the bastred amoung us

Shadows of Betrayal

EPISODE 02 SEASON 01

FADE IN:

INT. MANSION-CELIAS ROOM- NIGHT.

Celia's room is meticulously organized, with white walls adorned with soft gray accents. In one corner stands a small, modern bed draped with a soft pink coverlet, accompanied by several small cushions. Next to the bed is a dark brown wooden wardrobe, atop which are neatly arranged perfumes and beauty products.

On one side of the room, an expensive computer rests on a sleek desk made of glass and metal. Next to the computer are a few carefully stacked files and books. The chair in front of the desk is simple, comfortable, and practical.

In the center of the room, there is a small chessboard with two small chairs facing each other, as if awaiting an imminent match. On the opposite wall, a large mirror reflects the room's details, giving it a sense of spaciousness. The overall atmosphere reflects Celia's intelligence and her well-organized approach to life.

Celia sits on her bed in a relaxed position, slightly leaning back, her legs comfortably crossed. In her hands, she holds a romance novel, reading it with focus. But slowly, her eyes drift away from the pages. She suddenly stops reading, gently closing the book and placing it beside her.

She lifts her head slowly, gazing at the ceiling with eyes full of sadness. A deep sigh escapes her, as if carrying the weight of years. The sorrow is evident on her face, her expressions hinting at the loss of something—or perhaps someone.

In that moment, she feels isolated. No lover is there to share these moments, no one sitting beside her, no hand to hold. An emptiness fills her heart, as if the novel she’s reading mirrors her own love life: empty, waiting for someone to fill it with love

Quietly talking to herself, still staring at the ceiling, her eyes filled with questions and doubt

CELIA:

Will I truly find the love of my life? Or will I end up alone... without a lover?

She pauses for a moment, as if trying to resist the negative thoughts creeping into her mind

CELIA:

I'm afraid I'll spend my life waiting for someone who may never come

She sighs deeply once more, then gently closes her eyes, trying to calm her restless heart, but the feeling of loneliness washes over her like a cold wave on a long winter's night

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A gentle knock on the door.

JULIA (O.S.)

Sweetheart, are you asleep?

CELIA:

(turning quietly toward the door)

No, Mom... come in.

Julia enters the room with quick, confident steps. At 35 years old, she is a beautiful, strong woman, with the aura of a former soldier and mercenary. Her shiny brown hair falls over her shoulders, and she wears simple clothes that reflect her disciplined character.

Julia smiles a loving smile as she approaches her daughter, sitting beside her on the bed, gently placing her hand on Celia's shoulder.

JULIA:

(with a warm smile)

What's on your mind, darling? You seem a bit troubled.

The mother and daughter exchange looks, and Julia’s loving smile fills the room with a sense of security

Smiling artificially, trying to appear cheerful, but her sad eyes betray her

CELIA:

Yes, Mom... I'm fine. There's nothing wrong.

She tries to look away, but she knows Julia can see right through her.

JULIA:

(gazing deeply at her, smiling gently)

Celia, your eyes are telling a different story. I can see what you're hiding, sweetheart.

CELIA:

(lowering her head slightly, her voice beginning to tremble)

Really, Mom, there's no need to worry. Everything's okay...

JULIA:

(placing her hand gently on her shoulder and smiling)

I know, Celia... I know what you're feeling. Love isn’t something you can force or rush. It will come at the right time, and it will find its way to you. I was in the same place when I was your age.

Celia looks up at her mother, her eyes filled with questions.

CELIA:

Really? You felt that way too?

JULIA:

(smiling warmly as she recalls her memories)

Yes, I was just like you. I thought I would never find the love of my life. I felt the same loneliness and sadness you're feeling now. But things changed when I met your father.

CELIA:

(surprised)

I didn’t know that about you! How did that happen?"

JULIA:

(with a calm, loving voice)

We met at a time when I was completely lost. I was working as a mercenary, caught up in my tough life, and I never expected to find someone who would love me for who I was. But love comes when we least expect it. Your father was different... He taught me that love isn’t something you chase desperately; it’s something that comes when you’re ready to embrace it.

CELIA:

(in a quieter voice)

Do you think that will happen for me?

JULIA:

(patting her hand)

I’m sure of it, Celia. Love will find its way to you. Don’t rush it, and let things unfold naturally. I’ve been there before, and I know the waiting is hard, but it’s worth it.

Celia smiles cautiously, as if her mother’s words have eased some of her pain

CUT TO:

INT.INSIDE THE POLICE STATION-DAY

The camera opens with a wide shot of the police station. The walls are faded, covered with bulletin boards and wanted criminal posters. The sound of ringing phones and typing on keyboards fills the air as officers input data. The desks are neatly organized with scattered files and paperwork. A large map on one wall is covered in markings and indicators pointing to various locations, while surveillance monitors display the city's streets.

Police officers move quickly and purposefully, some speaking with suspects, while others process paperwork on computers. One officer speaks into a radio, coordinating an ongoing operation. The atmosphere is one of discipline and intense focus.

The camera moves toward a Inspector Jonathan

The Inspector Jonathan In his early 40s, tall and athletic, with dark brown hair peppered with a few streaks of gray at the temples. He wears a sharp but practical suit. His piercing blue eyes are always alert, observing everything around him with precision.

Jonathan walks through the station with steady steps, his presence commanding respect and confidence from his colleagues. His extensive experience in crime investigation shows in every move he makes. His smile is calm but sharp, and he has an uncanny ability to read people within moments.

He stops at the desk of a young officer, greeting him with a friendly smile.

JONATHAN:

(in a calm, respectful tone)

How are things going here? Any progress on the recent case?

YOUNG OFFICER:

(enthusiastically)

Yes, sir. We've uncovered some new evidence. We're analyzing it now.

Jonathan pats the officer on the shoulder in encouragement, then continues his walk around the station. He stops occasionally to speak with other officers, inquiring about different cases, always remaining composed and in control of the situation.

The camera follows him as he moves between the desks, carefully inspecting the work. In every corner he passes, the officers feel a sense of appreciation and respect for him, as he is the inspector who knows how to lead the team with both wisdom and firmness.

JUMP CUT TO:

INT.INSIDE THE POLICE STATION- INSPECTOR JONATHAN'S OFFICE-DAY.

The camera moves swiftly toward Inspector Jonathan's office. His voice, full of anger, echoes through the station. The walls seem to tremble as officers glance toward him with concern.

JONATHAN:

(yelling, his voice filled with fury)

Why can’t I find an arrest warrant for Gerard Johnson?! Isn’t the evidence we uncovered enough?! And the witnesses? Aren’t they ready to testify in court?!

The officers around him exchange uneasy glances, their silence heavy with tension. Officer Sam, hesitant, tries to respond slowly, as if every word could have serious consequences.

OFFICER SAM:

(hesitantly)

Sir… it’s not that simple. The... the file has been torn apart.

JONATHAN:

(even angrier)

Torn apart? How could that happen?!

He slams his fist on the desk, scattering papers into the air.

JONATHAN:

Who did this?! Who is protecting this criminal?!

OFFICER SAM:

(in a low, fearful voice)

Sir, it’s bigger than we thought. The evidence… has been destroyed. The witnesses… they’ve been silenced.

Jonathan stands frozen for a moment, his eyes widening as the words sink in. Inside, he knows this isn’t just a criminal case. It’s a battle against a larger force, and Gerard Johnson wields immense power. But Jonathan is not one to give up.

JONATHAN:

(in a low, determined voice)

He used his influence to destroy everything, but I won’t let him get away with it.

He takes a deep breath, stepping away from the desk, pacing around the room as he contemplates how to bring Gerard down.

JONATHAN:

I’ll find a way… I’ll expose the truth, no matter what it takes.

The officers remain silent, knowing the gravity of the situation. The station now falls into a tense quiet, except for the sound of Jonathan’s footsteps echoing as he moves back and forth.

Suddenly, a handsome young man enters, dressed in an expensive Italian suit His features are striking, his eyes filled with confidence, and his hair perfectly styled. He stops at the doorway called adam

ADAM:

(in a calm, charismatic tone)

Where can I find Inspector Jonathan?

Jonathan slowly looks up at the young man, trying to gauge what this unexpected visitor might bring.

A small, organized office, filled with neatly stacked papers and files. The walls of the office reflect a sense of seriousness and hard work.

The camera starts from the outside as a police officer points to the office.

OFFICER:

He’s in his office.

Inspector Jonathan's voice rises from inside, commanding and authoritative.

JONATHAN:

(from inside)

Come on in, kid.

The camera follows Adam Smith as he steps into the office. Adam, a handsome young man in an expensive Italian suit, walks confidently toward the desk.

ADAM:

(calmly)

Hello, are you Inspector Jonathan?

JONATHAN:

(looking up from his desk)

Yes, and who are you?

ADAM:

(with a faint smile)

Adam Smith. You don’t need to know who I am or my story right now. But I have information about Gerard and what he’s planning. It’s your chance to get your revenge.

Jonathan looks momentarily shocked, but quickly regains his composure.

JONATHAN:

(in surprise, but cautious)

Why? What do you want in return?

Adam steps closer, looking at Jonathan with piercing eyes.

ADAM:

(calmly, with a slight smile)

I want something simple... a girl who means a lot to me. I want to spend some time with her, just the two of us.

Jonathan looks at him with surprise, then smirks in disbelief.

JONATHAN:

(with a sarcastic smile)

Do you think we’re a dating service?

ADAM:

(laughing lightly)

No, it’s not a date. She’s my sister. Don’t make me feel disgusted.

Jonathan looks at him, bewildered.

JONATHAN:

Your sister? Why not just call her, then?

ADAM:

(with a sigh)

It’s a long story. My sources tell me she’s working with Gerard. And my father… he’s furious. He sent me to bring her home. Otherwise... he’ll buy this city, turn it into a giant nightclub, or destroy it completely.

Jonathan raises an eyebrow, trying to process what he’s hearing.

JONATHAN:

(mockingly)

Did I hear that right? Is your father Joseph Stalin’s brother?

ADAM:

(seriously)

Do you think this is funny? My father is part of the organization that controls the world, except for North Africa. There’s someone there we don’t mess with.

Jonathan pauses for a moment, then motions for Adam to sit down.

JONATHAN:

Sit down and tell me everything. I promise… I’ll get you your sister.

Adam smiles with relief, closing the door behind him. The camera slowly pulls away from the office, leaving Jonathan and Adam talking behind closed doors. We can’t see or hear what happens inside, but the tension in the air suggests that this conversation may change everything.

CUT TO:

INT.OPEN-AIR CAFÉ ON A BUSY STREET-DAY

A cozy small café, with walls adorned with local art and folk designs. Tables are set on the sidewalk under umbrellas, and the air is filled with the aroma of fresh coffee. Cars pass by the café in regular intervals, the hum of engines mixing with the sounds of people walking by

The camera begins with a focus on the street, where various cars, big and small, drive by, some stopping at traffic lights, others rushing through. On the sidewalk, pedestrians walk at a leisurely pace, some stopping to glance at shop windows, while others hurry to their destinations. The street is alive with activity.

The young waiter, 17 years old, tall and slender, moves between the tables with a calm smile, delivering drinks and taking orders. His movements are swift and professional, but he maintains a friendly interaction with the patrons.

The camera slowly pans to a table in the corner of the café. Seated at the table is Agatha,Next to her sits Houssam, a man, dressed in a black leather jacket, smoking a cigarette with a cold, distant gaze. George, an old friend, sits beside them, while the twins, Mokhtar and Said, are on the opposite side of the table, drinking different beverages. The mood is calm among them.

Each of them sips their chosen drink, except for Houssam, who is quietly sipping his strong Moroccan coffee, contemplatively exhaling smoke from his cigarette.

Agatha looking at Houssam with longing, her smile filled with mystery

AGATHA:

You’re different from them, Houssam. You have something... special. I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Houssam doesn’t lift his eyes from his coffee, taking another sip without giving her any attention.

HOUSSAM:

(coldly)

We’re all different, Agatha.

Agatha leans in slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

AGATHA:

(in a soft, seductive voice)

"But I see something in you that I don’t see in others. Why don’t we talk about something more... personal?"

Houssam exhales smoke slowly, still staring at his cup, without looking at her.

HOUSSAM:

(in a calm, indifferent tone)

I don’t think there’s anything personal to talk about.

Agatha gently places her hand on his, trying to entice him.

AGATHA:

(with a soft sigh)

I always succeed with boys, but... this is the first time I’ve failed with a man.

Houssam finally lifts his eyes to her, his gaze filled with sadness and detachment.

HOUSSAM:

(in a low, quiet voice)

Believe me, my heart died with her departure.

Agatha slowly pulls her hand back, feeling defeated, and looks away for a moment. Silence falls over the table, and the external noise returns, filling the air once again.

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