Dark Figures

The Origin of Felix Leiter

Written

By

David Muir

OVERVIEW

Dark Figures, The Origin of Felix Leiter is an action thriller that offers multiple meanings and arguments. It will be, in the strictest sense, the origin story of James Bond, 007’s™ CIA counterpart, Felix Leiter, Code Name: The Dark.

But as with the best streaming series, Dark Figures, The Origin of Felix Leiter will be far more than a spy action thriller, and to the extent that it breaks new ground, it will do so because of larger, universal themes that have to do with the human condition, the nature of capitalism, and indeed, colonialism and its forever chemical-like effects.

The Sopranos becomes art when it stands as more than a mob story. The Wire cannot be judged as merely a descendent of Homicide or NYPD Blue, but as a vehicle for making statements about the American city, the American experiment, and capitalism.

Dark Figures, The Origin of Felix Leiter’s grand theme is nothing less than existentialism:

The world has failed to come to terms with the permanent and cannibalistic nature of imperialism — and by extension, colonization — and by extension, capitalism.

For Felix Leiter, the lesson is that nothing about the American system, and the world system by proximity, is accidental.

Every aspect of America from its racial hierarchies to its economic disparities to unjust and morally bankrupt foreign polices is simply a continuation of an old script.

This script, its scenes, and its characters play out repeatedly. Always leading to wealth gained by the few in exchange for oppression, exploitation, war, and misery for the many.

In this sense, Felix Leiter’s journey from Carib mountain boy to rebellious orphan to elite American military cadet to special operative to freelance mercenary to CIA experiment, illustrates and offers an argument that in America; fiction is truth, legends are manufactured, and myths are held as sacred, but facts and history are neither taught nor shared nor honored nor protected.

Getting too close to true history would break the illusion. Break the cycle. Disempower the world’s elite. Upset the world’s controllers. Threaten the world’s owners.

Each story arc ultimately gravitates toward one prolonged common feature; pain, suffering, and isolation is leveled at those who live or expose the truth.

Full knowledge or awareness that fiction serves to protect powerful entities, especially the owners and controllers of global financial capital (OCGFC), can lead to severe consequences.

Full of dark, doomed, narcissistic men who gravitate to morally ambiguous, hyper-intelligent, cynical femme fatales, the style of the series can be described as noir.

As the story revolves around high-net-income individuals, greed, sex, entitlement, violence, vengeance, luxury and travel, the stage is set for a traditional James Bond, 007™ brand of escapism.

Characters, although flawed, hold exceptional intelligence, strength, class, constitution, dexterity, and other untold gifts — mostly, and unfortunately, to their demise.

From the first episode to the last, as Felix Leiter is ever- enlightened so is the viewer. Increasingly, we see that America has removed the chains from necks only to sear or brand empty lifestyles onto shackled minds.

Eventually, so-called white people learn that they are also victims to new forms of an entrenched system that is responsible for age-old exploitation and oppression.

With the rich and powerful understanding that nothing is more powerful than information, the poor suffer because they have been conditioned to believe in a history that never happened.

A history where mediocrity was always exceptional. One where the cretins were always the heroes and never the malefactor. A warped view of the past where the victims were always the villains.

And as the masses live inside a fictitious world, they’ll continue to allow the perpetuation of the same crimes of the past for the benefit of the elite, hyper-wealthy few.

What follows is a careful description of the setting, followed by a roll of major first-season characters, some of which can continue into the story-arc throughout the series.

SETTING

Overall, lush and luxurious. Haute couture. Anchored by noir. Deep shadows. Sparse to harsh light. Steam, fog, and silhouettes throughout. Wet streets under unpredictable skies. Clouds move fast.

Although global, there is a heavy focus on the emergence of the global south with an emphasis on the Caribbean and Latin America.

Rich with resources, economic potential, and a threat to the west — Europe and America in particular, the global south offers so-called black and brown populations as the majority with the wealthiest one percent of each continent clinging to certain lands, economic hubs, and levers of power.

The cities that this story unfolds in range from rich and ornate to poor, yet innovative. There is miseducation from the ivy leagues down to the preschools which feed into morally bankrupt governments, sinister corporations, and shadow enterprises. Many of the scenes take place during public and private social events set for the rich and affluent.

Gritty city streets that range from rain-slicked to disorienting to menacing serve as buffers from one door of lush luxury living to another.

The mountains, high-end ski resorts, yachts, ranches, and warm beaches are played as breaks when not offering their own brand of conspiracy, sex, and danger.

Public and private museums, art, and art history — or stolen art, questionable history, and orphaned artifacts share lessons while serving as intros to episodes, locations, and characters — increasing in cynicism as the series progresses.

CHARACTERS

CARIBBEAN:

1) FELIX LEITER, THE DARK – Carib. Dark skin. Striking features. Olympic build. Early thirties. There is a high correlation between his rise throughout the mercenary and assassin world and the mythology surrounding his immortality. Some believe he is a Duppie (ghost). Inactive and living a slow, but warm life as an American suburban businessman, his personal life and whereabouts are veiled until the death of his wife, partner, and mentor. Pivoting upon her death, he exacts revenge only to find himself blindsided by an ever more disturbing sequence of events. When not in tailored suites, its slacks with an oxford, and vintage Rolex Explorer 1016. In addition to Jamaica’s Patois, he speaks Akon, Kromanti, Yoruba, Dutch, Portuguese, French, Spanish, English, Japanese, Putonghua, Arabic, and English.

2) OBA, THE CROCODILE – Jamaican. Indigenous. Taíno to black male. Maybe early fifties. Rooted. Wise. Cool. Deadly. An old soul who mourns the current state of the world. Took Felix in as a child as reward for the safe return of his youngest son. Father figure to Felix. Presumed dead after a deadly CIA attack on his mountain village. He suffers a slight sense of paranoia. Has many scars. He and Felix are the only survivors of a CIA raid. Wears army fatigues, Asics track shoes and Serrano shades. Tucked, he still wears his tribal necklace and an Omega Seamaster 300. Runs cartels to militias throughout the Caribbean, Latin America, and Miami from the shadows. In addition to Jamaica’s Patois, he speaks Akon, Kromanti, Arawakan, Spanish, and English.

CIA:

1) LENA LEITER, THE STONEFISH – Born in Japan. Asian and black woman in her thirties. PAIGAN’S daughter. Founder of an extremely successful, elite, and corrupt firm that offers its services in corporate espionage and assassinations to the highest bidder. Clients see LENA as detached. Expert markswoman. Disavows any emotion or allegiance to ideology, religion, or government. Underneath a vacuum-tight seal of unflappability coated in charming business acumen is the fact that she is a master assassin hailing from a rich history of successful special ops missions. CIA, MI6, or SPECTRE, LENA is neutral and works all angles. Mentored by PAIGAN as a bodyguard and lover, she discovers and mentors FELIX LEITER as a bodyguard and lover before marrying him. Her love for FELIX is questionable. Although her native language is Japanese, LENA speaks countless languages and is most comfortable in business attire and a Rolex Explorer.

MI6:

1) NIDHAN MIRIN, THE LIONFISH – South Asian. Born in London, England. Wealthy heiress. Maybe thirty. Hyper-intelligent. Knife expert. Authoritative hacker since age twelve. Indulges in whiskey and cocaine. To be with FELIX LEITER’S alter ego — THE DARK, as her alter ego — THE LIONFISH, NIDHAN aspires to awaken and weaponize something much darker, more dangerous — even sinister, in FELIX. Able to strike an unforgettable presence in anyone’s conscious, she is the most charismatic and unpredictable character FELIX comes across. Lacks empathy. Quick to offer death as a solution. An apex predator, she kills believing she’s curating to cleansing the earth. She is an orphan by her own making. Expert lip reader. She speaks Dhivehi, Hindi, Bengali, Urdu, French, Spanish, Greek, Arabic, Mandarin, and English. She wears black with jewelry that nods to lionfish patterns.

Special Executives for Counterintelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion - SPECTRE:

1) PAIGAN, THE ZAMBEZI SHARK – Racially ambiguous. Handsome. Somewhere in his fifties. LENA’S father and lover. A member of SPECTRE, PAIGAN is a charismatic, yet brutal force. Sophisticated, he controls the underworld with a level of fear and intimidation that nods to mafia dons. A man with many enemies. Although closer to the upper echelon of the SPECTRE hierarchy, he still intervenes personally solely to revel in the humiliation of others. Inflated ego. Melodramatic. A malicious orator. In addition to Jamaica’s Patois, he speaks countless languages. Snorting cocaine at will, PAIGAN is openly polygamous and finds gratification in the violation of boundaries and norms. His bodyguards are also his lovers.

2) KALA, THE SEA WOLF - Racially ambiguous. Charming. Well-informed. Dignified. Somewhere in his late forties. The youngest brother of PAIGAN. An elite member of SPECTRE, KALA is well balanced. Thoughtful to shrewd. Puffs cigars. Sips whiskey. Prefers to toy with enemies before disposal. A strong earner for SPECTRE, his reach and power are ever-increasing. He moves without fanfare. In addition to Jamaica’s Patois, he speaks countless languages. He is a marksman’s marksman. His beloved dogs are his closest and most loyal bodyguards and his hunting team. A professional level boxer. His moves are always measured. Judgmental with the verdict often being torture or death.

3) THE OLD MAN, THE GOLDEN FROG – Latin man in his late sixties to seventies. Elite member of SPECTRE. A complex, charming, multifaceted character that has risen from a populist antihero to a brutal, paranoid tyrant. Calm and calculating, he orders assassinations when shifting quickly to rage. He uses dark money to build schools, churches, and hospitals which earns loyalty from the locals. Engages in disaster capitalism. Trades weapons, illegal computer chips and software, cocaine, and heroin.

Although he's in stellar shape, sharp, virile, and extremely active, he feigns rigidity and the effects of older age in public. Quirky and eccentric, high fashion leisure wear is his fit. He is careful not to share his deep understanding of geopolitics, most languages and numerous cultures.

4) LUCIA SCIARRA, THE TIGER SHARK - Sicilian. Exceptional intellectual powers with vast creative abilities. Tall, dark, and charismatic. World renowned biochemist. Her elegance is revered. She appears to be somewhere in her late thirties. Her beauty and physique provoke awe. She has developed successful medicines and treatments that cure illnesses, preserve, and extend life. She refuses to share any innovation, invention or scientific breakthrough with mankind. Both a match and challenge for THE OLD MAN, LUCIA SCIARA manipulates world leaders and events at will. Hyper-wealthy, she trades currencies and intel at a premium. LUCIA has had a brush with JAMES BOND where she feigned a damsel in distress only to get close to and kill several MI6 and CIA operatives. She is the owner and CEO of a thriving Italian haute couture fashion house where she recruits agents. Extremely seductive, she is singularly focused on amassing billions per month. Her staff sees to it that Gregory Isaacs is always played in her presence.

OUTLIERS:

1) THE UNKNOWNS, THE DUPPIES – They speak countless languages and communicate in many ways. When IoT connected technologies and devices are unavailable, young children or elders are sent as messengers. Warning, lifeline, threat or damnation, THE UNKNOWNS have motives that are unclear. They are responsible for introducing and weaponizing Anosognosia to the world as a disease used to leverage symptoms that include a lack of awareness or insight into one's own mental or physical state, level of psychological illness or disability. They understand that Anosognosia is extremely valuable when it spreads in the form of denial.

2) LUCIA’S DAUGHTER. FELIX LEITER’S HALF SISTER – Suspected of orchestrating the 2025 Courchevel Billionaire Massacre. No credible leads have emerged beyond reports of vultures released throughout the hotels and private lodges in the aftermath. Feared by the world's ultra-wealthy yet relentlessly pursued by governments and multinational corporations for her exceptional intelligence skills, equally strong counter-intelligence capabilities, and strategic value. Current whereabouts: Unknown. Confirmed intelligence: None. Status: Untraceable.

BIBLE

SUPERIMPOSED TEXT: BUCHAREST, ROMANIA (SUMMER, 2026).

1. INT. NIGHT. LUXURY BATH HOUSE. HEAVY NOIR.

Pitch black to titles over the sound of steam nozzles favoring the hiss of snakes at a fever-pitch. The space is cavernous. A bathhouse. A retreat, but in no way a place of peace.

Shadows are cast. Mosaic filled walls provide a canvas for gore. Clouds of steam fade. Octagons, white tiles appear to crystalize. Textured, the tiles hold abstract images of a long-forgotten pre-Dacian world.

Steam nozzles resemble various snake heads. Beneath severe vertical pupils are dark nostrils. Past fangs and forked tongues, their glottis release a cacophony of sharply defensive hot steam hisses. They are disturbingly authentic.

Steam breaks. Drips from nozzles are magnified and exaggerated. Each growing slowly until too pregnant to hold.

War drums, each drip drops bursting big, echoing despair. Defying physics, two things occupy the same space at the same time. Push and pull at once, drips of scalding hot water embody the heat of birth and the chill of death.

CLOSE UP: ANOTHER DROP.

Water trickling large from a serpent-like nozzle. Bodies are reflected in a drop.

SLOW PAN ACROSS THE ROOM.

Snake nozzles salivate throughout. Trickles favoring venom seem to sizzle as they hit the floor. Layers of lifeless bodies are piled on unforgiving tile. This fight is finished. Sweat and blood thick with chunks pool over broken figures.

Death lowers the temperature. Another blast of steam is triggered. With a hard hiss, nozzles offer greater applause. A hot haze is formed. Steam turns to static, then back to steam.

2. INT. NIGHT. STEAM ROOM SLOW PAN CONTINUES.

The room grows still. Steam to static. Static back to steam. Floor tiles appear to bleed. Shadows attempt to cover what may be a tooth.

By now the view is full. We see the entire room. Curtin-like, steam sputters to a part. Lifeless, soulless, flush with blood, heads and limbs are bashed and mangled.

The flesh of the dead is unveiled. Their choice, death before retreat. Jaws are shattered and twisted. Exploited was every Achilles heel. Eyes gauged. Ears missing. Fingers bent off the bone flap like banana peels.

Clumps of hair attached to flesh lay near what is now just a pile of meat. Steam breaks... Static. Static. Steam.

3. INT. NIGHT. STEAM ROOM CORNER. SHADOWS.

A chiseled, heavily melanated figure sits. He stretches the limits of visibility. He is naked. He is bloody. A dark corner the womb, he is reborn — into a life, although vivid, solemn. An improbable future at best. To these facts, his facial expression is the capsule. He presents as a dark figure.

Screen full of static turns into a screen full of steam. A mouth guard is removed from THE DARK FIGURE’S face as he steps toward what appears to be an unlikely survivor.

Blood soaked, the floor is slippery. With a slow, controlled glide, he regains traction to pivot and hold his balance. THE DARK FIGURE stands over his adversaries. One lives. What’s left of a once great mercenary now struggles and gasps for air.

Broken, the man is trapped under a pile of bodies carefully curated to send a message.

MERCENARY ONE

(Perturbed) ... You.

THE DARK

(The feeling is mutual) ... You ... You live not for what you know, but for what I know.

Sportingly, THE DARK kneels near THE MERCENARY. He twists the man’s lame body to open his lungs. He squats over the badly damaged warrior assessing life expectancy.

THE DARK

I have a message for you. Listen. Listen carefully. The facts not fiction, my friend, are important... In 2024... 3,125 of the world’s most influential people, who had for decades, conspired to harness and streamline the power of apocalyptic movements, supremacist ideologies, and rigid religious beliefs finally captured all aspirations of democracy... I know. And I want them to know that I know. I know that they are now able to abandon any façade of the rule of law. Their neo-feudalist renaissance has increased in strength, speed, and progression. I know. I know that the self-proclaimed lords' mass-market vision of fortressed, privatized nations fueled by tech-Zionism is no longer a myth... This, I also know.

With a mild sense of indifference, THE DARK delivers a sharp slap to the barely conscious MERCENARY’S temple.

THE DARK

Keep up! ... Divide, conquer, and devour. Clear, purge, and recreate countries as armed bunkers built to serve oligarchs across the globe. Yes. Let them know... I know.

THE DARK surveys a room full of death and destruction. He fights anger.

THE DARK

Look, I understand that we live in a fact-insensitive world, but did you people really believe it would be so easy? Such hubris. Presumption. Vanity. Ignorance.

Confused, the fallen gladiator looks up at THE DARK and speaks through pain.

MERCENARY ONE

Ignorance? There has been some resistance. Did you know that? Hmm? Yes. Launched by the... Brits’ MI6 with 00’s led by BOND. What do you really know? What? Hmm? You, my friend, are late to the party.

THE MERCENARIES news has THE DARK’S attention.

THE DARK

Well now... There’s a 00 in the pile.

MERCENARY ONE

(With contempt, THE MERCENARY ignores THE DARK’S discovery) 00 agents were forced to pivot, share intelligence, and join forces with CIA Special Ops Groups long ago.

Pain interrupts THE MERCENARY forcing THE DARK to carry the conversation.

THE DARK

Yes... I know. SOG capabilities include the deployment of lethal and unpredictable ...

With mercy, THE DARK grabs THE MERCENARY’S dislocated wrist and snaps it back into place. THE MERCENARY’S response is calm to indifferent.

MERCENARY ONE

... Yes. Most explosive operatives. By any means... Uncovered, activated, controlled or disposed of. By any ...

Catching his breath, THE MERCENARY finds the irony.

MERCENARY ONE

Many of these bodies are 00s. Did you know that? Do you know your purpose? Your true purpose? Do you?

The men are silenced by a loud blast of steam. When the mist clears THE DARK stands alone.

THE DARK

Your timing and intel were wrong. Off. That was no accident. Still, it’s best that they find you this way.

THE DARK spots a towel. He wipes his eyes, then his feet clear. There is a sense of frustration. Mechanical, he slips on a victim’s sandals before making an exit that favors that of a child’s first steps. Apart from the messenger, he moves to exit a lifeless steam room. Mockingly, THE GLADIATOR delivers parting words.

MERCENARY ONE

(Through pain) At some point, their digital, social, and psychological warfare must cross tangible barriers. No one is out of reach. They can be interacted with. Use simple tools and instruments. They can be touched. They can be measured and shot. In the physical world, violence is and will always be a competitive advantage... But if you don’t know your purpose, they will leverage your pain. Your weaknesses. They will use you.

THE DARK stops and holds before exiting but does not look back. A shattered glass door draws to a slow close behind him.

4. INT. NIGHT. STEAM ROOM PAN TO THE DEAD.

Eyes are still open. Their gaze is directed at the ceiling.

5. INT. NIGHT. CUT TO AND HOLD STEAM ROOM CEILING.

The ceiling’s mosaic. Slow blur to clear. It is a large, ominous octopus. The symbol and crest of SPECTRE. Aerial view of THE WOUNDED GLADIATOR tucked in with the dead. The bodies have been positioned to mirror the ceiling.

Torsos and trunks form a large head and mantle with limbs as tentacles. It is a mollusk. It is also a scene normally reserved for a serial killer.

Through art there is communication. A message. Steam sputters and hisses before blasts erupt. Nozzles carefully crafted as poisonous serpents offer greater ovation.

STEAM NOZZLES

Hiszzzsssssssssssssssssssssssssssstttt-tt

6. INT. SHOWERS ADJACENT TO THE STEAM ROOM. NIGHT.

Heavy noir. Hard and extreme lighting finds THE DARK FIGURE under a shower. There’s a sharp cracking sound. Through the shower we hear a scream. He’s in agony. He has realigned his back.

As if electrocuted, paralysis turns into a slow sway. Is it the cadence of a triumphant warrior basking under a tropical waterfall or is it a child whimpering in the rain. New wounds are welcomed home by old scars as the blood of his victims is rinsed from his back.

The view tightens. We see what he feels. The truth. Morality is not and will never be a driver for his foes. This is a fight for power and material acquisition. His face moves from shock to disgust.

Kneeling, he opens his eyes. Born again, death is his newfound religion. Hallucination or not, the drain is the head with running blood as multiple tentacles.

More weapon than hand, fingers reach up to find a knob. He runs the water from hot to warm to cold to ice cold. The water stops. Large drips of water kiss the back of his head like bullets. He fights a shiver. He inhales deeply. He regains his composure. Channeling death, his body becomes still. He opens and closes his eyes. He stands. Thoughts clear, body clean, he leaves.

7. EXT. NIGHT. AERIAL. ROMANIAN BATH HOUSE.

Exotic cars sit under a moonlit parking lot. Tall and cut, a well-dressed figure walks the lot. A slow, sure stride upstages injury. Insects chirp.

8. EXT OF CAR. NIGHT. EYE-LINE MATCH.

Imposing, a menacing frame comes to a reflection in the driver's side window. Under a clean-cut businessman is a cold, vengeful special operative.

Behind long eyelashes and dark features is a left eye on a slight, yet noticeable swell. High cheekbones and a strong jaw are barely upstaged by cuts and bruises. His mouth tastes of blood.

9. INT. NIGHT. EXOTIC CAR.

The car has no badges or logos. Bullet proof, the car’s windows are heavily tinted. An Aufrecht, Melcher, GroBaspach, the car is a black GT 63. Year hard to determine as it has not been released to the public. A beat-up body dictates how he dips into the cabin. He surveys the car, then the parking lot before holstering a Glock 19. Bruised knuckles wrap the steering wheel’s soft leather. Sensors enable the tech to light up as the engine wakes. Core sensors light up to show images and biometrics of all life within 400 feet. The steam room’s wounded 00 lives. The enormity of the situation provokes bristles.

THE DARK

(To his AI Agent) Continue lessons.

THE DARK’S AI

Pairing with AMG’s AI.

THE DARK examines the dashboard’s alerts, data, and information.

THE DARK’S AI

Paired... Permission to proceed.

THE DARK

Proceed.

THE DARK’S AI

LENA, Ni xiang chī shénme?

LENA, What do you want to eat?

THE DARK

LENA, Ni xiang chī shénme?

LENA, What do you want to eat?

THE DARK’S AI

Shéi shā le LENA?

Who killed Lena?

THE DARK

Shéi shā le LENA?

Who killed Lena

CAR AI

Shéi shā le LENA?

Who killed Lena?

THE DARK

Shéi shā le LENA?

Who killed Lena? ...

Shéi shā le LENA?

Who killed LENA?

Shéi shā le LENA?

Who? ... Why?

... Who killed LENA?

A truly dark figure, he knows his purpose. Nothing has changed. He rolls away. The lessons continue.

MUSIC: HARD TIMES BY DR. BUZZARD’S ORIGINAL SAVANNAH BAND.

The MGM logo is presented austerely over a dark sky. There is a moment of silence before the title in red reads:

DARK FIGURES

THE ORIGIN OF FELIX LEITER

---- FADE OUT -----

TITLE SEQUENCE OVER MUSIC.

MUSIC: HARD TIMES BY DR. BUZZARD’S ORIGINAL SAVANNAH BAND.

Psychedelic Caribbean sequence of FELIX LEITER’S journey through corruption, power, and moral ambiguity. Credits serve as a mini-music video, (dominance and vulnerability, wealth and poverty, luxury and deprivation, sex, drugs, murder, and festive events) while setting the mood and stage for a hardboiled noir spy thriller.

10. EXT DAY. MEDITERRANEAN. LUXURY HELICOPTER IN FLIGHT.

Morning. From the deep cerulean of the open sea to the gentle turquoise of the shallow, a luxury chopper sounds over an indulgent spectrum of blue.

11. INT DAY. LUXURY HELICOPTER IN FLIGHT.

The Bell 525 approaches the grounds of a decadent seaside estate.

12. EXT DAY. HELICOPTER LANDS ON PAD.

Well-dressed passengers exit the copter to board a shuttle. They float by an extremely violent jai alai match.

Spectators are intrigued. The crowd roars. The court’s primary colors glow in the sun.

The players sport loin clothes and open wounds with swollen body parts under bruises. Facial expressions flash bloody gums with clinched teeth.

Bare feet slide through blood and sweat as they catch traction to pivot and play.

Arachnoids to scorpionoidia to serpetes are painted on the athletes’ backs. They play hard. Their lives depend on it.

The cesta’s long curved scoop is used to block rays of light when not blocking to hurling the deadly projectile. The rock-hard ball ricochets fast. The injuries increase. The crowd roars. The gambling is heavy. Another player is down.

Toys, exotic vehicles, helicopters, and small planes are littered throughout. The affair is black tie. Its patrons are a diverse, discerning class of international elites. Exotic birds are comfortable here.

They hunt here. They nest here. They mate here.

Gowns present athletic backs, strong shoulders, and long necks. Well trained and disciplined, disciples partake in rare rituals spanning from relaxation to debauchery.

It’s an intoxicating environment. Present day nods to the 1970’s. From pools to patios to tents silhouettes socialize throughout. Smoking is heavy. Drinking is heavier. Excess is expected.

Cryptic, the sway of trained dancers tells stories based on those in attendance.

13. INT DAY. ESTATE ENTRANCE.

MUSIC: YAO SU RONG - LIAN ER HONG XIN ER XIAO (姚苏蓉 - 臉兒紅心兒笑)

Gowns designed to woo, not conceal, continue to flow. Women float down a long hallway filed with statues, paintings, and sculptures that blur the line between pain and pleasure.

They enter a library, move past a den, and into a large sunken circular room. The space is cozy boho-chic with '70s luxury decor.

Smoke dances and dazzles. Statue stiff, vocalists break their vogue to perform.

Masters, two men sit across a low custom-made Boca Do Lobo styled table on a thick leather couch. Bucketed, the couch favors a horseshoe.

The elite special executives for counterintelligence, terrorism, revenge and extortion (SPECTRE) are carefully catered to by the staff. Gowns flow toward them…