.
It smears slightly toward her forehead. She wipes her
forehead and it smears across.
Now she looks like she's auditioning for "Corporate Viking."
She stares her reflection down.
MAYA (CONT'D)
We're calling this...
confidence.
Genres:
["Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
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2 -
Morning Mayhem: A Furry Fashion Fiasco
INT. BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Maya rushes to the end-of-bed bench.
Her SAFE OUTFIT is laid out neatly.
She lifts the blazer.
A perfect cat-shaped fur imprint is left behind.
The CAT stretches nearby, utterly unbothered.
MAYA
I supported your full-time napping
career, for a year!
She shakes out the blazer.
A fur blizzard.
She grabs a lint roller.
The CAT sits on the lint roller.
MAYA (CONT'D)
Wow. Okay.
She lunges for her BACKUP OUTFIT.
It's on the floor.
The DOG is mid-itchy booty scoot across it like it's a sacred
rug.
Maya freezes in horror.
MAYA (CONT'D)
We had a whole year of daily
lunches. So this is you protesting
my success?
The dog happily finishes and trots away.
Maya looks between:
Cat-furred safe outfit. Booty-blessed backup outfit.
She yanks a THIRD OPTION from the closet.
It's... fine.
Not great.
But corporate'ish.
INT. KITCHEN - MINUTES LATER
Maya speed-assembles a "responsible adult" morning.
Coffee.
Toast.
Hope.
She takes one sip.
SPITS.
MAYA
Why is it... salty?
She checks the container.
GARLIC POWDER.
She sighs, accepts defeat, and chugs water like a fighter.
Genres:
["Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
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3 -
Morning Drive with Nostalgia
INT. MAYA'S CAR - MORNING
A 2002 LUXURY BMW with a proud exterior and a chaotic soul.
Maya slides in. She pats the dashboard gently.
MAYA
We're doing this together.
She hits the ignition.
The car answers with an old, dramatic purr.
She opens the console.
A 6-DISC CD WALLET-dusty like archaeology.
The ancient dashboard offers zero options.
QUICK FLASHBACK - INT. GARAGE - NIGHT (DAYS EARLIER)
Maya rummages through boxes.
Triumphant - she holds up a dusty box of CDs.
BACK TO PRESENT
She loads the changer.
MAYA
No Spotify, no joy, but we adapt.
She pulls out. The brakes SCREAM like a haunted banshee.
Maya winces but keeps smiling.
Genres:
["Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
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4 -
Maya's Musical Mayhem
INT. BMW - ON THE ROAD - CONTINUOUS
The CDs start playing.
Then the changer RAPID-FLIPS between discs.
A half second of each song:
Pop.
Sad ballad.
Old hip-hop.
A motivational track.
A Christmas song??
MAYA
Pick a personality!
She taps the dash. It flips faster.
She taps harder. The music CUTS OUT.
Now... silence.
She hits the radio. Nothing....
MAYA (CONT'D)
Sensor issues. Of course.
A DRIVER cuts her off.
Maya hits the horn. Nothing...
She tries again.
A sad, delayed honk-like the car is thinking about it.
The horn gives one tiny pity honk.
MAYA (CONT'D)
(Sighs)
I paid for that to be fixed.
With my last unemployment money.
A DING.
CHECK ENGINE LIGHT ON.
Maya's soul leaves her body.
QUICK FLASHBACK - EXT. AUTO PARTS STORE - DAY
Maya pulls in, stressed. The check engine light is OFF now.
Right beside the bay is a laminated sign:
"CHECK ENGINE LIGHT MUST BE ON IN ORDER TO TEST."
An EMPLOYEE approaches with a scanner.
EMPLOYEE
So what seems to be the issue?
Maya points at the dash like it betrayed her in court.
MAYA
The issue is...
it lies.
BACK TO PRESENT - INT. BMW
Maya nods to herself.
MAYA
Not today.
She keeps driving. The brakes squeal again.
She breathes through it like she's coaching a toddler.
Genres:
["Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
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5 -
Morning Mishaps
EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - MORNING
Maya pulls into the parking lot. The brakes SHRIEK loud
enough to stop time.
A couple of EARLY EMPLOYEES turn.
Maya waves like this is normal.
MAYA
Good morning!
She pops the trunk.
Inside: her old, battle-worn PRODUCTION BAG.
A faded label reads:
"PRODUCTION ACCT"
She hesitates-then grabs it anyway.
The trunk lid suddenly SLAMS down. CLONKS her shoulder.
Maya flinches. She reopens it.
A streak of dust and grime has smeared across her shoulders
and the back of her shirt.
She freezes.
Slowly turns to see one of the early employees watching. Maya
smiles through pain.
MAYA (CONT'D)
It's... vintage.
She hoists the bag, stands taller than she feels, and power-
walks toward the entrance.
INT. OFFICE LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER
Polished. Quiet.
Everything Maya hasn't been for a year.
She checks her reflection in the glass:
Slightly rushed, slightly red-rooted but still trying
She squares her shoulders.
Genres:
["Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
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6 -
First Day Connections
INT. HR / OPEN OFFICE AREA - LATER
Maya is guided to her desk by JEN (30s), cheerful.
JEN
You're our new Senior Accounting
Analyst. We're excited.
MAYA
I'm excited to be...
(softer)
stable...
Jen laughs politely, not sure if that's a joke.
JEN
Your manager will meet you in
Conference room B.
INT. CONFERENCE B - MOMENTS LATER
Maya stands by the table, bag clutched to her like armor.
The door opens.
RILEY PARK (40s) enters-sharp suit, calm face.
The aura of competence, A tote bag on her shoulder.
Maya relaxes slightly.
Then Riley sets down a coffee.
The cup is cracked. Coffee slowly drips onto a stack of
papers.
Riley casually slides a coaster under it like this happens
daily.
RILEY
Maya Carter.
Not a question. A welcome.
MAYA
Yes.
And I'm so sorry if I’m a little-
She gestures vaguely at herself.
MAYA (CONT'D)
-first-day chaotic.
Riley smiles like she expected this.
RILEY
You're doing great.
Maya blinks. That's... suspiciously kind.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Also...
Riley glances down.
A dark COFFEE STAIN has bloomed on the front of her shirt.
Riley opens her tote. Not a purse.
A tactical command center. She pulls out a TIDE PEN like a
surgeon.
Maya watches, stunned.
RILEY (CONT'D)
I was going to pretend that didn’t
happen, but-
Riley starts working the stain with calm precision.
MAYA
Okay wow.
RILEY
I saw your resume.
Maya freezes.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Production accounting?
You don’t survive that
without an emergency kit
and a will to live.
Maya lets out a laugh she didn't mean to.
Riley reaches deeper into the tote.
Out comes a pristine, labeled pouch:
PRODUCTION ACCOUNTANT SURVIVAL KIT
Inside: stain pen, lint roller, deodorant, hair ties,
bandages, breath mints, snacks.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Rule one:
keep this at work.
Maya stares like she's seeing a miracle.
MAYA
You're... still one of us.
RILEY
I'm a reformed version.
Maya instinctively opens her own bag.
She pulls out a worn, familiar pouch - same category, same
energy.
Riley lights up.
RILEY (CONT'D)
There it is.
MAYA
I was hoping corporate
would be less... tactical.
RILEY
It is.
(then)
Just with better lighting.
Maya laughs - relieved.
RILEY (CONT'D)
If you survived film, this place
won't break you.
Maya nods, the weight finally sliding off her shoulders.
MAYA
Perfect. Because I’ve been fighting
for my life since the root spray.
Riley grins.
RILEY
Then you're right on schedule.
Genres:
["Comedy","Drama"]
Ratings
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7 -
A Small Victory
EXT. OFFICE PARKING LOT - EVENING
First day survived.
Maya approaches her BMW with cautious optimism.
She's almost proud. She clicks the key.
The car unlocks like a diva granting an audience.
Maya gets in and pulls out of the parking lot.
INT. BMW - CONTINUOUS
She smiles.
A tiny victory breath. She reaches for the sunroof button.
MAYA
We did it.
She taps it. The sunroof opens an inch-
Then starts going forward and backward repeatedly.
A mechanical panic attack.
Maya stares dead ahead.
MAYA (CONT'D)
Of course...
She pulls over with the calm of someone who has survived
worse.
EXT. CURB - CONTINUOUS
Maya leans up and manually pushes the sunroof shut.
She looks up at the sky.
Then laughs-soft, honest, relieved.
FADE OUT.
THE END