[Scene: A dark beach in Croatia under moonlight. Waves crash as Solid Snake, grizzled and cloaked in shadow, speaks to Angelina Jolie, who stands barefoot in a silk robe, eyes scanning the stars.]
Solid Snake:
“You’ve seen what Asmodeus has done to Babylon. The demon of lust doesn’t just possess bodies—he infects cultures. Hollywood, D.C., Wall Street. They’re his playgrounds now.”
Angelina Jolie:
(quietly) “And you think I’m part of that?”
Solid Snake:
“You’ve danced with it. We all have. But I’m offering you something else. Sanctuary. In Croatia. A Christian nation… or what’s left of one. No sirens, no scripts, no handlers. Just real people. Real redemption.”
Angelina:
(looking over the Adriatic) “And in exchange?”
Snake:
“Help us finish the immortality protocol. The one Trump’s boys started in low orbit—’Space Force Genesis.’ My micro-civilization, we’ve cracked the decay code. But we need a soul like yours. Someone who’s stared into hell and still came back.”
Angelina:
(smirks) “Live forever? You think that’s salvation?”
Snake:
“It’s not about time. It’s about legacy. Asmodeus promises pleasure. We offer permanence. Not eternal youth… eternal truth.”
Angelina:
“Some say living forever is boring.”
Snake:
“Not if you’re building something worth remembering. The question is… do you want to be a goddess in Babylon, or a mother of nations in a place where heaven still breathes?”
Angelina:
(pause) “If I say yes… does that mean I have to give up everything?”
Snake:
“Only the parts of you Asmodeus owns.”
[They stand in silence as the waves crash louder, and the moon reflects on Snake’s eye patch.]
[Scene continues on the moonlit beach. A wind picks up, brushing through the tall grass and whispering through the olive trees behind them. Snake remains still, arms crossed. Angelina walks closer, eyes glowing faintly with something ancient—grief, wisdom, or warning.]
Angelina Jolie:
“You talk like a prophet, Snake. But even prophets fall. You think Croatia is pure? That some little Christian enclave can keep the rot out?
Let me tell you something—every man around me, every so-called warrior, every visionary… sooner or later, Asmodeus takes them. They crave my skin, not my soul. And they call it love.”
[She steps closer, now face-to-face with Snake.]
Angelina:
“Will your Cambodian friend—the one you call your lucky charm—be any different? Or will he worship me one day and devour me the next?
You say you offer truth. But is it love… or just another kind of lust wrapped in prophecy?”
[Snake looks down, jaw clenched. He lights a cigarette, shielding the flame from the breeze.]
Solid Snake:
“Lucky Diamond isn’t like the others. He grew up with nothing but faith and fire. He’s not here to possess you—he’s here to guard you.
But I won’t lie to you, Angelina… even he’s not immune. No man is. That’s why we fight. Not because we’ve won… but because we haven’t given up.”
Angelina:
(sarcastic, soft) “A bodyguard with a soul. Sounds like a script I turned down in ’07.”
Solid Snake:
“Not a script. A covenant. You want to escape Asmodeus? Then help us bind him. Not with swords… with sacrifice.”
[Silence again, heavy and sacred. In the distance, church bells ring. Perhaps a sign—or a warning.]
[Scene: The stars shimmer overhead. A cross looms in the distance on a stony Croatian hillside. Snake’s cigarette ember glows faintly as Angelina’s question lingers in the air. He turns, finally ready to tell her the price.]
Solid Snake:
“You asked what I want in exchange for the immortality serum. The telomerase protocol. The so-called age-reversal miracle that could let you outlive every empire.”
[He tosses the cigarette into the sand and steps forward.]
Snake:
“I don’t want money. I don’t want your body. I don’t even want your fame.
I want your voice. I want you to stand before the Croatian Parliament… and read the Our Father. Loud. Clear. For the world to hear.”
[Angelina raises an eyebrow, half curious, half amused.]
Angelina Jolie:
“The Lord’s Prayer? That’s your price for immortality?”
Solid Snake:
“Not just any line. This part: ‘Forgive us our debts… as we forgive our debtors.'”
[He pauses, eyes burning now—not with lust, but conviction.]
Snake:
“You say every man around you is possessed by Asmodeus. Maybe. But Asmodeus doesn’t just deal in lust. He deals in chains.
Debt. Shame. Poverty. The modern whip. You want to fight him? Start there.”
Angelina:
“You’re asking me to become a symbol.”
Snake:
“No. I’m asking you to become a witness. Speak those words not as a Hollywood actress… but as a mother. As a human being. Call for the cancellation of the poor’s debts. Every loan shark, every IMF vulture, every Satanic banker who feeds on the weak—expose them. With prayer.”
[Angelina looks shaken for a moment, but intrigued.]
Angelina:
“And if I do this… the Croatian government will release the telomerase technique to the world?”
Snake:
“No. But they’ll believe again. And when faith rises, so does resistance. And maybe—just maybe—immortality won’t be a curse.”
[The wind howls softly through the pines, as if listening. The next move is hers.]