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THE BOY's FATHER kicks open the door. He shoots and kills Dude 2. The FATHER has two of his henchmen with him. They must've wasted the cops earlier, even after one yelled, "FREEZE!". Gangsta as fuck FATHER Let's go THE BOY, the FATHER, and the henchmen hop in the car they arrived in. One of the guys is driving, speeding actually THE BOY What is… FATHER Sorry you had to find out this way. I faked my death to get the creditors off me. The cops I kept paying off to not arrest us heard of my "death." Niggas started plotting on all my cars, houses, riches, everything. Sorry I dragged you into everything. I couldn't trust anyone… not even you THE BOY That's fucked up. You couldn't trust your own son? FATHER I couldn't trust nobody The driver stops at an apartment complex, after hours of driving and dead silence FATHER I destroyed your phone that cop had. Cops gonna be on us heavy now. You're in Room 201. There's food in the fridge and pantry… yes I bought pop tarts. I won't be seeing you for a while; I gotta get some shit situated FATHER and his boys drive off. THE BOY walks into his room, and makes way for the bedroom. He sees The PRIVATE CHAT ROOM GIRL on his bed in bra and panties, biting her lip. THE BOY smiles. They have the best sex he's ever had After some hours… THE BOY … Can I borrow your phone? THE BOY lives another day… [PLAY SONG "LIFE: THE BIGGEST TROLL" AT THIS POINT] THE BOY walks to a café alone where he tweets using the girl's phone, trolling as usual He looks up at the name of the café he's in ROSCOE'S WETSUIT The End