THE SCRIPT

What happens to JOHN?

I can't understand anything. I spoke to John.
 
"why ... do you know that man?"
 
"Alfred, Alfred, buddy…" he said as if he was panicked.
 
"John, calm down. Listen to me. Do you know the person who came to meet me?" when I asked like that John turned and looked at me even more surprised.
 
"what what did you say?"
 
"I asked if you know the owner of that watch? Because I met him a few days ago."
 
"what? Where did you meet him?"
 
"at my home."
 
"WHAT!?" he shook my shoulders as if he was trying to bring me back to senses.
 
"at YOUR home?"
 
"yes. At my home. He came to help me."
 
"he came to help you?" he asked, continuing his same surprised self.
 
"yes, that's a long story. I will tell you later. When he came to help me and after he left, I found this on the sofa. So I thought it was his and I kept it with me in case I meet him again so I could give him." I told him in one breath.
 
As I said that, I saw John was pulling his own hair with his hands. All these things will no doubt make me crazy. I can't understand why John is stressed. Even if I had a lot to ask, now is not the time.
 
"John now keep this watch aside and let's go home. And then we'll talk. Ok?" I suggested when I could no longer take it.
 
"Ok buddy let's go home." he said as if he was brought back to present with my voice.
 
With his words I felt happy. I opened the car door for him and I also got in the car. I started the car while thinking that all of these quests must soon find a way out.
 
We stayed silent for a while during the drive. I was looking for a topic to start a conversation with John. Suddenly I remembered Russell.
 
"hey John, how do you know Russell?"
With that question John looked at me.
 
"I got to know him through a colleague of mine. I did a business deal with him with my colleague. Then Russel became friendly with me. Why did you suddenly ask about Russell?"
 
"no no nothing special. He didn't even ask about you and I didn't find time to tell him either."
 
"oh it's better you didn't tell him about this case. They're businessmen and they're different in different times." John looked outside of his window while saying that.
 
Even if we came a long way, John didn't talk. My heart says he's hiding something. But what's the need John has to do that? I have only him and he's got only me. I don't think he's playing games. And then suddenly I remembered the letter I got this morning. Now I have a pocket watch as well of that stranger who helped me and now that watch is a problem to John. I don't understand any of this. Anyway we have already reached home.
 
I can't open the gate with the remote. I got out of the car to open it.
 
"hey where are you going?" John asked when he saw me getting out of the car.
 
"remote didn't work. A technician also came and fixed it but again this morning it wasn't working." As I said that, John also got out of the car.
 
He took the remote and pressed the button. I was surprised. Because it worked and the gate was opened.
 
"see it worked" he looked at me.
 
"yeah and I'm surprised. Anyway let's get in" I drove the car to the garage.
 
Maybe I didn't press it well this morning. I thought of it that way and I handed over the house keys to John. As he opened the door, he went directly into the guest room. When I saw him going there, I felt a strange feeling. But now I shouldn't talk about anything. Later I will tell him everything. I thought.
 
I went into the kitchen to make something to eat as we both didn't have our lunch. I made an omelette and toasted some bread. By that time John was there after having a shower. I felt happy to see him like that. But I saw there was a deep sadness all over his face. It could be because he had to spend last days in police custody. It's not a simple thing to be a suspect of a crime he didn't commit.
 
"hey come and sit" I offered him a seat.
 
"oh, omelette, my favourite." he started eating while saying that.
 
I also ate with him. After we finished eating, we both came to the garden. I saw John was smoking a cigarette. Meanwhile I started walking towards the storeroom. When I looked back, I saw John was coming behind me as well. But he walked past me to the oak tree which was at the corner of the garden. It was a huge tree. I didn't go there for a long time.
 
John seemed to walk around the tree while looking up and down the tree. He was searching for something with his fingertips. His behaviour was strange to me. I thought if he was experiencing something haunted as Same as me and Elenia. I felt that way because I haven't seen John like this. John leaned on the tree with his forehead and seemed to be thinking.
 
"what's up John?" I asked him as I could no longer understand what's happening.
 
"no, nothing, let's go home." he said while patting on my shoulders. I'm witnessing a totally different John than who was at the police station.
 
"actually what is happening?" I questioned myself.
 
I entered the home with John.
 
"buddy I'm going to take a nap. Can you wake me up in 2 hours?" John said.
 
"ok buddy. Take rest." I thought it was better he took some rest.
 
I also went upstairs and started reading my script. Suddenly I heard my phone ringing and it was Elisa.
 
"hello Alfred. Good evening."
 
"good evening Elisa. How're you?"
 
"I'm doing well, how was your day?"
 
"I had a busy day but let's say everything is fine."
 
"If everything is OK then OK" Elisa said.
 
I didn't understand what she meant by that but anyway I didn't want to think about that.
 
"well, you asked me if I can meet you this week. Yes I can."
 
"oh yeah. When you can?"
 
"well, on Wednesday and Friday I'll be free."
 
"ok then let's meet on Friday."
 
"ok at what time?"
 
"Elisa is it OK if I tell you the exact time two days earlier? Because my producer also wants to meet you."
 
"wow. Is that so? Yeah yeah no problem."
 
"i'll talk to my producer and then I'll let you know. OK?"
 
"ok Alfred, then let me know the time and the venue. I'll come."
 
"ok then, see you on Friday."
 
We both ended the call and soon after I thought of calling Russell.
 
"I've to ask Russel what time he'll be free on Friday." I told myself.
 
As usual he's not answering the phone.
 
"hm. This might be a habit of him to not answer a call at once." I told myself.
 
Time has gone slowly. When I stopped reading the script, I looked at the clock and it was almost 7pm. As I thought of waking up John, I went downstairs. When I went there, I heard the sound of water. I thought John had already got up. Slowly I walked towards the door. The door was slightly opened. From there I saw John was still sleeping. As I heard the water running, I entered the room and went into the bathroom. I was shocked to witness what I saw.
I screamed John's name….