Because The Internet Screenplay - Part 5

*******[PLAY SONG "PINK TOES" AT THIS POINT]*******

[VISUAL]
This is the part where they kinda fall in love a little bit. But I feel like anything we put here wouldn't do justice to what really happens when a person you meet ends up in your life out of nowhere. But know that it's exactly how you expect it to be, but also more. It's a big inside joke that you can't mess up and only one other person in the world gets
It's not a very pretty or perfect love, or even necessarily a romantic love. It doesn't look cool. It's more like two helpless things in the wild, and one says "I'll protect you", and both parties know it's a lie because there's no way either of them can protect the other from anything. That lie is the best way to describe this love. That feeling of not having to say "I'm scared", because you share the exact feelings without having words over or under complicate it, that's worth more than protection. It's a connection. The less alone. This is all we look for on earth
The Boy and Naomi hang a lot. They spend the night and make breakfast sometimes. He buys stuff for her. She makes him stuff. They watch cartoons together. They're always saying things, giving opinions, feeling interesting. They both have a purpose. It's a great time. Time passes
The Boy starts moving small amounts of weed out the mansion, but starts selling more to keep up, along with stuff that isn't weed. He started growing crop in the nursery. The electricity bill would be high, but he stopped living in the mansion. He started renting another place to stay and keep the business separate
To be honest it was getting a little out of hand, as Naomi predicted. The Boy is not a good dealer. A lot of people think you have to be cold and calculated, which he was to an extent. But you also have to know people. How they act/react. But it was still kinda fun up to this point
Then:

INT. RENTAL HOME - DAY
The Boy is washing dishes as Naomi stands next to him. They just had lunch

       NAOMI: Howbout'sm China, IL?
       THE BOY: Can't
       NAOMI: Can't why?
       THE BOY: I got a run to do
       NAOMI: Oh

Silence

NAOMI (CONT'D): I thought you were having other guys do that now
THE BOY: I am. Fam can't do this one
NAOMI: If you're putting up the money you shouldn't be making the run
THE BOY: I don't really trust anyone else to do it
NAOMI: You don't really trust anyone
THE BOY: I trust you
NAOMI: You shouldn't

The Boy stops. She got em

THE BOY: You're right
NAOMI: I don't want to be right. I wanna help you
THE BOY (said dumb): "I don't wanna be right"

She doesn't laugh. He hopes she's LOLing inside. Cellphone vibrates on the counter across from them. The Boy goes over and reads the text

       THE BOY (CONT'D): I gotta go
       NAOMI: Alright
       THE BOY: You okay?
       NAOMI: I'm fine
       THE BOY: Is that a fake "I'm fine"
       NAOMI: No. It's what "I'm fine" always means

Nothing real is ever "fine". Remember this

       THE BOY: I'll be back

He walks out. They don't see each other anymore

EXT. I-10 - DAY
The Boy is driving down the highway listening to "Danny Glover" by Young Thug

EXT. MANSION - DAY
The car parks in the driveway. There are three cars already there. When he pulls up, he's playing "Made in America" by JAY Z and Kanye. When it goes off, he continues singing his version while walking up

       THE BOY: Sweet Cream Havarti/ Sweet Mozzarella/ Sweet Cheez-its. They're made in America/ Sweet Bowl of Cheez-its/ Ohhhhh-oohhhhh-

Four dudes are standing waiting at the front door
Something is wrong
The Boy stops singing and stands there in front of the dudes. They look at him. Alone
They all pull out 45s

****[PLAY SONG "EARTH: THE OLDEST COMPUTER" AT THIS POINT]****

INT. MANSION - DAY
They all walk in

       DUDE 1: Where the packs?
       THE BOY: In that closet
       DUDE 1: Sit over there

[VISUAL]
The Boy sits in the living room. Maybe he could run out the back? Where though? They're at the top of a mountain. If someone heard a shot in this neighborhood, they'd call the police immediately. Unfortunately, there isn't a police department in the Palisades. He'd be waiting for the Santa Monica department, which would take a minute
The feeling The Boy had now was shockingly similar to the feeling he got at his own parties. People he didn't know or like casually walking through his home and him having to pretend everything is "fine", or that they don't have all the power
Maybe he could text Fam

       DUDE 1 (CONT'D): Give me your phone

The Boy hands him his phone. Fuck
Two dudes stand guard at the front and back exits. One dude packs the bricks from the closet in a trash bag. Dude 1 (seems to be the leader) is looking through The Boy's phone
It didn't feel like the day The Boy was going to die. Not to say The Boy didn't feel like he was going to die, he was certain he was going to die today. But he didn't feel like today felt like a/the last day/night. Like a Wednesday that keeps feeling like a Friday. But the more he thought about it, if the last day felt like the last day, the world would be a different place. The order we have everyday would vanish if you were guaranteed a warning. People wouldn't live like they do. They wouldn't care what you thought. It'd be anarchy. Or a utopia. Depending on who you ask
Dude 1 puts The Boy's phone in his pocket. The Boy doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Dude 1 and Dude 2 start talking. It's obvious they're discussing The Boy's fate
If I was the director, the one who made this moment, the one who saw this moment millennia before, the one who coded this world and allowed this to happen, I'd have Thundercat's "We'll Die" playing as The Boy looks around at his once castle

...try to do your best

Oh! It's like Tony Montana. But resigned and, frankly, more realistic, cause it's boring. Everybody dies. Most of them are boring
All the dudes walk out except Dude 2. He stays. Dude 1 still has his phone as he walks out. The Boy realizes this action is bad

       DUDE 2: Toss me your wallet

This is bad. The Boy tosses the wallet. Dude 2 looks through it

       THE BOY: Can I drown?

Dude 2 looks up

       THE BOY (CONT'D): I just want to die how I want
There's a pool out there. You're supposed to get this wave of euphoria when you drown. Supposed to be good

Dude 2 stares

       THE BOY (CONT'D): I could just float there. They'd find me

Dude 2 starts to walks over...
(Does it change anything when you're aware of your last thoughts?)
Dude 2 sits next to him

       DUDE 2: We've been watching you for a while. You're very sloppy

He's a cop. This nigga's a cop

       DUDE 2 (CONT'D): I'm just gonna stay here with you for a minute. My guys are picking up those guys up the street
       THE BOY: Oh

Silence

       THE BOY (CONT'D): I'm going to jail?
       DUDE 2: Yep

The Boy looks to the pool in the backyard and sees his own body floating lifeless

[VISUAL]

Eyes wide, bubbles clinging to his face. Orange, yellow, and brown leaves float above him. His left shoe floating far ahead, probably from struggling at some point. Next to the pool, Naomi and Steve stand over him. Neither is crying or really seem too upset. They just look on as if the movie they were watching took an abrupt turn and they're mildly interested rather than satisfied
It looks peaceful. Fitting. He'd like to go out like that

...what's that sound?

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 1 kicks open the door. He starts firing. Dude 2 falls. A mist of red puff spurts from his chest. He's screaming
Dude 1 turns to The Boy and sho

...(breath).....(breath).............(breath)..

Silence

*****[PLAY SONG "LIFE: THE BIGGEST TROLL" AT THIS POINT]*****

[VISUAL]

THE END