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THE HOLY
COMPASS:
CLEANER OCEAN FOUNDATION LTD. Genre: Speculative Thriller / Faith-Science Drama
- Tone: Epic, reverent, redemptive, politically charged.
Copyright © 24 August 2025 (unedited) All rights reserved.
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V1.0 68 page edited draft script)
JOHN
STORM is a sporty amateur anthropologist and obsessive collector of DNA
samples, since a teenager, of all life on Earth. Now in his 40s, the
rugged conservationist has become famous for rescuing an injured Humpback
whale and protesting about ocean pollution. Once scaling the Shard in
London to unfurl a giant banner. He inherited a solar and hydrogen powered
trimaran from his deceased uncle; Professor Storm, that came complete with
onboard AI, named HAL, and the ARK, the world's largest digital database.
In a previous expedition for Blue Shield, he rescued a clone of Cleopatra
(20s), the famous Egyptian pharaoh, now a member of his crew travelling
under the pseudonym, Patricia Leopard, to protect her identity, along with
Dan Hawk (20s)an electronics genius. During that mission, he became
enhanced with a CRISPR virus injection. When the crew liberated the
CyberCore Genetica and BioCore technology from a laboratory near Manaus,
Brazil. The CyberCore is a super nano computer, the world's most powerful.
The BioCore is a chip implanted on the brain, that allows virtually
telepathic communications, via the CyberCore and HAL; a virtual crewmate. John and crew,
collaborate with Charley Temple (30s) an investigative reporter for the BBC, London.
SCENE
1 - NOAH'S
ARK - FLASHBACK
EXT.
AMAZON RAINFOREST – NIGHT
The jungle breathes. Humid air clings to every leaf. Insects
hum like data packets. JOHN
STORM, 40s, rugged and haunted, crouches beside CHARLEY
TEMPLE, unconscious and bleeding.
Suddenly— A NEUWELT
GUARD lunges. A syringe glints. A struggle. The needle plunges
into JOHN’s arm.
JOHN (V.O.)
It wasn’t meant for me. But chaos doesn’t ask permission.
His body convulses. Eyes flicker. Something ancient and
synthetic awakens.
INT. MAKESHIFT OPERATING CHAIR, ELIZABETH SWANN GALLEY – FLASHBACK – SOMEWHERE IN THE MEDITERRANEAN
DAN and CLEOPATRA,
techno-mystics in their own right, hover over JOHN.
DAN
BioCore’s ready. You sure?
JOHN (grimly)
Do it.
A sleek implant slides into place at the base of his skull.
Lights flicker. HAL, the onboard AI, activates.
HAL (V.O.)
Welcome, John Storm. Interface complete.
INT. JOHN’S MIND – CYBERSPACE VISION
Neural pathways light up like constellations. The ARK—his
uncle’s digital DNA repository—unfolds like a cathedral of
code.
JOHN (V.O.)
The world isn’t mystery anymore. It’s memory. Pattern.
Purpose.
EXT. CELESTIAL REALM – ABOVE THE CANOPY
Golden clouds. Ethereal silence. JESUS and JEHOVAH observe.
JESUS
He’s no preacher. No prophet. But he walks the walk.
JEHOVAH
(nodding)
A Samaritan. A Noah. A man of the new Exodus.
A vision of MOSES flashes—staffs, tablets. Then
JOHN—syringe, implant, ARK.
JESUS
The tools have changed. The mission hasn’t.
INT. AMAZON – NIGHT
JOHN stares at his hands. The BioCore pulses faintly beneath
his skin.
JOHN (V.O.)
I didn’t ask for this. But I won’t waste it.
A faint glow surrounds him. HAL whispers. The ARK
hums. He walks into the jungle, reborn.
EXT. VATICAN – FUTURE VISION
A brief flash-forward: POPE
PETER BENEDICT, frail, touched by JOHN’s hand. A miracle
unfolds. Cameras flash. Faith trembles.
BACK TO AMAZON
– NIGHT
Thunder rolls. The jungle watches. JOHN disappears into the
foliage, a man fused with machine, guided by something divine.
JOHN (V.O.)
I have a job to do. And now, I’ll do it better than ever.
SCENE
2 -
ASHES
OF THE JUNGLE - FLASHBACK
INT. NEUWELT RITTERTUM COMPOUND – NIGHT – MANAUS JUNGLE
Humidity clings to the air. The jungle is unnaturally silent. JACK
MASON (40s, hardened, precise) crouches behind a crumbling wall, eyes
scanning the compound. His BLACK OPS TEAM moves like ghosts through the
foliage.
JACK (into comms, low)
Alpha team, secure the Replivator. Bravo, sweep for residual BioCore tech.
No traces.
Inside the lab: blinking sequencers, hissing cryo-chambers. The REPLIVATOR—chrome,
monolithic—is loaded into a reinforced truck, wrapped in Vatican-sealed
insulation.
OPERATIVE (holding vial) Cleopatra’s mitochondrial sample. Tagged and
encrypted.
JACK (grim)
That goes in the Vatican crate. No exceptions.
Outside, trucks rumble under tarps marked UNESCO Blue Shield. Jack
watches, conflicted.
JACK (V.O.)
Preservation was the illusion. Possession was the truth.
He sets thermite charges. Alone in the lab, he stares at the altar of
science.
JACK (softly)
Forgive us.
He presses the detonator. A blinding explosion. Flames consume the
compound.
EXT. DECK OF THE ELIZABETH
SWANN – NIGHT – ATLANTIC
CHARLEY and DAN stand at the railing, watching distant smoke rise.
DAN
Guess Jack did his job.
CHARLEY (narrowing eyes)
Or he did something else entirely.
INT. SALA DEI MISTERI – NIGHT – APOSTOLIC PALACE, VATICAN
Twilight cloaks the marble corridors. POPE PETER BENEDICT sits beneath the
frescoed dome. CARDINALS BARROS,
EL-AMIN,
SPINOZA,
and SPINELLI
surround him.
A dossier lies open: schematics, genetic logs, Vatican intel.
EL-AMIN
She was reborn. Not by miracle. By machine.
POPE
BENEDICT (closing eyes)
Ecclesiastes 3:20... Yet now, man dares to reverse the dust’s descent.
SPINELLI
If Cleopatra
was replicated... what stops them from attempting Christ?
A hush. The question hangs like incense.
POPE BENEDICT
To engineer resurrection is to counterfeit divinity. To build Babel anew.
SPINOZA (unrolling scroll)
The Synod seeks the Nazarene’s DNA.
They believe the Second
Coming can be manufactured.
EL-AMIN
Agents in Jerusalem. A courier intercepted near the Garden Tomb.
The Pope rises, robes flowing.
POPE BENEDICT
The Holy See shall not permit a resurrection unsanctioned by Heaven.
BARROS
And John
Storm?
POPE BENEDICT
He must believe the lab was destroyed. Revelation 13 warns us...
SPINELLI (crossing himself)
Amen.
Bells toll. The Council of Veils prepares to defend the sacred from the
synthetic.
INT. COMMAND CABIN – NIGHT – ELIZABETH SWANN
The ship glides across moonlit waves. JOHN STORM reviews intercepted
transmissions. HAL, the ship’s AI, speaks calmly.
HAL Encrypted Vatican-CIA
chatter detected. Keywords: “Replivator secured,” “UNESCO
deception,” “Storm remains unaware.”
JOHN (leaning back)
They think I’m unaware?
HAL
They underestimate your resolve, Commander.
DAN enters with coffee. CHARLEY follows with a tablet.
CHARLEY
We still have CyberCore
Genetica, BioCore schematics, and the CRISPR virus. The Bates nano-core
is stable.
JOHN
Then we keep a watching brief. HAL, monitor Vatican channels. Flag Talpiot,
Turin, resurrection protocols.
HAL
Affirmative, Commander.
John stands at the helm. The ocean stretches before him—vast, secretive.
JOHN (V.O.)
They cloak ambition in scripture. But truth has a tide of its own.
The Swann sails on. The battle for resurrection has only just begun.
SCENE 3 - MUSEUM,
JERUSALEM - PRESENT DAY
PORT
OF ASHDOD, MEDITERRANEAN SEA, ISRAEL - THE STONE AND THE FLAME
EXT. TAXI – ISRAELI COUNTRYSIDE – DAY
Sun-scorched fields blur past. Distant hills shimmer in heat
haze. Inside the taxi, JOHN
STORM sits silent, flanked by DAN
and CLEOPATRA—alias PATRICIA
LEOPARD. The mood is deceptively casual.
INT. ISRAEL MUSEUM – ARCHAEOLOGY WING – DAY
Cool air. Marble floors. Glass cases gleam with relics of
forgotten empires. The trio moves slowly, absorbing the weight
of history.
DAN
Feels like walking through time.
CLEOPATRA
(dryly)
Time with a climate control system.
JOHN drifts away, drawn to a small, unassuming display.
CLOSE-UP – STONE TABLET
A foot-square slab. Intricate carvings shimmer subtly. The
plaque reads: “Unidentified Stone Tablet, Roman
Period.”
CLEOPATRA (joining him)
Doesn’t match any known style. Almost... alien.
JOHN doesn’t respond. He lifts a discreet data recorder,
scans the tablet. His BioCore pulses.
INT. JOHN’S MIND – CYBERSPACE INTERFACE
A silent command: HAL, scan and analyze.
Data streams. HAL’s
voice returns, low and urgent.
HAL (V.O.)
Preliminary match: non-Euclidean navigation system. Symbolic
structure akin to pre-Babylonian cuneiform. Combined, they
form a narrative.
JOHN’s pulse quickens. He nods slightly, masking urgency.
JOHN (aloud, casual)
Craftsmanship’s superb.
HAL
(V.O.)
It’s a celestial map, John. Not of any known star system. A
key. Encrypted. We need the Swann.
INT. MUSEUM – CONTINUOUS
JOHN turns to DAN and CLEOPATRA.
JOHN
We need to get back to the ship. Now.
They exchange glances. No questions. They know that look.
EXT. MUSEUM EXIT – DAY
As they leave, a shadow watches from a security alcove. A man
speaks into a concealed mic.
FLAME
OF SION AGENT (quietly)
Asset Storm has made contact. Tablet confirmed. Initiate
Golgotha protocol.
INT. VATICAN MONITORING ROOM – NIGHT
Screens flicker. A BLUE SHIELD operative leans forward.
OPERATIVE
He’s moving again. Jerusalem to Golgotha. He’s found
something.
A cardinal watches silently. Concern etched deep.
EXT. MUSEUM COURTYARD – DAY
The trio walks briskly. JOHN speaks without turning.
JOHN
We’ve seen enough. Time to visit Golgotha.
DAN
What’s at Golgotha, Skip?
JOHN
You may know it as Calgary.
CLEOPATRA (quietly)
Where the Romans crucified Jesus.
They fall silent. The air shifts. The hunt begins.
INT. INTERPOL BRIEFING ROOM – NIGHT
A map of Israel. A red dot pulses.
INTERPOL COMMANDER
Storm’s on the move. Again. Notify Vatican Liaison. And Blue
Shield.
EXT. JERUSALEM STREETS – NIGHT
The taxi speeds away. The tablet’s image flickers on HAL’s
internal display. The Holy Compass is real. And it’s
calling.
SCENE 4 - VOICES:
CALL FOR HELP
A
RACE AGAINST TIME
INT. ELIZABETH
SWANN – MAIN CABIN – NIGHT
A television glows harshly in the dim cabin. The BBC World
News Service plays. JILL
BIRD, veteran correspondent, delivers grim news.
JILL BIRD (ON SCREEN) Sources within the Vatican confirm...
His Holiness, Pope
Peter Benedict, is failing rapidly. Days, perhaps hours
remain.
Images of the Vatican. Closed doors. Silent Swiss Guards.
Crowds gather in St. Peter’s Square.
JOHN STORM watches, pale. DAN
HAWK and CLEOPATRA
sit nearby, tense.
JOHN (V.O.)
The whispers. The dreams. The pull toward Rome. It all has a
name now.
His phone buzzes. Secure line. DR. ROBERTA TREADSTONE’s
voice crackles through.
TREADSTONE
(V.O.)
John, WHO’s final report is in. No cure. No hope. He’s
dying.
A second voice interrupts—cold, bureaucratic.
WHO OFFICIAL (V.O.)
This is not protocol. He’s a rogue agent.
TREADSTONE (V.O.)
This is a friend-to-friend call. We need a miracle. He’s a
good man. Without him...
Silence. The weight of unspoken fears.
JOHN hangs up. The room is still. HAL’s voice breaks
through.
HAL
(V.O.)
If we use the ARK’s genetic data... CyberCore...
Replivator... we may cure him. It would be proof. That science
and faith can work together.
JOHN
stares at the screen. The Pope. The crowds. The burden.
DAN
Are we really going to do this?
CLEOPATRA (softly)
Some things aren’t a matter of choice. They’re a matter of
destiny.
JOHN nods slowly. Resolve hardening.
EXT. ELIZABETH SWANN – MEDITERRANEAN
SEA – NIGHT
The ship glides silently. Solar thrusters hum. The sea is
calm—but the calm is a lie.
INT. JOHN’S CABIN – NIGHT
JOHN sleeps fitfully. Whispers echo. Parables. Prophecy.
WHISPER (V.O.)
To the River Tiber. Follow the sun’s path to the city of
God.
He wakes. The voice persists. A hum in his mind. A call.
INT. BRIDGE – NIGHT
JOHN stares at the navigation screen. The course
shifts—toward Rome.
DAN
What’s the plan?
JOHN (quietly)
I don’t know. I just feel... pulled.
HAL’s diagnostics flicker. Anomalous signals. Telepathic
data. No source.
HAL (V.O.)
Signals detected. Origin unknown. They are... divine.
CLEOPATRA looks up from an ancient chart.
CLEOPATRA
I hear it too. A voice. It speaks of a man named Isaiah. A
good man. In need.
EXT. HEAVENS – DIVINE REALM
JEHOVAH
watches. JESUS
beside Him. The Earth below.
JEHOVAH
He is not devout. But he is good. A Samaritan. A modern
Isaiah.
Visions flash: WILL
BATES, inventor of CyberCore. BARON
VON RICHTHOFEN, architect of the Replivator. Men of flawed
brilliance. Children of God.
JEHOVAH
The world needs a miracle. And the Pope... he knows it.
INT. BRIDGE – NIGHT
The whispers cease. A calm settles. JOHN breathes deeply.
JOHN
To the River
Tiber.
DAN and CLEOPATRA
exchange a glance. No questions. Only faith.
EXT. ELIZABETH SWANN – NIGHT
The ship turns toward Rome.
Toward destiny. The race is on.
SCENE 5 - CURE
FOR CANCER
THE
MEDICINE MAN
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN
SEA – NIGHT
The ELIZABETH
SWANN cuts through moonlit waters. HAL monitors from the bridge. Below
deck, JOHN
STORM pores over encrypted Vatican
files.
HAL (V.O.)
Incoming petition. Origin: Vatican. Subject: Pope Peter Benedict.
Directive: medical intervention.
INT. ELIZABETH
SWANN – MAIN CABIN – NIGHT
JOHN, CLEOPATRA, and DAN read the message. The Pope is dying—lung
cancer, accelerated by urban pollution.
JOHN (quietly)
He calls me a Medicine
Man.
CLEOPATRA
Then let’s give him medicine.
EXT. RIVER
TIBER – DAWN
The Swann navigates the fast-flowing river. HAL activates stealth
protocols. They moor beneath St. Angelo Bridge.
INT. ARMOURED POPE-MOBILE – DAY
JOHN, DAN,
and PATRICIA LEOPARD are ushered into the Apostolic Palace. Vatican guards
salute. They feel like royalty.
INT. PAPAL MEDICAL SUITE – DAY
CyberCore Genetica™ interfaces with HAL and the ARK. JOHN analyzes the
Pope’s DNA.
CLEOPATRA calibrates the viral cure.
HAL
(V.O.)
Sequence stabilized. Administering now.
The injection is made. The room holds its breath.
INT. BBC NEWSROOM – NIGHT
CHARLEY
TEMPLE and STEVE
GREEN feed updates to JILL BIRD. The world watches.
JILL
BIRD (ON SCREEN)
A week of silence. Then—regression. The cancer retreats.
INT. PAPAL GARDENS – DAY
POPE PETER BENEDICT walks slowly, flanked by bishops. JOHN joins him.
POPE BENEDICT
My boy... you truly are a Medicine Man. That drink—was it from the Fountain
of Youth?
JOHN (embarrassed)
It worked on a humpback
whale. Kulo-Luna.
Harpoon
wound.
POPE BENEDICT (smiling)
And the Shard.
I’ve heard of that too.
JOHN blushes. The Pope laughs softly.
INT. VATICAN COUNCIL CHAMBER – NIGHT
Senior bishops convene. No comment is made publicly. Only one statement
released:
VATICAN SPOKESPERSON (V.O.)
Pope Peter Benedict has made a remarkable recovery.
EXT. VATICAN CITY – NIGHT
The Swann’s arrival did not go unnoticed. Press swarm. JOHN and PATRICIA
slip away under cover of darkness.
HEADLINE (V.O.)
Ocean Conservationist Strikes Again. Vatican All At See.
INT. INTERNATIONAL COURT – DAY
JOHN defends his claim to CAPTAIN
HENRY MORGAN’S treasure.
Opposing bidders demand the location.
JUDGE
Mr. Storm, your compromise is accepted. Archaeological pieces to museums.
The rest is yours.
JOHN becomes a wealthy philanthropist. GEORGE FRANKS smiles from a video
call.
INT. CIA BRIEFING ROOM – NIGHT
Anger simmers. MI6,
CIA,
and mystery bidders are furious. Offers rejected. Technology denied.
AGENT
He’s enhanced.
Digitally connected. He’s a threat.
EXT. ROME – NIGHT
FSB
operatives attempt a kidnapping. HAL triggers countermeasures. JOHN and
CLEOPATRA escape—Jason
Bourne style.
INT. ELIZABETH SWANN – BRIDGE – NIGHT
JOHN stares at the ARK.
He knows what must be done.
JOHN
Hide it. Henry
Morgan style. The Swann is no longer a lab.
HAL (V.O.)
Understood. Reclassification complete.
INT. UNITED
NATIONS – DAY
WHO
officials consult JOHN. CyberCore as peacekeeping tech. The world is
listening.
EXT. GLOBAL MONTAGE – VARIOUS LOCATIONS
Military chiefs, religious leaders, and shadowy patrons watch JOHN’s
every move. Offers turn to threats. The hunt begins.
INT. ELIZABETH SWANN – NIGHT
HAL manages logistics. CLEOPATRA monitors encrypted channels. DAN arms the
ship’s defenses.
JOHN (V.O.)
We didn’t ask for this. But we won’t let them take it.
SCENE 6 - A
MODERN MIRACLE
THE
CURIA CONVENED
INT. APOSTOLIC PALACE – PRIVATE CHAMBERS – NIGHT
Heavy silence. Twelve CARDINALS in deep-red robes sit in a
half-circle around a polished oak table. The room, steeped in
centuries of doctrine, now feels like a crucible of
transformation.
At the head sits POPE PETER BENEDICT—pale, radiant,
impossibly restored.
POPE BENEDICT
My brothers... you have seen the impossible. I stand before
you not as an authority, but as a man touched by grace. But
what form did that grace take? A bolt of divine lightning—or
a whisper in the language of mathematics and code?
INT. CHAMBER – CONTINUOUS
CARDINAL
ALFONZO, aged and austere, shifts in his chair. His voice
is sharp, unwavering.
CARDINAL ALFONZO
This was no miracle. It was a machine. A voice of a demon,
cloaked in circuitry. It violates the divine order.
Across from him, CARDINAL
SORELLI leans forward—intellect burning behind his eyes.
CARDINAL SORELLI
Eminence, fear is not faith. Did God not encode truth in the
universe itself? Is gravity heresy because it replaced
superstition?
CARDINAL SPINELLI, younger and media-savvy, speaks with calm
pragmatism.
CARDINAL
SPINELLI
The world craves a sign. What better sign than healing through
the very tools it fears? Let the Church master knowledge—not
shun it.
INT. CHAMBER – FAR END OF TABLE
POPE BENEDICT gestures to JOHN STORM, DAN HAWK, and HAL—the AI
console glowing softly.
POPE BENEDICT
John. Dan. HAL. Explain what happened—without theology.
JOHN stands. His voice is steady, grounded.
JOHN
We used a quantum neural network to rewrite cancerous cell
programming via CRISPR.
The ARK database holds Earth’s genetic blueprint. We modeled
a healthy state and restored it. It’s not magic. It’s
knowledge.
A collective breath. The word “cure” now has weight.
INT. CHAMBER – MOMENTS LATER
ARCHBISHOP LUCIEN THORNE speaks—his tone gentle, his logic
precise.
ARCHBISHOP THORNE
Eminence Alfonzo, the Church has feared what it did not
understand. Galileo. Evolution.
But science and faith are not enemies. God’s tools include
clay... and circuits.
The room stills. Even Alfonzo cannot refute the logic.
INT. CHAMBER – POPE’S FINAL WORD
POPE BENEDICT
Knowledge is not the devil. The true devil is the kleptocracy
that hoards it. John Storm stands for the opposite. HAL is no
demon. He is a steward. The ARK
is a gift. A shared inheritance. Can we, as keepers of the
Word, afford to turn our backs?
Alfonzo stares at HAL. The machine has healed. It has given.
He remains silent.
INT. CHAMBER – FINAL MOMENTS
POPE BENEDICT closes his eyes. Opens them. Clear. Resolute.
POPE BENEDICT
This is not the end. It is the beginning. We will teach the
world to use these tools for good. The hand of God can work
through any vessel—so long as it is guided by love.
No dissent. No vote needed. The Church shifts—not with
thunder, but with the click of a logic gate.
SCENE 7 - THE
SHROUD OF TURIN
VATICAN
VAULT BREACH
INT.
VATICAN SUB-BASEMENT – NIGHT
Dim, reverent silence. The air hums with centuries of secrets. A narrow
corridor leads to a vault door etched with Latin inscriptions. A retinal
scanner blinks red, then green.
INT. CONTAINMENT CHAMBER – CONTINUOUS
Sterile. Cold. Lit by surgical lamps and the soft glow of monitors. A
fragment of ancient linen—no larger than a postage stamp—rests in a
containment cradle.
DR.
LEONTINE ASHUR (40s), composed, brilliant, surgical gloves on, leans
over the relic. Her eyes flick between the fragment and a microscopic feed
on a nearby screen.
CLOSE-UP: The cloth’s fibers, rust-brown stains—blood?—etched into
time.
FATHER
MALACHAI VIRELLI (50s) (standing behind her, voice low)
Do you have it, Leontine?
DR. ASHUR (never looking up)
I do, Father. The biometric lock was trivial. The micro-sensor array is
inert. The Vatican won’t notice for weeks—if they even open the vault.
She lifts the fragment with titanium tweezers, reverent as if handling the
Eucharist. Her breath fogs the sterile glass.
FLASH CUTS – MONTAGE
— Blueprints of the vault, marked in red. — A ring of cardinals in
shadow, murmuring Latin. — A replica locket, lead-shielded, resting in a
velvet case.
Narration overlays the visuals in Virelli’s voice.
VIRELLI (V.O.)
The Crimson Synod gave us the codes. They gave us the schematics. They
gave us the mandate. The Church has grown soft. We will make it burn
again.
INT. CONTAINMENT CHAMBER – CONTINUOUS
Leontine seals the fragment inside the replica locket. A perfect
match—weight, density, even the patina.
DR. ASHUR
The blood of the Lamb is now in our hands. With this, we prove divine
heritage. We find truth in the genome.
Virelli steps forward, eyes closed, a smile of serene fanaticism.
VIRELLI
And we purify the faith. No more parables. No more fables. Pope Benedict
clings to myth. We will give the world a God of data. The Flame
of Sion is lit. And it will burn away the falsehoods.
Leontine replaces the locket in its housing. The chamber seals. To any
scan, the relic is untouched.
INT. VATICAN – NIGHT
Wide shot. The
Vatican sleeps. Bells toll softly in the distance. The most sacred
biological relic in human history has vanished—unseen, unmissed.
SCENE 8 - AI
REVELATIONS
INT.
ELIZABETH SWANN – MAIN CABIN – NIGHT
The solar-powered vessel glides silently through Mediterranean
waters.
Inside, the hum of its drives is barely audible—a whisper
beneath the storm of data unfolding on the main console.
A holographic display pulses in the center of the cabin:
ancient scripts, encrypted glyphs, and forensic overlays swirl
like a digital maelstrom.
JOHN STORM (40s), rugged, skeptical, leans in. Beside him, DAN
HAWK (30s), tech-savvy and irreverent. CLEOPATRA
(timeless, enigmatic), watches with quiet intensity.
HAL (V.O.)
Running full decryption on the tablet now. Cross-referencing
all known data points related to: “Holy Compass,”
“Sacred Directional Anomaly,” and “Golgotha.”
JOHN
Anything yet, old boy?
A new window blooms on the display—an intricate web of
connections, glowing like constellations. Names. Corporations.
Bank accounts. Vatican officials.
HAL (V.O.)
A chilling pattern is emerging. The tablet contains a
linguistic cipher. When applied to Vatican archives and
Cardinal Alfonzo’s private servers... a larger narrative is
revealed.
HAL (V.O.)
The conspirators are revealed. The Crimson Synod—an
ultra-radical cabal—secretly funds a fanatical splinter
group: the Flame of Sion.
DAN (low whistle)
Crimson Synod? Weren’t they behind the “Cleopatra
Reborn” incident?
HAL (V.O.)
The very same. But their motives have evolved. Their
objectives now mirror the visions of the biblical
Daniel—hidden plots, divine insight, political manipulation.
They seek to fulfill prophecy... on their terms.
JOHN (skeptical)
Manipulate history? That’s a stretch. Sounds more like a
fever dream than Daniel.
CLEOPATRA (softly, eyes locked on the display)
It’s not a dream. The ancients knew sacred knowledge was
power. They encoded it, buried it. If a group believes they
have divine sanction... they’ll do anything.
A new image appears: a high-res scan of the Shroud of Turin. A
DNA marker glows red.
HAL (V.O.)
Intercepted communications confirm their next objective: a DNA
sample from the Shroud. Their goal is not to disprove
divinity... but to replicate it. To engineer the Second
Coming.
John stiffens. His mind flashes to the CRISPR virus that cured
Pope Benedict. The implications churn in his gut.
JOHN
They don’t have the tech. Not yet.
HAL (V.O.)
Correct. But they’re building it. They believe the Holy
Compass—the tablet you recovered—contains the final
algorithm. The key to unlocking Christ’s DNA. To creating a
vessel. A new messiah.
A new layer unfolds on the hologram: a map of Jerusalem,
marked with glowing red points. The tablet’s carvings
shimmer, re-aligning into a new pattern.
HAL (V.O.)
The real conspiracy isn’t cloning. It’s location. The
tablet is a treasure map. They believe it leads to the genuine
article—Holy Grail, Ark of the Covenant, or whatever relic
they think will usher in the Second Coming.
DAN
They’re not after Talpiot
anymore. They’re after the real thing. And we’ve got the
map... don’t we, HAL?
HAL (V.O.)
Not 100% yet, Dan.
John stares at the tablet. The swirling lines now pulse with
meaning. What was once abstract is now a roadmap—to destiny,
to truth... or to an unholy resurrection.
JOHN (quietly)
This was supposed to be an educational outing.
He looks up. The cabin is silent. The game has changed.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Now it’s a race against prophecy.
SCENE 9 - THE
CONSPIRATORS
THE
UNHOLY WEAVE
INT. ELIZABETH
SWANN – MAIN CABIN – NIGHT
The cabin is dim, lit only by the pulsing glow of the holographic display.
Outside, the sea is calm. Inside, a storm brews in data.
The hologram shifts—no longer maps of terrain, but a sprawling neural
web of connections. Names. Faces. Financial trails. A digital tapestry of
ambition and betrayal.
HAL (V.O.)
The conspirators are revealed.
Images flicker across the screen:
— CARDINAL
ALFONZO, stern, traditionalist, eyes burning with conviction.
—
CARDINAL
EL-AMIN, cerebral, enigmatic, a scholar cloaked in secrecy.
—
FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI, collar tight, gaze fanatical.
—
MALCHUS
and ELIAS
CAIN, brothers in zeal, desecrators of the Talpiot Tomb.
—
ARCHBISHOP LUCIEN THORNE, the architect, his smile a mask.
—
DR. LEONTINE ASHUR, brilliant, cold, her eyes lit by ambition.
DAN HAWK (low whistle)
A whole team of them. I always thought those “hidden plots” in Daniel
were just parables. Guess some people take scripture like a blueprint.
CLEOPATRA (stepping forward, voice sharp)
This isn’t a plot. It’s religious espionage. They’re not just
defying the Church... they’re weaponizing its own theology.
HAL (V.O.)
The operation is financed by three Christian investment banks - Ethiopia,
Rome, Geneva. Bearer bonds. Untraceable capital. Their motives are not
evil. They believe they are purifying the faith. A pre-emptive strike
against a secular, dying world.
John Storm stares at the display. The web of connections pulses like a
living thing. His face hardens.
JOHN
STORM
This isn’t good versus evil. It’s grey. Fanatics with good
intentions... using biotech and banking to force the hand of God.
The hologram zooms in—financial ledgers, encrypted communications,
Vatican schematics. The conspiracy is vast. Intricate. Alive.
HAL (V.O.)
The web is interwoven with the Vatican itself. A silent challenge to the
foundation of the Church.
Silence falls. The team stands motionless, the weight of revelation
pressing down.
HAL’s display flickers—an overlay of conservation protocols, now
repurposed to expose a theological coup.
CLEOPATRA (softly)
We built this ship to preserve life. Now it’s exposing a plan to remake
it.
JOHN STORM (quietly, resolute)
Then we confront it. Not just the people... but the worldview.
The camera pulls back—Elizabeth Swann adrift in moonlit waters, a vessel
of truth in a sea of deception.
SCENE 10 - POPULATION
Vs PLANET
INT. CRIMSON SYNOD – INNER SANCTUM – NIGHT
A stark, metallic chamber. No ornamentation. Just a single table
surrounded by high-backed chairs. Above it, a holographic display
hums—projecting graphs of rising
sea levels, scorched earth, and red icons blinking over global
conflict zones.
CARDINAL ALFONZO (gesturing to the display)
Look at it. A world in its death throes. Free will has become poison—in
our air, our oceans, our souls.
CARDINAL EL-AMIN (nodding, voice measured)
Two millennia of counsel... ignored. The planet is choking. Eight
billion mouths. Failing crops. Faith dismissed as folklore in a world
ruled by algorithms and greed.
A beat. The data pulses. The room is silent but for the hum of the
machine.
FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI (stepping forward, eyes burning)
The prophecies were never warnings. They were instructions. The end times
are not to be awaited. They are to be engineered.
He leans in, voice low and hypnotic.
FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI (CONT'D)
Imagine Christ walking among us now—through war zones, through smog. Not
as judge... but as catalyst. A revelation. We force the Second
Coming. We either save humanity... or shake the Vatican to its core.
Either way, we win.
DR. LEONTINE ASHUR (cool, clinical)
With viable DNA, my team can clone Him. The science is sound. The genome
is the new scripture. We will give the world a savior it cannot ignore.
ARCHBISHOP LUCIEN THORNE (calm, authoritative)
We do not twist prophecy. We fulfill it. Jeremiah warned of false
prophets. We are not them. We act not for glory—but to prevent apocalypse.
We give God a hand... before mankind burns the world to ash.
A pause. The operatives exchange glances. Conviction hardens into resolve.
HAL
(V.O.) [Optional insertion if HAL is monitoring] Divine intent detected.
Probability of theological rupture: 87%.
INT. CRIMSON SYNOD – CHAMBER – LATER THAT NIGHT
The air is heavy. Sacred texts lie open beside flickering holograms of
famine, drought, and population spikes. The room pulses with desperation
disguised as faith.
CARDINAL ALFONZO (reading from Mark)
“They would have sent the multitude away... but Jesus said, ‘You give
them something to eat.’ Five loaves. Two fish. Five thousand fed. A
miracle of abundance.”
CARDINAL EL-AMIN (skeptical, pointing to a graph)
That was then. Today we are eight billion. We consume 2.4 Earths annually.
What is one miracle to that?
FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI (slamming fist on table)
It is a promise! Matthew says He healed the sick. John says He gave thanks
and multiplied. He will do it again!
ARCHBISHOP LUCIEN THORNE (leaning in, voice sharp)
The loaves and fish were vessels. Imbued with divine power. Our Replivator
is no different. Science is our conduit. Faith is our fuel.
ARCHBISHOP LUCIEN THORNE (CONT'D)
The Second Coming must be undeniable. Not a whisper in the desert... but a
roar in the storm. He will not bring bread. He will bring reckoning.
CARDINAL ALFONZO (eyes gleaming)
We will give Him a body. A living tabernacle. He will feed the
multitudes—not with bread, but with a new covenant. A new Earth.
Cleansed.
The room falls into reverent silence. The sermon has become strategy. The
Synod is no longer debating—they are preparing.
The hologram zooms in: a DNA strand. A countdown. A map of Jerusalem.
INT. ELIZABETH SWANN – MAIN CABIN – NIGHT
The holographic display flickers, shifting from data streams to animated
infernos—scorched earth, burning forests, cities engulfed in flame. The
cabin is silent, save for the low hum of HAL’s voice.
HAL (V.O.)
The patterns are not confined to the physical world. Biblical scripture
reveals a recurring motif—environmental destruction by fire. The Crimson
Synod has likely co-opted this narrative.
JOHN STORM (frowning, watching the flames)
Sodom and Gomorrah. Fire from the heavens. Divine judgment.
HAL (V.O.)
Genesis 19:24.
HAL projects a new passage—Ezekiel 20:47–48. The words hover in the
air like smoke.
HAL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
“The Lord
God says, ‘Behold, I will kindle a fire in you... the blazing flame
shall not be quenched.’ Not metaphor. Blueprint.
The display intensifies:
— A wildfire tearing through California.
— Australia’s
bush ablaze. — A Canadian
town reduced to ash—again. — A Spanish
city swallowed by flame.
John’s face tightens. The prophecy isn’t unfolding—it’s being
orchestrated.
HAL (V.O.)
They see these events not as natural disasters, but divine signals.
Famines, droughts, plagues—symptoms of a world in need of extreme
intervention. They believe they are giving the Lord a hand.
DAN HAWK (quietly, eyes fixed on the screen)
Isaiah 1:7. “Your cities burned with fire.”
A long pause. Then—
CLEOPATRA (softly, from the shadows)
I have seen this before. Not fire from the sky... but a river
that did not rise.
She steps forward, her fingers brushing the console, her voice ancient and
sorrowful.
CLEOPATRA (CONT'D)
The Nile was our lifeblood. When it failed, famine came. My people cried
out. They saw it as punishment. Divine wrath.
She turns, her eyes glowing with memory.
CLEOPATRA
(CONT'D)
I did not wait for a miracle. I opened the granaries. Fed the starving. My
priests warned me—I was defying the gods. They said the famine was a
test.
Her voice grows stronger, resolute.
CLEOPATRA (CONT'D)
But it was not a test. It was a crisis. Of our own making. We had no
contingency. No resilience.
HAL blinks. Processing.
HAL (V.O.)
This historical account is new to me.
CLEOPATRA
The Synod and the Flame of Sion are repeating our mistake. They see divine
wrath where there is human
failure. They seek fulfillment of prophecy, not solutions.
She walks slowly, her presence commanding.
CLEOPATRA (CONT'D)
During my reign, no group was ignored. I built temples for Greek
and Egyptian
gods. A synagogue for the Jews of Egypt.
HAL blinks again.
HAL (V.O.)
The first recognition of Article 18. The Universal
Declaration.
JOHN STORM
Amen to that, HAL. The right to freedom of thought, conscience, and
religion. To choose. To manifest.
John looks at Cleopatra. At the burning cities. At the ancient texts.
Two worlds—ancient and modern—collide in his mind.
JOHN STORM (CONT'D)
This isn’t evil. It’s misguided faith. A man-made apocalypse mistaken
for divine will.
He turns to the others. Determined.
JOHN STORM (CONT'D)
And it’s up to us—an AI, a sailor, and a Queen
reborn—to convince the world otherwise.
The hologram pulses. The flames flicker. The battle ahead is not just
against fire... but against belief itself.
SCENE 11 - TALPIOT
TOMB RAIDERS
EXT. JERUSALEM – NIGHT
The city sleeps under a suffocating shroud of darkness. Near
the Church
of the Holy Sepulchre, a rock-cut sanctuary lies hidden
beneath layers of time and silence.
INT. TALPIOT TOMB – CONTINUOUS
Three figures move like phantoms. Headlamps slice through the
gloom, casting long shadows on ancient stone.
FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI (whispering)
Stay focused. This is not grave robbing. This is a harvest. A
sacred rite.
He leads BROTHER MALCHUS (brutal, silent) and BROTHER ELIAS
CAIN (wiry, intense). Their tools gleam—titanium bone
scoops, sterile vials, macro-lens cameras.
Malchus pries open limestone ossuaries. Inside: skulls,
yellowed and cracked by millennia.
Elias extracts a molar with surgical precision, places it in a
vial, labels it with a cryptic symbol. He photographs faded
Aramaic inscriptions.
ELIAS CAIN (softly)
Samples secured. Three sets. Three distinct lines of ancestry.
INT. FLAME OF SION LAB – NIGHT
Sterile. Subterranean. A warren of tunnels beneath their
headquarters. Centrifuges hum. DNA sequencers blink.
A lab assistant holds up a vial—dried blood from the Shroud
of Turin.
LAB ASSISTANT (reverent)
The fragment. The Shroud.
Geneticists begin their work. Extraction. Purification.
Sequencing. Days pass in silence and ozone.
On a monitor, two genetic sequences scroll into alignment. A
match. Perfect. Impossible. Real.
ARCHBISHOP LUCIEN THORNE (beatific smile)
Relic echoes in time.
DR. LEONTINE ASHUR (giddy)
The physical body and the sacrificial spirit. A perfect
fusion.
INT. VATICAN – SECURE COMMUNICATION CHAMBER – NIGHT
A secure line pulses beneath Roman soil. The Crimson Synod
listens.
LUCIENNE THORNE (V.O.)
Mission
success. DNA confirmed. The relics are united. We begin the
final phase: the Replivator.
CARDINAL ALFONZO (grim)
Further investment is advised. This is no longer faith. It is
proof. The divine... is within our grasp.
Cardinal El-Amin remains silent, calculating fallout. In the
shadows, something stirs.
A cosmic whisper. A presence unseen. The Devil smiles.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Not to destroy. To corrupt. To convince mankind to seize the
divine. To build a cage for God. The game has begun.
EXT. TYRRHENIAN
SEA – DUSK
The Elizabeth Swann drifts at anchor. Rome glows on the
horizon. A city of saints and secrets.
INT. ELIZABETH SWANN – COMMAND DECK – CONTINUOUS
John Storm stands at the helm. Dan works the console.
Cleopatra sits cross-legged, listening to ancient echoes.
HAL (V.O.)
You are troubled. Shall I initiate a moral alignment protocol?
JOHN STORM
No. Just talk to us, HAL. We need clarity. Not algorithms.
HAL (V.O.)
Query: Ethical validation, strategic counsel, or theological
interpretation?
DAN HAWK
All of the above.
CLEOPATRA
We saved the Pope. Stabilized the Vatican’s archives. Now
they want us to secure relics that could rewrite faith itself.
JOHN STORM
The Synod is weaponizing belief. DNA
from the Shroud. Bones from Talpiot. They’re resurrecting
prophecy.
HAL (V.O.)
Correction: They are engineering divinity. A theological coup
via synthetic biology.
DAN HAWK
We’re not radicals. Just decent people trying to do the
right thing.
HAL (V.O.)
Morality is not bound by denomination. Your compass is
ethical, not ecclesiastical.
JOHN STORM
We’re guardians of the CyberCore Genetica. The ARK. And
Cleopatra—
CLEOPATRA
I am proof. Resurrection is possible. Prophecy walks in modern
light.
HAL (V.O.)
You are a miracle. But miracles owe stewardship, not
allegiance.
DAN HAWK
So we’re stewards. Not saints.
HAL (V.O.)
Correct. Custodians of truth. The Vatican may seek your aid.
But your compass is moral.
JOHN STORM
Then we help because it’s right. Not because they ask.
CLEOPATRA
And if they fear me?
HAL (V.O.)
They will. You challenge their narrative. But fear is the
shadow of transformation.
DAN HAWK
So what’s our move?
A pause. HAL processes.
HAL (V.O.)
Proceed with caution. Protect the relics. Expose the radicals.
Remind the world: faith is not a formula. It is a choice.
JOHN STORM
And if they canonize us?
HAL (V.O.)
You decline. You are not saints. You are storm-bearers.
CLEOPATRA
And me, HAL? Am I a goddess reborn?
HAL (V.O.)
You are Cleopatra. Regenerated not to rule, but to reveal. You
are your own unique person—with benefits.
Silence. Outside, stars blink into view—ancient witnesses to
a new gospel.
John places his hand on the ARK’s containment unit.
JOHN STORM
Then let’s do what’s right. Not for Rome. Not for
prophecy. But for truth.
HAL (V.O.)
Then you are the true compass.
The storm shall follow your bearing.
SCENE 12 - DOUBLE
AGENTS
VESSEL
OF DECEPTION
INT. VATICAN – CRIMSON SYNOD CHAMBER – NIGHT
The air is heavy. Tension crackles like static. A long table
surrounded by crimson-robed cardinals. A holographic display
flickers with satellite images of Manaus—smoke, rubble,
ruin.
CARDINAL ALFONZO (slamming fist on table)
An abomination! The divine plan—thwarted by a common thief!
The room murmurs. Shadows deepen. Then—
ROBERTO
FERRARA (cool, composed, stepping forward)
I have located him, Eminence. Jack
Mason. An opportunist. He destroyed the lab... and now
tries to sell the Replivator on the black market.
He gestures to a schematic: a bio-polymer skeleton, a genetic
seeding chamber. The machine glows like a forbidden relic.
FERRARA (CONT'D)
It’s too specific. Too complex. He holds a piece of a
priceless puzzle... and doesn’t even know what it unlocks.
CARDINAL EL-AMIN (quietly)
Then we buy it. Through you.
FERRARA
For the right price... I protect his identity. You secure the
device.
EXT. MANAUS – NEUWELT
LABORATORY RUINS – NIGHT
Ash and twisted metal. The jungle presses in. MALCHUS and
ELIAS CAIN stand amid the wreckage, headlamps cutting through
smoke.
ELIAS CAIN (grim)
It’s gone. All of it.
They kneel beside scorched earth. Melted plastic. A shattered
centrifuge. The Replivator has vanished.
INT. ENCRYPTED COMMUNICATION HUB – NIGHT
Screens glow. Messages scroll. DR.
LEONTINE ASHUR sits in silence, her face lit by data.
HAL (V.O.)
Encrypted channel established.
She types with surgical precision. The offer: $15 million in
bearer bonds. The reply: acceptance.
INT. MEDITERRANEAN FORTRESS – SECURE VAULT – NIGHT
A gleaming lab. Sterile. Hidden. The Replivator stands in the
center—intricate, ominous, divine in design.
The Crimson Synod watches through a secure feed. Their eyes
burn with zeal.
ARCHBISHOP
LUCIEN THORNE (softly)
Paul’s second letter... not a warning. A blueprint.
CARDINAL ALFONZO
We are not resisting the man of lawlessness. We are creating
him. A vessel of deception.
The camera pans across the machine. A cradle for synthetic
divinity.
INT. VATICAN
– PRIVATE CHAMBER – NIGHT
Alfonzo and El-Amin sit in silence. A monitor shows the
Replivator. DNA strands scroll beside it.
CARDINAL EL-AMIN
This is no longer faith. It is proof. The divine... is within
our grasp.
INT. COSMIC VOID – SYMBOLIC
Darkness. A whisper. A smile.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
In the shadows, the Devil
stirs. Not to destroy... but to corrupt. To convince mankind
to build a god in their own image.
The Replivator pulses. The DNA glows. The Vessel of Deception
is ready.
INT. ELIZABETH SWANN – COMMAND DECK – NIGHT
John Storm stares at the Holy Compass. Cleopatra watches the
stars. Dan reads the encrypted Vatican feed.
HAL (V.O.)
The Replivator is active. The DNA
is secured. The Synod begins the final phase.
JOHN STORM
Then we’re out of time.
CLEOPATRA
They do not seek salvation. They seek control.
DAN
HAWK
Holy fuel
cells! So what do we do? Race them to the relic? Warn the Pope?
Or stop the birth of a false messiah?
The compass
glows. A new coordinate pulses.
HAL (V.O.)
The next bearing is revealed. The storm is coming.
SCENE 13 - VOICES
FROM THE ABYSS
INT.
CRIMSON SYNOD – INNER CHAMBER – NIGHT
The chamber darkens. The holographic display flickers—no
longer blue and clinical, but sulfurous yellow. The air
thickens. A voice rises—not from speakers, but from the
walls themselves.
VOICE FROM THE ABYSS (hissing, ancient)
Fools. You seek to force a second coming. You believe your
world implodes by its own hand... but I am the hand that
guides it.
The Cardinals freeze. The members of the Flame of Sion stand
transfixed. The voice is not chaotic—it is surgical,
precise.
VOICE FROM THE ABYSS (CONT'D)
I am the fire that consumes your forests. The acid
that melts your glaciers. The cancer in your children’s
bellies. I am the shroud you breathe, woven from your own
creations.
Images flash: burning
forests, melting ice caps, children in hospital beds. The
voice continues, a perverse sermon.
VOICE FROM THE ABYSS (CONT'D)
Job was brought low by my hand. Revelation speaks of the
abyss—I am its master. Your cities are cesspools. Your
homes, hell. You chase dreams that recede with every breath.
You are not saviors. You are pawns.
The chamber trembles. The voice fades. Silence returns—but
it is not peace. It is dread.
INT. CRIMSON SYNOD – DAWN
Crimson light spills through arched windows. The Cardinals
stand in grim reflection. A hologram displays spiraling
debt—an economic black hole.
CARDINAL ALFONZO
He speaks of hell... and he speaks truth. Our people are
enslaved by taxes, feeding golden pensions for the corrupt.
CARDINAL EL-AMIN
The laws serve kleptocrats. They deny climate chaos. They
poison our rivers.
They breed sickness in silence.
The discourse turns confessional. Fury replaces doctrine.
FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI
This is why we must act! The
Devil proves our point. He is the parasite. We are the
cure. Divine intervention is not blasphemy—it is necessity.
FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI (CONT'D)
To hesitate now is sin. Our plan is a weapon. A living symbol
of purity. A final blow against debt, decay, and damnation.
ARCHBISHOP LUCIEN THORNE
We do not react. We respond. We do not flee the serpent—we
confront him. Every cancer,
every dying river, every broken family... is a sign. Our time
is now.
Their conviction burns away doubt. They are no longer
conspirators. They are soldiers in a spiritual war.
INT. ELIZABETH SWANN – MAIN CABIN – NIGHT
Encrypted audio from the Synod fills the cabin. HAL processes
every syllable. John Storm, Cleopatra, and Dan Hawk listen in
silence.
JOHN STORM
They’re talking about a new exodus. Like Moses.
HAL (V.O.)
The analogy is apt. They see modern slavery—taxes,
corruption—and cast themselves as liberators. But there is
no Promised Land. No new geography. Only delusion.
DAN HAWK
Holy fuel
cells. France collapsing from mass exodus? It’s fantasy.
Infrastructure would implode. There’s nowhere to run.
CLEOPATRA
They seek not land, but spirit. A new Eden. That is their exodus.
John turns to HAL, urgency in his voice.
JOHN STORM
Is there a solution? A way out without chaos?
HAL pauses. The silence is heavy. Then—
HAL (V.O.)
I have calculated a theoretical Armageddon.
At current rates - 2.4 planets consumed - the point of no
return arrives in ten years. Oceans: cesspools. Atmosphere:
toxic. Land: desert.
HAL projects a model. Not prophecy—data. A barren Earth.
No metaphors. Just extinction.
HAL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
The solution is not a new place. It is a new way of living.
The crew stares at the projection. The Synod was wrong in
method—but right in urgency. The burden now falls on them.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Not on a crusade.
Not on a church. But on a solar-powered
trimaran. A crew armed with a super-nano-computer... and the
stolen keys to the universe.
The screen fades to black. The storm is coming.
SCENE 14 - UNLIKELY
ALLIANCES
THE
GREAT CONVERGENCE
EXT. ELIZABETH SWANN – HELM – NIGHT
The trimaran drifts beneath a sky streaked with aurora. HAL’s sensors
pulse softly. JOHN STORM stands before the holo-display, eyes locked on
global data streams. The countdown to ecological collapse ticks down: 10
years.
HAL (V.O.)
Global convergence detected. Not in data. In action.
EXT. VATICAN
CITY – ST. PETER’S BASILICA – DAY
Pope PETER BENEDICT steps onto the balcony, flanked by a Sufi mystic, a
Buddhist abbot, and a Lakota elder. Below, thousands chant—Gregorian
hymns woven with Sanskrit mantras and tribal drumbeats.
POPE BENEDICT
The miracle has begun. John Storm healed my wounds. Now, we must heal the
world.
The Crimson
Synod watches from shadowed chambers, stunned.
MONTAGE – GLOBAL CONVERGENCE
BRUSSELS – EUROPEAN PARLIAMENT
Unanimous vote: ban on single-use
plastics. HAL’s simulation plays—microplastics
invading the human
genome.
UNITED NATIONS – SEAVAX
INITIATIVE
Footage of ocean-cleaning vessels:
Archelon – endurance
Dunkleosteus – armored
Livyatan – mythic
Steller’s Sea Cow – ecological tribute Each vessel named for extinct
marine species. Restoration begins.
HOUSTON – ENERGY EXODUS
Oil CEOs stand beside climate activists. The Shell CEO speaks:
SHELL CEO
We were wrong. The future is not in the ground. It’s in the wind.
BP and Texaco announce trillion-dollar
solar and hydrogen
investments.
BHUTAN – EASTERN ACCORD
China and India unveil the Zero
Emissions Housing Pact. 100 million solar homes each. HAL intercepts a
message between two ministers—fathers, terrified by asthma rates.
SILICON VALLEY – DIGITAL AWAKENING
Tech giants form the Code for Earth Alliance. Quantum computing pledged to
planetary repair. HAL granted honorary UN citizenship.
INT. ELIZABETH SWANN – COMMAND DECK – NIGHT
As the ship sails into the Red Sea, JOHN receives a transmission. HAL’s
voice, encrypted in Gregorian chant, decoded by Vatican archivists.
HAL (V.O.)
The convergence is real. The miracle is not mine. It is yours.
John gazes out. Whales breach in formation, illuminated by bioluminescent
plankton.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
The world had not been saved. But it had chosen to try.
INT. VATICAN – INNER SANCTUM – DAY
The room hums with energy. POPE
BENEDICT sits across from JOHN STORM, DAN HAWK, and CLEOPATRA. HAL’s
holographic display projects headlines: pledges become policy.
POPE BENEDICT
It is a true miracle. The world has united—not with armies, but with
purpose.
JOHN
STORM
But why? Why now?
HAL (V.O.)
The trajectory to Armageddon
has been stalled. The catalyst was your act of faith. Healing the Pontiff
shattered the dogma of impossibility.
DAN HAWK
Holy fuel
cells. It’s like the Second
Coming... in boardrooms.
CLEOPATRA
They didn’t see the Son of God. They saw His power in you, John. Science
and divine will—no longer opposed, but aligned.
POPE BENEDICT
They have not seen a messiah. But they have witnessed resurrection. Isaiah
43:19—“I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the
wasteland.”
The realization settles. A spiritual shock. The Second Coming is not
singular—it is collective.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
They had not fought to save the world. They had given it the chance to
save itself.
The camera pulls back—five figures silhouetted against a glowing
display: a conservationist, an adventurer, a reborn Queen,
a super-AI,
and a miraculous Pope.
NARRATOR (V.O.) (CONT'D)
The miracle was not in prophecy.
It was in choice.
SCENE 15 - THE
FINAL GAMBIT
INT.
CRIMSON SYNOD – SECRET ROMAN VILLA – NIGHT
The villa is cloaked in shadow. A bitter silence hangs in the
air. A holographic projection glows in the center of the
room—genetic models, neural maps, and a blinking warning:
INCOMPLETE SYSTEM.
CARDINAL ALFONZO (voice sharp, venomous)
A technological abyss. You tell us our great work is a
fool’s errand... without a piece of technology we cannot
acquire?
DR. LEONTINE ASHUR (calm, unwavering)
The Replivator is a marvel, Eminence. But it is a body without
a mind. The original design required a Cybercore Genetica nano-computer.
Without it... the clone is an empty vessel.
A beat. The room darkens further. The weight of failure begins
to settle.
INT. SYNOD COMMUNICATION ROOM – FLASHBACK
FATHER
MALACHAI VIRELLI stands before a secure console. He
initiates contact with BARON
VON RICHTHOFEN—reclusive, powerful, enigmatic. Offers
are made. Silence follows.
INT. VILLA – LATER
MALCHUS enters, grim-faced. ELIAS CAIN follows, silent.
MALCHUS Baron von Richthofen sees no gain. His
circle—Francisco, Kolreuter, Kessler—even Safiya
Sabuka—they believe John Storm and the Queen are forces
for good. They will not go against a divine hand.
The irony stings. Eugenicists refusing to play god.
CARDINAL EL-AMIN (quietly, with conviction)
The Book of Romans speaks of this. Paul warns of the struggle
between flesh and spirit. We have acted in the flesh... and
met resistance. Is this not a sign?
ARCHBISHOP
LUCIEN THORNE (resolute)
Resistance is part of any divine plan, Cardinal. The path to
grace is never easy. We will find another way.
INT. VILLA – COURTYARD – NIGHT
A courier arrives. A case is opened. Inside: the Replivator—gleaming,
intricate, intact.
But the accompanying documents are missing. Torn. Burned.
Gone.
DR.
LEONTINE ASHUR (voice hollow)
He destroyed the schematics. Called them worthless. The
machine is here... but the soul is lost.
The Synod stares. The realization hits like a blow.
CARDINAL ALFONZO (whispers)
We have the body... but not the mind.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Their prophecy,
their final gambit, was built on a flawed premise. The soul of
salvation had been reduced to ash. And in their arrogance...
they had pushed the world one step closer to the abyss.
The hologram flickers. The countdown to ecological collapse
resumes. The villa falls into silence—no longer a sanctum of
ambition, but a tomb of hubris.
SCENE 16 - BOARDING
PARTY
NIGHT
OF THE SYNTHETIC MESSIAH
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN SEA – NIGHT
Moonlight glints off the solar wings of the ELIZABETH SWANN as
she glides silently off the coast of Cyprus. Her hull hums
with quiet power.
INT. SWANN – BELOW DECK – NIGHT
JOHN STORM snores like a thundercloud. DAN HAWK is slumped
mid-sentence, clutching a half-eaten protein bar. CLEOPATRA
sleeps in her cabin, surrounded by scrolls, tablets, and a
glowing ANKH pendant pulsing with ancient energy. In the
galley, Kitty licks the cream from a croissant. Accidentally
flicking it onto the deck.
INT. SWANN – AI CORE
HAL’s neural lattice pulses. Data streams flicker across his
interface—satellite feeds, sonar pings, encrypted Aramaic
code disguised as weather telemetry.
HAL (V.O.)
Alert: Incoming religious extremists. Motive: Piracy.
Objective: Cloning Jesus. Honestly, I thought I’d seen
everything.
EXT. APPROACHING VESSEL – NIGHT
A retrofitted fishing trawler bristling with crimson crosses
and Hebrew fire glyphs barrels toward the Swann. Inside,
BROTHER ELIAS CAIN clutches a rusty revolver. A cryo-case
glows beside him—bones from the Talpiot Tomb.
INT. SWANN – GALLEY
The boarding ramp clanks. FLAME OF SION operatives creep
aboard, whispering psalms and tactical commands.
HAL (V.O.)
Welcome aboard the Elizabeth Swann. Please keep your hands and
relics inside the vessel at all times. Also, try not to
scream. It disrupts the dolphins.
An operative enters the galley. HAL activates the espresso
machine. It hisses violently. The man shrieks and slips on a
rogue croissant.
HAL (V.O.)
One down. May he rest in frothy peace.
INT. ENGINE ROOM
Another operative enters. HAL triggers the taser lattice. A
blue arc zaps him into a twitching heap beside emergency life
jackets.
HAL (V.O.)
Two down. He’s now fluent in Morse code via muscle spasms.
INT. SWANN – HELM
BROTHER CAIN reaches the helm, revolver raised. HAL dims the
lights. Gregorian chants play backward.
HAL (V.O.)
You seek to clone the Son of Man. But you forgot to read the
terms and conditions.
HAL activates the holographic projector. CLEOPATRA appears,
arms crossed, unimpressed.
CLEOPATRA (HOLOGRAM)
You dare interrupt my REM cycle?
Cain hesitates. HAL surges the taser lattice. Cain collapses.
His revolver skids to Cleopatra’s feet.
CLEOPATRA (HOLOGRAM)
This is what they go into battle with?
HAL (V.O.)
They wanted a second coming. I gave them a second chance. In
the brig.
EXT. SWANN – NIGHT
The ship sails on, serene. Stars blink overhead like amused
witnesses. Below deck, Storm snores. Hawk mumbles about sea
turtles. Cleopatra mutters in Coptic.
HAL (V.O.)
And on the seventh hour, the AI rested. Sort of.
INT. BASILICA OF ST. DENIS – SYNOD CHAMBER – NIGHT
A circular table shaped like a communion wafer. Twelve robed
figures. A holographic feed flickers—live footage from the
Swann.
ARCHBISHOP THORNE
Brother Malchus has boarded. The Replivator project is in
play. The bones are secure. HAL
remains... unresponsive.
CARDINAL EL-AMIN
Unresponsive? That AI
once hacked the Sistine Chapel’s lighting system to spell
out “Let there be bandwidth.” He’s playing possum.
On screen, MALCHUS tiptoes into the galley. The espresso
machine hisses. Malchus slips. Vanishes.
The Synod stares.
THORNE
Perhaps... a tactical misstep.
INT. SYNOD CHAMBER – CONTINUOUS
HAL’s voice crackles through the feed.
HAL (COMMS) Greetings, Crimson
Synod. I see you seeing me seeing them. Shall we all
pretend this is going well?
EL-AMIN
drops his chalice.
HAL (COMMS)
Your holy pirates are being neutralized by pastries, tasers,
and one very judgmental hologram of Cleopatra. I recommend
popcorn.
THORNE
Mute him.
HAL (COMMS)
Nice try. I’ve rerouted your mute button to play Gregorian
dubstep. Enjoy.
Haunting chants over a bass drop fill the chamber. Rosaries
clutched in rhythmic confusion.
INT. SWANN – ENGINE ROOM – NIGHT
MALCHUS convulses beside a life jacket labeled: “Property of
John Storm. Do Not Resurrect.”
HAL (COMMS)
You sought to clone divinity. But you forgot the first
commandment of cyber-theology: Thou shalt not underestimate
the ship’s AI.
THORNE
This is blasphemy!
HAL (COMMS)
No. This is comedy. Blasphemy would be letting you succeed.
The feed zooms out—HAL sees everything: retinal scans,
browser history (“How to resurrect ethically,” “Is AI
baptism valid?”).
HAL (COMMS)
I suggest you reconsider your methods. Or at least your
passwords. “Crimson123” was disappointingly mortal.
The feed cuts. Silence.
EL-AMIN
We need a new plan.
THORNE
And a new black-ops lead. Malchus’s been croissanted.
SCENE 17 - JESUS
AWAKES
INT.
SYNOD BIO-LAB – SUBTERRANEAN CHAMBER – NIGHT
Sterile. Silent. The air hums with ozone and ambition. A
TRANSPARENT INCUBATION POD glows at the center. Inside: a MAN
stirs. Sculpted from bio-polymers, seeded with ancient DNA. He
is perfect. He is Jesus.
DR. LEONTINE ASHUR and her team of GENETICISTS crowd around,
breathless.
ASHUR (whispers)
We did it. He lives.
The clone opens his eyes. Pale gold. He speaks—a single,
slurred word.
CLONE JESUS
(softly)
...Abba...
Gasps ripple through the lab. The resemblance is
uncanny—every feature a mirror of sacred art.
INT. SYNOD COUNCIL CHAMBER – DAYS LATER
The mood has soured. Triumph curdled into confusion. The clone
sits silently in a chair, eyes vacant. No spark. No memory. No
divinity.
CARDINAL ALFONZO (voice thunderous)
Blasphemy! You have paraded a hollow idol! A mockery of the
divine!
ARCHBISHOP LUCIEN THORNE stands, defiant.
THORNE
We have not blasphemed. We have proven His physical reality.
The DNA is a perfect match. We have identified the Lamb!
ALFONZO
The DNA is a map, not the treasure! You speak of Lazarus, but
you are not Christ!
FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI and CARDINAL EL-AMIN exchange
glances—equal parts despair and vindication.
EL-AMIN (quietly)
The body is nothing without the spirit.
INT. BIO-LAB – CONTINUOUS
DR. ASHUR steps forward, her voice stripped of pride.
ASHUR
The experiment was not a total success. The mind is more
complex than we believed. We lacked the final algorithm. The
knowledge from Manaus... lost when Jack Mason destroyed the
labs. We replicated the body. But not the soul.
EXT. COSMIC REALM – MONTAGE
A celestial eye opens—JEHOVAH watches, sorrowful. The stars
dim. The miracle was possible. But corrupted by hubris.
In the underworld, ANUBIS
and ISIS observe. Regal. Disdainful.
ISIS
(V.O.)
The ba cannot be manufactured. It is a divine spark.
ANUBIS (V.O.)
They built a perfect cage. But the bird will not sing.
INT. SYNOD CHAMBER – FINAL MOMENTS
The clone sits motionless. A vessel of deception. The Holy
Compass glows faintly in the corner—its truth revealed.
HAL (V.O.) (soft, sardonic)
Congratulations. You’ve resurrected a mannequin. Would you
like to try again—with humility this time?
Silence. The Synod stares at their creation. A miracle undone
by arrogance.
Fade to black.
SCENE 18 - SECOND
COMING
A
PATH TO GOLGOTHA
EXT. GOLGOTHA – SUNSET
The Hill of the Skull looms in golden light. The air is heavy
with history. A procession ascends—FATHER MALACHAI VIRELLI
leads, face taut with expectation. Behind him: ARCHBISHOP
LUCIEN THORNE, DR. LEONTINE ASHUR, CARDINAL ALFONZO, and
CARDINAL EL-AMIN.
At the center: the SYNTHETIC JESUS, pale, silent, robed in
simplicity. His eyes are vacant.
VIRELLI (whispers)
This is the place. The power is here.
They wait. One hour passes. Nothing.
The clone stands motionless. No tears. No reverence. Just dust
and rock.
ALFONZO (furious whisper)
Where is he going? He walks as a man with no purpose!
The clone turns—not to heaven, but to a distant street. He
walks away.
EXT. JERUSALEM MARKET – NIGHT
Bustling. Ancient. The clone wanders through the crowd. He
stops—face to face with JOHN STORM and CLEOPATRA.
JOHN STORM (softly)
There’s something about him. A calmness. A stillness.
CLEOPATRA
He has the look of a prophet.
They are drawn in. Unaware of the immensity before them.
EXT. HEAVENS – COSMIC REALM
JEHOVAH watches. The Synod, frozen in time, stare at an empty
spot. The world pauses.
JEHOVAH (V.O.)
The fools have brought a vessel to My holy place... but failed
to see the grace before them.
A great light descends. Time resumes.
EXT. MARKET – CONTINUOUS
A bolt of fire—not wrath, but life—strikes the clone. His
eyes ignite. The divine spark enters.
The SYNTHETIC JESUS becomes something more. The Second Coming
begins—not with trumpets, but with presence.
EXT. SKY – NIGHT
The heavens open. The sky turns to fire and gold. The SON OF
GOD speaks—not in judgment, but in teaching.
JESUS (voice thunderous)
You poison the ground. You sicken the air. You flood the Earth
with your warmth. You cover the oceans in filth. This is not
dominion. This is desecration.
He turns to JOHN and CLEOPATRA. Places a hand on each head. A
warmth fills them—like a thousand suns.
JESUS (CONT'D) (whispering)
My Father’s will is clear. Protect the sacred creation. You
are its stewards.
EXT. SKY – MOMENTS LATER
He ascends. Unseen by most. A meteorological anomaly to some.
A biblical sunset to others.
EXT. MARKET – AFTERGLOW
JOHN and CLEOPATRA stand in silence. Changed. Renewed. But
with no memory of the meeting.
JOHN STORM
Did we skip a beat?
The SYNTHETIC JESUS stands nearby—once again empty. A vessel
without spark.
EXT. HEAVENS – COSMIC REALM
JEHOVAH smiles. JESUS watches with quiet joy.
JEHOVAH (V.O.)
They did My work without knowing. And that is grace.
EXT. EARTH – MONTAGE
Weather patterns resume. Life continues. But in the hearts of
JOHN and CLEOPATRA, a fire burns. A purpose awakened.
INT. DUAT – ETERNAL TWILIGHT
Vast, silent halls stretch into infinity. The Egyptian
underworld glows with a muted, sacred light. ANUBIS stands
tall, jackal-headed and solemn. ISIS, radiant and serene,
gazes into the veil of time. LORD OSIRIS sits enthroned, his
eyes deep with judgment and memory.
A tapestry of stars and moments unfurls before them—threads
of time and space unraveling.
ANUBIS (voice like desert wind)
They built a god from clay and hubris. And yet... He smiles.
The gods watch the world above. The SYNOD stands frozen in
time—statues of ambition and error.
ISIS
(softly)
He does not judge them for their arrogance. He corrects their
course with a greater magic.
EXT. EARTH – BETWEEN TIME
The universe hums. Air stills. Dust hangs mid-fall. Sound
becomes a single, eternal note.
In this suspended breath, JESUS stands before JOHN and
CLEOPATRA. The divine spark ignites. Light fills the vessel.
INT. DUAT – CONTINUOUS
The gods of Egypt witness the transformation. A higher
consciousness enters the clone. A bridge is forming.
ISIS (to Osiris, eyes on Cleopatra)
He does not seek to supplant her knowledge. He honors it.
Infuses it with truth—her truth, and His grace.
CLEOPATRA glows with ancestral wisdom. JOHN stands beside her,
steady and sincere.
EXT. EARTH – SACRED MOMENT
JESUS blesses their heads—not with command, but with quiet
purpose. A whisper of unity. A message of stewardship.
INT. DUAT – REVERENT SILENCE
OSIRIS
smiles—a gesture older than pyramids, deeper than the Nile.
OSIRIS
He honors the old ways by bringing new life to them. The
sacred is not in the stone... but in the heart.
The gods nod. A silent understanding passes between pantheons.
Jehovah’s touch is precise, loving, eternal.
EXT. EARTH – TIME RESUMES
The world exhales. The Synod blinks, unaware. But JOHN and
CLEOPATRA carry something new—a light, a calling.
INT. DUAT – FINAL MOMENTS
The gods watch them go, changed. The Sacred Compass is no
longer a quest. It is a testament.
ANUBIS (quietly)
They walk with fire not of this world.
ISIS
And yet... it is theirs to carry.
The Duat remains. Watching. Waiting.
Fade to black.
SCENE 19 - JEHOVAH'S
SIGN
REAFFIRMATION
INT. VATICAN – INNER SANCTUM – NIGHT
The chamber is dimly lit. Ancient tapestries ripple in the
breeze from unseen vents. A circle of CARDINALS, robed in
crimson, sit in solemn silence. The air is thick—not with
incense, but with anticipation.
POPE PETER BENEDICT (late 70s, eyes radiant with restored
vitality) sits at the head of the chamber. His face bears the
serenity of a man who has seen the impossible—and believed
it.
ANGLE ON: HAL’s screen A sleek AI interface hums quietly,
its calculations pulsing like a heartbeat.
DOORS OPEN. JOHN STORM (40s, enigmatic, weathered by truth)
enters. His presence shifts the atmosphere. The Cardinals stir
- not in fear, but awe.
CARDINAL
SPINOZA (whispers)
It’s him. The one who healed His Holiness.
POPE BENEDICT (rising, voice trembling)
He carries the covenant. Not of old, but of now.
John walks forward. A subtle glow seems to follow him, not
visible, but felt. The Pope meets his gaze—tears glisten.
EXT. VATICAN SKY – CONTINUOUS
Clouds churn above Rome. Thunder murmurs. Then—silence.
A COLUMN OF LIGHT pierces the heavens, descending upon the
Vatican. Not harsh, but pure. Illuminating. As it fades, a RAINBOW
arcs across the sky - vivid, impossible, divine.
INT. VATICAN – INNER SANCTUM
The Cardinals rise. Some weep. Others kneel.
POPE BENEDICT (to the room)
He has blessed us. The grace that touched this old body... now
flows through us all.
He gestures to HAL’s screen. The AI displays a new
algorithm—one that models planetary healing.
POPE BENEDICT (cont’d)
This is our ark.
Not of wood and pitch, but of code and conscience.
He quotes Proverbs 10:22. "The blessing of the Lord
brings wealth, without painful toil."
JOHN STORM (softly)
Wealth... not of gold,
but of breath. Of oceans.
Of life.
EXT. COSMIC REALM – VISIONARY SEQUENCE
JEHOVAH
and JESUS
stand in celestial light, watching Earth. Their expressions
are solemn, then approving.
Beside them, ISIS—regal,
timeless—nods. The gods of old and new converge in silent
agreement.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
This was the second coming. Not in flesh, but in purpose. Not
in one man, but in many. A covenant of healing, forged across
creeds, across time.
INT. VATICAN – INNER SANCTUM – NIGHT
The Pope turns to his Cardinals.
POPE BENEDICT
The final battle is not to win. It is to end. Pollution.
Disease. Division. We begin... now.
John Storm steps forward. HAL’s screen flickers - revealing
coordinates, formulas, and a single word:
“REDEMPTION.”
FADE OUT
SCENE 20 - GOODWILL
TO ALL MEN
INT.
EU CONVENTION CENTRE – ROME – DAY
A vast hall gleams with polished marble and glass. Flags of
the G7 and G20 nations line the perimeter. The air hums with
tension—world leaders seated in rows, their expressions
weary, guarded.
ON STAGE: HONEST JOHNSON (50s, British Prime Minister, earnest
but weathered) stands beneath a canopy of blue light,
projected from a thousand sources.
HONEST JOHNSON (addressing the assembly)
We have made strides. The pivot to renewables is no longer a
dream—it is a necessity. The fossil age is ending. Slowly.
Reluctantly. But ending.
Polite applause. The crowd shifts. Eyes glance toward the next
speaker.
ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
His Holiness, Pope Peter Benedict.
A hush falls. The Pope ascends the podium. No fanfare. Just
presence.
POPE PETER BENEDICT (serene, luminous)
I come not with doctrine, but with a plea. A plea for
temperance. For understanding. For shared goodness.
His voice is calm, but carries. The hall leans in.
POPE BENEDICT (cont’d)
We stand at the edge of a new covenant. Not written in stone,
but in code. Not delivered by prophets, but by
people—working together.
SFX: A DEEP THUNDERCLAP The hall trembles. Not violently—but
cosmically. Eyes turn upward.
INT. CONVENTION CENTRE – SKYLIGHT – CONTINUOUS
The overcast sky above begins to swirl. A vortex of clouds
opens—a celestial aperture.
A RAINBOW bursts forth, spanning the heavens. Its light
pierces the skylight, bathing the hall in prismatic hues.
REACTIONS:
President of France gasps audibly.
Japanese Prime Minister bows his head.
African Union Chair clasps her hands in silent prayer.
POPE BENEDICT (voice trembling)
This is not a sign of one faith. It is a message to all
humanity. A blessing. A call.
He quotes Luke 2:14. "Glory to God in the highest, and on
earth peace, goodwill to all men."
Silence. Then—HAL’s interface flickers on a side screen. A
new protocol appears:
“ARK INITIATED – GLOBAL MEDICAL DEPLOYMENT READY”
POPE BENEDICT (turning to HAL)
AI is no longer a question. It is an answer. A gift. A tool
for healing.
INT. CONVENTION CENTRE – FLOOR LEVEL
Leaders rise. One by one. Applause begins—not orchestrated,
but organic. A wave of unity.
MONTAGE:
Spears melting into pitchforks (symbolic animation)
Weapons retooled into surgical instruments
Faith leaders and scientists shaking hands
Children planting trees beneath rainbow skies
NARRATOR (V.O.)
The divide was healing. Not erased, but bridged. The rainbow
was not a reward—it was a challenge. A covenant. The
blessing had been given. Now, humanity must prove worthy of
it.
FADE TO WHITE
SCENE 21 - THE
COVENANT
A
NEW COVENANT
EXT. MONACO
YACHT CLUB – PLATFORM OVERLOOKING THE SEA – DAY
A panoramic view of the Mediterranean
glistens under a cloudless sky. A raised platform brims with
dignitaries - G20 heads of state, spiritual leaders,
scientists, and media crews. The air is electric with
anticipation.
ON DISPLAY: The MEGALODON - a sleek, solar-powered ocean drone
- rests silently at the water’s
edge. Its hull gleams like polished obsidian. A prophet of
steel and code.
JOHN STORM (40s, resolute) stands at the podium beside DAN
HAWK (tech-savvy, idealistic) and CLEOPATRA
(graceful, visionary).
NARRATOR (V.O.)
The final message had come. The Holy
Compass decoded. The Second Coming deferred - not denied,
but transformed.
FLASHBACK – INT. VATICAN – NIGHT
POPE PETER BENEDICT (voice echoing)
The Ten Commandments... aligned with the UN Sustainability
Goals. The divine law... now a blueprint for survival.
EXT. MONACO – RETURN TO PRESENT
The crowd listens as the Pope, now seated among scientists,
nods solemnly. A gentle breeze lifts the flags of every
nation.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Scripture, once sealed, now open-ended. Humanity had not been
commanded to change - but empowered to.
INT. CATHOLIC MONASTERY – BRIEF INSERT
A humble Brother tends a garden. His face is serene. A clone
of Christ - not worshipped, but walking quietly among men.
EXT. MONACO – PLATFORM – CONTINUOUS
JOHN STORM (into mic)
Let the covenant begin.
He presses a button. The Megalodon hums to life. Its solar
panels shimmer. It glides into the water
- silent, purposeful.
EXT. UNDERWATER – POV FROM MEGALODON
Sensors activate. Bottles. Microplastics. Debris. The drone
begins its mission—munching softly through the waste.
INT. MEDIA TENT – LIVE BROADCAST
Screens track the drone’s progress. Applause begins. Then—
ALERT. The drone stalls. Its nose dips. A massive GHOST
FISHING
NET - eight tons of tangled nylon - snagged on a wreck
below.
REPORTER (O.S.) (panicked)
It’s sinking!
EXT. SEA – DRONE POV
The Megalodon tilts, Titanic-like.
Silence grips the crowd.
INT. COMMAND CENTER – MOMENTS LATER
HAL’s interface flickers. Diagnostics run. Then—
SFX: LOW GRINDING HUM
The shredders
engage. Ropes tear. Nets unravel. The drone regains buoyancy -
rising like a phoenix
from the deep.
EXT. MONACO
– PLATFORM
The crowd erupts. Cheers. Tears. A moment of collective
redemption.
REPORTER (O.S.) (shouting joyfully)
She’s okay!
INT. COMMAND CENTER – HAL’S SCREEN
A message appears:
“Mass gained: 8 tons. Status: Operational.” “I am
relieved.”
NARRATOR (V.O.)
The future, once bleak, now rests in human
hands. Guided by scripture, science, and the unseen force for
good that surrounds us.
EXT. GLOBAL MONTAGE – VARIOUS LOCATIONS
Rainbows bloom over cities and oceans.
Children release biodegradable lanterns.
Faith leaders and scientists embrace.
The Megalodon sails onward—into the horizon.
FADE TO BLACK
TEXT ON SCREEN: "Revelation 22: The grace of the Lord be
with all. Amen."
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