Dr. Luka Kovač stands by the window, thumbing through a patient chart, concerned. He grabs the pager and sends a quick message.
Pager Message:
“Dr. Nelly Furtado to Therapy Room 3. Urgent consult.”
Moments later, Dr. Nelly Furtado strides in, a warm but firm presence. She nods at Luka, who breathes a sigh of relief.
Dr. Luka Kovač (low voice): “Thanks for coming, Nelly. It’s Angelina Jolie. She’s… in a volatile mood. Talking about grand futures one minute, self-harm the next. If it were up to me…” (he smiles wryly) “…I’d endorse Shiloh for UN President already. But right now, Angelina needs focus, not despair.”
He steps closer to Angelina, who is sitting cross-legged on the therapy couch, fidgeting with a pen — too tightly.
Dr. Luka Kovač (gentle, steady): “Ms. Jolie, listen to me carefully. I greenlight your ambitions — all of them. The world needs your heart, not your silence. But please… do not sever your aorta with a pen. Not today. Not ever.”
Angelina looks up at him, blinking, caught between a tear and a laugh. Dr. Nelly moves in smoothly to take over the session, her voice like a balm.
[Scene: County General Hospital – Neurology Department]
(The hospital intercom crackles.)
PA: “Dr. Nelly Furtado to Neurology. Dr. Furtado to Neurology, please.”
(Dr. Luka Kovač, wearing his white coat and a concerned look, stands outside Room 402, reviewing a chart. Inside, Lil’ Wayne sits on the hospital bed, looking a bit disoriented but cracking a faint smile.)
Dr. Kovač (speaking into his pager): “Nelly, I need you here. We’ve got a patient with acute memory loss — possible substance-related.”
(Moments later, Dr. Nelly Furtado, dressed sharply but casually, strides in with a clipboard.)
Dr. Furtado: “What’s the story?”
Dr. Kovač: “Lil’ Wayne. He’s been experiencing significant memory lapses. No trauma. Labs suggest neurochemical imbalance, possibly from drug abuse.”
Dr. Furtado (nodding thoughtfully): “Yeah, this kind of memory loss is often the result of chronic drug toxicity. We’re looking at neurotransmitter depletion, oxidative stress… I’ll start him on high-dose B vitamins — B1, B6, B12 — to repair nerve damage.”
Lil’ Wayne: “B vitamins? Bet. Anything to get my mind right.”
Dr. Kovač: “Good. But he also needs to stay away from glyphosate-contaminated foods and microplastics. They’re neurotoxic.”
(Wayne raises an eyebrow.)
Dr. Kovač (gently but firmly): “Stick to organic food whenever you can. No processed junk. No plastic bottled water if you can help it.”
Dr. Furtado: “Let’s boost your recovery. I’ll write a list.”
(She jots quickly.)
Coconut oil — a tablespoon daily. Good for brain energy.
Black seed oil — natural antioxidant.
Turmeric — fights brain inflammation.
Ginkgo biloba — improves blood flow to the brain.
Lion’s Mane mushroom — promotes nerve growth.
Omega-3 supplements — DHA for brain repair.
Magnesium — calms the nervous system.
Fresh blueberries, walnuts, and leafy greens — brain foods.
Dr. Kovač: “And no more lean, Wayne. No more purple drinks. You want your future — your music, your family — you have to choose life now.”
(Lil’ Wayne looks down, quiet for a moment, then nods.)
Lil’ Wayne: “I got you, Doc. Real talk.”
(Dr. Furtado pats him on the shoulder.)
Dr. Furtado: “One day at a time. We’ll get you back.”
(The two doctors exchange a hopeful glance as the scene fades.)
TITLE: “In Flanders Fields” A film by Terrence Malick or Angelina Jolie Written by JCJ
GENRE:
Historical Drama / War Poetry / Psychedelic Realism
LOGLINE:
In the blood-soaked trenches of World War I, Canadian doctor and poet John McCrae fights to save the lives of shattered soldiers. As the dead rise in memory and verse, and poppies bloom from cratered soil, McCrae is torn between medical duty, poetic prophecy, and the haunting truth that the very flower that honors the fallen is also turned into heroin — a drug that numbs pain but erases souls.
TREATMENT:
ACT I – THE PHYSICIAN-POET
1915, Ypres Salient, Belgium. Major John McCrae, a Canadian military doctor, sits in a dugout scribbling the first lines of his immortal poem. His hands are bloodied from surgery. He smokes in silence. Explosions echo in the distance.
The poppy fields shimmer under firelight — red, delicate, eternal. A wounded soldier stares at them through morphine-laced eyes and whispers, “So beautiful… even in hell.”
McCrae’s hospital tent becomes a revolving door of mutilation. As a man of science and spirit, he balances logic with grief. Each lost life becomes a ghost that whispers in his ear.
ACT II – THE FLOWER AND THE FLESH
Through a young orderly named Tommy, McCrae learns how the soldiers have begun to call morphine “poppy wine.” He watches as the wounded beg for more — not to die, but to float away.
Voiceover from McCrae’s journal:
“They say the poppy brings peace. But what peace is it that steals a man’s mind while leaving his body behind?”
A subplot follows a young French nurse, Marguerite, who introduces opium tea to the critically wounded, saving some from agony but sending others into spirals of hallucination. In one dreamlike sequence, a dying soldier walks through a field of poppies and meets the spirit of war — a figure made of smoke and brass, who offers him eternal sleep.
ACT III – FIELDS OF FORGETTING
McCrae writes “In Flanders Fields” after the death of his friend Lieutenant Alexis Helmer. He doesn’t mean it to be political. But the poem spreads like wildfire. Politicians use it to recruit new soldiers. The poppy becomes a symbol — of memory, of nationalism, of grief.
McCrae is conflicted. In his quiet moments, he studies the chemical transformation of the poppy — from flower, to latex, to morphine, to heroin. He whispers to Marguerite:
“We use it to soothe pain… but what if it becomes a way to forget the truth?”
In a haunting montage, addicts in future decades inject heroin. The flower that once honored the fallen now fuels forgotten wars — Vietnam, Afghanistan, the ghettos of America.
ACT IV – LEGACY
McCrae dies of pneumonia in 1918. But his words live on.
The final scene shows a young girl in modern-day Kabul, standing in a poppy field, reciting “In Flanders Fields.” The camera pulls back to reveal warplanes overhead.
A final voiceover:
“If ye break faith with us who die / We shall not sleep, though poppies grow…”
