Aftershocks

Jim Noone erased his memory, disappeared, and adopted a new identity to escape his past. His plan worked perfectly – until the woman who loved him follows one last hopeless lead to find him. Semi-linear “puzzle” movie with a twist ending. Character-driven drama.

Excerpt (pages 66-68):

     INT. TARGET STORE – NIGHT    

     Jim walks through a crowded Target store, the disk in his
     hand. He turns a corner and finds himself walking down a
     sporting goods aisle. In the middle of the aisle a TWELVE-
     YEAR OLD KID swings a baseball bat. Jim reaches the Twelve-
     Year Old Kid and stops. The kid looks up at Jim, a little
     scared by his intensity.
                             

                            JIM
                        (to the kid)
                You wanna play baseball?
     

     The kid just looks at Jim.                            

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                You wanna hit a home run?
    

     The kid nods.                            

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                Let me see your swing.
     

     The kid swings the bat.                            

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                Not bad, but harder this time. You
                wanna hit a home run, right?
     

     The kid smiles and nods, and swings the bat as hard as he
     can. Jim is pleased.
                            

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                That’s great. That’s great. Okay,
                let’s hit a home run.
     

     Jim takes a step toward the kid, about three feet away. He
     crouches down and leans forward, with his hands on his
     knees so that his head is now completely within the kid’s
     strike zone. Jim turns so that the drive in his head faces
     squarely toward the kid. Jim taps his head, where the drive
     is.
                           

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                Here you go, kid. Give it a shot.
                Right here.
     

     The kid just looks at him.                            

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                Come on, right here. Hit a home 
                run.
     

     The kid just looks at him. He won’t swing the bat. Jim is
     getting impatient.

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                       (tapping his head)
                Right here, kid, right here. Go for 
                it. Home run, right here.
    

     PUSH IN CLOSE TOWARD:

     Jim as he closes his eyes for a long moment, expectant. But
     nothing happens.
                           

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                        (eyes still closed, angry)
                Come on, kid!!! Home run!!!

     Angry, Jim looks up and sees the Twelve-Year Old Kid and
     his MOTHER standing there, looking at him. The mother is
     disturbed and offended, with her arm tightly around her
     son. Jim sees her and his face falls. He is almost
     embarrassed.

     A beat. Then the Mother leads her son down the aisle, away 
     from Jim.

                            JIM (CONT’D)
                        (calling after the mother,
                         half-apologizing)
                It wasn’t supposed to work like
                this.

     INT. JIM’S HOUSE – NIGHT

     Jim sits at his computer desk with the same disk in his
     hand.

                             JIM
               …wasn’t supposed to work like
               this…

     Jim inserts the disk into his computer.

     ON COMPUTER MONITOR:

     The screen reads, “THIS DISK IS UNREADABLE BY THIS
     COMPUTER. DO YOU WISH TO RE-INITIALIZE?”. There are two
     boxes given as options: “EJECT” and “ERASE.”

     BACK TO SCENE:

     Annoyed, Jim grabs the mouse and drags it towards “EJECT,”
     but then he stops himself. He thinks for a long moment. He
     seems to understand something, as if a wonderful idea has
     come to him. A resigned, acquiescent half-smile comes over
     his face, as if he’s giving into some irresistible force.
     Jim drags the mouse toward “ERASE.” But he doesn’t click
     the mouse button.

     Then Jim stands and walks out of the room.

     Jim re-enters with a legal pad and pen. He clears some
     space on his desk and begins writing in the pad. The
     PHONE BEGINS RINGING. Jim ignores it, driven.

           After a moment, Jim stops. He tears the page he was
    
writing on and throws it away. He looks around his desk for
     something, but he cannot find it. The phone continues to
     RING.

     Jim stands and walks out of the room again. His answering
     machine picks up with a BEEP.

                            KATHY (ON MACHINE)
                        (intimate)
                Hey, just wanted to see what you
                were doing. I hadn’t heard from you
                since… since the other night.

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