PHONE RINGS. SIRENS! RADIO CHATTER. SMALL BOY (V.O.) It was an accident. MEDIC (V.O.) There's no response... CHILD SCREAMS! AN OBJECT FALLING. CRASHES! SIRENS! DR. BRYCE (V.O.) Do the nightmares persist... FADE IN: INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY ERIN HOWARD (22) reclines on a couch with a wet towel across his brow. Erin's hand stretches and balls at his side... and it shakes. Beside him sits DR. BRYCE (41) with a note pad and a cup of tea. She studies him over her glasses. DR. BRYCE Have you been taking your medicine? Erin MOANS. He braces his shaking hand with his other and lays them on top of his chest. Dr. Bryce studies him carefully and makes a note. The standout words on her note pad: REPRESSES INCIDENT... circled; ANGRY TANTRUMS TURN VIOLENT... underlined. Most importantly in a BOLD RED BOX: PART OF CLINICAL TRIAL OF NEW DRUG. ERIN The migraines are getting unbearable. DR. BRYCE If you take your medicine it will help. ERIN Owen says the pills makes me crazy. DR. BRYCE (beat; softly) I don't care what, Owen, thinks-- ERIN Yes! (sits up) I take your goddamn pills. Dr. Bryce jots down a note: "Steadily becomes more irritable." It's under another underlined note: "Obsessive." Erin SIGHS, and runs his hand through his short crew-cut hair. ERIN (CONT'D) It doesn't do shit. DR. BRYCE Traumatic events are difficult... even years after they've occurred. ERIN I can't even remember it. DR. BRYCE We're very capable of blocking emotional hurt, but the scars remain. Erin rubs his hands, and bounces his knees up and down. DR. BRYCE (CONT'D) Next week I'd like to try hypnosis again. In the meantime maybe we should up your dose... ERIN (imitates her voice) Maybe we should up your dose... (throws towel on floor) Maybe I need a new doctor. Dr. Bryce sits still behind her glasses. Her scrutinizing glance pierces Erin. He stands. ERIN (CONT'D) What's the point. I'll see you next week. DR. BRYCE Hold it. (she goes to her desk) I want you to have your medicine in front of me. Erin shakes his head in protest. Dr. Bryce takes a pill and places it in his hand. Erin stares at it. The PILL is a round white capsule with no writing on it. It could easily be mistaken for a mint. Dr. Bryce clears her throat and extends a glass of water. ERIN Fuck it. He downs the pill without water and sticks out his tongue. EXT. STREET - DAY Erin lights up a joint. He drags a hit and billows a cloud of smoke. Nearby a yuppie on a phone texts. Erin scowls. OWEN RAKES (22) extends an apple to Erin. In a punk, sort of biker boy outcast style of the 1950's, his bleach blond hair sticks up wildly. He's got on a black leather jacket over an open white dress shirt, a red t-shirt under that, dark jeans, and military boots. Erin pushes past him. Owen bites into the apple and struts beside him, bouncing a tennis ball off the sidewalk and catching it. OWEN Those quacks don't know shit. Owen takes the joint and hits it, tennis ball still bouncing in front of him. ERIN Shut up, Erin. OWEN What? I told you she wouldn't be happy to see you again. All they want to do these days is force you to take more drugs. Pharmaceutical companies... they're your doctor. Owen CHEWS his apple loud. Erin crosses the street-- INT. LINDA'S APARTMENT - DAY SUSAN (20) washes dishes. It's a college student's apartment; not large, and not a whole lot of furniture, and the kitchen opens into the living room. There's a-- EXT. LINDA'S APARTMENT - DAY Erin RAPS on the door. Owen bounces a tennis ball off a nearby wall while he sits on the stairs. Susan opens the door. ERIN Is Linda home? Susan stands in the door, which isn't opened wide. Owen continues to bounce ball right near Erin's head. He glances back at him sharply. He stops. SUSAN What are you doing here, Erin? ERIN Please, I just want to see-- SUSAN She doesn't want to see you. Why don't you beat it. She SLAMS the door in his face. Owen chuckles. OWEN Man I could have told you-- Erin snatches Owen's tennis ball and throws it down the stairwell. EXT. TOP LEVEL OF PARKING STRUCTURE - DAY Erin binges a beer. Owen bounces a tennis ball against the wall. Erin rolls his beer away and cracks open a new one. "Still I'm Sad" by The Yardbirds PLAYS out of his phone... his ringtone. LINDA (19), a pretty blond, is displayed on the phone. OWEN Don't answer. Erin answers-- ERIN Linda! Baby, I'm so glad-- LINDA (V.O.) What are you doing coming by my place? Erin stammers. LINDA (V.O.) I thought I made it clear: we're over! ERIN (on phone) Baby, please... LINDA (V.O.) I'm not your baby. If you come by again I'm filing a restraining order. THE LINE GOES DEAD. Erin hangs up. OWEN Smooth. ERIN Shut up. Erin clinches a fist. He takes out his pill bottle and pops one in his mouth. Owen takes a seat next to him. OWEN The more you take those and the more you see that shrink the worse you get. Erin grinds his teeth. INT. DINER - NIGHT A fork digs into mashed potatoes. Erin shovels a load into his mouth. Owen has a stack of pancakes. He enjoys every bite. OWEN Mmmhmmm! This is great. Erin receives a text: PIANO RIFF. He looks at it. OWEN (CONT'D) Oh yeah! There's supposed to be this major party happening tonight. Erin looks at him. ERIN At 68th and Lexington? OWEN I guess. I can't remember where, I get so many invites. Erin scowls. OWEN (CONT'D) I suppose Linda will be there. Owen digs back in. INT. PARTY - NIGHT Party attendants drink, smoke, and do drugs. They dance in close erotic proximity with partners, and let loose in every way. Owen pumps his fist in the air and HOWLS like a madman. Erin sulks in a corner with a forty. Some girls pass by giggling. Erin pops a pill in his mouth and washes it down with his beer. LINDA flirts on the other side of the room with a FRAT BOY. Erin watches her through the crowd. She smiles brightly and touches his strong shoulders. Owen slides beside him and follows his gaze. OWEN You're not going to allow that are you? Erin swigs back a huge binge and pushes through the crowd-- PUNCH! Erin attacks the FRAT BOY in a fury. LINDA SCREAMS! THE FRAT BOY FALLS BACK INTO A CROWD-- THE BOYS PUSH HIM BACK INTO ERIN-- THE FRAT BOY SWINGS A PUNCH-- KNOCKS! INT. BATHROOM - DAY ERIN WAKES ON THE FLOOR-- KNOCKS! He shuffles up and gets a view of surroundings: Industrial bathroom, that's part of a public place, with one toilet, sink unit, mirror, and steel towel dispenser. Blood drips down his forehead. The cut has coagulated, and the drips dry. His nose is bloody. KNOCKS! VOICE (O.S.) OPEN UP IN THERE! Erin pushes himself up and catches himself in the mirror. He notes the blood and touches it with his hand. He looks down at it in his hand-- KNOCKS! Erin clumsily unlocks and-- A JANITOR (59) nearly punches Erin. JANITOR What are you doing in there? Erin stares at him, and the Janitor is taken back by his appearance. He nods and backs away. JANITOR (CONT'D) Sorry. Erin shuts the door. Grabs a paper towel and turns on the sink. He opens the door-- INT. PARKING BUILDING - DAY The janitor pushes his cart into the elevator, and OWEN bounces his tennis ball against the wall opposite the bathroom. Owen nods towards Erin. OWEN Will you finish up in there? INT. BATHROOM - DAY Erin shuts the door. The water runs. Erin watches himself in the mirror. He dips the paper towel in the water and washes off the blood. He dabs the wet areas with a dry towel. He takes out his bottle of pills and lays one out on the sink. He runs his hand under the water and cups a mouthful-- SPITS BLOOD! He looks into his reflection's eyes-- PUSHES PILL INTO SINK-- IT WASHES DOWN THE DRAIN... EXT. STREET - DAY SIRENS! The asphalt is wet, and a light rain fills the air. Erin ducks near a building with his sweatshirt's hood over his head and his hat's brim pulled down over his face. He lights a joint under an alcove. SQUISH. The wet tennis ball bounces against the wet sidewalk. Erin stares at him. A BUSINESSMAN comes out the entrance to the building, diverts around Erin, flips him the bird, and continues conversing on his cell as he pops open his umbrella. Erin doesn't take his eyes off Owen. OWEN What? ERIN What the fuck have you got me into this time? OWEN I'm not the one who got in a fight. ERIN No? You're the one who induced it! Erin acts casual as a WOMAN AND SMALL CHILD pass. She hurries her kid faster, and stares at Erin. Owen makes a face at them. Erin gets close to Owen's face. ERIN (CONT'D) You're always whispering in my ear. Giving me such wonderful advice. OWEN I'm telling you it's the drugs-- ERIN I'm not on them now, am I? OWEN Good. (backs away) Maybe you'll stop listening to me then. Owen leaves Erin. ERIN Maybe I will! Erin screams and grabs his head... a headache. EXT. PARK - DAY Dr. Bryce reads a book at a park bench with an umbrella. Erin sinks into the seat next to Dr. Bryce. ERIN I need your help. Dr. Bryce jumps and drops her book. DR. BRYCE Where did you come-- Erin? Erin grabs his head and moans. ERIN I'm in trouble. DR. BRYCE It's my day off. I'll see you Monday. Have you been taking your medicine? Erin rubs his temples, and tries to sooth the headache. ERIN I... er... may have hurt someone. DR. BRYCE Again? ERIN What? (beat) Don't tell me you won't help-- Dr. Bryce picks up her wet book from the asphalt. DR. BRYCE Erin, do you remember what you did? Erin stares at her blankly. ERIN What are you talking about? Of course it was last night-- DR. BRYCE Erin, what do you see when you have your nightmares? Erin grinds his teeth and makes a fist. DR. BRYCE (CONT'D) Your nightmares are memories. ERIN Oh yeah! DR. BRYCE They're dark memories. ERIN No. No, you're wrong. DR. BRYCE Why? ERIN I don't have time... I need you to help me. DR. BRYCE I'm trying to-- Are you taking your medicine? Erin glances up to a tree-- Owen jumps down from the tree and waves his arms wildly at the squirrels. ERIN SCREAMS IN PAIN-- DR. BRYCE (CONT'D) Erin? ERIN Yes. Yes, I'm taking them. Dr. Bryce studies him and tuts. DR. BRYCE Erin, I want to help you... (beat) Are you still seeing Owen? Erin looks back to Owen-- HIS HEAD IS BLOWN OFF! Erin looks away and blinks rapidly. He rubs his temples and looks back. Owen's gone. Dr. Bryce watches him. ERIN He's my best friend. Erin takes out his pills and dumps them. ERIN (CONT'D) And these. DR. BRYCE What are you-- ERIN He's right. They're making things worse. Erin stands and throws the pill case into Dr. Bryce's lap. EXT. TOP LEVEL OF PARKING STRUCTURE - DAY Owen bounces his tennis ball against a wall, with gun in hand. Erin rushes up the stairwell and halts when he sees him. ERIN Owen! OWEN Nice of you to join me. He continues to throw and catch the ball. He switches the safety on the gun. ERIN Where did you get a gun? OWEN You know where? Erin stalks towards him. ERIN No. No, I haven't known where to get a gun since-- Owen smiles. OWEN Now you remember. Erin stalls for a second, and it dawns on him-- FLASH TO: INT. DEN - DAY Two young boys, ERIN (9) and OWEN (10), sneak in the dark room. The shades are drawn, but sunlight sneaks through the cracks. They go to a cabinet. Owen pulls the ottoman over and climbs on top. Erin gets on his shoulders and reaches up for the top shelf of the cabinet. He pulls a box. They sit near the window with it open. Inside is a Beretta with three magazines. FLASH TO: EXT. TOP LEVEL OF PARKING STRUCTURE - DAY Erin shakes his head. ERIN No. My dad got rid-- Owen smirks. FLASH TO: INT. DEN - DAY Owen picks up the gun and a magazine. OWEN Cool. ERIN Let me hold it! Owen slides the magazine into it. ERIN (CONT'D) Owen, I want to see it. Owen pulls back the slide, and cocks the gun into position. OWEN This thing is so awesome. Erin grabs it. ERIN I want to try it-- FLASH TO: GUNSHOT! EXT. TOP LEVEL OF PARKING STRUCTURE - DAY DISTANT SIRENS FADE AWAY-- Erin falls to the ground. Owen, with head blown off, sits next to him. He waves the gun around. OWEN Isn't it cool! Erin stares at him. OWEN (CONT'D) I told you those drugs weren't doing you any good. ERIN I... I thought-- Have you always been... OWEN Yeah. Just a figment of your mind. A side effect of the drug. Erin gasps. ERIN I... I... er-- I didn't mean to. OWEN I know. He hands Erin the tennis ball. And puts the gun to his head. ERIN NO! Owen chuckles. OWEN Only way to get rid of me. And those headaches. The nightmares. Everything. I got to do it. Erin shakes his head. ERIN No. No, if you're not real... then. The gun is in his hand. Owen smiles. Erin lowers the gun from his head. He throws the gun under a nearby car. Owen flickers out and back in. He dissolves partially into the surrounding area. OWEN FADES AWAY... AND IS GONE. Erin drops the tennis ball, and it falls to the ground. HE LAUGHS-- EXT. STREET - DAY THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT. Erin steps into the sun... INT. BOOKSTORE - DAY Erin searches the shelves of books. He comes to a section that interests him. EVE FAIRBAIRN (23), a slender and cute brunette with glasses searches through the non-fiction section nearby. She checks Erin out. Erin catches her gaze and she quickly hides behind a book. He smiles. She looks back up, and smiles shyly. Erin strides over to her. ERIN Hi. EVE Hi. ERIN I see you have a fascination with... (checks her book title) Um... something. Eve giggles. She puts the book back on the shelf. EVE It's not that fascinating. Really, I'm just browsing. Erin groans and puts his hand up to his head. EVE (CONT'D) Are you okay? ERIN It's just a headache. EVE Too much reading? ERIN Yeah, those tablets just aren't the same as a paperback. Eve laughs. She watches him from behind her glasses with her green eyes. Erin smiles... ERIN (CONT'D) It passed. FADE OUT.