during the Cuban missile crisis
Felipe sat across from Joe in their usual café booth, the steam from their espressos curling up like slow-motion smoke signals.
“So,” Joe said, tapping the table with a kind of cinematic rhythm, “Che’s Rosary. Thirteen tense days of the Cuban missile crisis, but told through the eyes of… Che Guevara himself. I’m talking shadow diplomacy, secret prayers, and the beads in his hand clicking with every step toward nuclear midnight.”
Felipe smirked. “Sounds like you want to make The Godfather of Cold War films.”
Joe leaned in, grinning. “Exactly. Only difference is, in this one, Che’s rosary is both a weapon and a peace offering. And you know who plays the covert U.S. journalist who ends up crossing paths with Che?”
Felipe raised an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Rosario Dawson.”
Felipe blinked. “The Rosario Dawson?”
“The one and only,” Joe said, nodding gravely, as if this were classified information. “And here’s the thing—there’s this scene, right before the climax, where your character—”
“My character?”
“Yeah, you’re in it now—your character has to toast the absurdity of the propaganda machine. And you do it by saying…” Joe tapped the table for emphasis.
Felipe rolled his eyes. “I know where this is going.”
Joe just smiled, waiting.
Felipe sighed, leaning back in his chair. “…Hooray for Hollywood.”
It came out slow, reluctant, like a soldier saluting a general he didn’t fully respect.
Joe chuckled. “Perfect. Only for Rosario, right?”
Felipe gave a wry grin. “Only for Rosario.”
I’ll only do it if it shows the Peruvian marching powder
What are my lines?
oh, u are writing them as we speak.
my bad
Revelation 6:15 The kings of the earth, the nobles,
the military officers, the rich, the powerful,
and every slave and free person
hid themselves in caves and among mountain crags.
you had a good plan Che….nuke the statue of liberty, destroy the american wonder
María Del Carmen “Chichina” Ferreyra. The young lovers met in the October of 1950 at a family friend’s wedding. Chichina was a strikingly beautiful 16 year old who belonged to one of the wealthiest families in Cordoba.
INT. Cuban Fall out Cave
Che: i will not say the rosary Rosario
Rosario: Say it. Ask Jesus mother.
Che: What is so special about his mother?
Rosario: Jezuz would do anything for his mother
Che: Can he alter the stars? Change the wrorld? At the end of the world?
Rosario: She is the Queen of Peace. Now PRAY
che. I want victory not peace with these american pigs
*Rosario Hits che in the shoulder*
Rosario: quet, now pray!
Che. Hail mary….
rosarios: Now the father’s prayer
Che: our Father……forgive us our debrs as we forgive our debtors.
— the script so far.
TELL ME my future
tell the truth on the heart of your mother mary.
Does Technique even get to have a son. or does he get put in the nut house or assassinated?
Rosario and Felipe, let my son direct the Cuban missile crisis film and he will put the movie online. That way you can completely dodge Zionist Hollywood, which Mr. Coronel despises.
People in Canada call me a communist sympathizer because i was a Yugoslavian school teacher.
My son Joseph knows how to make money from adsense and amazon. He keeps telling me youtube and apple swindle their artists with .007 cents a stream payouts.
@Rosario Tech runs the South American Union. He does not get assassinated or put in the nut house.