INT.

CAREHOME (LIVING ROOM)-DAY

We begin the film focused on an MR RICHARDS (and older man),

who is snoring on a sofa, we can see a book in his hands.
With a ticking sound in the background, a careworker, called
ARTHUR is calling to the old man.

CAREWORKER (ARTHUR):
Arthur! (distorted)

No response from the old man

CAREWORKER (ARTHUR):
Arthur! (distorted)

CAREWORKER (ARTHUR):
Mr Richards!

Mr Richards opens his eyes after a moment. He appears

irritated. Looking over to the careworker.

The careworker, taking a cup of tea from another careworker

(who is pushing a trolley of boiled water).

MR RICHARDS:
Me?

CAREWORKER (ARTHUR):
Yes you! You said you wanted tea?

There is a pause, Mr Richards is confused.

MR RICHARDS:
Tea?

CAREWORKER:
Yes. Do you want sugar with it?

Confused, the old man looks down at his joke book, hardly
noticing the picture frame on the table next to him.

MR RICHARDS:
I don't want tea. Don't be daft.

Mr Richards turns to the careworker, ignoring the window

displaying the daylight outside.

MR RICHARDS: (CONT)
It's too late for tea.

The careworker, who was then beginning to bring the cup over

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to the old man's table, sighs and rests it down, looks out
the window , turning soon after to him.

CAREWORKER:
Are you alright?

MR RICHARDS:
I...

Mr Richards looks around, panicked, looking back at the

careworker, then out the window

MR RICHARDS:
I'm supposed to be going...

The careworker sits down on the couch opposite, Mr Richards

puts his face in his hands.

MR RICHARDS:
I... can't remember the...

CAREWORKER:
Camping?

MR RICHARDS:
Yes, I ought to be going soon, I don't
want to be late!

CAREWORKER:
Why don't you tell me a joke Mr
Richards.

The old man begins to feel frustrated, beginning to get up.

MR RICHARDS:
I'm going to be late!

The careworker settles him down

CAREWORKER:
I'll make sure you get there on time,
now why don't you tell me a joke
first.

There's a moment of silence, as Mr Richards sighs, searching

through his book. As he reads he pauses between words.

MR RICHARDS:
Okay...Knock Knock

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CAREWORKER:
Who's there?

MR RICHARDS:
Says

CAREWORKER:
Says who?

MR RICHARDS:
Says me thats who!

The careworker smiles

CAREWORKER:
Ah, see what you did there.

MR RICHARDS:
Well I told a joke, thats what I did

There's a moment of silence

CAREWORKER:
I've always been here Mr Richards

MR RICHARDS:
You have?

The careworker sighs

CAREWORKER:
Yeah, but you know, I might not always
be here.

MR RICHARDS:
Bullshit, I'll go before you do.

The careworker laughs a little then looks back at Mr Richards

CAREWORKER:
I don't mean it like that, I mean I
won't be with you.

MR RICHARDS:
Well if it makes you feel any better I
won't remember you when you're gone
anyway.

The careworker breathes out heavily, frustrated

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CAREWORKER:
No but, I'm glad to have met you

There's a long silence, as Mr Richards looks at the

fireplace.

CAREWORKER:
I think it's time we got you some
medication.

MR RICHARDS:
Medication? Shit.

As the careworker goes to get up, he turns to whisper to

Arthur.

CAREWORKER:
How about some alcohol to wash it
down, I know the stuff you like.

MR RICHARDS:
I'm gonna have to take your word on
that.

The careworker gets up, walking to a bag in the corner of the

room, returning a minute later to bring the bottle over as
well as a cup.

MR RICHARDS:
I always loved camping, did you ever
go camping?

CAREWORKER:
Of course.

Mr Richards has already turned his attention to an unused

fireplace, the careworker begins to pour glasses for them.

MR RICHARDS:
Love the warm fire, "get the fire
goin" thats what they'd always say,
"lets get the fire goin"

CAREWORKER:
Yes, you were always the one to do it
right?

MR RICHARDS:
Of course! Everyone else was too lazy!

The careworker passes the glass to Arthur helping to hold it

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for him, as he drinks.

As the cup is poured we fade to different stages of the

bottle being empty, hearing a slower ticking in the
background, among laughing.

MR RICHARDS:
Let me tell you another one!

The careworker laughs a little

CAREWORKER:
Ohhhkay knock knock

MR RICHARDS:
Who's there

CAREWORKER:
Lee

MR RICHARDS:
Lee who?

CAREWORKER:
Lee me alone! I've got a headache.

The two of them continue laughing quietly before they hear

footsteps, silencing themselves quickly, covering their
mouths. The other careworker simply walks on by.

CAREWORKER:
We should be getting to bed

Arthur looks confused for a moment, then decides not to

question the careworker.

MR RICHARDS:
I should, but I think I'd like to
sleep here and watch the fireplace.

CAREWORKER:
But there's no fire.

MR RICHARDS:
Yeah but its always good to imagine
isn't it, reminds me of my old camping
trips. Did you ever go camping?

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CAREWORKER:
Yes I have Mr Richards, now just get
some rest.

Mr Richards begins to turn over and lie down on the sofa,

closing his eyes slowly

CAREWORKER:
Hold onto the memories Mr Richards, I
won't always be here.

Mr Richards finally closes his eyes. As Mr Richards rolls

over, we fade into the next scene.

INT. CAREHOME NIGHT

As Mr Richards finishes rolling onto his side, Mr Richards

wakes to a poke on his shoulder.

MR RICHARDS:
(whispered) Jesus junior! How long do
you kids sleep for?

CAREWORKER:
(whispered)I sleep just as much as
you.

Mr Richards rubs his eyes and sits up.

MR RICHARDS:
Why'd you wake me up anyway?

The careworker ignores Mr Richards question, getting to the

point.

CAREWORKER:
Do you wanna go camping?

MR RICHARDS:
Now??

CAREWORKER:
Why not?

There's a pause

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CAREWORKER:
Look, you keep talking about how much
you love camping don't you? This is
your chance to see a real fire again.

Mr Richards thinks for a moment then smiles

MR RICHARDS:
What do we need?

CAREWORKER:
I'll see if I can find some money in
the bedroom.

MR RICHARDS:
Wait what? Don't you get paid?

CAREWORKER:
Nope, trapped here same as you, I
think it's time we got out.

The careworker smiles, before cutting to Mr Richards as he

dashes off looking for his room, struggling to figure out
which belongs to him,

The careworker notices, rushing over to help.

CAREWORKER:
It's alright Richards you sit down
right there, it'll be alright.

MR RICHARDS:
W...where am I?

CAREWORKER:
Shhh we're going camping remember?

The careworker rushes into the room, grabbing Mr Richard's

camping equipment for him. Pouring the change of a savings
jar into a bag-pack.

The careworker notices a picture for a moment, before

stuffing it into a bag, rushing back into the main room.

MR RICHARDS:
What's that?

CAREWORKER:
Thats from when... when you went
camping, it was a good laugh.

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MR RICHARDS:
But you weren't there.

The careworker puts his hand on Richard's shoulder

CAREWORKER:
Let's get moving.

They both exit the building, camera cuts on the sound of the
door closing.

EXT. SHOP NIGHT

We cut to the sound of a security buzzer as it goes off, as

the careworker enters the shop, Mr Richards awkwardly
standing around outside. After a moment, Mr Richards feels
confused about where he is, beginning to wonder off.

As the old man begins to disappear from view, we finally hear

the buzzer go off again, A shopkeeper can be heard soon
after.

SHOPKEEPER:
Excuse me, sir! Sir you forgot to pay

The Careworker (now carrying a full shopping bag) speed walks

as he goes off down the path, catching up to Mr Richards.

The door buzzer goes off again, as the shopkeeper runs out of
the door, surprised that Arthur has vanished.

SHOPKEEPER:
He moves fast for an old guy.

Sighing the shop keeper goes back inside.

EXT. PATH TO CAMPSITE

As the two guys walk along, they decide to stop, both

panting.

MR RICHARDS:
Why did you do that? I thought you
grabbed money when we left!

CAREWORKER:
I (pant)... did! Doesn't it feel good
to keep the blood flowing, just like
the good old days.

The careworker fist bumps Arthurs arm.

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MR RICHARDS:
But we're breaking the law!

CAREWORKER:
But it's fine! I'm trying to help you
Arthur, going out, doing the stuff you
did as a teenager, those are your best
years.

Finally catching his breath he looks up at the careworker and

smiles, conceding.

MR RICHARDS:
You know you run as slow as I do.

CAREWORKER:
We're more alike than you think.

Rubbing his arm, they continue walking up the hill, crickets

in the background.

EXT. CAMPSITE NIGHT

The sound of a fire can be heard, as it sizzles, Arthur

smiling as he flicks through Mr Richard's photos.

MR RICHARDS:
Where was this?

CAREWORKER:
Seine River, in Paris, you tried to
climb over the rail of the boat,
almost got you kicked off.

Arthur smiles, grabbing a marshmallow from the packet they

took from the shop.

Arthur's arm shakes as he hangs the marshmallow over the

fire, it burns and falls into the fire.

CAREWORKER:
It's getting worse isn't it.

Mr Richards gives the careworker a blank expression

CAREWORKER:
The Alzheimers.

The old man turns and stares into the fire. Noticing his
pain, the careworker looks to the beer, signalling for Arthur
to pick it up, eventually the careworker helps him keep his

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hand still as he takes a swig.

CAREWORKER:
I bet you don't remember how we got
interested in camping in the first
place.

MR RICHARDS:
Nope

CAREWORKER:
It was a girl

MR RICHARDS:
It's always a girl

CAREWORKER:
This one was special though, genuinely
loved her, even if you didn't know it
yet. She loved camping, exploring,
looking at the night sky.

Mr Richards just looks at the careworker.

CAREWORKER:
Eventually plucked up the courage to
ask her on a date. Actually married
her you know.

MR RICHARDS:
We got... married?

CAREWORKER:
Yeah, for a while, but things change
Arthur, not everyone stays with you
forever.

MR RICHARDS:
Thought I was the wise one.

Arthur takes another swig before dropping it, without putting

it down properly. Beginning to lie down a little.

CAREWORKER:
Let's do a joke, one last one.

Arthur concedes, breaking into a mumble slightly

MR RICHARDS:
I... I don't have the book.

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CAREWORKER:
It's okay, I'll tell you one. Knock
Knock

MR RICHARDS:
Who's there

CAREWORKER:
Egg

MR RICHARDS:
Egg who?

CAREWORKER:
Eggstremely disappointed you still
don't recognise me

Mr Richards begins to close his eyes, fading out into the

next scene.

INT. CAREHOME-DAY

Mr Richards (Arthur) opens his eyes to a loud overbearing

(slow) ticking noise, he panics, feeling confused, waving his
hands around, he knocks over a picture.

As Arthur goes to pick it up, he fliches, the sunlight

shining on his eyes, hobbling over to the window, holding the
picture, he looks at it briefly, a picture of himself and his
girlfriend

Turning over the picture frame, he spots writing that

addresses the picture as "For Arthur Richards" he begins
hearing echoes of the careworker, himself.

CAREWORKER:
We actually married her you know.

ARTHUR
Did you ever go camping

CAREWORKER:
I was there with you.

CAREWORKER:
We're more alike than you think.

The old man (Arthur) begins to cry, a tear falling on the

picture frame. He then looks to the window, seeing his
careworker for a brief moment in his reflection, he attempts
a smile. Before turning his head, a blank expression on his

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face.

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