SCREEN PLAY:SHE STOPS A CAR ACCIDENT
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Update time : 2025-03-15
INT. WOODEN CABIN LIVING ROOM – DUSK
The camera sweeps across the room, where the glow of the
lights casts fragmented shadows. Scattered across the table
are sheets of draft paper, densely filled with quantum
formulas; some ink darker than others, revealing traces of
repeated calculations. A physics book lies open among the
papers, its pages curled at the edges, evidence of countless
readings.
Among the clutter, several photographs are strewn about,
their edges have faded to a yellowish hue. In one, a boy with
a birthmark on his forehead stands in the sunlight, his smile
shy. Beside him is an elderly woman with silver hair and a
gentle expression. Another photo captures the boy hunched
over, writing, bathed in soft light streaming through the
window.
The camera moves toward a blackboard on the wall, covered in
layers of equations. Some sections are circled in red chalk,
heavily emphasized, while the final calculations appear
smudged from repeated revisions. Nearby, several missing
person flyers are pinned up; the boy in the photograph is the
same child with the birthmark. The pages have yellowed, their
taped corners peeling. Alongside them, a few hand-drawn
sketches are pinned, densely packed with quantum physics
formulas.
The room is silent, except for the rhythmic ticking of a
clock. Professor Han (62), an elderly woman with silver hair
and wire-framed glasses, is meticulously packing her
belongings. Her phone is on speaker beside her. She wears a
dark-colored outdoor jacket, the cuffs slightly rolled up,
revealing a pair of steady, capable hands.
OFFICER
We checked the road you mentioned,
but we didn’t find any new leads.
Maybe you should think it over
again?
Professor Han sits in front of a large hiking backpack. As she
speaks, she swiftly organizes her gear, her movements steady and
precise.
A hat, a raincoat—each item is carefully placed into the bag
with methodical precision.
PROFESSOR HAN
No, I’m sure. It has to be there!
She efficiently fills her thermos flask with water, screws
the lid on tightly, and tucks it into the backpack.2.
OFFICER
(sighing,doubtful)
Are you sure it was really
him?Professor, it’s been over a
decade. The kid must look different
by now…
With everything packed, she lifts her head, gazing out the
floor-to-ceiling window. The setting sun casts a golden hue
over her determined expression. She doesn’t know when the
officer on the other end of the line hung up. Lost in
thought, she takes a deep breath—then exhales slowly.
In the cabin, the voice of a news anchor drifts from the
television.
TV BROADCAST
Recently, intense geomagnetic
disturbances have been detected,
with the active region reaching
2,400 solar surface units. High
energy particle flux is increasing,
and quantum entanglement anomalies
are intensifying. This may lead to
an increase in vivid dreams,
potentially affecting residents’
sleep quality.
Professor Han lifts her backpack and strides steadily toward the
door. As she passes the table, she reaches for an old photograph
of herself with the boy. She pauses, staring at it for a moment
before tucking it into her collar and gently pulling up the
zipper.
The door closes behind her with a deep, muffled sound. The cabin
falls back into silence. On the blackboard, equations fade into
shadow. Floating dust particles swirl slowly in the beam of
light.
EXT. CABIN ENTRANCE – DUSK
The small cabin stands alone in the middle of a vast,
desolate wilderness. Wild grass grows unchecked, swaying
gently in the breeze. On the distant horizon, rolling
mountains stretch beneath the fading twilight, their
silhouettes calm and unmoving. Along the roadside, rusted
signposts stand, nearly swallowed by dust and time.
A dark-colored off-road vehicle is parked in front of the cabin,
its body streaked with a faint layer of dust left by the
windblown sand.3.
Professor Han strides toward the vehicle, swiftly pulling open
the door and placing her backpack securely in the backseat.
Without hesitation, she gathers the nearby roadblocks, a
flashlight, glow sticks, a first aid kit, and a white burlap
sack, loading them into the trunk.
She turns, slips into the driver‘s seat, and starts the
ignition. The engine rumbles low and steady, and the headlights
beam through the dusk.
PROFESSOR HAN (V.O.)
I’ve been having the same dream
these past few days.I see him,
driving a car, crashing on a
mountain road.
EXT. HIGHWAY – DUSK
An off-road vehicle moves along the desolate highway. The
cracked asphalt stretches endlessly, flanked by barren
wilderness. Dry grass sways in the wind. The tires kick up a
trail of dust as the vehicle pushes forward, solitary and
relentless, gradually vanishing into the distant mountains.
PROFESSOR HAN (V.O.)
I know it’s him.
Professor Han sits behind the wheel, taking a drag from her
cigarette during a red lights pause. The wind lifts strands
of her hair, her expression cold and resolute.
EXT. MOUNTAIN BASE – DUSK
The vehicle is parked at the edge of a steep curve, its
headlights illuminating the winding mountain road.
Professor Han steps out, unfolding a latitude and longitude
map. Scattered across the map are time-related equations and
red markings. Her sharp gaze sweeps across the surroundings
as she cross-references the key markers, ensuring the
location is correct.
She quickly returns to the vehicle, opens the trunk, and first
lifts out the medical kit, placing it securely at a suitable
spot on the roadside. Then, she moves to the roadblocks,
gripping them firmly as she hauls the heavy barriers out one by
one, positioning them in a neat row along the curve. She adjusts
their angles, making sure they are highly visible.
A fine layer of sweat beads on her forehead. The mountain
wind brushes past, but she doesn‘t pause.4.
She continues arranging and adjusting, then lifts her head,
her eyes fixed on the distant bend in the road.
INT. CLASSROOM – DUSK
The classroom is filled with students. At the front, Professor
Han stands by the projector screen, explaining the concepts as
shifting light from the projected images flickers across their
face, casting an ever-changing glow. Yet, her gaze remains
unwavering.
The students listen attentively, occasionally lowering their
heads to take notes. Among them, a female student in a white
blouse and glasses appears particularly focused.
PROFESSOR HAN
When a person from another universe
becomes quantum-entangled with
someone in ours, if time flows
faster in that parallel universe,
we may perceive events from that
universe through dreams or other
sensations.
The female student in white raises her hand. Professor Han
looks at her.
FEMALE STUDENT
So… does everything we dream about
really happen?
Professor Han’s expression turns solemn.
EXT. MOVING VEHICLE – NIGHT
Rain pounds against the windshield, the wipers swiping
frantically but failing to keep up with the torrents of water
streaming down. Yangyang grips the steering wheel tightly,
his breathing rapid. The headlights sway in the darkness,
illuminating the slick, winding mountain road ahead.
Inside the car, a man’s hands clutch the steering wheel, tense
and uneasy. The speedometer needle wavers around 70, flickering
with every jolt of the vehicle.
The steering wheel remains locked in a death grip, until
suddenly, Yangyang lets go. The car surges forward,
accelerating despite his desperate struggle to regain
control.5.
INT. WOODEN CABIN – DAY
A teacup on the table trembles, sending ripples across the
surface of the liquid. Professor Han’s eyes snap open. She
gasps for breath, her forehead damp with cold sweat. She
looks around, realizing she’s still in the same familiar
cabin.
Her hand instinctively presses against her chest. She can
feel the old photograph hidden beneath her collar. She
exhales deeply—just a dream. But then, a sudden realization
hits. No. It wasn’t just a dream. A shiver runs through her.
EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD – DUSK
Professor Han sits on the roadside, nestled in the wild grass.
She unscrews the lid of her thermos flask and takes deep gulps
of water. The vast wilderness around her is silent. She lifts
her head, gazing into the distance as a gentle breeze stirs her
hair.
The sky gradually darkens. She rises to her feet, grabs a
large white bag of anti-slip agent, and spreads it evenly
along the curve of the road.
PROFESSOR HAN
Yes, dreams do happen—but only
once.I only have one chance.
Sweat beads on her forehead, trickling down to her chin
before dripping onto the asphalt. Raindrops begin to fall,
one by one, landing softly on the ground. She straightens up,
wipes the sweat off her forehead, then lowers her gaze to her
watch.7:30 PM.
INT. CAR – RAINY NIGHT
The digital clock on the dashboard reads 7:45 PM. The
speedometer needle flickers erratically around 100, trembling
with the car’s rapid movement. A grown man grips the steering
wheel tightly. Outside, torrential rain pounds against the
windshield, the wipers frantically swiping back and forth.
Suddenly, the man slams on the brakes. The tires skid over a
water-filled pothole.
EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD – NIGHT
The sky has darkened, and a steady drizzle begins to fall.
Professor Han pulls on her raincoat and a fluorescent rescue
vest. She switches on her flashlight, scanning the road ahead.6.
A sudden clap of thunder echoes through the black mountains.
In the distance, a car speeds along the winding road, its
headlights cutting through the darkness. The tires splash
through puddles, slipping as they round a curve.
A beam of light approaches. Professor Han waves her
fluorescent flag frantically.
PROFESSOR HAN
Hey! Stop! Stop!
The driver of the black car seems caught off guard by the sudden
figure appearing on the curve. Panicked, they yank the steering
wheel, trying to swerve away. After skidding in a series of
sharp S-turns, the car finally comes to a halt, just moments
before crashing into Professor Han’s roadblocks.
Professor Han rushes forward, pounding on the window, desperate
to see the driver’s face. Through the rain and mist, she wipes
the glass, trying to get a clear look inside.
The window slowly rolls down. She freezes. Inside sits a
young woman at the wheel.
YOUNG WOMAN
Who are you? What’s going on?
Professor Han leans in, her expression dazed, frozen in
place.
YOUNG WOMAN (CONT’D)
It’s pouring out here. What are you
doing in the middle of the road?
Professor Han stumbles backward, eyes locked with the driver’s.
Shock steals her voice—this isn’t how it was supposed to happen.
Then, from behind her, another car hurtles past.
BOOM!
A surge of heat explodes in the distance. The vehicle that had
just sped by has crashed into the mountainside, flipping onto
its side, with sparkles bursting .
Slowly, Professor Han turns toward the deafening noise.
Through the haze, her silhouette moves forward. Faintly
visible, a car with its hazard lights flashing appears, smoke
billowing from the wreck, its bumper torn off in the crash.7.
INT. CLASSROOM – DAY
The classroom buzzes with movement as students gather their
things, preparing to leave. Among them, the female student
who had been particularly attentive during the lecture slings
her bag over one shoulder and slowly approaches the professor
from behind. At the front of the room, Professor Han wipes
formulas off the blackboard, lost in thought.
FEMALE STUDENT
Professor, if fate is already
determined … can we change it?
Professor Han’s hand pauses. Slowly, she turns around,
locking eyes with the student.
EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD – RAINY NIGHT
Professor Han staggers forward and reaches the wreckage of the
car, smoke billowing thick into the night. With trembling hands,
she pries open the twisted door. The beam of her flashlight
shakes uncontrollably as she shines it inside.
In the mangled driver’s seat, someone is trapped—half of
their body pinned beneath the wreckage, unable to move.
Slowly, the young man turns his head toward her. It’s the face
from her dream.
Raindrops patter against the shattered car frame. The young
man squints against the downpour, blood trailing from the
corner of his mouth.
Professor Han’s quivering fingers brush against his face. He
struggles, as if trying to say something. Her gaze drops—then
locks onto the unmistakable birthmark.
It’s Yangyang.
Professor Han slowly removes the hood of her raincoat. Their
eyes meet, and for a moment, neither of them speaks.
Yangyang lifts his trembling hand, inching it toward her.
Without hesitation, Professor Han grasps it tightly. She
sinks down beside him, rain drenching them both, but she no
longer cares.
INT. WOODEN CABIN – DUSK
Dim yellow light spills across the cluttered room. Professor Han
stands facing a wall covered in faded posters and hand-drawn
sketches, their edges yellowed with time.8.
On the desk, a few worn photographs lie scattered, their corners
frayed. In one of them, Yangyang’s smile is radiant. Beside the
photos, a thick notebook lies open, its pages curling at the
edges. A pool of ink has seeped across the paper, blurring the
written characters.
Professor Han traces Yangyang’s smiling face with her
fingertips, then lifts her gaze toward the sunset outside the
window.
VOICE OVER
The ending is set;but at least,
there is no regret.
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