The Butterfly Effect Page #5

TOMMY:

I thought I was the bad guy!

KAYLEIGH:

You are, silly. He's a bad sheriff.

Mr. Miller, holding a full glass of scotch in one hand, sets the circa-80's bulky video camera on a tripod and plugs it into the porta-deck.

EVAN:

We're really gonna be in a movie!?

MR. MILLER

That's right, Evan, and you get to be the star.

TOMMY:

I thought I was the star.

MR. MILLER

Shut up, moron. Now get in your costume, Evan. And you have to promise, your bestest super-duper promise, that this will be our little secret. Think you can do that?

Evan nods and sticks his arms straight up in the air. Mr. Miller downs his drink and helps Evan off with his clothes. Suddenly --

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INT. MILLER'S HOUSE - BASEMENT - DAY

Evan comes to in an unfamiliar place. The rec-room/basement. Evan's eyes dart from the fireplace to Mr. Miller's camera lens and finally to Kayleigh, whose ashen face trembles slightly.

Panic spreads across Evan's face.

EVAN:

Where am I? What happened? Where did we all go?

MR. MILLER

Calm down, kid. Stand still.

Evan backs up and awkwardly scurries around the basement, grabbing his clothes. Panicking.

EVAN:

I was just somewhere else - how did I get here?

MR. MILLER

Quit acting like some retard or I'll call your mother and tell her what a naughty little sh*t you've been.

EVAN:

Kayleigh? What happened?

Kayleigh's eyes are unable to leave the floor. She begins adjusting her disheveled clothing. Evan trembles.

EVAN:

What's wrong with me?

Tommy silently watches from the top of the basement stairs, absently wringing the head off one of his sister's dolls.

INT. SUNNYVALE INSTITUTION - DAY

Dr. Redfield places Evan's CAT-scan slides on the light box. Andrea squints, unable to interpret them.

DR. REDFIELD

Well, the good news is that the results are negative. I've found no evidence in the way of lesions, hemorrhaging, tumors...

ANDREA:

And the bad news?

DR. REDFIELD

Unfortunately, we've got nothing to work with. It's harder playing detective now.

ANDREA:

But you must have something to go on?

DR. REDFIELD

If I had to guess, I'd say the blackouts are stress related.

ANDREA:

But he's seven. What kind of stress can he have?

DR. REDFIELD

Plenty. Who knows? Maybe he's got severe coping problems about not having a father. Did you say the last blackout occurred when he was with his friend's dad.

ANDREA:

Come on, I doubt the answer's that simple.

DR. REDFIELD

You'd be surprised how often they are.

ANDREA:

Well, he has been pushing me to meet his father, but I've been putting it off.

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