Sovereign of Rock (Pilot)

Story by Nikolay Wilen

Teleplay by Nikolay Wilen

Our story begins on Herb’s 58th birthday in May of the year 2024. Herb is a healthy, average looking,
middle-aged man who stands at 5’6″ tall and often wears a baseball cap. He resides in a rural area of upstate New York with his wife of 10 years, Lilly, and their two dogs. Most evenings, Herb and his wife find themselves at odds, engaging in arguments over their TV show preferences.

During the day, Herb manages his own part-time plumbing business, while his wife runs her own part-time house cleaning business. Their lives follow a predictable routine, which often leaves Herb feeling frustrated when he reflects on his vibrant past.

Herb occasionally suffers from anxiety due to his financial hardships and struggling marriage, which results in a somewhat neurotic disposition within his own mind, and often has conversations with himself when no one else can hear him. Despite these challenges, Herb is highly intelligent and well-liked by everyone he meets and knows.

FADE IN: BEATLES SONG (YESTERDAY?).

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EXT: SPRINGTIME AT NIGHT, A LARGE FIRE PIT WITH A FIRE SLOWLY GOING OUT.

Herb says good night and bids farewell to Tom and Nina as they sit in their car, about to depart. As the car pulls away, Herb informs Lilly that he is going to bed, gives her a kiss, and proceeds to walk into the small house situated on twenty country acres. He ascends the stairs to his bedroom, undresses completely, climbs into bed, and eventually drifts off to sleep.

FADE OUT: MUSIC

FADE IN: MUSIC

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INT. DARK HOTEL ROOM 1957 – MORNING (HERE COMES THE SUN)
In an opulent and dimly lit hotel suite, it’s quiet with faint sounds of a bustling city neighborhood off in the distant. The sun’s gentle rays wrestle to penetrate the thick black velvet curtains which conceal expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Within this luxurious space, an overhead view of a youthful and unclothed man luxuriates upon a grand king-sized bed, his form enveloped by a snug comforter and an assortment of plush
feather pillows.

As he stirs to wake from a deep sleep, In a sudden burst of panic, his eyes snap open and he swiftly propels himself into an upright position. With a bewildered expression, he stares at his own hands, which appear distorted and unreal.

Driven by confusion and urgency, he hastily navigates through an unfamiliar environment in search of the bathroom, desperately seeking solace in his own reflection. After stumbling upon the bathroom, he gazes into an antique mirror and promptly loses consciousness, collapsing onto the floor. Once he manages to gather himself and rise, he carefully avoids the mirror and retreats, casting incredulous glances around an unfamiliar room. Eventually, he settles on the edge of a disheveled bed, where he begins to engage in a process of introspective reasoning, vocalizing his thoughts aloud.

HERB: SPEAKING IN A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC MANNER.
“Where the hell am I!”
“Who the hell was that?!”
“That reflection was not me!”
“I feel ok (takes a deep breath) Maybe I’m having a lucid dream?”
“Maybe this is the out of body experience I’ve been trying to achieve through astral projection?”

With another look around the ancient ornate room.

“No way, this is definately real!”

INT: WINDOW:
After a minute he nervously walks over to the window. As he pulls back the heavy curtains, his gaze falls upon a cloudy, gray day. Peering down at the street from his window, he beholds a sight that both frightens and intrigues him. Vintage automobiles from the 1940s and 1950s line the street, yesteryear storefronts, accompanied by women adorned in fashion styles that seem out of sync with the present. Overwhelmed by a sense of awe, he remains spellbound for a few minutes, only to grasp the realization that he has been
inexplicably thrust into the past somehow.

INT: 1957 LUXURY HOTEL SUITE
Herb looks around the room for anything that might give him some answers as to what could be happening to him. The room was clean and void of any clothes or luggage when he spots a closet and immediately walks over and slides open the door. With a sigh of relief he discovers a fancy pin striped suit and a slightly
battered briefcase directly beneath.

INT: 1957 LUXURY HOTEL SUITE/DESK
Hastily grabbing the briefcase from the closet, he takes it over to the elegantly dark stained, wood-carved desk and opens it. The first thing he notices are stacks of cash.

HERB: FEELING SURPRISED AND RELIEVED.
“Holy shit!”

He starts pulling the stacks out one by one and placing them on the desk next to the case. Underneath the cash, small piles of real estate and bank documents come into view. While skimming through the documents, he notices that all of them are addressed to a recipient named ‘Jacob N. Fantastic’.

HERB: FEELING DETERMINED.
“Jacob Fantastic?” “Is it possible my reflection in the mirror IS Jacob Fantastic?”…
“Am I NOW Jacob Fantastic?” (pausing over his last statement)
“I need to find some ID, a passport… or something!”

Looking further into an almost empty briefcase, he picks up a worn, folded newspaper from a village in Switzerland. The headline reads: “FANTASTIC CAR CRASH KILLS TWO.

HERB: FEELING INTRIGUED AND CURIOUS.
“January 13th, 1957, shit, Am I in 1957?”
(reading aloud to himself) “A tragic car crash occurred in Verbier yesterday, resulting in the deaths of wealthy real estate mogul Alexander Fantastic and his wife Jacoba. They plunged to their deaths after driving off a cliff on highway 80. The unfortunate accident was further compounded by the fact that the car crashed into a manure factory, resulting in a particularly chaotic and messy situation.”

HERB: REASONING WITH HIMSELF.
“So, the couple in this article must be related to Jacob Fantastic somehow… his parents maybe?”
“Not a lot people with the last name Fantastic.”
“I wonder if they changed it on purpose?” “Weird.”
(a moment of pause finding his entire situation is weird)

Realizing that all the paperwork, aside from the cash, held no value without proper identification, Jake starts to panic. However, his panic subsided when he flipped open a small compartment and discovered a passport, a New York driver’s license, and a birth certificate. He looks surprised at the birth date on the drivers license.

HERB: CONFUSED AND RELIEVED, STUDYING THE DOCUMENTS.
“Ohhh, thank god!”
(something cathes his attention)
“The birthday on these are the same as mine!”
“Only difference is the year”…”1938”…
“that would make this guy”… “19 years old!”
“Thats if its still January, 1957?”
“Doesn’t feel like it though, feels more like
June or July outside… definately not January!”

Staring at the passport picture, he abruptly steps away from the desk and makes his way to the bathroom for a second inspection of his altered visage to carefully examine its resemblance to the image on the passport.

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INT: ORNATE BATHROOM.
Standing in front of the mirror, holding the passport up for comparison, it is clear that he is no longer Herbert Wilensky, and is now, Jacob N. Fantastic.

JACOB N. FANTASTIC:
A young man, aged 19, possesses stylish, short brown hair and captivating hazel eyes. Standing at height of 6’ with a well-defined, chiseled face, torso and a muscular physique, he exudes confidence and a noticeable physical presence.

JAKE: TALKING OUT LOUD IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR.
“Wow!… this is incredible!… I’m 19 again!?”
“I look amazing!… definitely taller than I was, and way better looking!”
“Look how tall I am?!”
“So, now I’m Jacob Fantastic, owner of an apartment in Manhattan, a chalet in Switzerland, farm in the Netherlands and close to thirty million in bank accounts”… “and an Astin Martin DB5!”…
“I’m set for life!”
“But how long is this gonna to last?”
“And where IS that Astin Martin?!”

While standing in front of the mirror, filled with excitement and disbelief, Jacob decides to take a shower, go out, and explore the neighborhood to see what’s around and take his mind off the current situation he’s in.

JAKE: SEARCHING HIS ROOM FOR UNDERWARE.
“I don’t get it, didn’t this guy wear underwear?”
“The suit fits, but no T-shirt, the shoes fit, but no socks?”
“Just shoes a dress shirt and a suit?”
“Maybe they’re under the bed?”

Jacob walks over to the bed and crouches down to look underneath. However, instead of finding any undergarments, he discovers two small, empty plastic bags and a metal syringe. He opens one of the bags.

JACOB FANTASTIC: CONCERNED, SNIFFING ONE OF THE BAGS.
“What is this?… Heroin?”

(looking around the room he pauses, questioning himself)

“Maybe this guy overdosed and somehow, maybe while I was in rem-sleep my conscious mind traveled back and took over this body?”
“We have the same birthday, and maybe, just as he died I fell asleep at the exact same time?”

(unsure of his theory and frustrated)

“God knows I’ve been obsessed with time travel in the past, now that’s its really happened I don’t get it.”
“Past, present and future all exist at once, thats what Einstein said.”

(thinks for a second then giggles to himself in disbelief)

“I still don’t get it.”

Back in the bathroom, Jacob carefully examines his body for track marks caused by heroin use and discovers three small pinpricks on the back of his leg, precisely opposite his knee.

JACOB FANTASTIC: RELIEVED, SOFTLY TALKING TO HIMSELF.
“Three dots, so it doesn’t look like he was doing it that long.”
“Damn, I’m pretty well hung, I think I’m gonna like being this Jacob character!”
“I think I’ll shorten my name to Jake, that sounds way cooler than Jaacobb!”

Jake gets dressed in his suit, takes a few bills from a stack of cash along with his passport, reorganizes the contents of his briefcase before closing it, and carefully slides it under the bed for safe keeping.

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INT: LOBBY OF THE ADELPHI HOTEL IN LIVERPOOL ENGLAND
In the hotel lobby, he finds himself in awe of the grandiosity and opulence that surrounds him, and he takes a brief pause to fully absorb and appreciate the immensity of it all. Noticing the desk clerk still on duty, Jake walks over to speak with him.

JAKE: CASUALl, TRYING TO FIT IN.
“Hello”.

HOTEL CLERK: TALL MAN ABOUT 50 YEARS OLD WEARING A CAPITIAN STYLE HAT AND BLACK SUIT, SPEAKS WITH AN ENGLISH ACCENT, PLEASANTLY POLITE AND KNOWS JAKE BY NAME.
“Yes, ello Mr. Fantastic, how may I elp you”.

JAKE: STRUGGLING FOR WORDS.
“Yes, umm, would you happen to have todays newspaper”?

HOTEL CLERK: BENDS DOWN BEHIND THE LONG MARBLE COUNTER.
(the clerk extends a newspaper across the counter)
“Will that be all, sir”?

Before answering, eager to know the current date, Jake unfolds the newspaper and discovers that it’s May 23rd, 1957. For some reason, seeing the date makes his situation all the more real, and Jake is immediately overwhelmed.

JAKE: SHOCKED, TRYING TO KEEP HIS COMPOSURE.
“Ummm, yes, may I have a copy of my current bill please”?

HOTEL CLERK:
“Yes, of course”. “Will you be leaving us Mr. Fantastic?”
.
JAKE: LOOKING AT THE NEWSPAPER PAYING HALF ATTENTION, LOOKS UP.
“What?” “Oh, no.” “I think I’ll be here for awhile.”

The clerk turns to access the file cabinet behind him, carefully flipping through the documents, he eventually retrieves one particular piece of paper. Handing it to Jake, who expresses gratitude with a simple “thank you,” Jake then proceeds to make his way towards the front door and exits the hotel.

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EXT: A WARM, CLOUDY SPRING NIGHT IN LIVERPOOL ENGLAND.
After stepping outside, Jake takes a moment to examine his hotel bill and is surprised to discover that he’s only paying $150 per night, a price that seems incredible when compared to the prices in 2024. As he continues reading, he discovers that he checked in only yesterday, on his birthday. This realization sparks a thought perhaps his theroy may have some validity, but not sure what, or if it means anything at all.

With the bill neatly folded and carefully tucked into his back pocket, Jake pauses for a moment to absorb the sights and sounds of his unlikely surroundings. As his eyes scan the area, they fall upon what appears to be a brightly lit city square off in the distance. Intrigued by its allure, he sets off on a determined, yet anxious stride, eager to explore the mysteries that await him.

After walking for awhile, Jake arrives at the start of what appears to be a row of pubs, each bustling with people standing around outside, the bright lites alluminating each establishment. As he surveys the scene, his gaze fixates on the first pub directly in front of him.

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EXT: STANDING IN FRONT OF A PUB, READING A LARGE SIGN ABOVE THE DOOR.

JAKE: READING SLOWLY OUT LOUD.
“Ye Hole In Ye Wall”
(ponders a second)
“Well, here we go… party like it’s 1957!”

Jake walks past a few people milling around the front entrance noticing their 1950’s attire and into the pub.

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INT: A mid-sized, smoke filled bar room with approximately 50 people scattered around, standing in small groups or sitting in high-backed booths or at the long wodden bar, indulging in cigarettes and drinks. Jake stands at the stairs leading down to the main floor, he gazes in awe at a bar that appears to fade off into a timeless infinity of haze of people and smoke.

The lively chatter of patrons indulging in drinks and revelry fills the air. A smile spreads across Jake’s face, and
practically dances down the steps, in search of an open space at the bar.

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INT: A MAN WITH TWO BEAUTIFUL GIRLS SITTING INA BOOTH TOWARDS THE BACK OF THE BAR, ONE OF THE GIRLS NOTICE JAKE WALK IN.

SIMONE: WATCHING THE FRONT ENTRANCE AS PATRONS COME IN.
“Ooooo, ee’s a andsome one, Camile look at im, watcha think yeah!”

CAMILE: TEASING SIMONE.
“Yea, ee’s a cutie ee is!” “Why dontcha go indroduce ya self, maybe eel take ya ome lata!” (laughs)

PETE: ANNOYED, WANTS ATTENTION.
“Ello, i’m sittin righ eer ladies!” Ifin ees so andsome why donna ya go introduce yerself Simone?”

SIMONE: DEFIANTLY.
“Maybe a will!”

CAMILE: CHALLEGING TONE.
“I bet ya a shilling ya won go ova an talk ta im!”

PETE: SCEPTICAL TONE.
“Da ya evin ave a shilling Camile?” (laughs)

CAMILE: PUTS HER PURSE ON THE TABLE, DERTERMINED.
“Yea, wat ya tink I am, I aint na weltcha, I got it!”

SIMONE: DETERMINED.
“He’s cute, I’m gonna go over thar!” “Best get ya shilling out Camile!”

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INT: A long wooden bar, its surface darkly stained, runs the length of the establishment. It is adorned with people engaged in conversation and enjoying drinks, creating a vibrant atmosphere.

JAKE IS AT THE BAR ORDERING A DRINK.

BARTENDER: MIDDLE AGED MAN WITH GREY HAIR AND MANICURED BEARD, WEARING A SUIT VEST AND BOW TIE.

JAKE: UNSURE OF WHAT TO ORDER.
“Umm, can you make a Sea Breeze?”

BARTENDER: SLIGHYTLY ANNOYED.
“Not sure mate, neva ere of it”.

JAKE: AGREABLE.
“Okay, I’ll have a pint of whatever you think is good”

Jake watches as the bartender walks half way down the bar and fills a mug from the tap and walking back looks annoyed as he passes a full bar of patrons vying for his attention. He then slams down what looks like a gallon of beer in front of Jake.

BARTENDER: RUSHING THE TRANSACTION.
“That’ll be 10 pence mate”.

Jake reaches into his pocket and inconspicuously retrieves a bill so no one can see, looks to check what denomination he pulled out and offers a 50 pound note to the bartender with a warm smile. Judging from the bartender’s expression, it seems to further annoy him as he reluctantly walks back over to the cash register to provide change.

Clutching his beer, Jake turns his back to the bar, meticulously observing the people around him. Surveying the room, his mind replays the events of the past 24 hours, causing him to burst out into hysterical laughter, trying to keep his head down so nobody would notice.

Just as he’s pulling himself together, Jake feels a tap on his shoulder from behind. As he turns around, Jake is suddenly face to face with the most beautiful and stunning woman he has ever laid eyes on. His gaze subtlety travels from her head down to her toes, captivated by every intricate detail of her long, flowing auburn hair, enormous breasts and graceful figure.

SIMONE: SPEAKING LOUDLY WITH AN ENGLISH ACCENT.
“Ello, ya seem ta be havin a grand time ere all by ya lonesome”? “watcha laughin bout… if ya mind me askin”?

(With an awkward pause Jake doesn’t say a word)

SIMONE : SMILING AND POSITIVE.
“Sorree, donna mean ta be so noisy yea”.

JAKE: SNAPPING OUT OF HIS TEMPORARY DAZ.E AND SPEAKING LOUDLY.
“Ohh, no, thats ok, must still be jet lagged and a little tired”.
“I was just remembering something funny a friend of mine did, you’d have to be there to really get it.”
“… But the punch line was Clown Pizza, if that sounds funny”. (Jake gives a quick, under his breath giggle)

SIMONE: LIGHTLY LAUGHS AT HIS JOKE, FLIRTING..
“Well, it musta been a real hoot, goin by how hard ya werea laughin”… “Jet lagged”? “Where ya flyin from”?… “I’m Simone by the way”?

JAKE: EXTENDING HIS HAND FOR A CUSTOMARY HANDSHAKE INTRODUCTION.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Herr.. Jake, I’m Jake, just got here from New York… Manhattan, you ever been”?

SIMONE: INTERESTED.
“Na, cont say I been ta Monhotton, I aint been nowhere really”.
“Been in Liverpool me whole short life”.
“Once I’m outta uni i’s plannin ta travel around a bit though”.

JAKE: STRUGGLING FOR SOMETHING SMART TO SAY.
“What’s “UNI”?

SIMONE: LIGHTLY LAUGHING, TALKING LOUDLY.
“It means university… school”.
“I turned 18 three months ago and in me last year”…
“Hey”, ya wanna come an sit wit me friends? We gotta booth ova thar in da back, an pints on da way… me friend Pete is good mates wit da owner, ee usually kicks a few pints ova when ee’s ere”.
(she points to where they’re sitting).

JAKE: FEELING INSECURE
“Thats cool, ummm, yeah, sure, I’ll sit with ya”.

SIMONE: ENTHUSIASTICALY.
“Brilliant! Okay, follow me then”.

Simone gently takes Jake’s hand navigating their way through a bustling bar, Jake, consciously careful not to spill his beer, finds himself aroused by Simone’s alluring presence and hopes to avoid saying anything stupid that might turn her off.

Standing at the booth, Simone introduces Jake to her two friends—a young, skinny man and an attractive brunette—who are sitting on one side together.

SIMONE: WITH A BUBBLY VIBE.
“Jake these are me dear friends, Pete an Camile, this is Jake.”

PETE/CAMILE: FRIENDLY.
“Hey, good ta meet ya.”

PETE: NOTICING JAKE’S SUIT, SLIGHTLY JUDGING AND ARROGANT.
“Might foncy suite mate, specially for a narky establishment like da “Hole”!
“Where ya from then”?

JAKE: SITS NEXT TO SIMONE IN THE BOOTH.
“New York, just got here this morning.”
“Slept all day and just got up about an hour ago, thought I’d check out some night life.”
(awkward pause, everyone just looking oddly at him)…
“So, what’s Narky mean?” (Everyone lightly laughs at Jake’s sudden change of conversation)

SIMONE: FRIENDLY, TRYING TO MAKE JAKE FEEL COMFORTABLE.  
“Narky da way Pete said, means, It’s kina a rough house pub sometimes.”
“Dona see to many suits like yours in ere, mostly dock workers an locals come in ere.”

PETE: INTRIGUED.
“New York ya say, me band mate John is obsessed wit it, always yappin bout New York and Elvis!”
“Ya know Elvis?”
“Ee’d talk ya eer off bout Elvis too!”

JAKE: FEELING OUT OF PLACE.
“That’s cool what kinda music do ya play?”

PETE: BRAGGING.
“Rockin roll and skiffle, mostly, (pause) if ya stickin around, we gotta gig at da church fair on Saturday!”

CAMILE: BORED WITH THE SUBJECT.
“Watcha ya doin ere in Liverpool then, family?”
“Canna magine anyone comin ta Liverpool for olliday!”

JAKE: CASUALLY SPEAKING.
“Actually, I found Liverpool by accident”.
“I got off the plane at like 4am, found a cab and told him to take me to a decent hotel, and fell asleep”.
“When he woke me up we were in front of the Adelphi Hotel, so I got a room”.
“Pretty nice place.”

PETE: IMPRESSED.
“Ya stayin at the Adelphi?!?”
“Yea mate that’s a pretty swanky place”!”
“Mostly rich folk an celeberties stay at the Adelphi!”
“Ya must ave some coin ta be stayin there”!

CAMILE: IMPRESSED, JEALOUS, SARCASTIC.
“Looks like ya got yerself a hot one Simone.”
“Ya probably donna need tha schilling now ayy!”

Jake looked at Camile as she spoke, and then at Simone. Simone blushed, feeling embarrassed and annoyed by Camile’s comment, abruptly changed the conversation. Pete was also looking annoyed at Camile’s comment.

SIMONE: CURIOUS.
“I tink dat cabbie was avin a bit o fun wit ya luv!”
“Pleny a gran otels in London ee could a broght ya, Liverpool is ova 3hrs from ere!”
“Eee must ave live here, on is way ome probably.”…
“Dis ya first time in England yea?”

JAKE: SURPRISED, TRYING TO MAKE UP A CONVINCING STORY.
“Really… 3hrs?!, Thats pretty fucked up!”
“I thought 200 dollars seemd like a lot.”

Not knowing the cost of living in the 1950’s Jake doesn’t realize 200 British pounds in 2024 was the equivalent of around 2000 pounds in 1957.

PETE/CAMILE/SIMONE: IN DISBELIEF.
“200 pounds!”

Based on everyone’s reaction, Jake quickly realizes that he made a mistake with his last statement.

PETE: SHOCKED.
“Damn mate, sounds like ya been snookered eva since ya got off da plane!”
“Wat ya do for employment then?”

Taken by surprise, Jake is momentarily stunned, uncertain of how to provide an answer to Pete’s question without revealing his true profession as a plumber nor does he want to divulge his relation to Alexander Fantastic. Before Jake can muster a response, Pete fires another inquiry, further complicating the situation.

PETE: JUDGEMENTAL TONE
“Ya not one of em rich kids livin in daddy’s pocket are ya?”

SIMONE: ANNOYED, DEFENDING JAKE.
“Pete, dona be like that, Jake dona ave ta tell ya nuttin ifin ee dan wan ta!”

JAKE: SPEAKING CONFIDANTLY.
“Nah, thats ok, I’m no rich kid, I’ve made my own way in real estate and thought I’d give England a try”!
“I’ve seen pictures of the castles here and thought a guy could make a lot of money selling castles!”

PETE: INTRIGUED.
“Okay yea, so ya ere on business then?”
“I’ll tell ya, won be easy breakin inta tha market, ya gotta know people, very tight club, know what I
mean yea?”
“An ya aint gonna meet high rollas like dat ere in da Pool.”
“It’s jus workin class bastards round ere mate!”
“This place is a bloomin shithole, mos blokes tryin ta get outta ere from da day they was born!” (laughs).

JAKE: ENGAGING.
“Good to know!”
“I just got here so it’ gonna take awhile to get my bearings and meet the high rollers.”

SIMONE: TRYING TO CHANGE THE CONVERSATION JUMPS IN.
“So ya stayin fa awhile yea?”

JAKE: UNSURE OF WHAT HE’S SAYING.
“Yeah… I guess I am.”

CAMILE: READY TO LEAVE.
“Ayy it’s gettin late and I’m gettin knockered ere, we’d best be haedin off, got class in da mornin!”

PETE:
“Yeah, ok, I’ll get da bill.”

JAKE: ERNESTLY.
“No worries, I got it, it’s its been great meeting you all!”
“And yeah, I think I will come see your band play on Saturday!”
“What’s IS the name of your band, never asked”?

SIMONE: FLIRTING.
“Aww, that’s sweet ov ya luv, you donna have to buy our drinks.”

PETE: HUMOROUS TONE.
“Simone!”
“Ifin ee want’s ta buy us drinks, I aint gonna stop im.”
“We’re poor school kids member, an looks like Jake ere’s loaded” (laughs)
“Thanks mate thats very cool of ya!”
“An ya come see us play, our we’re called the Quarrymen.”
“I play the washboard!” (laughs)

Jake’s excitement becomes overwhelming as soon as Pete reveals that he plays with the Quarrymen. Jake knows it’s John Lemmon’s band from the exuberant amount of research he’s done on the music scene during the British Invasion in London. Despite this wave of enthusiasm, Jake makes a concerted effort to conceal
his emotions.

JAKE: SLIGHTLY LAUGHING.
“I can’t say I’ve ever met a washboard player, you any good?” (he says with a sarcastic smile)
“You don’t have a guy, Paul, in your band, do you?”

PETE: AS HE”S PUTTING ON HIS COAT GETTING READY TO LEAVE.
“Nah mate, no Paul in our band.”
“Camile, ready ta go?”

The news of potentially meeting John Lemmon, pre-Beatles and before he meet Paul McCartney, leaves Jake incredulous yet again. The thought of wittnessing such a momentous encounter fills him with a mix of anticipation and disbelief. As Jake quickly reflects on the history of John and Paul, he recalls that they first met during a concert at a church fair. This realization adds an extra layer of significance and intrigue to the upcoming concert.

SIMONE: LOOKING AT JAKE FLIRTATIOUS.
“If you’re leavin too, I’m walkin pass da Adelphi on me way home.”

JAKE: CURIOUS TONE.
“Yeah, okay, that’d be nice, what about you guys? (looking at Pete and Camile)

CAMILE: DISMISSIVE YET FRIENDLY.
“Nah mate, me an Pete are walkin da oder direction, it’s jus you an Simone yea.”
(Camile gives Simone a look of approval)

Everyone gets up, and hurriedly, Jake walks over to the bar to settle the tab. He then meets Simone at the front entrance, where he notices that Pete and Camile have already left.
Together, Simone and Jake begin walking the short distance back to the hotel.

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EXT: OUTSIDE AT NIGHT LIT BY STREET LIGHTS, WALKING ON A  SIDEWALK IN MAY IN 1957 LIVERPOOL.

SIMONE: VERY ATTRACTED TO JAKE.
“Well, I’m glad to have met ya, I think Pete an Camile liked ya too.”

JAKE: EXCITED, ANIMATED, SARCASTIC.
“Haha, I couldn’t tell, Camile barely said two words the whole night!”
“Pete was cool, seemed a bit angry though, I don’t think he liked it that I had money.”
“His comment about how I was some rich kid living outta daddy’s pocket kinda pissed me off too.”

SIMONE: CASUALLY DEFENSIVE.
“Yea, he gets like that sometimes when ee drinks, he’s a good lad though.”
“Is mate John is even worse wen ee drinks but dare harmless, jus showin off mostly, ya know, always gotta be tough, specially round ere.”
“Hey, If ya goin ta da fair Saturday, maybe ya wanna go wit me an Camile?”

JAKE: DISTRACTED.
“Yeah, sounds like fun, I was gonna ask you!”

SIMNONE: FLIRTING.
“Ohh, ya were?”
“Sorrie, dina mean ta spoil it for ya luv.”
(they both giggle)

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EXT: STANDING OUT IN FRONT OF THE BRIGHTLY LIT ADELPHI HOTEL.

SIMONE: LOOKING THROUGH HER PURSE.
“Well, dis is you… ere, I’ll give ya me numba so ya can call me ta meet up before we go, probably leavin
round noon yea.”

JAKE: TRYING NOT TO APEAR TO EAGER EVEN THOUGH HE IS.
“Great, I’m lookin forward to it, I love watchin bands play… and It’ll be nice to hang out with you, make new
friends.” (smiles)
“I’d give you my number but I don’t know it, but I’m in room 204 in case you want to talk or something.”
“You okay walkin by yourself, want me to walk ya home?”

SIMONE: FLIRTING.
“Thanks, but I’m not far from ere, I’ll be okay, call me anytime!”

Full of excitement, Jake walks back to his hotel and Simone continues her short walk home.

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INT: OPULANT HOTEL SUITE IN 1957 LIVERPOOL.
Back in his hotel room, sitting on the edge of his bed, brimming with excitement, Jake wants to call someone or post a comment on Facebook about his unforgettable night. However, a blank expression washes over his face, swiftly replacing his previous sense of elation with deep sadness.

JAKE: SITING ON THE EDGE OF HIS BED, STARRING AROUND THE ROOM.
“I’m all alone here.”
“I don’t know anyone… except for Simone… and I just met her.”
“Mom and dad?”…
“They havent even met yet.”
“I’d be a stranger to them.”
“Maybe I’ll look them up.”

Jake sits thinking for a long time pondering the life he’s leaving behind, reasoning with himself over every detail.

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JAKE: PACING THE ROOM, TALKING TO HIMSELF.
“Am I here forever?.”
“I’ll never see Luna or Sasha again.”
“Lilly? how will she survive without me?”
“Mom!, Ill never see her agian either.”

Jake starts to reminisce about the joyful moments from the life he has left behind.

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INT: 200 YEAR OLD FARMHOUSE LIVINGROOM METICUOUSLY RENOVATED WITH DUTCH DECORE AND STYLISH.

It is Christmas Day in the year 2023, and a lively atmosphere fills both the kitchen and living room, where a dozen individuals ranging in age from 15 to 80 are scattered about. The scene exudes joy as family members, elegantly attired, indulge in delicious hors d’oeuvres, savoring the moment over glasses of wine and engaging in animated conversations. The crackling fireplace provides a warm glow, while the brightly illuminated Christmas tree adds to the festive ambiance.

While Jake is engrossed in conversation with his wife, Lilly in the living room, their 2 dogs Luna and Sasha sitting by their sides, Jake is suddenly interrupted when his mother calls out to him by his original name, “Herb!” In response, Herb yelled back, quickly got up, and walked to the kitchen where his mother
was located.

INT: FARMHOUSE KITCHEN WITH TWO OTHER PEOPLE HELPING TO PREPARE FOOD ON A LARGE WODDEN ISLAND FILLED WITH PLATTERS OF HOR’DERVES.

HERB’S/JAKE”S MOTHER: SHORT LADY WITH GREY HAIR AND BUBBLY PERSONALITY.
“Can you help bring this out, we need more space?”

HERB/JAKE: OBEDIENTLY HELPING.
“God mom, that’s a lot of appetizers, who’s gonna have room for dinner?”

With an affectionate gaze Herb picks up a large platter of smoked salmon, freshly baked bagetts and an assortment of cheese and crackers and brings it back to the living room where everyone, including the dogs look on in anticipation.

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EXT: PRIVATE WOODED TRIALS. HERB AND LILLY WALKING SINGLE FILE WITH THEIR 2 DOGS.

At Herb’s home, he and his wife Lilly enjoy leisurely walks on the private trails they’ve forged behind their residence. Accompanied by their two dogs, the atmosphere is serene and joyful. During these walks, not much is said, but it is a cherished and contented time that Herb shares with Lilly in the comfort of their own home.

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EXT: SUNNY MARCH DAY IN THE SWISS ALPS.

Herb, (aka Jake), and his wife, Lilly, are accompanied by their close friends Chrissy, Rob, and Garth as they ride in their private gondola down the mountainside. They leisurely admire the breathtaking views of alpen peaks and the village below while also observing skiers and snowboarders in action. Having just finished breakfast, the group eagerly anticipates a fantastic day filled with shopping and sightseeing.

CHRISSY: AMAZED, FILLED WITH HUMOR.
“Wow, look at them flying over those jumps! I’d be scared I’d break a leg trying to do that!”

GARTH: CONFIDENTLY SPEAKING.
“Those are called moguls Chrissy, those guys are good, but there are easier way to ski down, see those roads over there?”

CHRISSY: HUMOROUS TONE.
“Yeah, I’d slide on my ass the whole way down!”

ROB: “Yeah you have the padding for it!”
(everyone laughs)

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EXT: OLD SWISS CITY, STANDING IN FRONT OF AN ANCIENT CHURCH WITH INTRICATE SCULPTURES CARVED INTO THE EXTERIOR WALS.

CHRISSY: TAKING PICTURES OF AN ORNATELY SCULPTURED CHURCH.
“Ohh, my, god!” “That gargoyle is choking that mermaid!”

EVERYONE: LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY AT CHRISSY”S COMMENT AND TONE.

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INT: JAKE SITTING IN HIS HOTEL ROOM IN 1957, TEARS RUNNING DOWN  HIS FACE.

JAKE: SAD, FEELING HOMESICK.
“I’ll never see any of them again.”