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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 BANG BANG. Dude 2 falls dead right next to The Boy, his dead eyes--a bullet hole between them--stare into The Boy's. Dude 1 is also dead. The Boy grabs Dude 2's gun, finger on the trigger, and puts it in his mouth. He closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. CLICK, CLICK CLICk. The damn thing's out of bullets. He hears muffled voices shout behind the door, which is locked. He walks over and pulls his cell phone from Dude 1's pocket. He just runs CUT TO: The boy is on a computer at a library. He's on 4CHAN.COM where there's a thread that says "ROSCOE'S WETSUIT." Below it is a thread on the shootout. "Dumb weed slinging faggot shouldda died! [OPEN MOUTH EMOJI]" is the top comment. The Boy starts to type "fuck u" in the comments but deletes it. He then types "yeah. he shoulda." The Boy's limp body is pulled from the infinity by Naomi--crying *******[PLAY SONG: "YAPHET KOTO" AT THIS POINT]******* THE END