A sun-blasted sky. We HEAR radios -- one piece of music after
1 EXT. 101 FREEWAY - DAY
Cars are at a standstill. It's a horrific traffic jam.
Morning rush hour. Sun beating down, asphalt shimmering in the
heat. The blown-out downtown L.A. skyline hovers in the
We DRIFT past more CARS. Hear one snippet of audio after
One driver taps his steering wheel to PROG ROCK. Another
sings to OPERA. A third raps along to a HIP-HOP track. We
move from a RADIO INTERVIEW to a FRENCH BALLAD to TECHNO,
until finally we begin to hear...
...a new, original piece of music... [ANOTHER DAY OF SUN]
We settle on the CAR from which this new tune is playing.
The driver is a YOUNG WOMAN. She hums along to the riff on
her radio -- then starts SINGING.
Then -- she EXITS her car. Then -- she starts MOVING down the
One by one, more DRIVERS join her -- SINGING and DANCING
along. Without a single cut, we've found ourselves in a FULL-
FLEDGED MUSICAL NUMBER...
Drivers leap on car-tops, dance Jerome Robbins-style, making
use of the road and the hot gleam of the automobiles. Arms
swaying, feet banging, dancers darting, as the MUSIC blasts.
We WEAVE and SWIRL and DART between and around the cars,
taking the magic in...
Finally -- all the drivers swing back into their vehicles --
and the song comes to a dramatic stop.
Flash title card:
A1 We settle on a new car. A 1983 Dodge Riviera. In it is
SEBASTIAN, 32, L.A. native. He's listening to the radio. He's
playing a track on his music system -- a tape of Thelonious
Monk's "Japanese Folk Song". But he keeps stopping it, over
and over and over -- always rewinding to the same exact spot.
C1 We DRIFT from his car to one further up ahead. A light-green
2005 Prius. Inside is MIA, 27, Nevada-raised. Six years of
"no" in L.A. have toughened her, but she's still a dreamer.
She seems to be on the phone, speaking into her car's system.
Fast, fiery, full of energy --
...and I swear to God, she was wrecked.
It was pure insanity.
Mia stops. Thinks. Mutters to herself: "Insanity"... Then
leans down and grabs a piece of paper from the passenger
seat. It's a SCRIPT.
Pure lunacy. Oh God, I know...
Just then -- the traffic around Mia starts to let up. She's
too focused on her lines to notice.
Then -- a long, sustained honk behind her: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT.
Mia comes to. Jerked back to reality. The honking car behind
her swerves into the next lane. It's Sebastian. Mia gives him
the finger. We then FOLLOW her as she drives...
4 INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
Mia works, photos of Hollywood icons on the wall behind her, as --
This doesn't taste like almond milk.
Don't worry, it is. I know sometimes it --
Can I see the carton?
Mia hands it over. The Customer looks.
CUSTOMER #1 (CONT'D)
I'll have a black coffee.