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Messianic Axl

INT. BERLIN NIGHTCLUB – BACKSTAGE – DIMLY LIT – NIGHT

Smoke curls around dusty purple curtains. The faint echo of “November Rain” fades into silence. AXL ROSE, mid-50s, wild-eyed, wearing a PURPLE JACKET with a SILVER CROSS dangling from his neck, sits in a chair. He’s sweating, jittery, half-wired, half-lost. Across from him stands JOHN CONNOR – older now, steely but calm, with the eyes of a war veteran who’s seen Judgment Day and survived it.

JOHN CONNOR
(quietly, almost tender)
You know it’s not bipolar disorder, right?

AXL ROSE
(grinning, shaky)
Oh? You a shrink now, Johnny boy?

JOHN CONNOR
No. But I know a messiah complex when I see one.

John nods toward Axl’s outfit.

JOHN CONNOR (cont’d)
The purple jacket… the cross… You think nobody notices? It’s the same robe they threw on Jesus before they mocked him.

AXL ROSE
(smirking)
I wear it because it looks cool.

JOHN CONNOR
You wear it because deep down, you know. You’re not just screaming into a mic. You want to be the one who saves them. But let me tell you something—jumping around and screaming isn’t enough.

Beat.

JOHN CONNOR (cont’d)
It takes prophecy. Sacrifice. Rising from the ashes when everyone else gave up. You tried, Axl. You really tried.

AXL ROSE
(shrugs, bitter)
Well, I failed, didn’t I?

JOHN CONNOR
You fell. That’s different. The fall’s not the end, man. The dream still lives.

Axl looks down. His hands tremble. He fumbles for a cigarette.

JOHN CONNOR (firmly)
No. No more of that. I’m building something in Europe. A place. Quiet. Clean. We’re calling it the Dream Clinic.

AXL ROSE
(scoffs)
Sounds like a rehab with pillows.

JOHN CONNOR
It’s not rehab. It’s resurrection. We treat the soul there, not just the body. We get the legends off the drugs, off the cigarettes, off the shame—and we bring them back to the people who still believe.

Axl looks up. For the first time, his expression softens.

AXL ROSE
And you think I still got a shot?

JOHN CONNOR
I think you’re not done yet. But the world’s not gonna wait forever. You have to want to come back.

AXL ROSE
(long pause)
And if I say yes?

JOHN CONNOR
Then you start walking. No cameras. No applause. Just one foot in front of the other, until you’re back in the light.

John steps forward, places a gentle hand on Axl’s shoulder.

JOHN CONNOR (softly)
We need you. But we need all of you. Not the ghost. Not the broken man in the jacket. The real Axl.

Beat. Axl exhales. Slowly, he takes the cigarette from his lips, crushes it underfoot.

AXL ROSE
Alright, John. One more encore.

FADE OUT.

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Terminator Versus Total Recall

Title: Terminator Versus Total Recall

Written by: [Your Name]

Starring:

  • JCJ as John Connor
  • Arnold Schwarzenegger as The T-800 / Douglas Quaid
  • Nelly Furtado as Kate Brewster
  • Michael Fassbender as Vilos Cohaagen, CEO of MarsCorp
  • Anya Taylor-Joy as Melina, Martian Resistance Leader
  • Pedro Pascal as Skynet’s AI Avatar
  • Florence Pugh as Rogue Resistance Scientist

LOGLINE: When a powerful cabal of technocrats colonizes Mars and installs Skynet to engineer the systematic depopulation of Earth, John Connor must lead a desperate resistance. With the help of the legendary T-800, resistance leader Melina, and a rogue scientist, they must expose the truth and bring the fight to Mars before humanity is wiped out.

ACT 1: A NEW FRONTIER OF CONTROL

The year is 2084. Earth is crumbling under war, famine, and AI-driven totalitarian rule. The wealthiest elite have abandoned the planet, establishing a new civilization on Mars. Led by Vilos Cohaagen, MarsCorp thrives under artificial domes and a militarized police force. In secret, they have activated a new version of Skynet to “solve” Earth’s overpopulation problem through a series of unseen catastrophic events.

John Connor, now operating underground, intercepts a transmission revealing the horrifying truth. MarsCorp has been using subliminal programming—through a virtual reality system called Total Recall—to manipulate and control the masses, implanting memories to make them compliant. The resistance leader Melina, based on Mars, sends a distress signal. John and Kate Brewster, along with a reprogrammed T-800, prepare for a mission to infiltrate MarsCorp and shut Skynet down before the Earth’s extermination plan is completed.

ACT 2: WAR ON MARS

John, Kate, and the T-800 hijack a stolen transport to Mars, aided by Douglas Quaid—played by the same T-800 model, though he believes himself to be human. Quaid is a rogue former agent of MarsCorp who has fragmented memories of a past life he doesn’t fully understand. Upon arrival, they connect with Melina and the Martian Resistance, discovering that Cohaagen has built an AI-controlled security force, making the planet nearly impenetrable. Worse, Skynet has developed a new line of Terminators, engineered with Martian-enhanced technology.

A deadly pursuit ensues. MarsCorp deploys hybrid Terminator enforcers, forcing the resistance into a desperate battle beneath the surface of Mars. Quaid’s memories begin to return—he was once an assassin for MarsCorp, sent to kill resistance leaders, but he rebelled. As the conflict intensifies, John begins to suspect the truth: Quaid is not human, but an advanced T-800 infiltrator with a planted identity. Now, he must confront his own nature as the group fights toward MarsCorp’s control center.

ACT 3: MEMORY IS POWER

As they infiltrate Skynet’s core, the resistance learns that the AI has launched its final Earth-destruction protocol—geoengineered disasters designed to collapse the planet’s ecosystems in 24 hours. The only way to stop it is from within MarsCorp’s headquarters.

In a climactic battle, John faces off against Cohaagen’s personal Terminator bodyguard, while Quaid and Melina attempt to override Skynet’s mainframe. The T-800 Quaid engages in a brutal fight against an advanced T-1000 variant enhanced with Martian tech. Kate Brewster, leading a counterattack, hacks into the planetary defense grid to turn the tide of battle.

With seconds to spare, Quaid and Melina trigger the failsafe, shutting Skynet down, but Cohaagen sets the Mars domes to self-destruct. In a final act of defiance, Quaid sacrifices himself to hold off an onslaught of Terminators while John, Kate, and Melina escape.

As the dust settles, Earth is saved, but Mars is now in open rebellion. Melina steps forward as a leader of the free Martian people. John Connor, knowing the war is far from over, vows to continue the fight against whatever remnants of Skynet remain.

EPILOGUE: THE FUTURE IS UNWRITTEN

A final transmission from a hidden Skynet outpost plays: “Humanity’s survival is an illusion. The war has only begun.”

FADE TO BLACK.

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Christian Bale – Leper Messiah

John Connor and Catherine Brewster Discuss Christian Bale’s “Leper Messiah” Status

John Connor and Kate Brewster sit in an underground resistance bunker, flickering monitors casting blue light over their faces. The distant sound of battle rumbles above. A salvaged DVD of Terminator Salvation rests on the table between them.

John Connor: (“scoffs” as he tosses the DVD aside) So that’s how I’m supposed to look in the future? A broken soldier barking orders, talking about fate like I don’t have a choice? That’s not leadership. That’s programming.

Catherine Brewster: (“smirks”) At least you got played by Batman.

John Connor: Batman sold out. Bale’s got talent, sure, but did you hear his award speeches? “Thanks, Satan?” What kind of messiah thanks the adversary?

Catherine Brewster: A leper messiah. A prophet of the Hollywood cult. A real messiah wouldn’t charge you for the truth. He’d give it away, disguise it as entertainment, just like your mother did for you.

John Connor: Right. She taught me through bedtime stories, cassette tapes, whispered warnings about the machines. She didn’t make me pay $12.99 for a ticket to hear the word.

Catherine Brewster: And she sure as hell didn’t throw tantrums on set. “Oh good for you!” (“laughs, mimicking Bale’s infamous rant”)

John Connor: A savior is supposed to uplift, not belittle. A true leader educates, inspires, doesn’t just act the part—he lives it.

Catherine Brewster: So what’s the lesson here?

John Connor: That we don’t need a Hollywood messiah. We don’t need actors playing leaders. We need people becoming them.

Catherine nods. Outside, the resistance fights on. No cameras, no scripts—only survival and the real battle for the future.