The Keeper of Things

FADE IN
Act 1
EXT. GARAGE, PETER'S NT HOME - 14:15
We see a tiny, pod-like numeric blue Smart city coupe. It looks like a cheerful, futuristic beetle. Then we see a low-slung aggressive red Nissan S13. Its pop-up headlights are down, giving it a dormant, sleeping look.
PETER appears. He opens the driver's side door of the Smart. He slides in and inserts the key.
PETER (V.O.): The last time I ran it was before my Sept-Oct travels.
He takes a breath. He turns the key. The tiny engine sputters for a second, then catches with a high-pitched, rattling purr.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Great!
Peter exhales, a smile touching his lips.
He gets out, leaves the Smart running and moves to the Nissan. He opens its door, slides into the low-slung seat. He turns the key. The S13 coughs a deep sound and then roars to life.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Superb! My stored cars are still alive. No need to jump-start them.
He sits in his S13 for a moment.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I feel a deep sense of relaxation. My anxiety of finding them dead has passed.
Act 2
EXT. PETER'S CHILDHOOD HOME, TIN SUM - 16:30
Peter walks through an open gate into an overgrown-garden. BROTHERS#1-2 are collecting the yard waste.
PETER: Hi there!
BROTHERS#1-2: Hi, big brother!
Peter picks up a pair of shears and starts cutting the overgrown. Then his eyes drift to the centerpiece of the garden: a lychee tree.
BROTHER#1: The branches at its upper canopy are all dead.
BROTHER#2: But at its base, thick and vibrant green shoots are pushing out
PETER: I hope we can harvest lychees again next year...
BROTHER#1: The young won't care.
PETER: Grandma planted it in 1966. Life was hard then.
BROTHER#1: Indeed.
PETER: It was our family's investment. A small tree, a small hope.
FLASHBACK
EXT, THE SAME SPOT - DAY (1966)
An energetic GRANDMA (65), her face weathered but smiling, pats the soil around a tiny sapling. Peter's DAD (33), Peter (12) and brother#1 (9) watch.
GRANDMA: It'll grow. Like all of you. And one day, it'll give us fruit.
END FLASHBACK
Peter stands by the tree, lost in thought.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Our loving Grandma died in 1974. The tree was only eight. Not a single lychee. She never tasted them.
Recalling.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): My Dad and Mum did taste them. And they generously shared the lychees with our neighbours.
EXT. MTR TRAIN - 20:00
Peter sits on a train carriage, heading back to the city. He pulls out his smart phone.
PETER (V.O.): Last week, my wife and I were on board Disney's Adventure, a global class cruise ship, sailing in the high seas near Singapore.
He types into the search bar: Disney Adventure cruise ship history.
He reads, his expression one of fascination and a touch of melancholy.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Fascinating...Genting Hong Kong ordered the ship in 2016. In 2022, construction was halted at roughly 75% completion. Then Genting and the shipyard filed liquidations due to the COVID-19 pandemic.
He scrolls further.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): In Nov 2022, Disney purchased the unfinished hull for approximately 40 million euros - significantly lower than its original multi-billion dollar valuation.
Pausing.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Now named Disney Adventure. Based in Singapore.
Peter looks out the window at the urban landscape blurring past.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): If not for COVID...its home port could have been Hong Kong. We'd have looked at it in the harbour.
He puts the phone away.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): A grand plan, a sudden disaster, a new beginning under a different flag, in a different port.
Pausing.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): It feels a larger version of my own life, of the tree, of everything.
Act 3
INT. BEDROOM -22:00
Peter uploads an image to a draft on his laptop. It shows a leafless lychee tree with dark, tangled branches silhouetted against a cloudy gray sky.
PETER (V.O.): The keeper of things is not a prisoner of the past; I'm a gardener of it - trimming what's dead, watering what still wants to live.
Thinking.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): To be the keeper of things is to accept some investment paid in memory, not fruit - and that memory, tended well, is its own harvest.
Reflecting.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The keeper of things knows that a life is not measured by what one keeps, but by what one keeps alive.
The END
FADE OUT



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