INT. AIRPORT BATHROOM - NIGHT
We SEE the bathroom door open. A MAN (25) enters, holding a gun. He looks under the bathroom stall partition. A second MAN enters, this one a guard (27). The first man conceals his gun. He leaves the room, passing the guard. The guard follows him. The door closes.
INT. BATHROOM STALL - NIGHT
We SEE a MAN in business clothes (55). He sits on a toilet in a stall. Standing, he looks over the partition. The door remains closed. No one is there. He turns toward the back of the stall. A laptop rests on the back of the toilet. He taps its recorder. We HEAR him speak.
He clicks on the recorder. He uploads the file to the directory.
INT. BUSINESS JET - NIGHT
After having the cabin checked for recording devices, OZZ settles at his desk, exhausted from stress. He wonders when it will all end, when he will finish. The image of the man's gun still clear in his mind, OZZ considers ramping up his security team. He struggles with his decision, freedom and privacy so important to him.
He takes from his laptop bag a narrow wooden box and then from it a clear, glass bottle. On the side of the bottle is white text: Whiskey. He takes from the box a red velvet cloth-towel and places it beside the bottle. Whiskey text is printed on it too. He then takes two crystal rock glasses from the box and carefully places each on the cloth. He pours a shot into each glass and then lifts one of the glasses, consuming its contents before placing its heavy bottom on the velvet cloth.
OZZ carries this boxed whiskey-kit everywhere he goes. Inside the jet’s main cabin, the kit’s velvet cloth-towel matches perfectly the cabin’s rich, red walls, while the box itself is taken from the same dark wood framing the hand-crafted island bar on the other end of the cabin. Three heavy steel barstools - topped with red velvet covered cushions - line the bar, rarely used. Thick, dark books span floor-to-ceiling to his right, gold lettering on each matching the frame of a large gilded mirror on the left. The pilot’s cabin is on the far side of the bar, accessible by only one door, while his bed and bathroom are situated behind him, also accessible by one door.
As the whiskey kicks in, he relaxes somewhat. His thoughts shift. All will work out. He will launch his bank. He will give people a say in the future of their world. He types the first DRAFT.
INT. LAPTOP SCREEN – NIGHT
We SEE a DRAFT document on a laptop screen:
1.0 – INTRODUCTION
2.0 – IT’S ALL ABOUT THEM
3.0 – CHRISTIAN'S COURT CASE
4.0 – PROBLEMS WITH BOTH
5.0 – THE FUTURE IS OURS
6.0 – THE APP TO GET IN
7.0 – PAY US TO SAY SO
8.0 – DATA BANKING
9.0 – CONCLUSION
INT. BUSINESS JET – NIGHT
He stops typing and then uploads the draft file into a secure location on the back of his web site administrator where he keeps all his draft documents. He takes a deep breath, clearing his thoughts, relaxing his shoulders. He rolls his chair back a bit, and still smiling, replaces the bottle’s lid and places the bottle back in the tall compartment of the box. He lifts the second glass. To OZZshow, he says out loud, the hum of jet engines couching his words. He stands up, smiling, his thoughts tempered until his eyes fill with tears. To OZZshow, he repeats, choking a bit.
Although he has become the world’s most powerful man, the Founder of The Bank, the world’s largest financial institution, he had set out to achieve so much more. After building his first bank, he began to invest in others. Before long he owned more and more. His mission all along was to help people move up by investing in ideas, but each time he tried, he ran into roadblocks. Over time - through employees loyal to him – OZZ learned of people working behind the scenes against his mission. OZZ had trusted them to do the work but they didn’t. As time rolled on he referred to them as They, frequently adding rude adjectives for emphasis that he often thought but rarely shared.
Still driven by the belief that he would find the right people, OZZ continued to grow the business, each time selling shares to capitalize acquisitions. But in most cases, selling shares means giving voting power away to They, or to those people he’d rather not describe publicly. Selling shares means giving up control of his mission.
Still standing, he abruptly grabs the bottle from the box again and removing the cap, drinks from it in one quick, saloon style motion. He pours another shot in one of the empty glasses. He calms, and with the care of a Swiss watchmaker, places the lid back on the bottle and then places the bottle back in the box.
The jet begins to move down the runway for take off. He sits at his desk again, staring at the laptop screen. He sucks back the contents of the glass, feeling his blood flow freely through his veins. Grabbing a pen, he sketches on the back of a note pad, three squares, each representing a web site, similar to the one he had created the night before. Details are unclear at this stage, but there’s definitely three. Three sub-domains maybe. He takes a photo with his cell phone and then texts it to his design team.
Thinking about them always upsets him, but there’s still time. He hasn’t given up control. He takes a deep breath and looking at the time displayed on his laptop, thinks ahead to the AGM, scheduled in two weeks. They’ll lick their lips in anticipation of the next sale. More shares means more votes, more votes means more resources for Them to manipulate. The sharks are circling. Unless he can increase cash flow, he’ll be forced to sell, he’ll lose control and they’ll send the world into a tailspin. Cash flow retains power for OZZ, power he needs to push these vicious wolves back into the forest, or are the sharks? Doesn't matter. They suck.
His thoughts scramble, but his vision doesn’t suck. His vision will suck the life out of them by transferring power from these predators to people who matter. Honest people who work. The kind, the gracious. People who live in a place of fairness and honour. He can see his vision in action, in his mind’s eye. The OZZshow is a game changer. The app is a game changer. The bank is a game changer. But he needs time and help. He needs to finish its overview, and he needs to bring people from around the world into the equation to shape it. He looks forward to his meeting with Michael in London. Michael will bring the right people in. Michael is someone he can trust.