Scene "Alia, The Kind-Hearted Girl"
Location: Hotel Ciel d'Or – Evening
Mood: Gentle, intimate, human warmth
INT. HOTEL LOBBY – EVENING LIGHT REFLECTS ON THE CHANDELIER
A group of modestly dressed middle-class people stand, looking around — amazed, enchanted.
Marble floors. Golden lights. The air filled with a delicate fragrance.
Hotel staff politely checks names at reception — upon hearing "Guests of Alia Ma'am", everyone looks stunned.EXT. HOTEL ROOFTOP – SAME TIME
Alia stands alone on the rooftop.
Her scarf flutters behind her in the breeze.
She looks down — watches as her guests enter the rooms one by one, laughing, taking photos — surprised at their own reflection in the grandeur.
There's a kind of peace in her eyes now.
INT. HOTEL ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Two kids are bouncing on a plush sofa.
An elderly man holding a coffee cup says:
> "Never thought we'd ever stay in a place like this..."
A woman stands in front of the mirror and says:
> "Look, don't I look pretty?"
They all laugh — a rare, shared joy.
CUT TO: BACK ON THE ROOFTOP
A tear shimmers in Alia's eye — but she smiles.
The last light of the sun in her eyes.
> ALIA (V.O.)
"Victor once said — I'm fire.
Yes, I am fire —
But I've learned not just to burn…
I've learned to give light.
Today I am that fire —
That doesn't destroy,
It warms."
A red-dressed boy appears again —
He's the racer from earlier.
They share a glance, then walk off together.
INT. HOTEL LOUNGE – NIGHT
A soft jazz tune plays in the background.
A simple moment, but filled with love, story, and humanity.
A girl walks up to Alia and says:
> "You're rich... but you're different.
You're kind.
You're… a 'good-hearted girl.'"Alia pauses.
Then smiles and nods.
> ALIA
"What you just said —
That's the most valuable award I've ever received."
SCENE CUT
Gentle smiles, warm breeze, and soft light in Alia's hair.
The Racer Boy"
Location: Hotel Ciel d'Or – Rooftop
Time: Night
Mood: Calm, magnetic, hinting at something new
INT. HOTEL ROOFTOP – 9PM
Alia stands alone on the rooftop.
City lights below, the ocean roars in the distance.
A cup of coffee in her hand. Her eyes — serene.
A door opens quietly behind her.
Soft footsteps approach.
Without turning, she says:
> ALIA
"You came."
A male voice — gentle, but confident:
> RYAN
"You knew I would?"
Alia slowly turns.
He stands there —
It's the racer.
Hair tousled, simple shirt, eyes tired — but glowing.
> ALIA (light smile)
"Someone who can drive like that...
Knows when to stop,
And when to stand in front of someone."
He lowers his gaze and smiles slightly.
> RYAN
"I drove for you.
Not just the company.
Your words gave me courage."
Alia observes him, thoughtfully.
> ALIA
"What's your name?"
> RYAN
"Ryan.
I used to work in a garage...
But in your team —
For the first time, I heard my own name."
She steps forward. Places a hand on his shoulder.
> ALIA
"You didn't just earn a name, Ryan.
You built your identity today."
A moment of silence.
Alia's hair sways in the wind.
Ryan looks at her — eyes full of awe,
But no lust — only respect.
> RYAN (soft voice)
"You know…
Even winning the race… doesn't compare to you saying —
'You won.'
I've never believed in myself this much."
Alia now looks down.
> ALIA (quietly)
"Me neither...
But today, you helped me win a part of myself
I had forgotten."
A breeze passes.
They stand under the dark sky —
But there's a strange glow in the air —
The scent of possibility.
CAMERA PANS UP —
Through the night stars,
A red trail appears —
Like a race track in the sky —
Silent, but victorious.Alia and Ryan stand side by side.
Suddenly, Alia pulls out her phone.
Gives a command —
Face ID scan.
A private holdings app opens.
She types:
Amount: 1,000,000,000 USD
Receiver: Ryan Malik (or whatever you want to be called)
> ALIA (with fire in her eyes, peace in her voice)
"Take it.
It's yours now.
One billion dollars.
Because you didn't just win —
You did something beyond money.
And I'm giving it back to you as money —
Because that's what you're worth today."
Ryan is silent.
His face goes pale.
He can't believe it.
> RYAN (shaky voice)
"This… this can't be real.
I'm nothing… just a driver…
I don't deserve this."
Alia walks to him.
Her eyes tear up — but her voice is steady.
> ALIA
"When you said — 'I drove for you' —
In that one line,
You gave me back something…
Something I lost —
Belief.
This wasn't just a race —
It was a race of trust.
You won. This is yours."
Ryan suddenly falls to his knees.
Tears roll down silently.
He hides his face in his hands.
> RYAN (through tears)
"I… I've never had anyone believe in me.
My mother used to say —
'No one will ever look at you and say: You can.'
And today…
You didn't just say it —
You let me fly."
Alia kneels beside him.
Places a hand on his shou Chaplder.
A shooting star crosses the sky.
> ALIA (gently)
"Today, you didn't just receive, Ryan…
You gave me back a part of me too."
Silence on the rooftop.
The two sit together —
One with tearful eyes,
The other with a lightened heart.
The city glows in the distance —
But here, the light feels personal.INT. ROOFTOP – NIGHT CONTINUES
Ryan still sits low.
His shoulders shake. Tears fall silently.
Alia slowly rises.
A kind of peace on her face —
The kind that comes after release.
When nothing is held back anymore.
She looks at Ryan once —
Doesn't say anything.
Slips the phone back in her pocket.
Turns and walks away.
Footsteps — soft.
Then fading.
INT. HOTEL ELEVATOR – NIGHT
Alia stands alone.
Looks into the mirror.
Her face — tired.
But her eyes — sure.
> ALIA (V.O.)
"Victory doesn't always mean celebration.
Sometimes…
Victory means walking away.
Because somewhere, someone is now ready —
To walk ahead,
With the light you left behind."
The elevator closes.
INT. ALIA'S PRIVATE SUITE – LUXURY HOTEL
The door opens. Alia enters.
Golden light. Perfumed air. Silk curtains.
Everything perfect.
She slowly removes her scarf.
Sits down.
Pours a glass of water.
Takes a sip.
CAMERA CLOSE-UP:
A soft smile on her lips.
A single tear rolls down her cheek.
CUT TO: ROOFTOP AGAIN
Ryan sits alone, gazing up at the sky.
His eyes say one thing:
> "She left…
But she left me with enough
To stand on my own."Scene – "The Girl Bound in the Sky"
Location: Moscow, Russia — Hotel Volna Roja
Time: Night
Mood: Awe, courage, a game of body and mind
INT. LUXURIOUS HOTEL BALLROOM – NIGHT
A closed performance night.
Russian industrialists, diplomats, media figures crowd the room.
Golden light in the eyes, white wine in the glasses.
Suddenly, the lights go out.
A faint red glow drops over the stage.
It feels like moonlight has landed there — calmness spreads.
Slowly, from above, a woman descends —
Her feet bound by rope, body arching, twirling in the air.
She is Alia.
CAMERA TRACKS — her eyes steady, lips serious.
She wears a short, deep red (vermillion) dress.
Hair loose, dark lipstick, feet tied —
Yet not helpless…
She looks like a vision.Music begins — slow, a fusion of electronic and Russian folk.
Alia sways in the air.
Her body draws lines, as if fire ignites in the dark.
At one point, she dives —
Swinging down on the rope.
The crowd is frozen.
No one speaks.
Only her gestures, her eyes —
Hold everyone captive.
CAMERA PANS — in one corner, a foreign diplomat whispers:
> Diplomat (whispers):
"Who is she?"
A Russian artist beside him replies:
> Artist:
"She used to be a billionaire strategist…
Now?
She dances like she's no longer bound by earth."
Alia lands on the stage.
A faint smile flickers across her lips.
Her eyes…
Still fire.
But this fire dances — it doesn't burn.
Alia (inner voice, subtitle):
"Life once tied me down.
Tonight, I dance on those very ropes.
I've begun again — but not by your rules."
Thunderous applause.
CAMERA ZOOMS OUT —
A picture-like moment: Moscow's snowy night,
Inside the hotel's glass walls,
A girl tied by rope —
But tonight, she is free.Alia touches the ground. All eyes on her.
Applause roars, but a few mafia bosses in the front rows remain silent.
Their eyes betray suspicion. Fear.
CAMERA CLOSE-UP — an Italian mafia boss whispers:
> Italian Boss:
"I've seen this girl somewhere before… but where?"
Alia walks to the microphone.
That enigmatic smile on her lips.
She flicks her hair away from her ear.
The music stops.
Alia (to the crowd, subtitle):
"You thought I came to show you a dance?
No.
I came to play your game.
The stage wasn't mine — I made it mine.
Now it's your turn… to tremble."At that moment — from the hotel roof, parking lot, and lobby, men in white uniforms storm in.
Alia's secret team.
They surround the mafias.
Russian police, Interpol, and Alia's private militia — together.
A mafia growls through clenched teeth:
> Mafia:
"Who the hell are you?"
Alia steps onto a small raised platform.
Behind her, a blazing bird appears in laser light — rising from fire.
> Alia:
"I am Alia.
Once a billionaire strategist, yes.
But now?
I am the fire…
That will swallow your manufactured darkness."
The mafias rise, but before they can draw weapons, lights blaze — the lockdown system activates.
Alia now wears a headset.
She commands her operatives, floor by floor, target by target.A journalist whispers to his cameraman:
> Journalist:
"Are we filming the fall of an empire?"
Final shot of the sequence:
Alia stands by the window. Snow falls outside.
She puts on glasses, looks down — mafia cars are red-tagged.
She smiles.
Alia (inner voice):
"This wasn't just a dance.
It was war.
And I… made war dance."FADE TO BLACK
Text on screen:
"She didn't escape the system. She rewrote it."
FILM TITLE APPEARS:
The Girl Bound in the Sky"
Location: Moscow, Hotel Volna Roja, Performance Hall
Time: Late Night
Mood: Revelation, betrayal, ultimate drama
The hall is surrounded.
Lights half-bright, mafias at gunpoint.
No one speaks.
Alia walks slowly to the microphone.
Her eyes hold no mercy — only cold fire.
Alia (into mic):
"You think I'm alone against you?
Wrong.
With a single signal, your empire collapses."
A mafia boss roars:
> Mafia Boss:
"Are you police?"
Alia smiles, lips curling.
From her coat pocket, she pulls a badge.
It gleams: CIA.
Alia (cold voice):
"CIA Special Operative.
For eleven years, I lived inside your system.
Spoke your tongue, sat at your tables.
But deep inside I knew —
One day, I would be your God Mother."
The mafias freeze.
Slowly, they realize their fate.
Alia (inner voice, subtitle):
"I ran your police.
I laundered your money.
I buried your enemies.
I was your shadow.
And now? I am your ceiling."An Interpol officer whispers into his radio:
> Interpol Officer:
"Confirm. She's not just undercover… she's controlling both sides."Alia locks eyes with the most feared mafia don.
> Alia:
"Give the order to shoot.
Let it all end tonight."
The Don trembles:
> Don (shaking):
"No!!! This cannot be! I won't shoot!"
He knows who he faces is no longer human in power.Alia steps closer.
Her eyes burn.
> Alia:
"You think you can shoot me?
I make the bullets…
The ones that save you, and the ones that kill you.
Right now, you're standing in my shadow."