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ESTABLISHING SHOT – LOS ANGELES
EXT. SKY ABOVE LOS ANGELES – PRE-DAWN
Aerial shot. Black sky just beginning to fade into gray. From
high above, the city of Los Angeles stretches endlessly —
glittering like a circuit board in the void.
A single drone shot begins to descend, drifting slowly
downward over:
* The glowing downtown skyline, distant sirens echoing like a
ritual song.
* High-rise offices, their windows empty and soulless.
The camera drifts lower, cutting through the haze, until the
streets below come into view.
EXT. SKID ROW – CONTINUOUS
Rows of tents, rusting shopping carts, cracked sidewalks
soaked in last night’s rain. Human silhouettes shift in
shadow. Coughs. Murmurs. Dogs barking somewhere unseen.
Trash dances in the wind like plastic angels.
A lone figure kneels in the center of the alley — unmoving.
Cloaked. Surrounded by the wreckage of lives long forgotten.
SMASH TO BLACK.
LOS ANGELES – INDUSTRIAL ALLEYWAY – NIGHT
A lone, flickering streetlamp buzzes above a row of graffiti-
covered dumpsters. The city hums in the background—sirens,
traffic, murmured shouting—but here it’s still. Oppressive.
A man in a tattered white cassock, hood low over his face,
kneels in the filth. He clutches a leather-bound Bible, pages
swollen with water damage and highlighted with wild
scribbles.
Meet PROPHET ENOCH (40s), gaunt but intense, like a street
preacher who’s seen Heaven and Hell both. His lips move in
silent prayer.
From the shadows, a YOUNG MAN (late teens, hoodie, gang
tattoos) approaches, hesitant.
YOUNG MAN
You the one they call... the Street
God?
Enoch doesn't look up.
PROPHET ENOCH
That is what they say. But it’s not
my name.
My name was taken from the Book of Truth.
I am Prophet Enoch, the Voice in the Wasteland.
YOUNG MAN
They say you... help people. Fix
things.
If they’re ready to change.
Enoch slowly rises. His eyes are piercing — pale and haunted,
like he's carrying divine fury inside.
PROPHET ENOCH
You come seeking mercy...
But I smell death on your hands.
The young man stiffens, defensive.
YOUNG MAN
I—I didn’t kill nobody, man. I
just—
PROPHET ENOCH (INTERRUPTING)
You lied to your mother.
You beat your brother.
And you sold poison to children.
The young man takes a step back, shaken.
YOUNG MAN
How the hell do you know that?
Enoch reaches inside his robe and pulls out a small brass
censer. He lights it with a cracked Zippo—incense smoke
twists unnaturally, snaking toward the young man.
PROPHET ENOCH
Your sins stink louder than this
world’s rot.
YOUNG MAN
What... is this?
Enoch raises his hand. For a flash—his shadow expands across
the alley, stretching impossibly wide, like wings unfurling
behind him.
PROPHET ENOCH
Confess.
Or face the fire that cleanses.
Suddenly, the lights flicker, and from the alley wall behind
him, a mural of Christ appears to blink, its painted eyes
weeping blood.
SMASH TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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The Chosen in the Dark
INT. SKID ROW – ABANDONED CHURCH – NIGHT
Rain taps on the broken stained-glass windows of a ruined
church tucked behind a homeless encampment. Inside, candles
flicker in makeshift holders: beer bottles, rusted cans,
bones.
A dozen people sit in rows of stolen folding chairs, some in
rags, some in security guard uniforms, a few with prison
tattoos. They look hollowed out. Hurting.
Up front, PROPHET ENOCH stands at a makeshift pulpit — an old
ATM flipped on its side. Behind him, a cross made of rebar
and copper pipe leans against a crumbling wall.
PROPHET ENOCH
You were cast out.
Labeled junkies. Felons. Ghosts.
But I say — you are the chosen.
He paces, his boots echoing in the silence.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
The city pretends it’s Heaven — but
it’s Babylon.
And Babylon must fall.
You feel it, don’t you?
The shaking. The signs.
The crowd nods, some mutter “amen,” “yes, brother.”
A woman in a hoodie clutches her shaking child.
WOMAN
My son... he’s been seein’ things.
Shadows in mirrors. Voices in his dreams.
Is it... punishment?
Enoch kneels in front of the child, who stares wide-eyed.
PROPHET ENOCH
No.
The boy is sensitive.
He hears what the city tries to bury.
Enoch reaches into a burlap sack. Pulls out a small,
blackened mirror shard. Holds it up to the child.
The glass ripples, ever so slightly.
Gasps from the crowd.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
Your son is not cursed.
He is a seer.
MAN IN THE BACK
What the hell are you, man?
PROPHET ENOCH (SOFTLY, ALMOST SMILING)
A messenger.
A weapon.
A bridge between what is... and what’s coming.
Suddenly—a STRONG WIND howls through the church, though no
doors or windows are open.
The candles flicker violently. One blows out, then another,
then all.
A beat of silence.
Then, from the dark—someone sobs.
INT. LOCAL DINER – NIGHT
Two LAPD detectives sit in a booth. A wall-mounted TV shows a
news story in the background:
“Another incident tied to the mysterious figure some are
calling the Street God... Witnesses claim he healed a man who
was overdosing — or possibly scared him straight...”
DETECTIVE MARTINEZ (40S)
He’s building something. A
movement.
And people are listening.
DETECTIVE NGUYEN (30S)
What’s worse than a gang?
A gang that thinks it’s holy.
They sip their coffee. The camera lingers on the flickering
screen:
SECURITY FOOTAGE — grainy, low-res — of Enoch walking through
a tunnel, his shadow splitting in two behind him.
Genres:
["Drama","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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The Mark of Destiny
INT. THE THRESHOLD – LIMINAL SPACE – UNKNOWN TIME
We open in pure white silence. No walls. No floor. Just
endless, dimensionless light. But it feels cold. Heavy.
ENOCH (mid-30s, clean-shaven, wearing hospital scrubs) stands
barefoot, confused. Disoriented. His breath is visible, like
it's winter inside the void.
His hands tremble. He looks around—no one. Nothing. Just...
light.
A RUMBLING SOUND begins—low, deep, like a mountain groaning.
Then: a single door appears behind him, floating upright,
wooden, cracked down the middle. A doorknob wrapped in
thorns.
He turns to it. His hand reaches—hesitates. Blood already
forming on his palm from the thorns before he even touches
it.
VOICE (O.S.)
If you open it... there’s no
return.
Enoch freezes.
A second version of himself appears behind him—older, hooded,
dressed in the cassock we know as Prophet Enoch. Pale eyes.
Hollowed.
PROPHET ENOCH (OLDER)
You’ll see them for what they are.
You’ll never sleep again.
ENOCH
I didn’t ask for this. I just
wanted peace.
PROPHET ENOCH (OLDER)
Peace is what the blind call death.
You were chosen to see.
Suddenly — MIRRORS BURST FROM THE AIR, surrounding him like a
spiral. In each mirror, a different version of L.A. flickers:
* A church on fire
* A dead child floating in a fountain
* A weeping angel covered in graffiti
* A woman screaming silently in an alley
* The LAPD beating a homeless man
The images spin faster and faster, like a carousel of sin and
sorrow. Enoch falls to his knees, clutching his head.
The sound becomes overwhelming — whispers, cries, Bible
verses in reverse.
Then: silence.
He looks up.
A FIGURE IN LIGHT stands before him. Featureless. Radiant.
Its voice is like a chorus of wind and thunder.
DIVINE FIGURE
This city has made itself God.
You will tear down its altar.
ENOCH (WHISPERS)
Why me?
DIVINE FIGURE
Because you were broken... and did
not die.
DIVINE FIGURE (CONT'D)
You will walk its streets.
You will gather the lost.
You will be hated.
You will be feared.
But in the end... you will be seen.
The figure raises a burning hand — and presses it against
Enoch’s forehead.
He screams — eyes wide, mouth open, but no sound comes out.
His veins go black, spiderwebbing beneath his skin. Symbols
flash in his pupils—crosses, wings, eyes, numbers.
The mirrors shatter, the door explodes into flame—
SMASH TO:
Genres:
["Supernatural","Drama","Mystery"]
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The Burning Prophecy
INT. PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL – NIGHT
Enoch wakes up screaming in bed, strapped to restraints, eyes
bloodshot, soaked in sweat.
A NURSE rushes in, frightened.
NURSE
Get the doctor! He’s back in
episode—!
Enoch’s mouth moves again—but this time it’s perfect Hebrew.
Words the nurse doesn’t understand.
He looks directly into the security camera in the corner.
Smiles faintly.
PROPHET ENOCH (V.O.)
And thus it began.
Not a fall.
A rising.
END FLASHBACK.
EXT. LOS ANGELES – 6TH STREET BRIDGE – DUSK
Prophet Enoch stands on the edge of the bridge, arms
outstretched like a crucifix. Behind him, the skyline glows
orange, apocalyptic and holy.
Below him, traffic honks. Onlookers gather, filming on their
phones. Some scoff. Others watch in silence.
A few street kids stand nearby, listening. One of them —
LUCIA (17, Latina, scarred knuckles, hard eyes) — steps
forward.
LUCIA
You really think the world’s gonna
burn?
PROPHET ENOCH
It already is.
We’re just too numb to feel the fire.
Lucia studies him. Not quite a believer — but hungry for
meaning.
LUCIA
If I follow you...
what do I have to give?
Enoch turns to her. Smiles softly.
PROPHET ENOCH
Only your rage.
I’ll give it purpose.
INT. DOWNTOWN LOFT – NIGHT
A flickering neon cross leans against the wall. Inside, a
ragtag group gathers around a table covered in Bibles, maps
of L.A., and surveillance photos.
The room is lit by candlelight and a buzzing TV showing
static. Among those present:
* LUCIA, now wearing a red cloth around her wrist — a sign of
allegiance
* MALIK (30s, ex-con, gentle giant), reading scripture aloud
* SISTER GRACE (50S, FORMER NUN, EYES SHARP WITH FURY)
Enoch sits at the head, carving something into wood with a
nail.
SISTER GRACE
The prophecy's spreading.
People are asking where to find you.
We need to move soon.
PROPHET ENOCH
Let Babylon come looking.
We’ll answer with miracles.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Thriller"]
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Divided Responses: The Threat of Prophet Enoch
INT. INTERFAITH COUNCIL – MEETING ROOM – NIGHT
Across town, in a sterile church basement, religious leaders
of various denominations sit in an emergency meeting.
RABBI GOLDSTEIN
He’s twisting scripture. Luring
vulnerable people into a delusion.
REVEREND THOMAS
He’s not a prophet. He’s a cult leader with a martyr complex.
CATHOLIC PRIEST
The news says he’s casting out
demons on Skid Row.
Do we even know what’s real anymore?
REVEREND THOMAS
I know this: if we don’t speak out, people will die.
INT. LAPD COMMAND CENTER – NIGHT
A joint task force meeting is underway. Walls covered in
photos, video stills, timelines.
DETECTIVE MARTINEZ stands at the center, pointer in hand.
DETECTIVE MARTINEZ
He calls himself Prophet Enoch.
Real name: Elijah Greyson. Former seminary student.
Psych hold four years ago after a dissociative breakdown.
Vanished from the system. Now he's back — and not alone.
Slides flip — Lucia, Malik, Sister Grace.
Arsons. Missing persons. Reports of “visions” and
“exorcisms.”
CAPTAIN ROWE
We wait too long, this turns Waco.
DETECTIVE NGUYEN
What if it already has?
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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Ritual of Transformation
INT. ABANDONED SUBWAY PLATFORM – NIGHT
Torchlight illuminates the walls — now painted with Enoch’s
symbol: an open eye inside a cross.
His followers chant in whispers. Enoch steps forward,
barefoot, arms bandaged from ritual scars.
He raises a bucket of black water and walks to Lucia.
PROPHET ENOCH
Are you ready to die... so you can
live?
LUCIA (SOFTLY)
Yes, Father.
He submerges her face.
The water bubbles. Her body seizes — and then calms.
He pulls her out. Her eyes are different now. Unblinking.
Awake.
The crowd erupts in whispers of praise.
FADE OUT.
MONTAGE: THE PROPHET WALKS THE CITY
EXT. SKID ROW – NIGHT
Tents flap like torn sails in the evening wind. Smoke from
burning trash barrels curls into the air like incense.
Prophet Enoch kneels beside a trembling addict, whispering
into his ear. The man sobs, collapses into Enoch’s arms.
Around them, a circle of homeless men and women chant in low
tones.
A woman with schizophrenia watches from a distance — then
begins to hum a hymn she hasn’t sung in years.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
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Awakening Through Enoch
EXT. MACARTHUR PARK – DUSK
Sunlight filters through smog, staining the lake a sickly
orange. A group of teens sit on the amphitheater steps,
vaping and freestyling.
Enoch walks barefoot across the grass. Pigeons scatter. The
air grows still.
He sits beside them without a word. They go quiet. One of
them — a girl with a busted lip — looks at him.
PROPHET ENOCH
You don’t have to be hard to
survive.
You just have to be seen.
They stare, unsure whether to laugh or listen.
He smiles. A breeze stirs, the lake ripples. A dying swan
lifts its head.
EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL – SUNDAY AFTERNOON
Palm trees line a cracked sidewalk where kids play with beat-
up footballs and busted bikes.
A sidewalk revival is underway: folding chairs, a beat-up PA
system, and a banner reading: RISE FROM THE RUINS.
Enoch speaks from the back of a pickup truck.
PROPHET ENOCH
They built prisons where they
should’ve built temples.
But we are the bricks now. We are the fire.
A woman faints in the crowd. Others drop to their knees,
hands lifted skyward.
EXT. VENICE BEACH BOARDWALK – SUNSET
Tourists record a barefoot prophet walking past shirtless
skaters and souvenir shops.
Enoch pauses beside a street magician, performing for tips.
PROPHET ENOCH
Illusion is cheap.
Faith... is terrifying.
He gestures to a blind painter who sits quietly nearby. Enoch
kneels and touches the painter’s face. The man gasps.
BLIND PAINTER
...Is it sunrise?
Enoch stands and disappears into the crowd.
The painter begins to paint without hesitation, his strokes
more vivid than ever before.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Supernatural"]
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Awakening on Hollywood Boulevard
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD – NIGHT
Tourists surround the Hollywood Walk of Fame, snapping photos
of Spider-Man impersonators and faded dreams.
Enoch walks past them all. Stops before the star of a
disgraced celebrity now erased from public favor.
He crouches, whispers into the concrete:
PROPHET ENOCH
They worship false gods...
and then stone them when they bleed.
Behind him, a group of struggling actors exchange glances.
One follows him.
Then another.
And another.
EXT. PACOIMA – STRIP MALL PARKING LOT – NIGHT
A group of ex-gang members, their tattoos faded but visible,
form a half-circle.
Enoch stands in the center, a bucket of ash at his feet.
He dips his fingers, marking their foreheads with a burning
cross.
PROPHET ENOCH
You once claimed these streets for
yourselves.
Now you claim them for something eternal.
A low rumble in the distance — a muscle car revving. No one
turns to look.
They stay, locked in the moment.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Thriller"]
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The Rising Influence of Enoch
EXT. GRIFFITH PARK – NIGHT
Enoch walks alone beneath the stars. The city glitters below
— like a constellation fallen to Earth.
He speaks, not to anyone — but to the night.
PROPHET ENOCH
I’m almost ready.
Are you?
Behind him, figures begin to emerge from the trees. Dozens.
Then hundreds. Each of them carrying a single lit candle.
EXT. AERIAL SHOT – LOS ANGELES – NIGHT
From above, the city looks alive — but beneath the surface,
pockets of flickering light grow brighter. Small circles
forming everywhere.
Prophet Enoch’s reach is spreading.
He’s no longer a fringe preacher.
He’s becoming a movement.
END MONTAGE.
SCENE: DISINFORMATION WARFARE
INT. NBC LOS ANGELES STUDIO – LIVE BROADCAST – NIGHT
Bright studio lights. Blue backdrops. A serious news anchor,
NINA VALENCIA (40s), polished but tense, stares into the
camera.
Behind her: an image of Prophet Enoch, hooded, walking
through downtown with a halo of blurred light behind him. The
chyron reads:
“STREET GOD: MESSIAH OR MENACE?”
NINA VALENCIA
Tonight, we bring you new footage
from inside one of Prophet Enoch’s
so-called revival events.
While his followers call them miracles, officials are calling
them dangerous public disturbances.
Cut to grainy, shaky cell phone footage: a crowd in South
Central surrounding a woman speaking in tongues, collapsing
to the ground. The screen glitches just as Enoch reaches for
her.
NINA VALENCIA (V.O.)
Psychologists warn of a growing
psychogenic contagion — religious
mass hysteria — spreading across
vulnerable communities.
Back to the studio.
NINA VALENCIA
Sources tell us the LAPD has formed
a specialized unit to monitor and
potentially detain the man known
only as Prophet Enoch.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Spiritual"]
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Miracle in the Shadows
INT. LAPD TASK FORCE ROOM – NIGHT
Detective Martinez clicks through dozens of screens: drone
footage, protest maps, online sermons.
CAPTAIN ROWE stands behind him, arms crossed.
CAPTAIN ROWE
He’s in every corner of this damn
city.
But you notice something? No one gets close.
We send in eyes, they vanish. Phones glitch.
What the hell is he?
DETECTIVE NGUYEN
More like what is following him.
Martinez clicks on a still frame: an overhead drone shot of a
crowd in Echo Park.
Just above the crowd — a blurry, wing-like shape hangs in the
air. Not a bird. Too big. Too still.
The room falls silent.
?? SCENE: SUPERNATURAL INCIDENT
INT. WAREHOUSE SHELTER – BOYLE HEIGHTS – NIGHT
Cracked windows. Rotting beams. Inside, a makeshift hospital
ward has been set up by Enoch’s followers — cots, lanterns,
bandages, whispered prayers.
On one cot lies a young boy, motionless. Bruised, not
breathing. His mother sobs at his side. The room is deathly
still.
Prophet Enoch steps forward. The moment swells with tension.
PROPHET ENOCH
This city eats its children.
But not this one.
He lays both hands on the boy’s chest.
CLOSE ON: Enoch’s eyes — dark, dilated, cross-shaped
reflections dancing across his pupils.
A beat.
Then — the lights flicker.
The lanterns grow brighter, unnaturally so.
Wind fills the room, though the windows are sealed.
The boy suddenly inhales sharply, like being pulled from deep
underwater.
Gasps erupt from the room. The mother screams. The boy sits
up, blinking.
FOLLOWER (WHISPERING)
Is he... is he alive?
SISTER GRACE
He was never dead.
He was asleep. Until the Father called him.
Enoch stands, silent. He looks shaken — almost like he didn’t
expect it to work.
Genres:
["Supernatural","Thriller","Drama"]
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Unraveling the Narrative
INT. NEWSROOM – LATER
Nina Valencia watches the same footage — but in this version,
the moment glitches. The revival scene pixelates. Audio cuts.
CAMERA TECH
Every file corrupted. Even the
backups.
She looks up slowly.
NINA VALENCIA
He's not just controlling people.
He's controlling the narrative.
EXT. SKY ABOVE DOWNTOWN – NIGHT
Aerial drone shot of the city.
Suddenly, the screen flickers.
In one frame — just one — we see it.
A winged figure, dark and motionless, hovering over Los
Angeles.
Gone in a blink.
FADE TO BLACK.
ONSCREEN TEXT:
“Even the angels fear to walk here.”
INT. FBI BRIEFING ROOM – NIGHT
Fluorescent lights hum overhead. A task force surrounds a
whiteboard covered in images of Prophet Enoch, maps,
newspaper headlines, and cryptic symbols.
AGENT MARA ELLISON (sharp, skeptical, emotionally restrained)
stands before the board, arms crossed.
MARA
He’s not a prophet. He’s a
narcissistic schizophrenic with a
savior complex.
But he’s organized. Charismatic. And gaining traction across
multiple socio-economic groups.
He doesn’t need bombs. His weapon is belief.
She clicks to a slide: Followers in uniforms. Pilgrims
arriving by the busload. Tattoos of Enoch’s symbol.
MARA (CONT'D)
I’ll go in.
Profile him from the inside.
The room falls silent. Then, Director Howard nods.
DIRECTOR HOWARD
You sure you’re ready for this?
MARA
That’s why you called me.
?? SCENE: MARA GOES UNDERCOVER
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["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
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A Gathering of Shadows
EXT. SANTEE ALLEY – FASHION DISTRICT – DAY
A sensory overload of bootleg purses, incense, shouting
vendors, and knockoff saints. Mara walks through the crowd in
worn clothes, no badge, her demeanor softened. She carries a
duffel bag. She looks tired. Real.
She finds a coded flyer pinned to a pole:
“? THE CITY IS SICK — COME TO WHERE THE EYE OPENS. ?”
Coordinates scribbled on the back.
She tears it down.
INT. ABANDONED AQUARIUM – NIGHT
She enters a forgotten aquarium in Long Beach — once
beautiful, now overtaken by mold, shattered glass, and
silence.
Inside: a vigil. Candles flicker beside drained tanks, now
filled with scriptures and bones.
Lucia spots her.
LUCIA
New face.
You come to mock, or to kneel?
MARA (UNDERCOVER)
I don’t know what I came for.
Lucia studies her. Hands her a robe.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Spiritual"]
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Revelations and Connections
INT. SUBTERRANEAN CHAMBER – LATER THAT NIGHT
Mara sits with dozens of followers in candlelit silence. They
hum, chant, weep.
Then — he enters.
PROPHET ENOCH.
He walks past them like he knows every soul. He pauses when
he gets to Mara. Looks at her, curious. Almost amused.
PROPHET ENOCH
You’re hiding your name, Mara.
Her blood chills.
MARA
...I didn’t say my name.
PROPHET ENOCH
You didn’t have to.
He moves on.
She exhales sharply, rattled.
Cut to:
INT. FBI OFFICE – LATE NIGHT
Dim lighting. Paperwork, coffee cups, and static on paused
surveillance monitors.
Mara’s phone buzzes. UNKNOWN CALLER.
She hesitates.
Answers.
MARA
Ellison.
VOICE (O.S.)
That’s still how you answer the
phone? No ‘hello,’ no warmth?
Mara freezes. A slow smile creeps in.
MARA
Michael?
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
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Late Night Concerns
INTERCUT – INT. RURAL STUDY, MAINE – NIGHT
MICHAEL STRATTON (60s) sits in a quiet home office.
Books on cult psychology, criminal profiling, and photos from
Jonestown line the shelves.
He wears reading glasses, loose sleeves rolled up.
MICHAEL
Hey, kid.
MARA (SITTING UP)
You still call me that?
MICHAEL
You still act like one.
Especially jumping on the Enoch case without backup.
MARA
You’re watching me?
MICHAEL
Always. Especially when they send
my best student into a blender full
of religion, grief, and a man who
can speak in riddles without
blinking.
She bites back a grin.
MARA
You’re still better at this than I
am.
MICHAEL
I’m slower. Not better.
A silence. Soft but intimate.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
You okay?
MARA (AFTER A BEAT)
He’s... not what I expected.
MICHAEL
They never are.
Jones was charming.
Koresh had a record collection.
They don’t come with horns, Mara. They come with truths no
one else had the guts to say out loud.
MARA
So you think he’s a cult leader?
MICHAEL
I think you’re in too deep.
MARA
I’m fine.
MICHAEL
That’s not the word I’d use. You
sound... softer.
She swallows. Almost embarrassed.
MARA
It’s good to hear your voice.
MICHAEL
Be careful.
You’re sharp, but the ones who believe they’re immune to
belief?
They fall the hardest.
He starts to hang up—
MARA
Wait.
A beat.
MARA (CONT'D)
Will you... call again?
MICHAEL (SOFTLY)
I was hoping you’d ask.
He hangs up.
She holds the phone for a moment longer, the faintest blush
in her cheeks.
?? SCENE: THE BEGINNING OF DOUBT
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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Whispers of the Past
INT. MAKESHIFT SHRINE – MIDNIGHT
Mara sits alone, staring at her hands.
She recorded audio on a small concealed mic during her time
with Enoch.
She plays it back.
But what comes through... isn’t what she remembers.
The voice on tape is herself, but whispering in Latin — a
language she hasn’t spoken in 20 years.
Then static.
Then a male voice that isn’t Enoch’s:
“You are not here to watch.
You are here to remember.”
She looks up slowly. A shadow crosses the candlelight.
INT. UNDERGROUND SANCTUARY – NIGHT
A dimly lit abandoned subway station, transformed into a
sacred gathering space. Candles line the walls. The concrete
echoes like a cathedral.
MARA kneels among the followers, quiet but observant. Her
eyes scan every corner — noting exits, followers’ behaviors,
makeshift weapons hidden in plain sight.
Enoch steps onto the raised platform. His robe flows like
smoke behind him. He doesn’t look at her — yet.
PROPHET ENOCH
There is one among us tonight… who
wears another skin.
A mask made of grief and reason.
Mara tenses. But doesn’t move.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
She believes she is watching us.
But I wonder… if she’s ready to be seen.
LUCIA glances toward Mara, suspicious. Mara maintains her
stillness.
INT. INNER CHAMBER – LATER THAT NIGHT
A long stone corridor. At the end, a door opens into a
candlelit room with a single wooden chair in the center.
Mara is led in. Enoch waits inside.
He gestures to the chair.
PROPHET ENOCH
You’re trained to listen, yes?
To watch facial tics, micro-expressions…
You learned to break men in ten questions or less.
MARA
You’ve read my file.
PROPHET ENOCH
I’ve read your soul.
A beat.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
You stopped praying after the fire.
MARA (CAREFULLY)
I never told anyone about the fire.
PROPHET ENOCH
Exactly.
Mara’s calm face betrays the tiniest flicker of fear.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
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Echoes of Manipulation
INT. CHEAP MOTEL ROOM – MIDNIGHT
Mara types notes on a burner laptop.
Subject exhibits classic cult leader traits:
* God complex
* Mirroring
* Fear exploitation
* Possible hyper-observant savant syndrome
However...
Mentions details outside of known public record.
She pauses.
Clicks open an encrypted audio file — her own covert
recording of their conversation.
But when Enoch's voice comes through, it’s distorted. Wrong.
It echoes, laced with whispers in a language that makes her
skin crawl.
Then, faintly — another voice layered underneath:
“Do you remember why you came here, Mara? Or are you already
beginning to forget?”
She slams the laptop shut, breathing hard.
INT. STAIRWELL – NEXT DAY
Mara meets Lucia on the steps, intentionally bumping into
her.
MARA (WHISPERS)
Why him? Why follow this man?
LUCIA
Because he saw me when no one else
did.
And when he spoke… I felt it inside my bones.
MARA
That’s how cults work.
LUCIA (COLDLY)
No. That’s how God works when He
finally speaks up.
Lucia walks off.
INT. ENOCH’S PRIVATE ROOM – NIGHT
Walls lined with handwritten scripture in multiple languages
— some unknown.
Enoch sits alone. Eyes closed. Silent.
He opens a small book. Inside — a photograph.
A photo of Mara, much younger, with her husband. Burned at
the edges. Smoke-stained.
He closes the book, smiles faintly.
PROPHET ENOCH (SOFTLY)
She's still running.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
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The Revival in Static
INT. OLD HIGHLAND PARK THEATER – NIGHT
An abandoned 1930s movie palace, reclaimed by Prophet Enoch’s
followers. Ripped velvet seats, decayed murals of angels,
ceiling cracked open to the night sky.
Mara enters under the guise of joining a healing service. She
keeps her body cam rolling under her coat.
A CHILD is carried in, limp. Eyes rolled back. His skin
looks... wrong. Gray. No pulse.
The mother wails, screaming for mercy.
Prophet Enoch kneels beside the child, murmuring something
ancient. The followers begin to chant, low and steady.
Suddenly — all the EXIT signs go out. The moonlight turns a
deep shade of blue. The room vibrates with a frequency Mara
can feel in her teeth.
The child begins to levitate.
Gasps ripple through the theater. Even Mara stares, frozen.
Then: a blinding flash — and the child sits upright in the
air, eyes wide, breathing.
He falls back into Enoch’s arms, alive.
MARA’S CAMERA — when reviewed later — shows only static and
blank space during the event. No visuals. No sound.
Just a low, untraceable hum.
?? PART 2: HER PAST
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Supernatural"]
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Echoes of Faith and Doubt
INT. FLASHBACK – CHURCH IN MOSUL, IRAQ – YEARS AGO – DAY
A sun-soaked courtyard. Peaceful. Children play nearby. Mara,
then Agent Ellison, stands with her husband Caleb, a
humanitarian aid worker.
They speak quietly under a fig tree, arms around each other.
CALEB
You know what I believe?
God doesn’t scream through signs. He whispers.
And you’ve always been too smart to listen.
MARA (SMILING)
That sounds like a rebuke wrapped
in a compliment.
CALEB
That’s marriage.
Suddenly — an explosion.
The church blows out from the inside. Smoke, screaming, fire.
Mara runs, eyes burning.
She finds Caleb’s cross necklace in the rubble — still warm.
INT. BACK TO PRESENT – MOTEL BATHROOM – NIGHT
Mara stands before the mirror, holding the same blackened
necklace.
She looks at herself like a stranger.
MARA (TO HER REFLECTION)
He died for faith.
I live without it.
She drops the necklace in the sink.
Then pauses.
The mirror — ripples.
Her reflection does not move in sync.
INT. ENOCH’S QUARTERS – SIMULTANEOUS
Enoch kneels, eyes closed.
PROPHET ENOCH
She’s remembering.
INT. FBI SURVEILLANCE VAN – LATER
Mara sits alone. Rewinding the body cam footage again and
again. Still no evidence. Still just static and hum.
She exhales shakily.
For the first time, she’s not sure what she saw was real —
but she’s also not sure it wasn’t.
Her hand drifts to the cross necklace, now back around her
neck.
She stares at her reflection in the dark window.
MARA (V.O.)
He said God whispers.
But what if He’s finally screaming?
INT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Mara sits across from Director Howard and two federal
analysts. Maps of L.A., psychological profiles, and occult
symbols cover the table.
MARA
I’ve been inside his sanctuaries.
I’ve watched the rituals.
And I’ve seen him do things that… I can’t explain.
DIRECTOR HOWARD
Then don’t explain. Prove.
MARA
I’m going back in. I’ll plant the
camera, the tracker, everything.
We leak the footage, show the public what’s really going on —
the manipulation, the madness.
FBI ANALYST
If he’s just a man, this ends it.
If he’s more… we’ll need the whole alphabet.
Mara nods. But there’s something in her eyes — doubt. A
flicker of fear.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
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Shadows of Doubt
INT. SUBWAY TUNNELS – NIGHT
Mara walks the tunnels alone, disguised, clutching a satchel
filled with hidden tech.
Every step deeper into Enoch’s domain feels heavier. The air
changes. Colder. Thick with incense and something else —
expectation.
She places a microcamera behind a pipe. A GPS tracker under
the altar stone.
She plants the last piece — a parabolic audio bug near
Enoch’s private quarters.
As she turns—
ENOCH IS BEHIND HER.
?? PART 2: THE CONFRONTATION
INT. ENOCH’S QUARTERS – MOMENTS LATER
Candlelight flickers over scrolls, burnt Bibles, and maps of
L.A. marked with blood-red circles.
Mara stands, calm on the outside. A storm underneath.
PROPHET ENOCH
You came here with a question.
Not from the Bureau. From your soul.
MARA
You’re not divine. You’re a
narcissist with messiah delusions.
You manipulate trauma. Exploit the broken.
PROPHET ENOCH
Is that why you came? To be
exploited?
She flinches.
MARA
You don’t know me.
PROPHET ENOCH (GENTLY)
I know you held your husband’s
bones.
I know you still dream of ash.
And I know you wore a crucifix at six years old because you
thought if you believed hard enough, your mother would come
back.
Mara’s composure wavers. Just for a second.
MARA
You read my file.
PROPHET ENOCH
I read your silence.
A tense pause.
MARA
Why me?
PROPHET ENOCH
Because you’re the only one who
still doubts.
Everyone else gave in — to faith or fear.
But you… you’re fighting.
He steps closer.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
That makes you holy.
And dangerous.
MARA
I’m not here to convert. I’m here
to stop you.
PROPHET ENOCH
Then what are you waiting for?
He opens his arms — an invitation.
She stares. Her hand drifts toward her jacket — toward her
weapon.
Then —
A candle blows out by itself.
The room grows colder.
Something unseen moves behind her.
She turns — nothing.
Back to Enoch. He hasn’t moved.
PROPHET ENOCH (SOFTLY) (CONT'D)
You’re not afraid of me.
You’re afraid you were wrong.
About everything.
She backs away. Leaves the room.
INT. SAFEHOUSE – LATER
Mara dumps the recordings onto the hard drive. Watches the
video from the camera she planted.
Static.
Flicker.
And then — the confrontation footage.
Except she’s not in it.
It’s just Enoch. Speaking directly into the lens.
PROPHET ENOCH (ON VIDEO)
You can’t expose what doesn’t hide.
And you can’t kill what’s already dead.
The footage cuts out.
INT. MARA’S MOTEL ROOM – THAT NIGHT
She clutches Caleb’s necklace in her palm. Staring at it like
it might answer.
Then she turns on the light.
On her motel mirror, in black ash:
"He whispered once. Now He’s screaming."
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama","Mystery"]
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A Call to Warriorhood
EXT. EAST L.A. – ABANDONED LOT BY THE TRAIN TRACKS – LATE
AFTERNOON
A basketball hoop with no net, a burned-out food truck, a few
tagged-up shipping containers.
Three CHOLITOS — PEPE, GORDO, and LIL G — hang out, passing a
joint and drinking Jarritos out of glass bottles. Gold
chains. Tattooed necks. Worn-out Nikes. They're talking shit
and laughing.
Enter PROPHET ENOCH, walking slowly down the tracks in
silence. Robe dragging. Eyes locked on them like they’re a
sermon waiting to happen.
PEPE
Ay, yo! Look at this fool, G. He
came straight outta a Bible and a
homeless shelter.
LIL G
You lost, padre? This ain’t
Nazareth — this is Nastyrath.
The cholos laugh.
Enoch stops. Looks at them. Doesn’t blink.
PROPHET ENOCH
You’ve baptized yourselves in
sarcasm…
but your hearts are tired.
GORDO
Ay, I’m tired ‘cause I work
graveyard at the taco plant, ese.
And also ‘cause I got high before breakfast.
PEPE
Listen, padre. We don’t wanna slang
or boost Nikes.
But we gotta eat. We got rent. Baby mamas. Gas prices.
Even sin got a markup now.
LIL G
Yeah, I stole some baby formula and
they called me a cartel affiliate.
Like bro—I’m just broke with morals.
PROPHET ENOCH (DEAD SERIOUS)
Even the thieves of old knew who
they were stealing from.
They all go quiet for a second.
GORDO (NODS SLOWLY)
Damn… that kinda hit.
PEPE
Yo, that’s some fortune cookie
stuff right there.
LIL G (TO ENOCH)
Aight, since you’re holy and
whatnot — you gonna bless us with a
job or nah?
Enoch kneels in the dust. Draws a symbol in the dirt with his
finger — an open eye inside a flame.
PROPHET ENOCH
You’ve been surviving on scraps.
But the table’s about to flip.
When it does… I’ll need soldiers who can laugh and fight.
GORDO (LOWERS SUNGLASSES)
Hold up. You recruiting?
PEPE
Like… spiritual soldiers?
LIL G
Yo, I don’t do no Jehovah’s Witness
stuff though. They be mad pushy.
PROPHET ENOCH (RISING, SOLEMN)
Not witnesses.
Warriors.
He walks away, silent.
The cholos watch him go.
GORDO
...If this fool got dental, I’m
down.
PEPE
You think he got vision insurance
too?
LIL G (SERIOUS)
I dunno, man. I kinda liked him.
Dude walked in like Moses but talked like a Yelp review for
my soul.
They all nod.
PEPE
Real talk, I feel like I just got
holy-jumped.
GORDO
Yo, pass me the joint. I gotta
process this spiritual job
interview.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Urban"]
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Spiritual Shenanigans in the Alley
EXT. EAST L.A. ALLEY – NIGHT
GORDO, PEPE, and LIL G now wear mismatched handmade robes
over their regular clothes. Their neck tattoos still peek
out. They’re setting up plastic folding chairs and candles
inside old soda bottles.
A cardboard sign reads:
“Prophet’s Word – 7PM. BYO-Faith”
LIL G
Yo, you think Enoch's gonna show
tonight?
GORDO
I dunno, ese. Last time he dipped
mid-sermon and said the air smelled
like betrayal.
PEPE
That was you farting during prayer.
LIL G
Ay, I had ceviche, man. Spirit was
movin' in my gut.
They high-five. A few locals arrive — a tired single mom, a
kid on a scooter, a man with a busted nose and a Bible.
The cholos take their places like untrained ushers in a
divine comedy.
PEPE (TO NEW ARRIVAL)
You late, but it’s cool. Jesus was
never on time either.
You want healing, deliverance, or just chillin' in the vibe?
?? SCENE 2: FINAL CONFRONTATION – “THE STREET GUARDIANS”
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Mystery"]
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Faith in the Chaos
INT. UNION STATION UNDERGROUND – ACT 3 – THE FBI RAID
Smoke. Sirens. Tactical gear. Screams. Chaos.
MARA storms down the tunnel, gun drawn, searching for Enoch.
Suddenly, around a corner—GORDO, PEPE, and LIL G step into
her path.
They're wearing riot vests over their robes, armed with non-
lethal weapons — stun batons, makeshift shields, tear gas
masks with crosses painted on them.
MARA
Get out of the way. This is a
federal operation.
GORDO
Nah, this is a faith operation now.
PEPE
We used to sling rocks. Now we roll
with the Rock of Ages.
LIL G
(holding a walkie-talkie)
Yo, Prophet said don’t hurt nobody
— just stall the demons.
MARA
You think I’m a demon?
LIL G
You got that haunted look, mija.
Like you seen the truth and didn’t
like it.
PEPE
You came for him? Maybe he came for
you.
MARA (AIMS WEAPON)
I don’t have time for parables.
GORDO (CALMLY)
You better make time. 'Cause the
end is never punctual.
Behind them, flames flicker. Chanting begins.
Mara lowers her weapon—just slightly.
MARA
Get out of my way.
LIL G
After you confess. Or at least
admit we’re handsome.
Mara pushes past them, rattled. They fall in behind, forming
a loyal rear guard, goofy but determined.
LATER IN THE
EPILOGUE:
EXT. GRAFFITI WALL – EAST L.A. – DUSK
The cholos repaint a mural of Enoch with a golden aura,
adding halos, roses, and a quote:
“Even the broken can build something holy.”
GORDO
Man, I still got warrants, but I
feel mad forgiven lately.
LIL G
I miss the Prophet, fool.
PEPE
He ain’t gone.
He just went viral in our souls.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Thriller"]
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Resilience in the Desert Night
EXT. DESERT MOTEL – NIGHT (FLASHBACK – 1990S)
A young boy, no older than 6 or 7, sits alone on the hood of
a rusted-out car.
He’s barefoot. Wearing an oversized t-shirt.
There are bruises on his arms — but his expression is serene.
Still. Watching.
Crickets. Distant traffic. The motel sign flickers:
“No Vacancy. No God.”
His MOTHER stumbles out of a room, drunk, mascara streaked.
MOTHER
Get off that damn car. You think
the stars care about you?
The boy doesn’t move.
MOTHER (CONT'D)
You ain’t special. You ain’t magic.
God forgot about all of us, baby.
She throws a bottle into the dark. It shatters near his feet.
He looks down at the broken glass.
Then—
He steps off the hood… directly onto the shards.
But doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t bleed.
His mother stares.
She takes a step back.
MOTHER (SOFTLY) (CONT'D)
...What the hell are you?
The boy turns toward her.
His eyes reflect the motel’s flickering neon — and something
brighter.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
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Whispers of Fate
INT. SOCIAL SERVICES OFFICE – LATER
CASEWORKER (V.O.)
No birth certificate. No known
relatives.
Kid doesn’t talk. Doesn’t cry. Barely blinks.
The boy sits silently at a metal table, drawing symbols on a
napkin with a crayon.
They resemble the same iconography seen later in the cult:
the eye, the flame, the inverted cross with wings.
Another child runs by and falls hard, scraping her knees.
The boy looks up.
Walks over.
Places his hand over the wound.
The girl gasps — the bleeding slows.
A caseworker sees it.
CASEWORKER (O.S.)
Jesus.
BOY (QUIETLY)
Not quite.
EXT. DESERT – DUSK (LATER)
The boy walks alone into the open sand.
He looks up at the sky.
The clouds above swirl — forming a spiral.
A voice (possibly imagined, possibly divine) whispers:
“You will not be loved. But you will be followed.”
He closes his eyes.
Fade to white.
INT. FBI COMMAND CENTER – PRE-DAWN
Tactical monitors glow like firelight in a dark room. A map
of Enoch’s stronghold — the abandoned Union Station expansion
tunnels — is displayed on a massive screen.
MARA, armored and focused, briefs a team of federal agents,
SWAT, and local law enforcement.
MARA
He has no weapons, but his
followers are zealots.
Some of them will die for him. Some will kill for him.
Use non-lethal force where possible.
We’re not here to martyr a myth.
We’re here to shatter it.
She straps on her comm.
MARA (V.O.)
The only way to end a religion is
to make its god bleed.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Drama"]
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Clash of Beliefs
EXT. UNION STATION – FIRST LIGHT
Black SUVs, armored vans, and a helicopter circle the
location. Officers pour into the underground tunnels.
The media arrives, drawn by anonymous tips.
The public watches.
This is a televised exorcism of a man declared prophet,
messiah, madman.
INT. UNDERGROUND TEMPLE – CONTINUOUS
Enoch stands beneath a crumbling archway, surrounded by his
closest followers — Lucia, Malik, Sister Grace.
Candlelight flickers. Chanting begins.
LUCIA
They’re coming.
Enoch smiles faintly.
PROPHET ENOCH
Let them.
INT. TUNNELS – ADVANCING – MOMENTS LATER
Agents move in tactical formation. Gas masks. Stun guns. Riot
shields.
Mara leads them through the tunnel, eyes razor-sharp.
They breach the final chamber — smoke, candles, and silence.
Enoch is standing alone, arms raised, robes flowing in the
unseen wind.
MARA
Hands where I can see them!
He turns, slowly.
PROPHET ENOCH
You’ve come to kill a lie.
He smiles.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
Are you sure… you're not the lie?
Mara hesitates. Then—
BANG!
Flashbangs explode. Screams. Chaos.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
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Confrontation in the Ashes
INT. CHAOS — SLOW MOTION
Followers scramble. Smoke thickens.
Mara charges forward, finds Enoch kneeling, smiling at her.
She raises her weapon — but in that moment:
* The air distorts like heat rising off pavement.
* Her vision flickers.
* Caleb’s voice whispers in her ear.
“He’s not who you think he is, Mara.”
She lowers the weapon. Blinks.
She’s standing in her childhood church. Sunlight. Her mother
smiling. Caleb waiting at the altar.
MARA
No… this isn’t real.
She blinks again—
She’s in the underground again. Enoch inches from her face.
PROPHET ENOCH
You came to end me.
But it’s you who’s unraveling.
She stumbles back.
INT. ABOVE GROUND – LIVE NEWS BROADCAST – CONTINUOUS
Helicopters show the scene: agents dragging followers out.
Protestors clash with police. Sirens wail.
Then:
Mara emerges, alone. Covered in ash. Wide-eyed.
Reporters swarm.
REPORTER
Agent Ellison — is he dead? Was he
captured?
She opens her mouth.
But instead of speaking — she laughs.
A single, sharp, hollow laugh.
Then silence.
INT. FBI HOLDING ROOM – LATER THAT NIGHT
Mara sits alone in an interrogation room, eyes blank.
A tape recorder plays back the mission audio.
It’s just her voice. Whispers. Prayers. Some in Latin. Some
in a language no one recognizes.
The door opens. A silhouette enters. Possibly Enoch?
We can’t tell.
SILHOUETTE
You came to bury a god.
But you only fed Him.
Mara slowly lifts her head.
She smiles.
FADE TO BLACK
TEXT ON SCREEN:
Faith is the fire that purifies... or consumes.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama","Mystery"]
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From Standoff to Celebration
EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL LOS ANGELES – DEAD END STREET – DAY
It’s tense. Two groups of gang members face off, weapons
drawn, bandanas red and blue. They shout over each other.
CARS BLOCK BOTH ENDS. Neighbors peek through blinds. A kid's
basketball rolls across the street — everyone freezes,
waiting for the first shot.
Then—
A SANDAL slaps the ground.
PROPHET ENOCH walks slowly into the middle of the street.
He’s in flowing robes, one hand holding a Bible, the other
carrying a grocery bag with plantains and Top Ramen.
Everyone turns.
CRIP #1
Ayo... is that the Street God?
BLOOD #2
Man, what’s this biblical Obi-Wan
Kenobi ass dude doin’ here?
PROPHET ENOCH
Greetings, lost lions of Judah and
Judah-adjacent sets.
CRIP #3 (WHISPERS)
This fool got a mixtape or a
gospel?
BLOOD #1
Yo! We in the middle of something
serious right now, preacher man.
You tryna get shot on purpose?
PROPHET ENOCH
If I had a dollar for every time
someone asked me that…
I’d still be broke.
But spiritually rich.
He drops his grocery bag. A pack of Top Ramen spills out.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
I come bearing sacred noodles. The
manna of broke prophets.
CRIP #2
Yo, is this fool high?
BLOOD #3
Nah, bro. That’s the Street God. My
cousin said he levitated a burrito
at Mariachi Plaza.
CRIP #1
I heard he made a gang truce with
just eye contact and a churro.
PROPHET ENOCH (TO BOTH SIDES)
You wear red. You wear blue.
Together, you make… a very confusing purple.
CRIP #4
Ayo... is he tryna start a fashion
line?
BLOOD #1
Don't tempt me, bro. I'd rock that
“Holy Violence” hoodie. Real quick.
PROPHET ENOCH
I’m just saying… if Moses could
part the Red Sea,
maybe y’all can chill before you part each other’s skulls.
Awkward silence.
Then—
CRIP #3
...Did this dude just compare our
turf beef to a Disney prince
miracle?
BLOOD #2
This man out here lookin’ like he
'bout to baptize us in barbecue
sauce.
PROPHET ENOCH (GRINNING)
Only if it’s honey mustard. The
Lord’s favorite.
The two gangs laugh— hesitant at first, then real. Guns lower
slightly.
BLOOD #1
Aight, nah, this fool crazy.
You got jokes, prophet. You got jokes.
CRIP #1
You came unarmed to a shootout and
started crackin’ dad jokes.
PROPHET ENOCH
I came armed with grace.
And Top Ramen.
He picks up the pack and tosses it to CRIP #1.
CRIP #1 (CATCHING IT)
Damn. Chicken flavor. This man
really divine.
BLOOD #3 (LAUGHING)
You know what? I ain’t even mad no
more.
I think he just… glitched my aggression.
They all start laughing. The tension breaks.
A GUN CLATTERS TO THE GROUND.
PROPHET ENOCH (SOFTLY, SMILING)
Even Cain and Abel had a shot at
peace.
Y’all just needed a punchline.
CRIP #2
Ayo, you ever consider doing stand-
up? You got like… spiritual Kevin
Hart energy.
BLOOD #2
Yo, we should do like… a block
party or something. Invite the
Prophet.
“Crips, Bloods & Blessings.”
EVERYONE
“Yo!!”
EXT. SAME STREET – LATER
The scene is totally transformed. A makeshift BBQ grill is
going. People from both sides are laughing, dancing, swapping
old beef stories like they're family.
Enoch sits on the curb, sipping horchata from a paper cup.
Children circle around him, asking for stories.
He smiles, watching a world he didn’t create — just reminded
it was possible.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
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A Night of Unity in the Ashes
EXT. ABANDONED RAIL YARD – SOUTHEAST LOS ANGELES – NIGHT
Wide shot.
Floodlights cast long shadows across crumbling train cars and
concrete platforms. Candles, burn barrels, and makeshift
altars light the scene.
A massive crowd pulses with tension and expectancy.
* Crips and Bloods on opposite sides… but watching, unarmed.
* Pimps in fur coats, arms crossed, chewing toothpicks.
* Prostitutes in heels and robes.
* Cholos wearing half-holy gear and half-street drip.
* LAPD in riot gear, positioned at the periphery.
* FBI agents scanning the crowd with earpieces.
* Media vans, satellite dishes, and live news feeds rolling.
Above it all:
A giant spray-painted banner draped over a boxcar reads:
“? LET HE WHO WALKS THE ASHES SPEAK ?”
INT. CNN LIVE BROADCAST – SIMULTANEOUS
NINA VALENCIA stares into the camera from the makeshift press
tent.
NINA
We’re here in what can only be
described as the most surreal
spiritual gathering in modern
American history.
NINA (CONT'D)
And at the center of it all… a man
in robes and boots, known only as
Prophet Enoch.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
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A Call to Collective Reckoning
EXT. REVIVAL PLATFORM – CONTINUOUS
PROPHET ENOCH stands atop a raised platform built from
stacked pallets and scrap metal, holding nothing but a mic
plugged into a jerry-rigged PA system.
His followers — including Gordo, Pepe, Lil G, Sister Grace,
Lucia, and Malik — stand behind him like an oddball choir.
The crowd hushes.
PROPHET ENOCH
They told me this city couldn’t be
saved.
Said its bones were too broken, its heart too twisted.
But here you are… all of you.
Killers. Cops. Hustlers. Healers.
All standing in the same dirt.
He points to a LAPD captain.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
You came armed.
Points to a Blood.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
You came angry.
Points to a hooker in a red wig.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
You came tired.
Points to a televangelist in the front row.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
You came jealous.
Crowd shifts. Uneasy. Riveted.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
But the truth is — we all came
dirty.
So tonight, I say this:
He raises a bucket of black water and throws it at his own
feet.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
Let’s stop pretending we ain’t
drowning.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Thriller"]
Ratings
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30 -
The Power of Belief
INT. FBI VAN – SIMULTANEOUS
MARA watches from a monitor.
One agent leans over her shoulder.
FBI AGENT
You still think he’s just a con
man?
MARA
I think he’s a mirror.
And I’m starting to hate the reflection.
EXT. REVIVAL PLATFORM – CONTINUOUS
Enoch spreads his arms.
PROPHET ENOCH
You don’t have to believe in me.
I don’t even believe in me.
But you know what I do believe in?
He pauses.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
Change.
Real change.
The kind you feel in your gut — like a sickness, before the
healing.
Suddenly — the power cuts out. Silence.
The PA dies. The lights flicker.
Whispers ripple through the crowd.
A wind rushes through the yard. Candles stay lit — but the
air grows charged.
Someone screams — a man levitating two inches off the ground,
convulsing in ecstasy.
People scatter. Others kneel. Some scream. Some pray. The
news cameras glitch.
Enoch says nothing. Just stands — arms outstretched, eyes
closed.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
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31 -
The Gathering Storm
INT. LIVE NEWS FEED – STATIC – REBOOT
NINA stares into the camera, shaken.
NINA
We appear to have lost… visual for
a moment.
But—there’s something happening here tonight.
Something no one’s ready for.
EXT. RAIL YARD – MOMENTS LATER
The chaos calms.
People start hugging, weeping, laughing.
Crips and Bloods dap each other.
A pimp hands his coat to a woman in tears.
A street preacher and a TikTok dancer pray together.
PROPHET ENOCH steps down from the platform.
He doesn’t say another word.
He disappears into the crowd.
INT. FBI VAN – FINAL SHOT
Mara rewatches the footage.
Frame by frame.
In one shot — Enoch is there.
Next — he’s gone.
Only the crowd remains.
FADE OUT.
INT. NEWSROOM – CNN LIVE FEED – DAY
NINA VALENCIA, visibly shaken, anchors the feed.
Behind her: split-screen coverage of riots, prayer circles,
street baptisms, and police abandoning posts.
NINA
The Department of Homeland Security
has labeled Prophet Enoch’s
movement a “domestic spiritual
insurgency.”
But tonight, across every time zone, thousands are still
gathering in silence… awaiting his next word.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Thriller"]
Ratings
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32 -
Divided Beliefs: The Cult of Controversy
INT. PODCAST STUDIO – “CULTWIRE” – NIGHT
Two hosts livestream a debate with callers.
HOST 1
He’s either a messiah… or the best
psy-op in history.
CALLER (V.O.)
He touched my daughter’s head. She
stopped seizing. We saw it. I don’t
care what the FBI says.
HOST 2
I’m just sayin’, that clip from
Watts? Dude floated. I don’t even
do church, but I ain’t missin' this
revival.
EXT. DOWNTOWN LA – NIGHT
Graffiti everywhere:
"Street God Lives"
"Faith Is Contagious"
"Repent or Refresh"
"The City Is a Church Now."
Street vendors sell robes with spray-painted sigils. “Holy
Hustle” t-shirts. Homemade candles labeled “Ashes of Doubt.”
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Mystery"]
Ratings
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33 -
Echoes of Enoch: A Clash of Faith and Influence
INT. NIGHTCLUB – HOLY GROUND RAVE – NIGHT
A wild underground party. Strobes and trap gospel blast.
Everyone wears glowing symbols. A DJ remixes Enoch’s sermons
into beats:
“You don’t need permission to believe — just desperation.”
A drunk influencer sobs into the camera:
“I just wanna feel real, you know? I get it now. I get him.”
INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH – MID-SERVICE – NIGHT
The PRIEST is mid-sermon when a group of robed youths barge
in chanting Enoch’s words.
YOUTHS
“The city doesn’t need salvation.
It needs recognition.”
They stand before the altar in silence.
Some parishioners get up and join them.
INT. LIVE NEWSROOM – FBI PRESS CONFERENCE – DAY
A shaky spokesperson stands before flashing cameras.
FBI SPOKESPERSON
Prophet Enoch is not divine. He is
a suspected manipulator with no
verifiable identity.
REPORTER 1
Then where is he?
REPORTER 2
Is it true two agents quit to join
his movement?
REPORTER 3
Why does he keep disappearing from
footage?
The spokesperson freezes.
Cut to: camera glitching. Brief flicker of Enoch’s face.
EXT. STREET REVIVAL – VENICE BEACH – DUSK
Hundreds gather barefoot. A girl anoints people with motor
oil. A street preacher shouts through a megaphone:
PREACHER
He never claimed to be Jesus.
He’s our prophet. He speaks L.A.’s language.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Mystery"]
Ratings
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34 -
Echoes of Emptiness
INT. TIKTOK CLIP – VERTICAL FORMAT
A 17-year-old livestreamer kneels on a sidewalk.
STREAMER
I’m not in a cult. I’m just tired
of being empty.
He didn’t fill me with truth.
He made me admit I never had any.
Comments explode:
“So real.”
“Where is he tonight?”
“Anyone else seeing symbols in their dreams?”
EXT. LOS ANGELES SKYLINE – NIGHT
Smoke rises from pockets of fire.
A projection of Enoch’s symbol appears on the side of the US
Bank Tower.
Sirens echo.
A voice blares from a hacked traffic light speaker system:
“Faith is louder than bullets.”
INT. MARA’S MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
She watches the livestreams. TikToks. Surveillance feeds.
News.
She closes her laptop.
Looks in the mirror.
Her reflection smiles before she does.
She turns away, panicked.
MARA (WHISPERS)
What the hell is happening?
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
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35 -
Faith in the Shadows
INT. ABANDONED PARKING GARAGE – NIGHT
Rain slaps the concrete. Mara waits alone in a hooded jacket,
hand near her holstered gun.
Footsteps echo.
Enoch enters. Calm. Unarmed. Hooded.
PROPHET ENOCH
You called me.
Funny thing, considering you think I’m a fraud.
MARA
I don’t think. I know.
I just want to hear it from your mouth.
PROPHET ENOCH
What? That I’m not God?
Would that make this easier?
MARA
Yes.
PROPHET ENOCH
Then no.
Because I’m not here to make it easier.
A beat. Mara studies him like a puzzle with no edges.
MARA
Who are you, really?
PROPHET ENOCH
Who did you pray to when the church
exploded?
Mara flinches. Tight jaw. Flash of trauma.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
I wasn’t there.
But you still said my name.
MARA
I said "help me."
That doesn’t mean I believe in you.
PROPHET ENOCH
You don’t have to.
You already responded to me. That’s worse.
It means you’re open.
He takes a slow step forward. Mara doesn't move.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
That’s how faith begins.
It sneaks in through the wounds logic leaves behind.
He turns. Leaves.
MARA (SOFTLY)
I hate you.
PROPHET ENOCH (O.S.)
I know.
That’s the first step toward belief.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual"]
Ratings
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36 -
Reflections of Confusion
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Mara dreams.
She’s in the mirror. But her reflection blinks out of sync.
Suddenly Enoch is behind her, in the reflection only.
PROPHET ENOCH (V.O.)
You’re not dreaming.
You’re remembering forward.
INT. MENTAL HEALTH CLINIC – DAY
Mara speaks to a government-assigned psychiatrist.
MARA
He knew things he couldn’t know.
PSYCHIATRIST
You said you’re recording
everything?
MARA
Yes. Every second.
PSYCHIATRIST
Then just watch the tapes.
MARA
That’s the problem.
She opens her laptop. Plays a clip.
It shows her sitting alone in a candlelit room — talking to
empty air.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Psychological"]
Ratings
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37 -
Confronting Chaos
INT. EMPTY SANCTUARY – NIGHT
Mara stumbles upon Enoch sitting alone on a wooden pew. No
one else is there.
MARA
Why are you letting them riot?
You could stop this.
PROPHET ENOCH
You don’t stop a wildfire with a
whisper.
You start one that way.
MARA
People are dying.
PROPHET ENOCH
People are living for the first
time.
It looks similar.
MARA (QUIETLY)
What are you?
He leans in — gently. No threat. Just sadness.
PROPHET ENOCH
Maybe I’m a coping mechanism.
Maybe I’m a hallucination.
Maybe I’m the echo of something older than you.
He pauses.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
Or maybe…
you needed a god so badly,
your mind built one that looks like me.
She stares at him.
MARA
Then why do I keep chasing you?
PROPHET ENOCH
Because you still believe your job
is to stop me.
But your soul already made its choice.
INT. MARA’S MOTEL – FINAL PRIVATE MOMENT (LATE ACT II)
Enoch appears sitting across from her — just appears.
She doesn’t flinch.
PROPHET ENOCH
You should sleep.
MARA
You’re not real.
PROPHET ENOCH
Neither is your badge.
It’s just metal shaped into belief.
MARA
I can still end this.
PROPHET ENOCH
Then why haven’t you?
Silence.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
You're not afraid I'm lying.
You're afraid I'm telling the truth.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Mystery"]
Ratings
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38 -
Ceremonial Confusion
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Mara storms in, gun drawn, flashlight sweeping through
flickering shadows.
She’s expecting Enoch. Or worse. The air feels wrong. Thick.
Electric.
Instead—
PEPE (O.S.)
Ay, ay, chill, mija! You almost
popped my third lung!
Mara spins — flashlight lands on Pepe, Gordo, and Lil G —
fully robed in makeshift ceremonial cloaks made of flannel
shirts, rosaries, and prayer candles duct-taped to their
belts.
GORDO
(holding a 5-gallon
sparkletts jug)
We brought holy water.
...I think.
LIL G
It might be Gatorade. We baptized a
squirrel and it’s still acting mad
fast.
Mara stares. Unblinking.
MARA
...What the hell is this?
PEPE
It’s the warm-up. You gotta cleanse
the vibe before he shows up.
MARA
He? You mean Enoch?
LIL G
Nah, Enoch’s busy right now. He’s
like... on a spiritual FaceTime
with the moon.
GORDO
(seriously)
Moon's in retrograde. You gotta
wait till it stops spinning
emotionally.
Mara holsters her gun. Utter disbelief on her face.
MARA
You’re kidding.
PEPE
Nah, we dead serious.
You should sit. We saved you a folding chair.
He gestures to a plastic lawn chair wrapped in a red robe and
labeled “FOR THE FBI LADY.”
MARA
You labeled it?
LIL G
We like to make guests feel seen.
Mara sits — stunned — as the cholos light cinnamon incense
and pour the Gatorade into a kiddie pool.
GORDO
This is the purification bath.
We tried using bath bombs but they gave me eczema.
PEPE
We wrote a hymn too. Wanna hear?
MARA
God, no.
LIL G
Too late. Hit it, Gordo.
Gordo clears his throat. They begin humming — an off-key,
emotional version of Tupac’s “Keep Ya Head Up” mixed with
Gregorian chanting.
INT. SAME WAREHOUSE – MOMENTS LATER
Mara now sits, robe half-on, eating flaming hot Cheetos
offered by Gordo.
She looks like someone who gave up trying to make sense of
anything.
MARA (TO HERSELF)
This is a dream.
It has to be a dream.
PEPE
Nah, this is prophecy, girl.
And it’s just getting started.
GORDO
You ever seen a hummingbird sneeze?
That’s when it really kicks in.
Mara drops her head into her hands.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
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39 -
Unity in Absurdity
EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL BACKLOT – NIGHT
Candlelight flickers against graffiti-tagged walls.
A circle has formed. There’s music playing on a busted
Bluetooth speaker.
The Crips and Bloods have arrived. Robed. United. Sort of.
They wear blue and red ceremonial sashes, over Timberlands
and sagging jeans.
Some hold Bibles. Others hold Hot Cheetos. One dude has both.
MARA walks in, still chewing the remains of a sacred cholo
Cheeto. She freezes.
MARA
...you’ve got to be kidding me.
CRIP #1 (RAZOR)
Ayo, don't step on the blessed
chalk line.
That's the sacred perimeter.
BLOOD #2 (FISH)
Yo, who gave you permission to name
that?
That’s not official doctrine, homie.
CRIP #2
It’s written, bro. Page two of the
Gospel According to Enoch.
BLOOD #1 (JAMZ)
That page got ripped out. Gordo
spilled horchata on it.
LIL G (FROM BEHIND MARA)
We’re still canonizing stuff, it's
a whole process.
Mara walks through slowly, wide-eyed, as if watching a cult-
themed sketch comedy show unravel live.
MARA
What… is this?
GORDO (DEAD SERIOUS)
The unity circle.
We hold it every new moon and/or taco Tuesday.
JAMZ
We squashed the beef. Now we grill
it.
RAZOR
Amen.
PEPE
We all agreed the prophet said,
“Thou shalt not set trippeth.”
FISH
Except on the Sabbath. You allowed
a little trippin’ on Saturdays.
CRIP #3 (WHISPERING)
We’re still interpreting that part.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
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40 -
Reflections by the Fire
EXT. CEREMONIAL FIRE PIT – MOMENTS LATER
Everyone is gathered. The vibe is part cult, part family BBQ,
part stand-up night.
RAZOR stands, holding a scroll (it’s just a CVS receipt).
RAZOR
A reading from the Book of Divine
Hustle, chapter six:
"And the prophet said, ‘Let the dope boys put down their
scales…
...and weigh their hearts instead.’”
EVERYONE
“Facts.”
JAMZ
Yo, he also said, “Blessed are the
peacemakers.”
I thought that meant Glocks at first.
PEPE
Nah, bruh, he meant like… emotional
peacemaking.
You gotta stop projecting trauma.
LIL G
Preach, therapist Jamz.
INT. MARA’S POV – NIGHT
Mara sits among them. She looks like a woman slowly giving up
her federal identity in exchange for a front-row seat to the
world’s most confusing gospel roast battle.
MARA
You guys think he’s real?
RAZOR
He’s realer than student loans,
that’s all I know.
FISH
Man appeared outta nowhere, turned
a shootout into a group hug.
That ain’t even a parlor trick. That’s divine improv.
GORDO
Yo, he made my cousin’s baby mama
cry tears of glitter, dawg.
MARA (FLAT)
Sure. Why not.
INT. SMALL ALTAR – NIGHT (PRIVATE)
Mara is alone now. Quiet. Candle burning.
The echoes of laughter fade, replaced by a deep silence.
She opens her recorder.
MARA (INTO RECORDER)
I thought I came to dismantle a
lie.
Instead… I’m watching fools I used to arrest become priests.
And somehow… I don’t hate it.
A voice from the shadows.
PROPHET ENOCH (O.S.)
That’s because you don’t want logic
anymore.
You want meaning.
Mara turns.
He’s there.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Comedy"]
Ratings
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41 -
Emergence of a New Voice
EXT. RUNDOWN CHURCH – SOUTH LA – DUSK
The sky glows orange. A slow wind passes through the husks of
broken windows.
Inside the hollowed-out church, followers gather: cholos,
Bloods, Crips, prostitutes, preachers, ex-cops, single
mothers, lost kids.
They sit on plastic chairs or broken pews.
No Enoch.
There’s whispers:
“Where is he?”
“Is he coming back?”
“He never missed a Thursday.”
“Did they take him?”
MARA stands at the edge, unnoticed.
She watches the anxious crowd.
She opens her mouth. Closes it.
Steps back.
But someone sees her.
PEPE (QUIETLY)
Yo. Mara. You know his vibe.
You think he’s okay?
LIL G
Maybe this is the test.
Maybe we’re supposed to carry the message.
FISH
Carry what message, dawg?
The dude literally spoke in riddles and dipped.
MARA (QUIETLY)
He said… “Let the silence speak
when the voice disappears.”
Everyone stops. Looks at her.
MARA (CONT'D)
I don’t know why I remember that.
But he said it. In that warehouse. Before the lights went
out.
RAZOR
So what’s the silence saying right
now?
Mara looks around. Thinks.
MARA
That this isn’t about him anymore.
A pause.
MARA (CONT'D)
It’s about who you are… when no
one’s telling you what to be.
She says it like a thought out loud. But something shifts.
They’re listening. Hanging on her every word.
JAMZ (SOFTLY)
...Damn. That felt… prophetic.
GORDO (NODDING)
Lowkey, I felt the spirit when she
said that.
LIL G (WIDE-EYED)
Ay… does this mean she’s like…
the new prophet?
MARA
What? No.
PEPE (TO THE CROWD)
All in favor of Sister Mara, say
“Word.”
CROWD
“WORD.”
MARA
I am not leading this.
FISH
But you just did.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Mystery"]
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42 -
The Gathering in the Shadows
INT. RUNDOWN CHURCH – LATER THAT NIGHT
The crowd has formed a quiet circle.
Mara sits in the middle. Someone’s put a robe over her
shoulders.
Candles flicker. The wind hushes.
A little girl asks:
LITTLE GIRL
What happens now?
Mara stares at her.
MARA (SOFTLY)
We wait.
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN – FBI – SAME TIME
Agents watch the footage.
AGENT 1
Who’s the woman in the robe?
AGENT 2
That’s Agent Ellison.
AGENT 1
…She looks like she’s running the
sermon.
Cut to static.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery"]
Ratings
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43 -
Letting Go
INT. MARA’S MOTEL – EMPTY ROOM – SAME TIME
The mirror is dark.
For once, no reflection.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Mara sits on the edge of her bed, robe half off, gun on the
nightstand, eyes hollow. The candles she never lit are
flickering anyway.
She stares at her wedding ring.
Slides it off.
Pauses.
Slides it back on.
She says nothing.
Then — a voice.
PROPHET ENOCH (O.S.)
You’ve carried him longer than he
ever carried you.
MARA (WITHOUT TURNING)
Not tonight.
PROPHET ENOCH
Tonight is exactly for this.
She looks up.
He’s sitting in the chair across from her, hood down, cloak
dusted, quiet as snowfall.
MARA
You don’t get to talk about him.
PROPHET ENOCH
I don’t have to. You’ve been
talking to him every night in your
head.
Saying what you never said when he was alive.
MARA (SHAKING)
Shut up.
PROPHET ENOCH
Go ahead. Say it out loud.
The one thing you’re too good to say.
The one thing that’s rotting you from the inside out.
MARA (SCREAMING)
I HATED HIM FOR DYING!
A silence so thick it rattles the air.
MARA (TEARS FALLING) (CONT'D)
I loved him. But I hated that he
left me.
I hated how small I became.
How fake I felt at his funeral.
I hated the way people looked at me like I broke.
PROPHET ENOCH (GENTLY)
You didn’t break.
You hardened.
She collapses to her knees.
MARA
I didn’t want to be saved.
I wanted someone to blame.
PROPHET ENOCH
You blamed yourself.
A long pause.
He kneels beside her, for the first time fully human — no
mystery, no aura, no sermon.
Just a man, quietly present.
PROPHET ENOCH (SOFTLY) (CONT'D)
He wouldn’t want that.
He wouldn’t recognize the armor you wear now.
But I do.
MARA (CHOKING OUT)
Why do you know this?
PROPHET ENOCH
Because I carry pain too.
And I know how heavy yours became.
He reaches out. Doesn’t touch her — just offers.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
You don’t have to carry it anymore.
She exhales — one sharp, ragged, desperate breath.
And in that breath, something leaves her.
A grief. A name. A tether.
She whispers:
MARA
Goodbye, Caleb.
Enoch nods.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery"]
Ratings
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44 -
The Weight of Secrets
INT. MOTEL ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Mara looks up.
Enoch is gone.
Only the chair remains.
And the candles — still lit.
But now they smell like ash and jasmine.
She clutches her wedding ring — and finally sets it on the
nightstand.
Not thrown.
Not buried.
Just set down.
INT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Mara stands at the window, staring out at nothing. Her robe
is half-wrapped, the gun is on the table — next to a burning
candle someone else lit.
A knock.
She turns fast.
Opens the door.
It’s Michael Stratton.
Older now. Weathered by years of death, grief, and knowing
too much.
He holds a plain brown manila envelope, worn at the edges.
MICHAEL
This was never supposed to surface.
But I pulled a favor.
You need to see it.
MARA (CONFUSED)
What is it?
MICHAEL (SOFTLY)
The kid before the prophet.
He sets the file down.
Leaves without saying another word.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
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45 -
Echoes of Identity
INT. SAFEHOUSE – MOMENTS LATER
Mara opens the envelope.
Inside: a thin case file. Redacted printouts. A few
polaroids.
CASE FILE
HEADER:
“UNIDENTIFIED MALE CHILD – CCL-0497 (DESERT INCIDENT, 1991)”
She flips through.
* A polaroid of a bruised 6-year-old boy sitting barefoot
beside a shattered bottle.
* A drawing of symbols — the same sigils now seen in graffiti
all over the city.
* A note scrawled in blue ink:
“Child does not speak. Responds to religious stimuli.
Exhibits no reaction to pain.
Possible neurodivergence. Or trauma-induced affectlessness.”
Mara reads further.
FLASH CUTS: THROUGH MARA’S EYES
* The boy standing barefoot on glass.
* The child healing the bleeding girl.
* Caseworkers whispering in fear.
* A social worker’s margin note:
“Refuses all names. When asked who he is, he writes only:
‘THE VOICE.’”
BACK TO PRESENT
Mara stares at the last page:
An intake form with a fingerprint but no name.
Under “Notes,” the typed sentence:
“Child states: ‘I wasn’t born. I was placed.’”
Mara slowly lowers the paper.
She looks at the mirror across the room.
She walks toward it.
For a moment, she sees herself as a child in the reflection.
Then — Enoch.
Then just her again.
INT. SAFEHOUSE – MOMENTS LATER
Mara lights another candle.
Opens her recorder.
Speaks, voice trembling:
MARA
He didn’t come out of nowhere.
He came from silence.
A beat.
MARA (CONT'D)
And maybe…
so did I.
SCENE: “The Miracle at Elysian”
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
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46 -
The Day of Revelation
INT. SKID ROW – TENT CITY – EARLY MORNING
Murmurs drift through the encampment. Fires burn low. People
stir with purpose, not just survival.
HOMELESS MAN 1 (RASPY)
You hear? Today’s the day.
HOMELESS WOMAN (RUBBING HER ROSARY)
They say he’s gonna crack the sky open.
YOUNG GIRL (WIDE-EYED)
Will God be there?
OLD VET (QUIETLY)
He’s already here. Just wearing
different shoes.
People begin packing bags. Sharing food. Offering rides.
They all start walking.
EXT. ELYSIAN PARK – DAY
The crowd swells.
Thousands gather on the rolling hills and dusty fields —
homeless, celebrities, gang members, priests, livestreamers,
scientists, skeptics, tourists.
People carry signs:
“STREET GOD — LIGHT OUR WAY”
“I WANT TO BELIEVE”
“PROPHET ENOCH IS THE FIRE”
“THIS CITY IS A CHURCH”
TV crews are everywhere. Helicopters buzz overhead. A dozen
news anchors in portable tents call it “The Day of
Revelation.”
Mara stands alone near the front of the field.
Her phone buzzes: “Unknown Number.”
She doesn’t answer.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
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A Celestial Miracle at Elysian Park
EXT. CNN BROADCAST – LIVE FEED
NINA VALENCIA (anchor) speaks nervously to camera.
NINA
We’re here at Elysian Park in Los
Angeles where tens of thousands
have gathered, following rumors
that Prophet Enoch has predicted —
or possibly promised — a public
miracle.
CAMERAMAN (O.S.)
We’ve got drones in the air.
Nothing yet. Skies are clear.
EXT. ELYSIAN PARK – NOON
The sun beats down. Sweat. Silence. Restless anticipation.
Then…
The wind shifts.
Birds scatter.
The crowd stirs.
A child points upward.
CHILD (SHOUTING)
Look!
EXT. SKY – CONTINUOUS
The sun begins to shimmer unnaturally — a soft pulse at
first, like a lens flare.
Then it spins.
Slowly at first.
Then faster.
People gasp. Some scream. Others collapse in prayer.
The sun zigzags, emitting streaks of violet, blue, red, and
gold.
The sky ripples. It looks painted and alive — like stained
glass in motion.
INT. SCIENCE VAN – MOMENTS LATER
ASTROPHYSICISTS and METEOROLOGISTS scramble at monitors.
SCIENTIST 1
What the hell is this?
SCIENTIST 2
There’s no solar flare. No magnetic
anomaly. The sky shouldn’t be doing
this.
SCIENTIST 3 (HUSHED)
This isn’t a weather event.
EXT. BROADCAST SCREENS WORLDWIDE
Every news outlet cuts to live coverage.
The footage is undeniable.
In Vatican City, cardinals freeze mid-walk.
In Times Square, crowds stare upward.
In Tokyo, subtitles run under a broadcast calling it a
"???????" – “Call from Heaven.”
EXT. ELYSIAN PARK – CONTINUOUS
The crowd falls silent.
Then someone begins to sing — a low, trembling hymn.
Then another joins. And another.
Soon, thousands are singing. Crying. Holding strangers.
Mara stands frozen — tears running down her face.
Behind her, someone whispers:
“He’s not a man anymore. He’s the voice.”
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Mystery"]
Ratings
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The Elysian Sun Event: A Crisis of Faith
INT. NEWSROOM – CNN – LIVE
Nina Valencia, eyes wide, speaks into camera — shaken.
NINA
I have… no words.
We are witnessing something the world may never explain.
EXT. ELYSIAN PARK – LATER
The light fades. The sun returns to normal.
The air is still.
Enoch is nowhere to be seen.
Just the people. Changed.
And on the grass, where he was rumored to stand —
A burned sigil scorched into the earth:
The eye in the cross.
INT. VATICAN CHAMBERS – NIGHT (ROME)
A circle of CARDINALS in crimson robes watches looped footage
of the Elysian Sun Event.
CARDINAL 1 (HUSHED)
This is not approved doctrine.
CARDINAL 2 (AWED)
Then doctrine is behind schedule.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Mystery"]
Ratings
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Embracing Delusion
INT. MARA’S SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT (LOS ANGELES)
The light is low. One candle burns. Mara sits across from
Michael, the man who taught her how to spot a lie.
He watches her carefully.
She’s distant. Changed.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE PRESS ROOM – DAY (WASHINGTON, D.C.)
The PRESIDENT speaks at a podium, flanked by advisors and
generals.
PRESIDENT
We are asking the international
scientific community to remain
calm.
We are not assigning theological significance to this event
at this time.
Behind him, a monitor glitches — briefly displaying Enoch’s
symbol before cutting to static.
INT. MARA’S SAFEHOUSE – CONTINUOUS
MICHAEL
They called me from DC.
They want your badge.
Mara doesn’t flinch.
MARA
They can have it.
MICHAEL (PLEADING)
You don’t even sound like yourself
anymore.
MARA (SOFTLY)
Maybe I never did.
EXT. GLOBAL MONTAGE – “THE WORLD REACTS”
* In Brazil, a soccer stadium full of fans chants Enoch’s
name.
* In Kenya, a village church projects the sun footage on the
side of a stone wall.
* In China, censors block the footage — but a pirate signal
beams it from phone to phone, millions watching in silence.
* In the slums of Mumbai, a girl touches her mother’s cheek
and whispers, “He’s coming.”
INT. MARA’S SAFEHOUSE – CONTINUOUS
MICHAEL
He’s not divine.
He’s a well-coded virus. A symbol infected with your grief.
You still have time to wake up.
MARA
I don’t want to wake up.
I want this to be real.
Michael leans in, almost breaking.
MICHAEL
You were my brightest.
You used to chase truth.
Now you’re chasing shadows.
Mara turns toward the window — the skyline lit with candles
and drone swarms spelling symbols in the sky.
MARA (QUIETLY)
Maybe truth left.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
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Reflections of Hope
INT. UN SECURITY COUNCIL – NIGHT
A speaker from Switzerland raises a trembling voice.
SWISS DELEGATE
If this was not man-made,
then what do we call it?
Silence.
RUSSIAN DELEGATE (GRIM)
A second genesis.
Or the beginning of the end.
INT. MARA’S SAFEHOUSE – FINAL MOMENT
Michael stands. Defeated. At the door.
MICHAEL (SOFTLY)
If he asks you to do something —
anything —
remember who you were before the fire.
He leaves.
Mara sits alone.
She turns to her reflection in the window.
This time, her reflection smiles before she does.
?? SCENE: “The New Temple”
EXT. OLD SEARS BUILDING – SOTO ST, EAST LA – DAY
The monolithic tower of the long-abandoned Sears building now
looms with purpose.
Faces of the homeless, angels in hoodies, eyes in crosses.
Lines of people gather at the entrance with hope, not hunger.
Massive banners flap in the wind:
“House of the Forgotten”
“No Money. No Judgment. Just Shelter.”
“The City Is a Church.”
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Spiritual"]
Ratings
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A New Dawn: Enoch's Vision for Community Renewal
INT. MAKESHIFT PRESS AREA – SAME
Dozens of reporters have been allowed in — some skeptical,
others awe-struck.
A few well-known streamers and international press are live
on the scene.
Camera crews roll. Microphones held high.
PROPHET ENOCH steps forward, flanked by robed Cholos, Crips,
and Bloods — now acting as proud, self-appointed security in
coordinated bandanas and radios.
Enoch’s new robe is sand-colored, made from rough hemp —
minimalist but regal. A symbol of renewed humility.
He stands tall — calm, direct, fully present.
PROPHET ENOCH (TO THE CROWD)
This building was once a monument
to commerce.
A warehouse of things.
Now it houses people.
Behind him, glass doors open — showing rows of bunk beds,
medical tents, showers, therapy stations, and a community
garden growing from what was once a parking lot.
JOURNALIST (RAISING HAND)
Are you trying to replace the
government?
PROPHET ENOCH
No.
I’m replacing what it forgot.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
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Divided Voices: A Checkpoint of Faith
EXT. SEARS GROUNDS – CONTINUOUS
GORDO stands proudly at a checkpoint.
GORDO (TO A CONFUSED REPORTER)
Yeah, we pat down for knives, but
we bless 'em too, you feel me?
PEPE (HOLDING A CLIPBOARD)
Everyone gets a bed. Two meals. A
place to cry without being judged.
Also: no stealing from the garden or we put you in the
"Spiritual Time-Out Corner."
LIL G
Which is just a chair with a
picture of Enoch making the
disappointed face.
* Police tape holds back the edges of growing tension.
INT. LIVE STREAM – GLOBAL FEED
Enoch’s speech is being translated in real-time to Arabic,
Mandarin, French.
PROPHET ENOCH
They call me a prophet.
I am not.
I am a man who stopped ignoring suffering.
If that makes me holy…
then your bar was too low.
Genres:
["Drama","Spiritual","Social Commentary"]
Ratings
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53 -
Hope and Skepticism
EXT. SKY – WIDE SHOT
Drone footage shows the entire Sears building alive — light,
color, movement.
It looks like a modern cathedral born from urban decay.
INT. SAFEHOUSE – MARA WATCHES THE BROADCAST
She stands alone, watching him speak.
For the first time, he doesn’t seem threatening.
He seems… right.
She whispers:
MARA
You’re building something that
might actually work.
She doesn’t notice she’s crying.
INT. NEWSROOM – CNN LA – MORNING
NINA VALENCIA, sharp, no-nonsense, preps her notes.
Footage replays on the screen beside her:
THE MIRACLE AT ELYSIAN – SUN EVENT
(timestamp: 12:02 p.m.)
Split screen to security cam
footage from Prophet Enoch’s
safehouse:
LOCATION: NOWHERE NEAR THE EVENT
PRODUCER (O.S.)
We corner him today.
He wasn’t even there.
NINA
Finally. Let’s see if the Prophet
can handle the truth.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
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54 -
The Spark of Faith
EXT. OLD SEARS BUILDING – SOTO ST – DAY
Nina steps out of the press van and is immediately greeted by
the CHOLLOS SECURITY FORCE — Gordo, Pepe, and Lil G.
They wear color-coded radios, matching sunglasses, and newly
printed "HOLY OPS" hoodies.
PEPE
Whoa, whoa — credentials?
NINA
I’m Nina Valencia. CNN. Scheduled
interview.
GORDO (MOCK SERIOUS)
You bring snacks?
NINA (SMIRKING)
I brought a cameraman with a peanut
allergy. That count?
LIL G
...she cool.
They fist bump and guide her toward the entrance.
INT. UPPER LEVEL – SEARS TOWER STAGE AREA – MOMENTS LATER
Cameras are set. Lights soft. Candles line the walls.
PROPHET ENOCH enters. His robe is simpler now — clean linen,
no symbols.
He sits across from Nina with calm control.
NINA
Prophet.
You weren’t at Elysian Park when the miracle occurred.
PROPHET ENOCH
No.
NINA
So you admit it wasn’t you?
PROPHET ENOCH
Did I claim it was?
NINA
You allowed millions to believe it.
PROPHET ENOCH
I allowed them to witness.
What they chose to believe — that’s their miracle, not mine.
NINA (PRESSING)
So what are you, then? A
coincidence in robes?
He smiles.
PROPHET ENOCH
I’m a spark.
They are the fire.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery"]
Ratings
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Confronting Controversy: The Enoch Interview
INT. LIVESTREAM – CONTINUOUS
The broadcast is being streamed worldwide. Comments flood in.
“This man is untouchable.”
“She tried it, but he blessed her anyway.”
“THE CITY IS A CHURCH.”
INT. INTERVIEW – CONTINUOUS
Nina flips her page.
NINA
Some say this building is a cult
compound. That you’ve militarized
gang members as your holy guard.
PROPHET ENOCH
Let’s talk facts.
He gestures to a printed spreadsheet on the table.
PROPHET ENOCH (CONT'D)
After the phenomenon — which I did
not orchestrate — this center
received:
* A $7 million donation from private citizens.
* $2.4 million in city subsidies for unhoused services.
* Five food trucks.
* Twelve nurses.
* And one mayoral commendation.
NINA
That’s not divinity. That’s PR.
PROPHET ENOCH
Call it what you like.
But people are eating.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
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The Calm Before the Gathering
INT. CHOLO SECURITY OFFICE – SAME TIME
Gordo and Pepe watch the livestream, eating Hot Cheetos
dipped in hummus.
GORDO
She tried to roast him but he
lowkey fed her stats like a chef.
PEPE
That’s prophet math. You can’t
divide that.
INT. INTERVIEW – FINAL MOMENT
NINA
Last question.
PROPHET ENOCH
Make it sacred.
She looks up, the edge gone from her voice.
NINA
Do you believe you’re chosen?
A pause.
PROPHET ENOCH (QUIETLY)
I believe I was abandoned.
Then I chose myself.
INT. CNN STUDIO – LATER
The clip goes viral.
Headlines flash:
“Prophet or Public Servant?”
“Exclusive: Enoch Explains the Miracle Fallout”
“Nina Valencia: ‘I expected a liar. I met a lighthouse.’”
FINAL SCENE: “The City Is a Church”
EXT. SEARS BUILDING – NIGHT — LIVE BROADCAST
Thousands gather.
The sky churns with stormlight and prayer.
Drones buzz above like metallic angels.
MARA stands at the base of the stairs, surrounded by Crips,
Bloods, Cholos, nurses, mothers, believers, and skeptics —
the full spectrum of Los Angeles.
She’s not armed. She’s not in uniform.
She’s barefoot.
The wind stills.
A flicker of movement — and then, through the smoke—