Sierra Leone

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 shit. 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