15 YEARS LATER
*******[PLAY SONG “CRAWL” AT THIS POINT]*******
INT. THE BOY’S ROOM – EARLY MORNING
The room is an elegant mess. There’s shit everywhere, but everything has its place. Classic furniture; someone with old money would invest in, is used for the bed, desk, desk chair. You can see from where most of the trash accumulates that the occupant spends most of his time on the computer.
There is a pile of stacked and flattened gummy bear wrappers by the desk. There’s a picture of The Boy and his father on the boy’s desk, along with a flash drive that has “hackz” written on it. A small vaporizer charges and glows green on the edge. There’s a half ounce of weed in a plastic bag to the left of the laptop on the desk.
There’s a black and white Bill Withers poster, a Gorillaz “Demon Days” poster, and a “Black Dynamite” poster. All framed. Stacks of records are placed on a shelf lining the wall. There are some old 70’s soul records by a record player on the shelf. Norman Connors “You Are My Starship” is the album on top of the others.
Little hills of dirty clothes grow up the walls from the floor. Same pile of shoes is there. Wall with same dirty spot. The closet is filled with white shirts and flower shorts. There’s one very old and tattered Shearling coat that hangs to the right.
The Boy (more a man now) is sprawled out on his bed, no shirt and flower shorts. He opens one eye as very faint, dark orange sunlight from the blinds cut his face. He gets up.
INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
The Buddha statue again. There’s empty old beer and Pellegrino bottles on the bar. The entire back of the living room wall is glass. The boy walks briskly to the kitchen.
INT. KITCHEN – DAY
The kitchen is a slight mess. Things left out. S’mores makings left out. The marshmallows are hard as stones. The boy goes into the cabinet and pulls out a pop tart. He takes out a pop tart and throws it in the microwave, wrapper still on (you’re not supposed to do that). He starts the microwave and begins texting someone. The microwave is okay for about 5 seconds, then blue sparks start to pop inside. He turns off the microwave, opens it, grabs the pop tart and tosses it on a plate.
EXT. BACKYARD – EARLY MORNING
The Boy walks onto the little island in the middle of the infinity pool lining the oceans and mountains in the background. The mountains are surrounded by clouds. They’re literally above the clouds. It’s probably raining down there. There’s an orchard with lemon and plums to the west of the wall outside, and a green statue of a golfer further in. Bunnies jump on the lawn in the background.
The boy sits under a sun umbrella, opens the pop tart and starts to eat it. He looks off with his face flat. He gets a text message:
when u wanna paddle out? [PURPLE DEVIL FACE EMOJI]
The Boy texts back: pick me up
EXT. MANSION FRONT DRIVEWAY – MORNING
An old, red (a gross red. a weak red) Mazda rolls up to the front of the mansion and sputters to a stop. FAM, steps out of the car. Daps up.
Let’s take one of yours.
Really, mane? You want us to drive around in my car? I don’t think it’ll make it, honestly. It broke down at my mom’s. Plus…it looks like my car.
Right. It’s inconspicuous.
My nigga, who are you hiding from? It’s not stuttin. It’s your car.
Why do you even care?
“…why do you even care?”
INT. GARAGE – MORNING
The garage door rises to reveal Fam and The Boy’s silhouette. Five cars are in the garage. There’s a Tesla Model S, Silver 911, some car no one’s ever seen, a Tahoe and some car under a tarp. Looks like it could be an Aston Martin. Fam smiles.
(pointing to the car no one’s ever seen)
We didn’t even see this one. It’s in the far corner of the garage. It’s a nice car. Older, but nice and sleek. Understated, to some. Its black paint is chipping in the front. Fam shakes his head.
They get in the 911.
EXT. SANTA MONICA CONDOS – DAY
The 911 pulls up to a nice condo complex. Fam honks the horn for a while. Like a jerk.
SOMEONE FROM A WINDOW
I work nights, dickhead!
I know. Fuck me, right?
Fam honks more.
The Boy checks his Twitter feed. Twitter name “You Are Unimportant – @thegoldmolar” You can see from his feed he just trolls all the time. Politicians, athletes, entertainers, etc. His favorite was simply re-tweeting something someone says. When it was dumb enough to just re-tweet, that was his favorite. He’d gotten a lot of followers that way. Written an article once for a blog. Got more followers. He started posting videos of homeless people and fights.
He was looking for something to retweet on his time-line. People say dumb shit all the time…
…someone tweeted “roscoe’s wetsuit”.
The Boy drops “roscoe’s wetsuit” into Google. A Yahoo answer comes up for it. The answer to “what is roscoe’s wetsuit?” is…”roscoe’s wetsuit”. Hilarious.
SWANK, STEVE, MARCUS (Chance the Rapper), and AJ (STEFAN) walk out of the condo. They have longboards with them and they’re eating candy. They stop in their tracks when they see the 911.
How we supposed to get these in there?
You guys take your car.
What about your boards? Where are they?
Can we borrow some?
They all make a face.
We need a bigger car then. I’ma drive to your house and get the Tahoe.
Come on, guys. This is taking forever.
Where we going?
I swam into a diaper last time.
I’M GRIMEY. I ONLY SWIM IN DIRTY WATERS! YOU KNOW THIS!
Shut the fuck up!
Fam honks the horn.
I’m drivin that Porsche the way back. I know that shit.
Swank and Steve walk toward their car parked on the street.
What’s “roscoe’s wetsuit” mean?
I don’t know.
They drive off.
EXT. DOCKWEILER BEACH – DAY
The guys carry the boards through the sand to ocean, making a strange pattern behind them.
They setup camp and start changing on the beach.
I thought someone was bringing girls.
No one wants to get up this early.
Did you ask white girls?
I asked every girl.
You a lie. You didn’t ask anybody. You don’t leave the house.
Why white girls?
Cause no one is getting up at 6AM to go into the freezing, dirty ass ocean, fuck up their hair-
At that moment, they all notice a girl sitting on her board in the ocean. Waiting for a wave she looks behind her. She is black.
See? This is what I mean about Donnie Darko happening to me.
A plane flies low overhead (Dockweiler is right next to LAX).
(staring at the plane)
It’s gonna crush me.
It’s like seeing a mermaid.
Maybe it’s a manatee.
Marcus runs to the water with his board. They all follow.
EXT. OCEAN – MORNING
Marcus swims up to the girl on his board.
It’s lookin alright today.
Yeah. It’s the only reason I’m out here.
Oh, you’re Australian.
You ever seen “Kangaroo Jack”?
(not looking at him)
(not mean…just serious)
It’s a fucking classic.
Silence. Sasha is weirded out. All the guys, except The Boy, swim up.
(to Sasha. Out of breath)
Hi. Did Marcus ruin it already?
Steve splashes Marcus.
Swank takes a plastic bag with four blunts in it. He takes one out. He lights up a blunt. Talks with it hanging in his mouth.
How long you been surfing?
Ten years. You?
Cops don’t come out here. It’s a good place to smoke. You want some?
He passes it. She takes a hit.
What you doin tonight?
My friend’s birthday in Santa Monica.
Yo, we’re right around close. We’re having a party tonight in a mansion. You should come. And if your friend’s a girl or a guy who has weed, they should come too.
I’m Djing. I start off with Jodeci, then the switch over to 90’s rap using “Dream Lover” to transition, play ACTUAL ATLANTA TRAP for an hour, hour and a half. Then motown, soul, and house. Girls. Go. Crazy.
What’s your DJ name?
Twercules. no “DJ”. Just Twercules. I got a tumblr where I post my mixes. It’s getting pretty popular. I don’t know. You sing? Model? Act?
I’ma go in.
Sasha starts paddling and catches a wave into the beach.
I shouldn’t have said “bitches”.
AJ thinks on this. This is probably saying more about him than he realizes.
EXT. BEACH – MORNING
Sasha carries her board onto the beach. The Boy is sitting there.
You goin in?
Don’t know yet.
Then why’d you put on your wetsuit?
Everyone else was.
That’s an awful reason.
She starts walking.
You should come to the party. It’ll be fun.
They invited you, right?
Where is it?
[EDIT]. Text me [EDIT].
I’ll remember. I’ll bring some friends.
She walks off.
Later that day:
*******[PLAY SONG “WORLDSTAR” AT THIS POINT]*******
EXT. I-10 – EVENING
The guys drive down the highway eating In-N-Out. Head nods all around. Swank is now driving the Porsche. Crazily. Fam is with The Boy and the rest of the guys in the other car. Marcus drops his animal style fries on the floor.
You see you fuckin up this car?
He’s driving crazy.
(iphone goes off)
And he’s textin me.
The text says: R E C K L E S S
This nigga’s so lame.
The Boy sees a tweet of the lead singer of a boy band tweet “follow your heart and [HEART EMOJI] all who cross your path!”. The Boy retweets it with a [LAUGHING/CRYING EMOJI].
I gotta stop somewhere first.
EXT. CLUB – NIGHT
Fam pulls outside of a club. Lots of people are trying to get in. He and The Boy get out and walk to the bouncer, their friend CHEESE. Fam and Cheese dap. The Boy stands on the side next to a line of people trying get in VIP. They look at each other. He is not dressed appropriately to get in
Fam and Cheese do that handshake thing they do. Fam walks in
Some guys in a black SUV rolls by and yell at the dude next to The Boy
MAN IN CAR
Dont let me catch you out here Jay! Don’t let me catch you!
The Boy watches this for a second. He looks down for a moment…
Someone has spray painted “roscoe’s wetsuit” on the sidewalk. He stares at it
MAN IN CAR (CONT’D)
I got yours, muthafucka!
The Boy snaps out of it. Then takes out his phone and starts recording the fight. Fam walks out and sees the fight in action
JAY (I GUESS?)
You scared, bitch! That’s why you scared!
MAN IN CAR
I got something for yo ho-ass my nigga!
Jay is bleeding from his stomach. The Boy is seeing this through his phone. It takes a moment for him to realize-
Fam is already running. Everyone in the line is screaming and running. The Boy runs
Drop your weapon!
(these are cleaner and succinct) POP.POP.POP
Runs to the side of the building. The SUV that was firing slows down. The driver is dead. Car horn blares as the car slows to a stop, mixing with girls crying and “oh shit!” and “fuck”. Jay is very close to dead. The blood on the sidewalk is almost black. A street sign (No parking between 7-9am and 4-7pm) is reflected in the dark blood. He turns to The Boy, looks around. He knows what’s happening. He’s leaving
That was the end. He’ll never read this sentence. Or any sentence. He ended earlier. Before this sentence. As far as he knows, before any sentence. He’s back to his/the natural state
The Boy felt something
It’s funny, cause this dude is dead. There really isn’t a connection…it’s more him seeing himself for the first time since-
The Boy’s phone rings:
Get in the car
The Boy turns and sees the car rolling up to the alley he’s hiding in. The Boy runs up and jumps in. They speed off
INT. CAR – NIGHT
That shit was NUTS!
I knew something was about to happen. I knew it
Donnie Darko. I’m tellin you
The Boy is looking at the footage on his phone. He’s got a death on video. It’s looped. Over and over
The Boy touches his shearling coat…there’s a hole in it. Bullet hole? He puts his finger through…
…i shouldn’t be (here)
He looks at Fam and Steve. They’re talking
Bitches high heels everywhere! They ran out they shoes, cuh
BAP! BAP! BAP! Oooow. That nigga lit up
The Boy just keeps watching the video
Yo. You got it on video?
Wow…you caught the end of his journey on video. That’s dope. (then) We gotta pic up Doc from the jazz club
INT. JAZZ CLUB – NIGHT
Fam and The Boy Stand in the back. Doc is on stage playing saxophone with a band. He’s doing a solo
Does it weird you out that you almost died today?
Not really. I’m not trippin on death
I’m not trippin. I’m just sayin, if you think about it, there’s no reason for us to be here
Doc be hanging with the weirdest people. Look at these niggas. They all look like James Blake. Is that who likes Jazz now?
I was thinking about it and I can’t offer anyone anything. Like, my job is tweeting at people. That’s my job
That’s not your job. You do it cause it’s funny. You’re rich. We don’t have to do anything
Yeah. Isn’t that sad?
Sad? We are making moves. What about that line me and Swank are gonna start selling?
All we did was print shirts for ourselves. Who else is buying that shit? And the whole reason we wanted to make shirts is cause Tre made some and they were dope
I don’t know what to tell you. We are doing dope shit. We are making moves. We can do whatever we want-
But none of it matters cause we’re doing it for ourselves! We’re just jerking off for each other. No one in the future’s gonna give a shit I made a shirt once
Then don’t make a shirt, my nigga
JAMES BLAKEY LOOKING DUDE
The Boy fiddles with the hole in his jacket
INT. MANSION – NIGHT
All the guys walk in with plastic bags from the grocery store. They have blue cups, alcohol, s’more fixings, and gummy bears
If I was the director, I’d have everyone walk in in slow motion into the house with “Nosetalgia” by Pusha T playing
Walking into bedrooms. Opening drawers. Pulling out bags of weed
AJ walks into his large closet. Pulls out a bowl. There are some prescription bottles there too
A naked Marcus steps out of the shower and goes in his closet and pulls out some condoms
Fam is meditating in the center of his bed. He’s floating off the bed by about 4 inches