FADE IN:
INT. PRIVATE LOUNGE – NIGHT
A dimly lit, intimate room with warm lantern light. Subtle Cambodian touches — dark wood carvings, silk tapestries, and a small golden Buddha statue in the corner. Cigarette smoke drifts lazily through the air. Low music plays somewhere in the background.
ANGELINA JOLIE sits on a velvet couch, elegant in a simple black dress, her hand resting over her heart. Across from her, SOLID SNAKE leans back in a chair, bandana on, tactical jacket open, a cigarette burning between his fingers. LUCKY DIAMOND, a handsome Cambodian man in his thirties, sits slightly apart, watching them both with quiet unease.
ANGELINA Snake… you are the only person I trust right now. I can’t trust my own father. Not after everything. Not Jon “Joe Buck” Voight.
She looks down for a moment, then meets his eyes again.
ANGELINA (CONT’D) Will you give me away at my wedding?
Snake doesn’t answer right away. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette.
ANGELINA (CONT’D) All I long for is a good Cambodian man. That’s it. Nothing else.
Snake exhales smoke and glances toward Lucky Diamond.
SOLID SNAKE This is Lucky Diamond. He’s Cambodian. Good man. But he’s hesitant. And he’s already in a relationship.
Lucky shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable but trying to be respectful.
LUCKY DIAMOND (softly, with a gentle accent) I’m honored, Ms. Jolie. Truly. But my heart… it already belongs to someone. And this life you live… it’s very complicated.
Angelina turns to him, her voice softer now, almost pleading.
ANGELINA I don’t want a rich man. I don’t care about any of that. I just want romance. Poetry. Someone who sees me.
A beat of silence. Then the door bursts open.
PEREZ HILTON storms in dramatically, phone in one hand, the other gesturing wildly. He’s dressed in a loud patterned jacket, eyes wide with theatrical delight.
PEREZ HILTON Oh my God. So this is what you requested in your jewelry lion! A snake protector!
Everyone turns to look at him.
PEREZ HILTON (CONT’D) Solid Snake himself! The ultimate guardian for the queen of Cambodia dreams. Angelina, darling, you have to give me the exclusive. Is this the origin story of the century or what?
Snake slowly stubs out his cigarette. Angelina stares at Perez, somewhere between exhausted and amused. Lucky Diamond just shakes his head slightly, a small smile forming despite himself.
FADE OUT.
