Tim Buttner - Multi-Media Expert


Tim is a Multi-Media Expert with skills that span various forms of media. Tim began writing screenplays before he was twelve, completing his first feature-length screenplay at sixteen. He began filming in high school and at seventeen gained experience interning at Edgewood Studios on the set of Zombie Town. Tim continued to study film at Drexel University, establishing himself in the Stereoscopic 3D revolution after attending workshops in New York City with Florian Maier on Stereoscopic Film Production. After graduating from Drexel's Film & Video Program with a Bachelor of Science, and with a Screenwriting & Playwriting Minor, Tim worked for Digital Revolution Studios under Craig Tanner and further worked in stereoscopic 3D. While at Drexel Tim co-founded a company (One Forest Films) with high school friends and for several years helped build the company as CTO, and Chief Web Designer. Tim has been a contributing writer for MarketSaw, and as well selected as a Beta Tester for Blackmagic Design on the URSA Mini 4.6K camera.


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—Favorite Quotes—

"Cinematography, a military art. Prepare a film like a battle." — Robert Bresson

"'Nobody's perfect' is the line that most sums up my work. There is no comedy, no drama about perfect people." — Billy Wilder

"Structure depends on strategy: strategy is determined according to events." — Cao Cao, from Sun Tzu's The Art of War

"I shall hang my 'lecturing' on the same peg with my other failures and follies. It must be a long peg and a strong peg to hold them all." — George Perkins Marsh

"Will the science of the human heart, around which all contemporary art is based, exhaust so completely the writer's powers of imagination that in future the only novels that are written will be chronicles of various events?" — Giovanni Verga

"Train easy, fight hard… and die.
 Train hard, fight easy… and win." — Unknown

 

—Personal Quotes—

"Movies are not watched. They are an encounter with a life's experience not your own."

"I'm well trained in the art of turning shit to gold."

"'My favorite movies are the ones inside my head."

Open Book

               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.