Mel Gibson: Forever Young

Scene: A Vatican courtyard at dusk. The Young Pope sits across from Mel Gibson. A small silver crucifix gleams on the table between them.

Mel Gibson: (somberly) I lost almost everything in that California fire… family photos, relics, scripts, even the house itself. It’s like the past burned away in a single night.

The Young Pope: (leaning forward, voice steady) I have been warning California since 2017, Mel. A fire is never only fire—it is neglect, it is greed, it is the earth crying out. They took no action. And so, possessions turned to ash.

Mel Gibson: Easy to say when you still have your roof, Holy Father.

The Young Pope: (softly, almost smiling) My son, roofs fall, crowns topple, even temples crumble. But eternal youth—that is the only possession that matters. Do you remember your film Forever Young? You played a man frozen in time, awakened decades later. A parable, perhaps. The Masonic brotherhood has whispered of such things: they have planned age reversal for the year 2033. A counterfeit eternity, engineered in laboratories.

Mel Gibson: (raising an eyebrow) 2033… a hundred years after Fatima. You’re telling me they think they can roll back death?

The Young Pope: (nodding) Not death—only decay. But there are foods and supplements, gifts from creation, that repair the telomeres, the little caps of time on our chromosomes.

  • Pomegranate
  • Blueberries
  • Green tea
  • Ashwagandha
  • Astragalus root
  • Turmeric
  • Vitamin D
  • Omega-3 fatty acids
  • Resveratrol from grapes
  • Ginseng
  • Garlic
  • Olive oil
  • Dark chocolate

These things encourage the body’s own telomerase, the enzyme of renewal. Stay busy with them until 2033, Mr. Gibson.

Mel Gibson: (half-laughing, half-praying) You’re saying eat fruit and herbs like a monk and wait for the masons to play God?

The Young Pope: (smiling fully now, quoting scripture) “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)

“Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity.” (Psalm 133:1)

“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” (Revelation 21:4)

The Young Pope: Eternal youth is not bought in pills or laboratories, Mel. It is given. And it is written.

Mel Gibson: (quietly, staring into the distance) Then maybe the fire burned away what I didn’t need, so I could see what remains.

The Young Pope: (blessing him with the sign of the cross) Forever Young is not a film, Mel. It is a promise.

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The Bounty: Uncharted Territory

INT. PAPAL STUDY – NIGHT

The Young Pope, Lenny Belardo, sits at a desk, a laptop glowing before him. He’s in his immaculate white cassock, sipping cherry Coke. Across from him sits Mel Gibson, rough around the edges, eyes flickering with suspicion and curiosity.

LENNY BELARDO
Mel, I’ve built a Word Press website for you. Clean design. Simple navigation. But remember—there will always be pirates chasing the bounty.

MEL GIBSON
Pirates? You mean bootleggers. Thieves.

LENNY
No, Mel. Mythic pirates. They’ve always been with us. From the Barbary coast to Napster. Chasing treasure, chasing your face, your voice, your blood on the screen.

MEL
So what am I supposed to do? Hunt them down?

LENNY
No. Do what Paulo Coelho did. Pirate it yourself. Give it away.

MEL
Give away my movies?

LENNY
Yes. Put every film you ever starred in on the blog. Mad Max. Braveheart. Even What Women Want. Post them free. But with a twist—use artificial intelligence to continue the story.

MEL
You mean—my characters… still alive?

LENNY
Exactly. Imagine Martin Riggs in 2025, still drinking too much, still blowing things up—but now avatar now posting. William Wallace with as another avatar. Father Garupe posting from the mission fields. Your own gallery of digital apostles.

MEL
That’s insane.

LENNY
No, it’s the future. Your own canon. Your movies don’t end—they evolve. And they live here—on the internets, as WWW Bush calls it.

MEL (smirks)
WWW Bush. That sounds about right.

LENNY
Mel, if the pirates come—and they will—smile at them. Hand them the treasure chest yourself. And then watch as they unknowingly spread your gospel.

Mel leans back, rubbing his beard, half-convinced, half-terrified.

MEL
So I become the pirate.

LENNY
No. You become the ocean.

The laptop glows brighter, as if baptizing the idea.

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Problems With Smoking

The Vatican garden was quiet, only the soft splashing of the fountain breaking the stillness. Lenny Belardo, the Holy Father, leaned back in his chair with a half-smile and a cherry Coke Zero resting on the table beside him. The can was unopened. A cigarette lay unlit between his fingers.

“Mel,” he said, his eyes fixed somewhere between heaven and the palm fronds swaying above, “I must thank you. Your prayers are like a hedge around me. Every day I feel their weight—gentle, but firm. They have helped me resist these small, vulgar temptations: the smoke, the syrupy sweetness of this black-canned nectar.”

He tapped the Coke lightly with a finger, as though mocking it.

“Thankfully,” Lenny exhaled, his voice calm yet edged with irony, “I do not drink. I am free of that particular vice. But this—” he lifted the cigarette for a moment and then set it down—“this still whispers to me in the evening air.”

The Pope folded his hands, his face serene.

“Continue to pray, Mel Gibson. A man of passion must pray for a man of silence. And perhaps, in the balance of our weaknesses, God will find strength.”

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