I am two people.
INT./EXT. CHURCH VAN – COUNTRY ROAD – OVERCAST DAY
Unbroken stretches of Georgia pine. The van’s a billboard for WILMORE FIRST BAPTIST.
RYAN (34), a lone disheveled man in the middle row, stares out the window in a daze. He mindlessly scratches the CAST on his forearm.
The DRIVER fiddles with the radio. LYNYRD SKYNYRD plays.
I am now. And I am then.
INT./EXT. RYAN’S CAR – I75 – SUNNY DAY
That same Skynyrd TUNE, and YOUNG RYAN (24) sings along, tapping the beat on the steering wheel. He’s wearing a pressed shirt and a loose tie.
Atlanta’s on the horizon
INT./EXT. CHURCH VAN – INSTITUTION GATE
The sign reads: WILMORE WELLNESS CENTER
The van comes to a stop as the GATE GUARD approaches, happy to see DRIVER.
Hey, Pete! How’s that boy of yours?
Tom, I tell ya, I ain’t never
seen him throw this good.
TOM (GATE GUARD)
Amen to that, brother.
We’ll need him this year.
I hear ya. I’ll let him know
you’re rootin’ for him.
We’ll put him on the prayer list, too.
We could use all the help we can get.
Everybody could, ain’t that true?
This the guy, I guess?
Ryan isn’t paying attention to the men anymore. He sees
BALDY wearing a grey-blue jumpsuit. Baldy is standing at a side door, leaning and smoking, and staring across 30 yards straight into Ryan’s soul.
Ryan scratches his cast.
The propped open door swings wide. ORDERLY 1, looking like an angry mountain, gestures to Baldy, who flicks his cigarette into the grass and heads inside.
The GATES open.