The Butterfly Effect Page #7

Andrea hugs Evan, now in shock.

ANDREA:

I'm sorry, Evan. I'm sorry.

And ALARM sounds and Andrea tries to cover Evan's eyes, but through her fingers he can see a quick blur of a pool of blood spreading from Jason's head.

FADE TO BLACK.

FADE IN:

EXT. CEMETERY - DAY - 1989

Dressed in black, Andrea and Evan watch Jason's casket being lowered into the ground. Andrea's tears soak through her veil. A few feet back, Kayleigh stands behind Evan.

PRIEST:

Ashes to ashes...dust to dust.

Evan watches the coffin descend, disappearing from sight. Kayleigh steps up to Evan and takes his hand. A moment. And she softly whispers in Evan's ear.

KAYLEIGH:

You're better off anyway.

A rumble of thunder. Evan looks up at the brooding dark clouds.

EXT. CEMETERY - DUSK

Gray skies. Andrea drives the children home. Evan stares at the passing tombstones that flutter by like a white picket fence. The flickering strobe effect that intensifies into a white blur is hypnotic.

SLOWLY DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MILLER'S HOUSE - DAY - 1995

Bright and sunny. The lawn freshly cut. A Toro lawnmower has been carelessly left in the grass-strewn driveway.

TITLE:
SIX YEARS LATER

CRANE DOWN to the window of the --

INT. MILLER'S HOUSE - BASEMENT

Evan, Kayleigh, Tommy and Lenny are now THIRTEEN. Evan exhales cigarette smoke, taps his ash and finishes sketching a portrait of Kayleigh in his journal.

Tommy wears a leather jacket and now has traces of peach fuzz on his upper lip. Kayleigh's hair is longer now, albeit stringy and unkempt.

Evan closes his journal and coolly ignites a STRIKE-ANYWHERE MATCH with his thumb and lights Kayleigh's cigarette. Everyone but Lenny smokes in the basement.

Tommy, now with longer hair, ransacks his father's army locker looking for something.

EVAN:

Tommy, I'm bored shitless over here. What's up already?

TOMMY:

Hold your horses, man. It's here somewhere. I saw it when I was a kid.

Tommy absently chucks an old Playboy toward Lenny. Kayleigh seems uncomfortable by the sight of it.

KAYLEIGH:

(to Tommy)

We should go soon. If Dad catches us smoking down here, we're dead.

EVAN:

So let's go. This place creeps me out.

Evan claps his hands and stands up, Lenny and Kayleigh join him. Finally, Tommy shakes an old army thermos and hears something rattling inside.

TOMMY:

I knew it had something to do with the army.

Tommy opens the thermos, tips it over and a blockbuster (1/4 stick of dynamite) spills out. Tommy grins mischievously.

TOMMY:

Let's blow the sh*t out of something!

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