Marija: waving a Star magazine “Joe… you know I love Angelina and JLO the most. They’ve always been my favorites. But peace sells… and who’s buying? No one! Time for your meds.”
Joe: picking up a crumpled magazine from the trash “Mom… you should’ve saved your Star magazines instead of throwing them out. They’re collector’s items! I could’ve scanned them, made something real from them.”
Marija: furiously scratching a new scratch-and-win card “Joe… Star magazine is a waste of money! Unlike this!” she holds up her card triumphantly “My new investment!”
Joe: groans, rubbing his forehead “Yeah… like Kanye says, the lottery is just there to tease you. You’ll never hit the jackpot. Peace, fame… it’s all the same.”
Marija: ignoring him, scratching faster “And Nelly? She better be serious about marriage and family, or she’s out.”
Joe: grinning confidently “Mom… I was Nelly Furtado’s dance partner, remember? She’s the only one I’m serious about—and the only one I’ll let in the house. She’s serious about marriage and family, Mom. That’s why she counts.”
Marija: crosses arms, sighing “Get serious, Joe… stop daydreaming. I’ve put up with your fantasies for 28 years, letting you rent this room, build your websites, and pretend you’re changing the world. Peace sells… but who’s buying? No one!”
Joe: leaning against the wall, muttering “I know, Mom… but someone has to try, right?”
Marija: snapping her fingers, pointing at him “Your dad says it best: there has always been war, and there will always be war. The world doesn’t stop for dreamers.”
Joe: straightening up, determined “I get it, Mom. But it wasn’t a waste of time. Yugoslavia has had peace for 26 years thanks to my Gospa page and the United Nations. Those pages I built, the work I did—they helped people see that peace is possible. Small victories count, Mom. It matters.”
Marija: pauses, frowning but intrigued “Hmph… 26 years, you say? That’s… something, I suppose.”
Joe: “Exactly! And I can keep building, Mom. I’ll help Angelina, Jennifer… your favorites… in ways that actually matter. And I’ll make money too. Show me the money, and I can skip the meds. Even better—I’ll be quiet, headphones on, polyphasic sleep style.”
Marija: raising an eyebrow “Poly… what now?”
Joe: “Polyphasic. Multiple short sleeps. Keeps me sharp under pressure. Like Da Vinci or Michelangelo under Pope Leo. If you let me work day and night, I’ll turn ideas into results—and I won’t touch your scratch cards or your Star magazines.”
Marija: snorts, smirking “Alright, soldier. Show me results, make the money… and maybe you skip the meds. But if you touch another scratch-and-win, I swear I’ll hide your headphones too.”
Joe: salutes dramatically “Yes, ma’am! Operation ‘Mom-Approved Peace, Profits, Celebrity Intel, Collector’s Star Magazines, and UN-Gospa Glory’ is officially underway. Day and night, polyphasic style, headphones secured, scratch cards respected, Star magazines scanned in my dreams.”
Marija: laughing, scratching another card “Now get moving! Time waits for no daydreamer—even one quoting Kanye or thinking he can dance his way to world peace.”
Joe: “Copy that, Mom… Nelly, your favorite stars, UN peace, Yugoslavia, and maybe even a jackpot… here YUGO!”
Angelina Jolie:
“Dear Marija,
Joe showed me your conversation.
I wanted to say something to you personally.
I asked Joe for a snake protector and a pet Cro, and he promised to help.
But more importantly, I want you to know that people who dream about peace are not crazy.
The peace in the Balkans proved that.
Sometimes the most valuable things in the world cannot be bought.
You cannot put a price on peace, Mrs. Jukic.
— Angelina”
Marija: stares at the screen in disbelief “Angelina Jolie… is writing to me?”
Joe: smiling proudly “See, Mama? Peace sells.”
Marija: slowly puts down the scratch ticket “Hmm… maybe keep working with your headphones tonight.”
Joe: “No meds?”
Marija: “We’ll see. First show me the money.”
Joe: salutes “Operation Peace continues.”
Marija: grabs another scratch ticket “But if Angelina visits this house… she better bring Jennifer Lopez too.”
Joe: “Mama!”
Marija’s Kitchen – Vancouver Evening
Marija Bošković wipes her hands on a dish towel and looks at Joe with the expression only a mother can give when she thinks her son is chasing a storm.
Marija:
“Joe, listen to your mother. This Puerto Rican sterilization movie of yours… it will never work. That woman, Jennifer Lopez, she wants happy stories. Singing, dancing, glamour. She performs at Caesars Palace for people like Donald Trump. They pay her well to smile and entertain. Why would she agree to such a dark history?”
Joe leans back in his chair and smiles the way someone does when they think they know a secret.
Joe:
“Mama, you’re thinking like a fan. I’m thinking like a filmmaker.”
Marija:
“A filmmaker who has not convinced the star.”
Joe:
“Not yet. But you’re wrong about JLO. Sure, she loves to sing and dance. That’s what made her famous. But deep down she’s hungry for something bigger.”
Marija:
“Bigger than Las Vegas money?”
Joe:
“Bigger than money. An Academy Award.”
Marija raises an eyebrow.
Joe:
“Look at Hollywood history, Mama. When actors want respect, they take a serious role. A painful story. Something that makes people uncomfortable. A movie about the forced sterilization of Puerto Rican women? That’s not just a movie — that’s history. That’s the kind of role that wins Oscars.”
Marija shakes her head slowly.
Marija:
“You always think the world wants to hear painful truths.”
Joe:
“Sometimes they don’t. But the Academy does. Imagine the headline: Jennifer Lopez transforms herself in a dramatic role about Puerto Rican history. Suddenly she’s not just a performer. She’s a serious actress.”
Marija sighs and pours coffee.
Marija:
“You dream big, my son.”
Joe lifts the cup.
Joe:
“Dreams built Hollywood, Mama. And sometimes the girl who sings and dances… wants the golden statue.”
Marija smiles a little despite herself.
Marija:
“If she wins this statue, Joe, you will tell them your mother doubted you.”
Joe:
“I’ll tell them my Mama kept my feet on the ground while I aimed for the sky.” ⭐
Joe refreshes the comment section on Angelina’s vlog. A new reply appears from Angelina Jolie.
Angelina’s Comment – angelinajolie.website
“Joe, Marija — I read your conversation and I want to say something.
People assume that Jennifer Lopez only wants to sing and dance. She’s an incredible performer, but great performers also look for roles that challenge them.
And I’ll admit something myself — I’m hungry too.
Not just for a good story, but for history to change. Only a few women have ever won Best Director at the Academy Awards, and that needs to change.
If Jennifer wanted to take on a powerful dramatic role about Puerto Rican history, I would absolutely be interested in directing her. Stories about injustice and resilience matter, especially when they come from communities whose voices were ignored.
Sometimes the darkest chapters of history produce the most meaningful films.
So Joe — don’t stop pitching the idea. Hollywood changes because someone refuses to stop talking about the story.”
Joe grins and turns the laptop toward his mother.
Joe:
“Mama… look. Now we have a director.”
Marija squints at the screen.
Marija:
“The world is strange. First you chase an actress, now you catch a director.”
Joe laughs.
Joe:
“Not just any director. An Oscar-hungry one.” 🎬
THE OPERATION
Directed by Angelina Jolie
Written by Joseph C. Jukic
BLACK SCREEN
White text slowly fades in.
“Canta, oh mujer estéril.”
“Tú que nunca diste a luz.”
— Isaías 54:3
The words remain for a moment.
Silence.
Then—
A faint heartbeat monitor.
A woman quietly singing a lullaby in Spanish.
EXT. MONTAÑAS DE PUERTO RICO – AMANECER
La niebla se levanta sobre colinas verdes.
Gallos cantan.
Niños corren por un camino de tierra.
Una mujer joven, MARÍA, carga una canasta de fruta.
Su vientre está ligeramente redondeado.
Está embarazada.
La canción de cuna continúa suavemente.
INT. CLÍNICA DEL GOBIERNO – MAÑANA
La canción se detiene.
Luces fluorescentes frías.
Instrumentos quirúrgicos de metal.
Un ventilador viejo gira lentamente.
MARÍA está acostada en una camilla.
Confundida.
Un DOCTOR con bata blanca prepara instrumentos.
Dos FUNCIONARIOS DEL GOBIERNO observan en silencio.
María se incorpora un poco.
MARÍA
(en español)
Doctor… yo vine por medicina para el dolor.
¿Por qué necesito una operación?
El doctor no responde.
Una ENFERMERA ajusta las correas en la camilla.
María empieza a entrar en pánico.
MARÍA
No… espere…
No firmé nada…
El doctor hace una señal con la cabeza.
La enfermera baja una máscara de anestesia.
MARÍA
¡No! ¡Por favor!
Su voz se apaga lentamente.
El monitor marca el ritmo de su corazón.
Bip.
Bip.
Bip.
INT. ESTUDIO DE GRABACIÓN – NOCHE – AÑOS DESPUÉS
Un micrófono iluminado.
Una voz poderosa canta.
Es NELLY FURTADO.
Canta una melodía triste en español.
Detrás del vidrio del estudio, ISABELLA CRUZ (JENNIFER LOPEZ) escucha.
Frente a ella hay un archivo grueso de documentos.
En la portada:
PROGRAMA DE CONTROL DE POBLACIÓN
CONFIDENCIAL
Isabella abre el archivo.
Fotos antiguas.
Mujeres en camillas de hospital.
Formularios firmados con X.
Cientos.
Tal vez miles.
La canción termina.
Nelly se quita los audífonos y entra a la sala.
Nota la expresión en el rostro de Isabella.
NELLY
¿Qué pasa?
Isabella empuja el archivo hacia ella.
ISABELLA
No es una teoría.
Silencio.
ISABELLA (CONT.)
Pasó de verdad.
Nelly mira las fotos.
Sus ojos se abren con incredulidad.
NELLY
¿Cuántas?
Isabella respira profundo.
ISABELLA
Cientos de miles.
Silencio pesado.
Las luces de Las Vegas brillan a través de la ventana del estudio.
Nelly levanta la mirada.
NELLY
Entonces…
¿qué hacemos?
Isabella cierra el archivo con determinación.
ISABELLA
Contamos la historia.
Se miran.
Una decisión se toma.
ISABELLA (CONT.)
Y cuando el mundo la escuche…
Pausa.
ISABELLA (CONT.)
…nadie podrá fingir que no pasó.
Corte a negro.
TÍTULO
LA OPERACIÓN
THE OPERATION
Directed by Angelina Jolie
Written by Joseph C. Jukic
BLACK SCREEN
White text slowly fades in.
“Sing, O barren woman.”
“You who never bore a child.”
— Isaiah 54:3
The words remain for a moment.
Silence.
Then—
A faint heartbeat monitor.
A woman softly singing a lullaby.
EXT. PUERTO RICO MOUNTAINS – SUNRISE
Mist rises over green hills.
Roosters crow.
Children run along a dirt road.
A young woman, MARIA, carries a basket of fruit.
Her belly is slightly rounded.
She is pregnant.
The lullaby continues softly.
INT. GOVERNMENT CLINIC – MORNING
The lullaby stops.
Cold fluorescent lights buzz.
Metal surgical instruments sit on a tray.
An old fan turns slowly in the corner.
MARIA lies on a medical table.
Confused.
A DOCTOR in a white coat prepares instruments.
Two GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS stand nearby watching silently.
Maria lifts her head.
MARIA
Doctor… I came here for medicine for my pain.
Why do I need an operation?
The doctor does not answer.
A NURSE tightens the straps on the table.
Maria begins to panic.
MARIA
No… wait…
I didn’t sign anything…
The doctor nods.
The nurse lowers an anesthesia mask.
MARIA
No! Please!
Her voice slowly fades.
The heart monitor continues.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
INT. RECORDING STUDIO – NIGHT – YEARS LATER
A microphone stands under a spotlight.
A powerful voice sings.
It is Nelly Furtado.
She sings a sad song.
Behind the studio glass, ISABELLA CRUZ (Jennifer Lopez) listens carefully.
On the table in front of her is a large folder of documents.
Across the cover it says:
POPULATION CONTROL PROGRAM
CONFIDENTIAL
Isabella opens the folder.
Old photographs.
Women lying on hospital beds.
Consent forms signed with X marks.
Hundreds.
Maybe thousands.
The song ends.
Nelly removes her headphones and walks into the room.
She notices Isabella’s expression.
NELLY
What’s wrong?
Isabella slides the folder toward her.
ISABELLA
It’s not a conspiracy.
Silence.
ISABELLA (CONT’D)
It really happened.
Nelly studies the photos.
Her eyes widen.
NELLY
How many?
Isabella takes a breath.
ISABELLA
Hundreds of thousands.
A heavy silence fills the room.
The lights of Las Vegas shine outside the window.
Nelly looks up.
NELLY
So… what do we do?
Isabella closes the folder with determination.
ISABELLA
We tell the story.
They look at each other.
A decision has been made.
ISABELLA (CONT’D)
And when the world hears it…
Pause.
ISABELLA (CONT’D)
…no one will be able to pretend it never happened.
CUT TO BLACK.
TITLE
THE OPERATION
Speech by Solid Snake
People think soldiers only fight on battlefields.
But sometimes the real battle is against forgetting.
I’ve spent my life uncovering secrets—governments, weapons, lies buried so deep people stop asking questions. In the shadows of wars and intelligence agencies, I learned something important: history can be hidden, but it can’t stay buried forever.
There’s a story most people don’t know.
In the 20th century, thousands of women in Puerto Rico were sterilized—many without fully understanding what was happening to them. It was called progress. Population control. Modern medicine. But for many women it meant something else: their future taken away without their consent.
That kind of history doesn’t disappear.
It waits.
I’m working on a film to tell that story. Not to reopen wounds—but to acknowledge them. Because the truth buried underground will always find its way back to the light.
I’m not doing it alone. The goal is to work with the United Nations and the people who believe that human dignity matters more than political convenience. The world can’t move forward if it refuses to look at its own past.
Some people will say it’s dangerous to dig up old secrets.
They said the same thing about every truth that ever challenged power.
But history isn’t a weapon.
It’s a warning.
If we pretend dark chapters never happened, we give them permission to happen again. The real mission isn’t revenge. It’s memory.
So this movie isn’t about blame.
It’s about courage—the courage of women who lived through it, and the courage of people willing to tell the truth.
I’ve fought a lot of enemies in my life.
Armies. Machines. Systems built to control information.
But the hardest enemy to defeat is silence.
And this time, we’re not staying silent. 🐍
Jennifer Lopez: “Mrs. Jukic, I have to be honest… I am sick and tired of the bread and circuses. The songs, the shows, the Vegas lights… they entertain, yes, but they don’t save anyone. Tonight, I want to be saved. I need to do something real.”
Marija Boskovic: “Jennifer… saved? Saved from what?”
Jennifer Lopez: “Saved from the noise, the distractions, the endless applause. I’ve had my eye on a project for a long time—a movie about Puerto Rico, its history, its struggles, its people. Not the glamorous side, Mama, the truth that’s been hidden.”
Marija: “Puerto Rico… that is dark territory, Jennifer. Are you sure?”
Jennifer Lopez: “Yes. And I’ve been thinking about the people who could help make this story shine. Lin-Manuel Miranda—he knows the soul of Puerto Rico. Rita Moreno—she could bring gravitas and history. Benicio del Toro—he understands how to portray struggle with dignity. And even Daddy Yankee—he could bridge the culture for the younger generation. Together, we could tell the story no one else has dared to tell.”
Marija: “And you think this will… save you?”
Jennifer Lopez: “Not just me, Mama. Maybe it can save a piece of history, remind people who have been forgotten that they are not invisible. Tonight, I want to stop just performing and start revealing. I want to be part of something that matters.”
Marija Boskovic: “Jennifer… if you’re going to tell this story, it should have a song that breaks the heart, not just stirs applause. Ricky Martin… he could give it that deep, aching sadness the history deserves.”
Jennifer Lopez: “Ricky Martin… yes, his voice could carry the weight of what we’re trying to show. A song that doesn’t just entertain, Mama—it aches, it remembers, it mourns.”
Marija: “Exactly. Let the music mourn with the people. That’s how the story will reach their hearts.”
Jennifer Lopez: “Then that’s what we’ll do. The story, the faces, the music… it all has to speak truth. No distractions. No bread and circuses.”
“Every mission has its shadows… and its tools. For this story, we can’t leave anything to chance. We’ll use Grok to analyze the buried truths, Gemini to simulate every visual angle, Copilot to code interactive sequences, ChatGPT to craft the dialogue that carries the message, DeepSeek to dig into archives the world forgot, Alice AI to map out narrative possibilities… and Nano Banana to detect the smallest threads of truth hiding in the noise. Each AI has a purpose. Alone, they are powerful. Together, they’ll bring a dark history into the light, and nothing can stop the mission from unfolding.”
Angelina Jolie: “Marija, it’s unbelievable… every star in Los Angeles had their homes burned down just to install mass transit. Every house along the transit lines—gone. All of it.”
Marija: “Burned down? That sounds… extreme.”
Angelina Jolie: “I know it sounds crazy, but think about it—heat cannons, maybe? Something powerful enough to demolish anything in the way. It’s dangerous, yes… but there’s a method. Safety in numbers is key. East Vancouver? That could be a sanctuary until Los Angeles gets sorted out.”
Marija: “And you’d actually move there?”
Angelina Jolie: “Absolutely. I’d love to be Lady Gaga’s neighbor. Even Corey Feldman—I don’t discriminate. Unlike Perez Hilton and all those tabloid bloggers, I don’t care who’s A-list or Z-list. People are people. And here, I could take the SkyTrain to the Vancouver movie studios… instead of crawling along the freeways in my metal coffin of a car back in LA.”
Marija: “Sounds… peaceful.”
Angelina Jolie: “Exactly. Peaceful, efficient, and honest. That’s the dream.”