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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 Bullets whizzing. Screams (a girls?). Terror Dude 2's eyes get really wide. The kind of wide when you finally get a joke, but his face was more of one when you realize that you just accidentally shit yourself when you farted. The Boy breaks off the eye contact, and looks down. Blood is dripping from Dude 2's chest Worldstar The Boy runs. He doesn't know where he's going, but he runs. Dude 1 is laying on the ground, gasping for air. He's got maybe five minutes to live THE BOY: You have to help me You have to help me I need you. You have to help me The words are said to nobody, and they're said to everyone He's outside the house now, looking for the shooter. He's escaped death twice. Things happen in three. Three more shots. Three more screams. The Boy sees one of the gunmen. It's the dudes from the club. The dudes who shot Jay. They've been watching the house in case cops came, in case people snitched The Boy's in front of the pool now, and suddenly, he knows what's going to happen even before it does. He turns, faces the pool and the mountains and waits How fortunate to be this unfortunate Flashes of memories. Of Naomi. Of the Buddha statue. Of summer camp. Of ashes Falling, falling. Splash. It's cold. Really cold. Wish he brought his wetsuit THE BOY (almost laughing): Roscoe's wets….. Bubbles. Darkness Silence I'm gone… ...Now I'm back You can't live your life on a bus... EXT. CHURCH PARKING LOT - DAY A white bus opens its door and a flood of children run off laughing and screaming. After the initial burst, three girls get off laughing. After them, A LITTLE BOY steps off. He's walking slow and somber