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because the internet alt ending - sarah bird lyrics

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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

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dude 1 runs back inside the mansion. he’s carrying a gun in his right hand

dude 1
this f-cking lady just rammed into us!

dude 2 runs up to dude 1 and they both proceed out the front door

ext. driveway – day

no more than 30 feet from the front of the house, a familiar looking car is entangled with the dude’s car
there is a woman lying face down on the driveway with a gun in her hand. blood pools around her head

dude 1
she had a gun. i don’t know what the f-ck she was doing but she was on some sort of vigilante mission or some sh-t

the boy, who has been half waiting on an invite to join the dudes to see what was going on and half debating
on trying to escape, decides against his better judgement to join them. immediately he recognizes the woman as naomi
he runs over to her and holds her shattered body against himself. she is 100% dead. his eyes well up with tears but not a single one falls

the boy
motherf-cker. what the f-ck…

dude 1 walks up cautiously to the boy and naomi. dude 2 stays behind and is on his phone talking to the station, probably

dude 1
did you know her? i mean…technically you’re under arrest… i mean, i’m sorry. sh-t. i’m sorry

the boy
did she say anything? before…

dude 1
not a d-mn word. she just started firing. she was aiming inside the house, i thought she’d hit you, actually
there was a clear shot through the window

the boy looks down at himself, making sure he wasn’t actually hit. he finds a hole in his shirt, all too dejavu for him. he stands up and goes pale

dude 1 notices this

dude 1
look, maybe you can make your phone call now. maybe someone can bail you out

it’s clear he feels bad about this. maybe he’s never k!lled someone before. dude 1 takes the boy’s phone out of his pocket and gives it to him. there is one text message. it’s from naomi. it reads:

“you can trust me. roscoe’s wetsuit.”

the boy drops his phone to the ground. the gl-ss shatters and he falls to the floor

- sarah bird lyrics

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