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INT. REESE'S CAR - AFTERNOON

Reese

Everything revolves around Baphomet and I don't need anybody to tell me I'm wasting my life.

Brynnan

And who's Baphomet?

REESE

A woman I never knew.

BRYNNAN

I don't understand.

REESE

You've heard the expression "Go fuck a goat"? You know how it is when you meet someone and both of you have a mutual interest in one another, but the longer you chat, the more something about them just doesn't appeal to you. I get that and other expressions a lot, like "drop dead", "get lost"...

BRYNNAN

Yeah. So? C'mon let's go, the light's green.

REESE

Okay. Let me start from the beginning.

The little sedan speeds off as BRYNNAN, a student at the school REESE works at, sticks her hand out the passenger side of the car.

Brynnan

You know, Reese, I'm not stupid. I can see that you've been hurt. Everyone goes thru the ordeal of a broken heart.

REESE

Right, but not everybody handles it the same way. Some people kill themselves, others simply move on, and yet others become bitter the rest of their lives.

Brynnan

Your point?

REESE

I don't have a point. I'm just saying, people able to count their losses and move on aren't too different from people who settle for whoever they can get, and people who commit suicide aren't too different from people who lead bitter, angry lives.

Brynnan

And which one are you?

REESE

My problem is neither that I refuse to see things for what they are, nor the complete protective barrier to my heart. I just find that the longer it takes for time to heal a broken heart, the less likely it is that that person can find somebody compatible. Isn't it a two way road? It's just as hard to find a woman I really like who feels the same way about me.

BRYNNAN

Why.

REESE

Why what?

BRYNNAN

Why can't you overlook your differences?

REESE

It isn't always me, you know. Besides, I don't know who I am.

BRYNNAN

Oh come off it, a position like yours... anybody would kill for, and you don't know who you wanna be. Pft.

REESE

I didn't say that. I said I don't know who I am. Everyone knows me as Reese. but when in my youth I suffered amnesia as a result of a concussion.

BRYNNAN

What happened?

REESE

Oh, my mother left us alone to play outside. My older sister was in charge. According to them, I wanted to be pushed while I laid on my skateboard so that I could slide underneath a parked car. You see, I thought I could slide underneath the car and emerge at the other end. I hit my head against something metal in the frame.

Brynnan

Ouch. And how old were you?

REESE

Couldn't've been more than five or six.

BRYNNAN

Amnesia at that age must be nearly undetectable. You probably barely knew what your name was at five.

REESE

But don't you see, they could've told me anything. What I do remember is my father wasn't at home so he must've been working. Why the family car was parked at home never made sense to me. It doesn't make sense.

BRYNNAN

How evil. So you have difficulty placing trust in women, or do you only have difficulty trusting children?

REESE

Some pretty strange things happened when I was little. I had a cousin who died as a result of an auto accident. We all went to the funeral and it was the first time I ever saw a corpse. At that age I didn't know about death.

BRYNNAN

What age?

REESE

Uhm, I only have a concept of time directly related to the various houses we've lived in before moving to a neighborhood less dominated by an African/American community.

Brynnan find a station on the radio.

Brynnan

How does this effect your relationship with... Baphomet?

Reese

I'll get to that. Be patient. At the funeral my aunt hugged me harder than I'd ever been hugged before. It was odd, to say the least. My sisters said it might've been because I reminded her of her son, but the hugging scared me. She wouldn't let me go and kept whispering stuff into my ear. I don't know how I ever escaped her clutches, but whatever it was she was saying was combined with tears and sobs.

BRYNNAN

Long story short?

Reese shuts up after this. They arrive at Mel's and just as Reese begins to unbuckle his seat belt and open the door, Brynnan stops him.

Brynnan

Hey! Where you going? Let's eat in the car. They'll send a waitress out to take our order.

REESE

That's going to take longer.

BRYNNAN

No it won't. C'mon.

Reese gets back into the car mumbling to himself something about not being very hungry anyway.

Reese

Okay, but I don't want to listen to this shit music anymore.

BRYNNAN

Gees. Sorrry.

Reese

You're just trying to get on my nerves. You know I can't stand easy listening crap.

BRYNNAN

Devil worshipper. You know what I don't understand. If you had amnesia, how do you remember the funeral.

Reese

It must've happened afterward. Or else, I've only remembered the hi-lites of my youth. So let me jump forward to when I fell in love for the first time. Or should I say when I was struck by love at first site?

FADE TO

INT. CAMPUS HEALTH CARE OFFICES - DAY

TEN YEARS EARLIER

In the dark side of the room separated by a two way mirror, a group of law enforcement officers observe an ongoing interview with a witness they believe might have information. Some of the men wear suits, some wear uniforms, others are dressed casually as though they were undercover narcotics agents planted on school grounds. The interview is conducted by the schools psychiatric doctor under the direction of campus security. Or, you might say, the men watching the interrogation have the full cooperation of the school's medical facilities.

POLICEMAN 1

Since he was a little boy, he was a murderer.

POLICEMAN 2

But not a killer like what we see on TV and movies. The sickos out there who kill for sport, or some perverted idea of exaltation.

POLICEMAN 1

Don't question my authority. If I say he's exemplary to the case, then that's what he is, damn it!

POLICEMAN 2

Look. Here. It says in the file that he was not considered at fault. That's not murder. He was playing with his cousin. He was exonerated.

POLICEMAN 1

Children left alone at home to find a loaded gun are killers when they decide it's okay to play cops and robbers and end up killing somebody. You know the rules about that. His case is no different. In fact, killing with your bare hands is worse in my book.

POLICEMAN 2

We don't know that. Shhh. I can't hear.

Inside the doctors office, none of the comments between the police can be heard.

REESE

We were left to be supervised by my older sister. She was five years older than me.

PSYCHIATRIST

Ten or eleven.

REESE

Right, when the accident occurred. So nobody ever knew how it happened except for what my sister said.

POLICE 1

We know he's the same Reese connected with the Baphoment plot to spark a student rebellion. Unless we gain his trust, he's not going to remember anything.

POLICE 2

But he isn't the guy. How can you suspect him just because he fed a few lines to a student. Everyone lies to women to get in their pants?

POLICE 1

You don't have the big picture. He's a suspect in more than one case. Wherever this guy goes, the plague of death follows.

PSYCHIATRIST

Why was your father angry with you?

The psychiatrist begins to perspire and uses a tissue to dab her forehead.

REESE

I don't remember. It might've been that I didn't want to go to church that day. But I also remember it being my older sisters who despised going to mass on Sundays. I really didn't know what was going on at that age, and I was naive as a lemur. We get in the car an go. Sometimes it's good, and we arrive at Disneyland, sometimes it's bad and we end up at church. I never knew until we physically arrived there.

SFX: DISTANT BURSTS OF GUNS

On the police scanners, cracks of static interrupt a call for back up. One of the officers in the room respond with inquiry about the call as well as confirmation of the posibility of fire arms on campus. The school psychiatrist is not aware of any commotion, but begins to develop a flushed look followed by sneezing and coughing.

PSYCHIATRIST

Would it have shocked you if you'd been told what really happened at six.

REESE

You mean about his chasing me around the bedroom by my dad to deliver a spanking.

PSYCHIATRIST

well... about the concussion.

REESE

He doesn't know. He was working.

PSYCHIATRIST

So. Then the only people who know are your two sisters and yourself?

REESE

Pretty much. I dunno where Mom was at the time. Inside the house somewhere.

PSYCHIATRIST

Tell me about the funeral.

FADE OUT

INT. REESE'S CAR - AFTERNOON




PRESENT TIME



Brynnan

No! You aren't going to get your way. You're a lying son of a bitch.

Reese covers his mouth with one hand. He knows that the situation can only be made worse if he partook in the exchange of this heated discussion.

Brynnan (CONT'D)

You aren't going to make me out to be the bad guy, either.

Brynnan takes her middle finger and sticks in in Reese's face.

Brynnan (CONT'D)

God! I just want to take you by the throat and...

REESE

I'm sorry. It was understood that we wouldn't allow this to progress.

BRYNNAN

So all this time, you reserve all you love for that... that...

REESE

I blame my parents. I wasn't man enough at the tender age of adolescence to support her. Now, I blame her for what I've become. I just can't fill the emptiness. Continuing down this road would be disaster.

BRYNNAN

But you don't have to do this.

REESE

You lie too. I know there's a link. Somebody close keeps in touch with her, I just don't know who.

BRYNNAN

You're psycho, man. I think you should stay away from me.

FLASHBACK

INT. AUNTIE'S HOUSE - DAY

SISTER 2

What was Auntie saying to you while she was hugging you?

REESE

Nothing. I dunno. I don't remember. Why is she acting like that?

SISTER 1

She misses her son. She was hugging you hard because she thinks you're him.

REESE

But I don't even look like him.

DAD

Do you want to see the body?

SISTER 1

No.

SISTER 2

We know. But you were the same age.

SISTER 1 turns to SISTER 2.

SISTER 1

Do you?

SISTER 2

No. Ask Reese. Maybe he'll go.

SISTER 1

Reese. Dad wants to know if you want to see your cousin in his casket.

SISTER 2

Go Reese. Then come back and tell us what he looks like.

REESE

Okay.

SISTER 2

Dad! Reese wants to see him.

As Reese's father accompanies him, he lifts him up near to his shoulders so Reese line of site is just above the bier where the small white coffin lays half open.

MOMENTS LATER

REESE

He was sleeping and wouldn't wake up. I remember him, when he was at the house playing with mom's yarn. He looked different because I never saw him asleep, or even drowsy. The color of his face didn't look like him.

SISTER 2

Was there blood?

REESE

No, I didn't see any. I didn't see any blood. Why? What happened to him?

SISTER 1

He was in the car when his father crashed.

END FLASHBACK

INT. BAPHOMET'S ALTAR - DAY

LYNELLE is sitting in the kitchen of her rental unit which she subleases to a cult of Druids to hold meetings.

SFX

Telephone rings

She picks up the phone but doesn't say a word.

LYNELLE

I don't understand. Just because you told me you taught there isn't a reason to suspect you had anything to do with it.

INTERCUT TELEPHONE CONVERSATION

INT. SMALL INTERNET CAFE - DAY

REESE

They know more about me than I do. Remember I told you I didn't know who I was? I think I did it. It was an accident, of course. Or... But I pushed him over the ledge and he fell on his head. Or I smothered him.

LYNELLE

Oh my god. Reese. Who? You never told me anything.

REESE

Must've been somebody else I was talking to. Hm. Just... just, I need you to call up my demon. I got the daylights beat outa me. My dad chased me around the room, but I don't remember what happened after he caught me. Well, just that he would use his belt on me and make me cry, but as far as why?...

LYNELLE

Okay, calm down. You're ranting and I can't make sense of anything you're saying. You're aware that I'm not a Druid and I only sublet the property to your... club.

REESE

I don't know what happened back then either. Everyone was high on something or another. Reality wasn't what we thought. From one day to the next, he vanished. I never heard a thing about it, I mean, he never told me he was moving away. Nobody said anything about him. Nobody really cared. Like when everybody goes their own way after graduation.

LYNELLE

Maybe I should come back.

REESE

No, listen. Listen.

(PAUSE)

I'm calm now. You're in the kitchen. The door to the basement is in the kitchen. All you have to do is place candles on the pre-drawn pentagram. Black candles. They're kept on the shelves against the wall adjacent to the font of the house. Please. I need you. Use the cordless phone. Once you light the last candle, place the phone in the center of the pentagram and you can leave. Don't forget, you owe me. The police can't touch me, unless somebody out there has it in for me. Otherwise, I'm innocent.

LYNELLE

I don't know if I can go through with it.

REESE

I don't expect you to. I can't force you to do anything, now that you have a better image of me. I figured you would be apprehensive.

LYNELLE

No, it isn't that.

REESE

You don't have to chant anything. That's what the cordless phone is for. What would you be coming back for? I'm not a vengeful person. The phone will hang up itself when I'm through. I'm not mad. I take my anger out in other ways. On others. People who mean nothing to me, and that's the way I'm able to escape suspicion. But if you come back, you'll know something about me I don't tell anybody. That's okay too. Coming back to... what? nothing? That's not revisiting memory lane.

LYNELLE

What about that gr?...

REESE

What? What girl? I deserve everything that's happened.

FADE OUT

EXT. STREET - DUSK

Reese takes his back pack with him as he makes his way back home. It's dark and there isn't many people standing around outside. As he walks, he hums to himself a song from an eighties band called the Go-Gos. All the while, his line of vision is fixated on just one house. As his every step brings him closer to the house along the street where he lives, his head gradually turn in its direction. When he arrives on the part of the street directly in front of the house he'd been staring at, he turns to face it.

There is something about this house if his behavior is any sign. The streets are empty, and just before reaching into his backpack, he double checks. He pulls out a finger and a few pumpkin seeds from his pocket.

He impresses the finger, stiff as an iron rod, into the soil. He pulls the finger out. He buries a pumpkin seed into the small hole and covers it with dirt. He does this again a few paces down. His behavior is calm and casual, as if one were petting a neighbors dog through a chain-link fence. When he makes the last hole, he makes the indention into the earth twice as deep, leaving the finger burried inside it. He drops a seed and covers it with dirt.

REESE

(to self)

Head over heels. Where should I go. Can't stop myself. Hm hm hmn hm.

INT. REESE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Reese sits in front of the TV with a glass of wine. He currently watches a TV broadcast of an entertainment news show.

SHOW HOST

People in entertainment have their own doubles.

OZZY OSBOURNE

No wonder actors don't like doing death scenes.

SHOW HOST

why?

OZZY OSBOURNE

To do a death scene means they'd have to step aside for a double to risk bodily injury for them. You know, an auto accident, falling off a ledge. Actors like to leave that stuff to the professionals. Fuck if they're going to risk a premature death. You know what I mean? I mean, unless they're dying of some kind of disease, or something. Actors don't get paid for physically harrowing stunts. And it's probably bad luck to have your doppelgänger so close to the set where you're filming. It means certain death to meet your own, real double, you know.

SHOW HOST

Uh, yeah right. Meeting your own double can be a once in a lifetime experience.

REESE

Right. Fuck, that dude knows what it's all about.

SFX

TELEPHONE RINGS

Reese lets the answering machine pick up the call after four rings. He listens for who it is to determine whether he wants to talk or not.

VOICE

Is it safe yet? You mean, to come out? yeh. Yeah. I guess. Just remember. Talk to ya later, buttercup.

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