FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 21:00 A packet of Strepsils near him. PETER coughs. It's deep. PETER (V.O.): Three days. He pops one Strepsils. He crunches it loudly. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Don't know when my coughing will go away. He grabs his smartphone and checks a photo of him in light grey Tang Dynasty robe. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I borrowed it from the Perch Lake Hotel and wore it to dinner on the second day of my June trip. He coughs again. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): My table

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - O1:30 PETER lies on his back. Eyes open. Staring at the ceiling. PETER (V.O.): 11:15pm. That's where I'm. Still there. His hands are folded on the chest. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Don't know if Yan is in Lo Wu or on her way to her home in Hui Zhou. Peter shifts. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Driver Chai from Hunan should be sleeping somewhere in Shenzhen now. He turns on his side, facing the window. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I'll travel a little more first. He

FADE IN Act 1 INT. HOME - DAY (Yesterday) Rain slams against the window. KAJI climbs up the sofa and collapses on PETER's body. KAJI (V.O.): I'm scared of rainstorms. The PACK LEADER walks past, patting Kaji's head. PACK LEADER: We won't go out today. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): I prefer staying home too. Peter rubs Kaji's belly. Kaji closes her eyes. Near them, a glass terrarium. Inside, a turtle, blinks once. Clock ticks. Hours pass. Kaji shifts from sofa to hallway to bed. A

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM/LIVING ROOM - 10:00 No sunlight. PETER sits up in bed, scrolls his phone. A FB clip stops him: These chords will melt your heart. We follow Peter to stare at a man's hand on a keyboard, shifting gently. PETER (V.O.): Fm (Add 2/4), Db Maj7, Bbm 9, C7. Back to Fm. He swings his legs out of the bed, goes to the living room, begins playing the chords. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Nice and easy to learn. Later, his WIFE comes out and relaxes on a massage chair

FADE IN Act 1 INT. DINING ROOM - 08:15 Modest. Cluttered. PETER at the table. Smartphone. Breakfast. PETER (V.O.): In a human's life, they spend six years dreaming. Why the mind constructs an illusive reality every night is unknown. He sips his green tea. Scrolls. He checks a WhatsApp chatgroup notification. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Oh, WW is attending Peter's funeral service... Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): We haven't met since Sharon died in 1992. 34 years. Recalling. PETER

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. BUS - 12:45 Half full. PETER settles into a window seat. He pulls out his phone. The screen glows: a note-taking app open to a partially completed lyric titled "Dancing Bees". PETER (V.O.): The bridge sounds nice, but I think the chorus can be better. Peter types on the search bar: How to write an impressive chorus? The search loads. He scrolls. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): What do I want the listener to walk away with? Reading. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The bridge

FADE IN Act 1 INT. CHA CHAAN TENG - 14:45 PETER sits at a corner booth. Before him: a plate of fried noodles and a cup of almond milk. His eyes fix on a digital note on his phone. PETER (V.O.): At the Dancing Bees' 2025 performance, I volunteered to write a theme song for the band. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I'm dedicated to expanding my musical skills so I can deliver a perfect song. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): At Ricky's 80th birthday anniversary last Monday, I met

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 18:15 PETER sits at an upright piano. His fingers hover over the keys - tentative, searching. He plays the verse of The Girl from Ipanema. Then he stops. PETER (V.O.): At Ricky's 80th birthday party last night, Jolan remarked that good performers shouldn't need the paper. The music should live in their fingers and skulls. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): At 72, that feels late. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Late is never. I'm not never, I'm n

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 00:45 A laptop. The screen glows. PETER edits a draft screenplay. He hits "Publish", Timestamp flips to 00:58, Monday. Peter leans back exhales. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Very tired. MONTAGE OF PETER'S SUNDAY A. Home - Morning. He completes his Duolingo streaks. He practises playing the piano. B. Car park - Afternoon. He uses drops of a headlight restorer and a microfiber cloth to rub the headlights of a 2000 Toyota Previa, a 2001 VW New Beetle a

FADE IN Act 1 INT. HOME - NIGHT On a sofa, KAJI turns a tight circle and collapses on PETER's body. KAJI (V.O.): The air is thick. The storm will start. Pausing. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): The world makes a low sound before rain. Humans don't hear it. But I do. It says "Stop. Be still". Her breathing slows. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): Peter's hand is heavier than the Pack Leader's. Warm in a different way. Peter does her a neck scratch. KAJI (V.O.) (Cont'd): When he does this, I'm a

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 09:30 Sunlight bleeds through the curtains. PETER lies on his back. He holds his phone above his face, thumbs scrolling. His WIFE is sleeping under a duvet beside him. PETER (V.O.): It's Saturday morning. No morning stock trading to monitor. He reads a FB post. A black-and-white photo of a stunning woman with sharp cheekbones and intense eyes. Text in traditional Chinese. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Law is now 101-year old. Pausing. PETER (V.O.) (C

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 10:00 Sunlight streams through the curtains. Phone in hand, PETER keeps his 762-day Spanish streak going. PETER (V.O.): Good. I've a business lunch appointment at 12:30. I still have time to practise playing the piano. He sets down his phone and moves to an upright piano in the corner. He begins to play the song: The Girl from Ipanema. He stumbles on the Gb7 chord. PETER (V.O.) : Let me try again. Better. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Muscle memory.

FADE IN Act 1 INT. BEDROOM - 09:00 Through the window, the sky is blue. PETER pulls out his phone. A FB post with photos appears. PETER (V.O.): The Hong Kong dramatist died. 89 years. Never married. Lived with his parents... Peter puts the phone down. Stares at the ceiling. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): What if I never met my loved ones? What if I stay alone like him? Peter shrugs. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I knew it's hard to make adaptive changes. His sleepy WIFE enters and climbs sl

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 08:30 Morning light. PETER sits alone at a desk. Stacks of receipts. A tax return form. A calculator. A pen. PETER (V.O.): I've been filing tax returns for many many years. He picks up a receipt. Examines it. Sets it down. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Same boxes. Same columns. Same arithmetic. Rents. Pension. Profits. Deductions. Sign here. Date there. Send it off. Wait for next year. Peter fills a few blanks on the form. Small motions. PETER (V.O.)

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 22:00 (Last night) PETER sits before his laptop. Its screen glowing. On screen: a word processor. A blinking cursor. And a red banner: Storage limit reached. Upgrade to continue. PETER (V.O.): OMG... Peter exhales. He clicks a button. A payment screen appears: Upgrade now. Peter hovers the mouse over "Confirm". Then stops. His jaws tightens. He snatches his hand back as if burned. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): No. When I'm in a rush, go slow. Pausing

FADE IN Act 1 INT. LIVING ROOM - 16:45 PETER stops playing the piano. He scrolls through his phone. PETER (V.O.): A WhatsApp message from my wife. Peter sees an image: a supermarket shelf packed with Bireleys soft drinks, different flavors. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Available in Hong Kong now? A smile spreads across his face. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): That should save our trouble to buy and bring them back from Japan. Recalling. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Yesterday, when my wife passed

FADE IN Act 1 INT. HOME - EVENING (Yesterday) KAJI lies on her bed, chin on paws. Her ears perk up towards the front door. She stands. stretches, observes the PACK LEADER and PETER. KAJI (V.O.): It's about time we get to the riverside park. PACK LEADER: Sorry. Not this time. We're going to a concert. PETER: Stay home. Good girl. They leave. The door closes. Click. Kaji stands. Alone. She returns to her bed. Circles twice. Curls into a tight roll. Kaji's eyes. Watching the

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. SILVERSTRAND BEACH - 12:45 A small sandy beach and green-blue water under the blue sky. PETER emerges from the water. His breathing steadies. The nearside of the beach features a high concrete block: changing rooms and showers. At the far end is a low concrete block: refleshment kiosk. PETER (V.O.): The kiosk is open. A small light is on inside. No customers. The PROPRIETER steps out, checks something and steps back in. Peter doesn't move forward. He stays

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. ROADS - 12:20 PETER settles in his deep blue 2002 Mercedes E class. Taps his phone. A robotic female voice: Proceed to Tsuen Wan Columbarium. Estimated arrival: 23 minutes. PETER (V.O.): Last Friday, I missed the turn at Kwai Chung and went straight to Tuen Mun. Following the GPS guide, Peter takes the fourth exit at a Kwai Chung roundabout. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I've never taken such a route... He stops before traffic lights. PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Where

FADE IN Act 1 EXT. PUBLIC CAR PARK, SILVERSTRAND - 10:00 Blindingly sunny. Shadows are sharp. The asphalt shimmers. After parking his 2002 Mercedes, PETER steps out and opens the passenger door. PETER (V.O.): After taking over the car from my younger son days ago, I noticed the driver-seat carpet was damp. I also found an umbrella placed in the back row. He reaches down, peels back the rubber mats and spots dark staining on the carpet. He presses a palm to it. PETER (V.O.) (C