[January 1, 2023. 9PM GMT. BBC One.]
A few people are standing at a newsstand, debating a headline: “Famous Net Tec’s PA & Wife Found Shot in Flat.”
– Didn’t the wife die already?
– Nah, that was just in the film that came out last year. She was still kicking till now far as I know. Didn’t they have that baby?
– Wait, that didn’t really happen?
– What, the whole MI6 assassin thing? Come on, he’s been making stuff up for ages, haven’t you noticed? Nothing’s ever in the papers about the cases, it’s just the blog. Well, and the graphic novels now. And the film.
– I heard the film wasn’t even written by the same guy, he just licensed it. They always sell out, don’t they.
– I heard it wasn’t even licensed, they’re saying he might take them to court–
– He’s taking them to court? He’s lucky Ian Fleming’s estate isn’t taking him to court for all the stuff he cribbed from James Bond, as if no one would notice–
– Fat chance of either happening now, seeing how he’s dead.
One of the crowd leaves to hail a cab. The driver has his collar up, a beanie pulled low over his eyes. The passenger gives their destination and settles in with their phone to read more about the sensational deaths, ignoring the cabbie completely. The camera lingers on the front of the cab, the rear-view mirror.
The cabbie is John, very much alive.
He pulls away from the curb and drives off with his fare, disappearing into London morning traffic.