FADE IN Act 1 EXT. DOUBLE-DECKER BUS - 09:15 PETER sits alone. He holds a smartphone, his thumb scrolling lazily. He stops at a post. Just a dark blue background with black text: Why is there a universe rather than absolute nothingness? He taps the Qwen app icon. He asks the question and reads the response. PETER (V.O.): Quantum mechanics tells us what appears to be an empty vaccum is actually the lowest energy state of a quantum field. Reading. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): It's no

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM/CORRIDOR - MORNING Sunlight pools on the floor. KAJI sits posed by her now-emptied food bowl. She gives it one last lick. She trots towards the bedroom. KAJI (V.O.): It's a sanctuary of cool air and human warmth. PETER holds the bedroon door for her. PETER: Come back in, girl? One last snooze? KAJI (V.O.):It's a clear invitation. Kaji takes a step forward, then stops. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): The bedroom is a closed-off world. The living room,

FADE IN Act 1 INT. DINING ROOM/BEDROOM - 19:00 Modest. PETER sits at the dining table. His WIFE sets down dishes with unusual energy. PETER (V.O.): We usually eat after 20:15. They begin eating. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): We're going to a drone show tonight. It starts at 21:12. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I'm just happy to have a night out with my wife. After dinner, Peter goes to the bedroom. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Let me see what the drone show is about. He pulls out his sm

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. ESTATE STREET - 11:45 The sun hangs high. The street is alive. PETER walks with a steady, non-hurried rhythm. He wears a light green shirt, dark blue jeans. A grey hat sits atop his head. White, slim, stylish closed-ears headphones hug his ears. His face is calm. Content. Through his headphones. The Platter's "Only You" plays. Peter's fingers tap lightly against his thigh. Keeping time. PETER (V.O.): My main agenda today is to show up at the lunch with some

FADE IN Act 1 INT. K11 , TSIMSHATSUI - 12:45 A cathedral of retail. Art installations puntuate here and there. PETER walks beside his WIFE. She walks with purpose, eyes scanning storenames. WIFE: I've ordered a handbag. PETER: You've so many already... WIFE: I can't resist the impulse to buy this one. PETER (V.O.): It's understandable. She finished her Korean exam days ago. She enters a sleek boutique. Handbags gleam under warm spotlights. WIFE: I'm buying the sea-salt blue o

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 07:00 The morning sun filters through the curtains. PETER opens his eyes instantly, completely alert. He sits up. PETER (V.O.): I feel refreshed. Recalling. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): One o'clock in the morning. That's when I finally hit "Publish" on my daily screenplay. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The moment my head hit the pillow after that...gone. Less than a minute. A satifisfied smile crosses his face. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Today, I need to

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. MTR TRAIN - 18:15 The carrage sways gently, a rhythmic hum of steel on steel. PASSENGERS stare blankly at their phones. PETER too. PETER (V.O.): Ah, today is Tuesday. He taps the HKJC app. The Mark Six page appears. He selects Quick Pick's six numbers and adds to slip and sends. FLASHBACK INT. BATHROOM - 08:30 (Last Sunday) Morning light filters through a frosted window. Peter sits on the toilet. He holds a phone. On screen, the Me page. He stares at the to

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. CAR PARK/STAIRCASE, SILVERSTRAND - 16:15 The air is fresh with a hint of sea salt. PETER maneuvers his tiny two-seater Smart city coupe into a parking spot. He reaches for his red iphone in his handbag. PETER (V.O.): I use this phone for my professional services. Before I go swimming, let me see if I've any messages. He scrolls through his unread messages. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Right. Both of them. Around the same time. He types his replies to the Duty Law

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - MORNING Quiet, except for the rhythmic breathing of the PACK LEADER and PETER. KAJI lies at their feet. She shifts her weight. Her ears are perked. KAJI (V.O.): I haven't eaten since last night. Our maid has abandoned us. Pausing. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): There's no smell of sandwiches. The Pack Leader is a heavy sleeper. She stands, walks over to Peter to sniff his face. He doesn't stir. She leans in. Her wet. black nose hovers over his. She gi

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 09:45 Sitting up in bed, PETER scrolls Facebook. He pauses at a post in black, with just the phrase "The Crow's Law". PETER (V.O.): What is it? He surfs the web to investigate. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The Crow's Law states that when a bird is disliked by the forest for its harsh voice, it blames the trees. It flies from branch to branch, expecting a different reception, entirely deaf to its own voice. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Too cynical. Pa

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. ROAD - 18:45 (Yesterday) Red traffic light glows. A wet-haired PETER pulls his red 1989 Nissan 200 SX to a smooth halt at the intersection. As he leans over to tune the car radio, a voice drifts through his lowered passenger window. On a parallel pavement, a young WOMAN steps closer to the curb. Her COMPANION watches quietly as she smiles and calls out Peter. WOMAN: Your car is very stylish! Peter looks up from the dashboard, returns the smile, and replies.

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 09:15 Morning light filters through the curtains. PETER sits up in bed, scrolling through Facebook with his phone. He stops. On screen: A post with a starry background and text: The soul isn't inside the body. The body is inside the soul. And the soul is the universe. PETER (V.O.): Facebook shows me more posts like the ones I've read. He stares at the text. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I believe its algorithm tracks every post I pause to read. His eyes

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LAKESIDE RESTAURANT - 11:15 Overlooking a serene lake. Steam rises from bamboo baskets. PETER sits alone. Over his ears, he wears noise-cancelling headphones. His eyes are fixed on his phone screen. A post catches his eyes: The background is a dark, deep-space scene filled with glowing points of light, and faint spiral galaxies. The central motif is a silhouette of a human head with network-like energy lines that extend outward into the cosmos. He stares at

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. SILVERSTRAND BAY - 17:15 The sky is heavy. The sea is restless. PETER, wearing a simple pair of swimming trunks, stands at the water's edge. He gazes not at the water, but at the distant hills across the bay. PETER (V.O.): I know that shade of grey. That's the rain getting ready. He wades in with a sense of purpose. He swims with a rhythmic crawl, heading for the line of orange safety buoys that mark the swimming area. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Raindrops keep

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 19:30 An upright piano sits against the wall. Sheet music is scattered at a corner like fallen leaves. PETER squints at his tablet. His fingers hover the keys, frozen on the final chord. PETER (V.O.): Wonderful. He plays the last bar again. Fm Cmaj7. His face softens. He plays it a third time, slower, letting the notes ring out. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Why...why does it feel like just someone just said goodbye and meant it? He taps an AI agent

FADE IN Act 1 INT. HOME - NIGHT Warmly lit. The sounds of a TV show mumur in the background. KAJI rests on a plush sofa. The PACK LEADER and PETER sit at a dining table. Kaji's nose twitches. A delicious aroma fills the air. KAJI (V.O.): Ah, the forbidden scent. The smell of the dinner they think I shouldn't have. Pausing. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): It's a scent that promises joy, and a swift, firm "No". Pausing. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): But I've a warm sofa. And I've them. Then

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 12:30 Filled with the soft light of midday. The faint clinking of cutlery is heard. PETER sits opposite to his WIFE at a table. They're eating simple salads. WIFE: About cousin Wai, he's been so good... PETER: You buy all your stones from him...He's a self-made man. WIFE: Have you ever met his siblings? PETER: One of his sisters a few times before her emigrating to Canada in the 1970s. Pausing. PETER (Cont'd): Before you can understand cousin

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. GOLDEN BAY - 15:30 Calm. GROUPS dot the sand. SOME at water's edge, PETER drops his red swim bag on the sand. He adjusts his black goggles, the elastic snapping against his silver hair. He wades in. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The water is warm. He launches himself forward, a smooth breaststroke. He swims steadily towards the outer limits of the swimming area, marked by a string of orange buoys. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The water there should be cool and clear. Re

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 19:30 PETER sits at an upright piano. On a side table is a half-full bowl of sweet potato dessert. Kaji, the family pet, is guarding it. Following an online tutorial, Peter's fingers pick out Joseph Koo's song "Shanghai Teng". PETER (V.O.): I'm not just playing. I'm dissecting. I want to compose better songs. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): It needs to breathe...like a sigh...a gentle sigh. He plays a few bars again. And then his face light

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 07:30 Sunlight, thin and pale cuts through the curtains. PETER sits up in bed, phone in hand. He scrolls lazily through Facebook. His thumb stops. PETER (V.O.): Hmm...a photo of Dolly Parton? His face tenses. A flicker of alarm. Then he sees: 1946-2026. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): No... A wave of genuine sadness washes over him. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The only time the media truly remember someone is when s/he is dead. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): W