INT. UNITED NATIONS — CHILDREN’S HALL — NIGHT
The room is empty now. Only Solid Snake and Angelina Jolie remain, sitting in the blue glow of the UN emblem. Snake stares at the floor, cigarette trembling between his fingers.
ANGELINA:
You’re still angry.
SNAKE:
Yeah. And I’m done pretending it’s a bad thing. It’s okay to be mad. It’s okay to be angry when the Illuminati bankers fund and arm both sides of every damn war.
(He looks up, eyes burning.)
They call you crazy. They say it’s just chaos — that no one’s in control. But you start seeing the patterns. The same names. The same corporations. The same lies dressed up as patriotism.
ANGELINA:
So what are you saying, Snake? That the world’s run by some secret cabal?
SNAKE:
I’m saying our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we’re being run by maniacs for maniacal ends — and if I say that out loud, they’ll call me insane for seeing it.
(He crushes the cigarette under his boot.)
That’s what’s insane about it.
ANGELINA:
(quietly)
John Lennon said that once.
SNAKE:
Yeah. And they shot him for it.
(Silence. The world outside hums with static, drones, and the faint laughter of children — unaware of the storm their elders built.)