Butterfly Effect: The Creative Process Page #2

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Understand?

Yes.

Where are you now?

I'm standing next to Kayleigh.

My hands are over her ears.

Are you hurting her?

No, I'm protecting her.

Okay.

Now let's move forward in time.

What do you see?

I see a car.

Yes, Evan,

tell me about the car.

Go on.

Nothing can hurt you.

Remember, it's only a movie.

You are completely safe.

I can't...

The car vanishes

and all of a sudden

I'm on the ground

in the woods.

The car doesn't vanish, Evan.

The movie in your head

is broken, that's all.

Now tell me about the car.

I can't!

It's coming...

Fight it, Evan, hurry.

It's coming!

- Oh my God!

- On the count of 10,

- you'll wake up feeling refreshed...

- What are you doing?

...and remembering everything

that we talked about.

What is happening?

Make it stop!

One, you're feeling awake. Two,

your eyes are not feeling as heavy.

- Five, six.

- Wake up!

- Come on, Evan, wake up! Nine, 10.

- Wake up!

Oh God.

What happened?

Did it work?

Alright, thanks, Mum.

See you later.

Wipe that sad-arse look

off your face

before you get us busted.

Did you see the way Evan's mum

was looking at you?

Sorry.

Alright, will someone

tell me already

what the hell happened

with the mailbox?

Don't you ever

bring that sh*t up again.

Not ever!

Let's go.

Are you okay?

Holy sh*t!

Look at that fat f***!

He's got bigger titties

than Lenny's mum.

- Shhh!

- Shut up, f*ggot.

No one's talking to you.

I'm sorry, Kayleigh,

this was a bad idea.

You really don't remember

anything that happened?

You're so lucky.

Look, everything's

gonna be okay.

Lenny'll be fine. You'll see.

Sorry.

It's not your fault.

Mrs Kagan called Dad

and blamed us

for what happened to Lenny.

Your dad did that?

- I deserve a lot worse.

- What are you talking about?

What you deserve is

a better father and brother.

All they do is

make you feel like sh*t.

You really have no clue

how beautiful you are, do you?

What the f*** are you doing?!

Buying popcorn.

What the f*** are you doing?

- Whoops.

- I can't believe you freaking did that.

- He's a little punk.

- Why are you being such a dick?

I can't believe

what you just did.

Stop it!

Stop hitting him.

What's wrong with you?

Somebody, please help us.

Alright, that's it, kid.

You're out of here.

Get him away! Get him away!

Now in another story,

the peaceful town of Briarville

was rocked this afternoon

in the wake of a horrible

act of vandalism.

While police officials

in upstate New York believe

this was a simple act

of criminal mischief gone awry,

the tragedy has clearly

devastated the community.

Now this was the grisly aftermath

of a powerful explosion

believed to have been caused

by an unknown quantity of dynamite.

The police have no leads,

no suspects and no motive...

Good night.

We're moving.

I can't believe

Tommy's still pissed at me.

He knows

I'm moving away, right?

He's been acting

real strange lately.

He won't even look me

in the eyes anymore.

Duck, here they come!

Did your mum say

if Lenny was okay?

He must be. I mean,

they're letting him out, right?

Welcome home.

I thought you might like

some fresh air for a change.

- Is Tommy with you guys?

- No. It's cool.

So, what'd you do in there?

It was awful.

You can't sleep because

everybody's screaming

all night long.

I never want to go back.

Do you see that?

Yeah, what's up

with the smoke?

Crockett!

What are you doing

with my dog?!

- Look what you made me do!

- What the hell's wrong with you?!

Kayleigh. Oh, God, come on,

please wake up.

Wake up, please!

Wake up!

Why don't you f***ing kiss her,

Prince Charming?

Ow.

How long was I out?

Kayleigh, what's wrong?

Oh sh*t.

I'm sorry.

Aced it.

And time.

Put your pencils down

and place your bluebooks

on my desk before you leave.

You too, Mr Nelson. We're all

in the same time-zone, here.

So how'd you do, Evan?

I don't know. I might have got

some of the stories mixed up.

Was it Pavlov that conditioned

his dog to lick his nuts?

Typical psych major,

a complete wise-arse.

And how's your project coming?

Are you still planning to change

the way we humble scientists

- view memory assimilation?

- Don't really have a choice.

Oh, jeez, it smells like

patchouli and arse in here.

Cricket, this is my well-mannered

roommate, Evan.

Yeah...

you're the one

that f***ed up the bell curve

on my anthropology final.

- Later, Thumper.

- Bye.

F***ing dick.

- Wow, sweet girl, man.

- I found your shirt, bro'.

Oh, you sick f***.

Alright, man, get dressed.

You're taking me out.

Why, what'd you do,

ace another midterm?

No.

Better than that,

seven years, no blackouts.

F*** yeah, bro',

let's do this!

- Oh, yeah!

- Yeah! Come and get it.

Be gentle with me! Be gentle!

I'm postcoital. I'm tender.

Did she cradle the balls

and work the shaft?

Nice.

Look at this f***ing guy.

Get the f*** out of my bar.

So, which one of you

has the pet worm?

Worms, plural!

Ah. That's so gross.

Talk to him about it.

He's got the fetish.

Watch it.

It's a psych project actually.

It's a study on memory loss.

Better explain before all this excitement

gives me a heart attack.

eats it off the floor.

Well, if I can figure out

how the memories

in a simple worm function,

it should help me to understand

the complexities...

of the human brain.

Let me get this shot.

- What the f***, weirdo?!

- F*** this...

Well, I guess

that's your game.

Go, you go.

It smells like sex in here.

Yeah, Thumper had

a busy afternoon.

You're kidding?

He's so big.

Yeah.

Well, I guess charisma

and eyeliner go a long way.

- You want a beer?

- Yeah.

You got any incense or scented candles

or something?

Okay.

Whoa, no.

Let me put this away.

Most guys usually tuck porn

under their bed.

All you've got

are comp books?

Yeah, they're my journals.

I've been keeping them

since I was seven.

Wow.

Read me something.

I ought to be getting

something out of this.

That's all I've got to say.

Here we go.

'It's like my mind refuses

to believe what I'm seeing.'

'... Hearing Crockett

make those awful screams.

Just writing about it

gives me the shivers.'

Come on. Go on.

'It was like Tommy

was possessed or something.

There was a hate

in his eyes that... '

Are you okay?

Where am I?

What the hell's going on?

I can't get it open!

Drop it or I'll slit

your mother's throat in her sleep.

Uhh! I got him, Lenny.

Save Crockett!

Listen to me, Evan,

and you listen to me good.

There's a million

other sisters in the world,

so why'd you have

to f*** with mine?

It's okay.

It was just a dream.

Uh-huh...

it didn't feel like a dream.

Maybe because

they never do.

So, Don Juan, you pass out

on all your dates?

Lenny...

hey, I've got a surprise for you.

You're never gonna

guess who's here.

Hey, it's me... Evan.

What are you working on there?

A model?

Look, uh...

I can see that you're busy,

so I'll try to make this quick.

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