It's a great ending to a love story no doubt
but sell the script and rights to Fluke direct, and let them commission an independent talented film maker to shoot it
Don't give it to hollywood, they'll turn the whole thing into some grey shaded, incomprehensible pos,
and subject the innocent 87 to s e x, drugs, murder, dialogue mumbling, toilet humor, pointless scene changes and flashbacks that start, go and return nowhere,
with a last minute alien invasion thrown in for good measure... whereby the 87 gets thrown into an extra-terrestrial tradie's toolbox
(yo mofo earthlings!) and taken to another galaxy
How else will the sequel and prequel happen ?