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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 posts up next to the slightly open door, and aims his 45 Dude 2: FREEZE! HA- Dude 2 is cut off by Marcus hitting him. He falls to the ground, unconsciouss/dead. Marcus pulls something off of his hands. A pair of brass knuckles. He stares at Dude 2 before turning to The Boy Marcus: Sup, fool? The Boy stares The Boy: Not even gonna question that. Why are you here? Marcus: Dude told me about this set up. Don't question it. Think his name was... Roscoe? R O S C O E ' S W E T S U I T Marcus: Anyway, I figured I'd help my brother, y'know? The Boy: We're not brothers Marcus grabs The Boy's arm Marcus: I just knocked out cops for you, we're brothers They walk outside the house to a dirty sedan The Boy: No sports car? Marcus: Too much attention. We low-key from now on The Boy shrugs and gets in the passenger seat [PLAY "III. LIFE: THE BIGGEST TROLL" AT THIS POINT] The boy turns to Marcus, starting up the car The Boy: Now what? Marcus lights up a cigarette Marcus: We gonna pick up your girl and Fam and bail town to Mexico or some shit The Boy: So that's it? Everything gone, just like that? All that work meant nothing? Marcus: I guess The Boy is quiet for a moment The Boy: Life trolled us Marcus exhales Marcus: Guess so CUT TO: Naomi and Fam are in the back seat. Everyone's silent. It's raining. The radio keeps playing that Lloyd song. It's fine though, good song The Boy looks out the window at the rain. He draws in a deep breath The Boy: Did I ever tell you guys about camp? T HE EN D