• INT. PLAIN HOUSE – NIGHT
  • Damian is holding two mugs of hot tea. He enters the room, finding Nate at his computer.
  • DAMIAN
  • Hey, you ready to talk?
  • NATE
  • Sorry, I got distracted.
  • DAMIAN
  • Are you reading my messages...?
  • NATE
  • Teddy, Sonya and I aren't seeing each other.
  • DAMIAN
  • She told me.
  • NATE
  • I swear we-
  • Damian sets a mug down on the desk for Nate, then sits on his bed with his own tea, blowing on it to cool it down.
  • DAMIAN
  • I know. And since you're being nosy, you should know that I know from that chatroom. Sonya doesn't lie to me. I kind of wish she would. A little white lie here and there wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. (sigh) Why are you so freaked out right now?
  • NATE
  • I'm... It's going to sound crazy if you seriously don't remember.
  • DAMIAN
  • Ha. Crazy. You've seen me at my worst.
  • NATE
  • This isn't like you drinking vodka instead of water for a week and speeding through the city!
  • DAMIAN
  • Or me hearing shit when I'm trying to fall asleep? I mean really trying, because 3 days go by and-
  • NATE
  • I saw her. That... thing. It was in my house! Just... creeping around in the dark with me at my desk... Oh, god, how long was she there?
  • DAMIAN
  • Yeeeep, you definitely sound like me. Come on, tea.
  • Damian points at the mug on his desk and Nate takes a sip begrudgingly.
  • NATE
  • I can't do all of this again, Teddy.
  • DAMIAN
  • Did you take your medicine?
  • NATE
  • Coming from you?
  • DAMIAN
  • Nate, I'm trying to be nice. You seem really anxious, so maybe you should, I don't know, take the stuff that makes you not anxious?
  • NATE
  • They're called beta blockers, and yes I fucking took them.
  • DAMIAN
  • Do you need more...? If they're in the car-
  • NATE
  • NO! Don't go out there!
  • DAMIAN
  • Dude... Relax. Sip. Breathe. Ok. Ok?
  • NATE
  • I need you to listen to me.
  • DAMIAN
  • Already doing that.
  • NATE
  • And I need you to not think I'm out of my mind.
  • DAMIAN
  • Sure. If you've lost touch with reality I'm screwed anyway.
  • NATE
  • The seven circles...
  • DAMIAN
  • Is that a cult? Because it sounds like a cult.
  • NATE
  • It's a place.
  • DAMIAN
  • And if you're trying to get me to join a cult-
  • NATE
  • It's a PLACE, and we were THERE, but no one seems to remember! Or maybe Carina DOES but it doesn't matter because I think she's drawing them back out.
  • Damian flops backward onto his bed while Nate crosses his arms, still sitting at the desk.
  • NATE
  • What?
  • DAMIAN
  • I should call my mom. Or my psychiatrist because this...
  • NATE
  • Dude, I'm not a hallucination!
  • DAMIAN
  • No, I know, asshole. I don't see things when I go bonkers. I think things, and I hear things. But I feel like I should check in with someone... Shit, maybe you should call your parents.
  • Nate paces around the room.
  • NATE
  • I AM CHECKING IN WITH SOMEONE! YOU! I'M REAL, THIS IS REAL, AND I'M NOT LOSING MY MIND!
  • Damian sits up, rubbing his face from exhaustion.
  • DAMIAN
  • That's totally what a sane person would-Nate, sit down!
  • NATE
  • You're not LISTENING!
  • DAMIAN
  • I AM listening, and you're freaking me out!
  • Nate sits at the desk again and pulls his legs into his chest as he sobs.
  • DAMIAN (SIGHING)
  • Woahhh, hey. I'm here. So, what are the seven circles, when did we go, and what exactly is your cousin 'drawing in'?
  • Nate picks around at things lying on DAMIAN's desk. He settles on a pen, clicking it to distract himself while he bounces one knee.
  • NATE
  • Do you remember when our boat tipped over? First year of college? Carina's parents had that cabin, and she took us out onto the lake.
  • DAMIAN lets out a low whistle.
  • DAMIAN
  • Yeah, it's been a while since we last talked about it. That was, what, six years ago?
  • NATE
  • Seven... Fuck.
  • Nate paces again.
  • DAMIAN (Singing)
  • Don't go chasing synchronicities~
  • NATE
  • Why are you singing? Oh my god - not the waterfalls song-
  • DAMIAN
  • What?! It's good! Man, your taste sucks.
  • NATE
  • I mean that can't be a coincidence, right? We went to the SEVEN circles and SEVEN years later-
  • DAMIAN (singing)
  • I saw the signs, I opened up my apophenia and saw~
  • NATE
  • STOP singing!
  • DAMIAN (sighing)
  • Seven years could just be seven years. The wallpaper was yellow or whatever.
  • NATE
  • Curtains. Blue. That's literature, and you're conflating a story with a saying.
  • DAMIAN
  • Whatever.
  • NATE
  • You're so dumb.
  • DAMIAN
  • I know you are but what-
  • NATE (laughing)
  • Oh my GOD. SO fucking dumb.
  • Nate puts down Damian's pen and swivels in the chair lazily, staring at the ceiling.
  • DAMIAN
  • You ok now?
  • NATE
  • I'm not letting it go, Teddy.
  • DAMIAN
  • No, I know. I'm not asking you to. We can talk about the circles, but are you feeling better?
  • NATE
  • Sure.
  • DAMIAN
  • That's a start. Don't work yourself up again. So... The lake? Kind of hard to forget. Our canoe flipped and they had to put together a search party to find us. So, what, the seven circles is some place out in the boonies?
  • NATE
  • No, and we didn't just fall into the water. We drowned.
  • Nate clicks on the "Recycle Bin" icon on Theo's computer.
  • A knock hammers on the front door.