INT. BEDROOM - APARTMENT - DAY
The sweet silence of slumber. Suddenly, an alarm clock on a
nightstand SHRIEKS the operatic tones of Maria Callas.
A well-manicured hand, nails painted pink, slaps the snooze
button and mutes Maria. A few seconds reprieve.
Then, another clock, stationed on a dresser, broadcasts the
FORTISSIMO POUNDING of the "William Tell Overture." Toes,
also painted pink, swing out of bed and run to the dresser.
LETTY MAYER, late 20s and beautiful, turns off the music.
She opens a dresser drawer and surveys panties that are
arranged by color, from white to beige to black. Behind the
panties are rows of bras, also organized by color. Letty
pulls out some taupe undergarments, checks them against her
nails and replaces them in favor of a pink bra and panties.
Letty goes to her closet and removes a tailored, pink linen
suit. She lays it on the bed. Beast, her cat, jumps on the
bed and settles into the jacket. Letty swoops the animal off
her clothes and brushes cat hair from the suit. .
Listen, Beast. What have I told
you about linen?
The scolding is cut short by an "Urge Overkill" song that
SCREAMS OUT from another room. On cue, Letty heads down the
hall, dressing as she goes. She CLUCKS for Beast to follow.
INT. KITCHEN - SAME
Letty turns off the alarm clock that BLASTS "Urge Overkill"
from the counter and checks the time against her watch.
She swings open a cupboard to look at cans of cat food
arranged by type. Seafood on the left, chicken in the
middle, then, naturally, beef. Letty reaches for a can.
(looking at Beast)
It's liver saute.
Letty considers the cat a moment, and chooses another can.
Fine, then, chicken in gravy. But
you're going to have to eat the
INT. BATHROOM - SAME
Letty puts the finishing touches on her make-up and pulls
back her hair, plastering an errant curl into place with hair
spray. Yet another alarm clock sounds, this time BLARING the
voice of shock jocks MARK AND BRIAN.
INT. ENTRY HALL - SAME
Letty hurries down the hall and turns off the clock, which is
mounted near the front door. She bends down to kiss the cat
good-bye, grabs a briefcase and leaves.
EXT. HALLWAY - CHASEN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - DAY
A school bell BUZZES. Grade-schoolers, clutching lunch
pails, scurry past Letty, who stands outside an office door.
She straightens her jacket, takes a deep breath and starts to
turn the handle.
Letty is stopped cold when CHANDRA, 7, the victim of a bloody
nose, runs up to her, bawling.
Miss Mayer. Miss Mayer.
Letty looks quickly at Chandra, her watch, the door.
Goodness, this is a bad one. Tip
your head back.
She bends down and pushes back Chandra's head. Chandra, off
balance, places one very bloody hand on Letty's jacket lapel,
staining it for all eternity.
Letty, grimacing, takes the bloody hand firmly in her own and
guides Chandra down the hall, coaxing the child as she goes.
Come on. Pinch it, Chandra. Pinch
INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - CHASEN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - LATER
PRINCIPAL GAIL LAUER, 40s, sits in uncomfortable silence with
BILL JOHANSEN, the 50-something school Superintendent. Also
present are MRS. MONTES, who is a School Board Member, and
two other BOARD MEMBERS.
Principal Gail glances at the clock. Mrs. Montes taps her
foot. Johansen clears his throat.
Well, I have a full calendar today,
and I'm afraid...