Teaser to the Promo
Location: Golden Gate Park – Bench near the Academy of Science
Time: Late afternoon
Wide shot: filtered sunlight cuts through eucalyptus branches. HANNAH, KATHLEEN, and HUNTER sit awkwardly on a bench. HANNAH holds a small envelope of cash and keeps checking her phone. She’s attempting to buy a laptop off Craigslist.
HANNAH
He said he’s “five minutes away”... fifteen minutes ago.
KATHLEEN (dry)
He’s a Craigslist seller. Do you believe time exists for him?
HUNTER (leans back)
You’re lucky if he shows up tomorrow.
HANNAH (defensive)
He sent pictures! It looked good. It’s a reliable model—everyone says Macs are built to last.
KATHLEEN (without looking up)
Do they?
(Footsteps. Enter LUCAS, casually strolling in from the dirt path, holding a clearly battered silver MacBook in one hand and a bag of kettle corn in the other. The laptop lid has a giant peeling sticker: “Hustle Daily.”)
LUCAS
Someone here for a piece of digital history?
HANNAH (squinting)
...Are you Craig?
LUCAS (grinning)
I answer to many names. But today, sure, I’m Craig.
(He holds out the laptop like a sacred object. It visibly rattles when he moves it.)
HUNTER (low, to Kathleen)
It’s giving... tech trauma feels.
KATHLEEN (arms crossed)
It’s giving Craigslist feels.
HANNAH (takes laptop, hesitant)
So... it turns on?
LUCAS
Like a champ.
(He taps the power button. The Apple logo appears, then flickers. The screen dims. It lets out a faint wheeeeez before settling into a sluggish login screen.)
LUCAS (beaming)
See? Alive. Like a turtle on espresso.
HUNTER
How’s the battery?
LUCAS
It holds some charge. Like, you’ve got a solid twenty minutes of hope.
HANNAH
It said “excellent condition” in the listing.
LUCAS
And it is! For its age. She's experienced. Seasoned. Like cast iron.
KATHLEEN
Can it run Chrome?
LUCAS (sincere)
Emotionally, yes.
HANNAH (flipping the lid shut)
This isn’t what I thought I was buying.
LUCAS (shrugs)
It’s not what I thought I’d be selling today. Life’s weird.
(Awkward pause.)
LUCAS (CONT'D) (to Hunter)
You want some kettle corn? It’s from a truck out on JFK. Said it was infused with “entrepreneurial energy.”
HUNTER (already reaching)
Sure. I've been low on that this week.
HANNAH (to Lucas, resigned)
Do you at least have the charger?
LUCAS
I do. But it’s for a different model.
KATHLEEN (getting up)
And that is our cue.
HANNAH
Okay. I’m not buying it.
LUCAS (unbothered)
Totally fair. But hey, if you ever need a coaster, you’ve got my number.
(He tosses a small business card made of a recycled cereal box at them and saunters off.)
(Hunter pockets the card.)
HUNTER
I kinda want to hang out with him.
KATHLEEN
Of course you do. You’re both allergic to structure.
(They start walking off. Hannah looks at the envelope of cash, sighs, and follows.)
HANNAH
Okay, lesson learned, no more meeting strangers off apps; you never get what you are looking for.
HUNTER
He seemed pretty cool. Not for the laptop, but I eat the same cereal.
KATHLEEN (smirking)
Whatever.
FADE OUT.
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