John Moves In

      Written by
Ben Aston & Oli Fenton
Copyright (c) 2023 PaperEpic Productions Ltd
Producers - Ryan Bennett, Mike MacMillan
Contact - ryan@paperepic.com

1 INT. TEMPORAL IMMIGRATION CENTRE, ARRIVALS ROOM - NIGHT 1

   This was once a domestic flat, but it has been stripped. No
   belongings, no furnishing. The windows are covered up.
   An alarm is sounding, counting down. A red light is pulsing,
   regularly colouring the room. The walls are bare but for
   large signs reading 'EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY'.
   Two immigration officers are facing the front door. It
   appears unusually ordinary in this space. Undisturbed.
   A group of scientists stand behind them, nonchalantly
   monitoring instruments and drinking tea. One of them is
   swiping on tinder. He gets a match.
                            TINDER SCIENTIST
                It's happening! Uh... What's a good

opener?

                            OFFICER 1
                Tell them where you work.
   Above them we see a digital display reading '504'. Beside it
   is a small speaker emitting the regular sound. It has
   accelerated. Something is about to happen. Suddenly
   everything is quiet.
   The door handle turns and JOHN (30s) backs in, wearing a
   dressing gown, holding a cardboard box. He pivots around-
                            JOHN
                      (affected)
                Honey, I'm ho-
   A claw on the end of a pole gracefully wraps around John's
   neck and pulls him away from the door. He drops the box onto a
   precisely positioned crash-mat at his feet.

OFFICER 2 OFFICER 1 Keep Calm John. Well done, well done.

The officers effortlessly wrestle him forward. We see the number on the digital display change over to '505'.

                            OFFICER 1 (cont'd)
                Everything's gonna be okay, John.
            JOHN
      (long scream)

RACHEL!!

CUT TO BLACK:

TITLE: JOHN MOVES IN

2 INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S FLAT - A FEW YEARS EARLIER 2

   The same front door is closed. The home around it is now
   comfortably furnished, messy with the accumulated detritus
   of a long-term relationship. The floor is a mess of shoes
   shoved haphazardly to one side.
   We hear muffled voices and keys entering a lock. The door
   pops open and John angles himself through, holding a tightly
   packaged cardboard box. Behind him follows RACHEL (30s).
                            JOHN
                Careful of the shoes.
   John gauges the box size and looks down at the floor.

RACHEL JOHN
Fuck a duck. You were right... Yeah... it's too big.

   Rachel squeezes past him, and bends down, measuring the
   distance to the radiator with her arm.
                            JOHN (cont'd)
                Umm- okay. What if we-
                            RACHEL
                We can make it work. We can just slide
                it when we open the door all the-
                      (changing her mind)
                -no that's just making everything even
                more complicated.
   She gives John an imploring look. Wide eyes. He understands
   immediately, laughing.
                            JOHN
                What?! No, come on. We can't go back.
   She doubles down, slipping into comedic exaggeration.
                            RACHEL
                Shmoo... I'll buy you meatballs...
   John looks at Rachel. She looks disappointed.
                            RACHEL (cont'd)
                I just... I had a vision of everything
                finally working today. I want to
                figure this out.

MATCH CUT TO:

2.

   John nods. He understands.
  1. 3  EXT. IKEA CAR PARK - DAY - LATER 3

       A hand-me-down Honda Civic searches in vain for a space in
       the shadow of the looming blue warehouse. We hear the
       patronising voice of a relationship self-help guru in
       audiobook form. Think: Esther Perel.
    
                                AUDIOBOOK
                          (Israeli accent)
    
                    ...modern times we turn to one person
                    to provide what an entire village
                    once did: A sense of meaning,
                    definition and continuity in our life
                    experience. Is it any wonder that so
                    many relationships crumble under the
                    weight of it all? We are not
                    villages. We are individual houses
                    with our own walls and gardens and-
    
       John turns off the ignition and the audiobook stops. They
       are parked, sitting in silence. They both wait for the other
       to comment before-
    
                                JOHN
                    I- I don't really understand this
    

    one.

                                RACHEL
                    Mum recommended it.
    
                          (imitating accent)
                    It's an awful lot of... metaphor.
    
                                JOHN
                          (imitating accent,
    

    fiddling with phone)
    Well... we'll keep at it. Maybe it'll start to make sense.

  2. 4  INT. IKEA - FOOD COURT - LATER 4

       John and Rachel are silently eating cafeteria style meatballs.
       It's grim here. Crowded and loud. This wasn't worth it.
    
       They share a glance. John forces a smile. Rachel smiles back.
       His turns into a grimace. Hers a silent scream. They continue
       back and forth, contorting their faces for each other. It's
       clearly their 'thing'.
    
       Rachel pulls her phone out, deflating the moment somewhat.
       They take a goofy selfie. It looks like they're having fun.
    

3.

5 INT. IKEA - HALLWAY SECTION - LATER 5

   John and Rachel have left the food court, caught between the
   entrance to the viewing plaza and the stairs to the warehouse.
                            JOHN
                It's this way to the warehouse.
                            RACHEL
                Yeah. But...
                            JOHN
                We already did the walkthrough. We
                know what we want.
                            RACHEL
                C'mon, do the thing with me. It's the

fun bit.

   John watches Rachel jog ahead, flopping onto a display sofa,
   gesturing at the simulacrum of a room around her.
                            RACHEL (cont'd)
                How do you like the new decor,

daaahling?

   A tired John slowly walks up, putting on a smile for Rachel
   as he enters the 'suite'. It feels like a little set.
                            JOHN
                Very functional. It's missing a shoe

rack though.

                            RACHEL
                You just appeared out of thin air. Door's
                over there.
   He exhales a moment before stepping out and back in again.
                            JOHN
                      (affected)
                Honey, I'm home!!
                            RACHEL
                Our beautiful pressed cardboard home.

Yes. Yes AND...

JOHN RACHEL

4.

                         JOHN
             Yes AND- I remember when I built it
             with my own two... uh- allen keys-
                         RACHEL
             Yes you did, after the Great Flat-
             Pack War. Oh those were troubled
             times! Nothing matched.
                         JOHN
             Terribly troubled. Such asymmetry. We
             lost a lot of good screws that day.
John grabs an abstract stuffed animal off a BILLY bookcase.
                         JOHN (cont'd)
                   (sitting beside her)
             But we AND our little, baby puppy-
                         RACHEL
             Awww! Yes! Yes AND little Mr Chips.
                         JOHN
             Yes. Mr Chips. All of us. We made it-
             work. Those times when we felt like-
             um- but it's okay now- because we're-
             happy- we've kept on-
John's gaze seems to drift away.
                         RACHEL
             Fuck's sake. We don't have to- I'm
             sorry, I was just messing about.
                         JOHN
             No... look- is that... that's Idris Elba.
She follows his gaze.
                         RACHEL
             What? Really?

She squints to try and get a sharper look. We see a man perusing on the other side of the serpentine walkway. He could be. He's dressed like he's either on his way to or from the gym, partially hiding his face under a cap.

                         RACHEL (cont'd)
             I don't think it's him. That's just a
             bloke. In a hat.
                         JOHN
             No that's Luther, looking at lamps.

5.

   Excited, she tries sneakily snapping a photo to zoom in.
                            RACHEL
                Oh my God... This is just like when we saw
                Ralph Fiennes eating alone at Pizza
                Express.
   They get up and peer around the edge of the suite together.
                            RACHEL (cont'd)
                It's so weird. I always figure when
                you're famous, you'd have people do
                that kind of thing for you, right?
                            JOHN
                You look after yourself, I guess.
   We watch this maybe-celebrity disappear around a corner.
  1. 6  EXT. HOUSING ESTATE - LATER 6

       John and Rachel park outside their place. We hear the same
       chapter of the audiobook cut off at about the same point.
    
  2. 7  INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S FLAT - IMMEDIATELY AFTER 7

    The door swings open. John angles himself through with the slightly smaller Fïssn box. He eyes the space, concerned. Rachel sneaks around him, measuring it with her arm again.

                                JOHN
                    How much smaller is the smaller one?
    
       Rachel lets out a long, deep, exhausted sound.
    
  3. 8  INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S FLAT - LIVING ROOM - LATER 8

    Rachel is on a zoom call as John fumbles building the Fïssn. She turns her laptop around to reveal her parents CAROL and ROB. He scooches over to join Rachel in the 'performance'.

         RACHEL
Thanks muuuum.
         CAROL
Now I know you're doing a
stellar job looking after
our Rache-y today, aren't
you darling?
            JOHN
Not at all. Looking after me as
always, Carol.

6.

    A chuckle from the phone as Rachel plants a big, exaggerated
    kiss on John's cheek. They laugh idyllically.
  1. 9  INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S FLAT - EVENING 9

        John and Rachel are silently sat at a half-table eating
        dinner. Bottle of wine. Candle. Weirdly fancy.
    

    Around the flat we can see photographs and keepsakes dotted about. A sweet but terrible painting of Rachel by John. A happy couple's memories. The Fïssn is piled up against a stack of relationship advice books. From a laptop we hear their song: Take That's 'Back for Good'.

        They haven't said a word. Eventually they share a glance and
        try the 'funny face' thing they do. It falls flat.
    
  2. 10  INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S BEDROOM - LATER 10

    They're in bed, playing with their phones. John is reading an Instagram post from Rachel. We see their selfies from the day, along with a weird, grainy shot of maybe Idris Elba.

        "Not how we expected our 11th Anniversary to go, but we've
        got Idris Elba's blessing for 11 more. I love you forever
        John. #Anniversary. #ForeverAndElba"
    
        112 likes. Comments: "Relationship Goalz", "I love
        Prometheus" and "You 2 are EVERYTHING", etc.
    
        John senses Rachel's eyes on him. She's on her side now,
        staring. He puts down the phone and leans to face her. They
        hold each other's gaze, perhaps waiting for something.
    
                                 RACHEL
                     Happy anniversary.
    
                                 JOHN
                     You too, Shmoo. Love you.
    
        John leans in to kiss her, but she's stiff. They both are.
    
        They slowly pull apart. She's crying. John searches his mind
        for the right thing to say, his eyes beginning to grow red.
    
                                 RACHEL
                     Don't. It's nothing.
    
                                 JOHN
                     It's not. It's something. It's
    
                     different. I don't know...
    

7.

    A quivering Rachel strokes his face.
                             RACHEL
                 No. Baby. Come back to me.
                             JOHN
                 It's like we're not us. Like we don't
                 make sense any more.
    They hold each other, scared to breathe too loud. The noise
    might be enough to shatter them. In a hushed breath we hear:
                             RACHEL
                 But we used to. Didn’t we?

JOHN

Hmm?

                             RACHEL
                 Make sense. Or was it always... was it
                 always like this?
    She breaks down crying even harder. John tries to comfort
    her but he looks scared out of his mind.

11 INT. KOSH'S NEW PLACE - THE NEXT NIGHT 11

John looks drained and shaky. He's holding the Fïssn box, staring at the sofa of his friend KOSH (late 20s).

                             KOSH
                 I haven't moved everything in yet, so
                 it's a bit empty at the moment.
                             JOHN
                 Thanks Kosh.
    John can't stop looking at the stains on the sofa. It's
    gross. Kosh sneaks some hand lotion away from a side table.
                             KOSH
                 Anything you need. Except sheets. You

got sheets?

    John is reluctantly sitting down, pulling some of his
    belongings out of the box. He sighs.
    SNAP! John looks up to see Kosh taking a photo of him.
                             JOHN

Mate.

8.

KOSH
(Looking at his phone)

                 No it's cool. This is like a meme.
                 Like a 'sad guy' meme.

(shows him the photo) You're the new Sad Keanu.

                             JOHN
                 Oh God. Is that what I look like?

Delete that.

                             KOSH
                 Already deleted.
    He turns around and we hear the 'woosh' sound of it posting.
    John doesn't hear, pulling a phone charger with glittery
    stickers out of the box. He turns it in his hands slowly.
                             JOHN
                 Shit. This is Rach's charger. It's
                 not compatible...
    Kosh grimaces. He bends down and pats John's leg.
                             KOSH
                 I know exactly what you mean.

MATCH CUT TO:

12 INT. GOLDEN SUN CHINESE BUFFET - LATER 12 Kosh and John sit at the bar of this half-full restaurant.

                             KOSH
                 I've no idea what you mean.
    Kosh takes a tequila shot and sucks on a lime.
                             JOHN
                 Look- It's difficult to explain.

We're just... we're trying ALL the time. Like going through the motions is all we've got left.

                       (downs his shot)
                 I'm really scared.
                             KOSH
                 Yeah. I mean, this is a big deal. You
                 two are the constant. A breakup of
                 this magnitude could set off a chain
                 reaction for the rest of us...

9.

                         JOHN
             No, hang on... don't tell anyone. We're
             not splitting up. Jesus.
                         KOSH
             Well... What ARE you doing then?
                         JOHN
             It's just space. Time to figure out
             what's happening to us. Get us back to
             where we're supposed to be.
Kosh nods thoughtfully, wiping the salt onto his trousers.
                         KOSH
             Remember when this was a pizza hut?
             Had my birthday here a lot.
                   (looking behind)
             Yeah! That booth over there I think.
                         JOHN
             It closed down a little after we
             moved. Rach'd meet me here after work
             so we could have something to burn off
             at zumba.
John loses himself in a sad thought.
                         JOHN (cont'd)
             Sorry- It's just, we're everywhere.
                         KOSH
                   (trying to recover)
             Okay, Uh- well what I'm saying is: Life
             is change and that's hard. One minute
             you're pizza hut, and the next you're-
             a Chinese buffet, with an abnormally
             well-stocked tequila bar.
                         JOHN
                   (to the bar)
             Can we get some more shots please?
                   (to Kosh)

Enough, okay? We're still pizza hut.

                         KOSH
             Why do you wanna be pizza hut?
                         BARTENDER
             What kind, my love?

10.

Doubles.

JOHN

  1. 13  INT. BEST ONES! CORNER-SHOP - MUCH LATER 13 John and Kosh are smashed.

        Kosh is buying a bottle of tequila from behind the counter.
        John appears with an absurd amount of junk food while the
        proprietor AVO glares on.
    
                                 KOSH
                     ...I'm just saying, you got a full head of
    
                     hair and all your teeth. You recycle,
                     play piano, right? That's sexy. Time to
                     show the world the new you.
    
        John mindlessly grabs even more sweets from the rack.
    

    JOHN
    'New me' isn't part of the equation

    here.

                                 KOSH
                     Kind eyes. Reasonably jacked.
    

    JOHN
    I'm not splitting up. We're us. We're

                     just doing a space... time... thing.
    
        Saying this aloud, a pang of deep concern flashes across his
        face. Oh god. Is he breaking up?
    
                                 AVO
                     You listen to your friend. The heart...
    
                     it is like an ocean.
                           (very slowly)
    
                     And when the plane crashes into the
                     ocean. They say take care of the mask
                     on yourself first.
    

    JOHN

    Fuck.

  2. 14  INT. KOSH'S NEW PLACE - LATER 14

        Kosh and John are sitting on the sofa, engulfed in the TV.
        They're mindlessly bashing buttons over a fighting game. Two
        half-empty glasses of tequila and lemonade sit at their
        feet, along with many sweet wrappers. John looks scared.
    
                                 JOHN
                     It's... going to be okay, right?
    

11.

                             KOSH
                       (pats his leg)
                 It's okay mate. Everything's going to
                 be okay.
    John's phone pings. He looks down at it.
  1. 15  INT. KOSH'S NEW PLACE - EVEN LATER 15

        John is lying on Kosh's sofa, bathed in the glow of his
        phone. We can hear rain pounding hard outside.
    
        He's reading a message chain. We see snatches of a text from
        Rachel: '-I hope we can get the old us back, I really love
        who we used to be. Tell me we can do that...’'
    
        As he responds the low battery alert comes up on his phone.
        He reaches for the phone charger. Rachel's incompatible
        charger. His heart crumples.
    
  2. 16  INT. KOSH'S BEDROOM - SHORTLY AFTER 16

        The door flings open. A hammered John sloshes in, holding
        the charger.
    
                                 JOHN
                     Oh fuck, oh fuck K, I'm fucking it
    
                     all up. I don't want to break up.
    
        Kosh sleeps naked. He snaps awake, pulling the sheet over
        himself.
    

    KOSH

    WHA?!

    JOHN

We're not incompatible Kosh. We mean

                 something.
    Kosh blearily checks the time on his phone.
                             KOSH
                 Right, well-
                             JOHN
                 She's my entire life and- Oh God. I
                 have to go back right now.
                             KOSH

Now?

12.

NOW.

JOHN

17 INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S FLAT - LATER 17

    Lightning strike. We hear a doorbell and manic knocking. A
    light turns on revealing the familiar front door. Above the
    patter of rain we can make out the faint sound of music.
    Rachel approaches cautiously, looking through the peephole.
                             RACHEL

John?

She tries to open the door but can't, the Fïssn is blocking it. She articulates it out of the way and reveals a soaking wet John standing in the foyer. He's singing 'Back for Good', playing the track through his tinny phone-speakers.

                             JOHN
                 "Whatever I said, whatever I did I
                 didn't mean it I just want you back
                 for good"
                       (mimics the echo)
                 "Want you back, want you back-"

(the phone dies)
"Want you ba-" no... The phone died. Because- I have your charger... but I forgot to bring it. Fuck.

    We hear a toddler crying and another apartment door open.
                             RACHEL
                 Baby what the fuck are you doing?

She coaxes his drunk, wet self into the flat.

                             JOHN
                 It's- Kosh was talking about how
                 we're Pizza Hut, and how maybe we're
                 closing down now, a bit closed down-
                 but we can reopen!
                       (bends down)
                 Reopen with me.
                             RACHEL
                       (gasping)

Ohmygod...

Rachel leaps
and catches her, leaning them both into the wall.

back, tripping up over the Fïssn. John darts up

13.

                             RACHEL (cont'd)
                 You caught me...
                             JOHN
                 And from the day I met you at Ben
                 Sanders' party I knew-
                       (bending down again)
                 You were my future. I can't possibly
                 imagine myself without you.
                             RACHEL
                       (starting to cry)
                 Oh shit... I want to take a picture but
                 I don't want to move.
                             JOHN
                 I'm sorry we're all complicated, but-
                 what did that book say? If we love
                 each other then we can make it work...
                             RACHEL
                       (nodding, sobbing)
                 And we will, 'cause I love you times a
                 thousand, you idiot.
    John starts to unwrap a ring-pop sweet.
                             JOHN
                 I love you too Shmoo. They only had

cherry-

    Rachel keeps nodding, joining him on the floor. They embrace
    hard, as hard as they can.
  1. 18  INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S FLAT - BEDROOM - NEXT MORNING 18

        John is already awake. Head on the pillow. He's staring at a
        sleeping Rachel, trying to hold on to the moment. A pinch of
        uncertainty creeps onto his face. He slips out of bed.
    
  2. 19  INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S FLAT - KITCHEN - LATER 19

        John is cracking eggs and mixing a batter. As he pours some
        out into a pan we see Rachel's hands wrap around his waist.
    
        She squeezes tight, holding onto him from behind.
    

14.

20 INT. JOHN AND RACHEL'S FLAT - LATER 20

    John and Rachel are sat at the half-table, perfect banana
    crepes in front of them. Like before they are silently
    eating, looking up to catch each others eye occasionally.
                             RACHEL
                 You're gonna make us fat.
    They share a benign smile. Suddenly Rachel’s phone pings. A
    welcome intervention that perks them both up. She reads it.
                             RACHEL (cont'd)
                 It's Dad. About Sunday lunch.
                             JOHN
                 Oh yeah. You didn’t... cancel already,

did you?

                             RACHEL
                 No. I didn't quite know what to-
                             JOHN
                 Good. Great.
                             RACHEL
                       (still reading)
                 Honestly- he's actually found a way
                 to bring the watch up again...
                             JOHN
                 Bet he has.
    A shared chuckle. Slightly forced. They return to silence.
    John's phone starts buzzing. He picks it up.
                             JOHN (cont'd)
                 Right. Kosh. He's outside with the-
                 your charger. It's in the box with
                 the other stuff. Stay right there.

He leaves the room, entering the hallway. He reaches to open the front door but its blocked by the Fïssn.

                             JOHN (cont'd)
                 Oh for fuck sake...
    He moves it along and tries to open the door. Not enough. He
    has to move it further, opening the door and walking out on to-

15.

21 EXT. HOUSING ESTATE - CONTINUOUS 21

    On the opposite side of the street an ELDERLY NEIGHBOUR is
    waving. John waves back, feigning a smile.
                             JOHN
                 Hey Mr Palmer!
    John makes his way to the road. Kosh is sitting in his car,
    the window down. He turns down his music.
                             KOSH
                 Recycling's in the boot.
                             JOHN
                 You're a life saver, mate. Really.
    Kosh pops the boot and John walks around, grabbing the box.
                             KOSH

So everything's cool?
John rounds to the drivers window again.

                             JOHN
                 Yeah! It's- like I said, it was just
                 a wobble is all. We've worked it all
                 out together. In fact we... took it to
                 the next level.
    Kosh doesn't know what he means.
                             JOHN (cont'd)
                 We're engaged, finally.
                             KOSH
                 Oh shit! Uh- congrats...?
                             JOHN
                 Yeah. Thank you. It's crazy. It's
                 good though. Great.
                       (a beat)
                 Let's all celebrate at pizza hut.
                             KOSH
                 John, it's a buffet now. You can't go

back.

                             JOHN
                 Right. I know. I was just trying to
                 be funny.
    Kosh nods again. He's serious.

16.

                             KOSH
                 Good. Just making sure.
    Kosh drives away, leaving John to think on it a moment.
    Brushing it off he turns around and in an unbroken shot we
    follow him into the foyer, turning at the first door on the
    left. Balancing the box between his hand and thigh, he slots
    his key into the lock. Before he turns the handle, he
    pauses, breathing in deeply. Showtime.
    We follow him as he pushes through the door-
                             JOHN
                       (affected)
                 -Honey I'm hom-

22 INT. TEMPORAL IMMIGRATION CENTER, ARRIVALS ROOM - CONTINUOUS 22

    -and crosses the threshold. A claw on the end of a pole
    gracefully wraps around his neck and pulls him away from the
    door. The box falls from his hands and on to a small crash-
    mat placed in anticipation.

JOHN

-ooork.

    The door slams shut. He attempts to struggle against the
    restraints, but two large Immigration Officers step in and
    effortlessly subdue him. Just another day at the office.
                             OFFICER 1
                 Everything's gonna be okay, John.
    "EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY" is written on the far wall.
                             JOHN

RACHEL!?

                             RACHEL (O.S.)
                 The first thing we need to do is calm
                 down and relax, Shmoo.
    John spots a monitor behind cracked safety glass. On it we
    can see Rachel. She's dressed differently, offering a
    comforting and understanding smile.
                             RACHEL
                 Things are just a little complicated,
                 that's all. Everything's going to be
                 explained in the next room.

17.

The guards take him by each arm. The video keeps running but
John isn't paying attention.
                         JOHN
             What? Where am I?!
                         OFFICER 2
             Listen to your ex, Johnno.
John realizes this is his living room. No furniture, no
photographs, no Rachel. His whole home has been transformed.
             JOHN
    What?! Wait, This is my-
                             JOHN
                 THIS IS MY FLAT!
    He is marched down a-
23  INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
         OFFICER 1
Come on, you're doing great.
-where we see two scientists in a break room drinking tea.
They watch dispassionately as he is dragged past.
                         JOHN
             THAT'S MY BEDROOM! HELP! RACH WHERE
             ARE YOU? WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR-
                         OFFICER 2
             No need to be so dramatic.
                         OFFICER 1
             Plenty of fish in the sea!
The rest of his flat has been massively extended and built
upon, as if the Home Office's HR department had collided
into it. The officers march him abruptly through an open
doorway into-

24 INT. ORIENTATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS 24 -where they let John go. He turns to face them.

                             OFFICER 1
                 Right. You all right?

JOHN

What!?
We're legally required to ask.

OFFICER 2

18.

23

                         JOHN
             Where the fuck am I? Who are you!?
                         OFFICER 2
             Good enough.
They shut the door, leaving him alone. John grabs the
handle, desperately trying to open it. It's locked.
                         OFFICER 1 (O.S.)
                   (through the door)
             Eat a Hobnob mate, you'll feel better.
In the small room we see a table and two chairs. A plate of
Hobnobs is on the table. A monitor is mounted to the wall.
John is frozen like a trapped animal, breathing wildly.
Suddenly the lights dim and a video starts. We see time-
lapses of sunrises with the title: 'WELCOME HOME JOHN'.
                         DEEP VOICE (V.O.)
             Hello John. Everything is going to be
             okay. You're going to be okay.
We see stock footage of clouds.
                         DEEP VOICE (V.O.) (cont'd)
             Life is about to change, but don't be
             afraid. You are not alone.
John cautiously walks over towards the monitor. The clouds
dissolve away, revealing the face of actor IDRIS ELBA.
                         IDRIS
             That's right. It's really me. Now go
             ahead and take a seat, big man.
John doesn't believe his eyes. Without taking them off the
screen he obliges, carefully sitting down.
                         IDRIS (cont'd)
             This must all seem like a lot. I've
             been asked to be here with you today,
             and you of all people know how far I
             go for my fans. Would you believe me
             if I said I was a fan of you too?
Idris lets off a wink and a smile. John is in shock, but the
sentiment seems to put him a little more at ease.
                         IDRIS (cont'd)
             Sit back. Take a deep breath. Have a

Hobnob.

19.

John looks down at the Hobnobs.

IDRIS (cont'd)
Now. There's no one reason, that we can

             observe, for why you're here, biting
             down into that biscuit. Rather, it
             appears to be the result of an
             entangled cascade of many disparate-
                   (smooth laugh)
             Yeah. It's complicated. Real quantum
             physics, edge of human reasoning sorta
             stuff. So who better to help me explain
             than another one of my biggest fans...

The camera zooms out to reveal someone IDENTICAL to John.

This is JOHN PRIME. He's a little older and better dressed,
looking like an awkward, adult son of a President. He greets
Idris with a cringey fistbump-hug fail.
Back in the room Junior instinctively jolts back, clenching
the arms of his chair. He inhales sharply on hearing-
                         PRIME
             Hi John. It's me. You. Original you.
             A while ago when -uh, it just
             happened for you I guess, but- I was
             busy being me, and then another you
             came through the door right behind
             me. And then another, and another,
             once or twice a day till you...
             whenever now is.

We see newsreel footage of the 'Hounslow Incident'; shaky shots of Rachel and John being escorted into a black van, vertical phone recordings of Johns being chased by men in hazmat suits. We see scientists cautiously examining and removing the Fïssn and other furniture, stepping back as John enters through the door in the exact same way, from the exact same moment in time, over and over.

Back in the room John looks like he's watching a beheading.
                         IDRIS
             The eggheads are referring to your

spacetime phenomena as a brute fact. A new law of the universe that suddenly- was or- is or- who knows, it's happening. That's the important bit.

                         PRIME
             Exactly. Thanks again for being here,
             man. I know it'll mean the world to-
                         (MORE)

20.

PRIME (cont'd) (Idris clears throat)

Yeah- uh- right-
(to camera, fumbling)

             John. Mate. I'm- look at it like this.
             You get to be a whole new me now, yeah?
             And there's only one other person who
             wants that for you more than I do.
                   (calling off-screen)
             Babe?
Rachel enters the frame. She looks different. Successful.
John immediately stands up. On screen Idris and Rachel share
a familiar, celebrity hug.
                         IDRIS
             Hey Rayray.
                         RACHEL
             Thanks again 'dris.
                   (to the camera)
             Hey Shmoo.
John takes a breath. Rachel struggles to find the words.
                         RACHEL (cont'd)
             Since we had breakfast, I've had time
             to think and- the fact is I'm a
             different person now, and so are you...
             obviously.
John walks towards the screen, as if he's reaching out.
                         RACHEL (cont'd)
             You moving back in like this, over
             and over again- you were right the
             first time, in a way- you and I-
             we're just not us any more.
                         JOHN
             No... Rach no I didn't mean...
Rachel's response seems almost timed to how John responds.
                         RACHEL
             Back when it made sense, what we had
             was beautiful, but- though it might
             not feel that way to you now, that
             time, it's in the past. It's over.
She's starting to well up.

21.

         RACHEL
And I think it's finally
time we let us go.
         JOHN
    (shouting)
No! Rach! That's not me! I'm
here! I'm still here!!
Prime puts his arm around Rachel, comforting her.
                         PRIME
             That was so great babe.

RACHEL

Yeah?

                         PRIME
             Oh yeah. I really felt that.

(to camera)
I'm so sorry- that must have been a hard thing to hear. It's hard for me to hear, but rest assured, we're going to be okay.

Rachel wipes away a tear and squeezes Prime tightly.
                         RACHEL
             Exactly. Don't worry about us any
             more. We're doing great.
                         PRIME
                   (looking to Rachel)
             Yeah. Super great.
                         RACHEL
             Yeah- it's- we're great. Everything's

just-

         PRIME
Yeah- we're the same, just-
         RACHEL
Famous and- yeah- still us.

You know-

you know-

      PRIME
(to camera)
-this isn't about us right now. This
is about you. The new you. And you
needs space from us to- figure that
out and- be that best self?
      (to Rachel)
Yeah?
            RACHEL
Yeah- uh- sure.

22.

                         PRIME
                   (to camera)
             Yeah. I got us, you got you. You- you
             keep on trucking. All right mate?
                         JOHN
                   (screamed)
             WHAT!? NO!
We star wipe to Idris Elba with his leg on a folding chair.
                         IDRIS
             Now I know this ain't easy, boss,

but- just like in The Wire when Omar and... that bow-tie guy, shit what was his name? Mike Potts was the actor. Anyway, when they shot my character... this is like that.

Distraught, John is no longer able to look at the screen.
                         JOHN
                   (to himself)
             Okay you need to wake up right now.
                         IDRIS (O.C.)
             But it's okay. Because unlike
             Stringer Bell, someone very special
             out there has your back.
John looks back up at the screen to see a new title:
'MEET YOUR SPONSOR'
                         IDRIS
             Standing on the other side of that
             door is your Class 4 TTS, Temporary
             Temporal Sponsor, here to support you
             in your transition to the present.
We see a montage of different faces, all smiling.
                         IDRIS (cont'd)
             Don't think of them as public
             contractors, think of them as a new
             best friend, here to take you in and
             get you back on your feet.
John turns to look at the door then back to the monitor.
                         IDRIS (cont'd)
             Today it might even be me out there!
                   (another wink)
             Life is change. Welcome home John.

23.

We see a montage of diverse, friendly people all saying
variations of 'welcome home, John'. We hear a thud as the
door unlocks and opens.

John spins around. The sponsor entering the room is nothing like those people. It's much worse. It's another John.

This weary time-clone is holding a handful of pamphlets. The
number 505 is tattooed on the back of his right hand.
From now on this new character is known as SENIOR. The 'John'
whom we've been following will be referred to as JUNIOR.
Junior leaps back, pinning himself against the monitor.
Behind him the 'Welcome Home, John' montage continues.
Senior sits down. He doesn't look up.
Junior remains frozen, his breathing increasingly erratic.
Senior shuffles the pamphlets a little too long. We hear the
sound of the video come to an end as he takes a Hobnob, changes
his mind and puts it back down. He still hasn't looked up. He
clears his throat and casually recites:
                         SENIOR
             Welcome home, John. You're probably
             wondering who I am. I'm 'insert name'
             and it's my top priority to make-
A horrified scream lurches out of Junior. This visibly
unsettles Senior, skimming ahead as the scream ends.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             -public solution to a cosmic- yada
             yada- contempo-matriculation with an
             option for extension if-
A second, even louder scream. Senior finally looks up at
Junior, clearly overwhelmed.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             I'm reading the pamphlets like they
             said to, so calm down and help me out!
Junior's scream runs out of air and he begins retching.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             Oh- Oh no, don't- stop it-
Senior starts to gag, triggered by Junior.
We watch them both retching a moment. Stuck in a loop.

24.

    Panicked, Senior scans the room, spotting a small metal bin
    in the corner. He grabs it, almost vomiting into it himself.
                             SENIOR (cont'd)
                 Don't- they're already suspicious, if
                 you vom I'm going to get into-
    Junior swipes the bin, swinging wildly and smacking Senior
    in the face with it, who falls back with a yelp.
    Junior sprints for the door, ripping it open into-
  1. 25  INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 25 Where he charges back the way he came.

  2. 26  INT. BREAK ROOM - CONTINUOUS 26 The Immigration Officers and Scientists are having tea.

                                 TINDER SCIENTIST
                           (looking at phone)
    
                     There's always two people in the
                     photos. I can't tell which one is them.
    
                                 OFFICER 1
                     Arrange a date, find out on the night.
    
                                 TINDER SCIENTIST
                     Yeah but, what if it's both?
    
        Suddenly Junior sprints past. Everyone jumps to their feet.
    
                                 OFFICER 2
                     OH GOD HE'S TRYING TO GO BACK!
    
  3. 27  INT. ORIENTATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS 27 Senior, holding his eye, staggers up. From now on we will be

        able to distinguish him by his injury.
    
        An alarm begins sounding. Senior stumbles out into the-
    
  4. 28  INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 28

        -where a group of scientists and admin staff rush past him
        in the opposite direction, arguing and clearly scared.
    
        Senior tries to look inconspicuous. He considers following
        them out, but his eyes are drawn towards his old flat.
    

25.

29 INT. ARRIVALS ROOM - CONTINUOUS 29 Senior turns the corner into what was his living room.

                             OFFICER 2
                 You can't go back John. It doesn't
                 work that way.
    The immigration officers are huddling around the front door.
    It's closed. One is trying to jiggle the handle but the other
    is pulling him away.

NO SHIT!

                OFFICER 1
    Careful, you don't wanna break it!
                OFFICER 2
          (noticing Senior)
    Wait? I thought he went in the- Oh
    God it's happening again!
                OFFICER 1
          (raising a taser)
    WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?

SENIOR
(putting his hands up)

    I'm John! I'm John-

OFFICER 2 OFFICER 1
HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?

                SENIOR
    -I'm already here! I was just-

OFFICER 2 SENIOR
WHY ARE YOU HERE? FOR HIM! FOR THE NEW ME!

                         OFFICER 1
             Oh God... he's the sponsor.
         OFFICER 2
I don't get it, a John has
         SENIOR
Oh- No. I'm not- I'm just
never sponsored another...
             What?
      here as a favour!
OFFICER 1
            SENIOR
I just said I'd pick him up that's
all- I- this was a mistake, I'm sorry-
You know what you're doing, I'll just-
            OFFICER 2
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

26.

    Officer 1 lunges at Senior, grabbing him by the collar.
                             OFFICER 2 (cont'd)
                 You let him. Re-enter. The rift zone.
                             SENIOR
                 I- I'm sorry. I didn't read the
                 pamphlets...
    Officer 1 steps in even closer to Senior. He doesn't blink.
                             OFFICER 2
                 Behind me is an impossibility that we
                 have successfully managed without a
                 single fuck up until now, and I'm not
                 getting sacked the day the universe
                 collapses because you let the new guy
                 clog up the pipe!
    He spins and pushes Senior towards the door.
                             OFFICER 2 (cont'd)
                 Fix it! Fix it now!
    Senior limply tries to open the door. It's locked. He looks
    back. They are not impressed. He knocks. Still nothing. This
    isn't going well.
                             SENIOR
                 John? You okay in there?

30 INT. RIFT ZONE - ROOM BEHIND THE DOOR - CONTINUOUS 30

    Junior is slumped on the floor, his back against the door,
    keys still in the lock. He's in shock.
                             SENIOR (O.S.)
                 We're not supposed to hang out in
                 that room apparently.
    We reveal what Junior is looking at. What should be a view
    of his housing estate is now a small, sterile enclosure.
    There is nothing here. There is no going back.
                             SENIOR (O.S)
                 People are scared of what happens if
                 the next John moves in on top of you.
    A beat. Junior tries to process what Senior just said.
                             JUNIOR
                 What? How?... How many?

27.

31 INT. ARRIVALS ROOM - CONTINUOUS 31 Senior is up against the door.

                             SENIOR
                 What's that?... Mate?
                             JUNIOR (O.S.)
                 How. Many.
    Senior looks up at the digital display and sighs.
                             SENIOR
                 You're number- 1031.
    We hear Junior's muffled wail as more officers enter the
    room. Senior silently signals everyone to back off.

Nothing.

            SENIOR (cont'd)
      (urgently)
Look just open the door.
            SENIOR (cont'd)
...John? You still... here?
            JUNIOR (O.S.)
Why is this happening?
Senior looks over at the group, shaking his head with an 'I
have no fucking idea' kind of shrug. A scientist furiously
points at the pamphlets, throwing a copy to Senior.
         SENIOR
I don't- look, you're not
exactly the first to- lemme
just-
         SENIOR
    (reading, cringing)

I- I mean- you are like footsteps in the sand- uh- a moment of becoming in the life journey of John.

         JUNIOR
We were- What's
us? Me? I don't
         JUNIOR
I was- I DIDN'T
BREAK US UP AND
OH GOD WHAT DID

US?

(O.S.)
happened to
understand!!
(O.S.)
WANT TO
NOW WE'RE-
YOU DO TO
            SENIOR
You're blaming me for this??
         JUNIOR (O.S.)
WHAT DID YOU DO? HOW DID YOU
RUIN EVERYTHING-
Senior starts kicking the door. Agents run in to stop him.
         SENIOR
oh- FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU

DICKHEAD!

28.

                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             If you collapse the universe, Rach
             will never forgive you!
                         JUNIOR (O.S.)
             You know where she is? Where's Rachel?
The agents suddenly look at each other.
                         OFFICER 1
             Uh- John. We know where she is, and-
         SENIOR
She sure as shit isn't in

there!

         OFFICER 1
-we'll make sure you see her
straight away. Just need you
out of there. Safe and
sound.
    The agents stare daggers at Senior, but they hold still.
    A long beat. Suddenly the noise of a key unlocking. Slowly,
    the door handle turns. Junior tentatively eases out.
                             JUNIOR
                 Okay, just tell me how I can-

ZAP! Officer 1 fires a taser. Senior tackles Junior. HARD. CUT TO BLACK:

32 INT. IDENTIFICATION TREATMENT ROOM - LATER 32 Over black we hear voices, as well as a faint buzzing sound.

                             SENIOR (O.C.)
                 No- look- I'm just his flatmate, I'm
                 really not part of the equation here.
                             MAN (O.C.)
                 So his actual sponsor doesn't care or-?
                             SENIOR (O.C.)
                 Oh she cares. I think this is more of a
                 tenth child syndrome type of jobbie...
    Junior comes-to. He blearily looks down to see that his hand
    is being tattooed by a nurse, LEE. Horrified he yanks his
    hand back, Lee pulls the tattoo gun away.
                             LEE
                 Woah! Easy, I almost hashed it up!

29.

                         JUNIOR
             THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?
Not used to hearing this, a confused Lee looks to Senior.
                         SENIOR
             Oh don't worry, I signed his name on
             the consent form already.
                   (to Junior)
             We really have to get going. You've no
             idea what this has been like for me-
Horrified at Senior's presence, Junior grabs Lee's arm.
         LEE
Woah! Woah-
            JUNIOR
You got to help me. I need to-
                            JUNIOR
                       (losing it)
                  Wake me up! Do something,
                  PLEASE!
            LEE
Hey! Look at me mate. Breathe. I know
your move in was more taser-y than usual,
but you're gonna be well looked after
from here on.
      (nodding to Senior)
See? Everything's going to be okay.
    Junior looks over to see Senior angrily eating a Hobnob, his
    black eye starting to come through.
                             LEE (cont'd)
                 Would you like a biscuit too? It's
                 your favourite.
    Junior doesn't respond, staring into the middle distance.
                             JUNIOR
                 Oh God this is really happening.
    Lee calmly continues tattooing before he notices-
                             LEE
                 I'm afraid so... oh bollocks- what
                 number were you again?

33 INT. PROCESSING AND DEPARTURE AREA - LATER 33

    Junior is sitting on a row of plastic chairs in a foyer with
    all the antiseptic quality of airport customs.

30.

He looks down at the cling film covering his right hand. We
can see through to the messed-up tattoo:

1 0 30 1
Next to Junior is a small table, there are some magazines

and another pile of the pamphlets. 'Welcome Home John'

He moves the pamphlets, revealing his face on the magazine below. The headline reads: 'Living the Dream: Prime and Rachel: Life, Love and Baby Rumours? Our Exclusive Interview'

                         SENIOR (O.C.)
             Think fast.
Senior has appeared, tossing the IKEA box on Junior's lap.
                         SENIOR
             Forms are in the box. Let's go.
Senior begins walking towards the exit. Junior doesn't know
what to do, so he just sits. Frozen. Senior notices and
turns around. Junior recoils as Senior leans in.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
                   (hushed)
             Come on! You're making me look like a
             dickhead.
An alarm goes off. Three loud buzzes from the PA system.
                         JUNIOR
             But... this is my home.
This hits Senior hard. He looks thrown.
         SENIOR
I... fuck. Why'd you have to

say that...

                           PA SYSTEM (O.S.)
                  ALL PERSONNEL, TAKE FIRST

POSITIONS.

SECURITY GUARD (from across the room)

Hey, you two gotta move on. The next
one's coming through.
            SENIOR
      (mindlessly)

Yeah... yeah.

A depressed Senior just heads out of the building through the
automatic doors. The guard walks up and stands over Junior
who is reaching out for the glossy magazine in front of him.

31.

                             JUNIOR
                 No- This is- It's still- I'm still...
    The guard gently rests his hand on Junior's shoulder.
                             SECURITY GUARD
                 Just remember to smile, okay?
  1. 34  EXT. TEMPORAL IMMIGRATION CENTER - NIGHT 34

        We hear a tour guide announce something in Mandarin and are
        hit with an eruption of flashes as Junior exits through the
        sliding doors. Tourists come to see the latest John emerge.
    
        Cries of 'HE IS RISEN', 'MARRY ME' and 'GO BACK' echo out.
    
        A walkway ahead leads to a small line of black cabs, and at
        the end we see Senior vaping, trying to relax.
    
        Junior cautiously approaches the taxi. He shudders. It's
        autumn now, colder than it was before. He looks back at
        where his home once was. The temporal immigration centre has
        absorbed his entire housing estate. He can never go back.
    
        Senior clears his throat, he's holding the taxi door open.
    
  2. 35  INT. TAXI - CONTINUOUS 35 The taxi driver turns to look at Junior in the back seat.

                                 TAXI DRIVER
                     Alright John?
    
        Junior shrinks as far into his side as possible, trying to
        create as much distance as he can from Senior, who takes the
        other seat, slamming his door on an overzealous tourist.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     Alma road. Near the station.
    
        Senior groans loudly as the cab pulls away, covering his
        face with his hands. Spotting Senior's '505' tattoo, Junior
        retreats further, grabbing the handle of his door.
    
                                 SENIOR (cont'd)
                     OH MY GOD- What a fucking disaster.
    
                     Do you know how close we got to
                     getting Johntanimo'd?
    

    Junior looks out of his own window for a possible escape, but instead spots his elderly neighbour Mr Palmer standing on the side of the road giving the taxi the middle finger.

32.

                         JUNIOR
             When- what year is this?
                         SENIOR
             Oh no. You wanna talk? Talk to your
             sponsor.
Senior exhales deeply, pulling out his phone to make a call.
                         TAXI DRIVER
             You know I've never seen you come out
             of there twice at once before?
                         SENIOR
             Yeah yeah- we've already gone through

it mate. It's just a favour. (looking at his phone)

             A gigantic fucking favour.
Junior keeps staring out the window, spotting another time-
clone waiting at a bus stop, jumping when their eyes meet.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
                   (on the phone)
             Hey Marty- Yeah! Yeah, all moved out.
             On our way back. Sure- he says hi.
             Uh- No, no dramas. Almost ended
             reality but, you know... yeah okay-
             Sure hang on-
Without looking over, Senior holds the phone out to the side
of Junior's face, on the other end we hear an accented voice.
                         MARTY'S VOICE (O.C)
             Hey you, welcome welcome, I'm so
             sorry I couldn't meet you at
             arrivals, but it seems like you've
             looked after yourself.
As the car settles at a red light, Junior takes in a massive
billboard looming over the street. His mind buckles. John
Prime is on the billboard, his arm around Rachel. The sign
reads: 'PRIME OF OUR LIVES: New Episodes, Streaming Now.

MARTY'S VOICE (O.C) (cont'd) Anyway, Just got in and can't wait to-

THUD! The sound of a wet rag hitting the windscreen. It's
another John trying to wash windows at the crossing.
         TAXI DRIVER
Oh no. No thanks John! No

thank you!

         SENIOR
    (to window John)
Oi prat! Give it a rest!

33.

    Junior doesn't hesitate, this is it. Clutching his box
    tightly, he pulls on the handle and bails out onto-

36 EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS 36 -sprinting into this new, terrifying world.

    Weaving between the traffic he nearly misses being run over
    by a double decker bus FULL OF JOHNS. He screams as he
    meets their dead-eyed looks.
    An old lady rolls down her car window.
                             KIND OLD LADY
                 John, poppet. You mustn't be running

in the road.

                             JUNIOR
                 You know me! Do you know Rachel?
                 Where is she? Please help me!
                             KIND OLD LADY
                 Aw, there's plenty of fish in the
                 sea. Everything's going to be-
    Green light. A few cars honk. She drives on.
                             DRIVER (O.C.)
                 You're not funny mate. Get out the
                 road you time-clone twat.
    Junior darts over to the pavement and keeps running, passing
    a building with a crummy mural of Rachel on the wall, a near
    replica of the painting we saw in their flat. Distracted by
    it, he collides with a group of tourists.
                             JUNIOR
                 Help me, please, what year is this?
    They don't seem to understand, touching him and taking
    photographs of his box. He points at the mural.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 Do you know where she is? Rachel?
    Recognizing the name, they nod and echo him.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 YES! Where does she live? I need to
                 see her! I need to get back to her!
    They gather around Junior for a selfie.

34.

TOURIST JUNIOR
Al igual que el programa! Wait, no I don't want to-

    The tourist takes a photo. Junior notices one of them
    holding a bilingual map with points of local interest.
    Grateful, a tourist pulls out a two pound coin for Junior.
                             TOURIST
                 Gracias hombre triste.
    Junior hands the coin back, snatches the map and sprints
    away. The tourists stand confused.

37 EXT. OUTSIDE PRIME MANOR - LATER 37

We watch BUSKING JOHN play 'Back For Good' on a cheap, electric piano. He's sporting a cowboy hat and a 'Prime of our Lives' T-shirt, clumsily working Rachel into the song.

    This tourist trap is Prime Manor; a gaudy 'footballers row'
    McMansion set back from a two hundred yard driveway and a
    large iron gate, complete with security guards on site.
    Ignoring the peppering of aimless Johns, the scene more
    closely resembles Buckingham Palace on a quiet day; a
    congregation of tourists and grifters hocking knock-off merch.
    Junior stands before it all, still holding his box. He makes
    his way for the fence, avoiding other Johns.
    Junior peers through. He is confused. Where is Rachel?
    To his right a mustachioed John has his arms up on the bars,
    vaping. Junior gulps and tries to confront himself.
                             JUNIOR
                 Hey... You... J-John...
    Annoyed, Moustache John turns to look at Junior, who
    freezes. It's suddenly like looking into a fun-house mirror.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 Are- oh God are you also trying to

get back?

    Junior backs away, scanning the crowd. His eyes land on some
    tourists taking a picture with Busking John. Behind them is
    someone familiar-
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)

KOSH!

    Kosh is standing apart from the crowd, casually talking on
    the phone. Elated, Junior sprints over to him.

35.

                         JUNIOR (cont'd)
             Oh my God... Kosh it's you!
                         KOSH
             I'm on the phone mate, can you-
Kosh clocks Junior's box and puts down the phone.
                         KOSH (cont'd)
             John! You just got here, right?
                         JUNIOR
             I don't understand what's happening,
             K. Everything is so fucked up, I-
Kosh warmly places a hand on his shoulder.
                         KOSH
             You've come to the right place,
             that's exactly why I'm here.
Junior breathes a small sigh of relief.
                         JUNIOR
             Thanks man, I just...
                   (getting emotional)
             I don't know what's going on, or who
             I am or- my whole life has gone but
             also it's over there and-
                         KOSH
             -Uh-huh listen I'm filling up fast
             right now but I still have a couple
             slots going mid next week.
He hands Junior a business card: KOSH - Executive Director -

John Support

Services - 4EVER UR FRIEND

            KOSH (cont'd)
There's a phone number on there, but
I'm transitioning to online bookings
only, so your best bet is going via
the website- voucher code Newbie-1
for 20% off.
Junior is stunned. Kosh gives him an affirming pat on the
arm, but is distracted by a rumble from the crowd. He nods
towards it.
                         KOSH (cont'd)
             Good timing. You might catch a
             glimpse of her.

36.

Rachel?

JUNIOR

    A large black chauffeur car rolls slowly towards the gate.
    There is a buzz of attention from the crowd. Junior begins
    to drift towards the commotion, moving faster as the car
    passes into the property and the gates shut.
    The car makes its slow way up the drive. Junior darts back
    to the fence and starts looking for a route up. Nothing.
    He spins to face Moustache John, still leaning against the
    bars, sighing longingly as he watches the car roll away.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 You. Please give me a boost.
    Moustache John looks like he's been insulted.
                             MOUSTACHE JOHN
                 The hell do you think you are?
                             JUNIOR
                 Christ, please! One of you be nice to
                 me for just a second.
    Moustache John scans him up and down. Thinking. He nods.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 Really!
    Moustache John gestures at a good spot, exhaling vape smoke.
    Junior drops his box, takes a step back, then runs at
    Moustache John, who boosts him up over his head. Junior's
    hands reach the top, and with some assistance is just able
    to pull himself over into-

38 EXT. PRIME MANOR GROUNDS - CONTINUOUS 38 -falling down onto a small flower bed. He spins around.

                             JUNIOR
                 Thank you! Now just toss over-
    Moustache John is running away with the box. Junior looks
    like he's just been stabbed.
                         GUARD (O.S.)
A guard has spotted him. No time. Junior sprints away.

HEY YOU!

37.

    Prime and Rachel's car continues to roll up towards the
    house, coming to a halt at the entrance palladium.
    Junior bursts through an ornamental bush and rockets up the
    driveway, a guard in hot pursuit. Cameras flash. The crowd
    behind him explodes into a blend of cheers and boos. This was
    what they were all waiting for.
  1. 39  INT. PRIME MANOR - GUARD HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 39

        We are suddenly watching Junior on a block of security
        screens. An elderly guard groans as he gets up and grabs an
        air-rifle from a wall rack. Unhurried, he ambles back to the
        screens, waiting a moment before hitting a big red button.
    
  2. 40  EXT. PRIME MANOR GROUNDS - CONTINUOUS 40

        A net suddenly falls from a tree. Like clockwork a sprinting
        Junior is perfectly caught up in it, slowing to a shimmy.
    
        POP. He is hit in the buttocks with a tranquilliser dart,
        rapidly losing function as, after a few more steps, he flops
        on to the ground.
    
        We hear a groan from the crowd followed by a cheer. Junior
        woozily leans up to see that a well dressed woman has
        already stepped out of the car. It's Rachel. She smiles
        benignly as she briskly walks to the front door.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                           (slurring)
    
                     RACHEL! IT'S ME! I'M BACK!
    
        His voice is drowned out by the crowd. The other door opens
        and John Prime steps out, pope-waving.
    
        The elderly guard walks up, sympathetically tipping his cap.
    
                                 ELDERLY GUARD
                     You can't just keep doing the same
    
                     old thing, son. Gotta move you on,
                     give John and Rachel their space.
    
        Another guard wanders over. Before passing out, Junior
        desperately makes eye contact with Prime. A moment of
        connection as he shuts the front door.
    
  3. 41  INT. POLICE STATION - TEMPORARY HOLDING CELL - NIGHT 41 Junior is sitting on a bench, sullen and exhausted.

38.

    A click as the door swings open and a corrections officer
    appears, standing aside to make way for MARTY (30s) dressed in
    scrubs. She's frazzled with post-late-shift energy.
                             MARTY
                 Oh no, no I can't believe-

(rushing over to him)
Hey it's me. It's Marty. Actually it's Martina, but you call me Marty. It's like an in-joke. An us thing.

    She takes his hand in hers and smiles comfortingly. Junior
    looks puzzled, he has never met this woman in his life.
                             MARTY (cont'd)
                 Your timing was just- ach, I'm sorry,
                 I've always been able to sponsor you
                 at the door but this stupid work
                 thing came up and I had to ask your-

JUNIOR? (slowly shaking head)

                 You're not my sponsor...

She looks down to read his number. Shit. This one isn't Junior. The guard clears his throat, nodding towards the actual Junior, sat on a different bench, even more frightened and exhausted, hugging his knees to his chest. He's still high on tranquilliser juice.

MARTY

Oh craps...

    She scrambles for a flyer in her handbag and hands it
    abruptly to this different John. He stares at it, puzzled.
                             MARTY (cont'd)
                 Everything's gonna be okay, okay?
    She runs over to Junior and takes his hand.
                             MARTY (cont'd)
                 Ditto. Come on.

42 INT. MARTY'S CAR - LATER 42

    A numb Junior is sat in the passenger seat as Marty
    navigates the evening traffic.
                             MARTY
                 -so the operating stats finally started
                 showing up on the instrument display but
                 now they weren't on the twin monitor-

39.

(MORE)

                         MARTY (cont'd)
                   (sighs)
             Typical radiology department drama.
                         JUNIOR
                   (still stoned)
             That's... like a medical thing? Right?
                         MARTY
             No silly, its a radio thing. I'm like
             a radio historian.
                         JOHN
             Oh. Right.
Marty starts laughing. The car comes to a stop at the light.
                         MARTY
             Gets you every time. Ugh- Thank you.
             What a day. For all two of us.
                   (Squeezing his knee)
             It's okay now though, I'm here.
SLAP! Window Washer John is back at it.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             Oh, grab me some coins out of the
             glove box.
Junior opens the glove box, pulls out a couple of pound
coins and hands them to her. She passes them through the
window to the John, along with a flyer from a pile.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             Thanks, my love. And I want to see
             you at group tomorrow, yeah?
                         WINDOW WASHER JOHN
             Okay Marty. Will do.
She continues to drive on, smiling to herself.
                         MARTY
             It's great having you around. You
             know- everywhere. Especially as-
             well, not to toot my own horn but I'm
             pretty important to you. I organise a
             lot in the community.
Junior looks down at the pile of flyers. It's upside down
but he can make out some of the details.

40.

                         MARTY (cont'd)
             I know our work has done John- you

met earlier- I know it's done him worlds of good. Especially since his whole 'Ikea' incident.

Junior looks up, not sure what she means.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             He was- all Johns in the warehouse
             there were let go, for fighting at
             work.
Junior thinks for a moment, a sad realisation.

JUNIOR
Oh God. My job... I'm not at Frontica?

                         MARTY
             I mean, probably. One of you. But not
             you, no. Worry not though, there's
             plenty of employers who accept work-
             permits from Johns.
                   (realising)
             Which- that was probably in your box...
                         JUNIOR
             No. Fuck. Rach's charger was in that

box!

             We don't use the 'R' word. House rule.
             Take it from me, I know how hard it is
             to have things constantly remind you
             of your ex.
Junior shakes his head like he's just sniffed pepper.
                         JUNIOR
             She's not my ex. We're still together.
             It's just... more complicated between
             us right now but-

MARTY (mimicking his accent)

Com-pli—cated. I get complicated, I love complicated! I live with you.

      MARTY
(wincing)

41.

43 INT. MARTY'S FLAT - LATER 43

    We hear the door unlock and Marty walks in. Junior, still
    high, follows quietly behind. She plops her keys down on the
    counter of the open-plan kitchen/living room.
                             MARTY
                 Now you're going to have to sleep on
                 the couch to begin with, but
                 hopefully we'll be able to find a
                 more comfortable solution later.
    A ’Welcome Home John’ cake sits on the counter, although it
    reads 'Welcome Home Jo-' as a slice has already been cut out.
                             MARTY (cont'd)
                 Right, well. That was supposed to be
                 for you, but it would seem somebody
                 got confused.
                             JUNIOR
                       (suddenly nervous)
                 So that other me? He...
    Marty loosely gestures down the corridor, taking her coat off.
                             MARTY
                 Yeah. First on the right. My room's
                 after that, then Omar at the back.
                 You'll get to meet him in the morning I
                 expect. Maybe Chris too if he's over.

JUNIOR

...Okay.

    Marty misreads his existential horror, stepping closer as
    she mindlessly removes her bra under her shirt, pulling it
    from her sleeve and tossing it in the corner.
                             MARTY
                 Look, you're going to be all awkward
                 about this and there's no need. You
                 belong here already so- make yourself
                 at home. Bathroom's just down there.
                 Have one of your famous long showers,
                 those baby soaps you like are all
                 there on the side.
    She beams at him. Junior doesn't quite know what to say.
                             JUNIOR
                 Thank you... uh- Martina?

42.

                         MARTY
             Marty. You call me Marty.
                         JUNIOR
             But I don't know you.
Marty just smiles a little knowingly. She sits down on the
sofa and taps the bedding with her hand, as if to invite him
to join her. Its weirdly intimate.
                         MARTY
             Hey. It's okay.
Junior cautiously sits next to her. She starts to floss.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             I know you. Everyone knows you, John.
             You're the London man having the bad
             time thing-y. And when I first
             arrived here, I was that too. I was
             alone. But everywhere I turned, you
             were there for me. Like a club. And
             now I'm part of you.
                   (hears that back)
             No that's creepy. What I mean is, I
             like that I can be there for you too.
Junior slowly nods, trying to unwind that.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             You and me. We go way back now. We're
             Doc and Marty, we finish each other's...
She pauses, waiting for him to say "sentences".

JUNIOR

Doc?

                         MARTY
             Don't worry about it. You'll catch up.
                   (she springs up)
             I'm bushed. Welcome home, John. Knock
             if you need anything.
And with that she disappears down the corridor, leaving
Junior alone, unsure what to do. He leans to peer down the
corridor. We see Marty waving as she closes the door. But
it's not where his eyes are drawn.
The door on the right is slightly ajar, a crack of light
streams out. Like a hapless teen in a horror movie, Junior
makes his way over: equal parts repulsed and drawn in.

43.

    Peering into the room he can see himself, lying on the bed
    fast asleep, the bedside light still switched on.
    Junior carefully pushes the door open and enters. It's a
    small, messy room. There are photos and trinkets of his
    relationship dotted around. For now, though, Senior looks
    peaceful and out-cold.
    Junior recognises a familiar cardboard box at the end of the
    bed. He carefully lifts it. Staring at Senior the whole time.
    He holds for a beat. The fear and revulsion seems to give
    way to quiet pity for a moment. He reaches down and switches
    off the bedside lamp, before slipping back out of the room.

44 INT. MARTY'S FLAT - SHORTLY AFTER 44

    Junior has Senior's box on the coffee table in front of the
    sofa. He opens it. A bunch of clothes. A book. Underneath it
    he registers something else.
    He slowly pulls out a phone charger. Little glittery
    stickers on the outside of it read: RACHEL
    His heart sinks.
    WE FLASH BACK TO JOHN WATCHING RACHEL AS SHE SLEEPS IN THEIR
    BED. HEAD ON A PILLOW, SHE OPENS HER EYES TO CAMERA.

MATCH CUT TO:
45 INT. MARTY'S FLAT - SENIOR'S ROOM - EARLY MORNING 45

    SENIOR HAS JUST WOKEN UP, HIS HEAD ON A CRUMMY PILLOW,
    MEETING RACHEL'S EYELINE.
    She's not there. He hears a shower running.

46 INT. BATHROOM - LATER 46

    Junior is in the shower, letting the water cascade over him.
    He's unwrapping a new soap. Outside we hear a commotion.
    THUD! The door suddenly swings open and the shower curtain
    is pulled back. It's Senior.
                             SENIOR
                 Don't touch my shit you absolute
                 TWAT!
    Junior tries to gather the curtain to hide his modesty.

44.

What the f-

                  Oh and are those my special
                  soaps?
            JUNIOR
Marty said they're for me!
            SENIOR
Are they fuck. AND you're using my

towel? Perfect. You think just because you're the new me you can take what's mine? Don't touch my stuff, and DEFINITELY don't touch our- Rachel and my's stuff. Worry about your own box and don't even think about-

            JUNIOR
      (faintly)

JUNIOR SENIOR

             -I don't have my own box...
Senior's anger deflates a little.
                         SENIOR
             What did you say?!
                         JUNIOR
             I lost everything... I threw it away. I

threw it all away. (starting to ugly cry)

             And nothing makes any sense any more.
             There's a million of me so who the
             fuck am I?-
                         SENIOR
             Oh no, no no- stop crying or-
Seeing himself cry, Senior can't hold back. Tearing up.
                         JUNIOR
                   (wailing)
             -and they cocked up my number and the
             water pressure's not great and I'm
             shouting at myself and you keep
             looking at my dick and I just want to
             go back home but everything’s fucked!
Senior and a naked Junior just stand, weeping at each other.
                         PRIME (O.S.)
             I didn't know I could be so happy.

45.

47 INT. MARTY'S FLAT - LIVING ROOM - LATER 47

    We are watching Reality TV. John Prime is wearing a blinding
    white tuxedo, giving a to-camera confessional.
                             PRIME
                 It's been a long road, but we made
                 it. This is truly a dream come true.
    Back in the flat, Junior and Senior are sitting on the
    couch, eyes still stained red from their earlier cry,
    transfixed on the show. They're each eating a plate of
    'Welcome Home John' cake.
    We hear a cheesy rendition of the wedding march coming from
    the TV. Senior looks over at Junior, knowing what's coming.
    Junior gasps a little at what he sees.
                             JUNIOR
                 Oh my God...
    Senior smiles and nods knowingly.
    Rachel, in a beautiful white dress, is being walked down the
    aisle by her father, Rob. This destination wedding is
    enormous. The guest list is a Who's who of 'Who?', a mixture
    of glossy celebrities, family, Kosh and other Johns. IDRIS
    ELBA is officiating. Rachel arrives at Prime's side. They
    beam at each other.
                             IDRIS ELBA
                 It's my honour and privilege to bring
                 John Prime and Rachel Lawrence
                 together in holy matrimony. John,
                 would you read your vows?
    Prime clumsily unfolds a small piece of paper. Back in the
    room Senior starts mouthing along.
                             PRIME (O.C.)
                 My Rachel. I knew from the day we met
                 at Ben Sanders' party that you were
                 the one. I truly am the luckiest me
                 in the world. I can't possibly
                 imagine myself without you.
    On screen Rachel takes out her own piece of paper and reads.
                             RACHEL
                 My one and only. It's been a long,
                 complicated road, hasn't it? Ups and
                 downs. Some vortexes.

(MORE)

46.

                         RACHEL (cont'd)
                   (slight crowd laugh)
             And whatever other mad science-y
             things might happen to us all over
             again, we'll make them work too.
             Together. I love you times a thousand.
Junior's gaze softens. He mouths 'I love you Shmoo' back.
                         IDRIS ELBA
             You may now kiss the bride.
Prime and Rachel's lips meet, the crowd rises in applause. A
violin quartet plays 'Back For Good'. Fade to credits.
A long pause as they sit in silence. Senior sniffs.
                         SENIOR
             Season 2 is where it really gets

going.

He reaches for the controller and clicks. We hear the
Netflix sound and the show intro. Junior seems distressed.

JUNIOR (processing, watching)

             Wow. It’s- it's-
                         SENIOR
             It's perfect. We're perfect.
                         JUNIOR
             -Oh God was this all my fault? Maybe
             If I'd never left in the first place-
                         SENIOR
             -We'd be together right now-
                         JUNIOR
             We are- but that's not me- but it is-
             it’s- help me, this is so complicated.
             Help me figure this out.
                         SENIOR
             I think you seriously misunderstand our
             relationship. When I figure this out
             you will not be part of the equation.
Senior hears a door open down the corridor and fumbles at
the controller, hurriedly changing the channel to QVC. An
uncomfortable John with a face-mic is trying to sell some
knives. He's not good at it.

47.

                         QVC JOHN
             That's right, Kirsty. A knife for
             every day of the week. Really makes-
Marty enters on her way to the shower.
                         MARTY
             Look at this! You guys bonding?
Senior spins around, eyes wet, trying to look nonchalant.
                         SENIOR
             Gross. No.
Junior is glued to the TV, we watch it with him.
48  INT. MARTY'S
            QVC JOHN
And if you're watching, happy
anniversary Rach, I'm so proud of us.
Please call, please, my personal
phone number is 07921-

FLAT - KITCHENETTE - LATER 48

Junior and Marty are sat at the kitchenette table while
Senior busies himself at the stove. Junior looks lost,
staring at a jar in the centre of the table full of loose
cash. The label reads: "THE 'R' JAR".
                         MARTY
             You look good, like you again.
             Starting to settle in?
                         JUNIOR
             I'm still trying to- it's like this
             isn't me, or who I'm supposed to be? Or...
                         MARTY
             Yeah, that's just the time
             difference. Jet-lag... whatever. Your
             rhythms will catch up. Breakfast
             helps. You just need some of your
             incredible crepes in you.
She shivers in delight at the sense-memory of the crepes.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             There's maple in the batter.
                         JUNIOR
Senior serves a perfect crepe with chopped bananas to Marty.

I know.

48.

            MARTY
Thank you so much, John.
      (to Junior)
I really mean it, John. Your cooking
is next level.
         JUNIOR
Thanks.
         MARTY
    (smiling)

Jynx.

                         MARTY
             Junior it is.
         JUNIOR
What- wait, no I really

prefer John.

         SENIOR
    (to Marty)

John's fine.

                           SENIOR
                  Thanks.
                            SENIOR
                       (to Marty)
                  Oh no, he can be the Junior
                  this time. It's only fair. I
                  was Junior last time.

MARTY
(to Senior, playfully)

So does that make you Senior now?

JUNIOR
(to Marty, processing)

                  Hold on- how many of us have
                  you had?
            MARTY
-Who's counting. Sofa's real comfy
right? My first John found this down
by the bins. Perfectly intact. How
crazy is that?
OMAR, one of Marty's other flatmates, walks in. He has a
giant mug that says 'HALF JOHN-A-THON FUN RUN'.
                         OMAR
             Heyyy, the new you!
Omar places his hand on Junior's shoulder, shaking him
around a bit. He's clearly very comfortable with Johns.
                         OMAR (cont'd)
             Omar, nice to re-meet you man.
                         SENIOR
             Crepe mate? Its ready.
                         OMAR.
             Oooh go on. Can I take it to go?
Omar holds out a half-folded newspaper and John slips the
crepe into it and hands him a fork.

49.

OMAR MARTY Cheers babe. Bring the fork back.

Omar winks, nods and barrels swiftly out of the door.
                         SENIOR
             What a legend.
The door slams. Senior surveys the cooking station.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             Whoops. Looks like we're out of
             batter. Better luck next time,
             Junior.
He turns, smiling and shrugging at Marty and Junior. Marty
isn't having any of this.
                         MARTY
             Oi! Quit being a fuckhead.
                         SENIOR
             Eesh. Sorry! I'll make more batter.
                         MARTY
             You know that's not what I mean.
         JUNIOR
    (half standing up)
No it's okay, I do actually
know how to make them.
                         JUNIOR
             Really, I-
         SENIOR
    (laboured)
Coming right up.
                         SENIOR
                   (aggravated grunt)
             No you'll pull a you and mess
             everything up.
                         MARTY
             He's not messed anything up.
                   (to Junior)
             Can you remind me to remind you to
             bring this up in group tonight?
A clang from the kitchen counter.
                         SENIOR (O.C.)
                   (feigning enthusiasm)
             Oh wow. Is it Tuesday already?
                         JUNIOR
             What group?

50.

49  INT. CHURCH HALL - JOHNONYMOUS SUPPORT GROUP - LATER

49

We are looking at a sign that reads 'JOHNS SUPPORT THEMSELVES.'
On a table off to the side we see a pile of Kosh's business
cards and a plate of Hobnobs. A numbered hand takes a glove
from a bowl of right-handed gloves.
                         MARTY (O.C)
             Take a seat everyone. A lot of
             familiar faces, this is so great.
             Thank you all for coming.
A seated Junior pulls on a glove, concealing his messed-up
tattoo. He takes in the room around him. There are other
Johns sitting in a circle of chairs, each wearing a glove
over their number. Marty, the only non-John, is standing.
                         MARTY
             Welcome to Johnonymous. A community

led temporal alien support circle. We're not an I group. We're an us group. A safe space to 'be' together. I'm Marty; we go way back. Let's start to my left.

The John to Marty's left looks up, awkwardly clears his
throat and stands. It's Window Washer John.
                         WINDOW WASHER JOHN
             Thanks Marty, uh- Hi, I'm John. I
             accept my relocation to the now.
                         THE ROOM
                   (In unison)
             Welcome Home John.
                         WINDOW WASHER JOHN
             Yeah- So I'm making this meal for the
             family that's been sponsoring me. The
             daughter's vegan and I was- I
             couldn't remember the name of the
             Chef Rach loves. Her recipe guy- from
             when we did that 'No Meat March'
             thing...
                         JOHN VOICES
                   (Staggered)
             The Vegan Demon.
Marty is already pinching the bridge of her nose.
                         WINDOW WASHER JOHN
             Demon! That's the bloke. Cool. Cheers.

51.

And with that Window Washer John sits down.

SURLY JOHN WINDOW WASHER JOHN How could you forget that? It was just a brain fart!

Meanwhile, Junior notices that Senior is playing with his
phone, silently scrolling through obnoxiously lavish moments
from PrimeTime's Insta. We see hundreds of comments from
various Johns. Clocking his interest, Senior turns the
screen ever so slightly towards Junior. They share.
                         SURLIER JOHN
             It was the demon dip. With the smoked
             aubergines, you mess that up too?
                         MARTY
             Hey! He's not messed anything up. He's-
                   (looking for Junior)
             -that was it, Junior you were
             supposed to remind me about-
She spots Junior and Senior looking at Senior's phone.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             Oh come on, no phones John. You know
             the rules.
Senior looks up to see Marty coming over.
                         SENIOR
             Just- making notes. Sorry.
Hiding the phone he fat-fingers a video and sounds of the
happy couple echo throughout the space. The group all starts
to look depressed. Senior finally gets it to stop.
                         MARTY
             John. You've got to unfollow your

past.

                         SENIOR
             No it's- I was just-
                   (pointing to Junior)
             It's his fault.

JUNIOR

What?

                         MARTY
             It's not. Stand up real quick. I've
             got something new.
Senior cautiously stands as she jogs to a table behind her
and grabs a folded cardboard cut-out.

52.

                         MARTY (cont'd)
             Blaming yourself gets us nowhere.
             You've got to think differently.
She walks it into the circle, unfolding it upright.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             See this spacetime thingy as an
             opportunity. The space to find who
             you are, and the time to find out who
             you're supposed to be.

She spins it
our Lives' marketing display. The Johns gasp and murmur.

                         MARTY (cont'd)
             You need to look at what's standing
             right in front of you. I'm here,
             you're safe.
We hear a slight murmur from the room as Marty struggles to
keep it upright. Senior cannot fathom what's happening, he
looks over to Junior who mirrors his expression.
                         SENIOR
             Wait- you want me to-
                         MARTY
             Like they're here, or you're- I'm not
             sure, just speak your truth and let's
             hear how it sounds.
Senior and Marty share a quiet beat, he turns to the standee.
                         SENIOR
             Umm... Okay. Well.
                   (thinking)
             Hey Rach. I hope you're well... I-
                   (breaking)
             I can't. This is too weird.
The Johns are starting to laugh.
                         MARTY
             Come on! This is a support group. WE
             SUPPORT EACH OTHER HERE. You can swap
             stories about your ex at the pub.
A beat. The room is silent. Then in the back we hear-
                         SURLY JOHN (O.C.)
             She's not my ex, it's just...

around. It's Rachel, salvaged from a 'Prime of

53.

Marty shushes him, her eyes turn to Senior. He stands there
a while, looking at Rachel's frozen smile.
                         THERAPY JOHN (O.C)
                   (mock Rachel voice)
             I luuurve you Shmoo.
A few chuckles from the circle. Senior sighs and tries again.
Junior stares on, threatened at what this means for him.
                         SENIOR
             You look good. Shinier than I
             remember. It's been a good while
             since- Um. I love the show? I'm so
             proud of you, I knew we were destined
             for something big. At least I did- I
             should have-
Marty pointedly clears her throat. The longer Senior stares
at the cardboard Rachel, the more he notices Prime's hand
around her. He's been cut out.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             But I'm happy you're happy. That
             somewhere out there we're still- us.
             I'm just so sorry that- I broke
             everything between me and you.
Junior's breathing becomes erratic. Senior's too. Marty is
suddenly unsure.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             I should have just- you're the smart
             one. You're the one who makes sure we
             read the books and- I just needed to
             keep believing in that same future you
             were. If I could just walk through our
             front door again I know you'd- God,
             it's like I've tried everything I can
             to get back to you, and if not-
                   (the damn bursts)
             ...then I know another me has.
This sets off a chain reaction, a grief-splosion of repressed
pain as Junior and the other Johns bursts into an ugly cry.
                         MARTY
             Oh- Okay. Maybe we need to-
                         SENIOR
             You never gave up on us and I'm not
             going to now either. No matter how
             difficult, and lonely and- it doesn't
             matter. We're who I'm supposed to be.

(MORE)

54.

                             SENIOR (cont'd)
                 I'm not going anywhere Shmoo. I don't
                 make sense without you.
    Marty takes in the collective meltdown around her. A
    catastrophic symphony of wailing self-pity.
    This did not go as planned.
  1. 50  EXT. RACHEL'S PUB AND RESTAURANT - LATER 50

        A red neon sign that reads 'RACHEL'S' illuminates the
        building that used to be the Golden Sun Buffet. Out front we
        see a John refusing to share a cigarette with another John.
    
                                 KOSH (O.S.)
                     See, it's like I said. You're that
    
                     science cat shitting in the box. Or-
                     was it dying? Either way-
    
  2. 51  INT. RACHEL'S PUB AND RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS 51

    This place is a gimmicky nightmare, like an Irish theme pub devoted entirely to Prime of our Lives 'memorabilia'. It's clearly popular with Johns as it's packed with them.

        At the bar we see Kosh drinking with a CLIENT JOHN.
    
                                 KOSH (CONT'D)
                     The science cat's gotta pick a box, or
    
                     accept the box you picked for him or-
                     it's like, where's that box going?
                     Yeah?
    
                                 CLIENT JOHN
                           (to the bar)
    
                     Two more Rachel-tini's please.
    
                                 KOSH
                     I think I know mate. And I think,
    
                     deep down, you know too. I'm here to-
        Senior sidles up to the bar, his black eye on display.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     Hey, Kosh I was just wondering if-
    
                                 CLIENT JOHN
                           (pleading, to Kosh)
    
                     Oh no- you know I don't like hearing
                     the sound of my own voice.
    

55.

                         SENIOR
             Yeah, no- exactly- but I just need to
             feel like myself again right now.

CLIENT JOHN
Sorry fight-club, this is my slot-

             C'mon Kosh back me up.
                         KOSH
                   (weary, to Senior)
             I'm sorry mate, there's a system.
                         SENIOR
             Yeah of course, it's just- you think
             we could go doubles on this session?
             Or I could just watch?
                         MARTY (O.C)
             Look he’s not getting over this, as
             his sponsor this hurts to say but,
             between you and me, I just don’t
             think it’s happening for him.
We cut across the room to find Marty sat opposite Junior in
a booth. She's looking over at the bar. Junior is blankly
staring down at the blue 'Rachel-tini' in front of him.
                         MARTY
             And then to bring us here. I had an
             inkling but- what do you think? What
             are you thinking right now?
Junior slowly looks up, totally overwhelmed.
                         JUNIOR
             This used to be a Pizza-hut.
Behind him a framed photo of he and Rachel in their
graduation gowns and mortar-boards.
Marty isn't comfortable here.
                         MARTY
             Well the past is the past and this is
             fucking depressing. Shall we just
             move on?
She places her hand over his. Junior retracts it.
                         JUNIOR
             Jesus, who ARE you? We JUST met! And
             the past? That was literally
             yesterday.

(MORE)

56.

                         JUNIOR (cont'd)
             And the day before that this place
             was a Chinese buffet and before that
             it was a- WHO CARES- I didn't know
             who you were then either! Okay?!
She casually waves it all away.
                         MARTY
             You're right. I'm so used to this,
             and you've only- let's just start
             again, again?

(holds out her hand)
Hey. I'm Martina. But you can call me Marty... if that works for you.

Junior looks down at her hand cautiously. He looks back at
the earnestly smiling Marty. She means well.
                         JUNIOR
             'Cause we go way back? Right?
Marty's smile spreads.
                         MARTY
             Sure do, Doc.
He shakes her hand, unsure about the nickname.
                         JUNIOR
             Okay Marty. Pleased to meet you...

again. I'm- I am glad you're here, I don't know who else I'd- I need help.

                   (looking around)
             I'm honestly scared to finally say it
             out loud- in here, this is going to
             sound a little...
                         MARTY
                   (leaning in, hushed)
             It's okay. Use me. Let me help.
                         JUNIOR
             Is there... some kind of talisman?
             Like, a time-crystal I have to piece
             back together or something?
Marty bursts out with surprised laughter.
                         MARTY
             Talismans. Jesus. Haven't heard that in
             a while.
Marty has pulled out a pamphlet from her handbag.

57.

                         JUNIOR
             Don't laugh, I'm being serious here.
                         MARTY
                   (reading)
             "Disorientation and ideations of
             returning are experiences commonly
             associated with" -how far did you get
             in these hand-outs, Junior?
                         JUNIOR
                   (frustrated)
             I'm not- Junior, I'm John. I'm still
             me. My whole life is still out there,
             right now, if Rach and I could just
             figure this out together-
                         MARTY
                   (groaning)
             Look there's like a thousand of you
             and one of her. I'm sorry if this
             hurts to hear, but she doesn't need
             you any more. She's got a John
             already, what about his feelings?
                         JUNIOR
             I could care less about his feelings.
             He's not part of the equation.

MARTY
Well other people care. They wouldn't

             like hearing you say that.
His eyes drift down to a brochure on the napkin stand. On it
is a holiday photo of John, Rachel and her parents Carol and
Rob. All smiling. Text reads: 'POP OVER FOR SUNDAY LUNCH'
'TERMS AND CONDITIONS APPLY'.
                         JUNIOR
             -Oh my God. What the hell is this?
                         MARTY
             Hm? Oh. yeah. They're sweet.
                         JUNIOR
             You've met them? Of course you've met
             her parents. What is this?
                         MARTY
             I don't think you'll get much out of-
                         JUNIOR
                   (reading, ignoring)
             There's a minibus?!

58.

                             MARTY
                       (sighing)
                 This isn't going to go how you want
                 it to.
                             JUNIOR
                       (pointing at image)
                 This is me. They know me. You want
                 to help? Help.
    Marty looks at him, struggling with the request.
                                                   FADE TO:

52 INT. RACHEL'S PARENT'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAYS LATER 52

    Junior is by himself, looking at the same graduation photo.
    It's resting on a piano alongside others of Rachel as a child.
    He steps forward to face Carol and Rob, seemingly waiting.
                             JUNIOR
                 Carol, Rob. Hi!
                             CAROL
                       (opening her arms)
                 Hello, darling.
                             ROB

Johnny.

                             JUNIOR
                 Thank you. I haven't seen you since...
                 since Easter, right?
    He enters her embrace.
                             CAROL
                 Yes. Of course. Easter.
                             JUNIOR
                 ...How are you?
                             ROB
                 Oh you know. Same same.
    An awkward beat. Carol plods on.
                             CAROL
                 It means a lot to us that you've come
                 by, John. Now I know you don't want to
                 hear this, and I've said it a thousand
                 times, but it's all going to be okay.

59.

                         JUNIOR
             Yes. Thank you. I'm here about that
             actually, I was hoping we could-
Knowing where this is going, Rob slaps Junior's arm, raising
his own wrist to reveal a reasonably nice looking watch.
                         ROB
             Still winding up the way we learned?
A little thrown, Junior hurriedly raises his own wrist.
Revealing a similar, if slightly less nice looking, watch.
                         JUNIOR
             Of course Rob. Every morning.
                         ROB
                   (leans in, winks)
             Good man. And don't worry about the
             watch. I understand.
                         JUNIOR
             I'm sorry?
                         CAROL
             Now pop over to the kitchen and help
             yourself to a Cornetto from the
             freezer. Rob's got them special from
             the Cash and Carry.
Carol parts his hair the other way, looking over his shoulder.
                         CAROL (cont'd)
             Go on. We'll be around in a flash.

Junior gives a defeated nod. Shuffling away. Except that wasn't Junior.

We reveal a queue of other Johns behind him. The real Junior at the head of it, a nonplussed Marty beside him.

                         JUNIOR
             Carol, Rob.
                         CAROL
                   (a little worn)
             Hello, darling.
                         ROB
             Johnny.
Carol opens her arms, but this time Marty steps into them.

60.

                             MARTY
                 Hey. Good to see you again.
                             CAROL
                 Goodness- yes. Um-
                             MARTY
                 Martina. Sponsor.
                             ROB
                 Martina! Of course. That was it.
                             CAROL
                 Would you like a Cornetto as well

Martina?

                             MARTY
                 In the back, yeah?
    She breezes into the kitchen, utterly familiar with it.
    Junior stands there awkwardly, clearing his throat.
                             JUNIOR
                       (recovering)
                 Thank you. You're both- you're such
                 an important part of our lives, Rach
                 and me, and I don't understand what's
                 happening yet, but we're really going
                 to need your-
    Marty has poked her head from around the kitchen.
                             MARTY
                       (interrupting)
                 Junior you want a Cornetto?
    This is not going how Junior wants it to go.
                             ROB
                       (looking about)
                 Who on earth is Junior?
                             RACHEL (O.S.)
                 Come on this is so cooorrny!

53 EXT. RACHEL'S PARENT'S HOUSE - BACK GARDEN - MANY YEARS AGO 53

    Rachel and John are standing beside the tool shed at the end
    of the garden. They look young. Happy. He's wearing a goofy
    trench coat, carving 'R+J' into the wooden exterior.

61.

                         JOHN
             No it's really cool, actually. And I
             should know, because I am cool.
                         RACHEL
             Give me the knife, Morpheus.
She grabs the pen-knife off him and takes over the job.
                         RACHEL (cont'd)
             If you were as cool as all that,
             you'd know not to bend at the wrist.
                         JOHN
             Oh fuck is that your dad's car?

RACHEL

What?!

She spins around to look towards the driveway, right into
his waiting lips. Smooth. She giggles as they kiss.
SUDDENLY ANOTHER JOHN STEPS OUT FROM BEHIND THEM AND SPEAKS
DIRECTLY TO CAMERA.

Oi!

QUEUE JOHN

54 EXT. RACHEL'S PARENTS HOUSE - BACK GARDEN - PRESENT DAY 54

    Junior is pulled out of the memory. He has one hand on the
    aged engraving, feeling it gently.
    A queue of Johns is behind him. Each has their own Cornetto.
                             QUEUE JOHN
                 I'd also like to experience the shed
                 at some point today.
                             MARTY (O.C.)
                 JUNIOR! YOU OUT HERE?
    Junior looks over to see Marty appear out of the back door,
    scanning the garden.
                             MARTY
                 RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU ARE!
    Junior sidles away, picking up the pace and ducking around
    the side of the house towards-

MATCH CUT TO:

62.

55 EXT. RACHEL’S PARENTS HOUSE - SIDE ACCESS - CONTINUOUS 55

    -where he immediately bumps into Carol, smoking a cigarette
    by the wheelie bins. Caught off guard she attempts to
    conceal it, before giving up and offering it up to him.
                             CAROL
                 Oh sod it.
    Junior, very confused, clasps it unconvincingly.
                             CAROL (cont'd)
                 Terrible, dirty things. Don't make a
                 habit out of it, okay?
    Junior takes a virgin drag and coughs.
                             JUNIOR
                 Thank you. It's nice to be back.
                             CAROL
                 It's nice having you. It's not just
                 about the tax rebate.
    He hands the cigarette back.
                             JUNIOR
                 So- does she come back often?
                             CAROL
                 The production rolls in a few times a

year.

                             JUNIOR
                 Can you let me know when? If that's
                 not too much to ask?
                             CAROL
                 It is, but it's never stopped you
                 asking before.
    Junior looks hurt. Carol smiles knowingly at Junior.
                             CAROL (cont'd)
                 We get awfully good at pretending,
                 don't we? Well, we try.
                             JUNIOR
                 No- Carol, I'm not pretending. It's
                 me- real me- it's Johnny-

63.

                             CAROL
                       (genuinely)
                 Oh darling I know. And I'm so sorry
                 for how everything's turned out. We
                 don't want to lose touch, and you'll
                 always be welcome in our lives. Every
                 third Sunday.
    Carol reaches out and touches Junior's arm.
                             JUNIOR
                 Please. What am I supposed to do?
                             CAROL
                 Well, You usually head upstairs.
  1. 56  INT. RACHEL'S PARENT'S HOUSE - STAIRWELL - SHORTLY AFTER 56

        A sullen Junior slowly makes his way up the stairs, looking
        at various pictures on the wall. Him and Rachel with her
        family on holiday. Another graduation photo. The Christmas
        where he got his wristwatch. Artefacts of a life shared.
    
        He hears crying. Following the sound he enters-
    
  2. 57  INT. RACHEL'S PARENT'S HOUSE - RACHEL'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 57

        A bearded John is sat on the single bed, caressing a goofy
        sixth-form photo of him and Rachel. He's weeping in a comically
        overwrought manner. Marty is sat beside him, not into this.
    
                                 BEARD JOHN
                     We're so happy here...
    
                                 MARTY
                           (playing with phone)
    
                     Yeah, I know how you feel.
        He takes the waterworks up a notch, dropping the photo.
    
                                 BEARD JOHN
                     Nobody does!
    
        Beard John runs out of the room, pushing past a very out-of-
        sorts Junior. It's deeply cringe. Marty examines him a beat.
    
Junior?
I guess...

MARTY JUNIOR

64.

                         MARTY
             Fucking finally.
                         JUNIOR
                   (looking back)
             I'm not like that, am I?
                         MARTY
             I told you it was a bad look.
                   (eyes light up)
             And you know what else is?
She springs up and bounds over to Rachel's cupboard, pulling
out the trench coat we saw earlier.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             This is yours, right? The stupid
             matrix coat?
Junior doesn't look up as he's drawn towards the bed.
                         JUNIOR
             Please stop touching things.
                         MARTY
             We were so drunk when you finally had
             the courage to share a photo.
                   (drunk John voice)
             "It's called being cool actually"
                         JUNIOR

Uh-huh...

                         MARTY
             Do you reckon they'll mind if we have
             you try it on for another one? I need
             a new wallpaper for my phone.
She turns around, Junior is holding the same photograph.
It's too late, he's already getting dusty eyed.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             Oh- for fuck's sake. You just saw how
             this looks. Is that who you are?
                         JUNIOR
                   (pointing at photo)
             This is me! I'm me.
                         MARTY
             That's literally a photo of someone
             else.
This hits Junior like a tonne of bricks.

65.

                         JUNIOR
             Then who the fuck am I?
Finally. Marty gets excited.
                         MARTY
             We get to figure that out! I've had to
             do it before. I know it seems
             impossible but it's not.
Junior shakes his head, that's impossible. Marty bends down.
Perhaps this is the moment she wanted.
58  EXT. OUTSIDE

MARTY
No you literally just can.

            JUNIOR
I don't think you're using that word
right this time.
            MARTY
No I am, I'm asking... do you want to
meet the John I know who has?

PLAYHOUSE - EVENING - DAYS LATER 58

            JUNIOR
Even if I wanted to, I-
You can.
...I can't.

MARTY

JUNIOR

    We are looking at an amateur theatre space. There is a small
    line of people down the street. The marquee reads: 'JOHN
    MOVES IN' with 'WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY JOHN 6'.
                             MARTY (O.C.)
                 It's been a good while since he moved
                 out but trust me, he really is special.

59 INT. PLAYHOUSE - EVENING - CONTINUOUS 59

    Marty and Junior are all dressed up, shimmying down the aisle
    to their seats. It's a decent audience turnout.
                             JUNIOR
                 Uh-huh, you keep mentioning that.

66.

                         MARTY
             My heart melted when I heard about
             his big break. This is so exciting.
             You're a born performer.
                         JUNIOR
             Yeah, what is this, exactly?
As they take their seats we see the stage. It's a small set
that appears to look a LOT like John and Rachel's old flat.
We see a recreation of their front door upstage centre.
                         MARTY
             Like a one person show about your
             life after the big... break. The new
             you.
                         JUNIOR
             And that's supposed to be my flat?
She leans over and delicately starts fixing his garish tie.
                         MARTY
             Shh. No spoilers. I specifically

haven't- okay, cards on the table, I have this little inkling I might- come up. I'm pretty important to you and- it'll probably play as too meta- but what do I know. I'm just your-

(house lights go down) Eeek! It's starting!!

A spotlight pings down. A John steps into it, wearing a shirt with '#1' printed on the front. We shall refer to him as 'STAGE JOHN'. A flute offstage screeches a sharp note.

                         MARTY (cont'd)
                   (whisper shout)
             That's him!!! That's John!!
Stage John holds the moment. It feels extremely pretentious.
                         STAGE JOHN
             A door. A choice. A journey.

(a pose, flute note) Then? When? Now.

                   (another pose)
             Who are we? Who. Am. I?
Darkness. A patter of feet as he runs behind the set. Over
the speakers we hear a staggered chorus of whispered voices:

67.

                         WHISPER VOICES (V.O.)
             I don't know. I don't know. Who's at
             the door? Who's at the door!!
The stage lights flick on with a 'boom'. The door pops open

and Stage John backs through holding the Fïssn box.

                         STAGE JOHN
             Honey! I'm home!
                   (a long beat)
             Honey? My life? Where have you gone?
Suddenly an actress playing Rachel enters stage left.
                         STAGE RACHEL
             I'm here, Shmoo. You got my charger?
Junior's eyes widen. Her resemblance to Rachel is uncanny.
Marty's eyes do the opposite, she scrambles for the programme.

STAGE JOHN
(placing down the box)
I sure do. It's right here in this

             box. I know how much it means to you.
                         STAGE RACHEL
             What is that look on your face?
                         STAGE JOHN
             It's love, my love. I'm so glad we're
             back. I'm back. I finally feel like
             myself again. Like ourselves again.
                         STAGE RACHEL
             Yes AND I agree. Your space time from
             me was a gift, we both learned that-
         STAGE JOHN
If we love each other, we
can make it all work.
         STAGE RACHEL
If we love each other, we
can make it all work.
                         STAGE RACHEL (cont'd)
                   (giggles)

Jynx.

Stage John gazes into Stage Rachel's eyes before going for a
passionate kiss. It's uncomfortably long in the silent
theatre. Junior is enthralled. Marty is not.
As if late on the cue the door at the rear of the stage
swings open and another actor enters. He's definitely not a
John, but he wears a shirt with '#2' written on it.

68.

                         STAGE JOHN 2
             Honey! I'm ho-

STAGE JOHN STAGE JOHN 2 Who the hell are you!? Who the hell are you!?

                         STAGE RACHEL
             What the hell is going on here?

STAGE JOHN 2 STAGE JOHN That's not me! NO! That's not ME!

                         STAGE JOHN 2
             Rachel, call 999!
Junior puts his hand on his heart. Totally sucked in.
Suddenly STAGE JOHN 3 enters through the front door, '#3' on
her shirt. Despite being a woman she makes a convincing John.
         STAGE JOHN 3
Honey, I'm ho- What on

Earth!?

         STAGE JOHN 2
Yeah! Who on Earth are you!?
         STAGE RACHEL
I'm calling 999!
                                            STAGE RACHEL
                                   What on Earth is going on

here?

                                            STAGE JOHN 3
                                   Yeah! Who on Earth are you!?

STAGE JOHN 3

Honey...!?

    Enter STAGE JOHN 4, a very muscular actor who proudly belts
    out the first notes of a song-
                             STAGE JOHN 4
                       (sung)
                 ...I'm HOOOOOOOME!
    The whole cast begins dancing and singing the opening number
    of what is now revealed to be a musical.

60 INT. PLAYHOUSE - LATER 60

    The finale. Stage John and Stage Rachel embrace, singing a
    composite medley of 'Back For Good' with the 'Honey I'm Home'
    leitmotif throughout.
    The curtain falls, then rises as the entire cast bows to
    light applause from the audience. It wasn't very good.
    Stage John and Stage Rachel take their bow. Effusive, Junior
    whistles and gives a standing ovation. Scattered about a few
    other Johns have also risen to their feet.

69.

                             JUNIOR
                       (excited)
                 You're right! He's amazing!
    Marty is stone faced, watching how Stage John and Stage
    Rachel hold hands as they bow.

61 INT. BACKSTAGE - LATER 61

    We see members of the cast jostling and hi-fiving. Marty
    struggles to conceal her concern as she enters with Junior.
    In the back we see Stage John, sweaty from the lights and
    full of post-show adrenaline. Seeing Marty he momentarily
    looks worried, but quickly hides it behind a showbiz grin.
    Marty seems to do the same. Tentatively opening her arms.

STAGE JOHN (affected Biff voice)

                 McFly!!
                       (back to normal)
                 Oh my God Marty, no wayyyy it's soooo
                 good to see youuuuu.
    They embrace in a way that's familiar but strained.
                             MARTY
                 You really... disappeared into the role
                 out there, Doc.
                       (stepping back)

John Prime, huh? I actually thought this would be more about your life, I was waiting for my character to-

                             STAGE JOHN
                 -Yeah. Wow. It's really you. Wow.
                 It's been- you look great. Like you.
                       (to Junior)
                 And who's this?
    Junior is momentarily confounded by the question. Marty too.
    She takes and double checks Junior's hand.
                             MARTY
                 This is Junior- uh, Ten-31.
                             JUNIOR
                 You can call me John.
    Junior looks down at her hand on his. She isn't letting go.

70.

                         STAGE JOHN
                   (knowing, to Marty)
             Outstanding. This is- a good look.
Looking at them, Stage John notices Junior's tie.
                         STAGE JOHN (cont'd)
             You kept it! The Whitstable tie!
                   (to Junior)
             She's told you the story?
                         MARTY
             No. Um- No- Don't.

STAGE JOHN Oh! Okay. Right. Uh-

                   (to Junior)
             Marty's a very, very special person.
             You understand me, Junior? Don't pull a
             you, here. Be the better man and-
                   (catching a glance)
             Oh- Samantha!
Stage Rachel appears. Stage John slings his arm around her.
                         STAGE JOHN (cont'd)
             Wasn't she incredible? Guys, meet
                   (winking)
             'RACHEL'.
                         SAMANTHA
                   (playfully)
             You know I don't like that offstage.
                         STAGE JOHN
             Last time, I promise.
They share a platonic cheek-kiss. Marty bristles.
                         SAMANTHA
             Hi. Thank you so, so much for your
             support guys. It means the world.
Marty is frozen. Junior's attention is still on her hand
holding his.
                         STAGE JOHN
                   (reassuring)
             Sam this is Marty. We go way back.
                         MARTY

Martina.

71.

                             SAMANTHA
                       (to Stage John)
                 Jonathan I was hoping we could-
                             STAGE JOHN
                 OH! Yeah- of course, the- thing.
                       (to Marty)
                 Thank you so much for coming. I don't
                 want to make it more weird than it
                 already is between us, but- It's just
                 so great to see us both moving on.
    Marty is now squeezing Junior's hand very tightly.
  1. 62  INT. MARTY'S CAR - LATER 62

        Marty is deathly silent, eyes on the road. Junior is in the
        passenger seat, unsure what to say.
    
        The car comes to a red light. Looking straight ahead, Marty
        starts to cry.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     Oh... hey- oh no. Is there-
    

    He cautiously reaches over and touches her shoulder. She turns in and kisses him desperately.

        THUD! Window Washer John is back at it. They reel apart in
        shock.
    
                                 JUNIOR (cont'd)
                           (apologetic)
    
                     I'm sorry... I'm in a relationship.
        Something finally breaks inside Marty. We hold on her.
    
                                 NARRATOR (O.S)
                     John was busy just being himself-
    
  2. 63  INT. MARTY'S FLAT - LATER 63

    Marty silently enters, bee-lining for the kitchenette. The front room is dark and empty but we hear the sound of 'Prime of our Lives' playing on the TV. It's the intro:

                                 NARRATOR (O.C)
                     -until one day the universe broke,
    
                     and his family got a whole lot
                     bigger. Now, with over a thousand
                     miracles and counting it's going-
    

72.

Junior follows a little after, almost sneaking in. He
glances towards the TV. We see Rachel in a heart wipe.
                         NARRATOR (V.O.)
             -to take the love of his life, and
             their three closest time clones-
We see three Johns, jostling each other in a competitive
fashion. Little numbers appear above their heads: 4, 5, 7.
                         NARRATOR (V.O.) (cont'd)
             -to get him through the day.
Back in the room, Marty is slowly pouring herself a glass of
water. Very slowly. Junior is scared to say anything.
                         NARRATOR (O.C)
             It's complicated, but they make it
             work. For John and Rachel this is the
             Prime Of Their Lives.
We hear a toilet flush down the corridor. Prime and Rachel's
cooing voices fill the flat as Senior enters the front room.
                         SENIOR
             Oh hey, how was the-
                   (registering the TV)
             Ah- Look at that. It must have-
                   (turning it off)
             Okay, you got me. Hold on.
Senior starts fishing around in his pocket, pulling out a
few coins. He walks over to the 'R JAR' and drops them in.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             I know you're looking out for me, I
             just, I get sad sometimes and-
Marty, her back still to the room, is crying. Senior looks
over to Junior, he's frozen.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             Marty? Are you- is everything okay?
Marty spins, smashing the 'R JAR' on the floor. Senior jumps
back, totally confused. She faces him.
                         MARTY
             You promised me it had nothing to do

with your ex!

73.

                         SENIOR
             Woah. What?
                   (to Junior)
             What did you do?!
                         MARTY
             Who am I to you? What even are we?
                         SENIOR
             I'm- I'm sorry? I don't-
Senior gives a frantic, ignorant look to Junior. A long beat.
                         JUNIOR

I'm sorry Marty. I don't know what to-
A panting Marty breathes in deeply, pulling the tears back

in. She slowly turns to face him.
                         MARTY
             Why am I asking you? We're strangers.
             I need space to... You have to leave.
             Right now.
A beat. Omar casually enters the room, stops, smoothly turns
around and leaves.
She turns to Senior.
             Ditto.
MARTY (cont'd)

64 INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE MARTY'S FLAT - LATER 64

    The door slams. Junior is dazed. Senior looks at the box in
    his hands and sucks his teeth.
                             SENIOR
                 I knew it. I knew you'd pull a you,
                 you clone fuck.
    Senior turns to walk away. Junior scoffs.

JUNIOR
I didn't do any of this, Senior, I'm

                 just the one trying to get his life
                 back.
                             SENIOR
                 -It's pronounced John, bell-end, and
                 believe me I want to get my life back
                 even more than you do.

74.

                         JUNIOR
             By watching TV and winging about baby-
             soap? Bollocks. You've given up.
Senior wheels around, slamming the box down on the floor.
                         SENIOR
             I've tried EVERYTHING! But as long as
             you're around, I always end up on the
             wrong side of the fucking door.
                         JUNIOR
             There HAS to be a way.
                         SENIOR
             There IS. NO. WAY. Some of us have
             been here for years. One of us would
             have figured it out already. You get
             it?! Everything you do has already
             been done. Even this conversation.
Senior walks back for his box. Junior starts to follow.
                         JUNIOR
             Well then we're missing something. If
             we love each other, we make it work.
Senior slumps, his back to us, looking down at the box.
                         SENIOR
             Fuck... why'd you have to say that?
Senior slowly picks it up. Junior looks sullen.
                         JUNIOR
             It's all I've got left.
A beat. Senior slowly rises. Repeating the words to himself.

JUNIOR (cont'd) Please. I need your help. I know I

             can figure this out, I just...
                         SENIOR
                   (sighing)
             Helping you will never make sense.
             There's two of us and one of her.
             You're not ever going to be part of
             that equation.
                         JUNIOR
             So... we've never tried?
A long beat. Senior slowly turns around. The penny drops.

75.

                             SENIOR
                 I don't... think so.
    They scan each other up and down.
                             JUNIOR
                 So if we did... we'd be the first?
    Another beat. Senior starts shaking his head.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 No, think about it. Alone we get
                 nowhere, we know that for sure. But
                 together, we might have a chance at a
                 different outcome.
                             SENIOR
                 Only one of us gets our life back.
                             JUNIOR
                 We cross that bridge when we come to

it.

                 So you're fine with me screwing you
                 over at the end of all this.
                             JUNIOR
                 Let's focus on screwing over Prime
                 first.
    Senior lets off a little smirk. Junior slowly steps forward.
                             SENIOR
                 So- how do we do that?
    Junior puts out his hand to shake. Senior looks cautiously at
    it, noticing the watch on Junior's wrist, he takes his hand.

MATCH CUT TO:

65 INT. BEST ONES! CORNER-SHOP - NEXT DAY 65

    Senior slams Junior's hand down on the counter. Avo leans
    in, twisting Junior's arm to look at his watch.
                             AVO
                 I'll give you 350.
    We see a plinth of 'authentic' cloned watches among other
    assorted John-centric merchandise and 'Mind The Gap' hoodies.
    Junior twists his wrist out of Avo's grip.
      SENIOR
(a beat)

76.

         JUNIOR
    (to Senior)
What are you doing!?
         SENIOR
    (to Avo)
Come on! This was a
Christmas present!
                             AVO
                 They all are. Supply and demand my
                 friend. More watches, lower prices.
                             JUNIOR
                 I'm not selling Mr Laurence's prolex.
                             SENIOR
                 -See, look how you've upset him! We're
                 like a son to him.
                             AVO
                 Do you want the cash or not?
    Senior grabs a hat off a rack.
                             SENIOR
                 Fine, but throw in some tat.
                             AVO
                 Deal. You want real money? I'll take
                 that box you've got. That's a BIG
                 collector's item, get you six times
                 the price.
    Senior shakes his head. No way. Avo sucks his teeth, shrugs
    and starts counting out cash, prompting Junior with a nod.
    Junior begrudgingly unfastens the watch.

66 EXT. BEST ONES! CORNER SHOP - SHORTLY AFTER 66

Senior exits the store, re-counting the cash himself. Junior slinks out afterwards wearing a bright orange 'Prime of our Lives' beanie, touching the skin where his watch was.

                             JUNIOR
                 How are we broke when we're a whole
                 economy now?
    Senior stuffs the cash into his pocket.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 Hey- that was MY watch you just sold.
                             SENIOR
                 So now we're even. This is your fault.

77.

                             JUNIOR
                 You bell-end. Blaming ourselves gets

us nowhere.

He pulls a 'Prime of our Lives' branded notepad out the bag and starts scribbling.

                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 We're partners now.
    He turns the notepad. He's written a heading 'THINK
    DIFFERENT', with a subheading 'NEW IDEAS'.
                             SENIOR
                 I don't like how that sounds.
                             JUNIOR
                 I don't like it either. That's why
                 it'll work.
                       (a beat)
                 You were right, by the way.
                             SENIOR
                 About what?
                             JUNIOR
                 We needed cash. I trust you to keep
                 hold of it.
    Senior's emotions run from suspicious to a little touched.
                             SENIOR
                 Well... thanks.
    A long beat as they stare at each other.
                             JUNIOR
                 Your turn, partner.

Junior looks at the box in Senior's arms. Senior notices. He sighs. A long beat. He slowly offers his box to Junior. Junior's emotions run from suspicious to a little touched. He takes their box.

67 INT. SUPERDRUG - MAKEUP AISLE - LATER 67 Senior is scanning the shelves as Junior follows.

                             JUNIOR
                 What are we looking for?

78.

                         SENIOR
             Either Piano Key or True Beige,
             ideally. To cover the tattoo.

JUNIOR (putting it together)

             Because Prime's the only one without
             one... That's clever...
                         SENIOR
             Tough skin-tone to match, though.
                         JUNIOR
             I think its a nice skin tone.
Senior looks up at Junior. He nods and admires his hand.
                         SENIOR
             Yeah. I suppose it is.
Junior is writing something in the book.
68  EXT. OUTSIDE
            SENIOR (cont'd)
What are you doing?
            JUNIOR
Making a list of compliments. For
reference. We need to stay positive.
            SENIOR
That's clever...
            JUNIOR
I'll add that after kind eyes.

PRIME MANOR - LATER 68

We reveal Senior and Junior between the bars of the fence.
Junior is still scribbling away.

JUNIOR

Reasonably jacked. You recycle. Good with money. Not cheap, but-

SENIOR
No definitely- I'd say you're generous.

                         JUNIOR
             I've already got how good you are at
             Secret Santa.
Senior looks out ahead of him. In the distance he sees a
fresh John running up the lawn.

79.

                             SENIOR
                 The whole left side is a no go.
                             JUNIOR
                 I went left.
                             SENIOR
                 Classic mistake. Gotta go right.
                             JUNIOR
                 Nobody's ever gone right?
                             SENIOR
                 Well, John I met once, massive twat-

(catches himself)
Bit of a twat, but he did. Reached that window over there.

                             JUNIOR
                 Not viable then. This needs to be
                 new. Something out of the box.
    The distant John is netted. We hear the crowd whooping.
                             RACHEL (O.S.)
                 What's in the box, John?

MATCH CUT TO:

69 INT. HOTEL ROOM - HEATHROW AIRPORT TRAVELODGE - LATER 69

On a wall mounted TV we can see the exterior of Prime Manor accompanied by a cheesy musical sting. It's an episode of 'Prime of our Lives'. We cut to inside the lavish home where Rachel is confronting Prime, holding a cardboard box.

                             RACHEL
                 Seriously Shmoo, you're being well
                 weird. What's with the box?
                             PRIME
                 Uh... nothing, don't worry about it!
    We cut to a shot of a small dog in the box: the 'PUPPY-CAM'.
                             PRIME (O.S.)
                 So, I finally did it- meet Mr Chips!-
    We cut to a to-camera 'confessional' with Prime.

80.

                             PRIME
                 -he's the latest member of our home,
                 but I want him to be a surprise for
                 Rach on our anniversary!
    We cut to a similar 'confessional' with Rachel.
                             RACHEL
                 I don't like the way John's acting.
                       (a quick zoom)
                 I have to find out what's in that box.

Back in the room, Junior and Senior are sitting opposite each other on a bed. Drawings and plans surround them. Senior is crossing off ideas like 'Clone Rachel' and 'Time Crystal?' in the notebook. Junior is applying concealer over his tattoo, looking at the TV.

                             JUNIOR
                 That's exactly how I pictured it.
                       (turning to Senior)
                 Oh! What about being gardeners? She
                 must need gardeners there right?
    Senior spots a bit of concealer on Junior's eyebrow. He
    casually licks his thumb and rubs it off.
                             SENIOR
                 Nah already been done- stay still
                 mate- Hmm. Gotta out-think ourselves.
                 Garden. Flowers. Dirt. Digging.
                 Dogging. Dog.
                             JUNIOR
                 Wait! Go back.

SENIOR

Dogging?

70 INT. COLEMAN'S TUNNELLING AND EXCAVATION - LATER 70 Senior and Junior sit across from COLEMAN, a sales agent.

                             COLEMAN
                 Well, we'd had a survey done since
                 the last time one of you lot came in.
                 It's a fairly easy bore, just the
                 quarter-mill deposit, and of course
                 permission from the council and the
                 residents. Get that, we dig boys.
    They say nothing a while. Senior eventually clears his
    throat and leans forward.

81.

                             SENIOR
                 And... what would you say the complete
                 opposite of your job is?
  1. 71  INT. UP AND AWAY SKYDIVING SCHOOL - AIRFIELD - NEXT DAY 71 Senior and Junior sit opposite a SKYDIVING INSTRUCTOR.

                                 SKYDIVING INSTRUCTOR
                     I'll say what I said to the last one
                     of you clonies who came in and asked
    
                     about 'accidentally' landing on
                     private property. Move on or I'm
                     calling the police.
    
        INSERT: 'Halo Jump' is being crossed off the list.
    
                                 SENIOR (O.C)
                     Cheer up, it felt like a good idea.
    
  2. 72  EXT. BUS STOP NEAR AIRFIELD - LATER 72

        They're both sharing a vape. Rachel smiles at them from the
        bus-stop ad of her signature fragrance "MULTIPLY by Rachel".
        Junior is looking sadly at the list of crossed out plans.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     Well that says it all then doesn't it?
    
                           (catches himself)
                     Sorry, it's just- to think we'd
                     already been there, it's...
    
        Junior looks over to the poster. Senior notices.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     You're thinking like yourself again. We
    
                     can do better than that, come on.
                     Getting back is about forward momentum.
                     I wasn't sure at first but we just
                     gotta keep...
    
        Senior looks as if he's just had an idea.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     What? Got something?
    
                                 SENIOR
                     Lists! We're good at lists. Let me
    
                     pop it in the positivity bracket
                     before we forget!
    

82.

    Junior deflates a little as Senior takes the notebook and
    proudly scribbles it down. Junior looks up to the bus ad.
                             RACHEL (O.S.)
                 So is this the best anniversary ever?
  1. 73  INT. PRIME MANOR - LATER 73

        Rachel and Prime are lit by candle light. They lie on either
        end of a sofa, legs draped over each other, drinking wine.
        He's rubbing her feet. It's so perfect.
    
                                 PRIME
                     Spain 2013 was a big one.
    
                                 RACHEL
                           (remembers, laughing)
    
                     That class at the resort. What was
                     it? Thai massage? Or Swedish?
    
        Prime also laughs, reaching for something beside the sofa.
    

    PRIME
    (thick Swedish accent)

                     It's reflexology. NOT MASSAGE!
    
                                 RACHEL
                     Oh YEAH! Why was he so angry!?
    
                                 PRIME
                     'Cause he didn't have you.
    
        He lifts up a cardboard box, smiling as he opens it to
        reveal a puppy with a collar tag reading 'Mr Chips'.
    

    MATCH CUT TO:

  2. 74  INT. HOTEL ROOM - HEATHROW AIRPORT TRAVELODGE - NIGHT 74

        Rachel screams in delight from the TV. Senior is asleep in
        bed. Junior sits on the floor, back against the foot of the
        bed, lit by the show's light. It's perfect. He looks numb.
    
        Beside him sits the box. He reaches inside, pulling out
        Rachel's incompatible charger. His face contorts.
    
        INSERT: PROLOGUE SHOT OF RACHEL SLEEPING. SHE OPENS HER EYES.
    

83.

75 EXT. PRIME MANOR - LATE NIGHT 75

    It's raining. Junior stands in front of the gates, soaking
    wet. He's looking down at the destroyed notebook, ink washing
    away. Among the last legible scribblings is 'Go Right?'
                             NEW JOHN (O.S)
                 Hey... You... J-John?
    Junior turns to look, seeing a terrified NEW JOHN.
                             NEW JOHN
                 Are- are you also trying to get in?
    Junior looks back at the house, nodding. New John collects
    himself, taking a few breaths before asking:
                             NEW JOHN (cont'd)
                 Please. Help me. Will you please give
                 me a boost? I need a support to-
                             JUNIOR
                 You boost me, I pull you up. Okay?
    New John nods, planting his box and making a cradle with his
    hands. Junior is boosted up. He sits on the fence and offers
    New John a hand. New John looks concerned for his box.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 Come on! NOW! Let it go!
    New John takes Junior's hand, leaving the box. Junior pulls,
    helping New John as they both vault the fence and land
    inside the grounds. Junior points towards the left.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 Go left, I go right. Okay? That way.
                 Go left! GO LEFT! GO!
    New John gives a grateful nod and sprints left. Security
    lights burst to life as New John distracts the guards.
    Junior runs right, a clean route. He's close, closer than
    last time. He looks left to see New John getting 'netted'. A
    worthy sacrifice. He smiles. He's going to make it.
    SLAM. A guard tackles him hard and he hits the ground. The
    out of breath guard kneels himself up, straddling Junior.
                             GUARD
                 Haven't seen that manoeuvre in a
                 while. Almost had us there, Jonno.

84.

  1. 76  INT. POLICE STATION - TEMPORARY HOLDING CELL - LATER 76

        Junior sits in the cell. He looks over to New John, who is
        curled up against the other wall, where he was a week ago.
    
        The door opens revealing Marty, wet and exhausted.
    
  2. 77  INT. MARTY'S CAR - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 77 Marty drives. Junior is in the passenger seat.

                                 JUNIOR
                     Sorry for waking you up...
    
                                 MARTY
                           (flatly)
    
                     Where are you going?
        Junior thinks for a beat.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     I don't know.
    
        Marty sighs loudly.
    
  3. 78  INT. MARTY'S FLAT - LATER 78

        Marty opens the door and lets herself in. Junior follows
        behind as she throws her keys on the counter.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     Is there anything I can-
    
                                 MARTY
                     -John's room is still empty, or just
    
                     take the sofa. But you need to leave in
                     the morning, I've got work.
    
        Marty goes to leave when-
                                 JUNIOR
    

I'm just...

What?

MARTY

JUNIOR

I'm sorry about what... that other me
did, or didn't do or- I'm not sure,
but... I'm sorry.

85.

Marty looks at Junior and takes a long breath, sighing. She
reaches for a half bottle of spirit pushed to the back of
the kitchen counter and starts pouring herself a dram.
Junior slowly walks over, resting against the counter. Marty
looks at him. A beat. She flips over another glass for him
and takes her own over to the sofa. Slumping down.
Junior pours his own and joins her. There is a kerfuffle of
movement as they adjust their positions so that they're
sitting at a comfortable distance from each other. They sit
in silence, listening to a clock tick.
                         MARTY
             It's funny, I slept better when I
             knew you were here. It takes time to
             get used to the quiet.
                         JUNIOR
             Yeah. I can imagine. A lot more
             bullshit here with me around.
                         MARTY
             It wasn't all bullshit.
Marty sits and thinks for a beat as they both sip.
                         JUNIOR
                   (looking at drink)
             This is strong. Is it from back home?
Marty 'hmms'. Quietly amused by that. She takes another sip.
                         MARTY
             You know, I've never actually told
             you why I left. Why I came here.
                   (a beat)
             I was in love.
                         JUNIOR
             Oh. Okay...
Marty nods and takes a sip.
                         MARTY
             But it got messy and by the time it

was over I wasn't myself any more. I needed to get away. At first it felt like I'd made a huge mistake. That I was lost and alone in a foreign country. But then after a few months, you moved in. And you needed help. And I wanted to help. That's me, I help people. And it felt good.

(MORE)

86.

                         MARTY (cont'd)
             I got to be part of all of you, part
             of something bigger than my own
             little... sadness. You made me feel
             like myself again. Like I was back
             home.
Junior nods, looking at his drink. He thinks he understands.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             And then you spend a lot of time with

someone and... Boom.
Junior takes a moment to find the words, it's not easy.

                         JUNIOR
             I'm sorry, if I'm being honest and- I
             don't want to speak for all of us
             but... Marty I don't think it's ever
             going to work betwee-
                         MARTY
                   (cutting him off)
             No no no -I know. You can't be my
             home any more John. And if it's all
             the same, I think I'd prefer Martina
             from now on if that's okay.
                         JUNIOR
             Okay Martina.
                         MARTY
             Martina, she just needs to- hear her
             own words, you know? Take her own
             advice. Get better at being with
             herself when it's quiet-
Her phone starts to ring, cutting her flow. She answers.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             Hello? Uh-huh. That's me.
She stands up. We hear a muffled but authoritative voice.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             I understand... thank you. Yes I will.
She takes the phone off her ear, looking at Junior.
                         MARTY (cont'd)
             I have work tomorrow. I need sleep.
                         JUNIOR
             I understand.

87.

                             MARTY
                 Good. Pick yourself up, John.
  1. 79  INT. POLICE STATION - TEMPORARY HOLDING CELL - LATER 79

        The door clicks open and Junior enters to see Senior, sat on
        a bench looking devastated.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     You went right?
    
        Senior lets off a despairing chuckle.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     I woke up and you weren't there and I
    
                     knew exactly why and I- went for it.
                           (getting emotional)
    
                     And I can't get back.
        Junior bends down, looking at him in the eyes.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     Neither can I.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     Then what the hell do we do now?
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     We look after each other. Pick each
    
                     other up.
        Senior shakes his head, unconvinced.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     What if we can't...
    
        Junior fishes into his pocket and pulls out the business
        card he received from Kosh.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     We literally just can.
    
  2. 80  INT. KOSH'S PLACE - LATER 80

        We are watching a fighting game on a giant TV in Kosh's now
        considerably better decorated party pad. We hear knocking.
    
                                 KOSH
                     Pizza Hut's here.
    
        He bounces out of a big comfy chair and dad-jogs to the door.
    

88.

                         KOSH (cont'd)
                   (To someone else)
             Oi! Pause it. No cheating.
We reveal Client John sat in the other chair.
                         CLIENT JOHN
             I'm not, I'm not. It's paused.
Kosh opens the door, revealing Senior and Junior.
                         JUNIOR

Hey Kosh.

                         KOSH
             Oh. Alright John. Other John?
Kosh re-positions himself, blocking the door.
                         JUNIOR
             I know this is a bit sudden, but-
                         KOSH
             I'm already with a client guys, you
             know how crazy my schedule is.
         JUNIOR
Yeah I understand, but-
         KOSH
You need to book through the
website like every other-
                         JUNIOR
             For sure, but... If I could just-
He pushes past Kosh and into the house.

KOSH JUNIOR
Woah woah woah, trespassing! I'm sorry mate, I don't mean

                               to be a hassle.
Junior spots Client John by the TV, observing the commotion.
                         JUNIOR (cont'd)

Hey John.

                         KOSH
             I'm so sorry about this.
                   (to Junior)
             Bad form, bruv. You've got to go.
Junior notices the half empty bottle of tequila on the side-
table, ignoring Kosh's protest.

89.

                         JUNIOR
             Listen, John. If things with you are
             tough, I'm sorry. You try hard and
             you do your best and- you're good.
             Okay? And knowing you, which- I think
             I do, I'd say you don't hear that
             from yourself enough.
Silence. Client John looks puzzled, but he's listening.
                         SENIOR (O.C.)
             Unique skin tone.
                         JUNIOR
             Yeah... that too. Thank you, mate.

(back to Client John)
Anyway. I think we both really need some me time- If only for the afternoon. You reckon we could all do each other a solid here?

Kosh and Client John share a look. Kosh turns to Junior.
                         KOSH
             That isn't how this goes down, man.
                         JUNIOR
             I can pay. This isn't about-
                   (To Client John)
             I'll cover your share too.
Client John seems genuinely surprised by this.
                         CLIENT JOHN
             You'd do that for me?
                         JUNIOR
             Yeah. I've got you, John.
Client John looks back to Kosh and seems okay with it.
                         KOSH
             You sure about this?
Client John shrugs a drunken, 'why not'.
                         KOSH (cont'd)
             Wow. Okay. I guess I'll go find the
             other controllers.
Senior enters the room, walking over to Junior.
                         SENIOR
             This is, uh- I don't know quite what to-

90.

    Wincing, Senior offers a hug. Junior puts his hands up.
                             JUNIOR
                 Yeah, that's black-belt stuff. Let's
                 work up to that.
                             SENIOR
                 How are we going to afford this?
                             JUNIOR
                 Don't worry about it. Just... play

nice, okay?

    Senior takes a seat beside Client John. They nod at each
    other. Kosh walks Junior to the door.

81 EXT. KOSH'S PLACE - CONTINUOUS 81 Junior steps out onto the drive.

                             KOSH
                 It's a double session today, so it'll
                 be triple that.
                             JUNIOR
                 Right. So, sextuple the price.
                             KOSH
                 The fuck you think we get up to here!?
                             JUNIOR
                 Six lots of money I mean.
                             KOSH
                 Oh... yeah, well, you offered. I am
                 running a business here.
                             JUNIOR
                 Of course. I- just need to, you know,
                 empty the old shoebox.
    Kosh nods, he puts a hand on Junior's shoulder-
                             KOSH
                 This was... different.
    -And shuts the door.
    Junior opens his wallet, it's nearly empty. As he walks away
    we hear 'Back for Good' being played on a piano.

91.

  1. 82  EXT. SHOPPING CENTRE - LATER 82

        Tourists throw coins in front of Busking John. Junior walks
        past, stops, turns around and throws him a coin.
    
  2. 83  INT. HOTEL ROOM - LATER 83

    The sound of piano continues as Junior delicately packs up their Fïssn box, taking a moment to lovingly handle Rachel's charger before placing it inside and closing the top. He takes a deep breath.

  3. 84  INT. BEST ONES! CORNER-SHOP - LATER 84 Junior slams the box on the counter. Avo looks up, surprised.

    JUNIOR

    Cash.

  4. 85  INT. KOSH'S PLACE - MEANWHILE 85

        On the TV we are watching two of the same fighting game
        characters perfectly block each other's attacks. Senior and
        Client John are playing.
    

    After a long moment The game times out. 'REMATCH?'.

        Client John pours another sloppy drink and lights a
        cigarette. He doesn't offer either to Senior. They sit in
        silence as the game loads and share an awkward smile.
    

    CLIENT JOHN So you just move in?

                                 SENIOR
                     No, I'm... I've been here a while.
    
        Senior rubs the '505' tattoo on the back of his hand.
    
                                 CLIENT JOHN
                     Right. How's that been?
    
                                 SENIOR
                     Yeah. You know...
    
        Client John nods. 'FIGHT'. The endless blocking continues.
                                 SENIOR (cont'd)
    

    How long since you arrived? Client John doesn't respond.

92.

                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             That long eh? A veteran.
Another beat. The fighters stand idly. Senior opens his
mouth to say something a few times before-
                         CLIENT JOHN
             I know the question you're trying to ask.
Client John slowly turns to Senior, taking a drag from the
cig as he shakes his head.
                         CLIENT JOHN (cont'd)
             And you know what I'm going to say.
             Because it's all been said before...
                         SENIOR
             Yeah. But if we love each other we
             can still make it...
The words seem to hurt them both.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
             I'm sorry I'm supposed to be thinking
             differently, this isn't what we-
                         CLIENT JOHN
             -No exactly. Differently. We need to-
             okay, hive mind. Great idea.
                   (clears the table)
             Just imagine for a second you get back,
             right? I dunno. Parachute or something
             stupid like that. But it works. You boot
             Prime. Move in. Welcome home. Yeah?
Senior nods but isn't quite following. Something seems
unusual about this John's energy.
                         CLIENT JOHN (cont'd)
             Cool. So. What if going home was the
             easy bit? What if you find out that on
             the other side of that door, everything
             both of you do: the house, the dog...
             kids? It never moves you back to where
             you want to be. You're just...

(a beat)
You're John Prime now, right? What does he do? What would you do?

Client John looks over to Senior, honestly looking for an
answer. Senior is just staring at Client John's hand.
                         SENIOR
             What's your makeup brand? It's flawless.

93.

A jittery Client John covers his right hand with the other.
                         CLIENT JOHN
             Uh. I forget?

Senior looks at Client John's other hand.
He's wearing a wedding ring. Client John is John Prime.

John Prime suddenly looks scared. It's very quiet. Thinking
fast, Senior makes a retching sound.
                         PRIME
             What the-?
Senior faux retches again, keeping eye contact with Prime.
                         PRIME (cont'd)
             What are you doin-
John Prime involuntarily heaves, covering his mouth.
He bolts to his feet and makes for the bathroom as Senior's
retching continues. He flings open the door, revealing Kosh
on the toilet playing a game on his phone. Having to
redirect himself, Prime throws up in the sink.
                         KOSH
             Eurgh mate that's rough! Use the
             kitchen sink you wreck-head!
As Kosh hastily stands and pulls his trousers up, Senior
makes it to the bathroom door and slams it shut. He grabs a
chair and lodges it under the door handle, effectively
locking the door.
         KOSH (O.S.)
John what the fuck bruv!?
Open the door right now!
         SENIOR
Sorry K. Thank you for
having me over, and over
again. You're a legend.
    Senior runs back towards the TV and grabs Prime's jacket off
    the back of the seat, putting it on. We hear Prime loudly
    kicking and shouting from behind the bathroom door.
    Senior finds shades in the lapel pocket and puts them on. In
    the hallway mirror he sees 'Prime' looking back at him.

86 EXT. KOSH'S PLACE - CONTINUOUS 86 Senior walks out on to the street, looking around.

94.

    Suddenly the driver's side door of a black town-car opens
    and a very large chauffeur steps out. He slowly walks around
    the vehicle and opens the passenger door, nodding at Senior.
    Senior conceals his hands behind his back and enters.
                             SENIOR
                 Take me back home.
  1. 87  INT. PRIME'S TOWN-CAR - CONTINUOUS 87

        As the car pulls away, Senior looks out of the tinted
        windows. He spots Junior walking up to Kosh's place. He's
        counting cash in an envelope.
    
        Senior registers a pang of guilt as the car pulls away.
    
  2. 88  EXT. KOSH'S PLACE - CONTINUOUS 88 Junior walks up and rings the bell. Nothing. He knocks.

    JUNIOR

    Guys?

  3. 89  INT. PRIME'S TOWN-CAR - CONTINUOUS 89

        Senior is looking down at his hand. He applies more makeup.
    
        He looks up to the rear-view mirror. The driver seems to be
        watching, but eventually looks back to the road.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     Thank you. That'll be all.
    
        The divide slowly rolls up. Senior finally settles.
    
        He notices the platter to his right. Mineral water, diet
        cokes, beauty products. He spots 'MULTIPLY', the fragrance
        by Rachel.
    
        He sprays it into the air, smells it and smiles.
    
                                 SENIOR (cont'd)
                           (rehearsing)
    
                     Rachel. Your signature fragrance is
                     so... you.
    
                           (clears throat)
                     Shmoo. Hey. How... have you been? It
                     feels like it's been ages since we-
    
                           (unsure, inhaling)
                     Yes AND It's me. Your John. I'm back.
    

95.

    BANG. SMACK. Senior looks up. Camera flashes go off as hands
    slap against the tinted windows.
    We have arrived at Prime Manor. Perhaps this wasn't actually a
    great idea. Freaking out, he tries to collect himself as the
    car pulls up the drive and parks outside the front door.
    Senior steps out to a chorus of boos and yells from the
    crowd. He waves his best pope-wave, forcing a toothy smile.
  1. 90  INT. PRIME MANOR FOYER - CONTINUOUS 90

        Crew members from the reality show seem to be packing up for
        the day. There are stands and lighting rigs everywhere. This
        doesn't feel like a home. This feels like a set.
    
        A PA walks up and hands Senior some pages.
    
                                 PA
                     Oh- you're back early. Call tomorrow
    
                     is 7. The animal wrangler won't arrive
                     till 12 so we're gonna have to riff
                     without the dog. Jeff has cobbled
                     together some material for you both.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     Uh-huh. Do you know where Rachel is?
    
                                 PA
                     Her suite. I assume?
    

    SENIOR
    Her suite. Yes. Thank you.

        The PA walks away. Senior looks up at the grand staircase.
        Climbing to the top, he heads down a corridor and onto-
    
  2. 91  INT. PRIME MANOR - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 91

        Senior acts naturally as he slips out of view of the crew
        and begins to tread softly down the corridor. Walking past a
        shelf of National Television Awards he notices a door at the
        end, slightly ajar. He peers in to see Rachel, sitting at
        her dressing table. Senior takes a long, deep breath.
    
                                 SENIOR
                           (To himself)
    
                     It's Primetime,
                           (Walking in)
    
                     Honey, I'm ho-
    

96.

97.
92 INT. RACHEL'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 92

Senior walks in, tripping over the old Fïssn shoe-rack placed by the door. Rachel looks up at him in the reflection of her table mirror.

                             RACHEL
                 What's up?

SENIOR

                 Hey...
    She continues to busy herself at her dresser.
                             RACHEL
                 I thought you were staying at Kosh's.
                             SENIOR
                 He uh... had another client.

RACHEL (politely indifferent)

                 Oh well, sorry to hear that. See you
                 in the morning- you got Jeff's pages
                 for tomorrow?
    Senior looks down at his pages the PA gave him.
                             SENIOR
                 I- I've missed us Rach. So much. It's
                 been so long.
    Rachel looks at her pages confused.
                             RACHEL
                 That... can't be in the script, is it?
                             SENIOR
                 No- I mean- I'm back, Shmoo. I'm home.
    Rachel's face drops and she turns back around.
                             RACHEL
                 Don't Shmoo me off-camera. We're not
                 working just because Kosh can't manage
                 his schedule.
                             SENIOR
                 No I want us to work all the time,
                 just like we used to. Whatever he's
                 done to mess that up-
    He walks forward, starting to wipe the makeup off his hand,
    partly revealing the 505 tattoo beneath it.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
                   (Weak singing)
             Whatever he's said, whatever he did,
             I didn't mean it. I just want you
             back for good.
                         RACHEL
                   (Dawning realisation)
             Oh... fucking hell.
Rachel starts reaching for her handbag on the dresser.
                         SENIOR
             We can figure it all out. You can call
             me Prime if you want. I'll be whoever
             we need me to be. I'm yours, your John,
             back for goo-
ZAP! Rachel fires a taser at Senior, who seizes up before
collapsing to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
                         RACHEL
             Jesus! I'm sorry John, I really don't
             want to hurt you but-

We hear commotion down the hall as Prime bounds into the room clasping a national television award as a weapon. He trips over the Fïssn. Junior and Kosh follow behind.

                         PRIME
             Rach, are you okay?

RACHEL
The fuck is going on now?!

Junior takes in the commotion, crouching down to tend to
Senior. He's still twitching a little from the shock.
Prime reaches Rachel, checking on her. She pushes him away.
                         RACHEL (cont'd)
             Just- space-
                   (noticing Kosh)
             Kosh. Hi.
She subtly pulls Prime back in, keeping up appearances.
                         KOSH
             Hey Rach. I'm uh- here to collect.
He kneels down and slaps Senior a few times to wake him up.
                         JUNIOR
             Careful man, he's just been-

98.

                         KOSH
             -He locked me in my own bog, you know
             I'm claustrophobic.
Junior's attention is now drawn to the hushed, serious
sounding conversation Prime and Rachel are currently having.
         RACHEL
-Well one of them is
definitely going to know
now. They're going to tell
everyone-
         PRIME
-It's us. We'll make it

work.

Junior slowly stands up, prompting Prime to lift up the
heavy-based television award.
                         PRIME (cont'd)
             Oi! Do not come closer. This is a
             national reality TV award and I'm not
             afraid to smack myself with it.
Junior puts his hands out, a gesture of peace.
                         JUNIOR
             It's only me, I'm just here to-
                         RACHEL
             -No it's okay. We already know why
             you're here. We're all here for the
             same reason so let's all- calm down.
                   (to Kosh)
             -Is he okay?
Kosh shrug-nods.
                         PRIME
             Okay. We're all okay. Okay?
Junior nods, unsure, then looks to Rachel. She looks like a
different person to him. Her eyes are tired and anxious.

JUNIOR

Hey you.

                         RACHEL
             Hey. There's no need to sing the
             song, it's all become a bit too
             complicated for that now. However you
             thought this was going to work out,
             you and I can't be that any more.
She looks over to Prime. Perhaps they've prepared for this.

99.

                         PRIME
             I know that's hard to hear. It was
             hard for me to hear. But... we made it.
             We worked something out so we could
             still be together.
                         RACHEL
             A way that you, me and all of us can
             stay part of the equation here.
                         JUNIOR
             I don't understand.
                         RACHEL
             I think you do. For us to work we
             need you to go back now John. So long
             as you're supporting the show, you're
             already home.
Prime puts his arm around Rachel and waggles the award.
                         RACHEL (cont'd)
             And we're a pretty great show, aren't

we?

                         PRIME
             An award winning show. That means

something.

                         RACHEL
             We're playing our parts in that. For
             each other. Now it's your turn.
                         PRIME
             No press. No one can know. Just go back.
                         RACHEL
             And we can stay ourselves forever.
Junior is silent. A sadness washes over him.
                         RACHEL (cont'd)
             None of this is ever going to be
             perfect. It's no easier in here than
             it is out there, but this is what we
             are. And this is the happiest we're
             ever going to be.
A long beat. They wait expectantly for an answer.
We hear a gurgle from Senior.

100.

                         JUNIOR
                   (bending down)
             Hey mate. You okay?
                         SENIOR

It's you...

                         JUNIOR
             Yeah. I'm here to pick you up. Come

on.

With all his strength Junior picks Senior up, taking his whole
weight. He turns to Rachel and Prime.
                         JUNIOR (cont'd)
             I'm sorry we busted in like this.
             You're right. It's time I leave.
Expecting more resistance, Rachel is thrown, unsure how she
feels about that.
                         RACHEL
             Oh- Thank you...
                         JUNIOR
             I can‘t be a part of this. I don’t
             make sense here any more. Neither of
             us do.
This was the last thing she was expecting to hear. Junior
starts to turn away, supporting Senior's weight.
                         JUNIOR (cont'd)
             I want you to be happy, Rach. I
             really do. I hope you guys can figure
             that out. I just know I can't.
                         RACHEL
             Wait- John-
A Tazer-drunk Senior is coming-to, he reaches out for her.
                         SENIOR
             Shmoo... wait-
The room watches with baited breath as Junior pauses. He
looks at Senior and dutifully turns back around.
                         SENIOR (cont'd)
Hey you.
Hey, uh- I'm sorry about the taser.

RACHEL

101.

                             SENIOR
                       (out of it)
                 No. No I'm sorry- I've still got your
                 charger. But- I forgot to bring it again.
                             RACHEL
                       (starting to cry)
                 It's okay. You brought it back
                 already.

SENIOR

                 That's-
                       (also crying)
                 I guess you don’t need me to come
                 back then.
    Rachel inhales sharply as we hear the opening notes of a now
    orchestral arrangement of 'Back for Good'.
    Junior gives her a comforting nod and leads Senior back out
    of the room. A confused Kosh gives an awkward last wave and
    a 'call-me' sign to Prime as he leaves.
    Rachel, still processing what she's just heard, sits at the
    dresser. Prime gently places the TV award back down.
    Alone in the room, they take a long look at each other.
  1. 93  INT. KOSH'S PLACE - NIGHT 93

        The trio are sitting on the sofa, engulfed in the TV. Kosh
        and Junior are mindlessly bashing buttons over the now
        familiar fighting game. Senior is starting to look scared.
    
                                 SENIOR
                     It's... going to be okay, right?
    
        Junior leans over and pats him on the knee, passing the
        controller for him to take over.
    
                                 JUNIOR
                     It's okay mate. We're all gonna be
    

    okay.

  2. 94  INT. KOSH'S PLACE - LATER THAT NIGHT 94

        Senior is passed out on the sofa. Junior stands above him,
        watching him sleep. Like before he turns off a lamp on the
        coffee table beside his head.
    

102.

95 INT. MARTY'S APARTMENT - DAY 95

    We hear the sound of sizzling, the odd clang of kitchenware
    as Marty, dressed for work, enters the living room. Junior,
    his back to her, is at the kitchen counter making crepes.
    Marty opens her mouth to speak a couple times before-
                             MARTY
                 Um... John? I don't thi-
    She's interrupted as Omar pushes past her and grabs a plate.
                             OMAR
                 Cheers babe.
                             JUNIOR
                 Anytime, legend.
    Junior smoothly slides a crepe onto the plate and Omar joins
    his boyfriend CHRIS on the sofa, also eating a crepe.
                             CHRIS
                 Morning Tina.

MARTY

                 Morning.
    She cautiously steps forward as Junior flips the crepe.
                             MARTY (cont'd)
                 I don't think this is a good idea.

We're not-

                             JUNIOR
                 Oh I know, but I wanted a last chance
                 to say thank you and this-
                       (gestures at crepe)
                 Is the best way I know how.

MARTY
That's nice, but- Jesus I don't even

                 know which you you are.
    He turns around and serves a crepe, taking off the apron.
                             JUNIOR
                 I'm still figuring that out myself.
    He starts moving towards the front door.
                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 But I really like that I've got friends
                 on this side of the door.
                             (MORE)

103.

                             JUNIOR (cont'd)
                 And if it's ever possible that you can
                 be my friend too, you know where to find
                 me Martina.
    He opens the door, and walks through it, closing it behind him.
    She looks down at the crepe. We hear a smash as Omar drops his
    plate in the background, watching TV.
                             KOSH (O.S.)
                 MATE YOU TOTAL LEGENDS!
  1. 96  INT. KOSH'S PLACE - MEANWHILE 96

        Senior bursts up from a deep sleep to find Kosh rushing out
        of the bathroom, looking at his phone.
    
                                 KOSH
                     TURN IT ON! TURN ON THE TELLY!!
    
        Senior reaches for the remote, turning on the TV. We hear it
        as Kosh slowly sits down next to him.
    
                                 RACHEL (O.C)
                     It's exhausting trying to make sense
    
                     of it. The longer the production went
                     on the harder it got to- we just
                     don't want to stay stuck living in
                     the past any more, that's all.
    
  2. 97  INT. TV STUDIO - THE MORNING SHOW - DAY 97

        Prime and Rachel are sitting side by side, holding hands on
        a sofa. An interviewer is nodding. On a monitor the chyron
        reads 'BREAKING: RACHEL & JOHN TO END RELATIONSHIP'.
    
                                 RACHEL
                     All that energy spent making it work,
    
                     it's going in a new direction. New
                     people, new experiences, new
                     opportunities, it's really an open
                     field for us now. And we can't wait.
    
        Rachel nods and smiles at Prime.
    
  3. 98  INT. OFFICE - MEANWHILE 98

        Johns slowly rise from their cubicles to watch the wall-
        mounted TVs. It feels like a disaster movie.
    

104.

                              PRIME
                  So in answer to your question. No,
                  the show will not be renewed for
                  another season.
     A horrified John drops his coffee in slow motion.
  1. 99  EXT. LONDON (VARIOUS) - MEANWHILE 99

         Other Johns are watching the news. Avo watches in his corner
         shop. Lee watches in the immigration centre, tattooing a
         fresh, utterly devastated John. QVC John is crying, still
         trying to sell knives.
    
         As the orchestral version of 'Back for Good' crescendos into
         its explosively cheesy chorus, we see Johns by the hundreds,
         thousands even, packing the streets.
    
         They. Are. Wasted. Pounding pints and freaking out,
         fighting, crying, tossing phone chargers and folding boxes.
         Kosh is deep in the crowd, doing what he does best.
    

    We see helicopter news footage of what's being dubbed 'The Biggest Breakup In History' and 'ArmageddJOHN'. World leaders offer their subtitled condolences to John and Rachel during this difficult time.

         A hungover morning after, Johns are picking up the pieces.
         Outside 'Rachel's Pub' the windows are boarded up as
         decorators and builders filter in and out. A new sign is
         being winched up. It reads: Kosh's Place. A large A-board is
         placed outside reading: 'DATE-A-JOHN: SLOTS AVAILABLE'
    
  2. 100  INT. KOSH'S PLACE - FORMERLY A PIZZA HUT - DAY 100

         A woman slides her number across one of many tables, each
         with a John and a different potential date. A hand picks up
         the piece of paper. It's Moustache John. He smiles, goofily.
    
  3. 101  INT. MARTY'S APARTMENT - EVENING 101

         Chris and Omar are sitting on the sofa, leaning against each
         other. They're watching a dating show with John Prime.
    
                                  PRIME
                      I'm John Prime, and I'm looking for love.
    
                            (puts on shades)
                      Will you be my ValenPRIME?
    
         Chris isn't into this. He changes channel to Rachel's new
         travel docu-series. She's eagerly exploring an exotic market.
    

105.

  1. 102  INT. NEW MALDEN BOWLING LANES - NIGHT 102

         A bowling ball careens into the pins. Strike. Marty spins
         around, delighted. In the seats sit Junior, Senior, Chris,
         Omar and Window-Washer John, whooping and clapping.
    
         Marty takes her seat, exchanging finger guns with Junior.
         It's his turn. Senior and him talk strategy. Junior steps
         up, breathes deeply and... Gutter ball.
    
         Senior and Window-Washer John celebrate jubilantly as if
         he'd just bowled a strike. Marty cackles, looking up at the
         scoreboard as Omar hands her a beer.
    
         The scoreboard shows three Johns with the same score. zero.
    
  2. 103  INT. PROCESSING AND DEPARTURE AREA - IMMIGRATION CENTER - DAY 103

         Junior examines his messed-up tattoo. He is sitting in the
         same seat he was when he first arrived. On the table in
         front of him are pamphlets and a magazine. The cover is a
         first peek spread of the new season of Rachel's travel show
         'BIG SPACES with RACHEL'. "I WANT TO SEE THE WORLD". Junior
         smiles. He gets it, good for her.
    
                                  PA SYSTEM (O.S.)
                      ALL PERSONNEL, TAKE FIRST POSITIONS.
    
         He takes a deep breath, and looks down the corridor.
    
  3. 104  INT. ARRIVALS ROOM - LATER 104

         The orientation video ends and a brand new, terrified John
         looks at the door as it clicks and swings open. Junior
         calmly takes his seat at the table. He unfolds a pamphlet.
    
                                  JUNIOR
                      Hey John. I'm not going to sugarcoat it
    
                      for you. This isn't going to be easy.
                      But everything's going to be okay. I'm
                      here to help you figure that out.
    
         Junior takes a Hobnob from the plate, biting into it.
    
                                  JUNIOR (cont'd)
                      You can scream now.
    
         The John lets out a familiar, blood curdling scream.
         THE END.
    

    FADE OUT

106.