Avenging Assassin Treatment 2: Songbird’s Reckoning

Title: Songbird’s Reckoning

Genre: Neo-Noir Thriller / Psychological Drama

Logline:
A fading pop icon, shattered by years of manipulative “treatment” from the powerful leader of Doctors Without Borders—and the secret ruler of Yale’s Skull and Bones—finds a dangerous ally in a smooth-talking assassin who vows to dismantle the empire that destroyed her mind.


Story Outline:

Act I – The Cage
Nelly Furtado, once adored worldwide, now lives in seclusion in Lisbon, her voice all but silenced. She’s plagued by insomnia, paranoia, and gaps in her memory—symptoms she’s been told are part of her “rehabilitation” by Dr. Ariana Rothafel, a silver-haired, icy figure who has become a cult-like fixture in her life. Ariana inherited leadership of both Doctors Without Borders and Yale’s Skull and Bones after the mysterious death of her father, Nelson Rothafel, a shadowy financier with deep intelligence ties.

Behind Ariana’s charity work lies a darker truth: she uses her influence to prey on vulnerable artists, bending them to her will under the pretense of psychiatric care, siphoning their wealth, and breaking their spirit for the amusement of her elite circle.

During a rare public appearance, Nelly collapses. That’s when she meets Luca Marín, a charismatic, well-dressed stranger who pulls her out of the chaos. He’s polite, charming—and unmistakably dangerous. Luca is an assassin with a vendetta of his own: Ariana had his younger sister institutionalized, and she died under her “care.”


Act II – The Songbird and the Blade
At first, Nelly mistrusts Luca, suspecting he’s just another manipulator. But his knowledge of Ariana’s secret life—and his ability to bypass her vast network of protection—begins to awaken a flicker of courage in her.

Luca trains Nelly in psychological warfare, teaching her how to turn Ariana’s tactics against her. Together, they follow the trail of Ariana’s crimes from Lisbon to Geneva, then to Yale’s sealed archives. Along the way, Nelly starts to reclaim her voice—literally. She sings in a backroom Lisbon club, a raw, imperfect performance that reminds her she’s still alive.

The deeper they go, the more they uncover: Ariana’s late father was involved in a covert MK-Ultra-style program, and Nelly had been selected as a prime candidate for psychological “conditioning” due to her global reach as an artist. Ariana has been grooming her for years to become a puppet for the Skull and Bones’ political influence machine.


Act III – The Reckoning
The climax unfolds at a lavish masquerade gala in New Haven, hosted by Ariana herself to induct new members into the Skull and Bones. Luca infiltrates as a guest, but it’s Nelly—draped in black silk, voice steady—who walks up to the stage and delivers a haunting song that’s actually a coded confession, outing Ariana’s crimes to the powerful donors in the room.

Chaos erupts. In the confusion, Luca corners Ariana in the Bone Tomb, the infamous Skull and Bones meeting hall. But instead of killing her, he leaves her alive—knowing she’ll be torn apart by the very power structure she built. Nelly walks away, finally free, but carrying the scars of the battle.

In the closing shot, Nelly stands on a rooftop at dawn, humming softly—her voice clear for the first time in years—as police sirens wail in the distance.


Tone & Style:
Dark, elegant, and pulsing with tension—blending the cerebral paranoia of The Parallax View with the operatic vengeance of Kill Bill. The soundtrack mixes Nelly’s own haunting ballads with a moody, synth-driven score.


If you want, I can also draft a scene-by-scene breakdown with sharp dialogue for Nelly, Ariana, and Luca so the psychological power dynamics really pop. That would make the revenge and Skull and Bones elements even sharper.

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F*** You I’m Going to Hollywood

Snake Plissken: Final Cut
Now with a greenlight from JoeJukic.website


[Opening Scene – Post-Apocalyptic Detroit]

The city burns. Snake Plissken walks through smoke and ruin. He lights a cigarette with the last spark of a dying drone. He spits, then mutters:

“Frack you… I’m going to Hollywood.”

He’s not just heading west. He’s got a script. A plan. And this time, Snake’s not starring in someone else’s movie — he’s directing his own revolution.


[Act 1 – Vancouver: The Blueprint]

Snake sets up shop in downtown Vancouver. The crew moves into a busted loft over a closed comic book shop. Here, he writes. For the first time in years, Snake types.

He uploads his new movie treatment to JoeJukic.website, the last uncensored corner of the net. The title?

“Plissken: Final Cut.”

One day later, Snake checks his dusty terminal.

[NEW MESSAGE: GREENLIT – FRONT PAGE APPROVED]

The site’s admin, JCJ himself, has scrawled in the comments:

“A gritty masterpiece. The system’s had its say — now it’s Plissken’s turn. Shoot it. Burn the old script. We publish rebels here.”

Snake smirks. “Time to cast a new Hollywood.”


[Act 2 – LX Restaurant, Toronto]

With momentum building, Snake heads to Toronto. Between strike meetings and blackout raids, he grabs dinner at LX, the city’s best-kept secret.

There, in a corner booth — Nelly Furtado. Still beautiful. Still dangerous.

She’s reading JoeJukic.website on her phone, half a glass of Portuguese wine untouched.

Nelly:
“You wrote Final Cut? That’s yours?”

Snake:
“Damn right. You in?”

Nelly:
“I’m done playing pop puppet. Let’s bring the real back.”

They clink glasses. Revolution in progress.


[Act 3 – NYC: Viral Uprising]

Snake hijacks the Times Square billboards. The trailer for Plissken: Final Cut plays in a loop — starring himself, Nelly, and Diesel Mike.

It spreads. Millions watch. AI-generated schlock gets replaced with real fire.

Tagline:
“He escaped New York. Now he’s escaping Hollywood.”


[Act 4 – LA Showdown]

Snake and his team storm the streaming capital. Netflix execs hide behind PR drones. Disney clones flee through the sewers.

Snake walks onto the Universal backlot with the Final Cut script in one hand, a grenade in the other.

Snake:
“Here’s your new franchise, boys.”

Nelly drops the mic into the studio server farm and hits play.


Final Shot:
Snake at the director’s chair, backlit by the burning Hollywood sign. He pulls up JoeJukic.website on a cracked tablet.

Plissken:
“JCJ was right. You want the future? You build it yourself.”

CUT TO BLACK.

Coming soon — only at JoeJukic.website
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Nothing is Impossible if You Try

INT. JOE’S BASEMENT – YEAR 2000 – NIGHT

A humming fluorescent light flickers overhead. The basement is cluttered—books, cassette tapes, a punching bag in the corner, a Bible left open on the table. At the center of it all, an old IBM ThinkPad sits whirring—its screen glowing faintly, running Windows 98 SE with barely enough RAM to load a single MP3.

ON SCREEN:
Now Playing: Legend – Nelly Furtado.mp3
Elapsed Time: 1:43

NELLY (SINGING):
“Will you open the door for me, if you believe in chivalry?”

Joe leans back in his chair, his eyes glassy with memory. A slow exhale escapes him as the lyrics hit like a prayer he used to know by heart.

JOE (softly):
You remember…
You remember the question we used to ask all the time.
When we were just kids, sitting on the curb in winter jackets.
“Where’s the savior?”
“Why doesn’t someone heal the sick?”
And we’d pray.
Like it meant something.
Like we had power in our little hands.

(He minimizes WinAmp and double-clicks on a Netscape shortcut. A basic HTML site loads: [namastewellnesss.site]. It’s hand-coded. Ugly. Honest. Joe scrolls past ancient blog posts: holistic guides, herbal remedies, testimonials from desperate strangers.)

JOE:
I tried, Nelly.
I really did.
You went platinum, I went dot-com.
You sang about opening doors—
I built them.
Digital ones.
For people who couldn’t afford medicine.
For mothers with sick kids and no answers.
For all the prayers we said back then.

(He pauses. The fan on the IBM whines like it’s gasping for breath. Joe taps the screen with his fingertip—gentle, like touching something holy.)

JOE:
“Nothing is impossible if you try.”
That’s what I wrote at the bottom of every page.
You said chivalry was dead.
But I stayed at my post.
Even when the trolls came.
Even when the money didn’t.

(The track ends. The IBM freezes. Joe sighs. It always crashes at the end of “Legend.”)

JOE (to himself):
I opened the door, Nelly.
Even when no one knocked.
And if you ever come back—
If the spotlight dims and the fans disappear—
That door’s still open.
Because I never believed chivalry had to die.

FADE TO BLACK.
A cursor blinks on a screen full of code. The footer reads: “©2000 NamasteWellnesss.site – Healing is possible. Just try.”

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