🎬 SCENE: "RED SILENCE"
[INT. PALACE – ALIA'S CHAMBER – NIGHT]
A grand, regal room. A chandelier casts a soft golden glow. Outside the window, the Russian night lies heavy, smoky.
ALIA sits on a royal high-back sofa. She wears a red silk nightgown—soft like whispering velvet, yet dazzling in its elegance. The long, flowing part of her gown trails onto the floor like a river of blood.
She smiles — that familiar half-smile, full of confidence, touched with irony.
A bodyguard steps forward and silently offers her a golden lighter.
ALIA lifts a slender, expensive cigarette to her lips. She lights it slowly.
Click.
A long drag.
She closes her eyes and exhales — smoke curling around her face like a royal mist.
ALIA (to herself)
"Everyone wants war. No one understands the aftermath."
She takes another drag. This time, her eyes open. Her gaze is fixed ahead—but it seems to pierce through a thousand miles. Is she seeing Victor? Or the abyss of the future?
A radio tone hums faintly in the distance.
ALIA flicks her ash and says slowly:
ALIA
"Tell them... I'm not done yet."
[CAMERA PANS OUT] — Alia sits in a haze of red smoke, like a goddess—or a terrifying strategist—an invisible queen between kings and soldiers.
CUT TO BLACK.
🎬 SCENE: "KNOW YOUR QUEEN"
[INT. ALIA'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – NIGHT]
Alia sits gracefully on her royal sofa. She wears a red satin nightgown; its soft train sprawls over the floor.
Soft classical French music plays in the background.
Standing before her is YASH, her oldest bodyguard. His forehead glistens with sweat. He holds a report. His face is furrowed with worry.
YASH
"Boss… I was wondering… I mean—will you really go that far? CIA, the Mafia… they're all tangled now—"
(He stops mid-sentence.)
ALIA slowly lights a cigarette. Her eyes drift toward the window. Then she smiles—a cold, calculated curve of her lips.
She rises. Walks slowly toward Yash.
ALIA (in a cold voice)
"I am the CIA."
(steps closer)
"I am the Mafia."
(steps even closer)
"I am the Godmother."
(She stands right in front of him, looking into his eyes.)
ALIA
"Everything belongs to me, Yash."
(pauses)
"Understand… Yash?"
Yash lowers his eyes.
He cannot meet hers anymore.
Alia touches his cheek gently — like a caress, but sharp as a blade dipped in ice.
ALIA
"You still think I'm the old Alia? The one who trusted you? Don't be foolish."
(a deep, haunting smile)
"Now, the only one I trust... is called 'Enemy.'"
SLOW ZOOM OUT
Yash stands motionless. Alia returns to her sofa. She exhales smoke into the ceiling like it's the sky of her reign.🎬 SCENE: "THE UNTOUCHABLE ALIA"
[INT. ALIA'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – NIGHT]
Alia sits on her velvet sofa in a red silk gown. Her shawl drapes like a crimson river. The room is softly lit, cloaked in mystery.
Yash stands, hesitant.
Alia rises slowly, her eyes glimmering with something uncanny.
ALIA (with a chilling smile)
"Yash, I officially retired from the CIA… four months ago."
(pauses, eyes sparkle)
"But they don't know… I still work for them."
(She raises her hand slightly. The room tightens with tension.)
ALIA
"Understand, Yash? I'm still in the game."
She laughs—a cold, echoing sound, laced with darkness.
Just then, AMISHA, her personal bodyguard, enters. Her voice is firm:
AMISHA
"Hey."
Without turning, Alia smiles and says:
ALIA
"Amisha. Right on time."
(She places her hand gently at her throat as her laughter grows deeper.)
ALIA
"Yash, leave. Start the operation."
Yash looks confused.
ALIA (in a commanding tone)
"You know I'm still in the game… which means your work is just as vital."
Yash nods and exits. Amisha approaches, embraces Alia.
AMISHA
"I'm your personal guard. But don't forget—
I'm not just your shield. I'm your most dangerous weapon."
SCENE: "SILENT EXECUTION"
[INT. SECRET ROOM – NIGHT]
Alia stands poised in a pristine brown-and-white dress. Her eyes burn cold fire. Her lips bear a mysterious half-smile.
She knows—this night, mercy will not come.
Three men stand before her—former enemies who once betrayed her.
Fear and disbelief flicker in their eyes. Alia glances at them once — and that's all it takes. The signal is clear.
She steps forward. Pulls out her slender cigarette and takes a slow drag. Smoke swirls around her like frozen time.
There is no fear in her eyes—only unmatched power.
The first man lunges.
Alia spins—pulls out a small, gleaming dagger with surgical precision.
The second charges. She knocks him to the floor with a sharp southern kick—like a trained warrior, not royalty.
The third pulls a weapon.
Alia intercepts—disarms him with speed. Fires a clean shot.
He collapses.
All three lie on the ground—wounded, barely alive.
Alia walks up, locks eyes with them.
ALIA
"This… was your last chance."
Her voice is sharp, slicing the silence.
She walks away, takes another drag. The smoke trails her like an omen.
Her brown-and-white dress now shines brighter than before—because this woman is no longer just royalty.
She is terror incarnate.
That night, the three learned:
Alia isn't just a woman.
She is the living enemy.
To kneel before her… is the only way to survive.
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🎬 SCENE: "INTERROGATION AND REVELATION"
[INT. DARK CELLAR – NIGHT]
Alia approaches one of the surviving men. Her eyes blaze with unyielding fire.
Through curls of smoke, she smiles—a bone-chilling smile.
ALIA
"I can barely stand looking at you. Now tell me—who sent you?"
The man tries to hold back, but fear leaks through.
MAN
"He... he sent me... he..."
Alia steps in closer.
ALIA
"What's the boy's name? Tell me his name."
The man breathes hard, doesn't look away. Then finally—
MAN
"His name… B… B…"
(pauses, then says with fear)
MAN
"Brian Morgan."
Alia leans back, smirks.
She knows that name.
And it brings danger.
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🎬 SCENE: "DEMANDING DETAILS"
Alia steps forward.
ALIA
"Brian Morgan… You said he sent you. What does he want? What's the mission?"
The man begins to tremble.
ALIA (sharper)
"What's your connection to him? Is he just a hired gun—or a major player? How do you contact him?
Do you have documents? Numbers? Codes?"
The man remains frozen.
Alia grabs his shoulder.
ALIA
"Speak. You don't know how patient I can be. But push me—
and I'll show you depths you've never imagined."
The man breaks down.
MAN
"Brian Morgan is part of a major mafia syndicate. Russian. But he has operations all over Europe. He only contacts through encrypted messages. I can't even decrypt them on my own."
Alia leans in, intense.
ALIA
"What did he give you? What mission?"
MAN
"He gave me a list. Names. Some to be killed. Some to be silenced. And a timeline."
Alia exhales softly, smiles slightly.
ALIA
"Where's the list now? What did you do with it?"
MAN
"I'm just a messenger. The list is with Brian. I… I was told to report to you, Madam Alia."
She pauses. Inhales sharply.
ALIA
"Good. But remember—
your life now belongs to me."
SCENE: "BRIAN MORGAN'S LAIR"
[INT – BRIAN MORGAN'S LUXURIOUS RUSSIAN MANSION – NIGHT]
Brian Morgan sits in a lavish golden room. Reclined in a plush chair, holding a phone.
On screen: A picture of Alia—wearing her iconic brown dress, sunglasses, and that dangerous smile.
Brian stares at the image, scanning it slowly…
Calculating.
He whispers, almost fondly:
BRIAN
"Beautiful. Dangerous… justBRIAN
"Beautiful. Dangerous… just like I remember her."
He smirks. Leans back further into his chair. The camera slowly zooms in on his eyes—cold, calculating.
BRIAN (to himself)
"She thinks she's ahead.
Let's see how far her game goes... before it collapses."
He takes a sip of dark whiskey. In the background, a large digital screen lights up — maps, encrypted messages, names flashing on and off.
At the center: ALIA.
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🎬 SCENE: "ALIA'S OFFICE – SAME TIME"
[INT – ALIA'S OFFICE – NIGHT]
The room is minimalist, modern, but carries the elegance of power. Alia sits at her desk. Her fingers gently move over a velvet folder marked "PROJECT SHADOW".
Amisha stands behind her, arms folded, alert.
ALIA
"Brian's moving faster than I expected."
She opens the folder. Inside — profiles, red marks, surveillance photos.
AMISHA
"He knows you're watching."
ALIA (smirks)
"Good. Let him feel watched."
She pulls out a black device and slides it across the desk to Amisha.
ALIA
"Activate Protocol Zero. From now on, no mercy. We burn everything that touches Brian Morgan."
AMISHA
"Understood."
The camera slowly zooms in on Alia's eyes — calm, focused, deadly.
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🎬 SCENE: "ARRIVAL AT VICTOR'S MANSION"
[EXT – MOSCOW STREET – NIGHT]
A sleek white Bentley cruises through the cold Moscow streets. It stops at a grand estate.
Two guards quickly approach the car. One opens the door.
GUARD
"Madam, welcome."
Alia steps out, dressed in a white coat with black gloves, elegance wrapped in danger. She walks slowly, confidently, into the estate.
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🎬 SCENE: "VICTOR'S MANSION – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT"
[INT – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT]
Victor sits on a luxurious sofa, brow furrowed. His eyes hold the weight of leadership and old pain.
The door opens.
Alia enters — slow, powerful, mesmerizing.
Victor rises as she approaches. She walks directly toward him and gently sits on his lap. Their eyes lock. Old fire. Old stories.
VICTOR
"Alia…"
ALIA
"I know."
She places her hand on his shoulder and leans in.
Their lips meet in a soft, intense kiss — full of fire, memory, and something dangerously unresolved.
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🎬 SCENE: "VICTOR'S MANSION – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS"
ALIA pulls back slightly. Her eyes now filled with a strange blend of tenderness and iron will.
ALIA (softly)
"Our war isn't over yet."
VICTOR (nodding)
"Together… we'll bring them all down."
They stare into each other's eyes — not as lovers, not just as allies — but as two forces ready to rewrite the power game.
FADE OUT.