 STRAIGHT JACKET
By Antoinette Lavonne Johnson – Queenflix / RealityDundidItAgain / R.C. Queen

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INT. ABANDONED LUXURY LOFT – NIGHT

Lightning flickers through the tall glass windows. The city hums outside, but inside it’s pure tension. The room smells of expensive liquor and danger. Six women sit around a glowing glass table — but only one has the real power.

Maksha (M-A-K-S-H-A) sits at the head.
Dark hair slicked back, black silk blouse slightly open, diamond choker glinting under the neon light.
One manicured hand stirs her glass of cognac… the other rests on a chrome-plated pistol.

MAKSHA
(low, slow)
You know… people think a straight jacket is something they put you in to keep you from moving.
(leans forward)
But for me? It’s something I put you in… so you can’t run when I come collect.

The other girls exchange smirks — they know the storm is coming.

GIRL #2 (LYRA)
Maksha… who we talking about tonight?

MAKSHA
(eyes cold, but lips curled in a smile)
Everybody who thought I’d forget.
Everybody who owed me… respect… money… loyalty.
And tonight, they get their receipts.

She stands, every inch of her dripping boss energy, heels clicking against marble like a countdown clock.

MAKSHA (CONT’D)
Since thirteen years old, I been feeding people plates they didn’t deserve.
Now?
I’m serving last meals.

The crew shifts — a mix of fear and excitement. Maksha walks toward the window, looking down at the city like a queen over her kingdom.

MAKSHA (CONT’D)
Wrath.
Rapture.
Revenge.
But don’t get it twisted — I’m not just here to end ’em.
I’m here to wake ’em.
The light of truth burns hotter than fire, baby.

She turns — lightning flashes across her face, making her look like divine judgment in human form.

MAKSHA (CONT’D)
Tonight, I’m not wearing the straight jacket.
I am the straight jacket.
And once I wrap around you… there’s no getting free.

Beat.

MAKSHA (CONT’D)
Let’s go, ladies. Time to make the city remember who runs it.

The crew stands, leather coats swaying, heels clicking in perfect sync. The door swings open — neon floods in. The sound of rain and the smell of smoke mix in the air. Maksha leads the way out, eyes locked on the night like it’s prey.

FADE OUT.