TITLE: The Tenets of Sharing
INT. VATICAN – NIGHT
The grand hall of the Vatican is quiet, the stone walls echoing with a sense of history. Pope Pius XIII, dressed in his white robes, stands at a large wooden podium, addressing a small group of trusted advisors and leaders. His gaze is intense, his voice calm but commanding.
POPE PIUS XIII
(softly but firmly)
“Democracy is not simply a system of government. It is a moral imperative. And Christian socialism, the kind of socialism that bears the teachings of Christ, is not about taking away from the rich or punishing the powerful—it is about sharing. Sharing everything. Sharing the fruits of labor, the wealth of the land, and most importantly, sharing power.”
He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. His eyes scan the room, looking each advisor in the eye.
POPE PIUS XIII
“Jesus Himself taught us that to be great in the Kingdom of God, one must be the servant of all. What does that mean, if not to serve the people? To share power, not hoard it? To lift up those who are weak, poor, and oppressed, so that all may have an equal chance at the riches of life—whether they be material or spiritual.”
The advisors shift uncomfortably, some nodding in agreement, others skeptical. Pope Pius XIII’s tone grows more impassioned.
POPE PIUS XIII
“We have failed if we allow power to remain concentrated in the hands of the few. We have failed if the wealth of the world, the resources that God has provided, are hoarded by the privileged while the many suffer. It is not enough to give charity. Charity is not justice. Justice demands that we redistribute—not just wealth, but the very power that governs us.”
He steps away from the podium, walking slowly toward a large map of the world on the wall. His finger traces the continents, the countries, the boundaries.
POPE PIUS XIII
“We must create a world where power is not a tool for oppression, but a means of lifting others. Where the powerful do not rule over the weak, but share in the burden of governance. A world where the decisions made in the halls of power are not about maintaining the status quo, but about creating a society that is just, equitable, and loving.”
He turns back to the group, his eyes fierce, his voice steady.
POPE PIUS XIII
“This is the vision of democratic Christian socialism. It is not a utopia. It is a call to action. A call to share, to serve, to give. To ensure that all, no matter their station in life, have access to the blessings of this earth. And that power, the most dangerous and corrupting force, is shared equally among all.”
He pauses, letting the silence fill the room.
POPE PIUS XIII
“Do not let the world tell you that power is meant to be hoarded. Do not let the systems of wealth and privilege convince you that some are born to rule while others are born to serve. In the eyes of God, we are all His children, and we are all meant to share in the blessings He has given us.”
The advisors sit in stunned silence, some visibly moved, others deep in thought. Pope Pius XIII’s gaze softens, his voice quieter but no less resolute.
POPE PIUS XIII
“It is time for us to lead by example. To show the world that true power lies in service, in sharing, in love.”
He turns and walks toward the door, his robes flowing behind him. The room remains still, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
FADE OUT.
TITLE: The 10 Planks of Christian Communism
INT. VATICAN – STUDY ROOM – NIGHT
A dimly lit room filled with books, scrolls, and ancient manuscripts. Pope John Paul III, dressed in his papal robes, sits at a large wooden desk, quill in hand. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he writes on a parchment, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the room.
The Pope’s deep Croatian accent is reflected in the intensity of his writing. His pen moves steadily as he drafts the 10 Planks of Christian Communism, each plank a blend of Christ’s teachings and a call for radical social change.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
(softly, to himself)
“The time has come to rewrite the old script, to return to the true teachings of Christ. Not in the halls of the wealthy, but in the streets where the poor suffer. Here, we begin.”
He writes the first plank.
1. Thou shalt have no other gods before the common good.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
(whispering)
“The pursuit of wealth, power, and status has become an idol. We must worship the common good, the well-being of all people, above all else.”
He moves to the next plank.
2. Thou shalt not make for thyself a graven image of private property.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“The greed for private property has divided the world. We must reject the idolization of wealth and instead strive for communal ownership, where all share in the earth’s bounty.”
He writes the third plank.
3. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord in vain, nor use His teachings for selfish gain.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Religion has been twisted by the powerful to justify their oppression. We must restore the truth of Christ’s message, which calls for justice, equality, and love for all.”
He writes the fourth plank.
4. Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy, for rest is a right of all, not a privilege of the few.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Rest is a gift from God. No one should be forced to work endlessly while others enjoy leisure. We must create a society where all can rest, reflect, and live in peace.”
He writes the fifth plank.
5. Honor thy father and mother, and ensure that all families have the means to live with dignity.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Family is sacred, and no family should be left to suffer in poverty. We must build a society where every family has the resources to thrive, not just survive.”
He writes the sixth plank.
6. Thou shalt not kill, nor allow others to die from poverty and neglect.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Life is sacred, and we must fight against the forces that cause death through hunger, disease, and war. We must ensure that every person has access to the necessities of life.”
He writes the seventh plank.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultery, nor exploit the vulnerable for personal gain.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Exploitation, whether of workers or the poor, is a form of betrayal. We must protect the vulnerable and ensure that no one is used for the gain of the few.”
He writes the eighth plank.
8. Thou shalt not steal, but ensure that wealth is distributed justly among all.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Stealing from the poor to enrich the rich is an abomination. We must ensure that wealth is shared, and that all have access to the resources they need to live with dignity.”
He writes the ninth plank.
9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor, but speak the truth in love and justice.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Truth is the foundation of justice. We must expose the lies that perpetuate inequality and stand firm in our commitment to the truth, no matter the cost.”
He writes the tenth plank.
10. Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself, and work toward a world where all are equal in dignity and opportunity.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Love is the greatest commandment. We must build a world where no one is left behind, where all people are equal, and where love and compassion guide our actions.”
Pope John Paul III leans back in his chair, surveying the ten planks he has written. He nods to himself, feeling the weight of the responsibility.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
(softly)
“These are not just words. They are a call to action. A call to change the world.”
He rolls up the parchment and seals it with wax, ready to present his vision to the world.
FADE OUT.
TITLE: The Bullet Sign
INT. VATICAN – PRIVATE STUDY – NIGHT
The room is dimly lit, filled with books and old manuscripts. Pope Pius XIII and Pope John Paul III sit across from each other at a large wooden table, a quiet tension in the air. The weight of their conversation lingers.
POPE PIUS XIII
(softly)
“John Paul, the visit of Marilyn Manson… it was nothing short of a miracle. I could feel the presence of something… otherworldly. He came to us with a heart full of questions, but also a soul that is clearly searching.”
Pope John Paul III listens intently, his brow furrowed.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“You believe he is considering joining the Church?”
POPE PIUS XIII
“I do. But it is not a decision to be taken lightly. The path he walks is filled with thorns. The world sees him as a symbol of rebellion, a figure of darkness. But perhaps, just perhaps, he seeks the light now.”
Pope John Paul III leans forward, his fingers lightly tapping the table.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“What does he need most, then?”
POPE PIUS XIII
(quietly)
“Protection. Am I correct?”
Pope John Paul III nods, understanding the gravity of the situation.
POPE PIUS XIII
“He has a bullet sign on his back. He is a marked man, not just by the world, but by his own people. Many Christians see him as an enemy of the faith. He receives death threats almost daily, from those who believe his very existence is a blasphemy.”
The air thickens with the weight of the words. Pope John Paul III’s gaze hardens as he reflects on the reality of Manson’s plight.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
(softly)
“To be a man of such fame and yet so alone… It’s a heavy burden. And the Church, the very institution he is considering joining, may be his greatest threat.”
Pope Pius XIII’s expression turns somber.
POPE PIUS XIII
“We must offer him not just the Church, but protection from those who would see him silenced. The faith he seeks cannot come with the price of his life.”
Pope John Paul III stands, walking toward a window overlooking the Vatican gardens. His voice is calm, but there is a resolve in it.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Perhaps we are the ones who must show the world what true Christianity means. Not condemnation, but acceptance. Not hatred, but love. If Marilyn Manson is to join us, it must be on the terms of grace, not judgment.”
He turns back to Pope Pius XIII, his eyes steady.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“He is not the first to come to us in need of redemption. And he will not be the last.”
Pope Pius XIII nods, the weight of the decision settling on both of them.
POPE PIUS XIII
“Then we will protect him, John Paul. We will stand by him, as Christ would stand by any soul seeking salvation. And we will show the world that no one is beyond the reach of God’s love.”
There is a moment of silence, both men contemplating the gravity of the situation. Pope Pius XIII stands, placing a hand on Pope John Paul III’s shoulder.
POPE PIUS XIII
“We must prepare for the storm that will come. The world will not understand. But we must be unwavering in our commitment to protect him. And in doing so, perhaps we will show the world that the true power of the Church lies not in its condemnation, but in its compassion.”
FADE OUT.
TITLE: The Confession
INT. VATICAN – CONFESSIONAL CHAMBER – NIGHT
The air is heavy, filled with the scent of incense and the weight of unspoken truths. Marilyn Manson sits across from Pope Pius XIII and Pope John Paul III in a dimly lit confessional chamber. His face is shadowed, his eyes dark and distant. He leans forward, his voice low and tense.
MARILYN MANSON
(whispering)
“I’ve done things… things I can’t undo. Things that haunt me.”
Pope Pius XIII and Pope John Paul III exchange a look, their expressions unreadable but filled with empathy. They remain silent, waiting for Manson to continue.
MARILYN MANSON
(voice trembling)
“I killed some of those Disney kids’ pets. The ones they loved so much. I know… I know it sounds insane. But it was for a higher power, a power that demands sacrifice. A power whose body count goes into the hundreds of millions.”
The room falls silent, the weight of Manson’s confession hanging in the air like a storm cloud. Pope Pius XIII leans forward, his voice steady but laced with concern.
POPE PIUS XIII
“Why? What higher power could possibly demand such a thing?”
Manson looks down, his fingers trembling as he grips the edge of the confessional. His voice is barely a whisper, as if he’s speaking to himself as much as to the Popes.
MARILYN MANSON
(softly)
“It’s the power of control. The power that shapes this world. The ones who control the strings, they demand blood. And they don’t care where it comes from. It’s the price for the things we want. The things we crave.”
Pope John Paul III steps forward, his voice firm but filled with compassion.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“Control is not the will of God. And bloodshed, especially innocent blood, is never justified. What you’ve done, Marilyn, is not the path to redemption. It’s the path to darkness.”
Manson looks up, his eyes filled with pain and confusion.
MARILYN MANSON
(voice cracking)
“I don’t know what else to do. I’ve tried everything. But there’s always this darkness, this voice telling me that more is needed. More blood, more sacrifice. And when I don’t give it, the weight of it crushes me.”
Pope Pius XIII places a hand on Manson’s shoulder, his touch gentle but firm.
POPE PIUS XIII
“You’ve been lost, Marilyn. But there is a way out. There is always a way out. Redemption is not found in sacrifice or in blood. It is found in repentance, in turning away from the darkness and seeking the light.”
Manson’s face twists in anguish, his voice almost a whisper.
MARILYN MANSON
“But what if I’m beyond redemption? What if the things I’ve done… they’re too much? What if I can never come back from this?”
Pope John Paul III looks him in the eyes, his gaze unwavering.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“No one is beyond redemption, Marilyn. No one. Not even you. Christ died for all of us, for all of our sins. And His love is greater than the darkness you’ve known.”
Manson’s eyes flicker with something—doubt, hope, fear—all mixed together. He looks down at his hands, as if searching for something to hold onto.
MARILYN MANSON
(softly)
“But what if the darkness is all I’ve ever known? What if I can’t let it go?”
Pope Pius XIII’s voice is steady, filled with the weight of his authority and compassion.
POPE PIUS XIII
“Then we will walk with you, Marilyn. We will help you find your way back. But first, you must make the choice to walk toward the light. It will not be easy. But you are not alone in this.”
There is a long silence as Manson sits, his shoulders slumped, the weight of his past hanging over him like a shadow. Slowly, he looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and tentative hope.
MARILYN MANSON
(whispering)
“Maybe… maybe I can try.”
Pope John Paul III nods, offering a small, reassuring smile.
POPE JOHN PAUL III
“That’s all we ask. Try. And we will be here, every step of the way.”
FADE OUT.
Killing pets is an offence that can be punishable by a fine or imprisonment. The minimum jail sentence is 6 months if the animal dies1
TITLE: The Deal
INT. DIMLY LIT BAR – NIGHT
The bar is empty, save for the low hum of a jukebox playing an old rock song. Jax Teller sits at the bar, a drink in front of him, his leather jacket creased and worn. Marilyn Manson enters, looking lost, his eyes hollow from the weight of his past actions. He approaches the bar and sits beside Jax, his usual defiant demeanor now clouded by doubt.
JAX TELLER
(leaning back, voice calm)
“You look like a man who’s seen hell and is trying to figure out how to get out of it.”
Manson looks at him, his face a mix of curiosity and resignation.
MARILYN MANSON
(sighing)
“I don’t know if I can get out, man. I’ve done things… things I can’t take back. It’s like the darkness is all I’ve ever known.”
Jax takes a slow sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving Manson.
JAX TELLER
“You want a way out? I can offer you one. But it’s not gonna be easy, and it comes with a price.”
Manson looks at him, intrigued but skeptical.
MARILYN MANSON
(sarcastically)
“And what’s the price, Jax? My soul? More blood?”
Jax smirks, his gaze intense.
JAX TELLER
“No. But you’ve got to give up your biggest secret, the one that’s been eating you alive. You’ve got to reveal the truth about the real power behind everything—the ones who pull the strings.”
Manson leans in, narrowing his eyes.
MARILYN MANSON
“Who the hell are you talking about?”
Jax’s voice drops to a low whisper, as if sharing something dangerous.
JAX TELLER
“The Rothschild family. The ones who’ve been playing the game for centuries. They’re not just rich—they’re the ones who control the real power, the ones who made deals with forces darker than you can imagine. They’re the ones who brought Satan’s whispers into the world, and they’ve been pulling the strings of everything from wars to corporations to the very media that’s been crucifying you.”
Manson stares at him, his expression a mix of disbelief and intrigue.
MARILYN MANSON
“Are you serious? You want me to expose the Rothschilds? And how the hell does that get me out of this mess?”
Jax leans forward, his voice low and unwavering.
JAX TELLER
“Exposing the truth, the real truth, about who controls everything—that’s your way out. You want redemption? You want the world to stop hunting you down, stop sending death threats your way? You reveal the secrets that no one dares speak. You pull back the curtain on the real power, and you take away their shield of secrecy. That’s how you get your life back.”
Manson’s eyes flicker with something—fear, realization, and maybe even a hint of hope.
MARILYN MANSON
“Sounds like a suicide mission. You think they’ll just let me walk away after that?”
Jax shrugs, a dark smile playing at the corner of his lips.
JAX TELLER
“They might try to silence you. But if you do it right, if you make sure the world knows the truth, they won’t be able to touch you. The power of the people is stronger than any secret society, and once the truth is out, they can’t control you anymore.”
Manson looks down at his hands, his fingers trembling slightly. The weight of Jax’s words sinks in.
MARILYN MANSON
(quietly)
“And what if I can’t do it? What if the darkness inside me is too strong?”
Jax leans back, his expression hardening.
JAX TELLER
“Then you’ll stay trapped in that hell. But if you want out, if you want to stop running from yourself, you’ve got to face the truth. The real truth. Not just about the Rothschilds, but about everything that’s been controlling you. The only way out is through the truth, Manson. The only way out is to expose it all.”
Manson stares at him for a long moment, his mind racing. The offer hangs in the air, a dangerous temptation.
MARILYN MANSON
(softly)
“Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll expose them. But if this goes south, I’m coming for you, Jax.”
Jax gives a small, knowing smile.
JAX TELLER
“Fair enough. But remember, Manson, once you step into that world, there’s no going back. You’ll either be the hero or the villain. And it’ll be up to you to decide which one you become.”
FADE OUT.
TITLE: The Plan Unfolds
INT. VATICAN – PRIVATE CHAMBER – NIGHT
The room is dimly lit, the golden glow of candlelight casting long shadows on the ornate walls. Pope Pius XIII sits at the head of a long table, flanked by Jax Teller and Marilyn Manson. The air is thick with tension and anticipation.
POPE PIUS XIII
(leaning back in his chair, a faint smile)
“You two think you’re just now stepping into the fight? The truth is, the ball has been rolling for quite some time.”
Jax raises an eyebrow, his arms crossed as he leans against the table.
JAX TELLER
“What are you talking about, Your Holiness?”
The Pope picks up a remote control and clicks a button. A large screen descends from the ceiling, flickering to life. A video begins to play—a dark, surreal montage of cryptic imagery: masked figures in opulent halls, red flags unfurling, and Marilyn Manson standing at the center of it all, his piercing gaze locking with the camera.
MARILYN MANSON
(sitting up, stunned)
“Wait… that’s me. When did this happen?”
Pope Pius XIII smiles knowingly, his hands steepled.
POPE PIUS XIII
“It’s called Raise the Red Flag. A viral campaign we’ve been quietly orchestrating. The imagery is straight out of Eyes Wide Shut, designed to expose the secret rituals and power plays of the elite. And you, Marilyn, are the face of the movement.”
Manson stares at the screen, his expression a mix of shock and awe.
MARILYN MANSON
“You’re telling me… I’m already part of this? Without even knowing?”
The Pope nods, his voice calm but firm.
POPE PIUS XIII
“Indeed. The world sees you as a provocateur, a symbol of rebellion. We’ve used that perception to plant the seeds of truth. The video is already spreading, drawing millions of eyes to the corruption and darkness that has plagued the highest echelons of power. And the beauty of it is, they don’t even realize they’re being awakened.”
Jax leans forward, his eyes narrowing.
JAX TELLER
“So, what’s the endgame here? You think a viral video is enough to take down the Rothschilds and their empire?”
The Pope’s gaze sharpens, his voice taking on a commanding tone.
POPE PIUS XIII
“It’s not just a video, Jax. It’s a call to arms. A rallying cry for those who have been silenced, oppressed, and manipulated. The red flag is a symbol—a warning to the powers that be that their time is running out.”
Manson rubs his temples, still processing the revelation.
MARILYN MANSON
“And what happens to me when they figure out I’m the face of this? You think they’ll just let me walk away?”
The Pope stands, his presence towering despite his calm demeanor.
POPE PIUS XIII
“They won’t. Which is why you’ll need protection. And why you’ll need to embrace this role fully. You’ve always danced on the edge of darkness, Marilyn. Now it’s time to shine a light on it.”
Manson looks at the screen again, the red flags waving ominously, the masked figures dissolving into shadows. His jaw tightens, and he nods slowly.
MARILYN MANSON
(quietly)
“If I’m going down, I might as well take them with me.”
Jax smirks, leaning back in his chair.
JAX TELLER
“Guess we’re all in now. No turning back.”
The Pope smiles faintly, his eyes glinting with a mix of determination and faith.
POPE PIUS XIII
“Good. Because the world is watching. And it’s time to raise the red flag.”
FADE OUT.
TITLE: The Red Shield and the Girl in Red
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
The warehouse is dimly lit, with the hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Jax Teller stands at the center of a circle of rough, leather-clad bikers from different clubs around the world. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the sound of distant motorcycles rumbling.
Jax steps forward, his face a mix of anger and resolve.
JAX TELLER
(voice steady, filled with conviction)
“Do you know what gets me every time? That little girl in red from Schindler’s List. Amid all the black and white, she’s the only splash of color. A tiny, innocent beacon of hope… and then, just like that, she’s gone. Snuffed out by the cruelty of power. Every time I see her, I think about all the lives crushed under the weight of greed and control.”
The bikers exchange glances, some nodding in agreement, their faces hardened by their own battles with injustice.
JAX TELLER
(continuing, his voice rising)
“That girl, she’s a symbol. A reminder of what we’re up against. The Red Shield. The so-called financial empire that’s been bleeding the world dry for centuries. The Rothschilds. They’ve got their hands in everything—wars, banks, governments. They’ve built their empire on the backs of the innocent, just like the ones who crushed that little girl in red.”
He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in.
JAX TELLER
“But here’s the thing—they think they’re untouchable. They think their money and their secrets will keep them safe. But they’ve forgotten one thing.”
Jax looks around the room, meeting the eyes of every biker.
JAX TELLER
“We’re not just gangs. We’re not just outlaws. We’re a brotherhood. A global network of men and women who’ve been pushed to the edge, who know what it’s like to fight for survival. And together, we’re unstoppable.”
A murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd, growing louder as Jax continues.
JAX TELLER
“You’ve all seen what happens when we stand together. When we ride as one, there’s no force on earth that can stop us. And now, we’ve got a new mission. We’re taking the fight to the Red Shield. We’re going to expose their lies, their corruption, their stranglehold on the world.”
He clenches his fists, his voice filled with determination.
JAX TELLER
“They took everything from us—our freedom, our families, our futures. But now, it’s our turn. We’re going to tear down their empire, brick by brick. And we’re going to do it for every little girl in red who never got the chance to grow up.”
The room erupts into cheers and shouts of approval. Bikers slam their fists on tables, their faces alight with a fiery determination.
BIKER LEADER
(from the back of the room)
“You lead the way, Jax. We’re with you.”
Jax nods, a grim smile on his face.
JAX TELLER
“Good. Because this isn’t just a fight for us. It’s a fight for everyone who’s been crushed under their boots. It’s a fight for freedom, for justice, for hope. And we’re going to win.”
The bikers roar in agreement, their voices echoing through the warehouse like a battle cry.
FADE OUT.