INT. JANE’S ROOM – EARLY MORNING
A few faint rays of light come through a small area on the
blacked-out windows, the size of a nickel, where the paint
chipped off.
Tiny dust particles drift lazily through the air, suspended in
the stagnant stillness.
On the bed there is an old cassette player. Up close, through
the scratched narrow plastic window, lies the faded title:
Tori Amos "UNDER THE PINK"
There is a thin black wire running away from the cassette
player, along the stained and holy bedding, and then up to a
pair of flimsy headphones, two decades old, but still working,
still worn.
JANE JOHNSON (12), sits under the headphones, on the edge of her
bed. She's small, pale, a feather of girl with dark, limp, oily
hair that falls over her face. Overlooked and forgotten.
The weight in her expression is evident, but hope still rests in
her dark eyes. They stare vacantly ahead, fixed on nothing, lost
somehow. Zoned out.
Jane has this thing she does. She rocks back and forth, paced
and steady, mechanical. Not fast.
On the nightstand there's an old digital alarm clock with a
broken red outer shell. The black face plate has long fallen
away, but the digital numbers still stand out.
Jane flickers a quick peek at the clock. Are we there yet?
It reads 5:29 AM in harsh red digital numbers. And then... it
flickers from 5:29 to 5:30.
Janes hits play. The spindles turn.
SFX: The shushing hiss of an old CASSETTE PLAYER.
MUSIC CUE: "Pretty Good Year" by Tori Amos.
Through the headphones the piano sounds like hope.
Jane motions with her hands and fingers like a well practiced
Air Piano.
Jane mouths the words.
Tori sings.
TORI
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't want to be a boy today
I heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters and burns
his CDs
They say you were something in those
formative years
Hold onto nothing as fast as you can
Well, still, pretty good year
Pretty good
Jane is immersed in the darkness of the song's vide.
The intensity of her rocking, comes up a notch.
Jane's right hand follows the descending patterns in the next
passage.
TORI (CONT'D)
Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is gonna bring you back, back, back
Maybe not, so now you're off
You're gonna see America
Well let me tell you something
about...
America
Left hand darkness.
TORI (CONT'D)
Pretty good year
A-ha, pretty good
Some things are melting now
Some things are melting now
Jane commits, physically.
The contrast between the the slaughter under the headphones and
the silence in the room, is frightening.
TORI (CONT'D)
Well, hey
What's it gonna take
'Til my baby's all right?
What's it gonna take
'Til my baby's all right?
Suddenly, Jane panics.
Hits STOP.
She looks to the door.
Door knob.
SFX: Jane's HEARTBEAT, light PANTING
FADE TO BLACK.
A moment passes.
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["Drama","Coming-of-age"]
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2 -
Moment of Reflection
INT. JANE’S ROOM – MORNING – 8:29 AM
Jane sits exactly as before, rocking slowly, eyes vacant.
The clock rolls from 8:29 AM to 8:30 AM, with a "CLICK".
Through her dread, Jane takes a brave look back at the door.
Door knob.
Deep breath.
Clutter on the floor, laundry, crumpled, worn, and faded.
The walls now dulled, chipped, as if they have been left to
fade.
Silence. A moment passes.
Jane's expression drifts with her thoughts.
A FLASH OF WHITE LIGHT runs across Jane's thoughts.
BEGIN BRIEF FLASHBACK
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3 -
Echoes of the Past
INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY (JANE, AGE 5)
A YOUNG MOTHER (35), stained with trashy blue eye-shadow, her
rock-hard face. She grips a 5-year-old Jane hard, by the arm,
her teeth clenched.
YOUNG MOTHER
(taunting)
Excuse me? What was that?
SLAP!
END FLASHBACK
BACK IN THE PRESENT
Jane winces.
She hesitates for a brief moment, holding yet another layer of
burden in her eyes.
She EJECTS one cassette and inserts another.
Through the plastic window: "Boys for Pele."
SFX: FAST FORWARD to the last line of "Muhammed My Friend."
TORI
... back in Bethlehem
SFX: Shushing HISS.
Jane ready and...
MUSIC CUE: "Hey Jupiter" by Tori Amos.
JANE
No one's picking up the phone..
Suddenly, Jane panics.
She hits STOP.
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4 -
Confrontation in Chaos
INT. JANE’S ROOM – CONTINUOUS
She looks to the door.
Door knob.
SFX: There's a hand on the DOOR KNOB.
Suddenly, the door flies open harsh and swift. JANICE (29)
storms in, wearing pajama pants and a lazy oversized T-shirt,
her trashy blue eye-shadow still unevenly applied.
JANICE
(stares at Jane)
Hey stupid.... You still here?
Jane stops.
She stands up quickly, headphones off, coiled around the player,
and safely sets it on the dresser, at the back, out of reach.
Jane puts her hands together in front of her.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Doing nothing I see... as usual.
Janice observes the messy landscape of her daughter's room.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Look at this fuckin' place.
(gestures to the mess))
You are a pig.
She picks up the plate with food skid marks, disgusted.
JANICE (CONT'D)
You see this?... This, right here...
this is why I can’t stand you.
She drops the plate right back where it was.
Silence.
JANICE (CONT'D)
You don’t care about me. Do you... You
don't care about me. You don't care
about Benny.
Jane's fragile expression has no answer.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Shit. You don't even care about
yourself...
Janice kicks the clutter.
JANICE (CONT'D)
And you sure as FUCK don’t care about
anyone else. twelve years old, and all
you do is sit around...
They stare.
Jane can't hide the slight tremble in her hands.
Janice points to the floor just in front of her.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(menace)
Get over here.
Jane doesn't hesitate.
There is a belt hook hanging near the door. And on it... a
switch.
Jane buckles down.
WWHHACK!
She doesn't cry. Janice is surprised.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Oh, not enough?
WWHHACK!
Jane feigns a whimper.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Fuckin' loser.
Jane stays perfectly still, her expression unchanged.
Janice glares at Jane, waiting for backtalk... Nothing.
Janice’s irritation grows. She steps right at Jane.
She grabs Jane's face with one hand and points Jane's eyes
straight at hers.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Do you hear me you little bitch?...
Huh!..... Is there anyone in there?
Jane's forced glance into Janice's eyes is filled with pleading.
Janice shoves her face away and let's go.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(scoffs)
Pathetic.
One more taunt for the road.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Fuck.... Do something about this mess!
I’m tired of looking at your ugly
face.
She leaves, closing the door with a pointed SLAM, leaving the
door to settle, still partially open.
Silence.
FADE TO BLACK.
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5 -
Trapped Dreams
INT. LIVING ROOM – LATER
Janice sits in her own recliner, rigid with frustration, arms
crossed tightly.
Benny BUXTON (32), harsh-looking man, covered in tattoos, sits
across the living room in his own recliner, his shoulders
slumped, fingers fiddling with the TV remote, though it’s clear
he’s not paying attention to the screen.
JANICE
I’m done...
Silence.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(exasperated)
What?.... I can’t take this shit
anymore. I feel like a damn prisoner
in my own home.
BENNY
(sighs)
Look, it’s easy
JANICE
Don’t give me that “it’s easy” crap. I
do everything around here.
She looks at him, but he continues to half-ignore her.
JANICE (CONT'D)
You just sit around and pretend not to
notice.
Benny shifts, annoyed, but says nothing.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Do you know what it’s like to wake up
every day and see her just... sitting
there?.... huh?
Benny finally meets her gaze, reluctant.
BENNY
So... do it Just... ship her away.
For the first time in her life, Janice thinks twice.
She nods.
JANICE
(harsh)
Yes, exactly.
Benny's not that far behind.
BENNY
(shrugs his shoulders)
Ok.
JANICE
There's gotta be places specially
designed for kids like her. You know?
Benny nods.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Places where she can sit around all
damn day long,.... and I don’t have to
deal with it.
BENNY
Do we gotta pay? Are places like that
expensive?
JANICE
I say, let her be someone else’s
problem for once.. I'm done.
BENNY
I am NOT payin'. Just sayin'.
JANICE
(amped)
Oh, don’t start with that. I didn’t
expect that.
He stares at her.
JANICE (CONT'D)
But I’m the one dealing with it. Not
you. Me. Every single fuckin' day.
She glares at him, daring him to contradict her.
Her disposition changes as she picks up a slim color brochure:
"Hawaiian Cruise".
BENNY
(sighs, relieved)
Careful what you tell your girls.
JANICE
(scoffs)
Oh, PLEASE..... That's the least of my
worries.
Benny looks down, avoiding her gaze, and nods.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(staring at the brochure)
No. No. I’m not letting her ruin this.
We deserve this.
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6 -
Silent Struggles
INT. JANE’S ROOM – DAY - 09:52 AM
Jane sits perfectly still, the rocking stopped. Her face is
blank, her eyes hollow as she listens, absorbing every word,
every piece of venom. Her hands slowly start to grip the bed’s
edge tightly, knuckling, but her expression doesn’t change.
She stares blankly into the darkness in front of her.
She takes a breath, pauses, and then slowly, softly, begins to
sing.
Acapella: "Silent All These Years" by Tori Amos.
JANE
(singing to herself)
Excuse me, but can I be you
for a while?
My dog won't bite
if you sit real still
I got the Anti-Christ in the kitchen
yellin' at me again
Yeah, I can hear that
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say,
you know, but nothing comes
Yes, I know what you think of me, you
never shut up. Yeah, I can hear that
But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
with her name still on it
Hey, but I don't care
'Cause sometimes, I said sometimes I
hear my voice
And it's been here
silent all these years...
Genres:
["Drama","Musical"]
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7 -
Tension in the Living Room
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Janice sits back, satisfied, watching Benny with a hard,
unrelenting look.
JANICE
(quietly)
So, what’s it gonna be? Are you with
me on this, or are you gonna sit there
like you always do, useless?
BENNY
(sighs)
(quietly)
Fine.
She rises from the recliner, satisfied, and heads toward the
hallway, brushing past Benny as if he’s little more than an
inconvenience.
BACK TO Jane’s ROOM
The door remains cracked open, and Jane stares at it,
motionless. Her grip loosens slightly, and then she resumes her
gentle, mechanical rocking, letting the sound of Janice’s voice
fade into silence.
As Jane sings, she show's the 6/8 time signature with her index
finger extended. 1,2,3,4,5,6....
Acapella: "Pretty Good Year" by Tori Amos.
JANE
(singing to herself)
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't want to be a boy today
I heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters and burns
his CDs
They say you were something in those
formative years
Hold onto nothing
as fast as you can
Well, still, pretty good year
Pretty good...
FADE TO BLACK.
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8 -
Seeking Help
INT. KITCHEN – DAY
Janice sits at the kitchen table, phone in hand, her voice loud
and clear. The door to Jane's room is partially visible just
outside the kitchen doorway.
JANICE
(on phone)
Yes, she’s twelve..... Ahuh. Yes.
Emotional Disability.
Janice nods.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Nope. Doesn’t do a thing. Just sits on
the edge of her bed, like a lump.
She pauses, listening, then gestures in exasperation.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Yeah. Well. You can have all the
sympathy you want for her.
She grows frustrated.
JANICE (CONT'D)
So what? I just need to sign a paper
or something. Right?
Janice motions "Come on.. speed it up" with her hand.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(dismissive)
There’s gotta be a way to make this
happen fast. I’m done. I'm up to my
forehead... with done.. Understand?
She glances over her shoulder, but Benny stays hidden. She looks
in the direction of Jane's room.
The door, still not quite closed.
Janice lowers her voice slightly.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Mmm-hmm. Ok. Thank you. So you’ll send
the someone over?.. Perfect.
Janice ends the call, sits back, satisfied.
Genres:
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9 -
Cleaning Command
INT. JANE’S ROOM – LATER
Jane sits on her bed, rocking slowly, her expression blank.
Janice barges in without knocking, a small basket of cleaning
supplies in her hands.
She sets the bucket and it's unsettling loose contents on the
floor. She points at Jane when she talks.
JANICE
(sharp)
I want you to get up right now and go
all around this room and pick up the
dirty laundry off the floor and put it
in the laundry basket, where normal
people put their laundry. Got it?
Jane nods without looking at Janice.
JANICE (CONT'D)
And then you're gonna go back around
the room and pick up all the dirty
dishes and you're gonna walk them down
to the kitchen and set them gently in
the sink. Got it?
Again, Jane nods.
JANICE (CONT'D)
And then, oh, here's the big finale.
You're gonna come back up here and
take that bucket of cleaning supplies
and you're gonna go all-the-way back
around the room, cleaning it. And it
better be spotless. Ok?
Jane nods.
JANICE (CONT'D)
This room is a pigsty? And you're a
teenager, not a toddler... Go! Move.
Jane stands, albeit slowly, and starts picking up the laundry.
Janice waits and supervises for the first minute.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(to herself)
We will, at least, get this place nice
and clean....
(under her breath)
before she goes.
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["Drama"]
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10 -
Silent Struggles
INT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING
Benny sits alone in his recliner, the TV on low, but he’s not
watching.
BENNY
(to himself)
Yeah, well. It is what it is.
He shakes his head, mildly conflicted but unmoved.
BENNY (CONT'D)
Probably for the best.
He leans back in the chair, resigned, barely paying attention as
the TV hums softly in the background.
INT. JANE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Alone in her room, Jane sits cross-legged on her bed, rocking
slowly, her fingers gripping a small object—a smooth stone she
keeps hidden under her pillow.
The door is still partially open from Janice’s earlier outburst.
She rubs it with her thumb, grounding herself in the sensation.
CLOSE ON Jane as her gaze turns to the open door, her expression
hollow but steady.
Jane’s grip tightens on the stone, her rocking slowing as she
stares, motionless, into the darkness beyond her door.
HOLD ON Jane as she resumes her gentle, mechanical rocking,
grounding herself in the silence of her own space.
FADE TO BLACK.
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11 -
Tension in the Living Room
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Janice sits stiffly at the dining room table, arms crossed.
Jane, sits right beside her, having dragged her chair close.
Jane’s thin arm is wrapped around Janice's upper arm, her hand
appearing with gripping fingers. She clings to Janice, like
she's seeking safety.
Ms. Miller, mid-40s, calm and professional, sits across from
them, clipboard in hand. She glances at Jane, acknowledging her
presence with a brief, warm smile.
Jane cozies up closer to her mom.
JANICE
(irritated)
Hey, knock it off.
Benny sits in an unoccupied chair at the end of the table.
MS. MILLER
Thank you all for meeting with me.
No reaction from the three.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
I just need to ask a few questions to
better understand Jane’s situation and
determine the best plan for her.
JANICE
(flatly)
Sure. Do what you need to do. That's
why we're all here.
The Caseworker produces a small smile.
Jane does NOT look at her.
MS. MILLER
(to Jane, kindly)
First off, Jane, I want to make
sure...
The Caseworker looks at her profile worksheet.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
(to Janice)
Does she hear me?
Janice briefly holds up one finger, putting Ms. Miller on pause.
Janice looks down at Jane.
JANICE
(harsh to Jane)
Hey. Dummy.....
Jane looks up.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Look at the woman when she's talkin'
to you. Got it?
Jane slowly looks at her.
Caseworker takes a moment and then clears her throat.
MS. MILLER
Jane, I need to make sure that you are
aware of the reason why I'm here and
that you understand the situation.
Jane slowly nods.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Do you know why I'm here?
Jane slowly nods.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Good. I am here to make sure that you
are well taken care of.
(to Janice)
Can you tell me a bit about her
typical behavior at home?
JANICE
(scoffs)
Behavior? Ha! You're lookin' at it.
The Caseworker thinks twice.
MS. MILLER
Uh...
JANICE
Look. Do you see her? ... She doesn’t
do anything. She sits on her bed, all
day, barely says a word. Clings to me
like...
Janice looks down at Jane and RIPS her hand off her.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Ugh! Clings to me.
Jane slowly, gently, tenderly threads her tiny arm through again
and softly connects her closing hand on her mom's arm. This
time, she gently lowers her head on her mom's arm.
Jane begins to rock ever so gently. A little forward. A little
back.
And to everyone's surprise, Jane begins to sing, softly.
JANE
(singing softly)
These tears I've cried---
JANICE
(sternly)
Hey!... The adults are talking her. Be
quiet!
MS. MILLER
No. No. I'd like to hear her, if
that's possible.
Janice rolls her eyes.
JANICE
(irritated)
It's not. Let's just move along.
Silence.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Hey, dummy. Go to your room.
Jane hesitates.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Now!
MS. MILLER
(to Jane)
Jane, you can sing for me any time.
Ok?
JANICE
(to jane)
Quickly...
Ms. Miller takes a serious tone.
She makes a note.
MS. MILLER
Are you always that hard on her?
JANICE
Hard? Fuck... that's nothing.
MS. MILLER
How often does that happen?
Janice thinks twice.
JANICE
(defensive)
Hey now.
MS. MILLER
No. No. Not suggesting. Just part of
my notes.
JANICE
Not that often.
MS. MILLER
(jots down notes)
You're not on trial here... Does Jane
know why I'm here?
Janice sees Jane peeking from the end of the hallway.
She's enraged.
JANICE
I said BEDROOM!
She picks up a can of tuna and HURLS it at Jane, just missing
her head and denting the wall next to the door.
Ms. Mille is cowering out of the way.
JANICE (CONT'D)
What was the..
Ms. Miller closes her notebook.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(sighs)
Look, she doesn’t understand all this.
She acts like everything’s just fine
when it’s not... She’s twelve and acts
like she’s five.
MS. MILLER
(writing)
And you think removing her from the
home would be best for her?
JANICE
(sharp)
It’s the only solution. This...
(motions to Jane)
I can't. No. This isn’t working for
anyone. She needs someone who can
handle... whatever she is.
MS. MILLER
And can I assume she's had extensive
psychiatric work done, already?
Janice looks at Ms. Miller.
JANICE
(looks guilty)
No.... None.
Ms. Miller pauses... Starts a new question for Janice. Then
stops.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(dismissive)
She doesn’t know what’s best for her.
That’s why you’re here.
Ms. Miller watches Jane for a moment, a hint of sadness in her
eyes as Jane clings to her mother, even in the face of
rejection.
MS. MILLER
(to Janice and Benny)
Thank you for your time. I’ll be in
touch regarding the next steps.
Ms. Miller stands, and as she leaves, she casts one last
sympathetic glance at Jane, who is still crouching down in the
hallway.
She leaves.
Janice smiles and gets out of her chair.
Jane scrambles to get back to her room.
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12 -
Sentimental Farewell
INT. JANE’S ROOM – EARLY MORNING (05:30 AM)
It’s the same dark, silent room. Jane sits on the edge of her
bed, her small old suitcase is open on the bed.
She carefully places her few “important” belongings inside: her
smooth stone, a piece of fabric, a tiny broken figurine—small
treasures that only she would hold dear.
She moves slowly, placing each item in its own spot with quiet
reverence, as though these are the only things she can take with
her into the unknown.
INT. JANE’S ROOM – LATER (08:30 AM)
Jane is now seated perfectly still on the bed, her hands in her
lap, staring ahead. The small suitcase sits beside her on the
bed, closed, her few “precious things” safely packed inside.
Janice storms in, glancing around the room with a look of
irritation. She stops when she sees the suitcase.
JANICE
(scoffing)
What the hell is this?
She strides over, grabbing the suitcase without hesitation and
throwing it open. Inside are Jane’s small trinkets, carefully
arranged, but no clothes.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(snarling)
Are you kidding me?
She rifles through the contents with obvious disdain, holding up
the stone, the fabric, and a broken figurine.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Why are you packing?
She storms out, leaving Jane alone. Jane gently places each
trinket back in the suitcase, her face blank but her movements
careful, as though these objects are the only comfort she has
left.
FADE TO BLACK.
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13 -
Struggle for Control
INT. JANE’S ROOM – LATER THAT DAY
Jane sits on the edge of her bed, clutching her small suitcase.
Her trinkets are packed neatly inside, and she stares down at
them, her expression blank.
Her hand rests protectively over the suitcase, as though these
small items are her only anchor.
Janice enters the room, a look of irritation mixed with relief
on her face.
JANICE
(slightly mocking)
You goin' somewhere?
Jane responds with a nod.
JANICE (CONT'D)
So stupid. She's just coming to talk
to me. Me. The adult.
Jane looks up at Janice, searching her face, but Janice’s
expression remains hard.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(sighing)
Now. This time, when I say stay in
your room, I MEAN IT.
Jane stays seated.
JANICE (CONT'D)
STAY!
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14 -
Forced Separation
EXT. FRONT PORCH – MOMENTS LATER
Janice opens the door.
Ms. Miller is there, along with TWO LARGE ORDERLIES in plain
white uniforms.
Ms. Miller holds up a legal document.
MS. MILLER
Janice Johnson, this is an Emergency
Order, signed by a judge, to remove
your daughter, Jane Johnson, from your
home immediately. Do you understand?
Janice fakes a grin.
JANICE
What's with all the drama? Please.
You're doing me a favor.
MS. MILLER
We need to enter.
Ms. Miller and company push in.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Janice, please call Jane to come out.
JANICE
HEY!
Jane is already standing in the hallway, clinging to her
suitcase.
MS. MILLER
(to Jane)
Hi, Jane. Remember me?
Jane nods, reluctantly.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
We're gonna go see some nice people
and you're going to come with us.
Jane nods.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Go say goodbye to your mom.
Jane walks her suitcase over to Janice, eyes wide at the
opportunity for some farewell affection.
JANICE
See ya, squirt.
Jane reaches out and grabs onto Janice.
JANE
Why?
JANICE
Hey, I thought you were a tough girl.
JANE
Mom,.... why?
Jane's emotions spill over.
JANICE
(to Ms. Miller)
Ok. We're done, here.
MS. MILLER
(to Jane)
Come on, sweetheart.
Jane is focused on her mom's face.
Jane's lip quivers.
JANE
Mo... please.
Janice stares back at Jane.
JANE (CONT'D)
I promise I love you.
Ms. Miller gently pulls Jane away from Janice and then Jane
melts down.
JANE (CONT'D)
(scream)
NO!
The two orderlies take Jane from Ms. Miller and carry her, rage
and all, suitcase still in hand, to the front door.
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15 -
Separation Anxiety
EXT. FRONT PORCH – MOMENTS LATER
Jane is carried out of the front door and set down on the porch.
She's clutching her suitcase, her eyes wide as she looks out at
the unfamiliar world beyond the house.
MS. MILLER
Jane, let's do this nice and calm. Is
that alright?
JANE
I don't know.
Janice follows behind, nudging Ms. Miller to move forward, her
impatience evident.
SFX: FRONT DOOR closing.
Jane, now cutoff from going back inside.
JANICE
(sighing)
Go on now... Don't keep the people
waiting.
Jane two steps forward and then hesitates. She looks over her
shoulder at her mom and the closed door just beyond her.
Ms. Miller and TWO MALE SOCIAL WORKERS approach.
Jane has a look of fear on her face.
Jane’s breathing quickens, her grip tightening on her suitcase.
She glances back again at Janice, eyes wide, silently pleading.
Jane shakes her head.
JANE
No.... No.
JANICE
(irritated)
What are you looking at me for?
JANE
No. Mom. No.
MS. MILLER
Let me take that.
Ms. Miller gently takes the suitcase from Jane's hands.
The two male social workers step forward.
The fear now bubbles up in Jane's eyes.
JANE
(shaky voice)
No... no... I don’t... I don’t want to
go.
The two social workers take a gentle but firm hold of Jane.
SOCIAL WORKER
(softly)
Jane, it’s going to be okay. Don't you
worry. We’re here to help you.
Jane’s breathing becomes erratic, and suddenly, she breaks into
a full-blown fit, screaming and trying to pull back toward the
house.
JANE
(screaming)
No! No! I don’t want to go! I want to
stay here!
The two social workers lift Jane off the ground and begin to
carry her to the car.
JANE (CONT'D)
(frantic and crying)
Mom! Mom, please!
Janice watches, arms crossed, unmoved, a faint hint of annoyance
on her face.
SOCIAL WORKER #1
It’s okay, Jane. We’re going to make
sure you’re safe.
Jane struggles against them, kicking and screaming, reaching out
toward the house, her voice filled with desperation.
JANE
Mom!
Janice stands by the door, arms still crossed, watching coldly
as the social workers carry Jane to the car, her screams echoing
in the quiet morning air.
SOCIAL WORKER #2
(gently)
You’re going to be just fine, Jane.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
A Heartfelt Farewell
INT. CAR – MOMENTS LATER
The social workers gently settle Jane into the back seat. She
stares out the window, tears streaming down her face, her gaze
locked onto the house.
SFX: CLUNK!
The car door closes.
INSIDE THE CAR
Janice is visible through the glass, standing on the porch with
an emotionless expression, watching as the car pulls away.
JANE
(whispering to herself)
Please...
HOLD on Jane’s tear-streaked face as she wrenches her neck back,
only to see the house fading into the distance, her mother's
cold figure disappearing from view.
Jane grips the seat with both hands and begins singing: "1000
Oceans" by Tori Amos
JANE (CONT'D)
(singing gently)
These tear I've cried.
I've cried a thousand oceans.
And if it seems I'm floating
In the darkness...
I can't believe that I would keep,
Keep you from flying;
And I would cry a thousand more
If that's what it takes
to sail you home,
Sail you home
Sail you home...
Jane let's go of her grip on the seat and sits back, quiet.
Silence.
Genres:
["Drama","Family"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
A Hesitant Arrival
INT. CAR – DAY
The car slows to a stop in front of Maggie’s house, a charming,
well-maintained home with flowerbeds along the walkway. White
trim and smart-colored siding that feels clean and welcoming.
In the backseat, Jane grips her small suitcase tightly, her
knuckles white. She glances out the window, her face blank, but
her dark eyes flicker with apprehension.
Maggie MARSHALL (42) stands on the walkway, waiting for Jane to
arrive. She's dressed simply but neatly, her expression a
mixture of nervousness and quiet determination.
She waves, a small, hesitant smile crossing her face.
Ms. Miller is there, she walks up to meet Maggie.
SOCIAL WORKER #1 steps out of the car and opens Jane’s door, but
Jane doesn’t move. She stares at the floorboard. Maggie, her
grip on the suitcase tightening.
SOCIAL WORKER #1
You need a hand, Jane?
Maggie speaks to him from the walkway.
MAGGIE
She's fine. Don't rush her. We're not
in a hurry.
Jane’s gaze drops to her lap. A long beat.
Finally, she moves. Her small frame slides out of the car,
clutching the suitcase as if it’s her lifeline.
Her movements are slow, deliberate. She avoids eye contact with
Maggie.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
A New Beginning
EXT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
Jane stands on the walkway, her suitcase gripped tightly in both
hands. She doesn’t look up, her eyes fixed on the concrete
beneath her feet.
Ms. Miller approaches with a warm smile, trying to lighten the
mood.
MS. MILLER
Jane this is Maggie.
No response.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Jane, I have to leave now, but don't
you worry---
Without acknowledging the Caseworker, Jane walks half way to the
door and stops.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
(smiling, to Maggie)
Well... I guess she's ok with that.
MAGGIE
(softly)
Thank you.
The two SOCIAL WORKERS hover awkwardly near the car, unsure how
to proceed. Ms. Miller slips away quietly.
Jane doesn’t respond. The car doors slam shut, and the vehicle
pulls away.
Jane doesn’t turn to watch it leave. Her gaze stays fixed
downward, as if the ground beneath her feet is the only thing
holding her steady.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
A New Beginning
EXT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – FRONT PORCH – CONTINUOUS
Maggie opens the front door, stepping inside, and props the door
open. She walks into the kitchen.
Jane stays.
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – KITCHEN – LATER
Maggie peeks around the corner and checks on Jane.
Jane still stands near the porch, clutching her suitcase.
Maggie smiles and turns back into the kitchen.
MAGGIE (O.S.)
Jane, you want a sandwich?
No reply.
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – KITCHEN – LATER
Maggie peeks around the corner and checks on Jane.
Jane, in the front room, closes the front door.
The soft click makes Jane flinch. She glances over her shoulder,
at Maggie, her eyes wide with a mild panic.
As if she realizes she’s alone with a stranger.
MAGGIE
(taking a step closer)
Hi, sweetheart....
Jane doesn’t respond. Her gaze lingers on Maggie.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Welcome home.
Jane's grip on the suitcase still unrelenting. Maggie smiles
gently, not taking offense.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Okay. Maybe later.... How about I show
you your room?
Jane slowly nods. She takes one last glance at the piano before
following Maggie to her room.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
A Flicker of Hope
INT. JANE’S ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Maggie opens the door to a cozy, softly lit bedroom. The walls
are painted a pale pink, and a floral quilt covers the twin bed.
A small desk with a lamp sits by the window, and a single fresh
daisy stands in a glass vase on the nightstand.
Jane steps inside cautiously, her eyes scanning the room. Her
expression remains unreadable, but her fingers loosen slightly
on the suitcase handle.
MAGGIE
I wasn’t sure what you’d like, but if
there’s anything you want to change,
just let me know.
Jane sets her suitcase down at the foot of the bed and stands
there awkwardly, her hands hanging limply at her sides. Maggie
hesitates in the doorway, sensing Jane’s discomfort.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(softly)
Jane...
It takes a moment, but Jane eventually raises her gaze, her
expression tentative.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(gently)
I know what it feels like... to be set
aside. When I was twelve, I thought no
one cared about me either.
(nods, quiet conviction)
But you know what?... I care about
you.
Jane stares at Maggie, a flicker of hope breaking through her
guarded expression.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(softly)
We’ll get through this. Together.
A long beat as Jane’s eyes search Maggie’s face, trying to
decide if she believes her.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(small smile)
I’m going to make us a sandwich. Want
to help?
Jane hesitates, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but
she stays silent.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(smiling gently)
Okay. Well... if you change your mind,
you know where to find me.
Maggie steps back, propping the door open with a stopper. She
pauses for a moment, glancing back at Jane before heading toward
the kitchen.
Maggie starts to leave, but she pauses, glancing back at Jane.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
And about the piano... If you ever
feel like playing, you’re free to use
it... You won't get in trouble.
The communicate through a stare that lasts just a moment before
Maggie steps out.
Jane remains standing next to, albeit leaning on, her new bed.
Her gaze shifts toward the vase on the nightstand. She reaches
out hesitantly, brushing her fingers over the delicate petals of
the daisy.
HOLD on Jane as she sits down on the bed, her hands resting on
her lap, her expression unreadable.
One thing is for sure: no rocking.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
A Moment of Connection
INT. JANE'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
The faint clinking of dishes waft softly through the open door.
Jane sits on the edge of the bed, clutching her knees. She
stares at the suitcase sitting untouched on the floor.
Her ears twitch at the muffled sounds from the kitchen. A quiet
growl from her stomach pulls her gaze toward the door. She bites
her lip, torn. She knows she’s hungry. She knows sandwiches are
being made.
Jane stands abruptly, takes a single step toward the open door,
then freezes. Her hand hovers near the opening, like she's
testing for safety. Her hands tremble, before she pulls back and
sits down on the bed again, defeated.
The sounds from the kitchen continue, easy and rhythmic. Jane’s
breathing quickens.
Frustration wells up in her eyes, and her hands ball into fists
at her sides. She shuts her eyes tightly as tears start to
stream down her cheeks.
She begins to cry, softly at first, then louder, unable to hold
it in any longer. Her shoulders shake with sobs.
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE JANE'S ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Maggie appears in the doorway, leaning in slightly. Her brow
furrows with concern as she takes in Jane, crumpled on the bed,
tears streaming down her face.
MAGGIE
(softly)
Jane? Honey, what’s wrong?
Jane looks up, startled, her tear-streaked face a mix of fear
and confusion. Her words come out choked and barely audible.
JANE
(through tears)
Why... why did you leave me in here?
Maggie blinks, momentarily caught off guard by the raw
vulnerability in Jane’s voice.
MAGGIE
Oh, sweetheart.
She steps fully into the room, crouching slightly to meet Jane’s
eyes.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(sincerely)
I am so sorry. My mistake.
Jane looks at Maggie like she doesn't know what's happening.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Sweetheart, sweetheart, you don’t have
to wait for me. If you want to come
out, you just come out.
Jane thinks twice.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Just like that.
Jane hears it. She grins.
She extends her hand toward Jane, palm up, waiting. Jane
hesitates, her gaze shifting between Maggie’s face and the
outstretched hand.
A moment passes.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
22 -
A Nurturing Moment
INT. KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER
Maggie leads Jane to the dining table, where a neatly prepared
sandwich and a glass of water sit waiting. The table is modest
but spotless, a centerpiece of fresh flowers adding a touch of
warmth.
Maggie pulls out a chair and gestures for Jane to sit. Jane
looks at the sandwich, her hands hovering near it but not quite
reaching. She glances up at Maggie, unsure.
MAGGIE
(smiling)
Enjoy.
Jane carefully lowers herself into the chair, her fingers
brushing against the edge of the plate. She picks up the
sandwich with both hands and takes a small bite, chewing slowly.
Maggie leans against the counter, watching quietly, her arms
folded loosely in front of her. She doesn’t say a word, giving
Jane the space she needs.
As Jane eats, her shoulders seem to relax, just a little. For
the first time, the quiet feels different—not oppressive, but
safe.
INT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
Maggie, on her laptop. She orders a custom Party Favor, a
laminated Identification Card with "DECISION MAKER LICENSE" on
top and Jane's info.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
A Gentle Encouragement
INT. DINING AREA– CONTINUOUS
Jane sits at the table, her plate now empty except for a few
crumbs. The sandwich and chips are gone, every bite carefully
eaten.
She sits quietly, her hands resting in her lap, glancing
occasionally at Maggie, who stands near the counter, drying a
glass with a dish towel.
Jane shifts slightly in her seat, her eyes flicking toward
Maggie again, hesitant. Maggie notices the glance and lowers the
glass, her tone soft and encouraging.
MAGGIE
It’s alright. You want to leave the
table?
Jane looks at Maggie, unsure. Her lips part slightly, but no
words come out. After a moment, she nods, just barely.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(smiling)
No problem. You don’t have to wait for
me. If you want to leave the table,
just leave the table.
Jane blinks, her expression uncertain as she processes Maggie’s
words.
JANE
(quietly)
Just like that?
Maggie nods, her smile widening just a touch.
MAGGIE
Just like that.
Jane shifts again and then slowly, she stands up from her chair.
She's squirming a bit.
JANE
I have to pee.
Maggie smiles again.
MAGGIE
Ok. It's on the right. Across the hall
from your room. Go ahead.
Jane walks away, hurriedly.
Maggie just smiles and slowly shakes her head.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(to herself)
Sweetest girl, ever.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
24 -
The Unplayed Melody
INT. LIVING ROOM – LATER
The room is quiet. The upright piano sits against the main wall.
It's polished and untouched.
Jane stands in the archway, staring at the piano. She doesn’t
move, her feet rooted to the floor. Her hands hang loosely at
her sides, her eyes fixed on the instrument.
In the background, faint sounds of dishes being washed can be
heard. Maggie walks into view, a dish towel over her shoulder.
She notices Jane standing there, still and silent.
MAGGIE
If you want to play it, sweetheart,
just play it.
(beat)
You don’t have to wait for me.
Jane doesn’t look at Maggie. Her eyes stay on the piano. After a
moment, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jane looks at Maggie.
Maggie knows what's coming.
JANE
Just like that?
Maggie nods, smiling gently.
MAGGIE
Just like that.
Jane doesn’t move. She stays where she is, staring at the piano.
Maggie waits a moment, then turns and walks back toward the
kitchen. The sounds of dishes clinking return.
Jane stays in the archway, her eyes never leaving the piano.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
A Note of Courage
INT. LIVING ROOM – LATER
The piano sits quietly, untouched. Jane stands near it, her
hands clasped tightly in front of her. She glances over her
shoulder at Maggie, who sits on the small sofa across the room.
Maggie smiles gently, her posture relaxed, creating no pressure.
MAGGIE
Go ahead, sweetie, if you want to.
Jane hesitates, her gaze flicking back to the piano.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
There's a cover on the keyboard. You
just need to lift it up and back.
(beat)
Be careful, though. It's heavy.
Jane inches closer, her hand reaching out slowly toward the
piano bench. She pulls it out a little, then stops, glancing at
Maggie again.
Maggie nods reassuringly but stays seated, giving Jane the space
she needs.
Jane slides the bench out further and sits down, her small frame
perched at the edge. She rests her hands on her knees, staring
at the piano cover.
Jane runs her fingers over the smooth surface of the heavy
wooden cover.
Her fingers twitch slightly before she grips the edge of the
cover and lifts it carefully, sliding it back.
The keys are pristine, gleaming faintly in the soft light of the
room.
Jane’s eyes widen just a little as she takes in the sight.
She reaches out with one hand, trembling slightly, and with her
index finger... she plays a single note: Low B.
The sound resonates in the quiet room, low and full, hanging in
the air for a moment before fading.
Maggie pierces her lips as if she's literally trying to hold on
to the moment Jane struck her first key.
Jane waits, holding her breath. Then, she presses the same key
again.
Her hand lingers above the keyboard, her lips parting as if
remembering something distant. She presses the note a third
time, and her voice follows, soft and hesitant.
"Beauty Queen" by Tori Amos (a single note song).
JANE
(singing)
Hah... hah... ha-ha.
She's a beauty queen.
Maggie's eyes have grown large. She is emotional witnessing
this.
JANE (CONT'D)
Ha... in my sweet bean bag
in the street,
Take it down out
to the laundry scene...
Her voice grows a little stronger, the melody haunting. Maggie
watches from the sofa, her face soft with quiet wonder, but she
doesn’t say a word.
JANE (CONT'D)
(singing)
Don't know why she's in my hand.
Can't figure what it is, but...
I lie, lie, lie again.
The room falls silent. Jane’s hand hovers over the keys, her
chest rising and falling as if she’s run a great distance.
Jane slowly lowers the keyboard cover, over the keys and
reverently, to the closed position.
Maggie blinks back a hint of tears, but that makes them break
free even faster.
She clears her throat.
MAGGIE
Jane... you have a beautiful voice.
Jane doesn’t respond. Her gaze stays fixed on the piano, her
hand trembling slightly before she pulls it back into her lap.
Genres:
["Drama","Character Study"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
The Gift of Choice
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
Maggie stands in the foyer, shuffling through mail. She comes
across a small brown envelope, addressed to Jane. A smile grows
on her face.
MAGGIE
Jane... Jane, there's some mail here
for you.
A bewildered Jane comes into the living room from her bedroom.
Maggie hands her the envelope. Jane caresses it like it was
gold.
JANE
Can I open it?
MAGGIE
It's your name on the envelope. You
can do with it whatever you want.
Jane rips open the envelope and reveals an official-looking ID
card: "DECISION MAKER LICENSE".
JANE
(smiling)
What the heck.
MAGGIE
(looking)
Oh, yeah. I saw on your chart that you
didn't have your DML yet.
JANE
I don't understand.
MAGGIE
Jane, you have a license to make your
own decisions.
JANE
Yeah?.
MAGGIE
This makes it official. You can make
your own decisions.
Jane smiles which makes Maggie smile.
JANE
Thank you.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
A Trip to the Store
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
Maggie stands in the kitchen. She's holding a now empty bread
wrapper.
She glances toward Jane, who sits in her usual spot on the edge
of the sofa, knees drawn up and arms wrapped tightly around
them.
Jane watches television, never having so, much before,
enthralled with it.
Jane stares at the screen, her expression peaceful and her eyes
flicker slightly, aware of Maggie’s presence.
MAGGIE
Hey there.
Jane instinctually stands up and turns the TV off. She turns and
looks at Maggie, empty bread wrapper in hand.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Honey, we’re out of bread for
sandwiches. I’m going to the grocery
store to get some.
Maggie pauses, her tone light and inviting.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
You wanna come with me?
Jane doesn’t respond at first. She shifts slightly.
Maggie sees her. Jane looks back, unsure.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Yes? No? It's up to you.
A moment passes.
Jane look to her hands. Inside, she clutches her DML.
JANE
Ok.
Maggie’s smile widens, but she keeps her tone calm and steady.
MAGGIE
Alright. No rush. Grab your shoes, and
we’ll head out when you’re ready.
Genres:
["Drama","Slice of Life"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
A Trip to the Store
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – ENTRYWAY – MOMENTS LATER
Jane shuffles to the door, her shoes loosely tied and her hands
stuffed deep into her pockets. Maggie stands beside her, keys
jingling softly as she opens the door.
MAGGIE
You ready?
Jane nods. She extends one are, her hand inches away from
Maggie, drawing close to her, without touching. Like she was
preparing for a Spanish Armada to reign bullets down on them.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Okay, let’s go.
The two step outside, Jane is inches from being attached to
Maggie's hip. They head toward the car.
EXT. GROCERY STORE PARKING LOT – LATER
The car pulls into the lot. Maggie parks close to the entrance,
turning to Jane as she shuts off the engine.
MAGGIE
We’ll just grab a few things, real
quick. Stick close to me, okay?
Jane nods, her fingers curling and uncurling.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
It’s just a store, sweetheart. Nothing
scary in there, I promise... We'll
stick together. Ok?
Maggie steps out
Jane and Maggie walk away from the car. Jane moves close to
Maggie, again inches from her, her steps small and deliberate.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
A Trip to the Store
INT. GROCERY STORE – ENTRYWAY – CONTINUOUS
The automatic doors slide open, and the bustle of the store
washes over them. Jane stiffens slightly, squinting as though it
were too much, already.
Maggie notices and slows her pace.
MAGGIE
It's ok, sweetheart. Just stick with
me. We will be alright....
(MORE)
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
We’ll just grab bread and a few other
things, then head right back, okay?
JANE
(showing mild panic)
Just bread. Ok? And then we go.
Jane stays close to Maggie’s side as they enter the store.
Maggie picks up a small basket from a stack.
INT. GROCERY STORE – PRODUCE SECTION – CONTINUOUS
Jane follows closely behind Maggie as they walk toward the apple
stand. Her breathing is shallow, her steps hesitant.
Maggie stops in front of the display, picking up two apples.
MAGGIE
(cheerfully)
What do you think, sweetheart? Gala
Apples or Fuji Apples?
Jane freezes, her eyes darting around the bustling store. The
noise—the hum of the overhead lights, the murmur of shoppers,
the clatter of a shopping cart—swirls around her.
She pulls her arms back into her, like a mechanical retraction,
her knuckles tense.
JANE
(barely audible)
No. No. Bread. Just bread.
MAGGIE
(gently)
Ok. We will. We’ll get the bread next.
But apples are nice to have too, don’t
you think?
Jane shakes her head, her chest rising and falling.
She stretches like a morning stretch, but her face is agitated.
She starts to scratch her face.
JANE
(fear speaks)
I can't... I can't.
Jane's physical statue is obvious and visible to the whole
store, it seems.
A hush falls over the immediate area as other shoppers turn to
stare.
A mother with her toddler steps back, clutching her child and
pulling them back.
An older man frowns, muttering under his breath.
A stock boy pauses mid-shelf, wide-eyed.
Maggie blinks, momentarily stunned, but quickly composes
herself.
She gently places the apples back on the stand and turns to
Jane, her tone low and soothing.
MAGGIE
(softly)
It's okay, sweetheart.
Maggie's words work to deflate Jane's growing frustration.
She slowly turns to Jane, shielding her slightly with her own
body.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(to Jane, gently)
It’s alright. Ok. Let’s get out of
here. You’re safe, honey..... I
understand.
She reaches for Jane's hand. Nope. Still retracted.
Maggie leads the way back toward the entrance.
Jane is trembling, her gaze fixed on the floor to avoid the
staring eyes.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
30 -
A Moment of Comfort
INT. GROCERY STORE – ENTRYWAY – CONTINUOUS
The automatic doors slide open, and Maggie ushers Jane outside
into the open air. Jane’s breaths come in gasps, her body rigid.
Maggie crouches slightly to meet Jane’s eye level.
MAGGIE
It’s okay, sweetie. You’re okay.
Jane doesn’t respond, but her breathing slows slightly. Maggie
squeezes her hand gently and leads her to the car.
EXT. GROCERY STORE PARKING LOT – CONTINUOUS
Maggie opens the passenger door and helps Jane into the seat.
Jane curls up, hugging her knees, her face buried in her arms.
Maggie closes the door softly before circling to the driver’s
side.
INT. CAR – CONTINUOUS
Maggie gets in and starts the car but doesn’t pull out
immediately. She glances at Jane, her voice calm and steady.
MAGGIE
We’re heading home now, okay?
Jane doesn’t look up but nods slightly, her body still tense.
Maggie drives slowly out of the lot.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
A Moment of Connection
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LATER
The door to the house swings open, and Maggie guides Jane
inside. Jane moves directly to the sofa, sitting down and
pulling her knees to her chest. Maggie sets her purse down and
kneels in front of Jane.
MAGGIE
Sweetheart, I know that was hard. I’m
sorry I pushed too far... for both of
us. I pushed both of us, way too far.
Jane finally looks up, her face streaked with tears. She doesn’t
say anything but watches Maggie intently, as though gauging her
sincerity.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
You did great, sweetheart. You told me
what you needed, and that was really
important.
Jane sniffs and looks down at her hands, her voice barely a
whisper.
JANE
I just wanted to leave.
MAGGIE
(softly)
Yes. And because you told me that, we
did.
She reaches out slowly, giving Jane plenty of time to pull away.
When Jane doesn’t, Maggie places a gentle hand on her knee.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Next time, we’ll do it differently,
okay?
Jane nods slightly, her body relaxing just a little.
The moment hangs between them—a quiet understanding that healing
will take time, but they’ll face it together.
When Maggie starts to pull her hand away, Jane reaches out and
takes it back into hers.
Jane rubs Maggie's hand.
JANE
Soft.
MAGGIE
You think so.
Still capturing Maggie's hand, Jane lifts it to her own face and
touches Maggie's palm to her cheek.
Both unsure of what it means, but both glad that it happened.
Jane's face goes from bliss to concern to sad to ugly cry face.
JANE
(through sobbing)
I'm sorry.
Jane buries her forehead into the two holding hands.
JANE (CONT'D)
I'm sorry.
Maggie slowly inches in.
MAGGIE
(gently)
No. Shh. Baby girl. You're fine. It's
ok.... You're ok... We're ok.
Maggie is able to get up close to Jane and gently get one arm
around her in an semblance of a hug.
They stay like that.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
32 -
Finding Harmony
INT. LIVING ROOM – LATER THAT DAY
Jane sits at the piano, her small frame perched on the edge of
the bench. Her fingers hover just above the keys, hesitant but
curious. The room is quiet except for the faint sound of
Maggie’s footsteps as she approaches.
Maggie carries a sheet of simple music notes and a pencil. She
sets them on the piano’s stand, her movements deliberate but
unobtrusive.
MAGGIE
(softly)
Wanna see something cool?
Jane nods.
Jane glances at the sheet but doesn’t touch it. Her gaze shifts
to Maggie, her brow furrowing slightly.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
So, check this out. It's so cool.
This key...
(she presses Middle C gently,
letting it ring out)
...is the same thing as this note
right here.
(she points to the
corresponding note on the
sheet)
Jane watches closely, her eyes darting between Maggie’s hand on
the key and the note on the paper. Maggie plays the key again,
holding it a moment longer.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
You can try it if you want.
Jane hesitates, then slowly reaches out. Her finger presses the
key, timidly at first, but the sound resonates clearly. She
glances at Maggie, who smiles.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Good. That’s Middle C. It’s kind of
like your home base.
Jane’s lips press together, her focus narrowing on the piano.
Jane smiles big. And is giddy as the adrenaline runs up her
spine.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Ok. So. Lift up your hands.... Good.
Now, close your eyes... Good. Now open
your eyes.
Jane looks at a few different keys.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Which one is it?
JANE
I don't know.
Maggie steps back slightly, giving her space.
A moment passes.
MAGGIE
Go ahead and try a couple keys. I'll
be right back.
Jane goes to the other room and comes back with a large black
permanent marker.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
We'll just make it super easy and
mark...
With the black permanent marker Maggie makes a tiny dot on
Middle C.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
You see that? The dot on the key and
look... "C" on the sheet music.
Jane looks up at Maggie, grateful.
Maggie blows on the keys to dry the ink.
Slowly, Maggie walks away, having set the stage.
Jane presses a few more keys, the notes dissonant at first. She
pauses, her fingers hovering, then tries again.
This time, the notes form a softer, more pleasing combination.
Her eyes widen slightly.
Jane doesn’t respond, but her hands move with a bit more
confidence now, testing different keys, creating small, simple
patterns.
Maggie listens nearby in the kitchen. Out of sight.
Maggie hangs her head in empathy for the frail girl that has
been through so much. She sobs in silent privacy.
Maggie hears Jane from the other room.
JANE (O.S.)
Good. Good.
Jane presses Middle C again, then pairs it with a higher note.
She frowns slightly, then shifts to another key.
Maggie recovers and leans against the counter. She listens.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
33 -
Finding Her Voice
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON
The sun filters through the curtains, casting warm, golden light
across the room. The piano sits in its place, silent and
waiting. Jane enters, her footsteps soft and hesitant.
She stands near the piano bench, clutching her hands in front of
her.
Her fingers twitch at her sides as she stares, her expression a
mix of longing and apprehension.
Maggie appears in the kitchen doorway, drying her hands on a
dish towel. She pauses, watching Jane from afar, saying nothing.
Jane finally lowers herself onto the bench, her small frame
barely making a sound. She presses a single key: C.
The note rings out, low and steady, filling the quiet room.
JANE
(softly, to herself)
Good.
She presses another key—D. The sound is higher. She frowns
slightly, then presses both keys together. The combination feels
off.
JANE (CONT'D)
What's this one?
She tries again: Middle C and E. This time, the notes blend more
harmoniously. Jane tilts her head, listening intently.
JANE (CONT'D)
(whispering)
Better.
(loud)
And this one?
Maggie stands in the doorway.
MAGGIE
Another one?
Jane nods.
Permanent marker in hand, Maggie labels G.
Both of them blow on the freshly marked key.
JANE
Is it ready?
MAGGIE
Yeah, go ahead.
Jane finds Middle C again, then a higher note—G. The sound is
fuller now, richer.
Jane’s lips part slightly, her eyes softening as she begins to
play a simple pattern: C, E, G, C.
JANE
(quietly singing)
Hah... hah... ha-ha.
Her voice falters, barely audible. She stops playing, her hand
hovering above the keys.
Maggie takes a small step forward, careful not to startle her.
MAGGIE
(softly)
It’s okay, sweetheart.
Jane glances over her shoulder, her brow furrowed.
JANE
(quietly)
Too loud?
Maggie smiles gently, setting the dish towel aside.
MAGGIE
You’re allowed to be loud here.
Jane’s gaze drops back to the keys.
She presses Middle C again, tentatively. The sound feels safer
now, more familiar.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Remember? Middle C? That’s home base.
Jane nods, her fingers brushing the keys lightly. She doesn’t
play, but she doesn’t move away either.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
You know, when I was your age, I used
to make up little songs all the time.
Jane’s head tilts slightly, her eyes flicking toward Maggie.
Jane’s fingers hover over the keys again. Slowly, she plays the
simple pattern from earlier: C, E, G, C. Her voice follows, soft
and shaky.
JANE
Hah... hah... ha-ha.
She stops abruptly, her hands pulling back into her lap.
JANE (CONT'D)
(whispering)
Sorry.
Maggie reaches out, placing a gentle hand on Jane’s knee.
MAGGIE
Don’t be sorry. That was beautiful.
Jane stares at the piano, her jaw tightening.
JANE
(softly)
One day this will go away.
Maggie’s brow furrows.
MAGGIE
Will what go away?
JANE
This... feeling inside.
Maggie’s chest tightens. She places her other hand over her
mouth.
Maggie clears her throat.
MAGGIE
Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.
JANE
(innocent)
No?
Maggie slowly shakes her head.
MAGGIE
And neither is this piano.
Jane’s lips tremble.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(softly)
You deserve this, precious...
Maggie thinks twice.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
And... you deserve to be... happy.
Jane stares.
JANE
Are you happy?
MAGGIE
Mostly. Yeah.
Tears well up in Jane's eyes.
Continuing to look at Maggie, Jane plays two quick notes.
JANE
(whispering)
But what if... I break it?
Maggie smiles, a tear slipping down her cheek.
MAGGIE
Then we’ll fix it... together.
How's that?
Jane nods.
Jane looks back at the piano. Her hand reaches out again,
trembling, and she presses Middle C one more time.
The note rings out, low and steady.
Jane's expression is a mix of fear and hope.
Genres:
["Drama","Character Study"]
Ratings
Scene
34 -
Anxious Melodies
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
The clock on the wall ticks softly.
Jane sits at the piano, her fingers tentatively pressing keys,
trying to remember a pattern she liked earlier.
She hums faintly to herself, her body relaxed in a way that’s
becoming less rare.
Maggie stands in the kitchen, glancing at the clock. 12:58. She
dries her hands on a towel, smoothing her nerves.
MAGGIE
(cheerful)
Jane, sweetie, we have a visitor
stopping by in a few minutes. Ok?
Jane doesn’t respond at first, too absorbed in the piano. Then
she looks up, curious.
JANE
Visitor?
MAGGIE
(friendly, measured)
The nice lady who brought you here—Ms.
Miller. She’s just stopping by to see
how you’re settling in.
Jane freezes, her fingers hovering above the keys.
Suddenly, Jane runs down the hall and into her room.
EXT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – FRONT PORCH – CONTINUOUS
Ms. Miller approaches the house, a folder tucked under her arm.
She steps onto the porch and rings the doorbell.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
35 -
Facing Fears
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
The doorbell chimes.
JANE (O.S.)
(panicked)
No...
Maggie enters the foyer from the kitchen, glancing back at
Jane's door.
MAGGIE
(loud enough)
It’s okay, sweetheart. She’s just here
to check on you, that’s all.
JANE (O.S.)
(pleading)
No!
Maggie keeps her voice calm.
MAGGIE
(loud enough for Jane)
Sweetheart, she’s not here to take you
anywhere.
Ms. Miller steps inside, her expression gentle but observant.
Jane slowly steps around the corner.
MS. MILLER
Hi, there.
Jane presses her hands together.
JANE
No.
MAGGIE
(softly)
Honey, no one’s taking you anywhere.
You’re staying right here.
Jane looks at Maggie, her breathing slowing.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
I have to chat with Ms. Miller. Want
to play the piano?
Jane reluctantly nods.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Good. We’ll be in the next room.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
36 -
Anxiety at the Piano
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Jane sits at the piano, Jane exhales shakily, her hands
retreating to her lap, her gaze fixed on the keys. Her small
frame hunches slightly, as if trying to make herself invisible.
INT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
Maggie sits at the small kitchen table with Ms. Miller, her
hands loosely clasped on the surface. She glances toward the
doorway, where the faint sound of the piano drifts in.
MAGGIE
She’s okay. Just a little overwhelmed.
MS. MILLER
(sincerely)
I understand. These visits can be...
difficult.
Maggie sighs, her fingers brushing through her hair. She
hesitates before speaking, her tone thoughtful.
MAGGIE
It’s my fault. I didn’t talk about you
coming until just a few minutes ago.
MS. MILLER
Ah, poor thing. She’s not used to
having visitors.
Maggie’s gaze softens, and she shakes her head slightly.
MAGGIE
No. She’s not used to feeling safe.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
37 -
A Moment of Hope
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Ms. Miller glances toward the living room from her seat, her
eyes catching a glimpse of Jane at the piano. Jane’s fingers
hover over the keys again, her body still, her expression
cautious but focused.
MS. MILLER
(softly, to Maggie)
She seems comfortable here.
Maggie follows Ms. Miller’s gaze and offers a small smile.
MAGGIE
She’s trying.
Ms. Miller makes a note on her clipboard.
MS. MILLER
Did you see where Jane went when she
felt threatened?
Maggie shakes her head.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
She went to you. She trusts you. And
that is what I love to see.
Ms. Miller nods, listening for Jane for a beat before turning
her attention back to Maggie.
MAGGIE
This is going so well.
MS. MILLER
Good.. That's good. Right?
MAGGIE
I'm wondering.
MS. MILLER
Hey. I know what you're wondering...
and you're doing great.
MAGGIE
(smiles)
No.... I was wondering if this can be
permanent.
MS. MILLER
(nodding, smiling)
Oh.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
38 -
The Cookie Choice
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING
The warm glow of a table lamp fills the living room. Jane sits
on the sofa, legs tucked beneath her, absentmindedly thumbing
through an old magazine. Maggie enters with a small plate of
cookies and sets it on the coffee table.
MAGGIE
I thought you might like a little
treat.
Jane glances at the plate, her hands still, uncertain.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
You can have as many as you want. Or
none. Totally up to you.
Jane’s brow furrows as she looks at Maggie, confused.
Maggie notices that Jane's "Decision Maker" card is under her
hand on the table.
Jane hesitates, her gaze darting between the plate and Maggie’s
face. Jane’s fingers inch toward the plate, pausing just before
touching a cookie.
Jane picks up one cookie, then hesitates before taking another.
She holds them both carefully, like fragile treasures. Maggie
watches her with a warm smile.
Jane takes a small bite of the cookie, savoring it.
For a moment, her expression softens, a flicker of something
close to happiness crossing her face.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(leaning back)
Great job.
Jane chews slowly, her gaze distant. When she finally looks at
Maggie, her voice is quiet but steady.
JANE
(whispering)
Decisions.
MAGGIE
It's fun. Right? Making your own
decisions.
Jane's face registers a little blank.
JANE
What happens if I make bad decisions?
MAGGIE
That’s okay, too.
(beat)
That’s part of having a license. You
learn as you go.
Jane frowns slightly, considering this. She takes another small
bite of her cookie, her body relaxing just a little.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(softly)
You’ve got this, sweetheart. I believe
in you.
Jane doesn’t respond, but her grip on the cookie loosens, and
for the first time, she leans back into the sofa, her posture
less guarded.
Jane looks down at the cookie in her hand.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
Echoes of Emotion
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EARLY MORNING
The room is dim, bathed in the faint gray light of dawn. The
clock on the wall reads 5:29 AM.
Jane sits at the piano, her posture relaxed but focused. She
gently presses the keys, exploring combinations—some harmonious,
others dissonant. Her movements are confident, deliberate.
Her voice rises softly, fragile yet determined, as she begins to
sing a passage.
Acapella: "Bells for Her" by Tori Amos.
JANE
(singing)
And through the life force and there
goes her friend
On her Nishiki, it's out of time...
Her hands find the "dissonant pairs," striking the keys with
conviction. The dissonance hangs in the air, beautiful and
jarring, yet somehow fitting.
JANE (CONT'D)
(singing, more assured)
And through the portal they can make
amends
Hey, would you say whatever we're
blanket friends...
The melody flows, her voice trembling slightly but gaining
strength. Each note resonates with emotion, filling the quiet
house.
In the hallway, Maggie stands hidden in the shadows, her hand
pressed to her mouth. Tears stream down her face as she listens.
She doesn't dare interrupt.
JANE (CONT'D)
(singing, her voice rising)
Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what's on its way...
Genres:
["Drama","Music"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
Melodies of Encouragement
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – LATER THAT MORNING
The living room feels warm and lived-in. Maggie sits nearby on
the sofa, folding laundry. She glances up from time to time,
listening to Jane’s music.
Jane finishes a section of her song and lets her hands hover
above the keys. Maggie sets the laundry aside and smiles warmly.
MAGGIE
That sounded beautiful, sweetheart.
Jane shrugs, brushing her hair back nervously.
JANE
I’m just playing.
MAGGIE
(softly)
Feels good though, doesn’t it?
Jane nods faintly but doesn’t look up. Maggie stands and moves
to the piano, placing a small recorder on the stand.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
You know, I used to love hearing
myself play, like on a recording.
Jane's not sure about that.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Back when I was your age. Helped me
hear things.
JANE
(skeptical)
I don’t think I want to hear things.
No sign of disappointment on Maggie's face. Just a grin.
MAGGIE
(smiling)
That’s okay. Just leave it here. It’s
your choice if you want to try it.
Maggie steps back, giving Jane space. Jane watches her go, her
gaze shifting between the recorder and the piano keys.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
Finding Her Voice
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – LATER THAT DAY
The room is quiet now. Jane sits alone at the piano, staring at
the recorder.
Her hand hovers over it for a long moment before she presses the
record button.
The red light blinks.
Jane takes a deep breath and begins to play. Her melody is soft,
tentative at first, but grows more assured.
She hums along, then lets her voice rise with the music.
JANE
(singing softly)
Can’t stop what’s coming...
Can’t stop what’s on its way...
Her voice falters. She stops playing abruptly, her hand shaking
slightly as she rewinds the recorder and presses play.
Her own voice fills the room. She listens intently, her
expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty. It doesn’t sound
as bad as she expected.
A small smile breaks across her face, but she quickly suppresses
it. She presses record again, this time playing and singing
through the entire section.
Genres:
["Drama","Music"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
Echoes of Family
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – DINING AREA – EVENING
Jane and Maggie sit across from each other at the small dining
table. The atmosphere is warm and comfortable. Maggie places a
bowl of mixed nuts in the center, smiling.
MAGGIE
So... did you do it?
Jane looks down, fiddling.
JANE
(quietly)
Maybe.
Maggie leans forward slightly, her tone gentle.
MAGGIE
You know what? I think I’d love to
hear it sometime. That ok?
JANE
Uh... I don't know.
A moment passes.
MAGGIE
Maybe we can play it at dinner one day
—make it our family music.
Jane’s eyes widen slightly, and she glances up at Maggie.
A moment passes.
Jane looks in her lap.
JANE
(calm)
I don't know why you are saying that..
You know I don't a family no more.
MAGGIE
(gently)
Oh, sweetheart.
Jane whimpers and cries.
Suddenly she stands up and marches to her bedroom. Door closed.
Maggie sits alone at the table, watching the emotional dust
settle around her.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
43 -
Determined Hearts
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – KITCHEN – DAY
Maggie sits at the small kitchen table with Ms. Miller. A stack
of documents sits between them, along with Maggie’s half-
finished cup of tea. Ms. Miller holds a professional but warm
demeanor, sensing Maggie’s seriousness.
MAGGIE
(steady but nervous)
I’ve been thinking... more than
thinking, really.
Ms. Miller waits for the end of that scary sentence.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
I want to adopt Jane.
Ms. Miller, sighs in relief, sets down her pen, studying Maggie
carefully.
MS. MILLER
Well, that’s a big decision. And from
everything I’ve seen, you’ve been
wonderful for her. But... it’s not
that simple.
Maggie nods, already expecting the caveat.
MAGGIE
I understand, but... I can’t imagine
her being anywhere else. Not now. Not
after everything.
Ms. Miller’s expression softens, but she maintains her
professional tone.
MS. MILLER
Legally, her birth parents, Janice and
Benny, still hold their parental
rights.
MAGGIE
(astonished)
What?
Ms. Miller nods.
MS. MILLER
Yes. And the thing is,... they would
have to relinquish those rights before
any adoption could proceed.
Maggie leans back slightly, her brows furrowing.
MAGGIE
They have never...
MS. MILLER
I know.
MAGGIE
...not in any real way, ever. And from
what I’ve heard from Jane...
(scoffs)
they weren’t exactly... ideal.
Ms. Miller sighs, folding her hands on the table.
MS. MILLER
That’s putting it kindly. But unless
their rights are terminated through a
court, or they voluntarily give them
up, they still have a say.
Maggie’s jaw tightens, a flicker of frustration crossing her
face.
MAGGIE
And what if they don’t want to give
her up?
Ms. Miller pauses, choosing her words carefully.
MS. MILLER
Then it becomes a legal matter. The
court would need to determine what’s
in Jane’s best interest.
Maggie's blank stare is real.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
And Maggie... you need to be prepared.
If they push back,... or the Judge
doesn't see things the same way...
this could get... messy.
Maggie takes a deep breath, her determination evident.
MAGGIE
This little girl deserves a home where
she’s safe, loved, and valued. I’m not
backing down.
Ms. Miller smiles faintly, impressed by Maggie’s resolve.
MS. MILLER
(softly)
I’ll support you in this. But it’s
going to take time, and you’ll need to
stay patient...
Ms. Miller looks suddenly sheepish.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Ugh... I will reach out to the
Johnson's when they return... from
their cruise...
MAGGIE
What?...
Suddenly Maggie notices jane in the hall.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Hi.. Jane. Sweetheart.
Jane retreats.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(to Ms. Miller)
I’m patient. I just... need to know
that we’ll get there.. She deserves to
go forward... not backward.
Ms. Miller places a reassuring hand on the stack of papers.
MS. MILLER
We’ll take it step by step. But
Maggie... she’s lucky to have you.
Maggie exhales slowly, a small, grateful smile breaking through
her nerves.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
44 -
A Clash of Rights
INT. JANICE AND BENNY’S LIVING ROOM – DAY
The room is dimly lit and cluttered, with a stained couch, empty
beer cans, and an ashtray overflowing on the coffee table.
Janice sits on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on her phone.
Benny slouches in an armchair, a can of beer resting on his
knee, the TV droning in the background.
The doorbell rings. Benny groans, dragging himself up to answer
it. He opens the door to reveal Ms. Miller, holding a folder.
Her expression is professional but cautious.
BENNY
(eyeing her warily)
You’re that social worker, right?
MS. MILLER
I'm Jane's Caseworker. Right. I am
here to discuss Jane with you both.
Benny raises an eyebrow and steps aside, letting her in. Janice
glances up from her phone, mildly interested.
JANICE
(from her seat)
Jane? What about her?
Ms. Miller stands, waiting to be asked to sit. She isn't.
MS. MILLER
Well, there is some news. Can we sit
and talk about it.
Janice casually gestures with her free hand at the recliner.
Ms. Miller sits.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Janice, Benny, I’m here today because
Jane's foster parent, Maggie, is
interested in adoption.
Janice’s eyebrows shoot up, and she straightens in her seat.
JANICE
Adoption? What. Like... permanent?
MS. MILLER
Yes.
JANICE
(unimpressed)
Huh. Imagine that.
MS. MILLER
And part of that process, in order to
proceed, you would be asked by the
courts, to give up your Parental
Rights.
JANICE
(immediate response)
Fuck that.
Janice scoffs, leaning back dramatically.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Oh, so now someone wants her. That’s
rich.... I ain't given up nothing.
She's my daughter and that's that.
MS. MILLER
Janice... this isn’t about people's
perception of you.
JANICE
(nasty)
Oh yeah? What's it about?
MS. MILLER
(slowly)
It’s about Jane’s future.
JANICE
(cutting in, pointed)
Future? Future? That’s easy for you to
say. You’re not the one that has to
deal with the fallout...
They stare.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Everyone whispering about how I’m some
kind of monster mother who hands her
kid over to some fuckin' stranger.
Janice glares at Benny, frustrated with his silence.
BENNY
(shrugging)
I say let her go.
JANICE
(snapping)
Oh, yes. You would.. Shit, people are
talkin' already! That woman on the
boat.
(to Benny)
How the fuck did she find out about me
anyway?
BENNY
(back peddles)
I don't know...
MS. MILLER
Look, Jane is thriving where she is...
She has made remarkable progress.
Don't you want that to continue?
Turning back to Miller, her voice dripping with irritation.
JANICE
Ok, Ms. Caseworker, if she’s doing so
well, maybe I deserve some kinda
credit then. Twelve years... huh?
Where's my 'thank you'?
MS. MILLER
(firmly)
Ms. Johnson. This is not a
transaction. The safety and well-being
of a twelve-year-old girl are the only
issues on the table here.
JANICE
(with a sharp laugh)
Safety? Look around, lady. We’ve been
spoiling her with safety for the last
12 years.
Janice leans in slightly, her eyes narrowing, voice dropping to
faux sweetness.
JANICE (CONT'D)
I think that deserves some... yeah,
compensation. Don’t you?
BENNY
(murmurs, uneasy)
Janice, maybe it’s better this way...
you know, without all the
responsibility again.
Janice snaps her gaze straight at Benny.
JANICE
(defensive)
Responsibility? Oh, please. I carried
that burden her entire life, and now
Ms. Maggie Magpie gets to step in and
play the hero?
Benny plops back into his armchair, disinterested.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Like I said... fuck that.
BENNY
Well... if she's better off there and
we're better off here...
MS. MILLER
Actually, she's thriving.
Ms. Miller’s expression tightens, but she remains professional.
Janice’s ears perk up at the word "thriving." Her expression
shifts, a shallow, self-serving glint in her eyes.
JANICE
Thriving, huh? What does that even
mean?
MS. MILLER
She’s doing well emotionally,
socially, and creatively. She’s even
discovering a talent she has for
music.
Janice smirks, crossing her arms.
JANICE
Well, I’ll be. She’s finally acting
normal.
Benny takes a sip of beer, shrugging.
BENNY
Good for her, I guess... What does any
of this have to do with us?
MS. MILLER
If you’re willing, Benny---
JANICE
He's not.
MS. MILLER
(to Benny)
If you officially relinquish your
parental rights to Jane, it would
allow Jane to have a healthy,
permanent, stable home with Maggie.
Janice’s smirk deepens as she taps her nails on the armrest.
JANICE
(to Benny)
And we get nothing out of it.
Ms. Miller pauses, carefully measuring her words. She turns to
Janice and then back to Benny.
MS. MILLER
What you get out of it, is the
satisfaction of knowing that Jane is
safe and cared for.
Janice laughs, a sharp, cold sound.
JANICE
Satisfaction doesn’t pay the bills,
lady.
Benny shifts uncomfortably, sensing the tension rising.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Please. If she’s doing so well, maybe
Jane belongs back here.
Ms. Miller’s expression hardens slightly, though she keeps her
tone even.
MS. MILLER
Returning her to an environment where
she experienced significant emotional
harm would not be in her best
interest.
Ms. Miller checks her temperature and takes a calming breath.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
This isn’t about you or Maggie. This
is about what’s best for Jane.
Janice tilts her head, feigning innocence.
JANICE
Well, I guess we’ll just have to see,
won’t we?
Ms. Miller stands, sensing the conversation is over.
MS. MILLER
Ok. I’ll be in touch.
She stands up to leave, but Janice calls after her.
JANICE
Oh, and.... next time, bring some
actual numbers. Let’s talk...
compensation.
Ms. Miller walks to the door, glancing back with quiet resolve.
She takes a breath, her voice steady.
MS. MILLER
Jane’s safety isn’t for sale.
She exits without looking back.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
45 -
A New Beginning
INT. MS. MILLER’S CAR – MOMENTS LATER
Ms. Miller sits in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering
wheel tightly. She takes a deep breath, frustration and concern
flickering across her face.
MS. MILLER
(to herself)
This isn’t over.
INT. MAGGIE'S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING
Maggie sits on the sofa, her hands resting gently in her lap.
She takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. Jane enters,
her footsteps soft and careful. Maggie pats the cushion beside
her.
MAGGIE
Jane, honey, come sit with me.
Jane hesitates but then moves over, sitting down cautiously. She
glances at Maggie with a hint of curiosity.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(softly)
There’s something I’ve been wanting to
talk to you about.
Jane’s gaze drops to her hands, fingers fidgeting with the edge
of her shirt.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(smiling)
You know... these last few months with
you have been... some of the best
months of my life.
Jane glances up, unsure of where this is going.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(voice steady, warm)
And I just want you to know that...
uh... I love you.
Jane nods.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
So much. You’ve changed my life in
many ways.
Jane's eyes widen, a mixture of hope and uncertainty.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
And I was thinking... maybe... maybe
our time together...
Jane's posture stiffens.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
... doesn’t have to end.
Jane’s brow furrows, not quite understanding.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(taking a breath)
What I’m trying to say is... I’d like
you to be with me... all the time.
JANE
Like...
MAGGIE
I want to adopt you.... I want you to
be my daughter...
Maggie cracks emotionally.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(sniffles)
Is that okay with you?
The words hang in the air, tender and careful. Jane looks at
Maggie, stunned.
JANE
(small voice)
Your daughter?
Maggie nods, her eyes soft and unwavering.
MAGGIE
Yes, sweetheart.
JANE
Just like that?
Maggie giggles uncontrollably.
MAGGIE
(smiling)
Yes, you beautiful girl. Just like
that.... If I adopt you, it makes this
official... so you will always be safe
and you'll always have a place where
you belong.
Jane’s hands tremble, and her lip quivers.
JANE
(whispering)
You want me to be your...
Maggie’s eyes well up, but she tries not to break again.
MAGGIE
Oh, honey... yes. More than anything.
A sob catches in Jane’s throat And Jane risks, she launches
herself into Maggie’s arms, holding on tight.
Maggie wraps her up, stroking her hair gently.
JANE
(crying)
I thought... nobody wants me.
MAGGIE
(softly)
You are so wanted. So loved. And you
always will be.
Jane buries her face in Maggie’s shoulder, her arms gripping
tightly as though afraid to let go.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(smoothing Jane’s hair)
If it’s what you want too... we can
make it forever.
Jane nods against Maggie’s shoulder, her small frame trembling
with emotion.
JANE
(whisper)
Ok.
Maggie pulls back just enough to look at her face, wiping away
Jane’s tears with her thumbs.
MAGGIE
(smiling)
Forever, then.
Jane’s face breaks into a smile—a real one—her eyes bright and
filled with hope.
Maggie holds Jane is this tender moment as the reality of safety
and belonging settles into Jane’s heart.
Genres:
["Drama","Family"]
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Scene
46 -
Fear of the Unknown
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – AFTERNOON
Jane sits on the edge of the sofa, her knees drawn to her chest,
absentmindedly flipping through a magazine without really
looking at it. The piano sits untouched in the corner.
Maggie enters the room slowly, holding a cup of tea in her
hands. She pauses, studying Jane for a moment before sitting
down across from her.
MAGGIE
Jane, sweetheart... I need to talk to
you about something.
Jane tenses, her grip tightening on the magazine. She doesn’t
look up.
JANE
Am I in trouble?
MAGGIE
Oh, no. Not at all. It’s just... about
something we have to do. Together.
Jane finally looks up, her dark eyes filled with apprehension.
JANE
What?
MAGGIE
(gently)
Did you hear what I said? We're going
to do this together.
JANE
(smiles)
Ok.
Maggie sets the cup down on the coffee table, her hands resting
in her lap.
MAGGIE
Do you remember your Caseworker, Ms.
Miller?
JANE
(nods)
Yeah.
MAGGIE
Well, she let me know that your birth
mother—Janice has been told that I
plan to adopt you.
JANE
Why?
MAGGIE
I'm sorry?
JANE
Why does she need... You're my mom
now. Why does she...
Jane crumbles in tears and a big frown.
JANE (CONT'D)
She's gonna be so sad. Why did you
have to tell her?
Jane’s face immediately drains of color. She stiffens, her
breathing quickening.
Maggie leans forward, her tone calm and steady.
MAGGIE
No. No. Sweetheart. She 's fine. But
she did want to make sure that you
were happy here with me... Are you?
JANE
(sarcastic)
Dah.
MAGGIE
Ok then... They’re going to come and
attend a meeting here. Just one.
That’s all.
Jane shakes her head violently, tears welling in her eyes.
JANE
No.... no. She's gonna see me, see how
my face looks, and is gonna take me
back. She's gonna try to make me
leave.
MAGGIE
(softly)
No one is making you leave, Jane. No
one.
JANE
You don’t know everything about her.
She'll look for a way. She always
does.
Maggie reaches out but stops herself, giving Jane space.
MAGGIE
Listen to me, Jane. You are safe here.
And I’m not going to let anything
happen to you. I promise.
Jane looks down, her hands sweaty.
JANE
(quietly)
I don’t want to see her.
MAGGIE
Ok. You won’t have to. I’ll handle it.
Jane nods slightly but remains visibly shaken.
She glances toward the piano, but instead of moving toward it,
she pulls her knees tighter to her chest.
MONTAGE: JANE WITHDRAWING
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
The piano sits untouched. Jane sits on the sofa, staring out the
window, her face blank. Maggie moves quietly in the background,
giving her space.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
47 -
Silent Distress
INT. JANE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Jane sits on her bed, rocking slightly, her arms wrapped around
her knees. The recorder Maggie gave her rests on the nightstand,
untouched.
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – KITCHEN – MORNING
Maggie makes breakfast, glancing toward the living room where
Jane sits silently, her back to the piano.
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – EVENING
Maggie enters the living room, holding two cups of tea. Jane is
curled up in the corner of the sofa, staring at the blank TV
screen.
Maggie sets one cup in front of Jane and sits beside her,
keeping a respectful distance.
MAGGIE
I haven't seen you play in a while.
Jane doesn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the TV. Maggie doesn’t
push further, simply sitting quietly with her.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
48 -
Navigating Hope: A Mother's Concern
INT. COUNSELOR’S OFFICE – DAY
The room is warm and inviting, with soft lighting and shelves
filled with books and framed photos.
Maggie sits across from DR. RIVERA (50s), a child psychologist.
A notepad rests on Dr. Rivera’s lap, a pen poised between their
fingers.
DR. RIVERA
Jane’s making remarkable progress, but
there’s something I wanted to discuss
with you.
Maggie leans forward, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
MAGGIE
Of course. What’s going on?
Dr. Rivera adjusts their glasses, choosing their words
carefully.
DR. RIVERA
Jane suffers from a very real
condition referred to as DPD or
Dependent Personality Disorder.
Maggie’s face tightens slightly with concern.
MAGGIE
Dependent...?
DR. RIVERA
It’s a condition where a patient
struggles to make decisions without
constant reassurance.
Maggie nods slowly, absorbing the information.
DR. RIVERA (CONT'D)
It's a fear of separation a lot of
times causing them to cling to others.
MAGGIE
(nodding)
Check.
DR. RIVERA
Even expressing disagreement or
opinions, specially with people they
depend on.
MAGGIE
Ok. Is it... because of everything
she’s been through?
Dr. Rivera leans back, tone thoughtful but direct.
DR. RIVERA
Predominantly, yes... The condition
often stems from severe childhood
trauma, meaning, abuse and neglect.
Maggie shakes her head.
MAGGIE
Absolute monster.
DR. RIVERA
In Jane’s case, the physical abuse,
particularly during her critical
developmental years, those are the
specifics that likely contributed to
her symptoms.
Maggie exhales deeply, her expression a mix of sorrow and
determination.
MAGGIE
Can she recover? I mean... fully?
Dr. Rivera offers a small, reassuring smile.
DR. RIVERA
With the right support, yes. She’s
already making strides—her attachment
to you is a positive sign. But it’ll
take time.
Maggie nods.
DR. RIVERA (CONT'D)
And Ms. Marshal, it will not be easy.
MAGGIE
Ok.
DR. RIVERA
Trust, consistency, encouragement,
these are critical.
MAGGIE
(sincerely)
She has all of that with me.
Dr. Rivera nods approvingly.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
49 -
Facing the Future
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
The house feels quieter than usual. Jane sits at the piano, her
fingers lightly pressing the keys, though no melody comes. She’s
lost in thought, her anxiety palpable.
Maggie enters, holding a cup of tea. She sits down across from
Jane, setting the tea on the coffee table.
MAGGIE
How are you feeling about tomorrow?
Jane doesn’t look up, her fingers still hovering over the keys.
JANE
(softly)
I don’t want to see her.
Maggie nods, her tone calm and steady.
MAGGIE
I know, sweetheart. And if I could,
I’d keep you from ever having to.
But...
She pauses, carefully choosing her words.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
This meeting is important. If she
agrees to sign, it will mean no one
can ever take you away again.
Jane glances up, her brow furrowed.
JANE
What if she won’t sign?
Maggie leans forward slightly, her voice firm but gentle.
MAGGIE
Then we’ll keep fighting. Together.
Jane looks down at her lap, her hands clenched tightly.
JANE
I don’t know if I can see her.
Maggie smiles faintly, reaching out to place a hand over Jane’s.
MAGGIE
You’ve already done harder things,
sweetheart.
JANE
(nodding)
Yeah.
MAGGIE
This is just one more step.
Jane remains silent. Maggie doesn’t push further, giving her the
space she needs.
MONTAGE: THE NIGHT BEFORE THE MEETING
INT. JANE’S ROOM – EVENING
Jane sits on her bed, staring at the recorder Maggie gave her
weeks ago. She presses play, listening to her own voice singing
softly. It’s shaky but steady, a reminder of how far she’s come.
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT
Maggie prepares a small dinner, her movements deliberate and
focused. She glances toward the living room, where Jane sits
quietly, staring at the piano.
INT. JANE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Jane crawls under the covers, clutching the small stuffed bear
Maggie gave her. The clock ticks softly as she stares at the
ceiling, her mind racing.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
50 -
Facing the Unknown
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – THE DAY OF THE MEETING
The morning light streams through the windows. Jane sits on the
sofa, her posture tense. She’s dressed neatly, her hair brushed,
but her hands fidget in her lap.
Maggie enters, holding a glass of milk for Jane. She sets it
down and sits beside her.
MAGGIE
You look beautiful, sweetheart.
Jane glances up, her lips pressing into a tight line.
JANE
(laughs out loud)
I feel like throwing up.
Maggie smiles gently.
MAGGIE
You and me both.
They both laugh.... And the laughing grows.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(cackling)
Can you imagine if we both barfed all
over everyone?
Jane is holding her stomach, wincing from how hard she's
laughing.
JANE
Stop. You're gonna make me cry from
laughing too hard.
Maggie reaches out, brushing a stray strand of hair from Jane’s
face... and then pretends to barf on her.
This creates another round of cackles and laughs.
MAGGIE
Ok. Ok. We've got this. And I’ll be
right there with you the whole time.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway breaks the quiet.
Jane stiffens, her eyes darting toward the window.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
(softly)
They’re here.
JANE
(smiling)
Time to barf.
Jane takes a deep breath, her hands trembling. Maggie places a
hand over Jane’s, steadying her.
MAGGIE
Remember, precious, this is your home.
After a long pause, Jane nods.
JANE
Okay.
Maggie stands and moves toward the door. She glances back at
Jane, her expression reassuring.
MAGGIE
Just breathe, sweetie. You’re stronger
than you think.
Jane's expression a mix of fear and quiet determination as
Maggie opens the door.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
51 -
Tensions Rise: A Confrontation Over Custody
INT. LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Janice and Benny step inside, their presence casting a heavy
tension over the room.
Janice’s smile is forced, her eyes scanning the house
critically.
JANICE
Well, isn’t this... quaint.
Jane stands with her hands clenched at her sides but her posture
steady.
Jane’s face has the weight of the moment sinking in.
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Janice steps further into the room, her eyes darting around
critically. She touches a picture frame on a side table, tilting
it slightly.
JANICE
Well, this is... cozy.
Benny lingers near the doorway, hands in his pockets, clearly
disinterested. He glances at the piano, raising an eyebrow.
BENNY
Didn’t know she played.
Maggie steps between Janice and the rest of the house, her body
language protective but composed.
MAGGIE
Can I get you something to drink?
Coffee? Tea?
JANICE
(waving it off)
Oh, no, thank you. We won’t be staying
long. Just wanted to see how our
little Jane is doing.
Her tone drips with faux sweetness, her words cutting. Maggie
doesn’t flinch.
MAGGIE
Well... she’s doing wonderfully.
JANICE
(raising an eyebrow)
Is that so?
Janice looks at Jane.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Well, I’ll be. She looks... almost
normal.
Jane's shoulders tighten, and her breath quickens, but she stays
rooted, her fingers gripping the edge of her shirt.
MAGGIE
(calming but firm)
She’s more than normal. She’s
thriving.
Janice lets out a soft, mocking laugh and walks toward the
piano. She brushes her fingers over the keys.
JANICE
Thriving, huh? Must be nice... getting
all this attention. I hope you’re not
spoiling her. You know how kids can
get.
Maggie’s jaw tightens, but her tone remains level.
MAGGIE
Yes. She deserves every bit of love
and care she’s getting.
Janice smirks, her eyes narrowing.
A tense silence fills the room. Benny shifts uncomfortably but
says nothing. Janice’s smirk falters for a split second before
she regains her composure.
JANICE
Well, people change, don’t they? Who
knows? Maybe I’ve turned over a new
leaf. You know. Make amends.
Jane’s breathing quickens, her eyes wide with panic. She leans
back.
Maggie notices but keeps her focus on Janice.
MAGGIE
If you truly wanted to make amends,
just sign the adoption papers.
Janice tilts her head, feigning innocence.
JANICE
Oh, but what’s the rush? I was just
telling Benny how much I missed her...
the little darling.
JANE
(to Maggie)
See?
JANICE
(interrupting)
Maybe Jane belongs back with her real
family.
JANE
(to Maggie)
See?
The words hang in the air like a bombshell.
Maggie’s eyes narrow, her voice steely. She physically arranges
herself directly in front of Janice, her back to Jane.
MAGGIE
(calmly but direct)
Hey, this isn’t about what you want.
It’s about what’s best for Jane.
Janice takes a closer look at Maggie, her tone turning cold.
JANICE
And who decides that? You?...
Maggie's stare doesn't back down.
JANICE (CONT'D)
Some do-gooder foster mom playing
house with my daughter?
Maggie straightens, her calm exterior unwavering.
MAGGIE
The court will decide. And any decent
person would know the answer to that.
Janice scoffs, standing up, brushing past Maggie and heading
toward the door.
JANICE
We’ll see about that. Maybe I need to
have a little chat with my lawyer.
She turns back, her smile sharp and insincere.
JANICE (CONT'D)
You know,... for Jane’s sake.
Benny shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he follows
her out. The door slams shut behind them.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
52 -
A Moment of Solace
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Jane's knees pulled to her chest. She’s trembling, tears
streaming silently down her face.
Maggie rushes to her side, kneeling down.
MAGGIE
(softly)
Jane... Jane, look at me.
Jane lifts her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with fear.
JANE
She's going to take me back.
Maggie places her hands on Jane’s shoulders, her voice steady
and reassuring.
MAGGIE
No, sweetheart. She won’t. Not while
I’m here.
Jane hesitates, her breathing slowing slightly as Maggie pulls
her into a hug.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
You’re not going anywhere. I promise.
Jane clings to Maggie as the weight of the encounter settles
over them.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
53 -
Tea and Tension
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – KITCHEN – DAY
Maggie sets a pot of tea on the table.
Ms. Miller and the ATTORNEY sit across from her, papers spread
across the dining table.
ATTORNEY
I think that what you're doing for
Jane is incredible. It's mature.
You're giving Jane a stable home,
security.
MAGGIE
Thank you...
Maggie's expression softens. She drifts for a moment.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Yeah, well, I try.
ATTORNEY
And... we need to be realistic about
the challenges ahead.
Maggie sits down, clasping her hands tightly.
MAGGIE
Janice doesn’t care about Jane.
MS. MILLER
Exactly. And we will show the court
that Jane’s progress is tied to the
environment she's in now.
The attorney flips through a folder, pulling out a blank form.
ATTORNEY
One thing that will help is a personal
statement. Write about Jane’s growth,
your connection, and why this home is
the best place for her.
Maggie nods, a flicker of determination crossing her face.
MAGGIE
I can do that.
ATTORNEY
Janice will likely try to argue that
Jane’s progress isn’t due to you, but
her own resilience.
MAGGIE
I don't doubt it.
ATTORNEY
We’ll counter that with specifics—like
her music, her stability here, and the
testimony from Dr. Rivera.
Maggie exhales deeply, her shoulders relaxing slightly.
MAGGIE
She’s not the same girl who walked
into this house.
Ms. Miller places a hand on Maggie’s arm, offering a reassuring
smile.
MS. MILLER
And that’s because of you.
MAGGIE
Thank you.
MS. MILLER
Maggie...
Ms. Miller thinks twice.
MAGGIE
What?
MS. MILLER
There is... something we need to
address.
Maggie freezes slightly, her hand resting on the teapot.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Part of the disclosure is a background
check...
The color drains from Maggie's face.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
It came up during...
Hard to finish that sentence, but no need.
MAGGIE
That was... a long time ago. I was
sixteen.
MS. MILLER
We’re not here to judge you.
ATTORNEY
But we do need to clarify... There is
one tiny detail that can help us.
MAGGIE
Ask away.
ATTORNEY
Was it a private adoption, or was your
daughter placed into the custody of
the state?
Maggie glances between them, her breath shallow.
MAGGIE
It was private.
There is a collective sigh between them
MS. MILLER
Thank God.
MAGGIE
(softly)
Why?
ATTORNEY
It removes any concern about a pattern
of abandonment. Private adoption is
way more favorable.
Maggie exhales, her shoulders relaxing slightly.
MS. MILLER
You’ve built a strong case for Jane,
Maggie. This detail doesn’t change
that. We just need your transparency.
MAGGIE
(nods, resolute)
I’ll be honest about everything.
Ms. Miller thinks twice.
MS. MILLER
(grinning)
Well, it's something that you and
Janice have in common.
MAGGIE
What?
Ms. Miler nods and smiles.
MS. MILLER
Yep. She had Jane when she was
sixteen.
Maggie’s grip tightens on her teacup, her gaze steady but her
emotions bubbling under the surface.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
54 -
Melodies of Joy and Reflection
INT. MAGGIE’S LIVING ROOM – EVENING
The room is warm, lit softly by the golden glow of a table lamp.
Jane sits cross-legged on the floor near the piano, flipping
through a glossy song books.
Maggie slowly lowers one in front of her titled:
Tori Amos: The Complete Piano Songbook.
MAGGIE
That's for you.
Jane runs her fingers over the cover.
JANE
(excited)
What? Really?
MAGGIE
Yep. Pick out a song and we'll do it
together.
Maggie walks away.
Jane runs her fingers across the pages with curiosity.
Maggie returns from the kitchen, carrying two water bottles. She
sets them down.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Find anything?
JANE
(grinning)
Yeah! This one. This one.
Maggie peers at the music, tilting her head.
MAGGIE
Oh,... that one’s a little quirky.
Jane hops up, her excitement bubbling.
JANE
You play, you play, and I’ll sing.
Please?
Maggie chuckles, taking her seat at the piano.
MAGGIE
Alright. But if I mess up, it’s your
fault. You picked it.
Jane laughs and sits on the bench beside Maggie, nudging her
shoulder playfully.
Maggie begins to play, the quirky rhythm and dissonant chords
filling the room.
Jane leans in, her voice matching the playful energy of the
melody. She performs like she was on Broadway.
JANE
(singing)
I think it's perfectly clear
We're in the wrong band...
Maggie chuckles mid-note but keeps playing, her fingers dancing
across the keys.
Jane gets back into character, her voice lilting with humor and
exaggerated drama.
JANE (CONT'D)
Ginger is always sincere
Just not to one man...
Jane's voice and her face turn a little to the dark side.
JANE (CONT'D)
She called me up and she said
You know that I'm drowning...
Her face comes back to Vaudeville and she continues.
JANE (CONT'D)
It's the dog trainer again!
He says that he thinks that she needs
more hands!
Maggie bursts into laughter, her hands slipping on the keys
momentarily. Jane collapses onto Maggie, both giggling
uncontrollably.
MAGGIE
(laughing)
You’re incredible.
Jane grins, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She calms.
JANE
We make a good duo...
Maggie leans back on Jane slightly, studying Jane’s face.
MAGGIE
The best.
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – LATER
Maggie sits alone at the kitchen table, a notebook open in front
of her. The pen moves deliberately as she writes her statement.
MAGGIE (V.O.)
Jane came to me broken, unsure of her
own...
A sense of shame flows through her. Stops her.
Maggie covers her mouth.
She looks in the direction of Jane's room.
She slowly shakes her head.
Genres:
["Drama","Family"]
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Scene
55 -
A Bond of Understanding
INT. JANE’S ROOM – LATER
Knock Knock.
Jane sits on her bed, looking at the songbook.
A moment passes.
Jane looks up.
MAGGIE
Jane. Sweetheart... I have a secret.
A moment passes.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
And I want to tell it to you.
JANE
Ok.
Maggie comes in and sits on the bed, facing Jane.
MAGGIE
Jane, I had a little girl of my own
once.
Jane just stares at her.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
And... I am ashamed to say it. But, I
gave her away.
JANE
Why?
MAGGIE
Because I couldn't take care of her
properly. I was too young.
JANE
Young like me?
MAGGIE
Actually just like you. 16.
JANE
Did you love her?
Maggie response is closed off. She clears her throat.
Her lips are pierced. She nods.
MAGGIE
(voice cracks)
Yes.
JANE
And those people... were they mean to
your baby?
MAGGIE
Oh, no. They were very loving. They
love her very much.
A moment passes.
JANE
Do you love me?
Maggie can barely answer.
MAGGIE
Yes. I do.
JANE
But if you loved her, and they loved
her, and they were nice to her, and
you love me, and you are nice to me...
Maggie can only nod.
JANE (CONT'D)
That's ok.
Maggie nods.
MAGGIE
Thank you, sweetheart.
JANE
For what?
MAGGIE
For understanding.
Jane takes the cassette player and her only two cassettes and
show's Maggie.
JANE
There are a lot of things.. I
understand better.
MAGGIE
Yeah?
JANE
These were... my mom's before.
Maggie’s eyes narrow.
MAGGIE
What do you mean?
JANE
(softly)
These two tapes. These wonderful
tapes.... Tori made them.
Jane shows Maggie closer.
JANE (CONT'D)
Under The Pink and Boys For Pele.
MAGGIE
Janice’s?
Jane nods.
JANE
Yeah. They were in this old box when I
was a little kid... And I just kept
them.
Maggie watches and listens.
JANE (CONT'D)
I listened... and it was like...
someone finally understood me. Tori.
Like she just... knew what it felt
like. Like someone had hit her too.
MAGGIE
How did it feel?
JANE
It made everything go away. Not
forever, but for a little while.
Maggie can only barely hold it together.
JANE (CONT'D)
Everything. The bad stuff. The hurt.
My mom being mean.
Jane’s voice trembles but she keeps going.
JANE (CONT'D)
She was there. Tori. When I... felt
hurt... and alone. She was there.
Maggie’s eyes glisten with tears.
JANE (CONT'D)
And now... I don't listen to these
cassettes anymore.
A long, aching pause.
Maggie reaches out and touches Jane’s hand.
MAGGIE
Why's that?
JANE
Because I have you.
Jane looks up, her eyes wet but steady.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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56 -
Reflections of Growth
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
The pen moves deliberately as she continues.
MAGGIE (V.O.)
Jane came to me broken, unsure of her
own worth... But slowly, she has
grown.
She pauses, staring at the words, her eyes glistening. Her
breathing grows unsteady, and she wipes her cheek with the back
of her hand.
MAGGIE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Her laughter, her music, her voice—all
of it is hers, and it has blossomed
here, in this place... a place she
feels safe.
Maggie’s hand trembles slightly as she writes the next line.
MAGGIE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
She deserves to stay in the one place
she can truly call home.
Her pen hovers, the weight of the moment settling over her. A
single tear slips down her cheek, but she brushes it away,
steeling herself.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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57 -
Facing the Judgment
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
Jane sits on the sofa, her posture tense but upright. The clock
ticks loudly in the silence. She stares at the front window, her
feet firmly on the floor.
Sitting in the sofa facing her, Maggie sits, closely observing,
like a nurse monitoring Jane's vitals.
Through the window, Jane sees a car pull into the driveway.
SFX: THUMP
Jane's breath quickens, but only slightly. She sees Janice and
Benny stepping out of the car.
SFX: THUMP
Jane doesn't stare, no. Instead, she looks to Maggie. Maggie
smiles.
MAGGIE
I'm here. You're ok.
Jane nods.
Janice adjusts her coat, glancing around with a look of
judgment. Benny follows sluggishly, hands shoved in his pockets.
Jane’s hands slide down each side of the sofa cushion. But no
grip follows. Her hands come back out and up on her lap.
Again, her glance turns to Maggie.
Maggie smiles and gives a little approving nod.
Jane sees Janice leading the way up the walkway, her heels
clicking against the concrete. Benny shuffles a step behind her,
his gaze drifting lazily.
SFX: THUMP
Her eyes stay glued to Janice, through the window, tracking her
every step.
The doorbell chimes.
SFX: Thump
Jane takes a deep breath and looks at Maggie.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Are we ready?
Jane nods with a grin.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
58 -
Tension in the Living Room
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – ENTRYWAY – CONTINUOUS
Maggie steps into the foyer, casting a quick glance back at
Jane, who hasn’t moved. Her voice is calm and soothing.
MAGGIE
Just remember, you’re already home.
Maggie opens the door, revealing Janice and Benny. Janice
immediately plasters on a tight, fake smile. On her wrist, a
single seashell bracelet dangles.
SFX: From Jane's perspective the DIALOGUE is muffled, hollow.
JANICE
Well, hello there.
MAGGIE
Janice. Benny. Come on in.
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
The living room feels smaller, the air heavy with tension.
Maggie gestures toward the seating area. Janice and Benny step
inside. Janice’s gaze sweeps the room with thinly veiled
disdain.
Jane watches them from the sofa, her breathing shallow but
slowing. Her gaze locks on Janice’s face, the familiar sharpness
of her features a cruel reminder of everything she’s endured.
MAGGIE
Why don’t we all sit down?
Janice takes a seat on the armchair, crossing her legs with
exaggerated elegance. Benny flops onto the edge of the couch.
Maggie sits next to Jane, leaving a small space between them.
Jane's breathing is audible, but steading.
MAGGIE (CONT'D)
Would anyone like anything?
JANICE
(snickering)
Oh, don’t fuss over us.
Jane’s eyes stay on Janice. She reaches to grip her knees, but
then pulls back.
MS. MILLER
(off-screen)
Hello? Maggie, I’m here.
Ms. Miller enters the living room, a folder in hand. Her
presence adds a layer of formality to the room.
MAGGIE
(to Ms. Miller)
Please, have a seat.
Ms. Miller sits down in a chair positioned near the coffee
table.
Jane looks at Ms. Miller.
MS. MILLER
Hi, Jane.
Jane smiles.
Ms. Miller opens the folder, glancing briefly back at Jane.
Jane watches Janice lean back in the armchair, the woman’s
critical eyes darting between the furniture and the framed
photos on the wall.
Jane looks down at her hands, which tremble slightly.
She forces herself to look up, her eyes meeting Maggie’s. Maggie
gives her a small, reassuring nod.
The doorbell. The entry. The sitting. It all led to this moment.
A flicker of strength passes over Jane's face.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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59 -
A Voice of Belonging
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
The room feels charged, the quiet before the storm.
Jane sits on the sofa, her hands clasped tightly, and then
loosely, in her lap.
Janice shifts in her seat, clearly enjoying her element, her
smile sharp and saccharine.
Benny slouches, distracted, fidgeting with his watch.
Ms. Miller clears her throat, breaking the tension.
MS. MILLER
Thank you for coming today. As you
know, this meeting is about Jane's
future and the next steps.
Maggie glances at Jane, offering a small, encouraging smile.
Jane’s fingers move slightly, but remain calm.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
Maggie has expressed her desire to
adopt Jane, providing her with the
stability and the care that she has
thrived under....
A round of smiles and grins, minus Janice.
MS. MILLER (CONT'D)
However, you, Janice, must consent to
the adoption by surrendering your
parental rights.
Janice leans back, feigning consideration, but her tone drips
with her stubborn nature.
JANICE
I said it before and I'll say it
again. I'm not surrendering anything.
Jane's face settles somewhere between "Here we go." and flat out
irritation.
Maggie stiffens, her calm demeanor masking the fire beneath.
Ms. Miller’s face is a mask of professional neutrality.
MS. MILLER
Janice, I acknowledge what you've
said, but the primary concern here,
and the reason for this meeting, is
to consider Jane’s well-being.
Janice waves a dismissive hand.
JANICE
Yeah, of course. I know. I know. Blah,
blah, blah....
Maggie interjects.
MAGGIE
(firm but calm)
Janice, let’s be clear here.... This
is Jane’s home.
Jane quietly sighs relief and settles in.
Janice’s smile falters, a hint of irritation flashing across her
face. Benny shifts uncomfortably but says nothing.
Jane's gaze moves to Maggie, then back to Janice. The faint echo
of her mother’s past cruelty whispers in her mind.
JANICE
No! I’m not signing.
Silence.
Everyone freezes.
Jane looks at the end table next to the sofa. Her "Decision
Maker License is laying there.
She hesitates. But then, she reaches for it. Secures it in her
hands. Both hands on her lap.
Silence.
Jane looks at Janice.
JANE
(a new voice)
You know... I remember things...
Janice looks up, startled, her bravado faltering.
JANICE
(half-laughing, defensive)
What are you even...
Jane’s voice grows steadier, louder, a lifetime of buried pain
surfacing.
While speaking, Jane continues to stare at Janice.
Jane, without expression, slowly touches her face.
Janice’s smirk fades into panic.
JANICE (CONT'D)
(raising her voice)
You’re making this up—don’t start your
stories, Jane.
Jane ignores her. Her gaze like a laser, her voice unwavering.
Janice's face grows angry and embarrassed.
JANE
Why?
Janice’s mouth opens, but no words come out.
Benny shifts in his seat, looking away.
Maggie watches Jane, tears brimming in her eyes.
JANE (CONT'D)
Why?
Janice stands abruptly, her face flushed with anger. She looks
directly to Jane
JANICE
(one loud shout)
Stop!
Jane straightens ever so slightly. She takes a breath, her hands
calming.
JANE
(quiet but firm)
No... I won't stop.... And at some
point... people will start to hear me.
Janice blinks, taken aback.
JANICE
What did you say, you little---
JANE
The truth.
Jane's voice doesn’t falter now, the emotion in her chest
fueling her resolve.
JANICE
(insulted)
What the---
The words land like a punch.
Janice recoils slightly, her composure slipping.
Maggie watches, pride and concern mixing in her expression.
JANE
You came here, today, to ruin
everything... That's all you know.
Janice sputters, her facade crumbling.
JANICE
How dare you—
JANE
(interrupting, strong)
No! You don’t get to talk over me
anymore.
Silence. The room feels frozen. Jane’s chest rises and falls
with the effort of her words, but she doesn’t stop.
JANE (CONT'D)
(through sniffles)
I have a place now... Can't you see
that?
Jane looks around the home.
JANE (CONT'D)
Listen to me. I have a family now...
And it’s not you.
Janice sits back, stunned into silence.
Benny stares at Jane, his usual indifference replaced with
something unreadable.
Ms. Miller’s expression softens, a flicker of approval in her
eyes.
Jane’s hands stop trembling, and she doesn’t look away.
Maggie places a steadying hand on her back, a quiet show of
support.
MAGGIE
Janice, I need an answer..
The finality in Maggie’s tone leaves no room for argument.
Janice looks away, her lips pursed tightly.
Benny rubs the back of his neck, muttering something
unintelligible.
There's a rumble under the surface of Janice's expression. She's
so mad she's trembling. It finally bubbles up and over.
JANICE
(defeated)
Fine.... I'll sign.
The room is silent.
Ms. Miller closes her folder, standing.
MS. MILLER
Thank you. I'll send over the
paperwork...
Maggie stands too, her hand still on Jane’s back. Jane remains
seated. There's a look of resolve on her face.
MAGGIE
Thank you for coming.
JANICE
Whatever.
Jane stands up, out of respect for a guest. Everyone notices.
JANE
(slight smile)
Yes... Thank you for coming.
Silence.
JANICE
(coldly)
Let’s go, Benny.
Janice storms out, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
Benny follows, casting one last glance at Jane before slipping
out the door.
Benny slowly gets to his feet. He pauses. He looks at Jane. He
nods with a slight grin, and then leaves.
The sound of the front door closing echoes through the house.
Jane's face is flushed, her hands still trembling slightly.
Slowly, she looks up at Maggie.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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Scene
60 -
A Moment of Empowerment
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Maggie turns to her, placing her hands gently on Jane’s
shoulders.
MAGGIE
(softly)
You did it, Jane. You stood up for
yourself.
A single tear slips down Jane’s cheek. She nods, her voice
barely a whisper.
JANE
Yes, I did.
As the weight of the moment settles, the quiet is no longer
oppressive—it feels like freedom.
INT. MAGGIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
The living room is calm, the air lighter after the storm of
Janice and Benny’s departure.
Jane, still sitting on the couch, her hands resting lightly on
the cushion. Her expression is contemplative, her body relaxed
but focused.
Ms. Miller sits nearby, her folder resting closed on the coffee
table. Maggie stands in the doorway, watching silently.
MS. MILLER
(softly)
You’ve had quite a day, haven’t you,
Jane?
Jane glances at Ms. Miller, then at Maggie, who gives her a
gentle nod of encouragement.
JANE
(quietly)
It wasn’t that bad, actually.
MS. MILLER
(smiling)
You were strong. I could see that.
Jane and Millers gaze lingers. Jane grows a smile.
Jane stands and walks to the piano. No explanation needed.
Jane nods slightly, taking a deep breath. Her hands settle on
the keys, and she begins to play.
The opening notes of
Solo: “Icicle” by Tori Amos.
JANE
(singing, tentatively)
Icicle icicle
Where are you going
Where are you going...
Her voice grows steadier with each passing moment. Her
uniqueness blooming.
Ms. Miller watches intently, her expression softening.
Maggie steps back in. Her hand lightly touching Jane's shoulder
as she passes the piano bench.
Jane plays the haunting dissonant piano lines.
Jane begins to move her body, slightly at first, a little
forward and then a little back, mirroring the music.
And then slowly but steadily, the music pulls her in. The
rocking grows more pronounced, her entire posture reflecting her
immersion into the melody. She's in it. Immersed.
JANE (CONT'D)
(singing, stronger now)
Icicle icicle
Where are you going
I have a hiding place
When spring marches in
Will you keep watch for me
I hear them calling
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down...
The melody softly ends, tragic and beautiful. It fills the room
with emotion.
Jane’s hands pull gracefully back off the keys, her breath soft
and peaceful.
Ms. Miller leans forward slightly, her eyes glistening with
emotion.
MS. MILLER
(verge of tears)
Oh my God... That... that was
unforgettable.
MAGGIE
(nodding)
Yes... literally.
Jane lifts her head, her chest rising and falling as she
breathes deeply.
MS. MILLER
(still caught up)
Thank you... Jane... for sharing that.
JANE
(blushing)
Sure.
Jane walks to a smiling Maggie and stops directly in front of
her. Jane gently lifts a strand of hair from Maggie's forehead.
Maggie's expression cracks.
MAGGIE
I love you.
JANE
Me too.
Jane's gaze won't let go of Maggie's. Maggie wraps her arms
around Jane.
A moment passes.
Janes mouth is close to Maggie's ear. A secret.
JANE (CONT'D)
(whisper)
Mom.
HOLD ON Jane and Maggie.