FADE IN Act 1 EXT. HIGHWAY - 18:48 In a green New Beetle, PETER sits in the passenger seat. His WIFE drives. The dashboard glows. She glances down. WIFE: Oh, the engine light is on again. Peter sees that. He pulls out his phone to capture a photo. PETER: I need to tell Fat Boy about tomorrow and this...we're flying out soon, and we don't know if the repair work of our Previa has been completed. He texts Fat Boy, and then watches the engine light again. PETER (V.O.): Not sure

FADE IN Act 1 INT. HOME - MORNING Sunlight cuts through a gap in the curtains. The room smells of sleep and warm cotton. KAJI sits perfectly still beside PETER's sleeping head. KAJI (V.O.): The light is correct. The smell is correct. The human is not. She watches him. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): The protocol is simple. Three licks. No more. No less. He's a creature of habit. I'm the architect of those habits. Kaji leans in. She licks Peter's nose. Once. A gentle, deliberate tap

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. ROADS - 17:00 A 1989 signal red Nissan rolls towards NT. PETER, with an bandaid on his wrist, drives with one hand on the wheel. The other rests near the radio. RADIO ANCHOR (V.O.): ...President Trump speaking to reporters earlier today outside the White House - A brief pause, then, Trump's voice, clear and familiar: TRUMP (V.O.):Iran is not able to do much now. And we could, if we wanted to, just to take all of the oil. We could take the whole country. And

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 09:00 PETER sits propped up against a mountain of pillows. He is glued to his smartphone. His thumb flicks lazily up the screen. An image of a gaunt, intense young man in Austro-Hungarian military uniform grips his attention. He taps the post. PETER (V.O.): Ludwig Wittgenstein...His imprisonment in the Italian prisoner of war camp, 1918... Peter stares at the piercing eyes of the soldier in the image. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): In early 1912, just thr

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 19:00 Warm lamplight. A few framed photos. PETER sits at an upright piano. He wears a T-shirt and shorts. On his right wrist - a square band-aid. On his right knee, another square band-aid. He moves a little stiffly, but his face is calm. He rests his hands on the keys. Then begins to play. The opening notes of "在水一方 " (By the Waterside) - gentle, flowing, unhurried. His touch is soft but sure. The melody fills the room. He hums a line - not t

FADE IN Act 1 MONTAGE A. Living room. Afternoon. PETER sits at an upright piano. He plays some gentle, slightly halting tunes. His WIFE sits on the sofa, watching a drama on TV. B. Silverstrand Bay. Evening. The water is calm. Peter swims with steady, methodical strokes. The beach is quiet. END MONTAGE EXT. PARK - 18:45 Streetlamps cast a warm glow. His wife walks Kaji, the family pet. Peter joins them. PETER: Has she done her business? WIFE: Yes...I've a message for you. Our

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. GOLDEN BAY - 18:30 The sky is a canvas of deep purples and fiery oranges, melting into the ink of the coming night. A bright moon, hangs low. PETER is floating on his back in the calm water. His eyes fix on the moon. PETER (V.O.): Splendoured thing...truly. He lets the water hold him, the world reduced to the rhythm of his own breathing, and the vast silent sky. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): A perfect moment. The beach is dotted with more warm lights. PETER (V.O.)

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BATHROOM - 17:15 Modern and tidy. PETER stands before the mirror, holding a silver King flute, its keys gleaming under the warm lamplight. Before him are a single sheet of sheet music: Love Is a Many- Splendoured Thing, and a Pad screen showing a flute fingering chart. PETER (V.O.): My first attempt to play a song with three flats and one sharp. He takes a slow, centering breath. He plays a note. It's an Eb. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): It sounds reasonably clean

FADE IN Act 1 INT. HOME - MORNING Sunlight streams through the window. KAJI sits perfectly poised at the bedroom door. KAJI (V.O.): It's breakfast time. The bedroom door opens. PETER stumbles out, yawning. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): Woof. PETER: Yeah. I hear you. Bread for you. MONTAGE OF WHAT HAPPENS LATER A. Peter goes out and soon returns with a loaf of bread in a transparent bag. Kaji joins her swiftly at the dining table. He immediately offers her a large piece, continuin

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 22:15 PETER lies in bed, propped up on pillows. Holding a phone, his finger slowly swiping through photos. We see photos of him and his wife in a flight simulator cockpit. PETER (V.O.): Changi. The highlight. Just before our departure. His eyes linger on the screen. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I always loved the film. Those Magnificient Men in Their Flying Machines. The absurdity, the courage, the sheer joy of it. Recalling. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): T

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 16:15 Soft sunlight slants through the window. PETER and his WIFE are staring at a rent-a-car booking website. WIFE: We need to rent a car for either two to three days. The price difference between the two options is minimal. PETER: Renting for three days offers better value for money. WIFE: Yes, and we'll get the car in Nerima-Ku and return it at the Heneda Airport. PETER: You're never tired of visiting the Kawagushi-Ku. WIFE: And you want to

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. RIVERSIDE PARK - 18:15 The sun is setting. PETER sits on a wooden bench with Kaji, the family pet. He watches the family turtle moving across the lawn. He smiles, a look of deep contemplation in his eyes. FLASHBACK EXT. SINGAPORE STREET - 11:00 (Oct 1, 2026) The skyline is modern and gleaming. Peter and his WIFE are walking towards the Calton City Hotel. Suddenly - Cock-a-doodle-doo! Peter looks around, confused. PETER: Did you hear that? WIFE: In the middl

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 09:20 Quiet. PETER sits propped up in bed. He holds a phone, scrolling through Facebook. A post catches his eye. The headline reads: Beatles' "Rubber Soul" 2026 Reissue Deputs at #3 on Billboard 200. PETER (V.O.): Number three. 61 years later. A slow smile spreads across his face. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Since 2011, I've been producing and publishing my bilingual/trilingual songs. I wrote the music and the lyrics. I sang and played the guitar. Paus

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. SILVERSTRAND BAY - 17:20 The sun hangs low, casting a warm amber glow across the gentle waves. PETER wades into the water and launches into a steady breaststroke. PETER (V.O.): The water is clear. He reaches the outer edge of the swimming area. He pauses, treading water. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): It's my practise to switch to freestyle from here. He then swims freestyle along a line of orange buoys. The only sounds are his breath and his hands entering the wat

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BATHROOM - 08:30 Clean, functional, modern. A white-haired PETER is using the toilet, scrolling Facebook posts on his smartphone. A headline catches his eye: A 73-year old man weds a 33-year old woman. PETER (V.O.): I'm interested to see the comments. He taps comments and reads them: a sea of vulgarity. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Cantonese speakers are often described as outspoken and direct in their conversations...what is "Vietnam 17"? He researches. PETER (V

FADE IN Act 1 INT. HOME - MORNING Sunlight streams through a gap in the curtains in the bedroom. KAJI is curled in bed. Her ears twitch. KAJI (V.O.): It's breakfast time. She lifts her head. Sniffs the air. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): The scent is wrong. There's the familiar smell of the Pack Leader and Peter, but the most important aroma is missing. She stretches, a long, deliberate extension of her front legs, then her back. She observes PETER and the PACK LEADER. KAJI (V.O.)

FADE IN Act 1 INT. DINING ROOM - 20:30 Two plates are largely cleared. PETER swirls the last of the lemon honey in his glass. Across from him, his WIFE, enjoying her coffee. PETER: I was thinking...for November. WIFE: Mmm? November. We'll be back from Kuala Lumpur on Nov 2. PETER: It's just...our Sept Hokkaido trip feels a long time ago already. WIFE: We've barely unpacked from one trip before we're planning the next. PETER: I feel like...I should do more. While I still can.

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 21:00 Peter sits up in bed, his thumb rhythmically swiping across his phone screen. A faint smile plays on his lips. On screen, we see a cascade of photos. Pristine landscape of Hokkaido. Peter's wife smiling in front of a field of lavender. Disney Adventure queues. The futuristic Gardens by the Bay of Singapore. Peter swipes past them and stops on a photo - a silver Toyota Prius e-four. The car is almost futuristic in its design. FLASHBACK EXT. R

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 10:02 Soft daylight fills a modest bedroom. The bedside digital clock reads: 10:02. PETER stretches. He turns his head to look at the clock. PETER (V.O.): Oh, 10 hours. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The dreams were vivid. Not the usual jumble. The characters. The scenes. The actions. Just...replayed. He takes a deep, unhurried breath. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I feel the air filling my lungs. He swings his legs out of bed with agility. PETER (V.O.)

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 21:15 PETER scrolls Facebook. A post. Smiling peope in gowns. An award ceremony. The date: 22 Sept, 2026. He isn't in the frame. PETER (V.O.): My wife and I were above the clouds that morning. FLASHBACK EXT. HOSHINO RESORTS, TOMAMU, HOKKAIDO - 06:45 Alighting from a resort coach, Peter and his WIFE walk to the cable car station. They board. The cable car rises. PETER (V.O.): In 2025, we came to the same resort. Two mornings. Both times, fog. Grey