INT. SMALL APARTMENT – NIGHT
Joe and Nelly sit at the kitchen table. Nelly’s laptop glows with charts, graphs, and a news article about recent bank collapses. Joe sips coffee, watching her with cautious curiosity.
NELLY
(pointing at the screen)
Bank runs today aren’t like in The Count of Monte Cristo. It’s not people with withdrawal slips—it’s digital panic. A single tweet, a rumor, and billions evaporate overnight.
JOE
(leaning forward)
So, you’re saying the stars just have to align? A little nudge, and the house of cards falls?
NELLY
(grinning)
Exactly. But here’s the kicker: it’s not just about watching the banks burn. It’s about making the burn profitable—for us, for everyone who’s been swindled.
JOE
(frowning)
Profitable? How?
NELLY
(leans back, her eyes gleaming)
Short selling. We predict which banks are teetering on the edge—thanks to their own greed—and bet against them. When they collapse, we cash out.
JOE
(raises an eyebrow)
You’re talking about playing their game. Isn’t that… I don’t know, a little hypocritical?
NELLY
(shaking her head)
Not if we do it right. We’re not just lining our pockets—we’re redistributing the wealth they’ve hoarded for centuries.
She types rapidly, pulling up stock charts for major banks.
NELLY
Look at this. The signs are all there. Over-leveraged investments, shady accounting, unsustainable loans. It’s like they’re begging for someone to call their bluff.
JOE
(leaning closer, intrigued despite himself)
And the stars aligning?
NELLY
(grinning)
Timing. We wait for the right moment—a financial scare, a bad quarterly report, a rumor. Then we hit them where it hurts.
JOE
(smirking)
And when their stocks plummet, we clean up.
NELLY
(nodding)
Not just us. We use the profits to fund alternatives—decentralized banking, community programs, crypto platforms. We don’t just beat them; we replace them.
JOE
(pausing, his tone serious)
But what if we’re wrong? What if the fallout hits people who can’t afford it?
NELLY
(softly)
That’s why we’re careful. Surgical. No collateral damage.
Joe leans back, his eyes fixed on Nelly.
JOE
You’ve thought this through.
NELLY
(smiling, her voice resolute)
Someone has to. They’ve been playing this game for centuries, Joe. It’s time the proles had a shot at the board.
JOE
(grinning)
You’re not just nudging the stars—you’re rearranging the whole sky.
They share a determined look, the enormity of their plan hanging in the air like a promise of change.