Tires SCREECH outside. Dude 2 stands up. There's a small crash outside
Yelling
VOICE: FREEZE!
GUNSHOTS
The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other
Dude 1 kicks open the door. He starts firing. Dude 2 falls. A mist of red puff spurts from his chest. He's screaming
The Boy walks out of the closet in the bathroom of the mansion
He's alone
He walks around and realizes the place isn't trashed just dirty
He goes out back. Vanessa is sitting at the edge of the pool
The Boy
Hey
Vanessa
Hey
They sit in silence for a while. It's awkward
The Boy
What is this?
When he says that Fam and Marcus walk out of the house and joke and sh**. They don't look at him
The boy is used to this
He realizes Vanessa is holding his hand
The Boy
You don't like me
Vanessa
I do though
The Boy
Let's not do this now
Vanessa
Yeah
Someone puts on Thinkin Bout You. The boy laughs. Naomi walks out and sits next to him on the otherside. She holds his hand
Naomi
Things will be fine
The Boy
Nothing real is ever fine
Naomi smiles
Naomi
I know
Steve, Fam, Marcus, Sasha, and everyone else come over and stand around the boy. The sunset is making it all golden. THe lights in the house are already on. By this time Sierra Leone is playing
The Boy get's it
Roscoe's wetsuit
The boy's chest erupts as bullets hit him. He feels nothing. Vanessa and Naomi let him fall into the pool. He feels water fill him. There is no wave of euphoria. He just floats there. Himself