(Lights up. Camera pans over a grayscale suburb.)
VOICEOVER: The modern mom is secure.
(Flash: a perfect suburban house.)
VOICEOVER: The modern mom is loving.
(Flash: a child playing alone with toys in a sandbox.)
VOICEOVER: The modern mom is perfect.
(Flash: a mother crying over her son’s corpse. Cut to black. We hear police sirens as lights come up on an abandoned street.)
MODERN STEPDAD: These streets used to be safe.
MODERN MOM: Things change.
MODERN STEPDAD: They do. Faster than you think.
(MODERN MUGGER runs up to the two with a computer. A dangerous-looking one.)
MODERN MUGGER: Bitcoin wallet. Now.
(Cut to black. Then to a darker black. Then to normal black. Lights up on an infant.)
(“Rock-A-Bye-Baby” plays in a minor key.)
MODERN TODDLER: Ma-ma?
(MODERN MOM fights back tears. She is pointing a gun at MODERN TODDLER.)
MODERN TODDLER: The modern mom is master of her feelings.
(Cut to black. Gunshot. “Modern Mom” comes up in white text. Very loud slide whistle.)
