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COLD OPEN – PRIVATE JET – DUBAI AIRPORT – NIGHT

Jet door opens. Golden lights hit Antoinette like a spotlight as she steps off in a white diamond-studded jumpsuit, shades on, wind catching her curls. The heels? Custom lavender snake print. Her walk? Silent threat.

ANTOINETTE (V.O.)
“When they think they’re playing you, let ‘em. Just make sure you’re already on your next move while they’re still unpacking their fake plan.”

A Rolls Royce waits on the tarmac. Her new driver, FADI (young, fine, and Middle Eastern royalty lowkey), opens the door.

FADI
“Welcome back to Dubai, Ms. Johnson. The city has missed you.”

ANTOINETTE
(smirks)
“I’m here to collect what’s mine… and steal what ain’t.”

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SCENE 1 – HOTEL SUITE – NIGHT

CODY is pacing in a lavish suite at the Burj Al Arab. He’s already sweating in his $8k Tom Ford suit.
HUWART sits back with a glass of scotch, unbothered in a black silk shirt and gold rings.

CODY
“We can’t let her play us again, bro. That stunt in Manhattan was legendary… and humiliating.”

HUWART
(laughing)
“Legendary is right. I lost half a mil and still wanted to clap.”

CODY
(pacing)
“She’s dangerous. Slick. We have to outthink her this time.”

HUWART
“I got just the setup. My boy Karim is throwing a masked penthouse party tomorrow—crypto kings, cartel heirs, Saudi influencers. She’s bound to show up.”

CODY
(raises brow)
“And we do what, flirt her into confession?”

HUWART
“Nope. We just watch. Follow. See where her next bag is.”

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SCENE 2 – MASKED PENTHOUSE PARTY – NIGHT

Fire dancers on balconies. Neon masks. Trap remixes of classical music. Everybody’s rich, drunk, or hiding something.

Antoinette walks in wearing a sheer black cloak, diamond mask, and a sapphire dagger tucked in her corset. Heads turn. A beat drops. Slow motion as she struts past money, power, and danger without blinking.

ANTOINETTE (V.O.)
“They invited me thinking I was the prey. But baby, I wrote the guest list.”

CUT TO:
CODY & HUWART, both in masks, standing across the room like clueless sharks in a glittering ocean.

HUWART
“There she go. You think she saw us?”

CODY
“She saw everything the second she walked in. This whole damn party probably hers.”

They try to blend in. Follow her movements. But every time they turn—she’s gone.

COMEDIC CUTAWAY:
They walk into the same hallway she was just in—BOOM—trapped in a slow-motion fog cannon with glitter.

CODY (coughing): “What the hell is this?! Beyoncé tour fog??”

HUWART: “She got us lost in glitter, bro. We’re in a sparkle trap.”

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SCENE 3 – ROOFTOP LOUNGE – PRIVATE SECTION

Antoinette’s sipping something blue, legs crossed, body glowing.
Her phone dings. She pulls up the security cam footage—Cody and Huwart falling over each other in a hallway mirror maze.

She laughs.

REMY (via Bluetooth):
“They’re in Position D. Trapped. Just like you said.”

ANTOINETTE:
“Perfect. Cut the lights in 10. Let ‘em sweat.”

REMY:
“You’re cold, sis.”

ANTOINETTE:
“I’m focused.”

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SCENE 4 – PARTY BLACKOUT

The lights go out. Screams. Strobe lights flicker. Everyone’s panicking except Antoinette, who slips out through a secret elevator built for the owner—Karim.

She exits to a rooftop helipad.

KARIM (waiting there in a robe and Versace slides):
“You sure you wanna do this to them?”

ANTOINETTE:
“Karim… I built this event. They walked right into my commercial.”

Helicopter lifts off just as Cody and Huwart stumble out onto the balcony. They see her flying away—again.

HUWART (shaking head):
“She finessed a party I planned. You know how hard it is to finesse a finesse?”

CODY (blinking at the sky):
“She really got us again… I lowkey love her.”

HUWART:
“Same. But I’m still getting my money back.”

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FINAL SCENE – HELICOPTER COCKPIT – NIGHT

Antoinette takes off her mask, looks into the skyline.

ANTOINETTE (V.O.):
“They keep plotting together thinking I don’t see it. But in chess, the queen moves wherever she wants… and tonight, I just captured two kings with one play.”

She pulls a USB from her bra and inserts it into a laptop: “Crypto Transfers: Cody & Huwart – 90% diverted to RLC Holdings.”

She smirks.

FADE TO BLACK.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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