Luyện nghe bài hát Because The Internet Screenplay - Part 3

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INT. - NIGHT

The Boy sits at his piano; playing randomly, trying to make sense of everything/anything. and Swank talk to Emily and MISLA in the kitchen. They're arguing about driving, or cooking with coconut oil instead of olive oil, or something else they themselves will not care about or remember in a month, year, ten years, 100 years, the age of the universe
The house is starting to look pretty bad. The cleaners that used to come stopped receiving their payment and stopped coming. Plastic cups are starting to spread like a blue rash the living room and coffee tables. Every surface has a sticky spot. You used to be able to slide into the kitchen from the living room with a two second run and quick stop. Now, dried alcohol stops you before you even get to the kitchen door. The Boy really loved sliding into the kitchen when he was a kid. It was the closest you could get to having powers

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Minutes go by. People to crowd around The Boy as he continues on piano. So many people he can't think
Fam daps up a kid as he walks in. They then walk over to a closet where Fam opens up a pantry of weed. It's not rap video stocked with weed, but there's a lot of weed in there. Fam tosses an ounce of weed at the kid. The kid and his friend smell it and nod. They look to Fam to share a smile of like "good shit, right?", but Fam isn't there for em. Fam gives em the "where's my money you privileged ass-hole" look. They pull out some hundreds
Misla is sitting knees to with a french dude in the center of the pool table. They're eating s'mores
Emily and Steve are jumping over the fire pit idiots
There are people saying things, opinions, feeling interesting. Everyone has a purpose tonight. It's a great time
But
...this is a

      BOY: Get
...of

       THE BOY (CONT'D): Out.

No one can him. It's a party

       THE BOY (CONT'D): Everyone to get out. NOW!

start to notice. The Boy gets up from the piano and grabs a pool stick. He quickly walks over to the ipod dock playing music and winds up like it's a bat

Everyone

      2: That's my phone, nigga!

The Boy looks up. There's a deep inhale, then he starts smashing everything. Glass everywhere, alcohol splashes, people start running out
       SOME 2: Worldstar!

The Boy continues hitting things. He's about to come down on somoeone's that's lying on the coffee table. He holds the pool cue above his head and lets it down fast

But right before, someone grabs the cell phone, laying their hand on top of it, daring The Boy to hit the hand. The Boy barely in time
The hand has a cast on it. The Boy looks up to see a girl (NAOMI) staring at him. She looks mad. The Boy is mad. But not at her. He's trying to mad at her, but he really looks like "sorry"
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She slowly takes her phone, complete eye contact the entire time, then walks out. Everyone stares at this strange interaction
As as she leaves, The Boy goes back to smashing things

      BOY: Get out! Get away!

Some people start running out trying not to get hit. Other just laugh cause they're high or because they think it's pathetic. They all leave eventually
The Boy stands there for a moment. He turns to the bar next to the table. There's half a blunt and a bottle of Sriracha sitting there. The Boy takes the bottle and starts squirting it on the pool table
When he's done, he's "ROSCOE'S WETSUIT"

       FAM:

The Boy turns. Fam's just sitting there. No one noticed him. Fam gives him a SMH. The Boy leaves

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INT. THE BOY'S ROOM - LATER
The Boy lays in his bed. Blue and black stripes from the shades fold over his face. He can hear scurrying outside
He sees a spider in the corner of the room. sitting in its web
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The Boy doesn't particularly like or dislike spiders. They're in the house. It's a big house and it's right next to a reserve. But something about this spider sitting there...it really bothers him. It makes him mad. He can hear the spider. Just sitting there. Getting louder
I'm going to it as emotional tinnitus: when everything is silent and quiet, you can see the empty web you're in. It is annoying. Which is the slowest form of torture
...The Boy up

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INT. CAR -
The Boy drives. I'm not sure where he's driving. He's not sure where he's
He drives about an hour out some industrial wasteland-looking nook of Los Angeles
He his car

Then, barefoot, he sits on the roof of his car and watches the cars pass. Bright lights grow to an explosion then fade out as they pass. He goes into his pocket and holds the "hackz" flash drive that we saw on his at the beginning
Someone spray painted "ROSCOE'S WETSUIT" on the side of the bridge. The Boy is not surprised. not making more sense, but it's becoming more dependable, which is always nice
The Boy realizes he hasn't all day. Maybe that's what's wrong

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EXT. FATBURGER -
The Boy orders a burger in the thru
A skinny Latino kid with a Bluetooth him the bag. The Boy pulls over to the side and opens the bag. He looks at the burger for a moment
The Boy the burger out

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INT. MANSION -
The Boy walks through the house; locking all the doors and turning off all the lights. It's always a weird to walk around the house at night because most of the walls are glass, so people can see right inside, especially when it's dark. It's pretty hard to even get to the house, it's the highest home on the hill and there's a long winding road before . But at the same time, if someone got up there, it'd be easy to figure out how to get in
All the are off now
The Boy walks over to The Buddha in the middle of the foyer. He sits on the floor next to him with his knees to his chest. Looking out the front door into half the darkness and half his reflection. He used to be terrified of this Buddha. When he was little, he'd run behind the statue like it would jump on him as soon as he past. But He slowly became something a best friend. Something like that

INT. THE BOY'S - NIGHT
The Boy pours Pelligrino into a wine glass. Then he continues to twist his metal weed grinder in his hand. He takes the top off the grinder and the white powder inside the glass. He drinks it, then sits on the foot of the bed and takes off his white T-shirt
Pulling the covers over his body, he looks at the spider in the corner...only it was gone. Where'd it go? Why would it leave? about its parents? Won't they be sad? What a bout hi s frien ds? W hat ab o u t all his s t uf f h o w wa s h esu p p ose d to ke e p all h is s ... . . . . .....