because the internet screenplay part 2
RAP GENIUS NOTE: This is Part 2 of the script, read Part 1 if you have not already
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The Boy lies, arms to his side, on his bed, looking at the ceiling
Spiders slowly drop from single strands of web from all the posts on the bed. It looks pretty. All of them dropping simultaneously swaying together. They whisper:
......where are you?
................who is this?
...don't slide
It's almost a song
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INT. MANSION - NIGHT
More people are at the house. People drinking and smoking. Shoes off. It's a Temple. Respect it
The back wall of the living room has been pushed into the wall, so there's a seamless transiting from living room to backyard patio
People sit on the swings underneath space heaters
EMILY is in the middle of the pool table. Swank plays pool around her. RUBEN is filming Marcus and Steve throwing things in the fire pit
AJ is djing in the middle of the living room
Some guy is running through the living room in just a towel. He is dripping water. He almost slips
The projector room (theatre) is playing Fight/Vine compilations. Two dudes are in there not watching. Just smoking
The Boy walks through the backyard. There's a dude and a girl making out on the bar outside. They're sitting on the bar
       THE BOY: Don't sit on that
They look at him. He stares back. They get down. He walks away. They stare as he leaves. The Boy walks to the edge of the pool and looks at the ocean go into the sky
       THIS KID IN A HAT (laughing/whisper): Hurry!
This kid in a hat and his friend are running out the front door with an iPad and a midi controller. The Boy walks inside. Marcus stops him. He's out of breath and looks wet
       THE BOY: Some guys just stole some stuff
       MARCUS: Please tell me you saw that Argentinan...Argentinian? Argentina-girl. I can't say it-
       THE BOY: Stop inviting random niggas in here. If you don't know their names they can't come
       MARCUS: I don't hear you right now. I just fucked in a steam shower and I feel CRAZY. It's like I came in a Prince video. I like, blacked out. Couldn't breath in there, mane. I- (wait) Fuck! Is she still in there? You think she's okay? (He thinks)
       THE BOY: You're the Florida of my friends
The Boy walks away
INT. FATHER'S ROOM - NIGHT
The Boy walks up to the door. Before he can open it, Sasha opens it from the inside. She's with another girl. It feels like they just did a drug or were stealing something themselves
Sasha sees The Boy. Startled. Then she smirks
       SASHA: Come in! Quick!
She pulls him in. The other girl flops on the bed
       OTHER GIRL: UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH. SOOOOO SOOOOOFFFFTTT
       SASHA: Hurry, hurry, hurry. Scoot, scoot
The Boy lays against the wall. Sasha sits on the bed
Silence. Then:
       SASHA (CONT'D): Show us your dick
       THE BOY: Wha?
       SASHA: Do it. Show it
       OTHER GIRL: Ew
Silence
       THE BOY: Ha
Silence
       THE BOY (CONT'D): Why?
       SASHA: Cause it's probably gross and I wanna laugh at it
       OTHER GIRL: I've never seen a black dick. Is it purple?
       SASHA: Grape dick
       OTHER GIRL (agreeing): Grape dick
Sasha gets up and starts to punch The Boy playfully. The other girl is laughing crazy
       SASHA: Do it. Don't be weird!
       OTHER GIRL: Let's be weird a little!
The punches slowly stop. Then Sasha starts kissing The Boy. You can't see below their waist, but stuff is going on. Then stuff stops
       SASHA: What's wrong? This is weird?
       THE BOY: No
       SASHA: You don't want to? This is weird?
       THE BOY: No. I want to
       SASHA: Then...what's going on, chum?
       THE BOY: Hold on
The Boy plays with his dick. Nothing. It's like gum
Silence. Fidgeting. Sasha's got a  look on her face
       THE BOY (CONT'D): Hold on
He walks into the bathroom and closes the door. Locked. Silence. Sasha sits on the floor
       OTHER GIRL: What's up?
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INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
The Boy sits on the floor. Head in hands
Damn, guy
The Boy's ex-girlfriend steps out of the linen closet
       VANESSA: What are you doing?
       THE BOY (head in hands): Chillin
       VANESSA: In the Bathroom?
       THE BOY: Mmm-hmm
       VANESSA: Well, I want to go out
       THE BOY ("no"): Mmm-mmm
Vanessa playfully throws things from the counter at him (toothbrush, cup, floss, soap). He throws some of it back. She starts laughing. He pulls her to the ground with him
       VANESSA: Why are you so moody?
       THE BOY: I'm not. Let me enjoy this for a second
       VANESSA: We can do this outside, 
       THE BOY: We could live the rest of our lives here. There's a TV in the mirror. There's fresh water every time we flush. I heard they're building a sandwich place in the shower
Vanessa smh and smiles
       VANESSA: Get up. We're going
       THE BOY: Come 'on-
       VANESSA: I mean it!
She pulls him up. She opens up the linen closet and pulls The Boy in
Coachella is inside the closet
There are people saying things, giving opinions, feeling interesting. Everyone has a purpose today. It's a great time
The Boy chases after Vanessa and catches her. He carries her for like three steps, then they walk together, holding hands
       VANESSA (CONT'D): We have to see everything together. I don't wanna split up this time. We each get to choose one band the other one can't make you see- (then) What's wrong?
       THE BOY (smh): ...
       VANESSA (disappointed): Really?...You're really doing this to me? Right now?
       THE BOY: You don't think this is a waste of our time?
       VANESSA: No, I don't think me and you together is a waste of time. That's what you think. And I'm tired of trying to convince you otherwise. At least be a man and break up with me instead of telling me I don't like you
       THE BOY: But you don't! You don't really like me. I just look good when you scroll past me with the rest of your "I'm almost Vashtie" bullshit
       VANESSA (teary whisper): You're so mean
       THE BOY: I'm trying to be honest
       VANESSA: Mean doesn't mean honest! Honest can mean mean. But only if you mean it
       THE BOY (so many "means"): Wait...the-
       VANESSA: I'm trying so hard with you. But I'm not gonna carry us. I won't waste your time anymore
She starts walking away. Then she looks to the sky and shoots up like a rocket
She looks like a shooting star in the sky. Not a sound is heard while this happens. They never see each other again
Then the coyotes come out
They're glowing blue. They're circling and they're talking about music
       WOLF 1: What'd you think of 2 Chainz' set?
       WOLF 2: It was really fun. His live shows have gotten way better. I saw him last spring in Chicago
       WOLF WITH GLASSES: Have you heard that Roc Marciano album on vinyl? It's so good, man
       MESSY, BUT COOL WOLF: You guys, this is my fiance, another wolf. He or she works in a small music or graphic design for niche clothing or this app I'm building
They rip The Boy to shreds while they talk. Blood everywhere. The Boy doesn't make a sound. Lets it happen
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
The Boy realizes he is pacing in the shower. He's been in there for a minute, cause the water is cold
He opens the door. The girls are gone. The small clock on the desk says "5:23 AM". There's also a note written in lipstick on the mirror that says "YOUR FUCKED" (smh at the "your"). Probably Sasha. She's probably right
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INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The house isn't totalled, just dirty. Empty cups, bottles, cigarette butts, etc. The Boy sees Steve and Swank passed out on the couch
       THE BOY: Let's go guys
       STEVE (waking up): Where we going?
       THE BOY: Oakland
       SWANK: When's the flight leave?
       THE BOY: We're driving
       SWANK: Wha? (then) How'd we get poor?
INT. FAM'S ROOM - NIGHT
Fam's sleeping. There's a naked girl sleeping with him. The Boy comes in
       THE BOY: We're going
The Boy leaves. Fam opens his eyes
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EXT. MANSION - NIGHT
Swank, Steve, and Fam are asleep in the car. The Boy sits down in the driver's seat
       He pulls out his phone and texts someone named NYALA:
Im driving up now
...(that moment you know exactly what they're typing and how they look doing it)
       She writes back: DONT
The Boy looks at this. Then starts up the car and turns on the radio and speeds out of the driveway
A moment passes...
Then we see the girl that was in bed with Fam walk out in the Mansion doorway
       THAT GIRL FAM KNOWS FROM THAT ONE PLACE: Fam?
EXT. I-5 - NIGHT/EARLY MORNING
Everyone's asleep in the car except The Boy who's driving (AJ is there too. They picked him up.). Lloyd's "Oakland" is playing on the radio. The Boy turns it up so he feels like he's in a video. He pushes his seat back so he can lean
       SWANK: Ow, ow!
He slammed Swanks knees. Sorry
The Boy speeds through the empty highway. It's really pretty. I'm not sure what those factories are in the middle of nowhere with all the lights on them. They're probably horrible for the earth, but they look really magical at night. He passes one of those factories
There's a lot of rolling hills. Lotta farms. There's a slaughterhouse. Smells and looks grey and awful. All the cows look really sad. Maybe I'm just making them sad. Maybe they're fine
Looking at the rows of crops criss-cross on farms as they pass
There's a billboard. It says: ROSCOE'S WETSUIT
The Boy stares at it. Just a white billboard with "roscoe's wetsuit" on it
EXT. MIDDLE OF NOWHERE IN-N-OUT - DAY
The guys are sitting on their car, eating burgers at the far end of the parking lot
As The Boy bites into his double-double he thinks about the slaughterhouse. Then he looks at his burger. He laughs
Two women walk out. They look like they're in their late 30s. Swank spots em. One of the women is wearing a Northwestern hoodie
       SWANK (re: hoodie): Long way from Chicago
       WOMAN 1: Alumni
       SWANK: There's no way. You can't be over twenty-three
The women just smirk and close their doors. They drive off
       SWANK (CONT'D): See that? Johnny Appleseed of confidence, man. Just leaving little seeds with everyone
A car crazily pulls up next to the In-N-Out. Two dudes jump out with masks and guns
       FAM: Daaammmmnnn
They run inside. We see people running in their cars, and driving off. All of our guys stay seated on their car. Just eating
A minute goes by. No gun shots. Just yelling
The two dudes run out. Just as they do, you can hear the police coming
       ROBBERY DUDE 1: MOVE, RYAN!
       AJ: This nigga's using his real name. Treated
       STEVE: Could be a code name
       AJ: That's definitely his real name. No one's robbery name is "Ryan". It's something like..."Snake-Man"
They all make a face
       AJ (CONT'D): Fuck ya'll. I wouldn't rob a place with ya'll pussy ass anyway
The Police roll up. Ryan tries to get away, but they pin him. The other dude shoots at the cop
       FAM: We should leave. They're shooting at the cops. Which means the other cops coming give a fuck 'bout bystanders now
       MARCUS (in anchorman voice): Two men were arrested in an attempted robbery at an In-N-Out burger today. (mumbling) Also some niggers ended up dead, we don't know. This is news, people!
       STEVE: After being frisked, the dead suspects somehow got guns and shot themselves in the head even though they were handcuffed and in the back of a tiny-ass squad car
       THE BOY: Police chief states: "no investigation needed"
       STEVE: "White people still safe!"
They laugh. As they start to drive off
Suddenly two cop cars screech in front of them
       COP 1: HANDS IN THE AIR!
       STEVE: Fuck
All of the guys put their hands up
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EXT. OAKLAND STREET - DAY
Everyone looks a little bummed. Silence. More silence
       THE BOY: We're here
They pull over to a row of brownstones
       MARCUS: Great. Why are we where is this?
The Boy gets out of the car and walks up to the door. As he's about to knock, the door opens. Nyla is standing there. Her face is a mix of anger and strange
Sympathy. Like she refused to cry like...an hour ago?
       THE BOY: Hey-
       NYLA: There's a point you reach when you're no longer able to feel like you did. Not about a person, not with a certain place, you just can't feel like you did because that muscle or whatever is just...dead. Or gone
       THE BOY: Hi, Nyla
       NYLA: When you're alone, you might be able to remember it. You might even hear a song that makes you question it. But you don't have it. It doesn't exist anymore. It's dead. Do you understand?
       THE BOY: Yes. Absolutely. But Nyla-
       NYLA: I AM AT THAT POINT, 
Tears. She's not crying. She's just that mad
A dude pokes his head out from the hallway in the brownstone. The Boy and him make eye contact
       THE BOY: This isn't what you think it is. I didn't come here to...look, I saw this dude die and-
       NYLA: And you're scared. So you came here
       THE BOY: I'm not scared. I just wanna be with someone
Who knows me for a little
       NYLA: I don't know you. We're not together. I have company. Go home
       THE BOY: Okay, you're being mean now
       NYLA: "Mean?" Who cares? You're an adult. Also, you embarrassed me
       THE BOY (to the dude in the hallway): We were planning on having a kid together. She offered and we had a whole plan. Like adults or something. Then I backed out. So... (then) You're second at best is what I'm saying
The guy goes -__- 
       NYLA: What is wrong with you?
       THE BOY: I don't know
       NYLA: Me neither
This is really sad for both of em. They really wanna know. Nyla closes the door
       NYLA (CONT'D through the door): Please grow up
The Boy stands there...then Swank walks up to him on the stoop of the brownstone
       SWANK: Can I use her bathroom? That double-double's makin moves
The Boy walks away and gets in the car. Swank stands there for a moment. Then tries to cut off a fart with his hand as he walks to the car
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INT. OAKLAND CLUB - NIGHT
The guys sit at a table in the corner. The Boy is sitting in the corner. Fam is texting. Swank and Steve are talking to two girls. A promoter walks over
       PROMOTER: Ey. You gonna just sit here
       THE BOY: Yeah
       PROMOTER: Well, you gotta order something
       THE BOY: A bottle?
       PROMOTER: Yeah. A bottle
They stare
       THE BOY: I'll take 12 bottles
Promoter gives him a . The Boy just stares at him...he's serious. The promoter walks off
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Twelve girls with bottles and sparklers emerge around the club from the back. It's a parade. They curve around the club making a big to do. People are staring, like "is Diddy here? OMG Diddy's here!"
The parade gets to the top of the stairs where the booth is. But when they turn the corner, the guys are gone already. There's a stack of cash sitting in the middle of the table
The promoter stands there
INT. DINER - LATE NIGHT
The guys are eating
       SWANK: But animals eat animals, man. Animals!
       STEVE: The argument is that we've been given the freewill and understanding of life. So we shouldn't because the option is there for us
       SWANK: Man, in Nigeria they made me AND my little brother slaughter a goat. We raised that goat, man. I loved that fucking goat. And one day we came home from school and they just handed us the knife. I've seen the blood man. I've heard the screams. I still ate the shit though
...I was here before
       THE BOY: We were here before
       FAM: What?
       THE BOY: We've done this before
       FAM: Nah man. This is our first time together in Oakland
       THE BOY: This is every night. This is all the nights, man
       FAM (weirded out): Nahhhh. We switch it up, man
The Boy stops listening. Across the way there's a group of kids eating in a booth
They're laughing and talking behind the back of a friend they don't seem to like very much. One of the girls is going in. But behind her, there's a guy in a colorful faux 90's hat. He's writing something on the wall in sharpie
He's writing "roscoe's wetsuit"
The Boy gets up and walks over
       THE BOY: Excuse me. What does that mean?
       HAT KID: What?
       THE BOY: Roscoe's wetsuit
       HAT KID: Oh. I don't know
       THE BOY: Yes you do
       HAT KID: Wha?
       THE BOY: You know what it means. Tell me
       HAT KID: I don't know. I saw it online
       THE BOY: So you just write shit you see?
       HAT KID: Fuck's your problem?
Fam walks up. Grabs The Boy
       FAM: Ey. Let's just eat
The Boy and Fam sit
       HAT KID: It means I sat on your mom's face
The Boy SLAMS his fist on the table. It's loud. Everyone in the diner looks at him. The Boy doesn't look up
       THE BOY (quiet): Tell me what it is or I'll cut you open and take the answer
Silence
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EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT
The guys roll up to the front of the hotel
       SWANK: That kid was scared as fuck! He was like 
       FAM (to The Boy): You good?
Boy doesn't say anything
INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
The guys walk in the lobby. There's an Indian wedding happening. They're probably not called Indian weddings. It's probably just a wedding, but all the people participating happen to be Indian. There's a bunch of guys talking and quietly laughing in the hall. The door to the banquet room is open as they pass. The Boy stops. The bride and groom are slow dancing. The Bride is quite pretty. Green eyes and dark skin. She's got the aura of a business woman. Probably met him at Stanford and was like "this is reliable". The groom looks like a caricature of a good ol' fashion white dude
       STEVE: Good for him
       SWANK: Nah. He don't get any interracial points. He's just doing what white guys been doing since forever. Exactly what he wants
       AJ: Really? Like that?
       SWANK: Man, I used to get so pissed when girls would watch Boy Meets World and be like "Ryder Strong's so dope for having a black girlfriend". Man, fuck that nigga
       AJ: Come on, man. My dad's white and his parents didn't like my mom. They just started talking again
       SWANK (over the top): Oh you're poor white dad! (then) Nigga, shut up. Take that team light skin shit outside
       THE BOY: I've never seen one of these
       FAM: A first dance?
       THE BOY: A wedding
       FAM: Yeah. (then) Marriage is so wack. I mean, I get it. But come on, yo. Forever? ("Ms. Jackson") Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
       THE BOY: You think either of them don't wanna do it?
       FAM: Mane, I bet both of em are like that
       THE BOY: They look happy as fuck though
       FAM: Cause they reached their goal. In a year they'll
Be like "oh fuck...goals are dumb."
       MARCUS: Goals are dumb?
       FAM: Making your life a goal is dumb. I think. This shit is supposed to be just fun. (then) I took an edible at the diner. It's kickin in. Hard. I'mma go upstairs
       THE BOY: Okay
They both stand there for a moment
       FAM: I'm gonna need some help
AJ takes Fam by the arm
       FAM (CONT'D): There we go
They head to the elevators
       MARCUS: I'mma look for some bridesmaids
He walks off
       STEVE (yelling to Marcus): Gee-van-chi!
       MARCUS (calling back): Nigga, god bless you
       STEVE (to The Boy): What you doin?
The Boy stares at the couple
       THE BOY: I'mma stay down here
       SWANK: You good?
       THE BOY: I'm great
They Kanye shrug, then walk off to the bar. The Boy walks into the banquet
INT. BANQUET HALL - NIGHT
The lights are low. Most of the people have gotten up to pee or something. The Boy just stares at the couple. Then he decides to start recording. A man comes up to him
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE:Who are you here with?
       THE BOY (not looking up from his phone): The groom. We went to college together
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Oh. (then) Nice isn't it?
       THE BOY (sincere): Beautiful
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: When the buddies start getting
Married, that means you're next
       THE BOY: I don't think so
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: That's what everyone says. That's what I said thirty years ago
       THE BOY: I don't believe in marriage. (then) Maybe that's not true. But I am against it
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: What do you believe in?
       THE BOY: Cool baby mamas
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Ahhhhh. But how many women you know are interested in your concept?
       THE BOY: More than you'd think. I find if you have a job and are actually interested in raising a child, women, who are a little older, tend to be responsive. I just don't think they like being labeled that. (then) Do you get tired of it?
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Of marriage?
       THE BOY: Of marriage. Of her. Of yourself
He thinks
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Yes. Sometimes
       THE BOY: Then why?
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: I had to man-up. It was time. I
Don't regret it
       THE BOY: Well I don't have to man-up. I did what I'm supposed to do. I found the things I'm good at. I didn't get anyone pregnant on the way there. And I've had mature relationships that prepared me for what marriage is
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Mature relationships?
       THE BOY: Yeah. I keep in touch with all my exes. We're all friends
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: You still call them
       THE BOY: I send em a happy birthday text or DM 'em
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: That's not a friend. I do that with my boss. And I hate my boss. (to himself) Fuckin Korean kid thinks he know everything
Silence
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE (CONT'D): What do you do?
       THE BOY: I troll celebrities, politicians, or anyone with large enough online cache until I get a response. I post those responses and/or convos on my blog. And I charge gossip blogs and advertisers to advertise on my site and sometimes me and my friend put out novelty books of fucked up things we find online while digging up dirt on said celebrities and/ or politicians and sell it to niche book stores or larger stores that fit our aesthetic
The man just stares, not understanding
       THE BOY (CONT'D): How old are you?
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Fifty-three
       THE BOY: I'm like Bill O'Reilly
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Oh
The older man leaves. A shlubby man in a suit comes to the podium in front. People clap for the end of the dance
       MAN IN SUIT: I've known Safia and Greg since college and I honestly knew this day would happen since we were getting high in my dorm room junior year at GW. (to mom) Sorry Mrs. Healey, Greg smokes weed. You gotta deal!
Everyone laughs
       MAN IN SUIT (CONT'D): But honestly, may you two spend the rest of your lives healthy and happy
"Awwww"
       MAN IN SUIT (CONT'D): And now, the traditional "march to forever" to bless the bride and groom with happiness for all their days to come
Everyone claps
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Little creatures slowly start to march out from the kitchen. Some have banners that say "HAPPY MARRIAGE!". Some have sparklers. They all bounce on beat. It's cute for a very short moment. Then it feels wrong
All the creatures have two legs, two arms, like humans.  But they are definitely not humans. One of the giveaways being that they are naked, but don't seem to have genitals
All the creatures are breathing heavy out their mouths (their noses being two tiny slits probably don't allow for heavy air traffic)
They're about three feet high. Their eyes are larger than they should be and are spread farther on their faces. They don't have hair anywhere on their bodies. They all have forced smiles on their faces. You can see their teeth are just a little too sharp when they smile. Insinuating carnivorous behavior. If they wanted to, at any point they could jump on you and rip out your throat in .8 seconds. But they're not right now. They're marching
One of the creatures has tears in its eyes. Still smiling tho. Pushing the smile
Everyone is smiling as they march past, but they're all very cautious. Clearly worried that one may attack. The Boy watches as the creatures reach the front of the party and form a circle. They do this weird clapping, almost step team routine, then stop. The music stops
       CREATURE 1: We did it!
       CREATURE 2: Yay!
Everyone claps. The bride and groom force a smile. The creatures slowly make their way back to the kitchen. All that's heard is their struggled breathing and clammy skin hitting the wooden dance floor. One stares at The Boy as he (or she) leaves
...that was unacceptable. 
RAP GENIUS NOTE: This is the end of Part 2, continue on at Part 3