🎬 STRAIGHT JACKET – SEASON 2, EPISODE 1: “Blood in the Boardroom”
By Antoinette Lavonne Johnson Queenflix/Realitydundiditagain/RCCOIN #realitydundiditagainwordpresscom

COLD OPEN – EXT. DOWNTOWN SKYLINE – NIGHT

Helicopter blades chop through the night sky. Neon lights reflect off skyscrapers. Below, in a glass high-rise, a secret meeting is underway.

VOICE-OVER – MAKSHA
Last season was war in the streets.
This season?
We’re taking it to the towers where the real devils hide.

INT. CORPORATE BOARDROOM – CONTINUOUS

Fifteen of the city’s most powerful men and women sit at a polished mahogany table. Suits worth more than most people’s homes. On the big screen: surveillance photos of Maksha. They talk about her like she’s a “problem to be removed.”

CHAIRMAN
She’s out of control. She’s cost us millions.
I say we make the call and end this—

A voice interrupts from the dark corner.

MAKSHA
You should’ve called me first.

Lights flicker. Her crew appears like shadows behind each board member’s chair. The doors lock with a heavy click.

ACTION BEAT – THE TAKEDOWN

Maksha glides to the head of the table, dropping a chrome straight jacket in the center like it’s the gavel of judgment.

Two of her girls confiscate phones. Another slides flash drives across the table, each one loaded with evidence of the board’s crimes — tax fraud, human trafficking, dirty money.

One board member lunges — Maksha whips him to the floor without breaking her stride.

MAKSHA
(smooth, deadly)
You’ve been running the city for decades.
Now… you’re under new management.

POWER PLAY

She connects her phone to the board’s projector — it flashes images of her past enemies, all taken down. Then, her voice turns icy.

MAKSHA
I’m not here to join your table.
I’m here to flip it over… and build my own.

She tosses a folder of contracts on the table. Inside: legally binding takeovers of their companies — signed by forged proxies she arranged months ago.

FINAL MOMENTS

Security alarms blare. Police sirens wail outside. The board members scramble, but Maksha’s crew already controls every exit.

MAKSHA
You had your season.
This one?
It belongs to me.

She straps the chairman into the chrome straight jacket herself, kisses him on the cheek, and whispers:

MAKSHA
Checkmate, baby.

EXT. HIGH-RISE ROOFTOP – FINAL SHOT

Maksha and her crew board a waiting helicopter. The city stretches out below them, hers for the taking. The camera pulls back to show a convoy of black SUVs racing toward the building — too late.

VOICE-OVER – MAKSHA
From here on…
we play for empires.

FADE OUT.