Scene Title: "Fire Beneath the Eyes"
Location: Hotel Suite, Monaco — Morning
Mood: Suspicion, Anticipation, Unrest
INT. HOTEL SUITE – MORNING
Alia sits alone by the large window. Sunlight spills across the ocean outside. Her face is calm, but her eyes are tired — focused.
Nearby, Maria — her old confidante — sits in silence. She wants to speak, but holds back.
Suddenly, the door opens.
Alia's maid enters, breathing heavily. She starts to speak, then stops.
> MAID
"Madam… Mr. Victor… he's downstairs. In the lounge. Speaking with someone."
Alia listens quietly. She closes her eyes for a few seconds, then slowly turns away from the window.
> ALIA (softly)
"How many?"
> MAID (hesitating)
"Three. One's his bodyguard. The others are locals. Seems they're discussing… a deal."
Maria stands, concerned, eyes on Alia.
> MARIA
"Are you going down there?"
> ALIA (resolute)
"No. Not yet. I want to see who drags whom to the table —
and who flips the table before the game ends."
A beat of silence.
From afar, the sound of waves. Faint murmur from the lounge downstairs.
Alia returns to the window, looks down.
POV shot: Victor is standing below, speaking to two men. He's smiling, relaxed — but commanding.
The camera slowly zooms out.
Alia's expression shifts — within her unrest, there's a flicker of readiness.
CUT TO: BLACK SCREEN
Sound only: A long breath. Alia stands at the window, eyes locked on Victor in the lounge.
Victor laughs lightly with the two men —
One hand holding papers, another a glass.
Suddenly —
He shifts.
His hand reaches toward his waist — pulls a gun.
Alia freezes. Her breath deepens.
CUT TO VICTOR —
He's no longer smiling.
Speaking sharply. The gun is pointed downward, but his message is clear.
MARIA (startled)
"What did you see?"
> ALIA (still staring out)
"Victor... just opened another round."
Maria rushes to the window but Victor is already walking away.
The maid backs up, scared.
> MAID
"A gun...? Should I call the police?"
> ALIA (calmly)
"No. Not yet.
When Victor shows his weapon, he's not threatening —
He's signaling: the rules have changed."
Alia walks over to the side table and picks up a phone.
CAMERA CLOSE-UP
Her eyes are on fire — but her lips don't move.
> ALIA (inner monologue)
"You want me to come down, Victor...
But this time, I'll flip the board from up here."
SLOW PLAN SHOT
Alia stands again by the window.
The lounge below is now empty — Victor gone.
Alia stands at the window. Her gaze is distant, but her body language reveals a certain tension.
Suddenly — a presence.
Victor approaches silently from behind.
His hand gently slides around her waist.
Alia doesn't flinch, but her breath catches.
Victor leans in, whispering:
> VICTOR
"You always know when I arrive."
> ALIA (softly)
"Why so late?"
Victor says nothing.
His hand slides up her back.
He buries his face in the curve of her neck.
Alia closes her eyes. Her breath deepens.
Victor glances at the maids — a small nod.
They quietly exit.
The door clicks shut.
Silence.
Victor brushes her hair aside.
His lips touch her neck.
A kiss.
Another.
Then — a gentle bite.
Alia trembles.
A small drop of blood forms.
Victor touches it with his tongue.
A wolfish smile spreads across his lips.
> VICTOR (low, husky)
"You still taste the same…
Like fire."
His hands now move forward, slowly untying her dress.
Alia doesn't resist.
She turns to face him, eyes locked.
Their bodies draw closer. Lips meet.
A deep, deliberate kiss — no drama, just the echo of an old flame.
Victor's hands slide over her — he pulls her into him.
They move slowly toward the bed.
CAMERA RISES UP
Only breath is heard — a quiet storm.
Alia stands at the edge of the track, VIP box above the crowd.
No visible excitement — but something's stirring inside her.
The speed of the cars reminds her of… something.
A memory? Or a warning?
Engines roar.
Camera pans to her hair flying in the wind.
Is she searching for someone?
Or understanding something within herself?
FADE TO BLACK.INT. HOTEL SUITE – VICTOR'S ROOM – AFTERNOON
Victor enters. Throws his jacket onto the sofa.
No thrill in his eyes — only a strange, quiet fury.
He walks straight to a desk.
Opens a drawer.
Inside:
An old letter
A red key
A silver pen
His fingers pause on the letter.
He opens it.
No blink.
But his bottom lip twitches.
VOICEOVER — reading the letter:
> "When you're alone, I know you won't say my name.
But I'll be there…
Like your shadow —
You never notice it... until the light goes out."
Victor closes his eyes. His breath thickens.
He looks at the clock.
> VICTOR
"Three o'clock."
(smiles)
"She's still on the track."
He picks up a small briefcase from beside the table.
What's inside — unknown.
> VICTOR
"Let's start another game —
Where speed doesn't win…
Patience does."Scene — "Fire Beneath the Blue"
Location: Monaco Rally Track – VIP Gallery – Afternoon
Mood: Stillness, Awe, Controlled Drama
EXT. RALLY TRACK – STARTING MOMENTS – AFTERNOON
Engines roar like thunder.
Flags wave.
Crowds scream.
Flashes from cameras.
Suddenly — silence.
Time slows.
Alia appears.
She enters the VIP gallery entrance.
Wearing a stunning blue gown — shimmering in the sun.
Silk gloves.
A velvet veil — white with blue — dances in the wind.
Sunglasses cover her eyes, but her presence — commanding.
People turn.
Whispers rise:
> "Is that Alia?"
"No way. She was out of the game!"
"After what happened with Victor…"
"Look at her walk… like she owns the finish line."
CLOSE-UP:
Her steps send subtle tremors through the floor.
In her right hand — a small blue clutch.
What's inside — unknown.
The veil lifts suddenly.
A journalist nearby drops his camera, whispers:
> JOURNALIST
"Monaco just got its queen."Alia takes her seat.
Race begins.
Cars shoot like lightning.
But her gaze isn't on the track —
It's on the hotel window above.
Victor's room.
One moment — are they looking at each other?
VOICEOVER – ALIA'S THOUGHTS:
> "You want me to run.
But I'll sit here and watch —
Who holds their speed to the end,
And who burns to ash in the fire."
Among hundreds —
Only one blue fire burns, still and powerful.
Location: VIP Gallery – Afternoon
Mood: Confidence, Shadow Games, Premonition
EXT. VIP GALLERY – AFTERNOON
Alia sits beside a table.
A champagne glass in hand.
Eyes — cold flame.
Next to her, an organizer.
A reporter leans in:
EXT. VIP GALLERY – AFTERNOON (continued)
A journalist leans forward toward Alia, curious:
> JOURNALIST
"Are you just here to watch,
or are you cheering for someone?"
Alia gives a faint smile.
Her eyes drift downward — to the roaring track.
POV: A flash of a red car slicing through traffic like a serpent.
She adjusts her glove at the lips.
There's pride in her gaze.
> ALIA
"My company's entered its first car this year.
A red one…
It's called Serpente Rosso."
The journalist looks surprised.
> JOURNALIST
"Serpente Rosso? That's the name shaking all the betting tables since yesterday!"
"Who's the driver? Why the secrecy?"
Alia speaks slowly — a slight bite to her voice.
> ALIA
"Because we don't play with names.
We play with results.
And today's result?
I can already tell you…"
She sits upright, that slow-burning smile forming.
> ALIA (calmly):
"You'll win.
I've already said itThe red car — Serpente Rosso —
makes a tight spin,
overtaking two others in a flash.
The movement isn't reckless —
It's precision disguised as chaos.
INT. VICTOR'S HOTEL SUITE – SAME TIME
Victor stands at his window,
eyes locked onto the track.
He sees the red car.
His eyes narrow.
> VICTOR (thinking):
"So you're playing now…
But this time, Alia —
You've put your name on the board."
"Well then — I'll see you at the finish line."
FADE TO:
Alia sips her champagne.
The sun behind her bleeds into the sky —
the same scarlet red as her car.
Location: Rally Track + VIP Gallery
Time: Final lap of the race
Mood: Triumph, Human Roar, A New Vow
EXT. TRACK – FINAL LAP
Cars roar through the final curve.
Dust kicks up.
Engines scream.
The tension is a wire about to snap.
The red car leads — Serpente Rosso.
Two cars try to overtake —
But it suddenly surges forward,
cutting through the air like fire.
It crosses the finish line first.
Victory.
Crowd erupts —
Cheering, whistles, flashing lights.
But the camera cuts to Alia.
INT. VIP GALLERY – ALIA'S REACTION
She stands.
No tears —
Only peace on her lips.
She turns toward a group of middle-aged people —
modestly dressed, clearly not the usual elite.
> ALIA (deep, sincere):
"You saw it, didn't you?
I told you.
Today — you won with me."
They're stunned.
Then, slowly, smiles begin to form.
Alia removes her gloves, placing them on the table.
> ALIA
"Come.
Tonight — a gift for you."
"The most expensive hotel in Monaco —
Hotel Ciel d'Or — is booked in your names."
"Not just to stay…
But to celebrate."
One middle-aged woman whispers:
> WOMAN
"But… all this money?"
Alia smiles gently.
> ALIA
"Today, you're not guests.
Today, you're my team."