“The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other.”
Dude 1 enters back into the house. He falls flat on his face. He was shot. He’s bleeding out. He appears to be dead. Shit
Dude 2 takes his gun out of its holster and creeps up to the door
GUNSHOT
Head shot. Dude 2 is now dead
The Boy, froze on the couch, just sits there
Some Wesley Snipes, Blade lookin’ nigga walks through the door with 3 other guys. All strapped
Wesley Snipes Nigga: Ain’t this a fuckin mess we got here?
For some reason he sounds like an Australian Samuel L. Jackson
The Boy: Are you gonna kill me?
Wesley Snipes Nigga: Well, you have seen too much here, and you don’t seem like you’d be any use to us…
The Boy anticipates his answer
Westley Snipes Nigga: …Yeah we gon’ kill ya. (He points his gun at The Boy. It was a Desert Eagle.) Now let’s make this quick—
The Boy: Wait! Can I choose the way I die?
Wesley Snipes Nigga: Sure. Just make this quick, aight?
The Boy: Ok. I wanna die in my pool
Wesley Snipes Nigga: THE POOL?! What you think this is, a movie, nigga? (Pauses.) Aight sure. Get out there
The Boy guides them outside to his infinity pool
The Boy: Ok. This is—
GUNSHOTS
*Play Yaphet Kotto at this point*

The Boy is seen bug eyed drowning and bleeding out in the pool where he asked to die at. You see leaves and bugs floating at the surface of the water as he sinks to the bottom. The Wesley Snipes Nigga and his troupe stare then walk away

You hear 3 knocks on a glass door

Female Voice: The phone’s for you

The Boy wakes up

The End