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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 2: You should probably wake up The Boy is obviously distracted DUDE 2: You should probably wake up now, [EDIT] Now The Boy is paying attention THE BOY: Wait, how do you know my-- Cut to: INT. HOSPITAL – DAY The Boy wakes up in a hospital bed. Same bed from the OD attempt. Maybe. They all kinda blend together. Fam is across the room watching a cop show THE BOY: What happened? FAM: Oh shit, you finally up?! THE BOY: The stick up. What happened? Did the cops bust us? FAM: Cops? (Fam LOLs) FAM: Fuck you talking about? They got you on that good morphine shit, huh? Nigga thinking he Stringer Bell LOL again THE BOY: What happened? FAM is texting the homies FAM: You ain't about that life THE BOY: What happened? FAM: You really don't remember, huh? The Club? Black SUV? POP-POP-POP? THE BOY: Yeah. Dude got popped FAM: You got-got too THE BOY: Nah, just my jacket. It had a hole FAM: Jacket? Where you think the bullet went? (FAM LoLs) INT. MANSION – DAY The Boy lays by the pool. Not in. Chlorine and wounds don't mix. Or at least, not to his knowledge. Looking up at the sky. Sun in his eyes Naomi walks up. Sits by him THE BOY: You're not real NAOMI: Define real THE BOY: I didn't meet you NAOMI: Not yet. Probably never. Imagination and shit THE BOY: Imagination and shit. Kinda black. Kinda Asian. Cast on the arm, so you're not too perfect NAOMI: Nice touch. Don't forget writer THE BOY: Nice touch (looks back at the sky) What's real anyway? NAOMI: Roscoe's Wetsuit THE BOY: Roscoe's Wetsuit. What does that even mean? Naomi disappears THE BOY: Oh THE END