Luyện nghe bài hát Because The Internet Screenplay - Part 2

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*******[PLAY "DIAL UP" AT THIS POINT]*******

The Boy lies, 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. whisper:

......where are
................who is
...don't

almost a song

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INT. MANSION -
More people are at the house. People drinking and smoking. off. It's a Temple. Respect it
The back wall of the living room has been into the wall, so there's a seamless transiting from living room to backyard patio
People sit on the swings space heaters
EMILY is in the middle of the table. Swank plays pool around her. RUBEN is filming Marcus and Steve throwing things in the fire pit
AJ is djing in the of the living room
Some guy is running the living room in just a towel. He is dripping water. He almost slips
The projector room (theatre) is playing Fight/Vine compilations. Two are in there not watching. Just smoking
The Boy walks the backyard. There's a dude and a girl making out on the bar outside. They're sitting on the bar

       THE Don't sit on that
They look at him. He 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

      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. out of breath and looks wet

      BOY: Some guys just stole some stuff
       MARCUS: Please me you saw that Argentinan...Argentinian? Argentina-girl. I can't say it-
      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 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 of my friends

The Boy walks

INT. FATHER'S - NIGHT
The Boy walks up to the door. Before he can 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

      Come in! Quick!

She pulls him in. The girl flops on the bed

      GIRL: UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH. SOOOOO SOOOOOFFFFTTT
       SASHA: Hurry, hurry, hurry. Scoot,

The Boy lays against the wall. sits on the bed
Silence.

       SASHA (CONT'D): Show us dick
       THE BOY:
       SASHA: Do it. it
      GIRL: Ew

       THE Ha

      BOY (CONT'D): Why?
       SASHA: Cause it's probably and I wanna laugh at it
       OTHER GIRL: I've never a black dick. Is it purple?
       SASHA: dick
       OTHER (agreeing): Grape dick

Sasha gets up and starts to The Boy playfully. The other girl is laughing crazy

       SASHA: Do it. be weird!
       OTHER GIRL: Let's be a little!

The punches slowly stop. Then starts kissing The Boy. You can't see below their waist, but stuff is going on. Then stuff stops

       SASHA: What's wrong? is weird?
      BOY: No
       SASHA: You don't want to? This is
       THE BOY: No. I to
      Then...what's going on, chum?
      BOY: Hold on

The Boy with his dick. Nothing. It's like gum
Silence. Fidgeting. Sasha's got a [ASHAMED EMOJI] on her face

      BOY (CONT'D): Hold on
He walks into the and closes the door. Locked. Silence. Sasha sits on the floor

       OTHER GIRL: up?

*******[PLAY "SHADOWS" AT THIS POINT]*******

INT. BATHROOM -
The Boy sits on the floor. in hands

Damn, guy

The ex-girlfriend steps out of the linen closet

       VANESSA: are you doing?
       THE BOY (head in hands):
      the Bathroom?
      BOY: Mmm-hmm
      Well, I want to go out
      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 him

      Why are you so moody?
      BOY: I'm not. Let me enjoy this for a second
       VANESSA: We can do outside, [EDIT]
       THE BOY: We could live the rest of our lives here. There's a TV in the mirror. There's water every time we flush. I heard they're building a sandwich place in the shower

Vanessa smh and

       VANESSA: Get up. going
      BOY: Come 'on-
       VANESSA: I it!

She him up. She opens up the linen closet and pulls The Boy in
Coachella is inside the
There are 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 her for like three steps, then they walk together, holding hands

       VANESSA (CONT'D): We 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?
      BOY (smh): ...
      (disappointed): Really?...You're really doing this to me? Right now?
       THE BOY: You don't this is a waste of our time?
       VANESSA: No, I don't think me and you together is a waste of time. 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 the rest of your "I'm almost Vashtie" bullshit

[NO MOUTH

      (teary whisper): You're so mean
       THE BOY: I'm to be honest
       VANESSA: Mean doesn't honest! Honest can mean mean. But only if you mean it
      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

She starts walking away. Then she looks to the sky and shoots up like a rocket. She looks a shooting star in the sky. Not a sound is heard while this happens. They never see each other again

Then the coyotes out
They're glowing blue. circling and they're talking about music

      1: What'd you think of 2 Chainz' set?
       WOLF 2: It was fun. His live shows have gotten way better. I saw him last spring in Chicago
       WOLF WITH GLASSES: 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 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

INT. - NIGHT
The Boy realizes he is 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 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. 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

      BOY: Let's go guys
      (waking up): Where we going?
      BOY: Oakland
       SWANK: When's the leave?
       THE BOY: driving
      Wha? (then) How'd we get poor?

INT. ROOM - NIGHT
sleeping. There's a naked girl sleeping with him. The Boy comes in

      BOY: We're going

The Boy leaves. Fam opens his

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*******[PLAY SONG "TELEGRAPH AVE." AT POINT]*******

EXT. - NIGHT
Swank, Steve, and Fam are asleep in the car. The Boy down in the driver's seat

       He pulls out his and texts someone named NYALA: Im driving up now

...(that moment you know exactly what they're and how they look doing it)
       She back: DONT

The Boy looks at this. Then starts up the car and on the radio and speeds out of the driveway
A passes...
we see the girl that was in bed with Fam walk out in the Mansion doorway

       THAT GIRL FAM KNOWS THAT ONE PLACE: Fam?

EXT. I-5 - NIGHT/EARLY
Everyone's asleep in the car 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

      Ow, ow!

He slammed 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 one of those factories
There's a lot of 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 as they pass
There's a billboard. It says: WETSUIT
The Boy stares at it. Just a white billboard "roscoe's wetsuit" on it

EXT. MIDDLE OF IN-N-OUT - DAY
The guys are sitting on their car, eating burgers at the far end of the lot
As The Boy bites into his double-double he 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 a Northwestern hoodie

       SWANK (re: hoodie): Long way from
      1: Alumni
       SWANK: There's no way. You can't be over

The women just smirk and close their doors. They off

       SWANK (CONT'D): See that? Johnny Appleseed of confidence, man. Just leaving little seeds with
A car crazily pulls up to the In-N-Out. Two dudes jump out with masks and guns

       FAM:

They run inside. We see people running in their cars, and driving off. All of our guys seated on their car. Just eating
A minute goes by. No gun shots. Just
The two dudes run out. as they do, you can hear the police coming

       ROBBERY 1: MOVE, RYAN!
       AJ: This nigga's using his name. Treated
       STEVE: Could be a code
      That's definitely his real name. No one's robbery name is "Ryan". It's something like..."Snake-Man"

They all a face

       AJ (CONT'D): Fuck ya'll. I wouldn't rob a place ya'll pussy ass anyway

The 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 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 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 even though they were handcuffed and in the back of a tiny-ass squad car
       THE BOY: chief states: "no investigation needed"
       STEVE: "White people safe!"

They laugh. As they start to off

Suddenly two cop cars screech in front of

       COP 1: IN THE AIR!
       STEVE:

All of the put their hands up

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EXT. STREET - DAY
Everyone looks a bummed. Silence. More silence

       THE We're here

They pull to a row of brownstones

       MARCUS: Great. Why are we where is

The Boy gets out of the car and walks up to the door. As he's 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:
      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
      BOY: Hi, Nyla
       NYLA: When you're alone, you 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 Yes. Absolutely. But Nyla-
       NYLA: I AM AT THAT POINT,

Tears. She's not crying. She's that mad
A dude pokes his head out from the hallway in the brownstone. The Boy and him make eye

       THE BOY: This isn't what you think it is. I didn't come to...look, I saw this dude die and-
      And you're scared. So you came here
       THE BOY: I'm not scared. I just wanna be someone who knows me for a little
       NYLA: I don't know you. We're not together. I company. Go home
      BOY: Okay, you're being mean now
      "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. I backed out. So... (then) You're second at best is what I'm saying

The guy goes -__- EYE EMOJI]

      What is wrong with you?
       THE I don't know
      Me neither

This is really sad for both of em. really wanna know. Nyla closes the door

      (CONT'D through the door): Please grow up
The Boy stands there...then walks up to him on the stoop of the brownstone
       SWANK: Can I use her 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 to the car

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*******[PLAY SONG "SWEATPANTS AVE." AT POINT]*******

INT. OAKLAND - NIGHT
The guys sit at a table in the corner. The Boy is sitting in the corner. Fam is texting. and Steve are talking to two girls. A promoter walks over

       PROMOTER: Ey. You just sit here
       THE Yeah
       PROMOTER: Well, you gotta something
      BOY: A bottle?
      Yeah. A bottle

stare

       THE BOY: I'll 12 bottles

Promoter him a [NO MOUTH EMOJI]. The Boy just stares at him...he's serious. The promoter walks off

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Twelve girls 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 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

INT. - LATE NIGHT

The guys are

       SWANK: But eat animals, man. Animals!
       STEVE: The argument is that we've been 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

...I was before

       THE BOY: We here before
       FAM:
      BOY: We've done this before
FAM: Nah man. is our first time together in Oakland
       THE BOY: is every night. This is all the nights, man
       FAM (weirded out): Nahhhh. We 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 her, there's a guy in a colorful faux 90's hat. He's writing something on the wall in sharpie
He's "roscoe's wetsuit"
The Boy up and walks over

       THE BOY: Excuse me. What does mean?
       HAT What?
       THE Roscoe's wetsuit
       HAT Oh. I don't know
      BOY: Yes you do
       HAT Wha?
       THE You know what it means. Tell me
       HAT KID: I don't know. I saw it
       THE BOY: So you write shit you see?
       HAT KID: your problem?

Fam up. Grabs The Boy

       FAM: Ey. Let's eat

The Boy and Fam sit

      KID: It means I sat on your mom's face

The Boy his fist on the table. It's loud. Everyone in the diner looks at him. The Boy doesn't look up

       THE BOY (quiet): me what it is or I'll cut you open and take the answer

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EXT. HOTEL -
The guys roll up to the front of the

       SWANK: That kid was as fuck! He was like [OPEN MOUTH EMOJI]
      (to The Boy): You good?

Boy say anything

INT. 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 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: for him
       SWANK: Nah. He don't get any interracial points. He's just doing what white guys been doing since forever. Exactly he wants
       AJ: Really? that?
       SWANK: Man, I 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 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. that team light skin shit outside
       THE BOY: I've never one of these
       FAM: A first
      BOY: A wedding
       FAM: Yeah. (then) Marriage is so wack. I mean, I get it. But on, yo. Forever? ("Ms. Jackson") Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
       THE BOY: You think of them don't wanna do it?
       FAM: Mane, I bet both of em are like
       THE BOY: look happy as fuck though
       FAM: Cause they reached their goal. In a they'll be like "oh fuck...goals are dumb."
      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 in. Hard. I'mma go upstairs
       THE Okay

both stand there for a moment

       FAM: I'm need some help

AJ Fam by the arm

       FAM (CONT'D): we go

They to the elevators

       MARCUS: look for some bridesmaids

He off

      (yelling to Marcus): Gee-van-chi!
       MARCUS (calling back): Nigga, god you
       STEVE (to The Boy): you doin?

The Boy at the couple

       THE I'mma stay down here
      You good?
       THE BOY: I'm

They Kanye shrug, then off to the bar. The Boy walks into the banquet

INT. BANQUET - NIGHT
The lights are low. Most of the people have gotten up to pee or something. The Boy just stares at the couple. he decides to start recording. A man comes up to him

       OLDER DUDE:Who are you here with?
       THE BOY (not looking up from his phone): The groom. We went to college
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Oh. (then) isn't it?
      BOY (sincere): Beautiful
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: When the buddies start getting married, means you're next
       THE I don't think so
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: That's everyone says. That's what I said thirty years ago
       THE BOY: I don't in marriage. (then) Maybe that's not true. But I am against it
       OLDER INDIAN What do you believe in?
       THE Cool baby mamas
       OLDER INDIAN DUDE: Ahhhhh. But how many women you know are interested in concept?
       THE BOY: More 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 DUDE: Of marriage?
       THE Of marriage. Of her. Of yourself

He

       OLDER INDIAN Yes. Sometimes
      BOY: Then why?
       OLDER DUDE: I had to man-up. It was time. I don't regret it
       THE BOY: Well I don't 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 Mature relationships?
       THE BOY: Yeah. I in touch with all my exes. We're all friends
       OLDER INDIAN You still call them
       THE BOY: I 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 kid thinks he know everything

       OLDER INDIAN (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 stores that fit our aesthetic

The man just stares, not

      BOY (CONT'D): How old are you?
       OLDER INDIAN Fifty-three
      BOY: I'm like Bill O'Reilly
       OLDER INDIAN Oh

The older man leaves. A shlubby man in a comes to the podium in front. People clap for the end of the dance

       MAN IN SUIT: 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!

laughs

      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 with happiness for all their days to come

claps

*******[PLAY "3005" AT THIS POINT]*******

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
All the creatures have two legs, two arms, 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 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 not right now. They're marching
One of the has tears in its eyes. Still smiling tho. Pushing the smile
Everyone is smiling as they march past, but 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

      1: We did it!
      2: Yay!

Everyone claps. The bride and groom force a smile. The creatures slowly make their way 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. UNNACCEPTABLE!]