APOCALYPTO 2: MACHU PICCHU

Logline: As the Spanish scourge descends upon the cloud-shrouded citadel of Machu Picchu, a humble corn grinder must become a warrior to reclaim his people’s stolen future—the sacred seeds of life—from the steel-clad invaders before the final sunset of the Inca Empire.

Director: Mel Gibson
Screenplay: Mel Gibson & Nick Romero

Principal Cast:

  • Nick Romero as Achiq (The Sower), a low-born puric (commoner) whose family has tended the sacred corn terraces of Machu Picchu for generations. He is a man of the earth, not a warrior, but possesses an unmatched knowledge of the mountain paths.
  • Joe Jukic as Captain Valerio De La Cruz, a hardened, veteran conquistador. Pragmatic, weary, and driven not by gold alone, but by a desperate need to secure a viable food source for a failing Spanish colony. He sees the Inca granaries as a strategic prize.
  • Tony Medeiros as Father Mateo, a zealous Dominican friar. Where Valerio sees sustenance, Mateo sees blasphemy. He believes the “pagan” seeds, housed in a “demon’s ziggurat,” must be seized and the structure sanctified with Christian blood.
  • Special Appearance: Qhapaq Inka Tupac (The Emperor), a divine ruler caught between prophecy and a crumbling reality, portrayed with serene and tragic gravitas.

TREATMENT

ACT I: THE CLOUD FORTRESS

The film opens not with dialogue, but with the rhythmic, hypnotic sound of stone on stone. NICK ROMERO as ACHIQ, his hands calloused and sure, grinds maize in a ritual as old as his people. We are high in the Andes, in the breathtaking, mist-enshrouded citadel of Machu Picchu. It is a city of stone and sky, a marvel of engineering and faith. Achiq is not a warrior or a priest, but a puric—the backbone of the empire. His world is his family, his terraces, and the sacred corn, the lifeblood of the Inca.

We are introduced to the Sapa Inca, Tupac, the emperor. He is not a tyrant, but a revered, almost ethereal figure, presiding over rituals at the “Ziggurat”—the film’s dramatic name for the central religious complex of Machu Picchu, which houses the Imperial Granary. This granary is not just a storehouse; it is a temple, containing the ancestral seeds of every strain of corn, a genetic and spiritual library of the civilization.

Meanwhile, a ragged but deadly band of Spanish conquistadors, led by JOE JUKIC as CAPTAIN VALERIO, ascends the treacherous slopes. They are not the shiny, confident invaders of legend. They are haunted, starving, and riddled with disease. With them is TONY MEDEIROS as FATHER MATEO, whose eyes burn with a feverish need to eradicate the “idolatry” he sees in every carved stone. Valerio has heard tales of an “unconquerable city in the clouds” and, more importantly, its legendary stores of food that could save his men.

Using guile and the terrifying novelty of their steel and horses, they find a secret entrance. Under the cover of a moonless night, while the Emperor sleeps in his palace, guarded by traditional warriors unprepared for this new kind of foe, the Spaniards infiltrate the heart of the city. In a sequence of intense, quiet horror, they bypass the slumbering guards and breach the granary. They ignore gold and jewels, instead stuffing their sacks and satchels with the priceless, multi-colored corn seeds. As they flee, Father Mateo, in an act of profound desecration, sets a small fire at the altar of the granary.

The discovery at dawn is catastrophic. The Emperor is shamed, his divine protection proven fallible. The priesthood is in chaos. The theft of the seeds is not just a loss of food; it is the theft of their future, their connection to the sun god Inti. In the ensuing frenzy, Achiq’s small son is accidentally trampled by panicked nobles. His wife screams, “They have taken our tomorrow!”

Achiq, cradling his dead child, looks from his family’s tragedy to the plundered granary. A primal fury ignites within him. He is no longer a grinder of corn, but a sower of vengeance. He knows every hidden trail, every waterfall and canyon of the sacred valley. While the Inca army prepares for a conventional war, Achiq grabs a simple bolas and a farmer’s knife. He does not seek to defend the empire; he seeks to reclaim its soul. He slips out of the city, a shadow against the stone, beginning a one-man pursuit.

ACT II: THE HUNTED BECOMES THE HUNTER

The Spaniards believe their escape is assured. They are wrong. They are now in Achiq’s world. The descent from Machu Picchu becomes a gauntlet of terror.

Valerio, the pragmatic soldier, wants only to get the seeds back to the colony. Father Mateo, however, is slowly losing his mind, seeing demons in the swirling mists and interpreting every setback as a divine test. The tension between the two Spaniards boils over, fracturing their command.

Achiq does not engage them head-on. He is a ghost.

  • He uses a bolas to trip a scout, sending him screaming into a deep ravine.
  • He triggers a rockslide, burying two conquistadors and their precious sacks of seeds, which are lost forever.
  • He uses animal calls to lure a soldier away from the group, dispatching him silently with his farming tool.

His attacks are not just kills; they are reclamations. After each ambush, he carefully retrieves any pouches of seeds he can find, tying them to his own belt. Each seed pouch is a life regained.

The Inca army, led by a proud general, engages the Spaniards in a pitched battle on a stone bridge. It is a spectacular, brutal sequence in the classic Gibson style: spears against pikes, slings against crossbows. The Spanish firepower and steel eventually win the day, but at a great cost, scattering the remaining seeds and further decimating their numbers.

Achiq watches this battle from the cliffs above, realizing the folly of fighting the invaders on their terms. His way—the way of the hunter, the guerrilla—is the only way. He tracks the now-decimated Spanish band, now just Valerio, a terrified Father Mateo, and a handful of the hardiest survivors, to a sacred river at the base of the valley.

ACT III: THE FALL OF THE MOUNTAIN

Valerio, cornered and desperate, makes a final stand at the river, using the last of their gunpowder to create a defensive position. Father Mateo, in his madness, begins baptizing the remaining seeds in the river, shouting prayers in Latin, believing he is cleansing them of evil.

Achiq does not attack from the front. He dives into the raging, icy water, a creature of pure instinct. He surfaces amidst the Spaniards, creating chaos. In the ensuing melee, it becomes a personal duel.

Achiq confronts Father Mateo, who holds the last, largest sack of the ancestral seeds. The friar, seeing Achiq not as a man but as a manifestation of the devil, raises a crucifix. Achiq, with a cry of pure, unadulterated grief and rage, tackles him into the torrent. The two men struggle in the water, a clash of worlds—faith against faith. Mateo disappears beneath the current, the seeds spilling from the sack and scattering into the river, lost to both cultures forever.

Finally, it is Achiq versus Valerio. The weary, steel-clad captain against the agile, earth-born farmer. It is a brutal, hand-to-hand fight. Achiq is wounded, but he uses his knowledge of the environment, luring Valerio onto a slippery rock and using his bolas to entangle the conquistador’s legs, pulling him into the water where his armor becomes a coffin.

Exhausted and bleeding, Achiq staggers from the river. He has won. He has annihilated the invaders. But as he looks at the few, small pouches of seeds tied to his belt, he knows it is a pyrrhic victory. The heart of the seed library is gone, scattered to the currents.

He climbs back to the peaks, not to Machu Picchu, but to a hidden, high valley known only to his family. We see him, alone, kneeling in the rich soil. With a trembling, determined hand, he takes the few remaining seeds and presses them into the earth.

FINAL SHOT:

The camera pulls back, soaring high above Achiq. We see him as a single, small figure in a vast, green valley. The mists of the mountains roll in, enveloping him. The great stone city of Machu Picchu is seen in the distance, now empty, a silent, beautiful tomb. The civilization has fallen, but in that one, small patch of earth, Achiq has sown the future. The cycle of life, though wounded, continues. The final image is of the first green sprout breaking through the dark soil, a tiny, defiant promise against the encroaching shadow.

The Passion Prequel: Nativity

Title: The Nativity: A Prelude to the Passion

Written and Directed by Mel Gibson

Opening Scene:

Fade in from black. The screen is silent, save for the faint sound of a heartbeat. A single star shines brightly in the heavens. The camera pans down to reveal a desolate, moonlit landscape of ancient Judea. The year is approximately 4 B.C.

Title Card:

“The Nativity: A Prelude to the Passion”


Scene 1: The Annunciation

The camera cuts to a humble home in Nazareth. Inside, a young Mary kneels in prayer. A soft light begins to illuminate the room. The Archangel Gabriel appears, his voice resonating like thunder and yet gentle as a whisper.

Gabriel: (in Aramaic, subtitled) “Hail, Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women.”

Mary, startled, looks up in awe.

Mary: (in Aramaic, subtitled) “Who are you?”

Gabriel: “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. You will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Yeshua. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High.”

Mary bows her head, trembling.

Mary: “Let it be done to me according to your word.”

The light fades, leaving Mary in silent reflection.


Scene 2: Joseph’s Dream

Joseph, a carpenter, works late into the night. He glances at Mary, who is visibly pregnant, with a mixture of confusion and concern. That night, he dreams of an angel.

Angel: (in Aramaic, subtitled) “Joseph, son of David, do not fear to take Mary as your wife, for that which is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and you shall call his name Yeshua, for he will save his people from their sins.”

Joseph awakens, sweat on his brow. He looks at Mary with newfound resolve.


Scene 3: The Journey to Bethlehem

Joseph and Mary travel through rugged terrain. The camera captures the harshness of the journey: rocky paths, dangerous wildlife, and the cold desert nights. Mary’s labor pains begin as they near Bethlehem.

Joseph: (in Aramaic, subtitled) “Hold on, Mary. We are almost there.”

They arrive at an overcrowded Bethlehem. Joseph pleads with innkeepers, but all refuse them. Finally, a kind innkeeper gestures to a stable.


Scene 4: The Birth of Yeshua

In the dimly lit stable, Mary gives birth to Yeshua. Joseph wraps the baby in swaddling cloths and places Him in a manger. A warm glow fills the room, emanating from the infant.

The camera pans outside as shepherds in the fields witness a heavenly host of angels.

Angels: (singing in Aramaic, subtitled) “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom He is pleased!”

The shepherds rush to the stable, their faces alight with wonder.


Scene 5: The Magi’s Journey

Far to the east, three Magi study the stars. They notice a bright star and consult ancient scrolls.

Magi 1: (in Persian, subtitled) “A king has been born.”

Magi 2: “We must go and honor Him.”

They prepare gifts: gold, frankincense, and myrrh, and set out on their journey.


Scene 6: Herod’s Decree

King Herod, paranoid and enraged by the Magi’s inquiry about a “king of the Jews,” orders the massacre of all male infants in Bethlehem.

Herod: (in Aramaic, subtitled) “No one shall threaten my throne!”

The scene cuts between Herod’s soldiers carrying out the horrific order and Joseph being warned in a dream to flee to Egypt.


Scene 7: The Flight to Egypt

Joseph, Mary, and Yeshua escape under the cover of darkness. The camera captures their desperation as they traverse the wilderness, avoiding soldiers and relying on divine guidance.


Closing Scene:

The family reaches Egypt. The camera lingers on the infant Yeshua in Mary’s arms. A voiceover from Isaiah 53 begins:

Voiceover: “He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief… Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush Him; He has put Him to grief.”

The screen fades to black, and the bright star reappears, shining ever brighter.

Title Card:

“To be continued in ‘The Passion of the Christ.'”

End credits roll to a hauntingly beautiful score, blending ancient Hebrew melodies with orchestral arrangements.

A Call for Peaceful Revolution

Mel Gibson’s Speech: A Call for Peaceful Revolution

Scene: A smoky orange haze lingers in the sky, a reminder of the fires that have ravaged Los Angeles. Mel Gibson stands on a makeshift stage in a city park, his voice steady but impassioned as he speaks to a crowd of thousands.


“Brothers and sisters, look around you. Smell the air. See the ash. This is not the world we were promised. This is not the dream we were told to believe in.

The fires that rage across Los Angeles aren’t just natural disasters—they’re symbols of a broken system. A system that has failed its people. A system that has left us without water to fight the flames, while billionaires sip champagne in their high-rise towers.

And yes, I’ll say it: people like Donald Trump and his real estate cronies benefit from this chaos. Fires destroy homes, and land values plummet. Who swoops in to buy it all up for pennies on the dollar? The oligarchs. The billionaires. The ones who profit while we suffer.

This isn’t just about fires. It’s about the fire in our hearts. The fire of injustice. The fire of inequality. The fire of debt that chains us to a system designed to crush the spirit of the common man.


The Federal Reserve and the Chains of Debt

Let’s talk about the Federal Reserve. Let’s talk about a system that prints money out of thin air, loans it to our government, and demands interest in return. Interest that you and I pay through our sweat, our labor, and our taxes.

This is not freedom. This is servitude. This is the machine of debt grinding away at the soul of a nation.

And income taxation? Let me ask you this: why is it that the billionaire class pays a smaller percentage of their wealth than the single mother working two jobs? Why is it that the system rewards those who hoard wealth and punishes those who create it with their hands, their minds, and their hearts?


Jubilee: A New Beginning

But there is a way out. There is a path to freedom. It’s called Jubilee.

In ancient times, Jubilee was a time of debt forgiveness, a time when the scales were reset, and the people were given a chance to start anew. It was a recognition that no system should be allowed to crush the human spirit indefinitely.

Imagine a world where student loans are forgiven. Where medical debt no longer bankrupts families. Where mortgages don’t chain us to lives of quiet desperation. Imagine a world where we all get a second chance.


A Peaceful Revolution

Now, I’m not here to call for violence. That’s not the way forward. Violence only feeds the machine. No, what we need is a peaceful revolution. A revolution of the heart. A revolution of the mind. A revolution that starts with us saying, ‘Enough is enough.’

We don’t need pitchforks and torches—we need ballots and voices. We need to stand together, shoulder to shoulder, and demand change.

We need to demand that our leaders work for us, not the billionaires. We need to demand that our water goes to fight fires, not to fill private pools. We need to demand a system that values people over profit.


Hope for the Future

I know it’s hard. I know it feels like the system is too big, too powerful. But let me tell you something: every great change in history started with people like you. People who were tired of being told to accept the unacceptable.

So stand up. Speak out. And don’t ever let anyone tell you that your voice doesn’t matter.

Because this is our country. This is our world. And if we stand together, we can build a future where the fires of injustice are extinguished, and the light of hope burns bright for generations to come.

A Call for Unity Through Justice, Not AnnexationScene: The crowd, already electrified by Mel Gibson’s fiery words, grows quiet as he shifts his tone to address a looming geopolitical issue. The orange haze of the fires is a stark backdrop, a symbol of the challenges facing not just the city, but the entire continent.


“Now, I want to talk about something that’s been whispered in back rooms and boardrooms, something they don’t want you to think about until it’s too late: the plan for a North American Union.

They’re already laying the groundwork. Trade agreements. Secret deals. Policies designed to blur the lines between nations. On the surface, it might sound like a good idea—a united North America, working together for prosperity and peace. But let me tell you something: unity without consent is tyranny.


Referendum, Not Annexation

The only way North America can unite is by referendum—by the will of the people, not by the decree of oligarchs or the ambitions of politicians. And certainly not by annexation.

You see, there’s a man in power right now, Donald Trump, who talks about greatness but doesn’t understand the responsibility that comes with it. He’s floated the idea of annexing parts of Mexico, of Canada, as if they’re pieces on a Monopoly board.

But annexation isn’t unity. It’s domination. It’s erasure. And we’ve seen this play before.


A Warning from History

Let me remind you of a certain art student. A man who once dreamed of painting landscapes but instead painted the world red with blood. He annexed Austria in 1938, claiming it was for the greater good, for unity, for a shared destiny. And what did it lead to? The bloodiest war in human history.

Do we want to walk that path again? Do we want to see history repeat itself, this time on our continent? Because make no mistake: forced unity is not peace. It’s oppression. And oppression always leads to resistance, to conflict, to war.


A Better Way Forward

If we’re going to talk about a North American Union, let’s talk about it the right way. Let’s talk about collaboration, not conquest. Let’s talk about mutual respect, not exploitation. Let’s talk about building a future together, where every voice is heard, every vote counts, and every nation retains its sovereignty.

That’s how we create unity—not through deals made in secret, not through annexation, but through transparency, consent, and the will of the people.


The Power of Choice

This is our moment to choose. Do we want to be the generation that let greed and ambition tear apart the fabric of our world? Or do we want to be the generation that stood up and said, ‘No more’?

We have the power to demand a referendum. To say that if there’s going to be a North American Union, it will be because the people of Canada, Mexico, and the United States decided it together. Not because a billionaire with a pen and a phone thought it was a good idea.


A United Vision

Unity isn’t about erasing borders. It’s about erasing hatred. It’s about finding common ground while respecting our differences. It’s about building a future where the fires of injustice are extinguished, not fanned into flames by the greed of a few.

So let’s stand together—not as pawns in someone else’s game, but as free people, united by choice, by justice, and by hope.

Thank you.”


The crowd roars with applause, inspired by Gibson’s vision of a just and consensual unity. His words serve as both a warning and a rallying cry, urging people to demand transparency, accountability, and respect for sovereignty.