FADE IN: INT. MAYA'S FLAT - KITCHEN - NIGHT A narrow kitchen at the top of an old London building. Mugs piled in the sink. A laptop on the table, its fan working harder than anyone else in the room. MAYA ELLIS (31), sweater with a hole at the elbow, reads the screen with her chin on her fists. Two clocks on the fridge: a real one that says 1:40, and a paper one, drawn in marker, labelled LOS ANGELES. LEO (O.S.) Is it done? MAYA It's written. It isn't formatted. LEO (27), her brother, shuffles in wrapped in a duvet and reads over her shoulder. LEO Why is half the dialogue in the middle and half of it isn't? MAYA (not looking up) Word happened. He pours tea from a pot that went cold an hour ago. Drinks it anyway. LEO When's the deadline? MAYA Midnight in Los Angeles. She looks at the paper clock. Counts on her fingers. MAYA (CONT'D) Eight in the morning. Here. LEO Then go to bed. MAYA Then go to bed yourself. He takes the teapot with him, which is how she knows he means it. Alone, Maya scrolls back to page one. MR. BRENNAN (V.O.) A reader decides on page one whether you know what you are doing. DISSOLVE TO: INT. FILM SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY (FLASHBACK) Rain on tall windows. MR. BRENNAN (60s), corduroy jacket, holds a single printed page between two fingers, the way you hold something the cat brought in. MR. BRENNAN (not unkindly) Before your story has even said hello. Twenty-year-old Maya, in the second row, writes that down. INT. MAYA'S FLAT - KITCHEN - NIGHT Present day. Maya cracks her knuckles. MONTAGE - MAYA FIXES THE SCRIPT - A speech sits at the left margin. She puts the cursor in it and makes it dialogue. It slides into its column. - One character, three spellings: ROSA, Rosa, ROSE. She picks one. - Nine CUT TOs in a row. She deletes every one and enjoys it. - The page count in the corner drops from 131 to 117. END MONTAGE. INT. MAYA'S FLAT - KITCHEN - LATER SUPER: 6:40 A.M. Grey light. Maya asleep on her arms beside the laptop. Her phone buzzes against a mug. The screen says ABUELA. She answers without lifting her head. INT. ROSA'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS ROSA (78), Maya's grandmother, waters geraniums on a windowsill in Madrid with the phone wedged under her chin. She has been up since five. INTERCUT - MAYA / ROSA ROSA (in Spanish, subtitled) Did you sleep? MAYA (in Spanish, subtitled) A little. ROSA Your voice has no sleep in it. Did you send it? MAYA Not yet. An hour left. ROSA Your grandfather wrote letters to the newspaper for forty years. Never sent one on time. MAYA Did they print them? ROSA Never. Send yours. She hangs up without saying goodbye, as always. INT. MAYA'S FLAT - KITCHEN - DAY SUPER: 7:52 A.M. Maya, dressed now, hair still a disaster, scrolls the last page. Her phone buzzes. A text from Leo: "did u send it". She turns the phone face down. INSERT - LAPTOP SCREEN The contest's upload page. A countdown: SUBMISSIONS CLOSE IN 00:07:48. BACK TO SCENE She drags the PDF onto the page. Clicks SUBMIT. A small wheel spins. And spins. ON THE SCREEN: "Thank you. Your script has been received." Maya lies down on the kitchen floor. MAYA (to the ceiling) Formatted. FADE OUT. MIDNIGHT, PACIFIC TIME Written by Maya Ellis Maya Ellis maya.ellis@example.com