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A bitcoin-focused sitcom.
A celebrity chef, after losing his restaurant to tax evasion, uses a Bitcoin-only food truck to ignite a nationwide movement for financial freedom, leading to an epic showdown with the IRS and the Fed.
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PILOT
"COME AND GET ME"
COLD OPEN
INT. LUXURIOUS RESTAURANT - NIGHT
The scene is vibrant with the clinking of glasses and laughter. CHEF NORRIS, in his element, entertains a lively group of social media influencers, each with their phones out, live-streaming the extravaganza.
INFLUENCER 1 (excitedly)
"This is Chef Norris, everyone! The culinary genius of our time!"
Suddenly, the door bursts open. IRS agents swarm in, their badges gleaming under the restaurant's lights.
IRS AGENT (with authority)
"By the authority of the IRS, this establishment is seized for tax evasion."
Chef Norris, with a smirk, quips to the influencers:
CHEF NORRIS
"Looks like tonight's special: tyranny."
EXT. BACK ALLEY - NIGHT
Chef Norris, now outside, slams his hand against a wood-panel window, moving it just enough struggle his arm inside. Straining, he retrieves a bottle: Pappy Van Winkle. He hands it down to JOEY, his sous-chef, who's standing below.
JOEY (cheerfully)
"Ah, the little things!"
They sit, passing the bottle back and forth. An "IRS SEIZURE" sign glaring behind them on the door.
CHEF NORRIS (dejected)
"I guess this means we're finished."
A sputtering generator catches their attention. Across the street, a dilapidated kebab truck idles.
JOEY (optimistically)
"Come on. My treat. I hear the crummier the truck the better the food."
CHEF NORRIS (As he gets up)
"Not sure that's always how it works, Joey."
EXT. KEBBAB TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
They approach the truck. Crummy paint. Rust. And a plume of smoke coming out the windows that's cigarettes and not the grill. "Ke₿abs" emblazoned on the side in a big orange circle. A small "Bitcoin Only" sign on the counter. Chef Norris, intrigued, addresses the truck's chef.
CHEF NORRIS
"Bitcoin, eh?"
GREASY TRUCK MAN (laughing)
"Yeah. Fuck the gubment. I came here free and intend to stay that way."
Norris glances back at his restaurant's IRS sign, then back at the truck man.
CHEF NORRIS
"And Bitcoin does that? How does that work?"
GREASY TRUCK MAN (surprised and excited)
"How much time do you have?"
Chef Norris and Joey look at eachother. Chef holds up the Pappy Van Winkle bottle that's about half full.
GREASY TRUCK MAN
"I'll be right out."
The truck man turns off the lights, flips up a "Closed" sign, and nods towards the back of the truck.
EXT. BACK OF KEBBAB TRUCK - NIGHT
The three men sit, chatting, the bottle of Pappy Van Winkle between them, as the camera pulls away, the Bitcoin symbol glowing in the night.
FADE OUT.
TITLE CARD: DISH
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Help us get these made. Let us know if you know of any Whales looking to fund content. We've got a crackpot hollywood team (Former Apple, Studio producers and Major film crews) we just need the capital and the EPs.
A bitcoin-focused sitcom.
A celebrity chef, after losing his restaurant to tax evasion, uses a Bitcoin-only food truck to ignite a nationwide movement for financial freedom, leading to an epic showdown with the IRS and the Fed.
––
PILOT
"COME AND GET ME"
COLD OPEN
INT. LUXURIOUS RESTAURANT - NIGHT
The scene is vibrant with the clinking of glasses and laughter. CHEF NORRIS, in his element, entertains a lively group of social media influencers, each with their phones out, live-streaming the extravaganza.
INFLUENCER 1 (excitedly)
"This is Chef Norris, everyone! The culinary genius of our time!"
Suddenly, the door bursts open. IRS agents swarm in, their badges gleaming under the restaurant's lights.
IRS AGENT (with authority)
"By the authority of the IRS, this establishment is seized for tax evasion."
Chef Norris, with a smirk, quips to the influencers:
CHEF NORRIS
"Looks like tonight's special: tyranny."
EXT. BACK ALLEY - NIGHT
Chef Norris, now outside, slams his hand against a wood-panel window, moving it just enough struggle his arm inside. Straining, he retrieves a bottle: Pappy Van Winkle. He hands it down to JOEY, his sous-chef, who's standing below.
JOEY (cheerfully)
"Ah, the little things!"
They sit, passing the bottle back and forth. An "IRS SEIZURE" sign glaring behind them on the door.
CHEF NORRIS (dejected)
"I guess this means we're finished."
A sputtering generator catches their attention. Across the street, a dilapidated kebab truck idles.
JOEY (optimistically)
"Come on. My treat. I hear the crummier the truck the better the food."
CHEF NORRIS (As he gets up)
"Not sure that's always how it works, Joey."
EXT. KEBBAB TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
They approach the truck. Crummy paint. Rust. And a plume of smoke coming out the windows that's cigarettes and not the grill. "Ke₿abs" emblazoned on the side in a big orange circle. A small "Bitcoin Only" sign on the counter. Chef Norris, intrigued, addresses the truck's chef.
CHEF NORRIS
"Bitcoin, eh?"
GREASY TRUCK MAN (laughing)
"Yeah. Fuck the gubment. I came here free and intend to stay that way."
Norris glances back at his restaurant's IRS sign, then back at the truck man.
CHEF NORRIS
"And Bitcoin does that? How does that work?"
GREASY TRUCK MAN (surprised and excited)
"How much time do you have?"
Chef Norris and Joey look at eachother. Chef holds up the Pappy Van Winkle bottle that's about half full.
GREASY TRUCK MAN
"I'll be right out."
The truck man turns off the lights, flips up a "Closed" sign, and nods towards the back of the truck.
EXT. BACK OF KEBBAB TRUCK - NIGHT
The three men sit, chatting, the bottle of Pappy Van Winkle between them, as the camera pulls away, the Bitcoin symbol glowing in the night.
FADE OUT.
TITLE CARD: DISH
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Help us get these made. Let us know if you know of any Whales looking to fund content. We've got a crackpot hollywood team (Former Apple, Studio producers and Major film crews) we just need the capital and the EPs.