Katniss Molotov and Comrade Jozo

Katniss Molotov

A Revolutionary Screenplay

FADE IN:

EXT. EAST VANCOUVER – NIGHT

The neon lights of a dozen BANK MACHINES hum in the darkness. A camera pans across shattered bottles on the ground—empty beer cans everywhere, but not a single glass bottle in sight.

JOZO (30s, weary but fiery) kicks the ground.

JOZO
(angrily)
Damn it, Katniss! Not a single glass bottle left in East Van. How do you fight the capitalist machine without glass for a Molotov?

KATNISS MOLOTOV (20s, leather jacket, fire in her eyes) lights a cigarette, smirking.

KATNISS
If the bankers think they can chain us down with plastic bottles and debit fees…
(leans in)
We’ll just break their machines another way.

They both pull out a tube of industrial SUPERGLUE.

KATNISS & JOZO
(in unison, yelling at the ATM)
TO EACH ACCORDING TO ABILITY, AND TO EACH ACCORDING TO THEIR NEED!

Katniss glues every button on the ATM keypad. Jozo slathers glue into the card slot with a wild laugh.

CUT TO:

INT. SAFEWAY SUPERMARKET – EAST VAN – DAY

Chaos and joy intermingle. The ATM lines are gone. Shoppers stand around confused.

SUNDEEP (25, Safeway clerk with a mop, anarchist at heart) rips off his work vest, storms into the manager’s booth, and cranks the stereo system.

LOUDSPEAKER:
Rage Against the Machine’s “Killing in the Name” BLASTS.

Sundeep grabs the mic.

SUNDEEP
SCREAMS:
JUST TAKE WHAT YOU NEED!
There’s enough for everyone’s needs—not their greed!

Crowds CHEER. People start sharing food, loading carts carefully, no cash registers ringing. Honor system activated.

CUT TO:

EXT. SAFEWAY PARKING LOT – NIGHT

Communal fires burn in metal barrels. Neighbors trade bread for beans, milk for rice. No one goes hungry.

SEAN PENN (60s, dressed in a red commissar coat, cigar in hand) struts in.

SEAN PENN
Comrades, tonight we feast. But if anyone hoards… I’ll be the one to decide.

Everyone laughs nervously but then nods.

Sean Penn picks up a bag of chips from a man holding five.

SEAN PENN
One for you. Four for the people.

The crowd ROARS with approval.

MONTAGE:

– Children eat fresh fruit under street murals of Marx and Che.
– Old ladies laugh, trading bread loaves like baseball cards.
– The Safeway shelves empty perfectly—nothing wasted, nothing hoarded.
– Graffiti spreads across East Van walls: “EAT THE RICH, FEED THE POOR.”

NARRATOR (V.O.)

That night, East Van turned into a paradise.
Everyone had a full belly.
And not a single scrap of food went to waste.

FADE OUT.

TITLE CARD:
The night of the revolution was only the beginning…

Featured Artist: Katniss Molotov

[Interior: A dimly lit studio filled with canvases, sculptures, and half-burned candles. The smell of paint and smoke lingers in the air. Katniss Molotov pulls a cloth off a large canvas, revealing a fiery explosion of color—red, black, and gold colliding like a revolution frozen in time.]

Katniss Molotov:
Well, Joe… here it is. My latest piece. I call it Ashes Before Dawn.

Joe Jukic:
(steps closer, eyes narrowing)
Looks like a city burning… but also rising. There’s something almost alive in it.

Katniss:
That’s the point. Destruction and rebirth. Every empire falls, but the sparks always feed the next fire.

Joe:
(smiles)
That’s you all over, Katniss. Flames and fists. It feels like you’re painting a manifesto.

Katniss:
Maybe I am. I want people to feel shaken when they see my work. To stop pretending life is safe, neat, or quiet.

Joe:
(runs his hand along the edge of the canvas)
It’s raw. Like it was painted with gunpowder and tears.

Katniss:
(laughs)
Close enough. There’s charcoal from a protest fire mixed in the paint. Real smoke, real rage.

Joe:
Of course there is. You’re not the type to just buy paint off a shelf. You’ve got to make it bleed first.

Katniss:
(locks eyes with him)
And you—you’ve got to make sure people see it. You’ve got the words, Joe. I’ve got the fire. Together, maybe we can burn a hole through the silence.

Joe:
(nods slowly, almost reverently)
Then let’s do it. Let’s set the canvas on the world and see if it catches.