TITLE: CR7’s Lament
INT. LUXURY APARTMENT – NIGHT
Cristiano Ronaldo sits alone in his lavish living room. The lights are dim, and the city skyline glimmers through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A TV in the background plays a sports talk show, where pundits dissect his latest performance with biting criticism.
Cristiano mutes the TV, his jaw tightening. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. On the coffee table in front of him lies a stack of tabloid newspapers, each headline more mocking than the last:
- “CR7’s Ego Bigger Than His Trophy Cabinet!”
- “The Neck That Never Stops Nodding!”
- “Ronaldo’s Apple: The Real MVP?”
He picks up one of the papers, staring at the caricature of his Adam’s apple drawn grotesquely oversized. His fingers tighten, crumpling the page.
CRISTIANO RONALDO
(softly, to himself)
“Goal after goal after goal… and still, it’s never enough.”
He tosses the paper aside and stands, pacing the room.
CRISTIANO RONALDO
(raising his voice)
“I give everything—every match, every training session. I’ve given them moments they’ll talk about for decades. And this… this is how they repay me? Insults? Mockery?”
He stops in front of the window, his reflection staring back at him. He touches his throat, his fingers brushing over his Adam’s apple.
CRISTIANO RONALDO
(whispering)
“Even this… they make fun of this.”
Cristiano clenches his fists, his voice growing steadier, filled with a mix of frustration and resolve.
CRISTIANO RONALDO
“When my contract is up, I’m done. I’m leaving this circus. No more cameras, no more headlines. I’ll go to the one city that never insults me.”
He turns away from the window, walking back to the coffee table. He picks up a sleek black notebook and flips it open, revealing pages filled with plans, maps, and diagrams.
CRISTIANO RONALDO
(cryptically)
“The city where the grid is smart, where everything is connected. Big Brother is watching all of you… but not me. Not anymore.”
He closes the notebook with a decisive snap, his expression hardening.
CRISTIANO RONALDO
(to himself)
“I’ve carried their expectations, their insults, their jealousy. But soon, I’ll carry only myself. Let them watch from their screens while I live free.”
Cristiano takes a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He walks to a nearby shelf, picking up a photo of his family.
CRISTIANO RONALDO
(softly)
“For them, I’ll keep going a little longer. But when it’s over, I’ll find peace. I’ll find the place where they can’t reach me.”
FADE OUT.
Scene: A bustling street in Dubrovnik, Croatia. Orlando Bloom is in town for a secret getaway, but the paparazzi have caught wind of his visit. Ante Bosko, dressed in Orlando’s signature casual style—leather jacket, sunglasses, and a beanie—steps out of a café.
Paparazzi: (whispering excitedly) It’s him! It’s Orlando Bloom!
(They swarm Ante, cameras flashing and questions flying.)
Paparazzi: Orlando! Over here! What brings you to Croatia? Are you working on a new project?
Ante Bosko: (grinning and playing along) Just enjoying the sights, you know. Beautiful country, great food.
(Meanwhile, the real Orlando slips out of a side door, blending into the crowd unnoticed.)
Orlando Bloom: (chuckling to himself as he escapes) Ante, you’re a lifesaver.
This decoy plan could work wonders for Orlando, especially with Ante’s uncanny resemblance. Plus, it could make for a hilarious and heartwarming story when the truth comes out later!
Scene: A quiet café in Dubrovnik, where Orlando Bloom and Joe Jukic are sitting at a table by the window. Ante Bosko, looking exactly like Orlando, stands nearby, sipping a coffee and chatting with the barista. Orlando stares at him, still in disbelief.
Orlando Bloom: (leaning in toward Joe, whispering) I mean, it’s uncanny, Joe. I’ve seen doppelgangers before, but this guy… (gestures toward Ante) It’s like looking into a mirror from a different time.
Joe Jukic: (smiling) I know, right? I told you, Ante’s got that exact look. It’s like you’re long-lost brothers.
Orlando Bloom: (shaking his head) It’s not just the looks, Joe. The way he moves, the way he smiles… everything about him screams “me.” It’s like I’m seeing myself in a parallel universe.
Joe Jukic: (nodding) It’s wild, isn’t it? Ante’s got a whole story behind him too. He had soccer dreams once—big ones. But then… (pauses) he had a terrible injury.
Orlando Bloom: (leaning forward, intrigued) What happened?
Joe Jukic: (sighing) It was a nasty knee injury. Ruined his whole career. He was devastated at the time. But he bounced back in a different way. Instead of playing the game, he became a coach, working with kids. He’s got this energy about him that’s all about second chances, you know?
Orlando Bloom: (smiling softly) Sounds like someone who doesn’t give up easily.
Joe Jukic: Exactly. And despite everything, he still carries that same passion for the game. He might not have made it as a player, but he’s helping others chase their dreams now.
Orlando Bloom: (nodding thoughtfully) I can respect that. It’s not just about the game—it’s about what you do with the opportunity you have.
Joe Jukic: (chuckling) You two have more in common than just the looks, that’s for sure.
Narrator: As Orlando watches Ante, he sees more than just a doppelganger. He sees a man who, despite setbacks, kept moving forward. The two share a bond that goes beyond appearances, a shared resilience that speaks to their character. Perhaps this uncanny resemblance is a sign of something deeper—a reminder that even in the face of adversity, there’s always a way forward.