INT. QUIET CAFÉ IN RIO DE JANEIRO – EVENING
JCJ and Paulo Coelho sit at a small table by the window. The golden hues of sunset bathe the streets outside. Paulo sips his espresso, his eyes searching JCJ’s face as if trying to read his soul.
PAULO
(with a faint smile)
You remind me of someone I used to be—a dreamer, a believer. Someone who thought he could save the world.
JCJ
(leaning forward, his tone gentle but firm)
You weren’t wrong, Paulo. You still can.
PAULO
(chuckling softly, shaking his head)
My parents thought otherwise. They locked me in an asylum when I told them I wanted to save the world. They said I was delusional.
JCJ
(nodding, his voice steady)
They were scared of what they didn’t understand. But you weren’t delusional, Paulo. You were ahead of your time.
PAULO
(raising an eyebrow)
And now you’re here to tell me I’m Christ the Redeemer?
JCJ
(smiling faintly)
Not quite. There isn’t just one savior. There are 144,000. Each with a divine mission, a purpose to bring light and truth to the world.
PAULO
(leaning back, intrigued)
144,000 saviors? That’s… quite a number.
JCJ
(nodding)
It’s not about being the only one. It’s about being part of something greater. A collective force of truth-tellers, healers, and guides.
PAULO
(gesturing to himself)
And you think I’m one of them?
JCJ
(smiling warmly)
Of course. Your words have already changed lives. Your books, your stories—they awaken something in people. That’s your mission.
PAULO
(pausing, his expression softening)
And you? What’s your role in all of this?
JCJ
(with a quiet confidence)
I’m the King Pin, as you might say. I don’t control the saviors, but I help them see their path. I remind them of their light, their purpose.
PAULO
(nodding slowly, a hint of a smile returning)
You’re like a guide. A shepherd for the shepherds.
JCJ
(grinning)
Exactly. And I’m here to tell you, Paulo, your parents were wrong. You weren’t broken. You were chosen.
PAULO
(his voice soft, almost a whisper)
Chosen… to save the world.
JCJ
(leaning closer, his voice steady)
Not alone. But your part is vital. The world needs your light, Paulo. It always has.
Paulo looks out the window, the fading sunlight casting a glow on his face. He seems lost in thought, but there’s a new spark in his eyes—a glimmer of purpose rekindled.
PAULO
(turning back to JCJ, smiling)
Alright, King Pin. What’s my next mission?
JCJ
(smiling back, his voice full of certainty)
Keep writing. Keep inspiring. And trust that your words are part of a much larger symphony.
The two sit in silence, the weight of their conversation settling into the air, as the city outside hums with life.