YOUNG ERIC
Topher! Man, you okay?
TOPHER’s eyes open very slowly. He looks at ERIC with an expression almost of amusement.
TOPHER
Erky. Give me a smoke, man.
ERIC fumbles out a cigarette and hands it to him.
YOUNG ERIC
This is all crazy, man. I think I’m starting to peak…
As he’s talking, TOPHER lights it simply by touching the tip of his finger to the end of the cigarette. ERIC stares, open-mouthed.
TOPHER
Zenger tried to get himself some. He touched little Kimmy’s tit and she smacked him.
YOUNG ERIC
Did he tell you that?
TOPHER
I saw it.
YOUNG ERIC
You were with us.
TOPHER (imperturbable)
I saw it. I can see your old lady right now. She and Kimmy’re having an argument because she wants to go home and Kimmy doesn’t. Kimmy’s kind of digging the high.
YOUNG ERIC
What are you talking about? You can’t see them from here.
TOPHER
I can see everything, man. I can see my fucking dad watching television in the living room at our house, drinking a fucking beer and squeezing his dick. Everything. I can see the, like, radio waves between the stars — they look like black rainbows. (he stands and lets his head fall back) You don’t know what I can do. I can see the worms in the ground under your feet, these little silver strings crisscrossing… (lets his head loll forward until he’s looking at ERIC; grins)
I can even see inside your head, Pierson. You’ve been thinking all night about some little blonde chick you met at Bader’s party who said she was going to UCLA in the fall — thinking about how she slipped you some tongue when you went out with her to get smokes…
TOPHER’s laugh is a cackle. ERIC takes a stumbling step backward. TOPHER opens his eyes wider — the pupils are so dilated that there is no iris, only BLACK HOLES in the middle of the white.
TOPHER
Don’t run away, Erky. It’s all starting to happen now — I can feel it. I’m getting so big that I’m not going to need my body soon. I’ll be flying, man, flying…
TOPHER actually begins to FLOAT up from the ground until he is hovering at least a foot in the air, head thrown back, laughing. ERIC turns and runs as we CUT TO:
EXT. — PIERSON HOUSE, 1976 — MINUTES LATER
YOUNG ERIC stands on the front porch, gasping for breath: he’s run all the way. He braces his hands on his knees. David Bowie is still playing inside. YOUNG ERIC (to himself; a terrified mantra)
Too high. Just peaking, that’s all. Cool out, man. Cool out.
Shakily, he stands and opens the door — the music comes rolling out. YOUNG BRENT is crouched beside the stereo system, records all over the floor, feverishly looking for something.
YOUNG ERIC
Where’s Janice?
BRENT shakes his head; he’s too busy.
YOUNG BRENT
Gotta change the music — too many edges. You got some Floyd, don’t you? Reverse the flow, you know what I mean? “Dark Side of the Moon”? No, no, too much electricity. The new one, the new one, the new one. “Wish You Were Here”, yeah, that’d close up the holes. (he looks up at ERIC, eyes wild, face flushed)
Where’s your Floyd, Pierson? You have “Wish You Were Here”, don’t you? Don’t you?
YOUNG ERIC
Take it easy, dude.
YOUNG BRENT
There’s fucking electricity, man! It’s leaking all over the place! I gotta put something on…!
YOUNG ERIC
Uh… I think I’ve got some Crosby, Stills, and Nash…
YOUNG BRENT
Perfect! (he returns to pawing frantically through the records, not really looking at any of them)
Crosby, Nash, Stills, still crazy, Crazy Horse, Young, young gifted and black, Black Mariah, Blackmore, Richie Blackmore, Black Oak, blackout, Black Sabbath… (he pauses for a moment, startled)
No. No! (returns to his pawing and gibberish)
Nash, Stills, steel, steal your face, Steely Dan, Steeleye Span, Stealer’s Wheel, wheels, wild, child, chill, still, Stills, Nash, Crosby, Nash…
ERIC is looking for JANICE. The living room is a mess. So is the kitchen, even worse. Someone has started to make a pot of Spaghetti-Os on the stove, but stopped partway through, leaving tomato sauce splashed on the counter. Someone has finger-painted a crude EYE on the counter with the tomato sauce — the eye with sun’s rays we’ve seen on BRENT’s doorstep — and a few ants are crawling around it.
As ERIC reaches the stairs leading upstairs, BRENT has put on a “mellower” record — King Crimson’s “Court of the Crimson King”. ERIC hesitates, then moves up into the shadowed staircase. As he reaches the landing, he pauses.
YOUNG ERIC
Janice?
He looks up and down the hall, then moves toward the only closed door — for a moment the hallway STRETCHES, so that it seems a VERY LONG WAY. He takes another step and his hand closes on the doorknob and the door swings open.
It’s his grandparent’s BEDROOM — fussy, tidy. The only light is from a small bedside lamp with a heavy shade, so the room is shadowy. A FIGURE is seated on the bed, back to him, very still. ERIC, clearly nervous, begins to walk around. It’s KIMMY, head down as though she’s asleep sitting up, her hair covering her face. As ERIC nervously reaches his hand toward her, she lifts her face, eyes wide.
KIMMY
Eric! I thought you were Janice. (she smiles)
Not Janice-Janice, of course, but this Janice.
YOUNG ERIC
Where is she?
KIMMY
I don’t know. She’s mad at me because I want to stay. Maybe she went home. If she has a home here, I mean — do you think everyone has one here, just like in real life?
ERIC shakes his head in confusion and sits beside her.
YOUNG ERIC
This is such a weird night…
KIMMY
I think it’s nice you’re in my dream.
YOUNG ERIC
Huh? KIMMY
Because I thought about it happening like this, and then it happened, so that’s how I know I’m dreaming.
YOUNG ERIC
You’re not dreaming, Kimmy. You’re just tripping.
KIMMY
Maybe you dreamed it, too. Maybe you just went to sleep, and now you’re dreaming the same dream as me. That’s okay. It means no one can get in except us. YOUNG ERIC
Like ghosts…
KIMMY
Yes. Like we’re ghosts, maybe. I never knew that there were so many places outside the world, Eric. I never thought there was any place I could really talk to you.
She turns to him, very intent.
KIMMY (cont.)
I could never say this to you in real life, but since this is a dream it doesn’t matter — I’m just talking to myself. I’ve been in love with you since 9th grade, Eric. Since we were in that Social Studies class together and did that project. When Janice started to go out with you, it hurt so much… (smiling but teary-eyed)
And I just thought, I can never say it, she’s my best friend. But now you and I are dreaming the same dream.
ERIC, overwhelmed, just stares.
KIMMY (cont.)
You’ll never know how much I wished this could happen for real. I used to imagine that we met at a party, and that you didn’t know Janice, and that we… (she turns her head away; when she turns back, her expression is almost feverish)
Sometimes I think about that at night, when I’m in bed, and I… I touch myself.
YOUNG ERIC
Jesus, Kimmy, I…
She leans over and puts her finger against his lips.
KIMMY
Ssshhh. I know — it doesn’t matter. I never understood that before, but I do now. Because there are places like this where we can be together — where we were always together. (she giggles)
I wonder if I’m asleep now? Lying on the floor, and you guys are trying to wake me up…
KIMMY takes off her glasses.