Because the internet Screenplay - Part 2 lyrics

RAP GENIUS NOTE: This is Part 2 of the script, read Part 1 if you have not alreadyCUT TO:
*******[PLAY SONG "DIAL UP" AT THIS POINT]*******

[VISUAL]

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

*******[PLAY SONG "THE WORST GUYS" AT THIS POINT]*******

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 n*ggas in here. If you don't know their names they can't come

       MARCUS: I don't hear you right now. I just f*cked 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) f*ck! 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!

[VISUAL]

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 di*k

       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 di*k. Is it purple?

       SASHA: Grape di*k

       OTHER GIRL (agreeing): Grape di*k

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 di*k. Nothing. It's like gum

Silence. Fidgeting. Sasha's got a [ASHAMED EMOJI] 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?

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

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

[VISUAL]

       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, [EDIT]

       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" bullsh*t

[NO MOUTH EMOJI]

       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 f*ckED" (smh at the "your"). Probably Sasha. She's probably right

CUT TO:

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

CUT TO:

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

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 n*gga'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): f*ck ya'll. I wouldn't rob a place with ya'll pus*y 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 f*ck '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 n*ggers 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: f*ck

All of the guys put their hands up

CUT TO:

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, [EDIT]

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 -__- [SIDE EYE EMOJI]

       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

CUT TO:

*******[PLAY SONG "SWEATPANTS" AT THIS POINT]*******
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 [NO MOUTH EMOJI]. The Boy just stares at him...he's serious. The promoter walks off

CUT TO:

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

[VISUAL]

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 f*cking 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 sh*t 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 sh*t you see?

       HAT KID: f*ck'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

CUT TO:

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

       SWANK: That kid was scared as f*ck! He was like [OPEN MOUTH EMOJI]

       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 p*ssed when girls would watch Boy Meets World and be like "Ryder Strong's so dope for having a black girlfriend". Man, f*ck that n*gga

       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) n*gga, shut up. Take that team light skin sh*t 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 f*ck though

       FAM: Cause they reached their goal. In a year they'll
Be like "oh f*ck...goals are dumb."

       MARCUS: Goals are dumb?

       FAM: Making your life a goal is dumb. I think. This sh*t 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): n*gga, 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) f*ckin 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 f*cked 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

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

[VISUAL]

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. [LEMONGRAB: UNNACCEPTABLE!]RAP GENIUS NOTE: This is the end of Part 2, continue on at Part 3