INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
The large theater-like room is filled with desks, side by
side, all facing an ultra-large bank of ultra-large vertical
digital displays, down front to the top.
Each screen shows a different life. Different pain. Different
face. But there's a pattern.
On the back wall high up, Carved in ancient wood:
"Theater of Pain and Suffering".
DOWN FRONT
DAMILLA DOUBTFIRE (28), black-hair bombshell with bangs and a
bob, sits front and center, facing everyone. She's in a black
turtleneck and form-fitting sturdy black leggings.
INTERCUT
LEFT SECTION:ROW 6:SEAT 12
TECH #1 laughs. On his display, is a MAN gripping the
steering wheel of a parked car.
TECH #1
Hey, give him some motivation.
Tech #2 whispers to the driver of a second car.
TECH #2
That guy is in your way. He
deserves to be hit.
TECH #1
(laughing hard)
Here we go! For all the marbles...
SMACK! (Metal on Metal)
TECH #2
BINGO!
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
Fractured Reflections
INT. PARKED CAR – NIGHT
A MAN grips the steering wheel, shoulders heaving.
He just got hit by a drunk driver... while stopped at a red
light.
MAN
(to himself)
Why does this always happen to me?
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
CENTER SECTION:ROW 1:SEAT 2
DAMILLA sips her coffee, reviewing logs.
DAMILLA
He bought the ring. She’s sleeping
with his boss.
She moves her lips up to her mic.
DAMILLA (CONT'D)
You're acting like a whore.
INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT
A WOMAN lies beside her sleeping fiancé.
She looks at her phone... and smiles.
WOMAN
(whispering)
You're acting like a whore.
The WOMAN cries.
CENTER SECTION:ROW 1:SEAT 2
DAMILLA laughing.
DAMILLA
Did you see that... Ha! What a
loser.
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
CENTER SECTION:ROW 1:SEAT 1
DAMIEN scrolls casually. Lands on a file.
DAMIEN
Ooooh, this one’s ripe for the
bumping...
He laughs out loud.
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
Hey... Lacky #1... Are you seeing
this?
TECH #1
Yes.
DAMIEN
Let’s toss in a little flippant
attitude.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
Joy Turned to Tears
INT. HOSPITAL EXAM ROOM – DAY
A WOMAN clutches her husband's hand. The doctor smiles.
WOMAN
Oh, Honey.
DOCTOR
(arrogant)
Hi kids. Good news?
WOMAN
I'm pregnant.
DOCTOR
(barks)
Would you let me finish---
She starts to cry.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Fuck!
He leaves.
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
RIGHT SECTION:ROW 10:SEAT 10
TECH #1 adjusts knobs, leaning into the mic.
TECH #1
Mom is right. You're fuckin'
worthless.
Genres:
["Drama","Dark Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
Reflections of Despair
INT. HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT
A TEENAGE GIRL stares at herself in the mirror, trembling,
mascara running.
She holds an entire bottle of polls in her hand.
She cries.
RIGHT SECTION:ROW 1:SEAT 2
DAMILLA reviews a love matrix on a screen.
DAMILLA
That’s her third abusive boyfriend.
We didn’t even have to whisper this time.
INT. STAIRWELL – DUSK
A YOUNG WOMAN sits on the steps, clutching her cheek.
WOMAN
Why do I keep picking these guys?
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
DAMIEN pops popcorn.
DAMIEN
Look. Look. He's praying. Ha!
Like that ever works.
INT. CHURCH PEW – NIGHT
A MAN on his knees, eyes closed tight.
SOBER MAN
Please. Just give me a sign. I
can’t do this anymore.
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL – STATS BAY
TECH #1 types, amused.
TECH #1
(whispers)
You're kids don't care anymore.
That’s five clean years we're lookin' to flush TONIGHT!
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
Confronting Shadows
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
A MAN stares at a bottle. Then opens it.
SOBER MAN
Uh... Screw them.
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
DAMILLA points at a screen. Scoffs.
DAMILLA
Look. She’s journaling again.
OMG... Ah... So brave. So...
ineffective.
INT. BEDROOM – MIDNIGHT
A GIRL writes furiously in a notebook, mascara smudged.
GIRL
If I can name it… I can beat it…
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
DAMIEN leans back, smiling.
DAMIEN
You think that’s pain? Wait till
Tuesday.
INT. OFFICE CUBICLE – TUESDAY MORNING
A MAN opens his inbox: “We regret to inform you...”
MAN
Are you serious? Today?
After everything?
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
TECH #1 smirks.
TECH #1
Isn't it funny how they always ask,
“Why me?” never “Who's doing this?”
Genres:
["Drama","Dark Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
Despair in the Darkness
INT. EMPTY ROOM – NIGHT
A WOMAN screams into a pillow.
WOMAN
WHY?! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!
INT. SMALL, UNDERSTOCKED CLINIC – MEXICO – NIGHT
CLAIRE CONSTANTINE (28), Military boots. Rolled sleeves.
Staring at a sleeping child on a cot. She lowers her mask.
The hum of a generator. Flies on gauze.
Her hand clutches a bloodied shirt worn by BRIENDA (3). She
lays on her back, barely struggling. A whisp of a human
being.
Brienda takes her last breath.
CLAIRE
No. No. No. NO!. FUCK!... Why.
She breathes in. Tries to speak, but her lips never move.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
(to herself)
Why?... It always happens EXACTLY
like this. To someone who doesn't
deserve it. And for no reason.
She looks up. Eyes rimmed red.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
Screw this. This is messed up.
Shit! Damn! Damn! Damn!
A screen left on flickers.
Genres:
["Drama","Tragedy"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
Isolation and Pressure
INT. CHURCH CONFESSIONAL – TEXAS – SAME NIGHT
FATHER JERICHO JENNER (43), Backlit. Tired. Unshaven. Hands
folded in his lap.
He waits for a parishioner. But no one’s coming.
JERICHO (V.O.)
It’s always empty on Thursdays.
The only one talking here is me.
Forgive me, Father, but I’m starting to think it’s all just
.... theater.
He looks at the other side of the confessional. Blank. Empty.
JERICHO
Why is it that I’m here... again...
alone?
He shakes his head.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Always like this.
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
Damien Doubtfire sits at his workstation. Restless.
DAMIEN
I'm bored.
MR. E. EVERITT (65-looking), sharp suit, sharper eyes, luxury
manicure, no expression, lingers unseen by Damien in the
area.
Damilla leans in just past the cubicle wall.
DAMILLA
Don't forget about following up
(finger quotes)
"slash" cleaning up your mess with
that do-gooder Constantine.
DAMIEN
(irritated)
Oh, stop harassing me. What can I--
EVERITT
Yeah, Damien. Hop to it.
DAMIEN
Father... UH, Mr. Everitt. I didn't
see you.
A moment passes.
EVERITT
I've heard that damn line since the
dawn of creation, Damien...
That doesn't make me any more empathetic.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
8 -
A Tooth and a Tickle
EXT. MEXICAN ORPHANAGE - DAY
Three abandoned travel trailers from the 1970s are what
constitute an orphanage in this part of the world. The green
one is the smallest, where the two caregivers stay with the
little one, Mariela.
Father Jenner stands next to Claire, both wearing surgical
masks and surgical gloves. They're standing over JAIME MEZA
(9), leaning back in a makeshift dentist chair, which is
actually an old Lazy-Bay that they recovered from the
dumpster area.
SAM STEVENS (16), true blue, clean cut, volunteer plays with
the kids.
Mariela Munoz (5), pint-sized beauty, curly black hair and
dark brown eyes. She has dimples that kill and a scar on her
back. She's laughing with Sam, pointing to Jaime.
Claire takes the lead. She pinches Jaime's cheek between her
finger and thumb.
CLAIRE
Yeah, you pretty numb?
Jaime nods.
Mariela looks into Claire's eyes.
MARIELA
Una mujer.
Jericho smiles at her. She gracefully smiles back.
CLAIRE
Ok. I want you to close your eyes
cuz I'm gonna make an ugly face and
I don't want you to see it. Ok.
She reaches behind her to an awaiting Father Jenner.
Jenner hands her the extractor.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
Yep, that's it. Just like that.
And in one mature push... it black rotten molar is separated
from him. She hands the remains to Jenner. And wipes Jaime's
face and lips.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
Was that ok?
Jaime nods and stands up. After a noticeable second-thought
moment, Jaime circles back into Claire's belly and wraps both
arms around her like she just saved his life.
Jaime looks up with tears in his eyes and no more pain in his
mouth. Jaime suddenly runs away and joins his friends.
Sam walks to follow him. He smiles at Claire.
SAM
You are awesome Ms. Claire.
CLAIRE
Thank you, Sam.
Jericho gives Claire a pat on the back. They each pull down
their surgical masks at the same time and smile.
Their chests come down together. Relief.
They suddenly notice they have a smiling on-looker.
MARIELA
Cute couple.
She runs off.
Their falling reactions start at a Friend-Zone level:
JERICHO
Oh, isn't that cute.
And then to a Brother-Sister level.
CLAIRE
(squint)
Eww...
And then second thoughts arrive.
Suddenly they both have to pee at the same time.
JERICHO
I'll be back.
CLAIRE
Yeah. Yes. Ok.
Genres:
["Drama","Slice of Life"]
Ratings
Scene
9 -
The Compass and the Mirror
EXT. MEXICAN ORPHANAGE – DAY
The sun bakes the hard-packed ground. Kids laugh somewhere in
the distance. A dust devil rolls by.
FATHER JERICHO JENNER kneels outside the green trailer,
rinsing metal instruments in a plastic tub of cloudy water.
A SHADOW breaks the light. He senses it. He looks up.
An OLD WOMAN (80s) stands there... in front of him. Sturdy.
Sun-beaten skin. Eyes ancient, alert. She doesn’t speak.
Her shoes are worn to the bone but barefoot in spirit.
Jericho says nothing. He can't.
The sage stands before him, smiles, and takes his face in her
hands.
OLD WOMAN
(in broken English)
Oh, joy. To touch the face of an
angel incarnate. I have waited a
long time to hold you in my hands.
Tears form in his eyes. His lip quivers.
OLD WOMAN (CONT'D)
(in perfect English)
You are not the Savior...
You are the Compass.
You are the Mirror...
You are Jericho.
Jericho whimpers in joy.
She opens her hand. A small folded note, weathered and damp
with sweat.
She holds it out to him. She presses the note against his
chest. Gently. Reassuring. No more smile. No small talk.
She embraces the angel incarnate.
And then turns and walks away, the dust swallowing her whole.
Jericho unfolds the note.
INSERT – THE NOTE:
“You are not the Savior.
You are the Compass.
You are the Mirror.
You are Jericho."
He stares at the words. Long. Quiet. Still.
THE AIR CHANGES.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
10 -
Awakening of Belief
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - SAME
In the middle of the theater, an agent steps away from his
station, and the monitor glitches. Static.
EXT. MEXICAN ORPHANAGE - CONTINUOUS
Claire approaches Jericho, still on his knees. The focus has
left his eyes. He sees without looking. There is a joyful
blankness in his eyes. And when he looks at Claire, it's as
though it were foe first time.
CLAIRE
What happened to you?
Jericho speaks with unworldly conviction.
JERICHO
I believe.
Claire's emotions crack at the sight of his tears.
She becomes emotional.
CLAIRE
Father Jenner---
JERICHO
No... I am Jericho.
Claire thinks twice.
CLAIRE
Jericho, I am amazed. You look so
different than just 10 minutes ago.
Who was that woman?
Jericho hands Claire the note. She reads it.
JERICHO
(at peace)
I know now. What pulls a good
person to the ground... and holds
them down until they surrender.
Until they conform. Perform.
Claire looks at him through a squint. She cocks her head to
one side.
CLAIRE
You're talking about The Evil One?
Jericho thinks twice, with the grace and ease of an angel in
his face. He slowly shakes his head.
JERICHO
(slowly)
No... Religion.
Claire lays her palm on the center of her chest.
FADE TO BLACK.
A moment passes.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual"]
Ratings
Scene
11 -
The Revelation of Darkness
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - SAME
Jericho is on the big screen and every agent stands in horror
looking at him.
Down front, Damilla gets up out of her chair and wrenches her
neck to see the enormous image of Father Jericho Jenner on
the big screen, who appears to be staring right at her.
She stares back in fear.
DAMILLA
(declaring)
No... No... He can't.
Larger-than-life Jericho looks down on Damilla from the
oversized digital display, looks directly into her eyes.
JERICHO
Yes. Satan. I can.
And then the crowd of agents filling the theater, all shutter
and moan in shock and horror. A rumble like a wave passes
over them and the room suddenly looks unstable.
Damien stands and looks at no one.
And with a leading chuff in his tone, he yells to them.
DAMIEN
STOP!
Silence.
Damien looks at Damilla.
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
You... Sister... Don't Grandstand
in front of these minions.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
12 -
Whispers of Fear
EXT. MEXICAN ORPHANAGE - NIGHT
Jericho stands in the darkness. No moon. And a galaxy of
stars on display behind low thin clouds that pass too
quickly.
Barely visible, he winces.
JERICHO
(to himself)
I am not without fear.... But the
governor that once held me back has
been displaced.
Jericho slowly looks up.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
The stars shimmer above me,
uncaring. The world still spins.
But I have stepped off, having been
asked to step down.
A cold wind blows through him.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
I am no longer spinning with it.
And I fear being seen, being
tagged, and being dragged back
underneath.
The clouds become thinker.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(whispers)
And I don't know to what lengths
they will go in their sudden
suffering and desperation.... to
stop me.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
Tension on the Freeway
INT. LANDROVER - MORNING
Claire drives her off-white 1994 Land Rover Defender 110 down
the freeway. Jericho rides shotgun.
They are silent.
Moments pass.
CLAIRE
(irritated)
I mean why would you go for a walk
in Mexico, in the middle of the
night.
Jericho looks sideways at her comment.
JERICHO
No, I didn't.
CLAIRE
Father...
(clears her throat)
Jericho, yes you did. I saw you
under the street lamps, like a half
a mile away.
Jericho thinks twice.
JERICHO
Look, I'm going to choose not to
argue with you about this... What
are you irritated with?
CLAIRE
(snaps at him)
You!.... It's not safe. You had me
worried for hours.
JERICHO
Well, thank you for caring about
me.
A moment passes.
CLAIRE
Please. Just tell me what's going
on. I hate not knowing.
Jericho laughs a little.
JERICHO
What made you---
CLAIRE
Stop.
JERICHO
Claire, I'm happy to tell you what
happened. No problem. I had a
vision.
CLAIRE
What kind?
JERICHO
It's prophetic. You ready?
CLAIRE
(irritated again)
Yes! Would you just say it. Damn.
JERICHO
I saw my collar tab... And I
thought to myself, why on God's
Green Earth, do I wear a stupid
piece of white plastic in my
collar.
CLAIRE
(disbelief)
No you didn't.
JERICHO
Yes. I did.
CLAIRE
(angry now)
You don't wanna tell me. Fine don't
tell me. But don't give me this
bullshit.
Jericho looks concerned.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
Tension on the Road
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - CONTINUOUS
THREE TECHS stand around Damilla sitting in her chair.
An irritated Claire is on her monitor.
TECH #1
Is she... I mean. Is it... That
time of the month.
DAMILLA
No, you idiot.
TECH #1
Then how did you---
Damilla just stares at him.
TECH #2
She knows what she's doing.
DAMILLA
Watch this.
INT. LANDROVER - SAME
Jericho has a panicked look on his face.
JERICHO
Claire, pull over.
CLAIRE
What---
JERICHO
Just pull over.
CLAIRE
I don't under---
JERICHO
(yells)
NOW!
Suddenly, just six car-lengths ahead of them, a homeless
mother and son step into the road.
SFX: The EEERRRRRCH.. of locked up tires.
The front of the Land Rover bumper comes within 6 inches of
the now cowering pair.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
A Moment of Trust
EXT. ROAD OUTSIDE MEXICO – CONTINUOUS
The Land Rover idles, skewed across the shoulder.
Claire leaps out, runs around to the front.
CLAIRE
Are you two okay? Are you hurt?
The MOTHER (30s) clutches her SON (8), shielding him, still
trembling.
MOTHER
No... no. We’re... I didn’t see—
(she breaks off, shaking)
We just needed a ride. We were
trying to get to the station...
CLAIRE
Okay. You're okay. You're safe now.
Jericho steps out slowly, hands open, soft.
JERICHO
We’re not here to hurt you.
(beat)
Let us take you there.
The mother hesitates.
Claire opens the back door of the Land Rover.
CLAIRE
Come on. Please.
The son looks up at Jericho, studying him—something holy in
his silence.
The mother nods.
They climb in.
Genres:
["Drama","Character Study"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
Tension in Transit
INT. LANDROVER – MOMENTS LATER
The mother and son are buckled in the back. Silent.
Claire drives. Jericho looks out the window.
A long breath.
CLAIRE
You saw them... before it happened,
didn’t you?
Jericho comes up yo speed.
JERICHO
Yeah. Looks that way.
Claire thinks twice.
CLAIRE
Please tell me that we are going to
be alright.
JERICHO
I can't do that Claire. The world
itself is not alright... And we are
smack dab in the middle of it.
CLAIRE
What changed between yesterday
handing me dental tools and now.
Jericho pauses.
JERICHO
I learned a universal truth that
this world is not ready to hear...
And I feel compelled to reflect it
in my being.
CLAIRE
Oh, God. Can I still drive and hear
this?
They both laugh.
JERICHO
There's something going on...
behind the scenes... even on a
different realm. Like forcing a
congregation to genuflect before
sitting.
CLAIRE
But you're talking ritual. Right?
Not religion itself.
JERICHO
I'm talking all of it. The
repression, the mandatory
obedience, the Pomp and
Circumstance, all of it, in it's
purest most sacred form.
CLAIRE
(laughs, shaking her head)
Stand up. Sit down. Now on the
knees... Wait— is it two more
stands and then a sit?
Jericho catches the eye of the mother in the back seat.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
Yeah... I’ve done that dance. Felt
like I was doing it for God, but I
think I was just trying to keep up.
Jericho looks concerned.
MOTHER
I think my son and I need to get
out here.
JERICHO
I didn't mean to---
The mother lifts her forearm, to shade her eyes from Jericho.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Are you su---
MOTHER
YES! PLEASE!
She starts shaking Claire's seat back.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Divided Concerns
EXT. FREEWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Jericho stands at his door.
The mother and son walk away from the Land Rover.
Jericho gets back in.
CLAIRE
What the...
JERICHO
That... is Religion.
Claire puts on her left signal.
CLAIRE
(sarcastic)
Oh, God... I'm gonna have to learn
a whole new dance routine when
you're done with me.
JERICHO
Oh, please, don't confuse me. I
have a sermon to give on Sunday.
INT. BISHOP'S OFFICE – DAY
Not old stone and arches — this is corporate clergy.
A minimalist shared-space layout. Glass walls. Sleek birch
desk. Soft LED strips overhead. The carpet is quiet gray, the
chairs matte black, the mood muted and professional.
A brushed steel cross hangs beside a whiteboard. A Keurig
hums on a shelf. There's a printer in the corner. The only
decoration: a stark photo of a cathedral, shot from below,
cold and awe-less.
A mahogany armoire, inside: emerald silk robes. Lush.
Ceremonial. Hanging like royalty in exile.
BISHOP BENJAMIN BREWER (65), sits behind an UPLIFT Standing
Desk, adjusted 6" too high.
KNOCK.
MOLLY MACK (34) enters in conservative navy polyester and
white.
MOLLY
Bishop Brewer, this note came for
you.
BREWER
(frustrated)
How do you get this damn thing to
go down.
Molly easily steps around his desk and pushes the down
button.
Brewer is overtly disappointed that it was so easy for her.
Molly extends the note.
MOLLY
Sir. Your note.
Brewer takes the note and sits down.
On her way out.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Will you be attending Sunday
morning's---
BREWER (O.S.)
No.
Brewer already has his face in the note.
BREWER (CONT'D)
Close my door. Would you?
Molly does.
INSERT NOTE:
"Your boy is off the leash."
Brewer sits back and worries.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
A Shepherd's Doubt
INT. CHURCH SANCTUARY - MORNING
Rows of empty pews. A few scattered faces. Dust motes dance
in the sunlight slicing through stained glass.
At the front, Jericho stands behind the lectern. His collar
stiff. His Bible open. His voice—steady, but hollow.
JERICHO
(softly, measured)
Psalm Twenty-Three.
Jericho clears his throat.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
“The Lord is my shepherd. I shall
not want. He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures...”
A COUGH in the second row. Someone checks their phone.
Jericho looks up. Scans the congregation.
Bishop Brewer sits in the clergy seats, front row, hands
folded, face unreadable.
Three unfamiliar congregants — well-dressed, too still — sit
spaced out near the middle.
They’re not listening. They’re monitoring.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness...
For His name’s sake.
He looks at the words on the page as if seeing them for the
first time. They’re bones now. No marrow.
He looks up again.
Claire stands in the back. Arms folded. Neutral expression.
Watching.
Jericho swallows. Continues.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Yea, though I walk through the
valley... of the shadow...
His voice breaks — not emotionally. Mechanically. Like a car
stalling.
He looks up yet again.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(clears his throat)
I... I know this passage means a
great deal... to many of you.
Bishop Brewer squints.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
It’s one of the most beloved, most
well-known.. scriptures in...
in all of...
He falters. Frowns. Closes the Bible gently.
Long silence.
Then, quietly—
JERICHO (CONT'D)
You ever notice how the psalm never
asks where the shepherd is?
Claire shifts. Brewer stirs. A WOMAN leans forward.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
What is that?... You just wake up
in the valley. Shadow overhead...
Predators on either side of you?
(he pauses)
No explanation? No warning? Just...
grass, and then... death.
That lands heavy.
Jericho breathes in. A small tremble.
He looks at the congregation — the few who came. The ones
pretending. The ones hiding. The ones hurting.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Sometimes I think we don’t want a
shepherd... We just want a script..
Right? We just want a list of
instructions... instead of living.
Claire’s arms drop. Her face changes — confusion, maybe fear.
Brewer leans forward slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Jericho looks down. Sees his own hands shaking.
He closes the Bible.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Amen.
He walks off without a benediction.
As he passes Brewer, the bishop whispers without turning his
head—
BREWER
We’ll speak shortly.
Jericho nods once. Keeps walking.
Claire watches him disappear into the back hallway.
She exhales. And leaves.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
Confrontation in the Church Office
INT. CHURCH OFFICE – MORNING
Brewer closes the office door himself this time.
Jericho stands across the desk. Collar straight. Hands
folded. He looks like a man waiting for sentencing.
Brewer doesn’t sit.
BREWER
You’ve been back in town what... a
week?
JERICHO
Three days.
BREWER
And in three days, you’ve managed
to raise eyebrows, ruffle donors,
alienate the clergy, and deliver a
sermon that left three parishioners
in tears and one asking for their
tithe back.
Jericho doesn’t flinch.
JERICHO
Three days. Wow. A lot can happen
in three days.
Brewer steps in closer. Controlled, precise.
BREWER
Don’t be clever. That’s what got
you into trouble last time.
Brewer lets the poison spill.
BREWER (CONT'D)
I watched your sermon.
You didn’t teach Psalm 23...
You tried to dismantle it.
Jericho exhales through his nose. Quiet.
JERICHO
I read it. I just.. didn’t
commit... to the performance.
Brewer raises an eyebrow. That’s enough.
BREWER
Exactly. No. You didn't. You made
it feel dangerous.
He circles slowly around the desk, arms crossed behind his
back.
BREWER (CONT'D)
Do you know what your flock needs,
Jericho?
Jericho says nothing.
BREWER (CONT'D)
They need familiarity...
That gets a stare from Jericho.
BREWER (CONT'D)
(slowly, menacing)
They need to hear the words they
memorized as a child... but spoken
by someone who looks like they
still believe them.
JERICHO
I do believe them.
BREWER
Do you?
He lets the silence carry.
BREWER (CONT'D)
Because from where I sat, it looked
like you were trying to start a
fire... And I don’t mind a little
holy spark...
Jericho swallows.
BREWER (CONT'D)
But I do mind an arsonist in my
pulpit.
Brewer leans in. Quiet. Threatening.
BREWER (CONT'D)
Don’t make me take your collar.
Not because of what you say... but
because of what people hear.
A long moment. Jericho holds his ground.
Then—
BREWER (CONT'D)
Don't forget... your sheep need a
shepherd, or they will just wander
off.
JERICHO
What if it turns out I'm leading
them to slaughter?
Brewer freezes. Then straightens his cuffs, turns his back to
leave.
BREWER
Do better next week.
One more chance.
He literally brushes the lint from his robe. Dismissive.
BREWER (CONT'D)
After that, we’ll have to get real
creative.
Jericho nods once.
JERICHO
Yes, Bishop.
Brewer opens the door and holds it.
BREWER
And Jericho...
Jericho looks up.
BREWER (CONT'D)
Try not to be too interesting.
Jericho sits with that thought on his expression.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
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20 -
Whispers of the Devil
INT. COMMUNITY CENTER COURTYARD – SUNSET
A string of mismatched lights hangs overhead, flickering in
the warm dusk.
Plastic chairs. Worn-out murals. Chalk drawings on pavement.
A half-dozen BARRIO KIDS (ages 8–13) sit in a loose circle,
drinking juice boxes, picking at tamales wrapped in napkins.
In the middle, Jericho sits on an upturned milk crate. No
collar. Just a threadbare shirt and sneakers with one heel
about to blow out.
He holds a marker. A whiteboard leans on a crate behind him.
On the board, already scrawled:
“HE NEEDS PERMISSION.”
A kid—ANDRÉS (10)—raises a hand, suspicious.
ANDRÉS
So you're saying... the Devil needs
like a hall pass?
The kids laugh.
JERICHO
Yeah. Well. Sort of.
But he doesn’t wear horns.
He wears... logic.
(beat)
He says stuff... he whispers things
to you that sounds like you.
Like your own thoughts.
ISABEL (12)
So how do you know it’s not you?
Jericho picks up the marker again. Writes:
"If it makes you feel worthless...hurt, anger... It’s not
you."
JERICHO
That’s clue number one.
Isabel nods.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
You ever felt like there’s
something pulling at you?
Not yelling. Not pushing.
Just... suggesting?
KID #3
Like when your brain says dumb
stuff?
Jericho points at him.
JERICHO
Exactly... Or you walk into school
and a voice whispers:
“They all hate you.”
Even if nobody said a word.
He paces slowly. The kids lean in.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
That's not you. Don't listen to it.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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21 -
Authority in Crisis
INT. ARCHBISHOP’S OFFICE – DAY
No gold. No pomp. Just hardbound encyclicals, a crucifix, and
filtered sunlight. The smell of old wood and older secrets.
ARCHBISHOP VINCENT VENCINI (71) sits behind a wide walnut
desk. His hands are folded, his gaze is not warm. He has the
calm of someone who has already buried ten scandals and
expects an eleventh by Tuesday.
INTERCOM (V.O.)
Your Excellency, Bishop Benjamin
Brewer is here to see you.
VENCINI
Send him in.
Bishop Brew enters, collar crisp, face tight.
BREWER
I got your note.
The Archbishop doesn't move. Doesn’t smile.
VENCINI
Then you already know why you're
here.
BREWER
I have it under control.
VENCINI
That’s not what it looks like from
this side of the desk. Or the
public square.
Vencini motions for Brewer to sit down.
VENCINI (CONT'D)
Do you know you're here, Benjamin.
Brewer swallows. Barely.
VENCINI (CONT'D)
(quietly)
The Church is not afraid of Father
Jenner's odd methods. It is afraid
of his eventual momentum.
He leans in.
VENCINI (CONT'D)
That man is preaching resistance.
To hierarchy... To ritual... To the
very structures that make belief,
in our church, sustainable.
BREWER
He’s grieving. He’ll level out.
VENCINI
(amped)
He went AD-LIB on a Psalm!
Silence.
VENCINI (CONT'D)
Do you understand what that means?
To the faithful who come to mass
expecting to hear certain truths?
Brewer just nods.
VENCINI (CONT'D)
He makes the sacred optional. And I
will not have that.
BREWER
I told him he had one more chance.
The Archbishop exhales slowly.
VENCINI
We built the Church to endure war,
plague, and silence. But not
questioning.
Vencini leans back
VENCINI (CONT'D)
A man who dismantles the theater
will always get a standing
ovation... Until someone burns down
the stage.
BREWER
What do you mean?
VENCINI
People don’t just cheer for the
truth... they burn for it... And
once that fire starts, you can't
contain it with doctrine or
discipline.
BREWER
Yes, your excellency.
VENCINI
So. You tell me, Benjamin... Will
you recover him? Or replace him?
Silence.
BREWER
I don’t know yet.
VENCINI
Well, you'd better hurry. Because
Rome is watching. And so is Hell.
BREWER
Yes, your excellency.
VENCINI
This didn’t come from me, Benjamin.
I feel I was prompted to reach out
and simply make you aware.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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22 -
A Toast to Friendship
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Jericho's Living Room is a page from a West Elm catalog —
charcoal sofa, two matching armchairs, glass coffee table
centered on a muted geometric rug.
Jericho sits on the sofa.
SFX: Door knock and then open.
The head poking through is Claire's.
CLAIRE
Yoo-hoo..
JERICHO
Come. Come in.
Jericho stands to greet his graceful friend.
They hug. Claire produces a bottle of wine.
CLAIRE
You're gonna love this.
JERICHO
Yes. I've had it. It's good.
Here...
He extends his hand. Claire pulls it away.
CLAIRE
(smiling)
What. Because I'm a woman? Ha!
JERICHO
Stop. Please. Not that again.
Claire slowly shakes her head.
CLAIRE
Oh no. You did not just say that.
JERICHO
No... no. I didn't.
Now it's his turn to smile.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
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23 -
A Toast to Laughter
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – LATER
The centerpiece of the dining area is a small, square, hand-
carved wooden table, surrounded by four matching hand-carved
chairs.
A book on the table: "Mere Metaphysics."
Jericho and Claire drink the Austin Hope Cabernet in regular
thick wine glasses.
CLAIRE
What? I thought you'd like it.
JERICHO
(smiling)
Come on. Stop. You know I've had
this before. With you... And I
liked it. You know that.
Through the banter, Claire sees the book. She slides her hand
over the smooth surface and flaps open the cover of what
could pass for a textbook.
CLAIRE
You believe in this shit?
JERICHO
Oh. Do I believe there are other
dimensions that we cannot see?...
Yes.
CLAIRE
Yeah, but it's more than just that.
Right?
Jericho thinks twice.
He points at the book.
JERICHO
This approach leads the reader to
believe there is a trans... uh... a
way for beings like us to... uh...
travel.
CLAIRE
(irritated)
OH STOP dumbing everything you say
down to layman's level... I'm a
fucking Harvard Graduate, for...
Creator's Sake.
They both chuckle.
JERICHO
Ok. Fine... And I haven't seen that
yet... but, I been... practicing.
Claire slowly shakes her head, smiles, and then starts to
crack up laughing. Really crack up.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(giggle)
What?
CLAIRE
(can't catch her breath)
I'm gonna drop by one day ... to
see you... ha ha ha... and there'll
be an eyeball there, an ankle over
there...
Claire doubles over, holding her gut.. It's infectious.
Jericho can't hold back and start laughing too.
JERICHO
Oh fuck, that's funny.
She wipes tears from her eyes.
Jericho looks at Claire, her hair, her mannerisms, he eyes.
His expression softens.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
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24 -
Watching from the Shadows
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER – NIGHT
The digital theater hums. Rows of Agents. Lives flicker
across endless screens.
The expressions around the room look like joy.
CAMERA FINDS DAMIEN
His body is rigid. Eyes locked on his personal display
showing the couple at Jericho’s dining table.
Claire’s laughter crackles softly through his headset. Damien
leans forward, grinning.
DAMIEN
(to himself)
Aww, look at that... Almost looks
like intimacy.
Damien stares hard at Claire. And behind the layer of
intentional menace, he appears to be holding something else.
Something that's trying to get out.
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
Yeah. That's it. Drink your little
bottle of shared Cabernet... You
fuckin'...
He types three keys — subtle.
ON SCREEN -
The wine bottle. A micro-glitch. A shadow that wasn’t there
before.
Damien sips his soda, smirking.
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
You're acting like a fool. It's
embarrassing.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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25 -
Whispers in the Dark
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER
Laughter still echoing. Claire wipes her eyes, catching her
breath.
Jericho grins, watching her — content for once.
Claire reaches for the wine bottle.
Jericho's glass still full.
CLAIRE
(teasing)
Refill?.. Ha ha.
She tilts the bottle toward her glass.
Claire's once aching smile fades. Her expression deflates.
Her hand freezes. She looks at Jericho.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
Huh.
JERICHO
What?
CLAIRE
No. Nothing.
She lifts to pour — but the glass is already full. A perfect
pour. Untouched.
Claire furrows her brow.
JERICHO
Wow. I think you've got enough
already.
Jericho laughs, thinking he'd have company in it.
And there it is. The opening.
Claire, vacant expression, fixes on Jericho's laughing mouth.
CLAIRE
You asshole.
Jericho shakes his head.
JERICHO
You haven't touched it. Yet.
He continues laughing, with a little reveal in his
disappointment, having to laugh alone.
She sets the bottle down. Slowly. And stares at him.
Then. Right then. Jericho sees it.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Whoa..
CLAIRE
I'm leaving.
INTERCUT TO DAMIEN
DAMIEN
Give her a little high school
heartbreak moment as a nudge.
BACK TO CLAIRE
She stands up, reaches forward and knocks her wine glass
over, and all over the book. It's soaked.
Jericho stands up.
JERICHO
Claire. No. Stop.
CLAIRE
Screw you.
Jericho goes still. And makes a declaration.
JERICHO
(urgent, solid)
You heard a voice.
Claire stops in her tracks, facing the front door.
She looks confused. Disoriented. She's still.
CLAIRE
No... Not out loud. More like... a
whisper.
Jericho turns to her.
JERICHO
Give me your hand.
Claire's face looks like she just smelled bad fish.
CLAIRE
What?
JERICHO
It's the one thing they can't
compete with. Physical touch...
Just give me your hand.
She does.
Jericho takes the soft hand of an angel, warm.
CLAIRE
(irritated)
Yes. I heard something. So what?
a thought that wasn't mine.
She cools a little.
JERICHO
Yeah.
CLAIRE
(grounded)
It said, "You're acting like a fool
and it's embarrassing."
Jericho’s face drops. Ice in his veins.
The surface of the wine in his glass ripples, just slightly.
Claire notices.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
(quietly)
Jericho. What the hell is going on?
JERICHO
(softly)
They see us...
CLAIRE
Who? What--
JERICHO
They're watching us right now.
Claire blinks. Goosebumps.
CLAIRE
Who is?
Jericho looks up. Eyes haunted.
JERICHO
You said whisper?
Claire nods.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
He who whispers.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
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26 -
The Umbrella Parable
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
In the living room, Jericho and Claire sit on the floor,
leaning against the sofa.
The lighting is low.
JERICHO
Did I ever tell you about... my
Umbrella Parable?
Claire smiles playfully suspicious.
CLAIRE
Uh... no. Is this something you're
sure you want to share.
JERICHO
Oh stop. It's not that.
Jericho blushes and grins.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
So, God builds this beautiful world
for his children to live in. It's
awesome... Right? Like holiday.
Claire tries to hide her emerging smile behind her hand.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Just wait. It gets better... So one
day it begins to rain...
Claire slips further into hilarity. Let's out a short HMPFF!
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(softens)
I want my children to feel the joy
of the raindrops falling on their
face and know they are loved.
Claire levels off and softens too.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
And one day this guy named Barry...
Don't laugh. This guy goes and
invents the umbrella. Right? Makes
sense.
CLAIRE
I hope it was pretty.
JERICHO
Ha ha. You know what? It was pretty
and yellow... So Barry is super
happy with his contribution to
these people's lives.
CLAIRE
You better land this plane soon.
JERICHO
(quiet, sincere)
The tragedy is that God didn't
intend for his children to be under
constant cover.
Jericho becomes emotional.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
He wanted his children to
experience raindrops on their face.
Claire's eyes well up.
CLAIRE
That' beautiful.
JERICHO
The yellow umbrella is every
genuflect, every silk robe, every
ounce of obedience, not offered up,
but beaten out of, all in the name
of God.
Claire is emotional now.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
And I have to something about...
CLAIRE
(choked up)
You are not the Savior...
You are the Compass.
You are the Mirror.
Jericho slowly slides his hand over the bare floor and gently
takes Claire's hand.
They stare into each other's eyes.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
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27 -
Lessons on Temptation
INT. SUNDAY SCHOOL CLASSROOM - MORNING
The nice neat rows have been pushed back to make space for
the circle of 12 JUNIOR HIGH STUDENTS listening to Jericho.
JERICHO
Let me tell you something I never
got to say in a church.
Jericho points to the Big Church.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Job 1:12. Satan has to ask God for
permission to mess around with Job.
That’s how limited he is.
He writes it.
"JOB 1:12 – HE HAS TO ASK."
JERICHO (CONT'D)
He doesn’t break in.
He knocks.
One girl, MARIENNE, covers her eyes.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Then there's 1 Corinthians 10:13.
You’ll never be tempted past what
you can handle. There’s always a
way out.
He writes:
"1 COR 10:13 – THERE’S ALWAYS AN EXIT."
ANDRÉS
So... we don’t have to listen?
JERICHO
Exactly. But he’s real good at
making it sound like you should.
Right?
He gets a resounding 'Yes'.
Jericho get's down on all fours and becomes very very quiet.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(whispers)
Satan doesn't whisper because he's
weak.
The children really lean in so they can hear.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(soft whisper)
You're not good enough.
MARIENNE covers her eyes again.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(last whisper)
Satan whispers because he's a
threat.
MARIENNE
(through tears)
No!... Why weren't we told this
years ago! I could have been saved
from so much hurt...
The kids look at each other. One girl—LUPITA (11)—hugs
MARIENNE.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual"]
Ratings
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28 -
Under the Stars: Confessions and Connections
EXT. BACKYARD – NIGHT
A string of mismatched lights sags between two tree branches.
Paper lanterns flutter in the breeze. There's a beat-up
charcoal grill going, an old Bluetooth speaker playing Nina
Simone too low, and a folding table stacked with off-brand
wine and homemade salsa.
Laughter erupts.
A cluster of women — CLAIRE’s friends — sit in camp chairs
and hand-me-down patio furniture. Shoes off. Legs crossed.
Red Solo cups. Bare shoulders and bracelets.
CLAIRE enters with JERICHO, who looks like he walked into
someone else’s dream.
CLAIRE
(whispered)
You're not a priest tonight.
Just... smile and eat whatever they
hand you.
JERICHO
(nods)
Understood.
A few heads turn. Friendly waves.
NIA (31) hollers from across the yard.
NIA
CLAIRE CONSTANTINE! You better be
carrying carbs or chaos.
CLAIRE
Both.
SHANNON (39) approaches.
SHANNON
Oh God, is this the priest?
CLAIRE
Yes. Be nice.
Jericho offers a half-smile.
JERICHO
I’m off the clock tonight.
NIA
Oh, honey. Aren’t we all?
Laughter. They make space. Claire sits. Jericho stands behind
her awkwardly until someone slides a milk crate over.
LATER
Plastic forks scrape paper plates.
LINDSEY (late 20s) plays an acoustic guitar but never
finishes a full song.
LINDSEY
Claire once disappeared to Laos for
three months. We thought she'd
died.
CLAIRE
I told you. My phone fell in a rice
paddy.
SHANNON
She sent us one postcard. It said:
“Alive. Feet gross. Kids cute.”
NIA
(big smile)
That was the entire message.
Claire laughs. It’s easy. Effortless. Jericho watches her
like he’s seeing a woman he only met a day ago, not years
ago.
A moment.
NIA (CONT'D)
So, Jericho. Tell us a story.
What’s the weirdest thing someone’s
ever confessed?
CLAIRE
You cannot ask him that.
NIA
Why not? We all used to be
Catholic.
SHANNON
Speak for yourself. I’m recovering
Mormon.
JERICHO
(smiling)
Well... No. She's right. But I once
heard a story about a man confess
to stealing his neighbor’s garden
hose... and he asked if returning
it would nullify the sin.
LINDSEY
Oh my God. What's the answer?
JERICHO
The priest told him to confess it
to the neighbor — and if the
neighbor forgave him, that would
probably be more healing than
anything the church could offer.
A silence falls. Not awkward. Just… thoughtful.
CLAIRE
He’s says stuff like that. Sort of
like Tourette's.
They all look at her. Then at him. Then back.
SHANNON
You two seem... gentle with each
other.
NIA
Yeah. That’s rare these days.
Jericho exhales.
JERICHO
We’re still learning, after years
of knowing each other.
Claire watches him. Her expression unreadable. Not romantic.
Not yet. Just… moved.
LATER STILL
The party has thinned. A few guests drift toward rideshares.
A woman naps in a hammock.
Claire and Jericho sit on the steps of the back porch.
A bowl of cherries between them.
CLAIRE
I don’t usually bring people here.
JERICHO
I don’t usually agree to go.
She looks at him.
CLAIRE
You looked... so calm tonight.
JERICHO
I've been terrified. The whole
time.
CLAIRE
You didn’t show it.
JERICHO
No. I was too busy...
CLAIRE
What.
JERICHO
I was too busy watching you...
That’s what made it bearable.
She doesn’t answer. She just picks up a cherry, holds it
between her thumb and forefinger, and drops it in her mouth.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Comedy"]
Ratings
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29 -
A Moment of Joy in the Sanctuary
INT. CHURCH SANCTUARY – MORNING
A thousand candle flames flicker like old secrets. The nave
is hushed, cavernous — stone ribs arching over oak pews that
groan when you shift your weight. The air is heavy with
frankincense, curling in slow ghost-spins toward the vaulted
ceiling.
Sunlight fractures through the stained glass into shattered
jewels on the floor.
PROCESSIONAL MUSIC begins. Organ thunders. The kind that
shakes your chest whether you believe in God or not.
And then, they enter.
THE HOLY PARADE:
CROSSBEARER leads the way — a thin boy in oversized vestments
gripping a gilded crucifix tall enough to be a weapon. The
weight of it tilts with every step, as if Christ himself
might topple.
Behind him, the INCENSE BEARER — solemn, swinging a thurible
on a silver chain, brass bowl hissing little clouds like a
train rolling through a dream.
CANDLE ACOLYTES flank them — two girls carrying beeswax
tapers in ornate holders, dripping wax down their wrists,
trained never to flinch.
Next, the GOSPEL BOOK, raised high above the crowd.
Leatherbound. Gold-embossed. Carried like a treasure chest
filled with divine fire. The altar boy holding it blinks with
the strain.
Then: a BELL BEARER — smaller than the rest. His vestments
swallow his arms. In his hands, a brass bell with a braided
blue cord. He is trying not to tremble.
Finally, FATHER JERICHO JENNER, in full liturgical armor.
Emerald and ivory vestments, embroidered with wheat and
thorns. A chasuble layered over alb and stole, trailing
behind him like a declaration of obedience.
He walks like a man who’s done this a thousand times. But
today, something in his step says: this might be the last.
Claire and Sam sit three rows back from the front.
AT THE ALTAR
The music fades. Jericho bows low, kisses the marble. Turns.
The congregation rises, murmurs their rehearsed response. The
Mass begins.
The altar boy steps forward.
It’s his moment.
He raises the bell.
And it trembles in his grip. A whisper of fear. Then —
DING-DING.
Jericho kneels.
The ritual continues — solemn, exquisite, choreographed.
But the boy is shaken. The next cue comes. He raises the bell
again.
This time, it clanks awkwardly. Too hard. A fumble. A
discordant ring.
His face flushes. He wants to vanish.
Jericho turns his head, just slightly.
Sees him.
Sees himself — scared, trying, caught in the machine.
Then Jericho… does something unthinkable.
He reaches below the altar.
And pulls out a cowbell.
Old. Rusted. Leather strap frayed. It doesn’t match the
decor. It doesn’t match anything.
He holds it up for the boy to see.
Beat.
Then:
CLANK.
Not angry. Not mocking. Just... honest.
The boy laughs. Can’t help it. A tiny giggle escapes like air
from a balloon.
The congregation stirs — confused. The organist stops mid-
hold.
Jericho gives the boy a nod.
And the boy lifts his bell again, this time with both hands,
steady.
DING-DING.
Perfect.
Jericho turns back to the altar. Breath catching.
Eyes glisten. Voice caught in his throat.
CLANK.
One more time. Just for joy.
And the Mass goes on.
But the spell? Broken.
And somewhere, deep beneath the protocols and incense...
Heaven smiled.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual"]
Ratings
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30 -
Unveiling Humanity
INT. CHURCH SANCTUARY – MORNING
Jericho smiles at the Alter Boy.
JERICHO
Go ahead. Go sit down.
(claps)
Wasn't he great? Let's give him a
round of applause.
They do and the alter boy nervously walks to the clergy
seats.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
When was the last time you saw a
cowbell at church?
They look dumbfounded.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Yeah... Me neither.... And did you
ever ask yourself why? I have.
Bishop Brewer enters and sits next to the alter boy.
He looks at his watch.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Here's another example.
He clicks the white plastic tab under his collar.
CLICK... CLICK.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
What the heck is this?
He pulls it off...
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Plastic. Not even spiritual
plastic. Just... office-supply
plastic.
Like God’s Holy USB stick.
He flicks the collar tab between two fingers.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
And this...
He reaches behind his neck, peels off the embroidered
chasuble — the outer vestment — like it’s a hotel robe.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
I mean… it’s a dress.
We called it a “chasuble” to sound
mystical. But come on... it's just
a... ceremonial Snuggie.
He tosses it aside.
Brewer stiffens. Just a flicker — like a muscle memory
catching a lie. His hands fold tighter, and for the first
time in decades, he doesn’t know the next line.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
This?
He unclips the stole, lets it fall like a scarf.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Supposedly a “yoke of service.”
But it always felt more like a dog
leash for holiness.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
The alb — long, white, pure. Symbol
of baptism.
But do you know what it really is?
He grabs the hem and lifts it slightly.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
A ghost costume.
Seriously. Ask a child.
He steps out of it — still layered underneath — now more
exposed, more real.
Brewer blinks. Once. Hard. He pulls out the note from last
week.
INSERT: "Your boy is off the leash."
JERICHO (CONT'D)
You know what they say about
modesty? It’s not about humility.
It’s about camouflage. So we all
look the same.
Next comes the cincture — the rope around his waist.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
This rope?
Tied tight. So we don’t move too
freely.
He unties it with flair. Lets it fall.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Turns out... the tighter it was
tied,
the harder it was to breathe.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Even the shoes...
He kicks them off. One by one. Loud thumps. Socks still on —
for now.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Black leather. Hand-polished.
We were told to “walk in His
footsteps.” But His feet were bare.
Jericho sees Claire near the front. She sits still.
Unblinking. A hand slowly rises to her chest — not in shock,
but in reverence.
Jericho reaches for his belt buckle and three families stand
up and leave.
The trousers come off and get dropped in a heap on the floor.
And then, finally, he pulls off the last piece — the cassock
shirt, the clerical black.
Now he’s in his white briefs and white undershirt —
vulnerable but powerful.
His eyes find hers. Just for a moment. A pause — not of
doubt, but of recognition. She showed up. She saw it all.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
There... Now I’m no longer hiding
behind the costume. And yes. I said
costume... The scariest Halloween
Costume ever.
One woman cries. Another one looks with introspection at what
she sees..
JERICHO (CONT'D)
I’m not clergy. I’m not part of the
brand... I’m just... me.
Pause. He breathes. And lets that echo.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
And underneath it all... underneath
all of that SHIT... I'm just a man.
He picks up his wallet and keys.
TWO POLICE OFFICERS enter the big wooden double doors and
walk down the aisle toward Jericho.
Brewer breathes. Slow. The storm behind his eyes clears,
replaced with something colder. He smooths the crease of his
robe.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Go in peace.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual"]
Ratings
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31 -
Protective Resolve
EXT. POLICE STATION – NIGHT
Flashbulbs POP. Protestors chant. Metal barricades barely
contain the gathering mass of voices.
A row of NEWS VANS idles behind police lines, antennas
telescoping skyward.
CAMERA CREWS jockey for position. Reporters shout into mics.
SIGNS wave in the air:
“DEFROCKED OR DELIVERED?”
“FAITH ≠ PERFORMANCE”
“PRIESTS SHOULDN’T STRIP”
“THE COLLAR MATTERS”
CROWD MEMBER #1 shouts through a bullhorn.
CROWD MEMBER #1
(showboating)
This isn’t courage — it’s
narcissism!
Near the front, Claire emerges from the main doors of the
station. Rolled sleeves. Eyes like steel. She’s holding a
paper bag.
Behind her— Jericho steps into the chaos. He's wearing ill-
fitting jeans and a plain white tee. No shoes.
He squints at the camera lights, steady but unsure.
A beat. Then—
SHOUTS from both sides.
REPORTER #1
Father Jenner! Do you still
identify as clergy?
REPORTER #2
Was this performance art or
protest?
A GLASS BOTTLE arcs from the crowd.
SMASH!
It explodes near Jericho’s feet, shards scattering across the
sidewalk.
Claire’s body moves before her mind does.
She steps in front of Jericho. Arm out. Protective.
Instinctual. She pulls him through the crowd.
JERICHO
Claire—
CLAIRE
(soft, to him)
Don’t speak to anyone. Not now.
Her eyes scan the crowd. Then—
A FLICKER in her mind. A WHISPER not her own.
DAMIEN (V.O.)
He’s not worth it, Claire.
She flinches. Then refocuses. Shakes it off.
CLAIRE
(to the crowd)
Get out of the way.
DAMIEN (V.O.)
In the end, he won't pick you.
Claire yells out.
CLAIRE
NO!.. GET THEE BEHIND ME SATAN!
Silence.
Jericho stands still. The crowd stands still.
Claire continues, just 15 feet from the car door.
One protestor lowers their sign. Another puts down their
phone.
And then— A ripple starts.
CROWD MEMBER #2
Let them through.
CROWD MEMBER #3
Leave them alone.
CHANT
Let them Be. Let them Be.
Claire grabs Jericho’s hand.
They descend the steps together. One step at a time. No
guards. No riot gear. Just presence.
FLASHES POP.
A moment burned into a thousand
feeds.
At the curb, an unmarked SUV idles.
Claire opens the passenger door for him.
Jericho doesn't hesitates. Looks into Claire's eyes.
JERICHO
They're watching.
Claire smiles.
CLAIRE
And speaking.
They get in.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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32 -
Whispers of Solace
INT. UNMARKED SUV – MOVING – NIGHT
Claire drives. Jericho stares out the window, silent.
CLAIRE
You okay?
JERICHO
They whispered to you too.
CLAIRE
They tried to.
JERICHO
Did it work?
CLAIRE
We'll talk about it.
She looks at him. Then, gently—
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
Put your feet up. The floor’s hot.
He does. She drives.
JERICHO
We have to... There must be a
way...
Outside, the world moves on as-is under the Yellow Umbrella.
But Jericho and Claire? They’ve stepped out from under it.
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The door clicks open. Jericho and Claire step inside.
It’s dim. Quiet. The chaos of the outside world falls away.
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – MOMENTS LATER
Claire sets the paper bag on the counter, while Jericho
closes the blinds. A stillness settles between them.
JERICHO
You want to shower? You can
shower... here... If you want.
Claire looks at him like he was offering a kidney.
CLAIRE
Are you sure?
JERICHO
Yes... I too, will shower... I
don't mean together. No. You go in
there..
(laughs)
And I'll go in there. I think I
need to shower... a little slower.
She just smiles and nods.
And both have to step around the other before heading off to
get clean.
INT. BATHROOM – LATER
Steam rises. Water hits porcelain.
Claire steps out of the shower, towel tight around her body.
She catches her reflection in the mirror. She doesn’t flinch.
She just looks.
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Claire walks barefoot back into the open front area— robe on,
hair still dripping.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
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33 -
A Tender Beginning
INT. JERICHO’S DINING AREA – NIGHT
They sit across from each other. Same table. Same thick wine
glasses.
No wine this time. Just water, and a plate of crackers
between them.
Claire wears a white robe. Jericho wears one too.
Both their heads still damp. Hair clinging to temples.
It’s quiet.
Jared fidgets with a pencil. It falls to the floor.
Soft clatter on the floor.
At the very same time, they both lean in to pick it up.
And just for a second, they are physically close.
Their temples. Their noses. Their mouths. Close.
They stop. Not in panic. Just in recognition.
The moment retreats.
They laugh, awkwardly.
Claire stands like she's needs...
Jericho can't take his eyes off her.
He stands up. Facing her. Both facing each other.
Jericho lingers in the way he looks at her. Steady. Soft.
Slowly, Jericho releases his hand and arm, and he slowly
reaches...
Claire sees it and doesn't reject, doesn't object.
He slowly comes in contact with the terrycloth covering her
hip.
His hand gently brushes the curve of her hip. Up. Down.
She closes her eyes.
CLAIRE
Oh, Jericho... I am a virgin.
A long breath.
JERICHO
(quiet)
So am I.
They kiss.
It isn’t rushed. It isn’t hungry. It’s a beginning.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
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34 -
Morning Light
INT. JERICHO’S BEDROOM – MORNING
Sunlight creeps in through slatted blinds. No alarm. No rush.
Just stillness. Robes on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Claire lies asleep like a soft puzzle piece in Jericho's
sleeping arms.
She stirs first. Hair a mess.
She doesn’t move. She just watches him sleep. Breath in,
breath out.
Jericho blinks awake. Sees her.
Neither says anything.
Just a moment of quiet like they haven't seen in forever.
JERICHO
Hi.
CLAIRE
(smiles)
Hi there.
JERICHO
Good sleep?
CLAIRE
(soft)
I feel... lighter. I don't know.
Like something was lifted from me
in the dark.
JERICHO
I think there is a truth in that. I
really do.
CLAIRE
Think so... Do you think God knows?
JERICHO
(smiles)
Yes. And I think he still loves us
both anyway.
Claire laughs once — a wet, snotty, ugly little laugh. Wipes
her nose with the blanket.
CLAIRE
That’s such a messed up thing to
say. But I love it.
JERICHO
Same.
CLAIRE
I need to borrow a toothbrush.
Claire gets up, sheet wrapped around her, pulling it off of
Jericho as she walks.
Jericho turns completely on is stomach.
JERICHO
You're making me blush.
Claire giggles.
CLAIRE
Be right back.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
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35 -
A Moment of Connection
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – LATER
Jericho, in his robe, stands in the kitchen making coffee.
Clair comes in, matching robe.
She slides her arms in under Jericho's, her head on his back.
CLAIRE
I've been to 128 different
countries in the world. Built
homes, farmed, sewed clothing, dug
leech fields...
JERICHO
I always knew you were amazing.
CLAIRE
I've see all kinds of people, held
dying children, delivered two
babies, and stood in countless food
lines...
Jericho turns around.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
(emotional)
But I've never felt like this.
JERICHO
Same here. This feels like the
first day of my life.
They kiss.
CLAIRE
I have an idea.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
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36 -
A Cozy Evening in the Woods
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
Claire drives the Land Rover. Jericho rides right seat, short
sleeves and bare arms out the passenger window.
EXT. CABIN IN THE PINES – EVENING
A small rental cabin tucked beneath tall pines. String lights
sag from the porch rafters. A canoe rests upside down in the
grass. The quiet is earned.
The land Rover sits off to one side.
INT. CABIN – NIGHT
Inside, Claire stirs something on the stove. Jericho stands
at the counter, awkwardly chopping vegetables.
CLAIRE
You don’t have to cut them so
carefully. It’s soup, not
communion.
JERICHO
I was trained for symmetry.
CLAIRE
You were trained to avoid any kind
of mess.
She reaches across, steals a carrot from the cutting board,
pops it in her mouth.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
(smiles)
I like mess... sometimes.
Jericho watches her—still surprised that this is real. He
slowly shakes his head.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
What?
JERICHO
Nothing.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
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37 -
Whispers of Connection and Unease
EXT. LAKE – MORNING
Claire sits cross-legged at the front of a canoe. Jericho
rows slowly behind her. The water is flat. The trees lean in.
Claire drags her fingers along the surface.
CLAIRE
You ever think maybe the
whispers... the war... Maybe it’s
just life.
JERICHO
No.
CLAIRE
Why not?
JERICHO
Because I lived in a state of
constant 1-channel "mono" for 40
years... And I never heard real
music until your heart showed up.
She turns her head. Nothing poetic in her expression—just the
stillness of being seen.
CLAIRE
Yeah. I waited for your heart too.
INT. CABIN – NIGHT
A fire crackles in the corner. The floor is layered in thick
blankets.
Claire rests her head on Jericho’s chest. He’s reading aloud
from a handwritten page.
JERICHO
And in all of my travels, my life's
work, I'm no closer to solving this
problem than little Mariela in
Mexico.
She doesn’t speak. She just traces slow circles on the back
of his hand.
EXT. ROADSIDE DINER – DAY
They share pancakes. Claire takes Jericho’s coffee, adds
cinnamon from the shaker.
JERICHO
Hey. Now. That’s blasphemy. Right
there.
CLAIRE
Ha!. That’s called improvement.
They laugh like people who didn’t think they still could.
INT. SUV – AFTERNOON
Claire drives. Jericho’s asleep in the passenger seat, head
turned toward the window.
Claire’s hand rests lightly on the gearshift. Jericho’s hand,
half-asleep, finds hers. No words.
In the rearview mirror—
A silver van. Close. Clean. Not speeding. Not drifting.
Just… present.
Claire glances up. Then back to the road.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
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38 -
BLOCK/THUMP: A New Approach to Intrusive Thoughts
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – DAY
At the dining table, Jericho sits closer to Claire than last
time.
CLAIRE
I had a thought yesterday, I wanted
to share.
JERICHO
Shoot.
CLAIRE
Ok. Don't say I'm crazy. It's a
method, actually.
Jericho raises an eyebrow.
JERICHO
Already inventing new age scripture
in my bed?
CLAIRE
Damn right I am.
Puts her hand out.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
Actually, I did this for the first
time when I rescued you yesterday.
It's called BLOCK/THUMP.
JERICHO
Rescue?
CLAIRE
Shut up and listen. So, when you
hear that intrusive demon's voice.
The whisper.. You just put your
hand out for the BLOCK...
Pushes something invisible off the end of the table.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
And then the evil intrusive thought
slides across the table, falls off
the back, and THUMP on the floor.
Jericho stares at her. Grins.
JERICHO
That’s it. That’s the whole sermon.
CLAIRE
That's it. Demonstrative
rejection... Ok, let's practice...
Claire gets up.
JERICHO
What? Now?
CLAIRE
Come on. Okay... you hear the
whisper....
(acting)
"Jericho... you're no good for
sleeping with that hot girl last
night..."
Jericho smiles.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
And then you...
JERICHO
And then I BLOCK... and then it
falls to the floor and THUMP.
CLAIRE
Yep!
She sits back down.
JERICHO
I think there might be a biblical
element in that.
CLAIRE
Sure helped me yesterday.
Jericho stares intently.
JERICHO
How would you like to build an
Awareness Ministry with me, around
BLOCK/THUMP?
CLAIRE
Sounds like fun.
They both smile.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual"]
Ratings
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39 -
Urgent Concerns in the Operations Center
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - DAY
IN THE ADJOINED HALLWAY
Low light. No screens. No distractions. Just shadows and
tension.
DAMIEN stands at the window, phone to his ear.
DAMIEN
(into phone)
We’ve got a problem.
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
A long steel table. Empty but for three bodies:
DAMIEN, pacing.
DAMILLA, seated, arms folded.
Everitt sits and admires his nails.
DAMIEN
Jericho Jenner, that disgraced
padre and his new squeeze Claire
Constantine, the missionary do-
gooder.... They’re not just
resisting anymore.
DAMILLA
They’re organizing.
DAMIEN
They’re starting an awareness
group. TED talks. Demonstrations.
Methodology branding. Kaboodle.
EVERITT
(sips from a black mug)
And?
DAMILLA
Tell him the rest.
DAMIEN
They’re taking that circus...
on the road.
EVERITT
So?
DAMIEN
So---
EVERITT
So handle it. What do you want from
me? A brownie sticker?
Damilla thinks twice.
DAMILLA
(reluctant)
Uh... Button.
EVERITT
What?
DAMILLA
Brownie Button.
Not sticker.
EVERITT
(stares)
No. You two better get ahead of
this. And quick... Whatever you
need, just get it done.
DAMIEN
Whatever we need?
EVERITT
Whatever you need.
START MONTAGE:
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
Creative Collaborations
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – DAY
Claire and Jericho sit cross-legged on the floor, surrounded
by post-it notes. They’re laughing. Arguing over font
choices. Jericho points at one.
JERICHO
(loud)
No. No Comic Sans. I’d rather die.
INT. PRINT SHOP – DAY
They pick up a stack of fliers. Claire flips one, admiring
the bold words across the top:
“BLOCK–THUMP: TO FREEDOM”
The clerk raises an eyebrow.
CLERK
This a church thing?
CLAIRE
(smirks)
More like anti-church... thing.
The Clerk doesn't get it.
INT. SELF-STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT
Jericho paints a banner on butcher paper. Claire brings
coffee. She stops and watches him — there’s paint on his face
and hope in his eyes.
INT. THRIFT STORE – DAY
They both rummage for a used projector. Claire holds up a
ridiculous gold jacket. Jericho nods seriously.
JERICHO
You wear this, and we’ll convince
the whole room.
They laugh.
INT. SELF-STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT
Stacks of chairs. A floor map taped out. They practice the
BLOCK/THUMP gesture in sync — she pushes, he thumps. They
laugh at how dorky they look. They do it again.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Comedy"]
Ratings
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41 -
Support and Nerves
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
IN THE KITCHEN
Dinner on the stove, forgotten. Claire types while Jericho
speaks aloud, working on their talk. They finish each other’s
sentences.
IN THE BATHROOM
They both stare at themselves. Matching shirts that read:
“THAT'S NOT YOU.”
Claire puts eyeliner on. Jericho watches.
CLAIRE
You think it’s too much?
JERICHO
No. Sweetheart. Just enough.
END MONTAGE.
EXT. COMMUNITY CENTER – NIGHT
They stand outside the doors. People arriving.
Some with folded arms. Some wide-eyed.
Claire grabs Jericho’s hand.
CLAIRE
Oh, crap. I'm nervous.
Jericho pulls her out of the way. He takes both hands.
JERICHO
And that right there. It's normal.
We're human... You're going to do
great....
Jericho looks in her eyes.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
I love you, Claire.
CLAIRE
(emotional)
Oh..
They hug.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
I love you, Jericho.
JERICHO
Ready?
CLAIRE
(smiles)
Yes.
They separate and turn to go.
Sam is there looking at them.
JERICHO
Oh, wow. Hi Sam.
CLAIRE
Hi buddy.
They leave.
Sam stays. No expression.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
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42 -
Nerves and Support
INT. COMMUNITY HALL – NIGHT
Foldout chairs. Brick walls. A simple projector screen.
A hand-painted sign above the podium reads:
BLOCK–THUMP NIGHT: TAKE BACK YOUR MIND
Packed house. Standing room only. Teenagers. Retirees.
Veterans. A few kids clinging to quiet mothers.
At the back, Jericho adjusts the mic. Claire tests the
clicker.
INT. BACKSTAGE – NIGHT
Claire straightens Jericho’s collar — not priestly, just him.
CLAIRE
Don’t forget the coffee mug bit.
That kills.
JERICHO
Now I’m nervous.
CLAIRE
I know. That’s how you know you’re
telling the truth.
They fist bump. Claire kisses his cheek — just once, just
gently.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Comedy"]
Ratings
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43 -
Confronting Intrusive Thoughts
INT. COMMUNITY HALL – MOMENTS LATER
Claire steps up first.
CLAIRE
Thank you all for being here. We
know some of you came out of
curiosity, some came scared. And
some came just to say hi.
She nods to Jericho. He joins her.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
What Jericho and I have learned is
that the Intrusive Thoughts we here
in our minds, those are whispers.
Murmurs ripple.
JERICHO
And those whispers are from one
source.
CLAIRE
And the whispers are real.
JERICHO
And they’re not metaphorical. They
are designed and custom made...
just for you.
CLAIRE
We've developed a personal method
to help combat the impact of those
whispers. And it's called
BLOCK/THUMP.
Jericho smiles.
JERICHO
And yes. We know. It's looks corny,
make you feel embarrassed, and
awkward. But after the third time.
You're going to want to do it.
Claire raises her arm — like she’s pushing a thought across a
dinner table.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
The method is simple. You block the
whisper, let it roll across an
imaginary table, fall of the back,
and THUMP on the floor.
The audience laughs. But it’s not humor. It’s relief.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Comedy"]
Ratings
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44 -
Tension and Triumph
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPS CENTER – SAME
Damien watches the livestream. Alone. Unblinking.
He turns to a secondary screen. A tracker blinks red.
DAMIEN
Whisper to him. We're ready.
INT. COMMUNITY HALL – LATER
Applause. Standing ovation. People approach the couple.
Claire gets pulled away.
There's a small merch table with a stack of printed handouts:
“BLOCK–THUMP: The Awareness Method”
“You are not broken. You are being whispered to.”
Claire signs a copy for a teenage boy.
A woman hugs Jericho.
Jericho freezes. His hands tremble.
Jared looks to Claire.
WOMAN
My daughter told me about you guys.
JERICHO
Claire! CLAIRE!
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Thriller"]
Ratings
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45 -
Shattered Trust
EXT. COMMUNITY HALL – PARKING LOT – NIGHT
Sam leans against the building.
The pouch of his hoodie is a bit bulky with his hands in it.
DAMIEN (V.O.)
(whispers)
She is your forever princess.
Why's she's kissing that moron.
She hurt you.
Fuckin' bitch.
INT. COMMUNITY HALL – STAGE AREA – SAME
Claire addresses the final lingering attendees.
A door creaks open.
CLAIRE
We’ll be doing a smaller workshop
next week. Bring a friend.
(distracted)
Oh, Hi Sam.
JERICHO (O.S.)
CLAIRE GET DOWN NOW!
Jericho looks and sees Sam pull out the gun.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
NO!
BANG!
Jericho lunges, to shield her.
Claire stumbles back. Glass shatters behind her. Blood
splatters the back wall.
Screams. Chaos.
Claire drops.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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46 -
Desperate Measures
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPS CENTER – SAME
Damien sips his soda. Rewinds the footage. Freezes it —
Claire mid-reach. Sam mid-trigger.
DAMIEN
There it is.
He stands.
DAMIEN (CONT'D)
Kill the ritual. Save the machine.
INT. HOSPITAL ENTRANCE – NIGHT
SLIDING GLASS DOORS WHOOSH OPEN.
Rain-slick pavement. Red flashing lights.
PARAMEDICS burst in, wheeling CLAIRE in fast.
IV bags bounce. Oxygen hisses. Her body’s still.
Pale. Blood on the stretcher. Blood on her shirt.
Jericho follows, jogging.
Shoes soaked. T-shirt stained crimson. Hair matted with sweat
and panic.
A NURSE intercepts him.
NURSE
No. No. No. Sir— you can’t—
JERICHO
She’s mine. I mean— I’m with her. I
— Please.
The nurse sees the rawness in his face. Nods once.
They disappear down a hallway.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Thriller"]
Ratings
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47 -
Desperate Vigil
INT. TRAUMA BAY – MOMENTS LATER
Chaos. Scrub caps. Gloves snapping. Monitors lighting up.
DOCTORS bark orders.
DOCTOR #1
Check again. We're losing pressure
— bag her and prep the O.R.
DOCTOR #2
BP 68 over 40 and falling.
Jericho stands in the doorway.
Shaking. Covered in her blood. Eyes locked on Claire’s face.
Another NURSE gently pushes him back.
NURSE
We’ve got her now... We’ve got her.
The doors swing closed in front of him.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – NIGHT
Jericho just stands there.
Bare feet on linoleum.
T-shirt soaked.
Blood drying into the collar.
Hands shaking — not from fear, but from not being allowed to
do anything.
The hallway is empty except for a janitor slowly mopping.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
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48 -
Vigil of Hope
INT. ICU ROOM – FIRST BEDSIDE VISIT – HOURS LATER
Claire lies unconscious.
Bandaged. Tubes. Machines beep softly.
A cooling blanket hums beneath her.
Jericho sits beside her, in a hospital-issued sweatshirt now.
He holds her hand. Doesn’t say much.
JERICHO
They said no visitors.
But I said I wasn’t visiting.
I’m staying.
He doesn’t cry.
He just watches her.
Like her face is the only part of Earth worth believing in.
INT. ICU ROOM – SECOND BEDSIDE VISIT – NEXT DAY
She’s still unconscious.
Jericho’s brought a chair this time. A pillow. A notebook.
The Bible is on the windowsill, but unopened.
He reads to her from the flyer they made together.
JERICHO
BLOCK/THUMP... You said it would
catch on like wildfire.... You said
people would start doing it without
even thinking.
He is emotional.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
You were right.
He looks at her chest — still rising, still falling.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
I miss you. I miss your voice. And
those smart ass quips.
(softer)
Crazy girl.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
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49 -
Vigil of Hope
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – NIGHT
Jericho stands at the vending machine. The kind that hums
louder than the silence. He presses the button for coffee.
Nothing fancy. Just something hot.
A NURSE (40), gentle, blunt, walks past with a chart. She
slows. Notices him staring blankly at the machine.
NURSE
Did you see Claire's corner?
JERICHO
I'm sorry.
She stops. Looks at him like he’s missed something obvious.
NURSE
Oh honey... don’t you know?
She tilts her head toward the ICU window, puts her right arm
on Jericho's shoulder and point with her left..
NURSE (CONT'D)
Out there, in the parking lot. That
whole back corner. That’s Claire’s
Corner now. She’s had vigil-keepers
every night since day three.
Jericho slowly walks to the window.
Outside—candles. Folding chairs. And HUNDREDS wrapped in
blankets. Quiet. Steady. Growing.
NURSE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
They don’t chant. They don't yell
or kick or holler. They just come.
Feels like a change happened in
them.
Jericho watches. No words. Just breath.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
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50 -
A Message of Hope
EXT. HOSPITAL – NIGHT
Jericho steps outside. Through the sliding glass doors. The
cold air hits his face.
He walks slowly toward the vigil.
No fanfare. No reporters. Just the soft shuffle of a man who
never thought he’d be followed.
As he gets closer—
A young girl sees him.
GIRL
Look. It’s him.
Heads turn. A few people rise.
Jericho stops. He’s not ready to speak. He doesn't want to
preach.
He looks around—eyes meeting each face like a slow roll call
of the brave.
JERICHO
I don’t know what I thought I would
find out here. But... it wasn’t
this.
He gestures.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
You all came out for Claire and you
stayed.
(beat)
I’ve spent most of my life speaking
into rooms that didn’t speak back.
(beat)
But you didn’t come here to speak.
You came here to stand.
He breathes.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
So I just wanted to say—
Thank you for holding the line...
...when we couldn’t.
He folds his hands.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Claire is going to be okay.
And all of you?.. You are amazing.
He turns to walk away.
A MOTHER (40) touches his arm.
MOTHER
Forgive me Father, but tell us
about the whispers. My son is
suffering.
Jericho doesn't correct her. He just lowers his head.
The large crowd moves in on him.
He looks up to address even those in the back.
JERICHO
(slowly and loud)
James 4:7 says, “Resist the
Devil... and he will flee.”
He becomes emotional.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(slower)
That’s the secret sauce.
You don’t have to yell.
You don't have to get angry.
You don’t have to fight.
You just have to not agree.
He can barely hold back the tears.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Satan is not afraid of your
strength... He's afraid you'll say
no.... So say 'No'.
He turns and covers his mouth.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Thank you.
He walks back inside.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
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51 -
Whispers in the ICU
INT. ICU ROOM – NIGHT
Claire still unconscious. Her ring in place.
Jericho hasn’t left.
He sits in the visitor's chair, wide and surprisingly
comfortable.
He pulls out a battered laptop. Opens his Sermon Editing
Client. File. New. Thinks. Then he starts to write:
INSERT DOCUMENT ON SCREEN
DARE NOT DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
(Life Under the Yellow Umbrella)
Written by Jericho Jenner
“She thought the whispers we her own. She was wrong.”
He keeps writing.
The machines beep. Claire’s chest rises.
But now? So does something else.
The book has begun.
INT. ICU ROOM – NIGHT
Claire lies motionless. Machines hum their steady rhythm.
Rain slicks the window. Jericho sits beside her, same posture
for hours.
His eyes are dry. That’s what’s scarier.
He speaks, barely a whisper.
JERICHO
You were the brave one, beautiful.
Not me. For so long, I hid behind
vestments, scriptures and rituals.
He sniffles.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
And you just went... Hands-on. To
the sick. The forgotten. The places
people tell themselves aren't
theirs to fix.
He looks at her. She doesn't stir.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
I wrote a book, Claire. You won't
believe it, but in that one night.
In that dry-run of a
presentation... You started a
movement.
He cries.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
I preached a sermon down to my
underwear and I still don’t know if
I believe any of it...
Jericho thinks twice.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Truth is... I never heard Him,
sweetheart... Not once... Not like
they promised I would. I should.
He leans forward, forehead to her hand.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
And now... it’s just me again.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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52 -
A Flicker of Hope
INT. HOSPITAL CHAPEL – LATER
Small. Wood-paneled. Quiet. An electric candle flickers near
the altar.
Jericho enters. Stands in the doorway.
He looks at the pews. The cross.
He takes one step in. Stops. Turns and leaves.
INT. HOSPITAL CAFETERIA – NIGHT
Jericho stares at his laptop. A BLOCK/THUMP newsletter draft
is open. Half a sentence typed. Cursor blinking.
He selects all.
DELETE.
He exhales. Closes the laptop.
A quiet knock. He looks up.
MARIELA, the little orphan from Mexico stands with a blanket
around her shoulders. In her hand: a folded piece of notebook
paper.
She offers it.
MARIELA
Jaime made me write it. But I mean
it too.
Jericho unfolds the paper.
INSERT NOTE
Scrawled in crayon:
"The BLOCK/THUMP helped me to sleep. I not feel scared.”
He looks at her. She shrugs.
MARIELA (CONT'D)
It worked for me... So... you must
keep going. Okay?
Jericho stares down. Chokes on something like a laugh.
He nods. Eyes wet for the first time in days.
JERICHO
Okay.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
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53 -
Crisis Management at Black Protocol
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
A digital model of broadcast towers spins midair—signals,
nodes, data flow visualizations like ghost-blue webs.
DAMIEN stands at the center console.
DAMILLA sits cross-legged on a hover stool, staring blankly
at a monitor.
EVERITT stands behind them. Still. Like architecture.
EVERITT
You better get in front of this
trainwreck. This will set us back
hundreds.
DAMILLA
(disappointed)
Yeah. They just confirmed.
The spot is scheduled for Friday at
8:00pm.
DAMIEN
Not to worry. My Lackey has a guy
in the control booth.
Damilla turns the monitor so Everitt can see.
ON SCREEN:
A teaser graphic:
JERICHO JENNER AND CLAIRE CONSTANTINE — A FAITH THAT FELL TO
EARTH.
EVERITT
Wipe it.
DAMIEN
Already started. Half the country
won’t see more than static and
stutter.
EVERITT
The other half?
DAMIEN
Fake news.
Everitt sips from a matte-black espresso cup. Sets it down
with surgical precision.
EVERITT
Don’t overcompensate.
DAMILLA
It's already working.
She presses a button.
ON MONITOR:
Footage of Jericho at the pulpit, half-disrobed.
DAMILLA (CONT'D)
They already think he's a whacko.
EVERITT
(nods)
Good.
(to Damien)
But if you screw this up.. heads
will roll.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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54 -
Silent Love
INT. ICU ROOM – DAY
Monitors blink soft and green. The ventilator’s gone. Only
oxygen now. Claire stirs.
Jericho is asleep in the chair—his body slumped, hand still
in hers.
Claire’s eyelids flutter. She wakes.
She tries to speak. Nothing. Her lips move. No sound.
She swallows, tries again. Still silence.
A NURSE spots it from the hallway. Calls offscreen.
Clair looks at the ring on her finger. She is emotional. She
rocks back and forth.
Jericho wakes up and lunges forward. They embrace.
Each body heaving in relief against the other.
Jericho cries audibly, out loud. Claire cries in silence.
She shows her ring to him like she's showing something new.
JERICHO
I love you... And I will understand
if you don't say it back.
Claire does her best to laugh.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – LATER
DOCTOR enters with a chart. Kind eyes. Measured.
Claire is awake now. Alert. Jericho beside her, gripping her
hand like it’s the only thing tethering him to Earth.
DOCTOR
The bullet passed clean through the
soft tissue here—
He indicates the side of her neck.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
But fragments damaged the nerve
bundle that controls vocal
intensity and full speech.
Jericho doesn’t blink.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
The damage was localized. You may
regain some function... eventually.
But it’ll be faint. Barely audible.
Everyone takes a breath.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
If anything comes back...
It will come back as a whisper.
Jericho’s breath catches. His head drops.
Claire closes her eyes. Just once. Accepting it.
Genres:
["Drama"]
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55 -
Words of Connection
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – MOMENTS LATER
Jericho leans against the wall outside her room. Still.
Hollowed out.
Claire’s voice, gone. The one that fought for him.
He laughs once—a broken, bitter sound.
Then it shifts.
Becomes something else.
Peace?
INT. ICU ROOM – LATER
Jericho sits close again.
He opens her notepad. Grabs a pen. Writes something down.
Turns it so she can see.
INSERT NOTEPAD
“Even your whisper will break kingdoms.”
Claire’s eyes well. She nods. Just once.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – TWILIGHT
The golden hour light cuts through slats in the blinds.
Claire sits up now—pale, but present. Jericho sits beside
her.
There’s no beeping now. Just breath.
Between them, the notepad.
Claire writes. Jericho reads.
CLAIRE (written):
“I still want to build homes. Sew blankets. Carry kids.”
Jericho smiles.
JERICHO
That’s not why I love you.
She blinks. Writes again.
CLAIRE (written):
“I don’t know who I am without it.”
JERICHO (CONT'D)
You’re Claire. And that’s enough.
Claire’s hand shakes slightly. She underlines one word.
CLAIRE (written): “Enough?”
JERICHO (CONT'D)
Yes.
She exhales. Leans back. Lets the word soak into her ribs.
Beat.
Claire takes the pen. Hands it to Jericho.
He hesitates.
Then writes:
JERICHO (written):
“I used to mix up obedience and faith.”
Claire smiles, tired but knowing.
JERICHO (written, cont.):
“I was open to God. And God never spoke to me”
Claire puts her hand over his. Squeezes gently.
JERICHO (written):
“So I decided that I will be the one to speak now.”
They look at each other. And there it is.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
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56 -
Reclaiming Voices
INT. STUDIO SET – NIGHT
Iconic blue-gold lighting. Minimalist chairs. Two glasses of
water on a table.
Claire Jenner and Jericho Jenner sit across from a seasoned
HOST (50s), composed, gracious, with a voice that has
anchored truth for decades.
HOST
Tonight—what spawned from an
unconventional act of rebellion
inside a Catholic Church has become
a global movement.
INTERCUT – SERIES OF SHOTS
– Vigils.
– BLOCK/THUMP rallies.
– Hospital candlelight.
– Viral footage of Claire shielding Jericho.
– T-shirts. Hashtags. Stickers.
– “You Are Not the Voice in Your Head” projected onto a
courthouse wall.
BACK TO STUDIO
HOST (CONT'D)
Jericho Jenner. Claire Jenner.
Welcome.
Claire nods. Jericho breathes in deeply.
HOST (CONT'D)
Let’s start simple. What are the
whispers?
Jericho leans forward.
JERICHO
One thing for sure... they are not
us.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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57 -
The Uncontainable Truth
INT. BLACK PROTOCOL OPS CENTER – SAME
Damien stands. Frozen. Watching the feed.
DAMIEN
(to Tech #1)
Hey, Lacky, get your buddy to kill
this thing. Right now.
Damilla storms into frame.
DAMILLA
How are they even on television?
Who let this slip through?
TECH #2
No one. It’s... it’s pre-recorded
and preloaded... It's everywhere.
TECH #1
Some of it’s blockchain-locked. My
guy couldn't override it even if I
did motivate him enough.
DAMILLA
What do you mean he couldn't?
MR. E. EVERITT (O.S.)
He means it’s already too late.
Everitt stands behind them. Calm. Poised. Silent victory
eroded.
EVERITT
That’s the problem with truth.
Isn't it. Once it starts to echo,
it lingers.
A whisper of wind moves through the Ops Center.
BACK TO STUDIO – CONTINUOUS
Claire is asked a question.
She gestures for a pen. Writes on a card.
INSERT – CARD:
May I try?
She takes the mic. Her lips part.
Silence.
Then—
A whisper.
CLAIRE
You are not the voice in your head.
The audio tech instinctively tries to raise the levels. But
there’s nothing to raise.
Yet something happens.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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58 -
Whispers of Truth
INT. LIVING ROOMS – NIGHT – VARIOUS
Phones buzz. TVs glow. Ears lean closer.
INT. COFFEE SHOP – NIGHT
Someone BLOCKs. Someone THUMPs.
INT. HOSPITAL VIGIL – NIGHT
Mariela turns to a stranger beside her.
MARIELA
Did you hear that?
STRANGER
Yeah. I felt it.
INT. STUDIO – MOMENTS LATER
HOST closes a folder.
HOST
Just so our audience is clear...
(beat)
This interview was not aired live.
It was pre-recorded. Synced.
And scheduled to repeat.
Everywhere.
(leans in)
And it’s going to live.
Claire reaches across and takes Jericho’s hand.
The whisper is out from under. And it’s not going back.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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59 -
Morning Gratitude
INT. JERICHO’S APARTMENT – SUNDAY MORNING
IN THE BEDROOM
Sunlight leaks through half-closed blinds.
In the bed, Claire sleeps on her side. The sheet has slipped
low, revealing the long curve of her bare back.
Peaceful. Warm. And alive.
INT. JERICHO’S LIVING ROOM – SAME
Jericho sits on the couch, laptop open. A hard-cover book
rests on his legs.
He finishes typing.
ON SCREEN:
The book's success can only be attributed to Claire.
Thank you for your kindness.
Jericho
He clicks SEND.
He lifts the book and places it on the coffee table, face-up.
INSERT – BOOK COVER:
“Dare Not Dance with the Devil”
A reflection of THE BLACK PROTOCOL
Written by Jericho Jones"
Jericho stands, giddy as a teenager.
Then jogs quietly back to the bedroom.
FADE TO BLACK.
SFX: CHILDREN laughing.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
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60 -
Empowerment Through BLOCK/THUMP
EXT. COMMUNITY CENTER – DAY
Jericho Demonstrates BLOCK/THUMP to a group of kids.
JERICHO
Okay. So what do we do when the
whisper comes?
One of the boys shrugs.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
You BLOCK.
Then you THUMP.
He does the move. Pushes his hand out, the whisper rolls
across the table, and falls to the ground. THUMP.
JERICHO (CONT'D)
(smiles)
That's it. Let’s try it.
(whispers)
“You’re worthless.”
ALL THE KIDS
BLOCK... THUMP.
JERICHO
(whispers)
“Nobody loves you.”
ALL THE KIDS
BLOCK... THUMP!
MUSIC CUE: "Don't Dream it's Over" by Crowded House.
FADE OUT.
THE END