ALIA'S PENTHOUSE – TERRACE – NIGHT (RAIN HAS STOPPED)
The Moscow night sky is clear, but the air is cold and restless. The neon lights of the city are visible from the terrace.
Alia (ALIA) stands on the terrace wearing a long coat. Her hair is messy, with electricity in her eyes. A Servant stands quietly a small distance behind her—she is afraid.
Alia slowly raises her hands. She seems to be touching not the city, but her destiny. Her breathing is heavy.
ALIA
(In a low, trembling voice, first directed at herself)
"They all wanted my body. They wanted my blood. They wanted my scepter... but they forgot, this blood can be burned, but it never ends."
The servant slightly stirs. She dares not make a sound.
Suddenly, Alia turns around sharply. Her eyes are fixed now, but the lines on her face are frantic. She shouts at the servant—her voice pierces the entire sky.
ALIA
(In a mixture of frenzy and power, in Russian)
"Я – АЛИЯ! Я — ВОЗРОЖДЕНИЕ!"
(Romanized: Ya – ALIYA! Ya — VOZROZHDENIYE!)
(Translation: I am ALIA! I am REBIRTH!)
The servant, Maria, recoils in extreme terror, nearly falling. She cannot look at Alia, only crouches and trembles.
Alia herself seems to tremble from her own shout. She slowly turns her face towards the city again. Her fist is clenched.
ALIA
(Calm, but now as hard as cold steel)
"I have no past. I have no love. I only have a future. And there, no one but me will be Queen."
CAMERA SHOT –
Close-up on Alia's face. Her eyes now hold not old melancholy, but the fire of a new game. Below, the silent city of Moscow; above, her fierce declaration, like the Phoenix.
Scene: "Shelter in Solitude"
INT. ALIA'S PENTHOUSE – TERRACE – NIGHT
Alia exhausts all her energy with her scream and becomes calm. Her eyes are still blazing, but her gaze is fixed on the servant (Maria). Maria is trembling with fear, her head bowed.
The "Queen's" look in Alia's eyes quickly changes to a deep pity and guilt. She realizes her personal pain has terrified an innocent person.
ALIA
(Takes a deep breath, her voice now soft and trembling)
"Maria..."
The servant (Maria) shrinks further in fear.
Alia walks quickly forward. She gently pulls Maria towards her, embracing her affectionately.
ALIA
(Patting Maria's back gently)
"Don't be afraid, Maria. Don't be afraid. I... I won't hurt you. I won't do anything to you."
Maria is stunned by her mistress's sudden tenderness. She remains frozen on Alia's shoulder.
But now, to Maria's surprise, Alia herself starts to cry. This is not a controlled cry—but silent, deep sobbing resulting from immense pressure and loneliness. The fortress of her strong body seems to break down.
ALIA
(Burying her face in Maria's shoulder, in a broken voice)
"I... I am so alone, Maria. So alone. So much power... so big a game... but there is no one, Maria. There is no one I can trust... not Victor, not Margaret, no... no one."
Maria, though still terrified, slowly places a hand on her mistress's back in this moment of extreme vulnerability. The boundary between servant and mistress seems to disappear at that moment. There are only two women, one a Queen and the other ordinary, seeking refuge in each other's profound loneliness.
MARIA
(In a very low voice, daring to speak)
"Queen Mother... please don't cry. You are not alone. God is there."
Alia only shakes her head. Her crying deepens, as if to wash away her entire old self. She knows that when the crying stops, she will be the Phoenix again.
FADE TO BLACK.
Scene: "Embrace of Agony"
INT. ALIA'S LUXURY BATHROOM – NIGHT
The bathroom is marble, dimly lit. The room is slightly misty with steam. Alia (ALIA) is submerged in the warm water of a large bathtub. Her eyes are closed, seeking release from mental stress.
SOUND: The gentle sound of water dripping.
Suddenly, Victor's (VICTOR) long shadow appears at the bathroom door, cutting through the steam. This time, there is no resolve or anger in his eyes, only deep agony. He moves silently, quickly, towards Alia.
Before Alia can register anything, Victor kneels by the bathtub and hugs Alia fiercely, water and all.
Alia is startled, but by Victor's unexpected embrace, not by a throat grab. She looks at him with a question in her eyes—what kind of attack is this?
ALIA
(Gasping)
"V... Victor?"
Victor buries his face in Alia's wet hair. His voice is trembling, but he refuses to let go of Alia.
VICTOR
(In Russian, with deep, suppressed pain)
"Я не могу потерять тебя. Не сегодня, не после всего."
(Romanized: Ya ne mogu poteryat' tebya. Ne segodnya, ne posle vsego.)
(Translation: I cannot lose you. Not today, not after everything.)
Alia is now conflicted. Is this the wild expression of love, or some final blow hidden in emotion? She feels Victor's body trembling; his embrace feels like a death trap.
Alia's hand quickly moves toward a small shelf by the bathtub, where a small firearm (pistol) was placed. She knows she must make a decision before this embrace ends.
Victor, noticing Alia's hand moving toward the shelf, holds her even tighter. He seems to be surrendering to Alia's love.
VICTOR
(Whispering, almost crying)
"Kill me. If it means you survive, then kill me. But don't leave me."
Alia raises the pistol, but cannot pull the trigger. Victor's ultimate vulnerability stops her for a moment.
Scene: "A Queen's Surrender and a Distant Agony"
INT. ALIA'S LUXURY BATHROOM – NIGHT
Alia is sobbing intensely, her body weak in Victor's embrace. The pistol lies on the marble floor of the bathtub. Victor offers no answers, no excuses, no lies—only silent assurance.
Victor lifts Alia's wet face in his two hands. His eyes still hold that intense love mixed with remorse for his actions.
Victor slowly places a deep kiss on Alia's lips. That kiss is one of forgiveness, of a renewed pledge, and simultaneously one of reasserted control. Victor's eyes are closed during the kiss, as if he wishes to forget everything in that moment.
Alia offers no resistance to the kiss. Her crying slowly subsides into sobbing, as if all her rebellion has been calmed by that embrace. Victor asks Alia no questions, only silently confirms his love.
CUT TO:
INT. ANASHIA'S SAFE HOUSE – NIGHT
Anashia is completely alone in his secret hideout. Files and maps written in Russian and Korean are scattered around him. He is no longer a cunning spy.
He is kneeling on the floor. His phone lies discarded—perhaps he heard news from Margaret, or simply collapsed under the mental pressure.
SOUND: A suppressed sound initially, then suddenly an unhinged, screaming cry.
ANASHIA
(In Korean, a sky-shattering wail)
"안 돼! 알리아! 안 돼!"
(Romanized: An dwae! Alia! An dwae!)
(Translation: No! Alia! No!)
He cries so loudly that his voice breaks. That cry is more intense than Victor's armed threat, because it is the agony of losing love, and the frustration of all his plans failing.
Anashia presses his chest against the floor; all his strength seems to pour out with this scream. The surrounding empire and revenge plots—everything becomes worthless next to that solitary cry.
CAMERA FOCUS: The sharp contrast between the silence of Victor's intense kiss on Alia's lips and Anashia's loud, distant wail.
Scene: "Silent Vigil"
INT. ALIA'S BEDROOM – LATE NIGHT
The room light is very dim. The crystal lights on the ceiling are off; only the neon glow of the Moscow city penetrates the window curtains, casting long shadows.
Alia (ALIA) and Victor (VICTOR) are lying on the enormous bed. The sheets are tousled, bearing witness to the intense mental and physical moments that just passed.
Victor is lost in a deep sleep. There is no tension on his face, only a kind of childlike peace after extreme exhaustion. His hand is placed gently on Alia's body, as if he still wishes to hold onto her.
But Alia is awake.
She hasn't closed her eyes for a moment. Her gaze is steady, fixed on the ceiling. There is no love or relief on her face; there is only deep caution and calculation. After Victor's embrace and kiss, she has returned to her role as the 'Queen'.
Alia slowly, very cautiously, removes Victor's hand from her body. Her movement is so subtle that Victor, in his deep sleep, doesn't notice.
Alia slowly sits up on the edge of the bed. She pushes her wet hair back. Her gaze is fixed on Victor. In this moment, Victor is not her husband; he is merely a source of power and, simultaneously, the biggest risk.
ALIA
(Alia whispers in Russian, almost to herself)
"Ты думаешь, что ты выиграл?"
(Romanized: Ty dumayesh', chto ty vyigral?)
(Translation: Do you think you've won?)
Victor doesn't answer.
Alia slowly gets out of bed. Her feet make no sound on the floor. She walks toward the window. Outside is the silent city of Moscow.
CAMERA FOCUS: The city light falls on Alia's face; a new, cold resolve is forged in her eyes. She is no longer trapped in the net of emotion.
Scene: "Ten Million Dollar Freedom"
INT. ALIA'S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
Alia walks away from the bed, her gaze fixed with cold resolve. She quietly enters her closet.
INT. ALIA'S CLOSET – CONTINUOUS
The huge closet is lined with expensive clothes. Alia quickly changes out of her wet clothes. She chooses a dark black, leather suit dress—signifying both power and danger. There is no excess jewelry, only a diamond necklace with a snake motif around her neck.
She pulls her hair back and ties it into a tight, high bun. There are no signs of tears or emotion on her face now, only the cold composure of a ruthless Queen.
INT. ALIA'S PENTHOUSE – CONTINUOUS
Alia walks through the hallway. A cigarette (Slim, Menthol) is held in her hand. She lights the cigarette by the door. She silently releases the first puff of smoke toward the ceiling.
SOUND: The hiss of the cigarette smoke and the tap of high heels.
The Journey
INT. ALIA'S PRIVATE GARAGE – NIGHT
The luxurious cars are lined up in Alia's private garage beneath the apartment building. The cars are all sky-high in price.
Alia walks over. Her eyes go straight to her chosen vehicle. It is a limited edition, dark metallic black sports car—its market value is close to Ten Million Dollars. It is not just a car; it is her symbol of freedom.
She stands by the car, takes a final drag on the cigarette, and crushes it under her shoe on the floor.
ALIA
(Addressing herself, with a cold smile)
"Let's begin."
She opens the car door and sits inside. The engine roars to life.
SOUND: The breathtaking sound of the luxury car's powerful engine.
EXT. MOSCOW STREETS – CONTINUOUS
Alia's black, expensive car speeds out onto the silent Moscow night streets. The Queen is now on the move.