INT. HALLWAY — CONTINUOUS
Moving fast. The camera is the DIRECTOR — we never see him. JANET — TurboTax’s handler from the first spot, now running the floor — is a step ahead and pulling, close to dragging him. The MANAGER hustles behind, eyes down, thumbs going on his phone.
A door at the end of the hall. Janet stops short. Through it: raised voices. Something heavy moving.
Janet
Okay. Little heads up. Our art department is a little underfunded and a little stressed out right now.
(beat)
Just wanted to give you that before we go in.
The camera turns to the MANAGER. He looks up. Thumbs up. Big, confident, meaningless. Straight back down to the phone.
Janet opens the door.
INT. ART DEPARTMENT — CONTINUOUS
Maggie (O.S.)
WHERE IS THE STEAMER.
The room is coming apart. Two people carry a flat past the lens and nearly take somebody's head off. Foam scraps ankle deep. A hot glue gun abandoned and still on, cooking a hole in a table nobody is looking at.
MAGGIE, art director. The eyes of someone who has not sat down since Tuesday.
Janet
This is our wonderful, overworked art director. Maggie — our director.
Maggie
(beat)
So this is him.
Janet
The one and only.
Maggie
Yeah. I don't get it.
(to Janet)
Can I talk to you for a second?
They go three steps and start talking low and fast.
The MANAGER appears in frame. Close. Warm. Phone still in his hand.
Manager
Hey. Hey. Who's my superstar.
(beat)
You are.
A hand on the lens's shoulder. The other hand still typing.
Manager (cont'd)
Don't let this get in your head. Just make the calls. That's why we hired you.
(beat)
Don't forget about my twenty percent.
(already looking back down)
I got you, buddy.
Maggie (O.S.)
MASCOT?!
The camera whips over. Janet and Maggie are mid-argument and clearly have been the entire time.
Maggie (cont'd)
I'm sorry — a mascot. You need a mascot.
Janet
(carefully)
We need a mascot.
Maggie
In thirty minutes.
Janet
In thirty minutes.
Maggie turns in a slow full circle and looks at her entire department. Nobody makes eye contact with her.
Maggie
I could do my taxes in thirty minutes.
(beat)
Thanks to TurboTax.
She winks directly down the lens. She holds it slightly too long.
Maggie (cont'd)
But you want me to make a MASCOT?!
Nobody says anything.
Maggie (cont'd)
(to the room)
Okay. What can we make.
(beat)
In thirty minutes. What exists.
The PA — young, first set, extremely willing — has been hovering this whole time.
PA
A clipboard?
Everyone looks at her.
PA (cont'd)
(gaining confidence she has not earned)
Like a giant one. Six feet. With a tax return on it. And it has a little face.
(beat)
Because of the taxes.
A pause. Maggie actually considers it.
Maggie
That's not the worst —
Tiffany (O.S.)
I have the two-person horse.
Everything stops. Maggie closes her eyes.
Maggie
Tiffany.
Tiffany (O.S.)
It's in the truck. It's been in the truck.
(beat)
I don't know how it fits taxes.
(beat)
But we have it.
A long moment. Somewhere behind them something falls over. Nobody looks.
Maggie
(to the director, dead)
Great.
(beat)
You pick.