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Tomorrow Never Comes (Copy)
by John Bradley (johnrushbradley@hotmail.com)

Rated: R   Genre: Drama   User Review: **1/2
A man dies in a violent car wreck, only to have to relive his life, yesterday by yesterday.


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FADE IN:

EXT. STATE PENITENTIARY - DAY
                                                            
Rain hammers asphalt. Drips from razor wire atop a steep
fence. Dark clouds loom large over the massive structure.
                                                            
 
INT. PRISON INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY
                                                            
RANDY JENKINS, late (20's), dirty prison orange jumpsuit,
sullen eyes, physically fit, slumps in a chair. He picks at
jaundice-colored foam through a crack in the vinyl seat.
                                                            
PEN SCRATCHES fill the otherwise silent room.
                                                            
DR. PENELOPE ROBERTS, (30's), conservative black suit, sandy
hair in a tight bun, takes copious notes from her seat
caddy-corner to Randy.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
What year do you think it is?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Twenty eleven, I'm not crazy.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
So, how many times have we had
this conversation?
                                                            
                       RANDY
God, I don't even know anymore.
About two years going forward and
another two since things started
going back.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
That's quite a story.
                                                            
                       RANDY
When you live your life yesterday
by yesterday, it sort of changes
your perspective.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
Tell me about when your life
started going backwards.
                                                            
 

2.

INT. RANDY'S TRAILER BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
It all began the day I died.
                                                            
DRIP...DRIP...DRIP...
                                                            
Light emerges through the blinks of slowly opening eyes.
                                                            
Randy, now 30, disheveled, a face that reveals the burden of
a life poorly lived, groggily pops up and wipes water from
his face.
                                                            
A small cluttered bookshelf filled with dusty framed
pictures. Randy's eyes meet a picture of two kids, himself
and Brian Rivers, smiling in their baseball uniforms.
                                                            
Another drop hits his nose. He flails his arm, knocking to
the picture to the floor, cracking the glass frame.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Dammit, sorry Brian!
                                                            
He picks up the picture and a small pile of broken glass.
                                                            
His eyes shift to the nightstand. A puddle of water covers
his now dead alarm clock and cell phone.
                                                            
                       RANDY
No, no, no, no!
                                                            
He grabs his cell and slaps it with his hand. Nothing.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Son of a bitch.
                                                            
He hurries to the closet and grabs a pair of pants, falls
over as he attempts to put them on.
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRAILER KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM
                                                            
A pig's sty. Trash overflows the waste basket, dishes fill
the sink, and food stains the counter.
                                                            
He opens the fridge and regards a box of nauseatingly old
Chinese food. He grabs the box and smells. A disgusted look.
The box flies into the trash.
                                                            
                       RANDY
No time to eat....Shit, what time
is it?
                                                            
He hurries to his meager television and turns it on.
                                                            

3.

ON TELEVISION
                                                            
An Anchorwoman, JENNIFER ANDERSON, somber, sits at her
cheap, brown, plastic news desk. Sky blue wallpaper fills
the background.
                                                            
                       JENNIFER ANDERSON (V.O.)
Our top story this hour--new
details are emerging about
American Airlines Flight 947,
which crashed just outside Cedar
Falls two days ago in the early
morning hours.
                                                            
IMAGES
                                                            
of a horrific plane crash. A MANGLED PLANE in the middle of
a field. Dark overcast clouds. Police and Firefighters
examine smoldering wreckage.
                                                            
BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
POUNDING at the door. Randy groans, massages his forehead.
                                                            
More BANGS. Silverware rattles in the sink.
                                                            
Randy ambles to the door and swings it open. GERTY BROWN,
50's, short, obnoxious pink snowflake sweater, deep creases
on her sour face, takes a cigarette out of her mouth.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Morning.
                                                            
Gerty blows a cloud of smoke in his face.
                                                            
                       GERTY
Insufficient funds.
                                                            
Randy blinks.
                                                            
                       GERTY
Do I need to call your P.O.?
                                                            
                       RANDY
I get paid Friday, so I'll have it
by then at the latest. I mean
absolute latest.
                                                            
                       GERTY
Five-hundred-seventy-five dollars
in my hand by Friday or you'll be
living in a cardboard box.
                                                            

4.

Randy eyes the trailers surrounding his.
                                                            
                       RANDY
So, I'm getting an upgrade?
                                                            
Getty drops her cigarette in his coffee. She stalks away.
Randy, indifferent, steps back inside and closes the door.
                                                            
THE PHONE RINGS. His machine answers.
                                                            
                       DONNA (V.O.)
Randy, you there? Why aren't you
answering your cell? I'm just
calling to make sure you know we
are leaving at seven-thirty a.m.
on the dot. Georgia's a long ways
away and Henry wont have many
chances to see you...
                                                            
Randy's brow scrunches. He takes a pen and writes "7:30" on
his hand.
                                                            
 
EXT. TRAILER PARK - MORNING
                                                            
Randy sits in his red rusty Mazda pickup, CRANKS an engine
that won't turn over. Randy slumps. Turns the key again.
CRANK CRANK CRA--
                                                            
 
INT. SWIFT CO MEAT CUTTING ROOM - DAY
                                                            
A MACHINE LOUDLY RIPS THROUGH COW FLESH
                                                            
Randy fidgets with his apron, hustles through the large
warehouse. Slabs of beef everywhere.
                                                            
Randy gets in an assembly line. He puts on goggles and pulls
out a knife.
                                                            
The man next to him, BOBBY, large, with thick sideburns and
decked in the same uniform, turns.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
You forget to turn the volume up
on the alarm again?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Nah, snooze button today.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
I swear Randy, you're gonna be
late for your own funeral.
                                                            

5.

                       RANDY
Alright mom, take it easy.
                                                            
Bobby scoffs.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
Alberto was looking for you.
                                                            
Randy takes a tone of mock nervousness.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm shaking like a turkey on
Thanksgiving eve. Alberto can go
fu--
                                                            
Bobby COUGHS into his fist. Randy takes the hint.
                                                            
He turns. ALBERTO, short, thin, wearing a suit and glasses
stands behind him.
                                                            
Alberto raises his fingers and motions Randy to follow.
Randy slinks towards him.
                                                            
 
INT. ALBERTO'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Sand sifts through a miniature hourglass on the desk.
                                                            
Alberto leans forward in a comfy leather chair on the boss's
side. Randy sits across from him, in a small plastic chair.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Traffic was really bad.
                                                            
Alberto purses his lips and shakes his head.
                                                            
                       ALBERTO
You look worse than the ground
chuck we threw out Tuesday...smell
worse too.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Must be my new cologne.
                                                            
                       ALBERTO
I'm a nice guy, I try to do what I
can for people. There are
twenty-eight other felons working
here and they show up on time. I'm
sorry, I have no choice but to let
you go.
                                                            

6.

Randy looks at the hour glass. The last grains of sand slip
to the bottom.
                                                            
 
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAY
                                                            
Randy pulls his truck to a stop and gets out.
                                                            
He meanders across the street to the most run down house on
the block.
                                                            
A rusty blue 72 Camero with a racing stripe sits in the
driveway.
                                                            
He gets to the door and KNOCKS.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Justin? You home?
                                                            
No answer.
                                                            
 
INT. JUSTIN'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Cheap mismatched furniture litter a man cave.
                                                            
The door opens and Randy steps in. A paint can, attached to
a wire, drops down and THUMPS him on the head, staggers him.
                                                            
A DARK FIGURE grabs Randy and hurls him to the ground. Gets
on top of him and raises a baseball bat.
                                                            
Randy looks into the maniacal eyes of JUSTIN COOPER, 30's,
dirty blond, a fuck the world attitude which probably
explains the fresh shiner on his left eye.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Justin, it's me! It's Randy!
                                                            
Randy groggily rubs his head. Justin lowers the bat and
stands.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
      (jokes)
Sorry, if I knew it was you I
would have used a cinder block.
                                                            
Randy shuffles to the couch and takes a seat. A glass mirror
with a line of coke rests on the table.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You haven't been answering your
phone.
                                                            

7.

                       JUSTIN
Yeah, I've had things going on.
                                                            
Randy regards Justin's black eye.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Listen, I was wondering if I could
get some of that money I loaned
you a little early?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Wish I could, it's all tied up in
medical fees. Damn doctors. You
know I'm good for it.
                                                            
                       RANDY
How's your dad doing?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Same old cantankerous shit, plus
colon cancer.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Sounds like life's shitty all
around.
                                                            
Justin sits and puts his arm around Randy.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Let's go out tonight, on me.
                                                            
 
INT. THE POUR HOUSE - NIGHT
                                                            
The bar hops with PEOPLE and MUSIC.
                                                            
Three guys play pool at the nearest table. Two older biker
chicks by the jukebox skim through songs.
                                                            
The bar is filled, elbow to elbow with drinks in front. A
BASEBALL GAME ON TELEVISION.
                                                            
Randy, Justin, and Bobby recline at their table with a
basket of chips, two empty pitchers of beer and a third
that's half empty.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I just can't believe they would
take him away like that. What's a
kid supposed to do without his
dad?
                                                            

8.

                       JUSTIN
It's a raw deal.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
Why Georgia?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Clay's taking some sheriff's job
in a Podunk town out there. Pays
fifteen thousand more than he's
making here.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Prick gets promoted for bustin'
kids doing the same shit he did.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Clay used to be a real cool guy,
wonder what happened to him?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Shit if I know.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
      (to Randy)
Let me see some chips.
                                                            
Randy extends his right arm. A LOUD POP. Randy recoils,
grabs his right shoulder, winces in pain.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
Jesus, what happened?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Rotator cuff.
                                                            
Justin hands the chips to Bobby.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Bottom of the ninth, division
championship on the line, against
Richmond, their third baseman
drove one deep to the wall, I went
up to get it, slammed my shoulder.
Haven't played since.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
Damn shame.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (proud)
Yeah, but we won. Can't take that
away.
                                                            

9.

                       BOBBY
Knowing what you do now, would you
do that play over again?
                                                            
Randy's eyes shift back and forth, pondering.
                                                            
The front door to the bar opens. LUANNE, striking, slim,
early (20's) and two friends, BRUNETTE AND REDHEAD saunter
in. Justin notices.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Looky what the kitty-kat dragged
in.
                                                            
Bobby and Randy turn. The three women notice. Luanne shoots
Randy a flirtatious smile.
                                                            
Randy looks down at the "7:30" printed on his hand, stands
up.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Sorry guys, I got a big day
tomorrow.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
C'mon, don't leave me alone with
Bobby as a wing man.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
Thanks.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Just stay for one drink.
                                                            
Randy's eyes contemplate.
                                                            
 
INT. POUR HOUSE - LATER
                                                            
Randy and Luanne, away from everyone else at the bar, pound
a shot and slam the glasses down.
                                                            
                       LUANNE
Sounds like you're having a really
shitty day.
                                                            
Randy ogles her up and down.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I think it will end better than it
started.
                                                            

10.

                       LUANNE
I have a confession.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What's that?
                                                            
                       LUANNE
My little brother used to have
your poster in his room.
(smiles)
I can't wait to tell him what we
did tonight.
                                                            
 
EXT. DIRT ROAD - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy speeds his truck down a dark, isolated dirt road. LOUD
MUSIC PLAYS.
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK
                                                            
Luanne, in the passenger seat, bobs her head in Randy's lap.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (euphorically)
Oh yeah, baby.
                                                            
Randy has a distant, pleasured look as he leans back and
closes his eyes.
                                                            
INTERCUT
                                                            
DONNA JENKINS, (30's), radiant, sweet natured, stands
glowing in her wedding dress. She smiles as Randy, dressed
in his tux, nervously approaches.
                                                            
It's Christmas day and they open presents. A red and green
glowing tree illuminates the joyful image.
                                                            
BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
The truck drifts. Randy quickly opens his eyes and grabs the
wheel. Luanne keeps going, oblivious.
                                                            
Randy's eyes flutter shut. He loses consciousness.
                                                            
EXT. DIRT ROAD
                                                            
The truck swerves one way and then another. It loses
control, turns sideways and FLIPS VIOLENTLY end over end.
                                                            
The pickup tumbles to a stop in a FURY OF SMOKE.
                                                            

11.

INT. RANDY'S TRUCK
                                                            
Luanne's body lies contorted, covered in blood.
                                                            
Randy struggles to move, gravely injured.
                                                            
His eyebrows shoot up, mortified, as he sees Luanne.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What have I done?
                                                            
Randy labors to breathe. He takes one last gulp of air and
his eyes close.
                                                            
A BRIGHT WHITE LIGHT ENVELOPS THE SCREEN
                                                            
 
EXT. FILMORE PARK - DAY
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Tell me about your father.
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
His name was Keith Baum Jenkins --
he was my hero.
                                                            
RANDY (CHILD), an outgoing 8 year old in jeans and a Little
League jersey, tosses a baseball to...
                                                            
KEITH JENKINS, strong, burly, tall, early 30s, catches the
ball in a love worn mitt with a solid THUMP.
                                                            
They continue to casually toss the ball back and forth.
                                                            
                       KEITH
You have a favorite player?
                                                            
                       RANDY (CHILD)
I don't know?
                                                            
                       KEITH
C'mon, everybody's got a favorite!
Mine was Hank Aaron, the home run
king. Always came up big in the
biggest moments.
                                                            
Randy's brow furrows.
                                                            
                       RANDY (CHILD)
I guess Ken Griffey Jr.
                                                            

12.

                       KEITH
So you wanna play outfield?
                                                            
                       RANDY (CHILD)
Yeah, it looks fun.
                                                            
                       KEITH
Better run for this one!
                                                            
Keith winds up and Randy takes off. Keith lobs the ball.
Randy's legs pump as hard as they can.
                                                            
Randy jumps. The ball barely sails over his mitt. Randy
reaches his bare hand and miraculously grabs the ball as he
hits the ground.
                                                            
                       KEITH
That was amazing!
                                                            
 
EXT. FILMORE PARK - DAY
                                                            
An autographed "Ken Griffey Jr." baseball gripped in a hand.
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
People said he was crazy for
letting me play with that ball.
                                                            
RANDY (TEEN), (13), dirty baseball uniform, glove in hand,
tosses the ball to BRIAN RIVERS, (13), vibrant, outgoing,
same uniform.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
You have no idea what you're
talking about!
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
I'm an expert! Sides, you're
picky, you won't even touch
ketchup.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
Tomato is an overrated fruit and
Big League Chew is not better than
Bazooka!
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
You're crazy.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
Hey, your mom's here.
                                                            
Randy turns.
                                                            

13.

A blue van speeds into the lot and parks. LUCY JENKINS, late
30's, sensible and thin, exits the van. Her face is a
pathetic mess of despair.
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
That was the day he died. I still
don't drive on the 380 if I can
help it.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
I can't imagine what that must
have been like.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Blackness.
                                                            
DRIP...DRIP...DRIP...
                                                            
Light emerges through the blinks of slowly opening eyes.
                                                            
Randy, stunned, flips out of the lumpy bed onto the floor
and eyes the room, brows raised, jaw open.
                                                            
He scans the room. He rubs his forearm, making sure he is
real.
                                                            
                       RANDY
No little angels playing harps?
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRAILER KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM
                                                            
Randy peers warily through the bedroom door.
                                                            
He shuffles into the kitchen and opens the fridge. He
freezes at the sight of the old Chinese food, regards it
poorly. The box flies into the trash.
                                                            
Randy pours himself a glass of old coffee and takes a couple
Advil.
                                                            
Randy turns on the
                                                            
TELEVISION
                                                            
Jennifer Anderson sits at her desk, somber.
                                                            
                       JENNIFER ANDERSON (V.O.)
Our top story at this hour--new
details are emerging about
American Airlines Flight 947,
            (MORE)

14.

                       JENNIFER ANDERSON (cont'd)
which crashed just outside Cedar
Falls two days ago in the early
morning hours.
                                                            
IMAGES
                                                            
of a horrific plane crash. A mangled plane in the middle of
a field. Dark overcast clouds. Police and Firefighters
examine smoldering wreckage.
                                                            
RANDY
                                                            
Randy watches the news in disbelief.
                                                            
POUNDING at the door. Randy turns and hurries to the door.
                                                            
BANG BANG BANG! Silverware rattles in the sink. Randy swings
the door open to reveal Gerty Brown, who removes the
cigarette from her mouth.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (confused)
What now?
                                                            
                       GERTY
Insufficient funds.
                                                            
Randy looks past her. There's his truck, not wrecked.
                                                            
                       GERTY
Do I need to call your P.O.?
                                                            
                       RANDY
We talked about this yesterday.
                                                            
Gerty shoots him an acid look.
                                                            
                       GERTY
Don't even start, cowboy. I'm not
in the mood.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I told you I get paid Friday--
                                                            
                       GERTY
--You haven't told me anything!
Friday, have the money then or
you'll be living in a cardboard
box.
                                                            
Randy is unsure what to say. She reaches to put her
cigarette in Randy's coffee, but he quickly pulls away.
                                                            

15.

                       RANDY
I got it.
                                                            
She stalks away. Randy goes back inside and closes the door.
                                                            
The PHONE RINGS. Once again, Randy does not answer. The
machine picks up.
                                                            
                       DONNA (V.O.)
Randy, you there? Why aren't you
answering your cell? I'm just
calling to let you know we are
leaving at seven thirty a.m. on
the dot...
                                                            
                       RANDY
What the hell's going on?
                                                            
 
INT. SWIFTCO MEAT CUTTING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
A MACHINE LOUDLY RIPS THROUGH COW FLESH
                                                            
Randy adjusts his apron as he hurries through the large
warehouse. Slabs of beef everywhere.
                                                            
Randy gets in a line. He puts on his goggles and pulls out
his knife.
                                                            
Bobby, standing next to Randy, turns.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
You forget to turn the volume up
on your alarm again?
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (unsure)
It was the snooze today.
                                                            
Bobby cuts into a slab of meat. Randy turns and sees Alberto
approach.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
I swear Randy, you're gonna be
late for your own funeral.
                                                            
 
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAY
                                                            
Randy pulls his truck to a stop and gets out. He stares down
Justin's front door, a curious, yet expecting look.
                                                            
He makes his way to the porch and stops. He KNOCKS.
                                                            

16.

                       RANDY
      (unsure)
Justin?
                                                            
No answer.
                                                            
Randy opens the door, but doesn't enter. The paint can
crashes to the floor, just misses Randy.
                                                            
Justin rushes in with a baseball bat. He quickly lowers it,
surprised.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Randy?
                                                            
 
INT. THE POUR HOUSE - NIGHT
                                                            
The bar hops with PEOPLE and MUSIC.
                                                            
Three guys play pool at the nearest table. Two older biker
chicks by the jukebox skim through songs.
                                                            
The bar is filled, elbow to elbow with drinks in front of
them. A BASEBALL GAME ON TELEVISION.
                                                            
Randy, Justin, and Bobby sit at their table. Two empty
pitchers in front of them and a third that's on its way.
Randy fidgets uncomfortably.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
So how did you get that black eye?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
      (brags)
I got into it with these two fags
at Dennigan's. You should see what
they look like.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
Shit, you're always getting into
trouble.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
      (to Randy)
What's up your ass tonight?
                                                            
                       RANDY
I've been having the craziest case
of deja vu all day. I can't shake
it.
                                                            

17.

                       BOBBY
      (chuckles)
Shoulda worn a condom.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
That's when you dream something
before it happens, you dumb shit.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
Dumb shit? You're the one who left
the stove on and almost burnt his
house down.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Faulty pilot light, not my fault.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
It never is. Hey Randy, let me see
some chips.
                                                            
Randy extends his right arm, thinks better of it, then grabs
them with his left. He hands them to Bobby.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
Thanks buddy.
                                                            
The front door to the bar opens and Luanne, Brunette and
Redhead enter. Randy stares at Luanne in shock as she
saunters towards the bar.
                                                            
Randy's stomach curls. He pops up, knocks his chair over.
                                                            
HYPERVENTILATING. Randy squeezes his hands against his
skull.
                                                            
                       RANDY
This can't be happening. This
can't be happening.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Whoa, whoa, settle down, boy.
                                                            
                       BOBBY
You doin' alright?
                                                            
                       RANDY
No, I'm not DOING ALRIGHT, GOD
DAMMIT!
                                                            
The talking has stopped. All eyes on Randy. MUSIC from the
jukebox is the only sound.
                                                            

18.

                       BOBBY
What the hell's wrong with you?
                                                            
Randy clumsily stumbles, knocks over anything in his way,
passes Luanne. They exchange a glance before Randy bolts out
the door.
                                                            
 
EXT. RANDY'S TRAILER PORCH - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy paces back and forth. A cigarette smolders in his
mouth. The trailer is located in a poor, redneck park,
several other trailers surround his.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What the fuck is going on?
                                                            
Randy takes a deep drag and sits on his steps.
                                                            
                       RANDY
God damn episode of the X-Files.
Everything was fucking the same!
Everything!
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRAILER BEDROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy stares at a photo of Donna and Henry, smiling. He
places it down.
                                                            
Randy takes his shoes off and shuffles to the bed. He gets
under the covers and shuts off his lamp.
                                                            
DRIP...DRIP...
                                                            
                       RANDY
God dammit!
                                                            
 
EXT. TEEN RANDY'S PORCH - DAY
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
Randy (Teen) sits on the steps leading to the front door. He
gently tosses the Ken Griffey Jr. baseball.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Tell me about that first year
after your dad passed?
                                                            
Lucy comes through the front door, cigarette in hand.
                                                            

19.

                       LUCY
Jamie's putting the frosting on
the cake, she'd love it if you
helped.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
      (sarcastic)
When does the clown get here?
                                                            
                       LUCY
You think your sister or I are in
a party mood either? We love you.
It's a special day.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
I'm too old for a party.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Your sister made the cake herself,
it'd mean a lot to her if you
pretended like it mattered.
                                                            
Brian, backpack on, approaches down the street on his bike.
Randy and Lucy turn.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
      (tentative)
Hey, guys.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Hi, Brian.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
What are you doing here?
                                                            
Brian parks his bike and removes his helmet.
                                                            
                       LUCY
I invited him. You can't spend the
rest of your life in your room by
yourself.
                                                            
Randy stands and marches in the house. Brian and Lucy
exchange looks of disappointment.
                                                            
 
INT. TEEN RANDY'S LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Randy's fingers part the venetian blinds. Outside, Brian and
Lucy exchange concerned words. Brian opens his backpack and
gives Lucy a brightly wrapped gift.
                                                            
Teen Randy lets the blinds shut.
                                                            

20.

                       RANDY (V.O.)
I started pulling away from
everyone, my mom, sister, even my
best friend.
                                                            
The door opens. JAMIE (Kid), a sweet blonde who hides her
hurt behind a cheery exterior, enters with a cake, candles
lit, a smile. Randy gives her a contemptuous look.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRAILER BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
MUSIC PLAYS
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Then you were back...again?
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
I thought it would be the next
day. But that would be one I'd
never see.
                                                            
Light emerges through the blinks of slowly opening eyes.
                                                            
Randy fumbles to turn the ALARM off. Alone in bed, he
springs up.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Shit! No, no, no! I'm late!
                                                            
He stumbles out of bed to his closet and frantically puts on
clothes.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - MORNING
                                                            
Randy rips down a quiet, neighborhood street. Dodges a
PAPERBOY on a bike.
                                                            
He checks his watch: "7:29 a.m."
                                                            
                       RANDY
Donna's gonna kill me.
                                                            
He lurches up to the curb in front of a cozy little
two-story house. He eyes a mid-size S.U.V. and U-Haul in the
driveway.
                                                            
Randy grabs the handle but pauses when the front door to the
house opens.
                                                            

21.

CLAY THOMPSON, (30's), stubbly beard, cowboy hat, easily
mistakable for a Levi's Jeans model, carrying an orange toy
gun, hurries out.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What the--?
                                                            
Clay turns and aims as a hail of darts PEPPER him. He drops
to his knees, clutches his chest.
                                                            
HENRY JENKINS, (11), appears in the doorway. He triumphantly
holsters the dart gun in his waistband. Behind him, Donna
shoos him out the door.
                                                            
                       CLAY
You got me!
                                                            
Randy hops out of the truck.
                                                            
EXT. DRIVEWAY
                                                            
Henry, Donna and Clay walk towards the SUV. Randy jogs up
the pavement.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Hey! Hey! I made it!
                                                            
Everyone looks up, shocked.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I caught you guys before you left.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Randy? What are you doing here?
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm glad you're running late.
Henry, great to see you.
                                                            
Randy rubs the top of Henry's head.
                                                            
                       HENRY
      (wary)
Hey, Randy.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You can call me Dad, you know?
                                                            
                       HENRY
I know, Randy.
                                                            
                       DONNA
We're not running late.
                                                            

22.

                       RANDY
Really?
                                                            
                       DONNA
      (irritated)
We're leaving the day after
tomorrow -- I've left a dozen
messages.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I got them! You said Friday!
                                                            
There's an awkward pause. Everyone's confused.
                                                            
                       CLAY
Hey, Henry, would you get the
extra darts from the upstairs bin?
                                                            
Henry's gaze flickers amongst the adults.
                                                            
                       HENRY
Fine.
                                                            
Henry scuttles away.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What's going on? What's the
problem?
                                                            
                       CLAY
I was actually about to ask the
same thing.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm here to see you guys off and
you're treating me like a space
alien.
                                                            
Donna and Clay exchange glances.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Clay, would you give us a minute?
                                                            
                       CLAY
Sure, I'll keep Henry inside.
                                                            
Clay departs. Donna turns to Randy, speaks quietly.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Are you high again? I told you, I
won't let you see Henry like that.
                                                            

23.

                       RANDY
What? No, I promise I'm not!
                                                            
                       DONNA
Maybe you should call Dr. Roberts.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Maybe you should stop treating me
like a crazy person.
                                                            
                       DONNA
What day of the week do you think
it is?
                                                            
Randy, mouth ajar, shakes his head. He demurs.
                                                            
                       DONNA
It's Wednesday.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Then where are you going?
                                                            
                       DONNA
Not that it's your business but we
were driving down to have lunch
with Clay's mother.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Oh.
                                                            
                       DONNA
If you want to visit Henry
tomorrow call me tonight when
you've calmed down and sorted
things out.
                                                            
No answer. Donna struts back to the house. Randy watches
helplessly.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - NIGHT
                                                            
COMMERCIALS PLAY on the radio.
                                                            
Randy's eyes glazed, his face pale and sweaty, shakes his
head.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Fuck Donna! I can't believe she
thought I was on drugs.
                                                            
Randy leans down and takes a line of cocaine off a pocket
mirror.
                                                            

24.

Randy rummages through his glove box.
                                                            
Amidst the junk he emerges with a business card: "Dr.
Penelope Roberts".
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (mimics Donna)
I think you should call Dr.
Roberts.
                                                            
The commercials end. Guitar fades in. A short melody plucked
in quick succession. A keyboard washes over it. Randy's eyes
light up.
                                                            
He spots a lighter on the passenger seat. He glances in the
rear view at a gas can in the truck bed. He crumples Dr.
Roberts' card and tosses it.
                                                            
                       RANDY
She wants to treat me like I'm
crazy! I'll show her crazy!
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRAILER BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Randy throws his crummy posters on top of a pile of junk
amassed on his bed. Then his baseball trophies. Bathroom
stuff, towels, dishes. He tosses anything he can find.
                                                            
All the while, Randy SINGS merrily, badly, maniacally.
                                                            
                       RANDY
WATCH OUT! You might get what
you're after! Cool, baby! Dreams
walking in broad daylight! I'm an
ordinary guy!
                                                            
He picks up the can of gasoline.
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRAILER KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM
                                                            
Randy leaves a trail of gasoline as he backs in toward a
second heap of junk on the sofa.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Here's your ticket, pack your
bags, it's time for jumpin'
overboard! Transportation is here!
                                                            
He inverts the can over the sofa and bangs out every last
drop. SHOUTS a lyric each time he smacks it.
                                                            

25.

                       RANDY
There! Has! Got! To Be! A! Way!
                                                            
He chucks the can at the t.v. set, knocking it over. He
moves to the front door, pulls the lighter. SPARKS it.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Burning down the house!
                                                            
 
EXT. RANDY'S TRAILER - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy strolls out his door. Flames cook the trailer's wooden
frame. He reaches his truck and gets in.
                                                            
Gerty, bathrobe on, hurries from her trailer and down the
driveway.
                                                            
                       GERTY
What the hell's going on?
                                                            
Randy starts the truck. He rolls his window down.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Rent's going to be late this
month.
                                                            
                       GERTY
You son of a--!
                                                            
Randy rolls his window up and pulls the truck away. A thick
plume of smoke billows behind him.
                                                            
 
EXT. ISOLATED PARK - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy lies on a steel bench, scared and shivering. A picture
of Henry and Donna, the autographed baseball, and the
picture of Brian are bundled in his arms.
                                                            
 
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
Scores of kids pour through the hall. Randy (Teen) among
them. He spots Brian at his locker, shuffles towards him.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
So you burned everything except
for those three things. A gift
from your father, a picture of
your wife and son. But why that
            (MORE)

26.

                       DR. ROBERTS (cont'd)
particular photo?
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
Brian was like family. Like a
brother. I was drowning and he
kept throwing me lifelines.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Hey.
                                                            
Brian turns.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
Look who's back at school.
                                                            
An awkward pause.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Thanks for the Mariners' tickets.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
I know, it's cool, huh? We finally
get to see Griffey play.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
One month away, I'm excited. My
dad promised to take me to a game
of his.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
I'm glad we get to go.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Randy lies in bed asleep. ALARM CLOCK BEEPS. He groggily
opens his eyes and looks at the time, "6:30am".
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (mumbles)
What the--? No...no...no.
                                                            
Randy pulls the alarm clock to his face, mystified. He turns
the BEEPING off and gets out of bed.
                                                            
 

27.

INT. RANDY'S TRAILER KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Randy slinks in. His movements are careful and measured. He
picks up a dirty pan on the counter, as if to defend
himself. He opens the fridge.
                                                            
The box of Chinese food is back. Like the villain in a
horror movie, it just won't go away.
                                                            
To his surprise, the food is fresh.
                                                            
Randy puts the food down and steps into the living room. He
grabs the remote and turns on the
                                                            
TELEVISION
                                                            
Jennifer Anderson sits at her news desk, prim and proper as
always.
                                                            
                       JENNIFER ANDERSON
Our top story this morning, the
numbers for last night's record
lottery are--
                                                            
Randy's wheels turn.
                                                            
 
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - MORNING
                                                            
Randy's truck tears down the highway. Rain pelts a sign:
Highway 380".
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK
                                                            
Randy presses his cell phone to his ear.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (desperate)
No, listen, you can't let flight
947 leave!
(sighs)
I know threatening an aircraft is
a felony! I'm not prank calling!
Something very bad is gonna
happen.
(slaps his head)
Don't hang up on me!
                                                            
Randy's face droops. He tosses his phone on the passenger
seat.
                                                            
 

28.

EXT. REMOTE FIELD - MORNING
                                                            
Randy plows his truck through a hilly field. Rain drizzles
down. THUNDER and LIGHTNING illuminate the sky. No one else
in sight.
                                                            
The truck crawls to a stop.
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK
                                                            
Randy KILLS THE ENGINE; lights turn off. He opens the door.
                                                            
EXT. REMOTE FIELD
                                                            
Randy hops out and gazes at the lonely darkness.
                                                            
Water drips down his brow, his eyes narrowed and lips
clinched. He checks his watch.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm crazy. I've got to be fucking
crazy.
                                                            
A STRONG GUST OF WIND BLOWS THROUGH.
                                                            
Randy looks up.
                                                            
On the horizon a bright, blinking airplane light flashes
rheumatically. It moves closer, through the clouds.
                                                            
Randy's mouth jitters.
                                                            
METAL TEARS from the plane. The blinking light descends
rapidly.
                                                            
Randy leaps off his truck. The pouring rain has turned the
ground into a mud bath. He stumbles towards the driver's
door.
                                                            
LOUD MECHANICAL NOISES rip through the air. It's on a crash
course with Randy.
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK
                                                            
Randy opens the door and jumps in. He fumbles to get the
keys. He jams them in the ignition and STARTS THE ENGINE.
The lights pop on.
                                                            
REAR VIEW MIRROR
                                                            
The reflection of the airplane tail spins down to earth.
                                                            

29.

                       RANDY (O.S.)
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
                                                            
Randy hits the gas. The ENGINE REVS LOUDLY.
                                                            
EXT. REMOTE FIELD
                                                            
The TRUCK SPITS MUD as it tears away.
                                                            
The airplane spirals down. One of the wings breaks off and
slingshots to the ground, narrowly missing Randy. He swerves
over a hill and several bumps.
                                                            
A FIERY EXPLOSION. Chunks of metal and earth fly in every
visible direction.
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK
                                                            
Randy's chest heaves with panicked breaths.
                                                            
EXT. REMOTE FIELD
                                                            
The truck stops a safe distance away.
                                                            
ROARING FLAMES engulf the wreckage.
                                                            
Randy opens the truck door and steps out. A WOMAN'S SCREAM
VIOLENTLY ECHOES through the field. Randy sprints towards
the plane.
                                                            
An EXPLOSION rocks the wreckage. A fireball shoots towards
Randy. He dives to the ground, narrowly avoids the flames.
                                                            
RANDY'S
                                                            
jaw contorts and scrunches. The sickly glow of SMOLDERING
FIRE reflects off his face.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Randy drives down a country road. Flames from the plane
crash glow in the background.
                                                            
Fire Trucks, Ambulances, and Police Cars race towards the
wreck, SIRENS BLARE. They pass and fade into the distance.
                                                            
Randy sobs, his face contorted in a pathetic mess.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (quickly)
Holy shit! What do I do? What do I
do?
                                                            

30.

Randy wipes his tears. A sudden look of realization.
                                                            
 
INT. DONNA AND CLAY'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Rows of scattered moving boxes fill the room. Donna and
Henry meander about, finishing the last of the packing.
                                                            
Henry reaches in a box and pulls out a picture of Brian and
Donna (Teen), all smiles, at a small town carnival.
                                                            
Donna approaches, notices the photo.
                                                            
                       HENRY
Who's that?
                                                            
                       DONNA
That's me and your Uncle Brian.
                                                            
                       HENRY
How come we never see him?
                                                            
                       DONNA
He's not with us anymore.
                                                            
Donna's smile flattens, eyes water.
                                                            
RAPID KNOCKS AT THE DOOR
                                                            
Donna hurries to the door and answers. Randy stands there,
soaked from head to toe, a total train wreck.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Randy! What the blazes are you
doing here?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Nice to see you too.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Come inside -- you're soaking wet.
                                                            
Donna ushers him inside. Henry curiously ogles his father.
                                                            
                       HENRY
Hey, Randy.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Henry!
                                                            
Randy gives him a gigantic hug, soaking him too.
                                                            

31.

                       DONNA
Henry, go finish packing your room
while your dad and I talk.
                                                            
Henry scuttles to his room.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Clay here?
                                                            
                       DONNA
He just left a minute ago. What's
wrong? You wouldn't be here unless
something's wrong.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Donna, you're the only person in
the world I trust.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Boy, you really do have problems.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm being serious!
                                                            
                       DONNA
Whatever's going on, you can tell
me.
                                                            
Randy turns away; blinks back the water brimming in his
eyes.
                                                            
                       DONNA
You alright?
                                                            
He opens his mouth; it takes a while before the words come
out.
                                                            
                       RANDY
No, I'm not alright! I died three
days ago and everyday since has
gone backwards!
                                                            
Donna looks at him as if he has lost his mind.
                                                            
                       DONNA
      (slowly)
You died and every day is going
backwards?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Yeah.
                                                            

32.

Donna stares at Randy in an almost rage. Randy looks back
pleadingly.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Are you high right now? You are,
aren't you? What is it this
time--speed, is it speed or is it
coke?
                                                            
Randy leans back and raises his hands.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm not on drugs!
                                                            
                       DONNA
Cause you sound like you are.
                                                            
                       RANDY
That's the God's honest truth!
                                                            
                       DONNA
You don't believe in God.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Well, I'm not.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Can I test you?
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (frustrated)
I knew this was a mistake.
                                                            
Randy marches towards the door.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Randy, get back here!
(flustered)
You come in here, looking like a
complete train wreck and tell me
you're a time traveler, how do you
expect me to react?
                                                            
Randy stops, turns around. Desperate.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I know I sound crazy, but this is
really happening to me!
                                                            
                       DONNA
Ok, ok calm down, we'll figure
this out.
                                                            

33.

                       HENRY (O.S.)
Mom?
                                                            
                       DONNA
I'll be right there.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm sorry.
                                                            
                       DONNA
I have some pop and juice. Help
yourself.
                                                            
Donna stands and heads up the stairs. Randy goes to the
fridge, looks through it, grabs a small bottle of orange
juice.
                                                            
Randy meanders sadly around the boxed up room. He notices
the photo of Donna and Brian, picks it up. Donna talks O.S.
                                                            
A few seconds later Donna comes back down the stairs.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I just, I just don't know what to
do, Donna.
                                                            
                       DONNA
      (pleads)
You need to get help.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Thanks for hearing me out. Most
exes would have called the cops by
now.
                                                            
Randy curiously eyes Donna. She has guilty written all over.
                                                            
The front door flies open. Clay enters. Randy's eyes shift
back and forth.
                                                            
                       CLAY
Randy, can you come with me, old
buddy?
                                                            
Randy looks at Donna in disbelief.
                                                            
                       DONNA
I'm sorry! I didn't know what to
do! He's just taking you to get
help.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Like hell he is.
                                                            

34.

Clay approaches. Randy bolts to the back door. Clay gives
chase and tackles him from behind.
                                                            
                       RANDY
No!
                                                            
Clay slaps the cuffs on him.
                                                            
 
INT. PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL BEDROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Light blue paint, tinted windows, a depressingly small
shower.
                                                            
Randy sits on the bed in his plain psychiatric bedroom,
dressed in a blue gown, with the fuzzy green hospital socks.
His face is granite.
                                                            
A KNOCK AT THE DOOR
                                                            
Dr. Roberts comes in and plops down next to Randy.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
I came to check on you.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Thanks.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
Why did I get a phone call at
nine-thirty at night saying you're
at Glen View?
                                                            
                       RANDY
I needed a vacation and Disneyland
was just out of my price range.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
You came to the wrong place for a
vacation.
                                                            
Emotion floods Randy like a wave.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I don't even know how to begin--
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
Start with why you were at your
wife's house.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (babbles)
There was a plane crash--it
happened right in front of me. I
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35.

                       RANDY (cont'd)
knew it was going to happen...
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
You saw the crash? You knew it was
going to happen?
                                                            
                       RANDY
I don't know what to say.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
I'm here to help.
                                                            
Randy relaxes and shrugs his shoulders.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Ok, why not? I'm not going to be
here tomorrow anyway.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
What's that supposed to mean?
                                                            
                       RANDY
It means that I am going to fall
asleep here, tonight and when I
wake up it'll be yesterday and
I'll be back at my house.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
I'm not following.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I died three days ago. Actually, I
died three days from now when I
wrecked my truck.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
So you died in a car crash and
then woke up in your Serta?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Can I ask you a question?
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
Sure.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What if my life really is going
backwards? What if this is really
happening?
                                                            

36.

                       DR. ROBERTS
Randy, I, I can't validate these
delusions.
                                                            
The DOOR BLASTS OPEN. Two FBI AGENTS enter.
                                                            
                       AGENT ONE
Randy Jenkins?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Yeah?
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
      (sternly)
You can't be in here.
                                                            
The Agents swiftly grab Randy and cuff him.
                                                            
                       AGENT ONE
You're coming with us.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
What the hell's going on?
                                                            
                       AGENT TWO
We need to speak to Mr. Jenkins.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I tried to warn you! I tried to
tell you it would happen!
                                                            
Randy struggles as the two Agents drag him out. Dr. Roberts
stares dumbfounded.
                                                            
 
EXT. RIVERS' HOUSE - EVENING
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
Randy (Teen) drops over a chain link fence onto the
manicured lawn. He looks up as a shadow moves past back-lit
curtains.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
What did Brian think when he found
out you were dating Donna?
                                                            
Randy scans the porcelain figurines that dot the landscape.
He approaches a rosy-cheeked rascal aiming a slingshot and
tips it, grabs the key underneath.
                                                            

37.

                       RANDY (V.O.)
We tried to keep it from him as
long as we could. I wasn't sure
how he would take it.
                                                            
Randy unlocks the back door deadbolt.
                                                            
 
INT. TEEN DONNA'S BEDROOM - EVENING
                                                            
(Teen) Randy, cigarette in mouth, and Donna sit near an open
window. She strums on a sticker-laden acoustic. Randy stares
mesmerized. She finishes the song.
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
Now I light the guitar on fire,
smash it, throw it into the crowd
and storm offstage.
                                                            
Randy hands the smoke to Donna. She puffs away.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Why wouldn't you? Speaking of
shows...
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
Ugh, don't ask.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
What happened?
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
Me and Erin were jumping around on
stage and Kat's mic stand got
bumped...
                                                            
Donna whistles and makes a CRASH sound.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Was she pissed?
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
More like her parents. They called
mine and I have to pay for a new
one.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
How much does a microphone cost?
                                                            

38.

                       DONNA (TEEN)
Three hundred bucks. I'm grounded
till I pay her back. There's no
way I can make it to Justin's
party.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
You have to go!
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
You got three hundred bucks in
your pocket?
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
We'll figure something out.
                                                            
BANG...BANG...BANG...at the door. Randy and Donna eyes each
other.
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
I'm changing!
                                                            
                       BRIAN (O.S.)
I can smell the cigarette smoke
all the way down the hall!
                                                            
Randy exchanges a nervous glance with Donna. She tosses the
smoke out the window.
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
I have no idea what you're talking
about!
                                                            
The knob turns and Brian pops in. His eyes meet Randy.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
What are you doing, Randy?
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
Jeez, Brian, take a chill pill.
We're just hanging out.
                                                            
Donna stands and marches out of the room.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
I was the one smoking, not Donna--
                                                            
                       BRIAN
--So, when where you planning on
telling me you're dating my
sister?
                                                            
Randy looks down, unsure what to say.
                                                            

39.

                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRAILER BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Randy opens his eyes. He sits up and scans around.
                                                            
 
INT. PUBLIC LIBRARY - DAY
                                                            
LIBRARIAN, 30's, thin with glasses, sorts papers at the
front desk. Randy approaches.
                                                            
                       LIBRARIAN
Help you find something?
                                                            
                       RANDY
As a matter of fact.
                                                            
 
INT. PUBLIC LIBRARY - LATER
                                                            
Randy lumbers to the table and drops two dozen calenders.
Each have a different year printed on them.
                                                            
                       RANDY
So what do I have to look forward
to.
                                                            
-- The 2009 calendar opens. He goes to October 13th and
writes "Mom died".
                                                            
-- A calendar marked 2005 opens. March 16th he writes "Henry
b-day".
                                                            
-- A calendar marked 2010, December 25th he writes "I get
arrested".
                                                            
--A calendar marked 1997. May 13th he writes "Brian
disappears".
                                                            
--A calendar marked 2013, February 13th he writes "I get out
of prison.
                                                            
Randy puts the pen down, his jaw drops.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Oh, fuck.
                                                            
 

40.

INT. DR. ROBERTS OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
Dr. Roberts sits at her desk, Randy on the couch across from
her.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
What's on your mind?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Until yesterday, I don't think I
appreciated how hard your job
really is.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
What happened yesterday?
                                                            
                       RANDY
That's the thing. Yesterday, I
couldn't wait to tell you what it
was. Now, I don't think it even
matters.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
It always matters.
                                                            
                       RANDY
It's been a weird past few days,
I'll say that.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
That's why I'm here.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Let's say a meteor's going to hit
Iowa tomorrow, and you realize
you've done all these things you
want to fix and you only have one
day. Does it even matter if the
world's going to end anyway? It's
all going to be undone and no one
will remember.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
Sounds to me like you're grappling
with the relationship between
meaning and mortality.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I hate when you talk in gibberish.
Maybe you can't help me after all.
                                                            
Randy gets up and stomps to the door.
                                                            

41.

                       DR. ROBERTS
If you take the meteor out of the
example, what's the difference?
                                                            
Randy puzzles over the question.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S BEDROOM - DAY
                                                            
Randy approaches his shelves of baseball memorabilia. He
takes the scuffed up autographed ball off the shelf and
examines it.
                                                            
 
EXT. CLAY AND DONNA'S HOUSE - EVENING
                                                            
Randy's truck speeds to a stop. He gets out and hurries to
the front door, every bit an unstable man.
                                                            
He KNOCKS
                                                            
A beat. The door opens, revealing Donna, whose expression is
a fine line between confused and angry.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Randy, what the heck are you doing
here?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Came to see Henry.
                                                            
A shadow appears behind Donna, moves closer. Clay appears.
                                                            
                       CLAY
      (to Donna)
Everything alright?
                                                            
Donna treads carefully with her reaction.
                                                            
                       RANDY
It's fine--we're having a
conversation?
                                                            
                       CLAY
You should've called.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Please, I'm not here to get into
it with you. I just want to see
Henry.
                                                            
Donna and Clay glance at each other, surprised.
                                                            
 

42.

INT. HENRY'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
The room is clean and organized. Henry plays a VIDEO GAME. A
KNOCK AT THE DOOR. Randy enters.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Hey, buddy.
                                                            
Henry stares straight ahead. Randy sits next to him.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (cont'd)
So, what are you playing?
                                                            
                       HENRY
Mario Party.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What's a Mario Party?
                                                            
                       HENRY
Just a video game.
                                                            
Randy reaches in his pocket and pulls out a faded white
baseball, the same one Keith gave him.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I brought a present.
                                                            
Henry eyes the faded ball.
                                                            
                       HENRY
      (disappointed)
A used baseball?
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (proud)
Not just any baseball, my dad gave
it to me. Ken Griffey Jr.
autographed.
                                                            
                       HENRY
Who's that?
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (hurt)
What?
                                                            
                       HENRY
I'm not really into baseball.
                                                            

43.

                       RANDY
You're kidding? Well, what are you
into these days?
                                                            
 
INT. JUSTIN'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Justin, the black eye now gone, sits on his ripped-up couch,
nurses a can of piss-water beer. Randy sits across from him.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Chess?
                                                            
                       RANDY
He's on the school team and
everything. He quit baseball a
year ago and I didn't even know.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Might as well put a tutu on him.
                                                            
                       RANDY
It's like he's a completely
different person. I don't even
know him.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Speaking of which, I'm in a bit of
a jam and need to ask you for a
solid.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I know, your dad has cancer.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
      (perplexed)
How did you--?
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'll get you a five-thousand
dollar check tomorrow.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
You have no idea how much this
means to me!
                                                            
Justin stands and wraps his arms around Randy.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Anything for friends, right?
                                                            
Randy gets up and mopes down the hall.
                                                            

44.

INT. JUSTIN'S BATHROOM
                                                            
Randy tilts his head, closes his eyes and relieves himself.
FLUSH. He stares at himself in the mirror.
                                                            
ANGRY VOICES O.S.
                                                            
Randy peeks out the bathroom door. TWO THUGS corner a
nervous Justin against the wall.
                                                            
Randy looks around frantically. Notices a baseball bat
leaning against the wall.
                                                            
 
INT. JUSTIN'S LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Thug One holds Justin's arms as Thug Two SLAMS his fist into
Justin's face.
                                                            
                       THUG TWO
You need to make five G's? Whore
yourself to a hundred women for a
fifty a pop, what do we care how
you do it?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Please, don't -- I'll have the
money tomorrow.
                                                            
Thug Two SOCKS him in the gut. Justin keels over.
                                                            
                       THUG TWO
You think I like doing this? I'm
missing my daughter's dance
recital.
                                                            
A BASEBALL BAT SLAMS into Thug Two's face. Knocks him out.
Randy leaps out from the hall.
                                                            
Thug One lets go of Justin, goes for his gun. Randy and
Justin leap and tag team him. They deliver a beat-down.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (voice cracks)
And you two better not come back
-- he'll have the money when he
gets it!
                                                            
Justin does not stop, repeatedly KICKS the two near
unconscious men.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Let's go!
                                                            

45.

                       JUSTIN
These fuckers think they can just
come in MY HOUSE and do this to
me!
                                                            
Justin grabs the gun, points it at Thug One. Cocks the
hammer back. Randy grabs it away.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Enough!
                                                            
Justin delivers one last kick.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy drives. Justin rides shotgun.
                                                            
                       RANDY
So that's you needed the money
for?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
      (defensive)
Look, you said you didn't want
anything to do with my business
anymore, so I thought I'd give you
an alibi, okay? Sorry for trying
to do you a favor.
                                                            
Randy stews.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
What do you want me to say?
                                                            
Randy pulls the truck to the side of the road.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Something's wrong with my back
right tire, can you take a look?
                                                            
Justin looks at him, quizzically.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
I didn't hear anything.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Just look.
                                                            
Justin scoffs and exits the truck. Randy watches in the rear
view as Justin makes his way to the back tires. He slams the
truck into gear and rips away.
                                                            

46.

Justin is left in a cloud of dust.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (shouts)
Lying sack of shit!
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRAILER BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Randy's eyes open. He pops out of bed.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - MORNING
                                                            
Randy has an eager look; clean shaved and dressed well. He
parks outside the house he shared with Donna.
                                                            
 
EXT. RANDY AND DONNA'S STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Randy steps toward the house with a Power Rangers toy in
hand, hopeful. A cop car. Randy's heart sinks.
                                                            
Randy ambles further down the sidewalk and gazes through the
living room window.
                                                            
RANDY'S POV
                                                            
Clay plays a game of chess with Henry on the living room
floor. Donna strums her sticker covered guitar a few feet
away.
                                                            
Randy can't take it. He shuffles back to his truck. He pulls
his phone out and dials.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Justin, let's get fucked up
tonight.
                                                            
Randy gets in the truck, starts it and pulls away.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy drives down a country road, Justin rides shotgun, both
drunk. MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Hey Randy, give me a stogie.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Yeah.
                                                            

47.

Randy reaches in his pocket, his cigarettes drop to the
floor. He ducks down to pick them up. The truck swerves. He
sits up, regains control and hands one to Justin.
                                                            
POLICE SIRENS BLARE. Randy eyes the rear view mirror. He is
being pulled over.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Aww shit.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Yeah, I know.
                                                            
Randy pulls the truck to the side of the road. The Cruiser
stops behind him.
                                                            
Clay steps out and walks to the truck.
                                                            
Randy rolls the window down. Clay peers in. Randy's reaction
is tempered with hostility.
                                                            
                       CLAY
      (flatly)
Evening gentlemen.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What do you want?
                                                            
                       CLAY
You were swerving back there.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Clay, we really need to get going.
                                                            
                       CLAY
      (to Randy)
It reeks of booze in here. You
know a D.U.I's a parole violation?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Why don't you just arrest me then?
I bet that would make your day.
                                                            
                       CLAY
What would really make my day is
if you visited Henry.
                                                            
                       RANDY
That's it!
                                                            
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD
                                                            

48.

Randy pops the door open and drunkenly stumbles out. He
falls to the ground.
                                                            
                       CLAY
Randy, get back in your vehicle.
Don't make a fool of yourself.
                                                            
                       RANDY
He doesn't need me when he has
Super Cop as a Dad, does he?
                                                            
Randy lifts himself up.
                                                            
                       CLAY
I should impound your truck.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You wanna stop by my trailer and
help yourself to that too?
                                                            
Justin glares grimly at Clay.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Clay, let's not have a situation
here. Just let us go home. For old
time's sake?
                                                            
Clay and Justin exchange a steely glare.
                                                            
Randy SUCKER PUNCHES Clay. A knockout shot that drops him.
Randy kicks him twice in the stomach. Clay groans.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Who's the fool now?
                                                            
Randy stumbles in the truck and hits the gas.
                                                            
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Jesus, Randy.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (laughs)
We better get gone before he comes
after us.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Don't worry, Clay wouldn't fuck
with me.
                                                            
 

49.

INT. JUSTIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                                                            
MUSIC PLAYS
                                                            
SERIES OF SHOTS
                                                            
-- Randy chugs a beer with Justin and several others at a
house party.
                                                            
-- Randy is in a bathroom with several doped out
party-goers. He leans down and does a line of cocaine off
the counter.
                                                            
-- Randy stumbles drunk, through a sea of people, a beer in
hand. He sits on a couch next to an Attractive Woman, who
turns and smiles.
                                                            
                                         END SERIES OF SHOTS
                                                            
 
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD - EVENING
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
Teen Randy, baseball uniform on, sits alone in the dugout.
He stares down at his shuffling feet.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
You and Clay, you were friends
until he married your ex-wife?
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
No, we kinda drifted out of touch
right after Brian disappeared.
                                                            
Teen Clay approaches from the side.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
That was a sweet catch you had in
the third.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Thanks.
                                                            
Teen Clay sits next to him.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
What are you still doing here?
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
My mom forgot to pick me
up...again.
                                                            

50.

Teen Clay pulls out a joint.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
Wanna smoke?
                                                            
Randy motions to Clay to ditch the joint. Clay tucks it
behind him.
                                                            
OFFICER GARCIA, (30's), brown uniform, thick face, pulls his
squad car in the lot. He rolls his window down.
                                                            
                       OFFICER GARCIA
Beavis and Butthead, what are you
two doing?
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Just hanging out.
                                                            
Officer Garcia motions to Clay.
                                                            
                       OFFICER GARCIA
Hand it over.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Hand what over?
                                                            
                       OFFICER GARCIA
I have two sets of cuffs if I need
'em.
                                                            
Clay reaches in his pocket and pulls out the joint. He walks
it over to the squad car. Officer grabs it. He squeezes his
hand, crumbling it to pieces.
                                                            
                       OFFICER GARCIA
You boys have a good night.
                                                            
Officer Garcia turns and struts away.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
I fucking hate cops.
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
Can you believe it, went from 'I
fucking hate cops' to sheriff. It
felt good to deck him that night.
After that, I fell into old
habits. I could get drunk Friday
and wake up sober on Thursday. Or
I could stay sober Monday but wake
up drunk Sunday cause I had got
drunk on Friday. It really screws
with your head. So, mostly stayed
drunk. Because I knew what was
            (MORE)

51.

                       RANDY (cont'd)
ultimately coming...
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
EXT. ALLEY - EVENING
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
Randy (Teen) hauls ass, knocks over a trashcan. A wad of
grimy cash in hand. A stone's throw behind him, an angry
MECHANIC, (40's), stained blue jumpsuit, big wrench in hand.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
It says here your charges are two
counts of Possession of a Class
One Controlled Substance and
Resisting Arrest.
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
God, I was such an idiot, I know.
I've been a screw up for a while.
                                                            
The alley narrows, ends with a metal door set into a brick
wall. Randy slams into the door, jerks the handle. Locked!
                                                            
He rattles it again and again. Nothing. The Mechanic stops
when he sees Randy caught. He taps the wrench against the
palm of his hand.
                                                            
                       MECHANIC
Turn around you little shit.
                                                            
Randy grimaces and slumps, but doesn't turn.
                                                            
                       MECHANIC
Don't make me come over there and
break your god damn face op--
                                                            
WHUMP! Randy's eyes dart sideways.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
Come on man, let's go!
                                                            
Randy turns. Justin stands over the Mechanic, fist clenched
around a thick, lumpy tube sock.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
What did you do?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
Let's bounce, now!
                                                            

52.

Randy and Justin hurry back the way they came.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
You said no one was gonna be
there!
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
No, I said he's always back late
from lunch. There's a difference.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
This isn't what I wanted to
happen!
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
Did he see your face?
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
No, just my clothes, I think.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
Then relax. You got the money
Donna needed. You'll probably get
laid.
                                                            
Justin and Randy make their way out of the alley.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. JUSTIN'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Light emerges through the blinks of slowly opening eyes.
                                                            
Randy pops up from the couch. Justin enters.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
All right, dead beat. Time for me
to kick your ass to the curb. I
gotta get ready for work.
                                                            
Randy's confused eyes scan the room.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Hey.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
How many more days till you move
into that trailer?
                                                            
 

53.

EXT. JUSTIN'S DRIVEWAY - DAY
                                                            
Randy gets in his truck and peels away.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy, eyes bloodshot, droops his head. He cruises by a sign
that reads: "Welcome to Indiana".
                                                            
                       RANDY
You're not taking me back! You
hear me, God? I did my three
years! I paid my penance!
                                                            
Sunlight peeks over the horizon. A slight smile from Randy.
                                                            
EVERYTHING GOES BLACK
                                                            
 
EXT. JUSTIN'S BACKYARD - NIGHT
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Tell me more about Justin -- he
seems to be a really influential
part of your life.
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
He really has been. We've gotten
in a lot of trouble together.
                                                            
A GUNSHOT CRACKS A BEER BOTTLE
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Maybe that's not a good thing.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN) (O.S.)
Whooo!
                                                            
Justin (Teen) holds a smoking revolver. Clay, a wide grin,
stands next to him.
                                                            
Randy and Donna linger a foot behind, beers in hand.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
That was awesome!
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Where'd you get that thing.
                                                            

54.

                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
Took it from my Uncle Ernie.
(looks at Donna)
You wanna take a shot?
                                                            
Donna chugs her beer.
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
No thanks. I'm gonna head inside.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
You're missing out.
                                                            
Donna strolls to the house, stumbles. Randy catches her.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
You feeling okay?
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
I'm perfect.
                                                            
 
INT. JUSTIN'S BASEMENT - NIGHT
                                                            
EARLY 90'S MUSIC PLAYS
                                                            
Cheap off colored furniture contrasted against the purple
glow of a black light.
                                                            
TEENS chat, laugh, smoke, make out and drink beer from
plastic cups. Randy stands at a rolling bar, pounds shots
with Justin and Clay.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Tell me about your ex-wife?
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
Donna was my High School
sweetheart. We got married a year
after graduation.
                                                            
Clay gasps at the whiskey.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
Damn, Justin. What is this?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
This, my friend, is the good
stuff.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Your dad's not gonna miss it?
                                                            

55.

                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
I got that all worked out.
                                                            
Light pours in from the top of the wooden stairs. Brian
enters. He scans the room as he descends. He approaches the
bar.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
I think you're lost Rivers, Boy
Scout's meeting is at the Rec
Center.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
      (to Randy)
Where's my sister?
                                                            
Randy, Clay, and Justin's eyes shift back and forth.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
I know she's here.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
She's fine, relax. She just went
to the bathroom.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
She told our parents she was out
with Kristen, they called
Kristen's house. She's in a ton of
trouble.
                                                            
Brian marches away. Randy and Justin follow.
                                                            
OUTSIDE BATHROOM
                                                            
Brian POUNDS on the door.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
Donna? Donna, it's Brian. Open up.
                                                            
No answer. Brian turns to Randy.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
How long's she been in there?
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
I don't know, like twenty minutes?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
She's fine, just needs to sleep it
off.
                                                            

56.

Brian POUNDS the door again. No answer. He jiggles the
locked handle. Brian delivers a swift kick to the door. It
pops open.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
What the hell you think you're
doing?
                                                            
BATHROOM
                                                            
Donna is passed out, her head rests on the toilet seat.
Brian rushes in and cradles her. Justin comes in after him.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
You broke my door, shit-head.
                                                            
Brian lifts Donna and brushes by Justin and Randy.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
Send me the bill.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. MOTEL ROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Randy lies face down on the floor. A small pool of drool
underneath him. Empty bottles of booze and crumpled fast
food bags litter around him. The room reeks of cheap and
sleazy.
                                                            
Randy opens his eyes. They dart back and forth. He slowly
lifts himself. Recognition sets in.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (whispers)
Oh, God.
                                                            
Justin and MOTEL BRUNETTE, thin, late 20's, shuffle out of
the bathroom. They turn to Randy.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Look who's up.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Hey.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
I'm taking this pretty thing home.
You have fun last night?
                                                            
Randy rubs his head and groggily looks around.
                                                            

57.

                       RANDY
Sure looks like I did.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
It's good having you back--it was
a long three years without you.
                                                            
Randy tries to hide the utter sadness behind his smile.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Thanks.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Hey, before I forget, I think I
can get you a job at the slaughter
house. I'll talk to my boss
Alberto.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Can't wait.
                                                            
Justin and Motel Brunette smile at Randy and walk out the
door. Randy's eyes droop. He paces over to the nightstand
and picks up a bottle.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (sorrowful)
I can't go back.
                                                            
Randy drops down on the bed. He raises the bourbon and
knocks it back.
                                                            
 
INT. MOTEL BATHROOM - DAY
                                                            
MUSIC PLAYS
                                                            
Randy, reclined in a filled bathtub; his face puffy and red,
eyes distant. Two empty bottles of sleeping pills next to
him. He grabs the bourbon and pounds it.
                                                            
Randy's eyes flicker. His breathing labored. His eyes shut
and his head tilts to the side. The bottle slides from his
hand and drops to the floor.
                                                            
His body slowly sinks into the bath.
                                                            
 
INT. HOSPITAL BEDROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
A CLOCK SLOWLY TICKS on the wall.
                                                            

58.

Randy lies in a hospital bed. He awakens, disoriented,
searches for familiarity.
                                                            
He looks around the typically decorated hospital room. Two
doors and a window.
                                                            
He lifts his hand; handcuffed to the bed. Randy turns and
sees a buzzer. He pushes it.
                                                            
A few seconds later, NURSE ONE enters, gives Randy a
pleasant smile.
                                                            
                       NURSE ONE
Mr. Jenkins, you're awake.
                                                            
Randy rubs his head. He looks sick to his stomach.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What's going on? Why the jewelry?
                                                            
                       NURSE ONE
Just a precaution for anyone on
suicide watch.
                                                            
Randy gives a somber nod.
                                                            
                       NURSE ONE
      (cont'd)
How you feeling?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Sick to my stomach and my skin's
crawling. Just a usual Friday
night, really.
                                                            
                       NURSE ONE
Sorry, we had to pump your
stomach. You'll feel like that for
a little while.
                                                            
                       RANDY
How, how did I end up here?
                                                            
                       NURSE ONE
A maid at the Motel you were
staying called 911.
                                                            
The door opens. NURSE TWO enters.
                                                            
                       NURSE TWO
Mr. Jenkins, you have a visitor.
                                                            

59.

Clay eases in, wearing his police uniform. Randy gives him a
contemptuous look.
                                                            
                       NURSE ONE
I'll leave you two.
                                                            
Nurse One and Nurse Two exit the room. Clay scratches his
head and squints uncomfortably at the ground.
                                                            
                       CLAY
Jeez, Randy, you look like shit.
                                                            
                       RANDY
If you're here to piss on my
grave, you're a little early. Or a
bit late, I'm not really sure
which.
                                                            
Randy bites his lip and turns away, disgusted. Clay sits.
                                                            
                       CLAY
      (joking)
The Life Insurance plan Donna took
out on you doesn't cover this sort
of thing.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Does it cover me getting stabbed
in the back?
                                                            
                       CLAY
You hate me for marrying Donna. I
love her, I love Henry. I'm not
gonna apologize for that.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Don't hold your breath waiting for
a thank you.
                                                            
                       CLAY
Your first night out of prison, I
can only imagine how overwhelming
that must be.
                                                            
                       RANDY
So's your first night before going
in.
                                                            
                       CLAY
You need to learn to forgive
yourself--you're not a bad person.
                                                            

60.

                       RANDY
What makes you the expert?
                                                            
                       CLAY
The guilt eating away at you, the
hopelessness. We all make
mistakes.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Except you, right?
                                                            
Clay has a distant expression.
                                                            
                       CLAY
Trust me, I have.
                                                            
Clay reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pamphlet. He
hands it to Randy.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (cont'd)
What's this?
                                                            
                       CLAY
A meeting list for Narcotics
Anonymous.
                                                            
Randy stares at Clay blankly.
                                                            
                       CLAY
      (cont'd)
They can help you get your life
back together. They helped me.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You?
                                                            
Clay stands up and walks towards the door.
                                                            
                       CLAY
It's never too late to realize
what's important in your life.
                                                            
Clay exits, leaves Randy alone with only his thoughts.
                                                            
 
INT. LIBRARY - DAY
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
Randy and Donna stroll down an empty isle. They scan around.
                                                            

61.

                       RANDY (TEEN)
      (smiles)
This look like a good spot?
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
Looks like a great spot.
                                                            
Donna leans in and kisses Randy. They go at it like young
lovers.
                                                            
SOFT CRIES O.S.
                                                            
Donna puts her hands on Randy's shoulders and pushes him
off.
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
What is that?
                                                            
AROUND THE CORNER
                                                            
Justin, at a desk, alone, head buried in his arms, CRIES.
                                                            
Randy and Donna turn the corner.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Justin?
                                                            
Justin pops his head up. His left eye is black and swollen.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Jesus, who did that?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
Who do you think?
                                                            
Justin stands and storms off. He aggressively bumps Randy's
shoulder as he passes.
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
Maybe the only thing worse than
having no dad was having Justin's.
The guy was a total prick to him.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
EXT. PRISON - DAY
                                                            
High stone walls topped with snaky razor wire. A guard tower
keeps a watchful eye.
                                                            
 

62.

INT. PRISON CELL - DAY
                                                            
A NIGHTSTICK CLANGS against the bars. GUARD strolls by.
                                                            
Randy lies on his dirty, matted prison bed, wears his orange
jumpsuit.
                                                            
                       GUARD
Morning wake up call--five minutes
ladies.
                                                            
Randy opens his eyes, blinks sourly at his surroundings. His
cell mate, JAMAAL, thin and wiry, sits up in bed, looks at
him with a melancholy smile.
                                                            
                       JAMAAL
Congrats man.
                                                            
A GUTTURAL MOAN erupts from the depths of Randy.
                                                            
                       JAMAAL
      (cont'd)
What's wrong with you, man?
                                                            
Randy curls in the fetal position and WEEPS.
                                                            
                       JAMAAL
      (cont'd)
I aint never seen anyone sad as
you on their last day.
                                                            
 
INT. PRISON LUNCH ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Randy eats, keeps to himself. He stares down, defeated.
Hardened criminals fill the seats.
                                                            
A FIGHT BREAKS OUT between two inmates; the entire room is
in an uproar.
                                                            
Randy casually turns to look, then goes back to eating his
food, disinterested.
                                                            
 
EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY
                                                            
Randy shuffles through the prison yard by himself. He
appears in deep thought. Inmates play basketball and hang
out in large groups.
                                                            
 

63.

INT. PRISON CELL - NIGHT
                                                            
Randy lies in bed, reads in the dimly lit cell. His eyes
drift close.
                                                            
 
INT. TEEN RANDY'S ROOM - EVENING
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Sounds like you two weren't on the
best of terms before he
disappeared.
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
There's a lot I would take back if
I could.
                                                            
Randy (Teen) sits in front of his desk, some shake weed and
papers in front of him. He awkwardly rolls a joint.
                                                            
A KNOCK AT THE DOOR
                                                            
                       BRIAN (O.S.)
Randy, you in there?
                                                            
The knob turns, it's locked. Randy quickly brushes the pot
into his hand.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Just a sec.
                                                            
Randy dumps the pot in a desk drawer and opens his door.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
What's up, Brian?
                                                            
Brian steps in the room, smells the air.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
It stinks in here.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Yeah my Mom's been too busy to do
laundry.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
You have any idea how much trouble
my sister is in?
                                                            

64.

                       RANDY (TEEN)
No? I haven't talked to her in a
couple of days.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
She layed in bed all day puking.
Our parents flipped. She's
grounded for a month. All she can
do is go to school and back.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
I didn't think she'd get that
drunk.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
Donna's not like you...or me.
She's been a straight A student
her whole life. She's gonna do
something with her life.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
And I'm not?
                                                            
                       BRIAN
That's not what I meant.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Then what did you mean?
                                                            
                       BRIAN
We've been friends since the
second grade -- why did you have
to go after my little sister?
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Why am I not good enough for her?
For you?
                                                            
                       BRIAN
That's not what this is about.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
It is to me.
                                                            
Randy reaches in the desk drawer, pulls out the Mariners'
ticket. He hands it to Brian.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
You can find someone else to go to
the game tomorrow.
                                                            
Brian, defeated, exits the room.
                                                            

65.

                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. PRISON INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY
                                                            
We are back in Dr. Roberts' office. Back to the first scene.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Now I'm here.
(smiles)
Again.
                                                            
Randy leans back and takes a deep breath.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
That's the wildest story I've ever
heard. I'm not even sure where to
begin with advice.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I know, we've had this
conversation before, remember?
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
So, this will be the last time we
speak?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Do you believe in fate?
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
I believe fate is a word that
people use to justify not taking
control of their lives.
                                                            
Randy nods and looks down.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Maybe you're right.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
What about you--what do you
believe?
                                                            
                       RANDY
For as long as I could remember, I
believed everything that was meant
to happen eventually does.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
Is that what you still believe?
                                                            

66.

                       RANDY
After Brian disappeared I had a
dream I was standing in a long
tunnel. It was dark and wide and
went forever. When I got to the
end I was on a road and there was
an immediate fork. I couldn't
decide what to do.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
Maybe the road was just a fork in
a bigger road you had already
ended up on.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Maybe it was.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
How does that make you feel?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Helpless, like I have no control.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
What if the tunnel was going in
the opposite direction?
                                                            
                       RANDY
What do you mean?
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS
What if the tunnel was going
inward? What if the tunnel is
inside you?
                                                            
 
INT. TEEN RANDY'S BASEMENT - DAY
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
Justin, his black eye fading, Clay a bottle of booze gripped
tight, and Randy lounge on the couches.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Tell me about what happened to
Brian?
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
That's the thing, no one knows.
                                                            
MTV PLAYS ON THE TELEVISION
                                                            

67.

                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
When's your mom coming home?
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Not till late, she's pulling a
double.
                                                            
Clay slams the booze hard.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
Why don't you take it easy with
that, huh?
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
      (coldly)
What do you care?
                                                            
                       JUSTIN (TEEN)
Okay, Mr. In Touch With His
Feelings, take it easy.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
You wanna black eye to match the
one you already got?
                                                            
Justin glares at Clay.
                                                            
The basement door opens. Footsteps storm down the stairs.
Donna reaches the bottom, her face a puffy red pathetic
mess. Randy stands and eyes his girlfriend.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
What's wrong?
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
It's Brian, he didn't come home
last night.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. PRISON CELL - DAY
                                                            
Randy lies in bed, head buried in a book.
                                                            
A Guard approaches.
                                                            
                       GUARD
Jenkins, visitor in nine.
                                                            
Randy looks up, expecting.
                                                            
 

68.

INT. VISITOR'S BOOTH - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
A glass wall separates prisoners from visitors.
                                                            
Donna, nervous and uncomfortable, sits on her side.
                                                            
Randy enters, walks up and takes a seat on his side. They
each pick up the standard issued prison phone next to them.
                                                            
                       DONNA
How're you holding up?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Not bad, I'm learning how to
juggle.
                                                            
                       DONNA
I'm glad to hear you're putting
your time to good use.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Yeah, I figure I can work kids
birthday parties when I get out.
                                                            
A beat.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Randy, I--
                                                            
Randy closes his eyes and rubs his temples.
                                                            
                       RANDY
--Wait, don't tell me, I've been
taking psychic lesson. You're here
to tell me you're marrying Clay.
                                                            
                       DONNA
      (shocked)
Who told you--?
                                                            
                       RANDY
--And in a couple years Clay will
get a new job in Georgia and you
and Henry will leave never to see
me again.
                                                            
                       DONNA
How can you be so selfish?
                                                            
                       RANDY
What?
                                                            

69.

                       DONNA
      (angrier)
You brought bricks of cocaine in
the house! I found your stash in
the chest in the closet! What if
Henry had found it? Clay asked me
to marry him and I said yes. It's
what's best for Henry, for me. I
thought you deserved to hear it
from me.
                                                            
Donna hangs up the phone. One last regretful glance at Randy
and she shuffles out the door.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You're right.
                                                            
 
EXT. CLAY'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
(Teen) Randy and Donna stand on Clay's front porch, flyers
in hand.
                                                            
                       DR. ROBERTS (V.O.)
Tell me about what happened to
Brian?
                                                            
                       RANDY (V.O.)
That's the thing, no one knows.
One night, he just didn't come
home.
                                                            
Clay, looking pale and sick, opens the door.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
Hey.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Hey Clay. I know you're not
feeling so hot right now, but we
were wondering if you'd be willing
to put these up when you're
feeling better?
                                                            
Donna hands him a stack of flyers with a black and white
photo of Brian. Clay stares at them.
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
Did you talk to him at all that
day?
                                                            

70.

                       CLAY (TEEN)
No. No, I-- I mean I saw him at
school. In the hall. But I didn't
talk to him.
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
Did you see him talking to anyone?
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
No. He was just walking down the
hall at lunch. I'm sorry. I...
                                                            
Clay coughs. Donna wipes brimming tears away.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
Thanks Clay. Get better.
                                                            
                       CLAY (TEEN)
I'm so sorry.
                                                            
He closes the door. Randy wraps Donna in a hug.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. PRISON CELL - DAY
                                                            
The Guard strolls by CLANGS HIS NIGHTSTICK against the cell
bars.
                                                            
Randy lies in bed asleep.
                                                            
                       GUARD
Time to wake up, ladies.
                                                            
Randy opens his eyes and groggily looks up. Jamaal stares at
him.
                                                            
                       JAMAAL
I remember my first night--longest
of my life.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I know the feeling.
                                                            
                       JAMAAL
How'd you sleep?
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (smiles)
Never better.
                                                            

71.

                       JAMAAL
Man, why do they always stick me
with the weirdos?
                                                            
 
INT. COURTROOM - DAY
                                                            
The pews are packed, silent, all eyes forward.
                                                            
A JUDGE looks over papers. Randy, suit and tie, is the only
one standing. His ATTORNEY sits next to him.
                                                            
                       JUDGE
Mr. Jenkins, you are charged with
one count of felony narcotic
possession, one count of resisting
arrest, one count of reckless
operation of a motor vehicle. How
do you plead?
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm guilty. Guilty of it all.
                                                            
Attorney stands and gestures to Randy in shock.
                                                            
                       ATTORNEY
What the hell's wrong with you --
this isn't what we talked about?
                                                            
 
INT. JAIL COMMONS - DAY
                                                            
Prisoners meander about.
                                                            
Randy, in black and whites, on a bench, watches television.
                                                            
ON TELEVISION
                                                            
Jennifer Anderson sits at her news desk.
                                                            
                       JENNIFER ANDERSON (V.O.)
Local Baseball star Randy Jenkins
was arrested yesterday on several
charges after a high speed chase
with police...
                                                            
Randy's mug shot appears.
                                                            
He stares at the terrible picture of himself, soaks in who
he used to be.
                                                            
 

72.

EXT. DONNA'S (TEEN) DRIVEWAY - DAY
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
Randy (Teen) pulls his bike up to the car-less driveway and
sets it against the fence.
                                                            
He goes around back and enters the house through the glass
sliding door.
                                                            
INT. DONNA'S (TEEN)HOUSE
                                                            
FURNITURE BANGS UPSTAIRS
                                                            
Randy heads up.
                                                            
BRIAN'S ROOM
                                                            
Donna, red faced and teary eyed, storms about, packing
Brian's things into boxes.
                                                            
Randy enters, looks around in shock.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
What are you doing?
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
I'm tired of walking by his room
everyday, everything neat and
tidy. It's like a shrine. He's not
coming back, they never do.
                                                            
Randy leans in for a hug.
                                                            
                       RANDY (TEEN)
You don't know that.
                                                            
Donna pulls away. She hands Randy the picture of him and
Brian together (the same one we saw in the trailer).
                                                            
                       DONNA (TEEN)
This is all that's left of him.
                                                            
                                         END FLASHBACK
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY AND DONNA'S BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Blackness
                                                            
ALARM BEEPS LOUDLY
                                                            
Light emerges through the blinks of slowly opening eyes.
                                                            

73.

His eyes flutter open. Finally home. Pictures of a happy
family intermixed with smart color coordinated furniture.
                                                            
Randy slides his hand onto the other half of the bed, feels
the residual warmth. A nervous smile.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (whispers)
This is really happening?
                                                            
Randy ambles to the door, shivering.
                                                            
HALLWAY
                                                            
                       DONNA (O.S.)
You got your baseball gear all
packed?
                                                            
                       HENRY (O.S.)
Yes, Mom.
                                                            
                       DONNA (O.S.)
I'll be there at four-thirty to
pick you up.
                                                            
                       HENRY (O.S.)
Is Dad gonna come?
                                                            
                       DONNA (O.S.)
He's too busy.
                                                            
Randy stands at the top of the stairs. Donna and Henry's
voices echo up. He quietly laughs and cries all at once.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY AND DONNA'S KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
A bright Christmas tree illuminates the living room.
                                                            
Randy takes deep breaths, shakes as he paces down the
stairs. Donna and Henry casually go about their morning.
                                                            
He stops in his tracks. Donna glances at him, disinterested,
then goes back to what she was doing. Randy rushes up to
Henry.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (voice breaks)
Henry, buddy! Good morning!
                                                            
Randy lifts Henry out of his chair and gives him a
magnanimous hug.
                                                            

74.

                       HENRY
Mom said I could borrow one of
your old mitts for baseball
practice?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Yeah, it should be somewhere in
the upstairs closet.
                                                            
Henry stands and tromps up the stairs.
                                                            
Randy approaches Donna and tries to give her a hug, but her
arms cross as she turns away.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Donna, I--
                                                            
Randy forcefully grabs her. She nervously eyes him. Randy
suddenly breaks down, WEEPS in her arms.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I missed you so much.
                                                            
Donna's anger suddenly melts. She pats him on the back,
totally bewildered.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Are you feeling okay?
                                                            
Randy's eyebrows rise.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Oh, god!
                                                            
Randy bolts upstairs leaving a perplexed Donna behind.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S WALK-CLOSET - DAY
                                                            
Henry sifts through shoe-boxes, hampers, and shelves. He
digs down to the bottom layer of junk, a large wooden trunk.
Randy bolts in.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Hold your horses, buddy.
                                                            
                       HENRY
I can't find it.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Your mom wants you to finish your
breakfast before it gets cold.
Scoot your butt.
                                                            

75.

                       HENRY
The mitt--
                                                            
                       RANDY
--I'll bring it down.
                                                            
Henry exits the closet and hurries down the stairs. Randy
nervously pops open the trunk and digs to the bottom. He
pulls a plastic wrapped brick of cocaine.
                                                            
MASTER BATHROOM
                                                            
Randy, hunched over the toilet pours the white powder in the
bowl. FLUSH!
                                                            
 
INT. CHURCH BASEMENT - DAY
                                                            
A dozen half broken people sit in a circle of uncomfortable
chairs chit-chatting over cheap coffee and stale cookies.
Clay is in the thick of it.
                                                            
The door opens and Randy enters. His arms quickly cross and
his eyes dart around.
                                                            
Clay breaks from the fray and approaches.
                                                            
                       CLAY
Randy, really glad to see you
here.
                                                            
Clay reaches out and shakes Randy's hand.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Hey, Clay.
                                                            
                       CLAY
You look rough.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (laughs)
You're not exactly model material
yourself.
                                                            
                       CLAY
So, how's the family?
                                                            
Randy looks at Clay cross-eyed.
                                                            
 

76.

INT. CHURCH BASEMENT - LATER
                                                            
The middle of a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. Randy sits in
the circle with everyone else.
                                                            
                       CLAY
Step nine, making amends. Except
when it would hurt the person even
more. One day I think I should,
the next I think I'm crazy. Am I
just trying to clear my own
conscience at the other person's
expense?
                                                            
Randy stares down. Clay's words have an impact on him.
                                                            
                       CLAY
      (cont'd)
You know, making amends is about
more than an apology. Sometimes
the people you hurt the most are
no longer around. But we still
are. Honor those people by not
making those same mistakes.
                                                            
MONTAGE
                                                            
 
INT. CHURCH BASEMENT - DAY
                                                            
Randy goes to the meetings daily, looking more and more
comfortable.
                                                            
                                         END MONTAGE
                                                            
 
INT. CHURCH BASEMENT - DAY
                                                            
Randy, arm in a sling, sits in the circle of chairs, all
eyes on him.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I started stealing my mom's smokes
when I was thirteen, drinking at
parties a year later. I have
friends who could get whatever
else you wanted. I was a selfish,
cocky, big-shot ball player, got
scouted right out of high school.
Then my mom died and I tore my
rotator cuff. Everything spiraled
so quickly.
(sighs)
I don't want to spiral anymore. I
            (MORE)

77.

                       RANDY (cont'd)
may not be able to control my
past, but I refuse to let my past
control my present.
                                                            
 
EXT. RANDY AND DONNA'S DRIVEWAY - DAY
                                                            
Randy, stands on his steps, stares with frustration at
Justin's Camero, parked at the curb. Justin beckons him
over. Randy sighs.
                                                            
INT. JUSTIN'S CAR
                                                            
Randy heaves in and closes the door. Justin produces a brick
of coke, plops it onto Randy's lap.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Merry Christmas -- one kilo, as
ordered.
                                                            
Randy grimaces. He picks the brick up and holds it like a
baby with a dirty diaper.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Don't puss out on me, I had to
jump hoops to get it.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You need to take it back, I
changed my mind.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
You're the one with the busted arm
sinking in a mortgage -- I thought
you wanted this?
                                                            
                       RANDY
You're right.
                                                            
Randy grabs the kilo and flashes a flat smile. Justin starts
the car.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
I gotta bounce.
                                                            
Randy exits the car. Justin drives off.
                                                            
Randy meanders to the storm drain on the curb and chucks the
kilo down it. A satisfied smile.
                                                            
 

78.

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING
                                                            
BLACKNESS
                                                            
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...
                                                            
Light emerges through the blinks of slowly opening eyes.
                                                            
Randy sits up in bed, wrenches at the pain in his shoulder.
                                                            
DR. HARTLEY, (50's), distinguished, perfectly pressed
outfit, closes a chart and looks at Randy.
                                                            
                       DR. HARTLEY
Try not to move it for a while.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Uh, it's more painful than I
remember.
                                                            
                       DR. HARTLEY
Whenever you're feeling up to it,
we should start talking about ways
we can approach the affects this
injury is going to affect your
life.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I don't need to hear you tell me
I'll never play ball again.
                                                            
                       DR. HARTLEY
I'm so sorry.
                                                            
                       RANDY
      (smiles)
I will play again.
                                                            
 
INT. TOY STORE - DAY
                                                            
Randy, a grin from ear to ear, stands at the checkout.
                                                            
FRIENDLY CASHIER hands him a large bag.
                                                            
                       FRIENDLY CASHIER
I think he'll really like this.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I do too.
                                                            
 

79.

INT. HENRY'S BEDROOM - DAY
                                                            
Henry lies in bed, book in hand.
                                                            
A KNOCK
                                                            
The door opens. Randy enters, bag in hand.
                                                            
                       HENRY
What's that?
                                                            
 
INT. HENRY'S BEDROOM - LATER
                                                            
Randy and Henry sit on opposite sides of a Mario Party chess
set. Henry is kicking Randy's butt.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You're really good with your
horse.
                                                            
                       HENRY
It's called a knight.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Looks like a horse to me.
                                                            
Randy moves a piece. Henry quickly counters.
                                                            
                       HENRY
Checkmate!
                                                            
MONTAGE
                                                            
 
INT. HENRY'S BEDROOM - DAY
                                                            
Several games of chess are shown, each with Henry declaring
                                                            
                       HENRY
Checkmate!
                                                            
                                         END MONTAGE
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY AND DONNA'S BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
BLACKNESS
                                                            
Light emerges through the blinks of slowly opening eyes.
                                                            
Donna shakes Randy awake.
                                                            

80.

                       DONNA
Time for your game, baby.
                                                            
Randy sits up in bed, stretches his now healthy shoulder. A
magnanimous smile.
                                                            
 
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD - DAY
                                                            
MONTAGE
                                                            
INT. LOCKER ROOM
                                                            
-- Randy puts on his baseball jersey and tucks it in his
pants. He bends to tie his cleats.
                                                            
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD
                                                            
-- Randy, at bat, connects with a pitch and BLASTS it deep
into center. A home run!
                                                            
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD
                                                            
-- Randy horses around with his teammates in the dugout.
                                                            
                                         END MONTAGE
                                                            
 
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD - DAY
                                                            
The stands shake with cheering fans. Randy, scuffed up
baseball uniform, shuffles anxiously in the outfield. Smacks
his hand against his glove.
                                                            
An OPPOSING PLAYER, at bat, SLAMS the ball deep.
                                                            
                       RANDY
This is really gonna hurt.
                                                            
Randy's legs pump. He makes an incredible dive to come up
with the ball.
                                                            
He grabs his shoulder, rolls on the ground in pain. The
crowd cheers over the great play to ensure the victory.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY AND DONNA'S BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
RANDY'S POV
                                                            
Blackness.
                                                            

81.

                       DONNA (O.S.)
Honey, wake up. Wake up.
                                                            
Light emerges through the blinks of slowly opening eyes.
Donna stands over him. He smiles, reaches up and pulls her
in for a kiss.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You're a beautiful sight to wake
up to.
                                                            
                       DONNA
      (somber)
Get up, you don't wanna be late.
                                                            
Donna exits the room. Randy gets a pained look, a sudden
realization comes over him. He looks at
                                                            
A PICTURE
                                                            
of his Mom, Lucy, on the wall. A final image frozen in time.
                                                            
 
EXT. CHURCH PARKING LOT - DAY
                                                            
Cars fill the quaint snow covered lot. Randy, Donna, and
Henry, decked in black, make their way to the front door of
the church.
                                                            
JAMIE JENKINS, (20's), the sweet disposition of her
childhood still remains, approaches.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Hey, Jamie.
                                                            
                       JAMIE
Hi guys.
                                                            
Donna hugs Jamie, followed by Henry.
                                                            
                       HENRY
Hi, Aunt Jamie.
                                                            
                       JAMIE
      (to Henry)
You're getting huge.
                                                            
                       DONNA
We're gonna head inside.
                                                            
Jamie pulls out a pack of cigarettes.
                                                            

82.

                       RANDY
We'll be there in a minute.
                                                            
Donna and Henry shuffle inside. Jamie extends a smoke to
Randy.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Actually, I quit.
                                                            
                       JAMIE
No shit.
                                                            
                       RANDY
How's Chicago?
                                                            
                       JAMIE
It's cold. I just, I just feel bad
I wasn't able to make it up here
to see her for the holidays. I've
been so busy.
                                                            
                       RANDY
There's no way you could have
known this would happen. I hadn't
been seeing her much lately
myself.
                                                            
Jamie leans in and exchanges a hug with Randy.
                                                            
 
INT. A CHURCH - DAY
                                                            
LUCY JENKINS' pale, lifeless body rests in an open casket.
                                                            
Jamie stands behind the pulpit.
                                                            
                       JAMIE
Mom lived the same way she died,
selflessly. Three long months she
lived with inoperable lung cancer
and no one knew. She didn't want
her friends and family to worry.
It's like she took the weight of
the world on her shoulders.
                                                            
RANDY'S FACE
                                                            
trembles and tears swell. The only thing worse than his
Mother's funeral is reliving it again.
                                                            
                       JAMIE
I have no doubt we will see her
again one day.
                                                            
 

83.

INT. RANDY AND DONNA'S BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
ALARM GOES OFF.
                                                            
Randy opens his eyes, lying next to Donna. He pops out of
bed and goes straight to the closet with urgency. He pulls
clothes out and quickly gets dressed.
                                                            
Donna pops her head up and looks at him curiously.
                                                            
                       DONNA
Where's the fire? Your friends are
coming over to watch the game.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I'm just going to visit my Mom.
                                                            
                       DONNA
      (confused)
Wait, I thought I heard you say
that you're going to visit your
Mom?
                                                            
Randy grabs his jacket and runs out of the bedroom. Donna is
left dumbfounded.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - DAY
                                                            
A cold winter day. Tiny snowflakes trickle down. Randy pulls
up to Lucy's house. Modest, painted with gray and white
trim.
                                                            
He stares at it in silence.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Well Toto, we're not in Kansas
anymore.
                                                            
 
EXT. LUCY'S DRIVEWAY - DAY
                                                            
Randy reaches the front door. He rings the bell. He shuffles
and shakes. Looks absolutely sick to his stomach.
                                                            
A long beat.
                                                            
The door opens. Lucy, feeble and pathetic, stands before
him. His breath can't leave him quick enough.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Randy, what are you doing here?
                                                            

84.

                       RANDY
      (stutters)
I uh, uh, I was just in the
neighborhood and thought I'd drop
by and visit my favorite mom.
                                                            
                       LUCY
      (smiles)
Bullshit.
                                                            
Randy gives Lucy a big hug, squeezes tight. She COUGHS
weakly.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Well, get out of the cold. Don't
mind the mess, I haven't gotten to
cleaning yet.
                                                            
 
INT. LUCY'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Lucy leads Randy into the mess of the house. Two oxygen
tanks rest off in a corner. They pass the kitchen table. A
hospital bill catches Randy's eye.
                                                            
A large antique grandfather clock TICKS AWAY.
                                                            
Lucy and Randy sit. Lucy sparks a cigarette. She offers one
to Randy.
                                                            
                       RANDY
No thanks, Mom. I quit.
                                                            
                       LUCY
The hell you say?
                                                            
                       RANDY
It's true.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Good for you. These things are the
devil.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I was thinking of bringing Henry
by tomorrow. He really wants to
come.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Ha! You've never been a very good
liar. Why the sudden interest in
little old me?
                                                            

85.

Randy's face reveals the losing battle with his emotions.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I've been worried.
                                                            
                       LUCY
That's sweet, but there's no need.
                                                            
Randy gets up and gives Lucy a hug. She COUGHS
uncontrollably.
                                                            
                       RANDY
You alright?
                                                            
                       LUCY
Just a dash under the weather. My
medication is really taking it out
of me.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Is there anything I can get you?
                                                            
Lucy continues COUGHING.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Orange juice.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Absolutely.
                                                            
Randy gets up and walks to the fridge. He grabs the orange
juice and pours a glass. He brings it back.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Thanks.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Is there anything else you need?
Anything at all?
                                                            
Lucy drinks her orange juice. She COUGHS VIOLENTLY. Randy
looks desperately, wants to help, but knows he can't.
                                                            
                       LUCY
No. I'm really glad you came over
-- I've been wanting to spend some
time with you.
                                                            
                       RANDY
I should have done it a lot
sooner. I'll do it a lot more.
                                                            

86.

                       LUCY
Something's been weighing on my
mind--
                                                            
                       RANDY
--Mom, you don't need to.
                                                            
                       LUCY
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you
like I should have been after dad
you know...
                                                            
                       RANDY
We all have regrets, I know how
tough it was for you.
                                                            
Lucy stumbles, drops to the floor COUGHING. Randy quickly
rushes to her side and lifts her.
                                                            
                       LUCY
I think I should be heading to
bed. That'll make me feel better.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Let me help.
                                                            
Randy helps Lucy stand. He braces her as they walk down the
hall.
                                                            
 
INT. LUCY'S BEDROOM - DAY
                                                            
Randy sits on a chair overlooking Lucy in bed, asleep. Her
breaths are weak and measured.
                                                            
Her eyes open wide. She struggles to breath. Randy grabs her
hand and squeezes tight. The life drains from her body.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Love ya, Mom. I'll be back
tomorrow.
                                                            
Randy passes a hand over her open eyelids and closes them.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Randy gets in and breaks down into UNCONTROLLABLE SOBS.
                                                            
 

87.

INT. RANDY AND DONNA'S BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Randy wakes up in bed, turns and ogles a sleeping Donna. A
genuine smile.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY'S TRUCK - DAY
                                                            
Randy drives, Henry holds flowers in his lap.
                                                            
                       HENRY
Why are we bringing Grandma
flowers?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Because she's not feeling well and
this will make her feel better.
                                                            
                       HENRY
What's wrong with her?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Nothing.
                                                            
                       HENRY
      (confused)
I thought you said she wasn't
feeling well?
                                                            
                       RANDY
She's just a little under the
weather, that's all.
                                                            
                       HENRY
Oh.
                                                            
 
EXT. LUCY'S DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Randy and Henry get out of the truck and head to the front
door. Randy rings the doorbell. A few seconds later Lucy
answers. She looks as bad as she did before.
                                                            
                       LUCY
Randy, Henry, what are you doing
here?
                                                            
                       RANDY
Surprise, Mom!
                                                            
                       LUCY
      (looks at Henry)
Who are the flowers for?
                                                            

88.

Henry hands Lucy the flowers. A large, heartwarming smile.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY AND DONNA'S BEDROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Randy's eyes blink open. Alone in bed, he regards his
surroundings with a smile.
                                                            
 
INT. RANDY AND DONNA'S LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Randy stumbles down the stairs, still in his pajamas. He
stops dead in his tracks.
                                                            
LIGHT CRIES
                                                            
Randy continues to the bottom of the stairs. Donna sits at
the kitchen table, teary eyed, a NEWSPAPER gripped in her
hands.
                                                            
She quickly puts the paper down and wipes her cheeks.
                                                            
                       RANDY
What's wrong?
                                                            
                       DONNA
Nothing.
                                                            
Donna quickly stands. She throws the paper in the trash and
exits.
                                                            
                       RANDY
Donna,--
                                                            
Randy picks up the NEWSPAPER and examines the headline: "10
Year Anniversary of Missing Teen."
                                                            
Underneath the headline are pictures of BRIAN RIVERS.
                                                            
 
INT. HENRY'S BEDROOM - DAY
                                                            
Randy and Henry sit on opposite sides of a chess