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.
INT. LUXURIOUS LOUNGE – NIGHT
Madonna sits in a sleek, modern lounge, sipping a martini. Across from her, a shadowy figure listens intently. A faint hum of jazz plays in the background. She adjusts her sunglasses, a sly smile on her lips.
MADONNA
(leaning back)
Anderson’s been the golden boy for decades. Polished, credible, untouchable. That’s why he’s perfect for this.
SHADOWY FIGURE
(curious)
Perfect for what?
MADONNA
(grinning, sipping her drink)
His last broadcast. The one that changes everything.
SHADOWY FIGURE
(leaning forward)
You’re talking about…
MADONNA
(cutting in, her tone sharp)
The Rothschilds. The Rockefellers. Their banks. The empires they’ve built on lies and exploitation.
SHADOWY FIGURE
(hesitant)
That’s a dangerous game.
MADONNA
(smirking)
Dangerous? Please. Anderson’s been waiting for a swan song, something that cements his legacy. What better way than to expose the truth?
SHADOWY FIGURE
(narrowing their eyes)
You think he’ll do it?
MADONNA
(nodding confidently)
He’s already on board. The broadcast is scripted. He’ll go live, look straight into the camera, and tell the world: “The Rothschild and Rockefeller banks are insolvent.”
SHADOWY FIGURE
(stunned)
That’ll cause chaos. Markets will crash.
MADONNA
(leaning forward, her voice low but firm)
Exactly. It’s time to tear down the façade. And when the dust settles, we’ll make sure Anderson retires in style. A villa in the south of France, private jets, the works.
SHADOWY FIGURE
(incredulous)
You’re willing to risk everything for this?
MADONNA
(smiling, her tone icy)
Risk? Darling, this isn’t a risk. It’s a reckoning.
She downs the rest of her martini, setting the glass down with a decisive clink.
MADONNA
(standing up)
And when it’s all over, they’ll remember two things: the truth Anderson told… and who made it happen.
The shadowy figure watches as Madonna walks away, her heels clicking against the marble floor, leaving an air of determination in her wake.
INT. UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL – DAY
The room is packed with students, journalists, and curious onlookers. JCJ stands at the podium, his presence commanding but approachable. A slide behind him shows a simple diagram of a bank’s balance sheet.
JCJ
(gesturing to the slide)
Let’s start with the basics. Banks operate on a principle called fractional reserve banking. For every dollar you deposit, they’re required to keep only a fraction—say, ten percent—in reserve. The rest? They loan it out, invest it, or use it to chase profits.
He pauses, letting the information sink in.
JCJ
(leaning on the podium)
Now, think about what that means. If you and nine of your friends each deposit a thousand dollars, the bank has ten thousand dollars in total deposits. But they’re only holding ten percent—one thousand dollars—in reserve.
The audience murmurs, some nodding in understanding.
JCJ
(raising a finger)
Here’s the kicker: if you and your friends decide to withdraw your money at the same time, the bank can’t pay you. They don’t have it. They’re inherently insolvent.
He steps away from the podium, walking toward the audience.
JCJ
(with intensity)
This isn’t a conspiracy theory. It’s the design of the system. Every bank is one panic away from bankruptcy. If more than ten percent of their depositors demand their money, the game’s over.
A student raises their hand.
STUDENT
(hesitant)
But isn’t that why we have central banks? To prevent runs and bail them out?
JCJ
(nodding)
Exactly. Central banks are the safety net. But think about it—why do we need a safety net for a system that’s supposed to be stable? Because it’s not. The moment confidence wavers, the cracks show.
He returns to the podium, his tone more measured.
JCJ
(looking at the crowd)
This isn’t just an economic issue. It’s a moral one. The system relies on trust—your trust. And yet, it’s built to fail you the moment you ask for what’s rightfully yours.
The room falls silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
JCJ
(leaning forward, his voice steady)
The solution isn’t to patch the cracks. It’s to rethink the foundation. Decentralized systems, transparent operations, and financial sovereignty—these aren’t dreams. They’re necessities.
The audience erupts in applause as JCJ steps back, his expression resolute.
EXT. MOUNTAINTOP – NIGHT
The stars shine brilliantly in the clear sky, their light shimmering like a celestial audience. Jesus Christ stands at the peak, radiant in his spiritual form, his presence glowing with warmth and authority. His robes shimmer as if woven from pure light. The wind is calm, carrying his voice across the heavens.
JESUS
(looking upward, addressing the stars)
You, who shine so brightly, who hold the gaze of those below. I call upon you now, not to dazzle, but to serve.
The stars seem to twinkle in response, their light pulsing as if alive.
JESUS
Once, I said, “Give all that you have to the poor.” And it was good. But the world has changed. Inflation, greed, and systems of scarcity now weigh upon the earth. So I say to you now: Give half of your treasure to the poor.
He pauses, his gaze softening, his tone filled with compassion.
JESUS
Half is not a compromise. It is a chance for balance. A chance for those with much to share, and for those with little to rise. Split the loot with the poor—especially your poor friends and family.
The stars seem to brighten, their light casting a warm glow over the earth below.
JESUS
(raising his hands)
For what is treasure if it does not serve love? What is wealth if it does not build hope? Let your abundance become their salvation.
The stars pulse in unison, their light spilling over the mountains and valleys, touching the homes of the poor and the wealthy alike.
JESUS
(smiling gently)
Remember, your light is not diminished when shared. It grows. Let the world see this truth, and let them follow your example.
He lowers his hands, his form glowing brighter as he begins to ascend into the heavens.
JESUS
(his voice echoing)
What you give, you shall receive. What you share, you shall multiply. Go now, and let your light shine for all.
The stars shine brighter than ever, their brilliance lighting up the night as Jesus vanishes into the heavens, leaving behind a sense of peace and purpose.