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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 Stay here! Dude 2 runs outside, bursting through the door The Boy heads for the door too, the only exit Dude 2 falls to the ground. The Boy hears Dude 1 screaming in pain. The Boy looks back. His gun is pointed at The Boy. The Boy ducks POP! … The Boy staggers to his feet and looks around. Dude 1 and Dude 2 are on the floor. There's a crashed car off to the side, some hood looking dudes inside. They aren't moving EXT. BACKYARD – DAY The Boy sits down on a pool chair at the edge of the pool. He's so tired. He stares at the water, reflecting on what he had been contemplating. Had anything changed? He hears familiar voices approaching the pool. The guys must not have entered through the front. Their voices are calm. They didn't see the bodies They settle down behind The Boy. The most they can see of him is the back of his head The conversation fades in AJ They don't use that meat grinder shit? SWANK Nah, nigga. Not in Nigeria. When I was five, I saw the maid chop off a chicken's head. Its head kept going CAWK, CAWK! ...Why am I even alive? FAM (to THE BOY) You good, mane? THE BOY: (barely a whisper) Help me An airplane flies right overhead, drowning out The Boy's words SWANK White people don't use them machetes The Boy's lids slowly droop. The conversation fades in and out of his consciousness STEVEN …Oh, that Roscoe's Wetsuit shit? I think its… The Boy sleeps, and all the noise in the world stops THE END