- Screenplays & Story Treatments
- The Next Morning
The Next Morning (Groundhog Day for Cartels and Money Launderers)
A man wakes up, walks down the stairs and steps on broken glass. He turns on the lights and realizes it’s just a dream. It’s not even his house. Out of curiosity he explores the damage - whoa! What happened here!? As he explores, some bad guys show up and accost him using a name not his own. They rough him up and pester him for information. He discerns that he’s a major player, and after they leave he looks for photos, trying to piece together who, what, how and when. He’s in the ‘where’. The bad guys return and nonchalantly kill him. He wakes from that dream sweating bullets.
The next morning the man wakes up, walks down stairs, steps on broken glass. This triggers his memory, so he hides just before the bad guys show up. He finds two kids in a closet, but they are too terrified to respond. The bad guys hear him and kill him. He wakes up from that dream.
The next morning the man wakes up, walks down the stairs, puts on shoes, grabs the kids, gets into one of the cars in the large garage and is backing out when the bad guys show up and kill him. He wakes up from that dream sweating a little less.
The next morning the man wakes up, puts on shoes, searches for weapons, finds them, forgets the ammo, ‘click’, and the bad guys kill him.
The next morning he gets the guns, loads the ammo, kills the bad guys, grabs the kids, drives away, runs into 2 other bad guys a few miles from the large house, and they kill him.
The next morning he tells the kids to tell him where to drive, but they’re too terrified to tell him. He takes the first turn, runs into a bad guy parked in his car and kills him. He drives into town and sees that all signs are in Spanish. He drops the kids off at the policia estacion and the policia kill him.
The next morning he gets the guns, drives into town, and hides on the beach. He robs someone who recognizes him, he runs, the policia find him and kill him.
The next morning he sneaks around town, breaks into a nice beachside house and sees himself for the first time. He shaves, cuts his hair, changes clothes, steals money, walks on the beach with a hat and sunglasses. He comes across a newspaper, finds a computer cafe, reads the English version and finds out that 1) there’s a massive manhunt for him; 2) he’s second in command in the Sinaloa drug cartel; 3) he’s outed as a DEA informant; 4) he can’t believe how beautiful his house was because it was bombed. Wife is dead and his 2 children are missing. He had found the panic room, which is why the kids let him in.
As he’s reading, two policia enter the cafe and sit down next to him. One of them recognizes him, which leads to a shootout. He’s killed again and wakes up with the dream fresh in mind. He’s starting to see the big picture.
In his regular life he is a banker for an international bank in New York. He’s brought into a meeting with new clients from Sinaloa who happen to be the lawyers for the Sinaloa cartel. He’s shocked and excuses himself for a moment to compose himself. Had to use the bathroom. In the bathroom he has flashbacks to his dreams and has an idea how to buy some “insurance” but the next morning that gets him killed. Then he decides to steal their money outright, but that also gets him killed as the money laundering in Mexico is an extremely tight operation. He decides to turn DEA informant, but the DEA doesn’t bite. As a cartel member he also tells the DEA who in turn snitch on him because they’re in on the laundering, too.
Then he wises up. He creates access to the cartel guy that he is in the dream and writes it on his palm, but that doesn’t work so he’s killed again. The next morning he finds a way to mail the info to someone in that country where he can access.
At first he’s thinking a few million dollars, but over the course of the month as a banker he discovers that over $300 million per month is flowing into the bank. He decides that he’s going to burn the whole operation to the ground and burn the DEA agents, too, by creating accounts for them which he uses to buy them off and document it. As banker he gives the documentation to the FBI.
When another cartel threatens him as banker, he arranges for RFID chips to be embedded into their skin. Thus, as cartel he is able to track their whereabouts AND electronically fence them in, and out of his area. He tips the FBI again, who tips the good guys at the DEA and there’s a massive shoot-out that eliminates the cartel.
Since his life is no longer threatened, his waking life quickly fades and his dream life grows stronger. With billions of cartel money he starts his own hedge fund based in Sinaloa and commences building schools, parks, business labs, and free health clinics to serve the community.
He grows old and dies as his dream identity. At the moment of his death, he wakes into a new dream as a new person. Surely different challenges await.