Because The Internet Screenplay - Part 4 Lyrics - Childish Gambino

[VISUAL PLAYING "DEATH BY NUMBERS"] 

*******[PLAY SONG "FLIGHT OF THE NAVIGATOR" AT THIS POINT]******* 

INT. HOSPITAL - DAY 

[VISUAL] 

The Boy wakes up. He's in a gown. His eyes feel heavy. The TV is on in his room. "Golden Girls" to be specific. One of the ladies just said something funny cause there's a lot of laughter 

Sitcom laughs always freaked him out. Because most of those people are dead. Those are ghost laughs. Laughs that are supposed to be gone forever linger on earth after every mid 90s joke about teenage sex or someone saying "don't go there". Looking for their mouths, never finding them because they're gone. The laughs don't feel good because they're dead laughs. Those laughs aren't what they stood for anymore. They've been reappropriated. Now they're just sounds monkey descendants make when amused to cue other monkey descendants when to make the sounds at home 

...my eyes feel heavy 

A nurse comes in 

WHITE GUY NURSE: Hello Mr.[EDIT]. How are you feeling? 

THE BOY: Like I'm about to get talked to by someone about- (gestures) All this 

Nurse gives a "yep" look 

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WHITE GUY NURSE: You're friends brought you in- 

THE BOY: They're not my friends 

WHITE GUY NURSE: I don't think they'd like you saying that 

THE BOY: Doesn't matter. It's the truth. But also, they know. We're not friends. There's a mutual benefit to our relationship, but I can't trust them for shit 

WHITE GUY NURSE: Then why save you? 

THE BOY: Cause their lives are far easier with me around. It's survival 

WHITE GUY NURSE: I think you should talk to someone 

THE BOY: We're talking 

WHITE GUY NURSE: A professional 

THE BOY: Why? You don't care. You're not gonna make sure I do. (then) Our lives aren't precious, man 

Silence. The Nurse begins to clean up 

WHITE GUY NURSE: You done? 

THE BOY: I was trying to be 

WHITE GUY NURSE: No you weren't. Cause, guess what? It's not hard to do 

Nurse leaves 

INT. WAITING ROOM - LATER THAT DAY 

The Boy walks out of the double doors. Steve, Swank, and Fam are sitting there. They look up wearily 

Photos 

THE BOY: I don't wanna talk. Let's just go be awkward and quiet together at Chipotle. Alright? 

They all just stare. Swank gets up slowly and walks over 

SWANK: Man...we didn't know if we should wait or tell you later, man 

The Boy makes a ["WHAT?" EMOJI] face 

SWANK (CONT'D): Man...your pops died, man. Got the call 

Silence 

THE BOY: Okay 

(hum of a jet engine...) 

*******[PLAY SONG "ZEALOTS OF STOCKHOLM" AT THIS POINT]******* 

INT. JET PLANE - EVENING 

The Boy lays his head against the plane window, the oil from his hair leaving grease smudges all over the window 

His father died in Stockholm. A family member was needed. Didn't realize that they were each other's only family til this very moment. When you lose that, you basically lose most of your memories, at least the accuracy of your own memories 

He wanted to be cremated 

The Boy didn't really know anyone in Stockholm, but he also didn't want to be in his hotel room with his father for a day. Even if he was just ashes. So he decided to search through his followers for someone from Sweden 

Some girl named "Hello_Pity_" Dm'd him back and they were supposed to meet up after all the whatever he had to do. Her profile bio said she was half french. She looked pretty in her avi: an inverted Hello Kitty. But that really doesn't mean anything at all, especially since her instagram was blocked, which is something he's learned not to trust at all 

So he looked through her tweets, figured out a night she went to a club, used one of his dummy profiles and pretended that they'd met at the club that night. She had trouble remembering because, according to her feed, she was "fuckin turnt, [CRAZY TONGUE OUT EMOJI] lol". She added this made up dude as a friend on Facebook. Now The Boy could see her pictures 

The rest of her pictures confirmed she was indeed pretty 

This girl loves Justin Bieber though. New Justin Bieber. The "fuck you" Bieber. She loves Justin Bieber in the way you love that girl on Maury who's like "my favorite flavor popsicle is DICK!", which is close to sincere love, but nowhere near it at the same time 

INT. STRANGE OFFICE - NIGHT 

The Boy is sitting at a desk, across from a solemn man. An urn sits on the left side of the desk 

The man slides it over to The Boy 

SOLEMN MAN: I'm sorry for your loss 

Silence. Don't you have to ask someone before you cremate their father? I don't know how these things work 

SOLEMN MAN (CONT'D): These were found with him 

He gives The Boy a large brown paper bag 

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 

The Boy vapes on the foot of his bed. He's DMing back and forth with "Hello_Pity_" whose real name is Alyssa 

thegoldmolar: where u at 

Hello_Pity_: bar called box. meet u here? 

thegoldmolar: yeah 

Hello_Pity_: u should meet my boyfriend. he loves you 

Weird 

thegoldmolar: sure 

Hello_Pity_: [CRYING LAUGH EMOJI] LOL. Don't worry. It's not like that 

thegoldmolar: wdym 

Hello_Pity_: [CRAZY TONGUE OUT EMOJI] see u soon 

He puts his phone down 

EXT. STOCKHOLM STREETS - NIGHT 

There's a buzz going on. Very pretty people walk hand in hand on the street. There are people saying things, giving opinions, feeling interesting. Everyone has a purpose tonight. It's a great time 

A couple walk by: 

SUPER HANDSOME GUY: Swedish blah blah blah roscoe's wetsuit hahahaha! 

SUPER PRETTY GIRL: blah blah, swedish blah blah roscoe's wetsuit! 

The Boy walks up to a pink, glowing, but very discreet sign that says "box". There's a big bald guy standing outside with no hat. There's steam coming off his head 

A girl is standing outside smoking, at least trying to. She can't seem to get the cigarette lit. It's Alyssa 

THE BOY: Hey 

ALYSSA: Ah! It's you 

She gives him a kiss on both cheeks 

ALYSSA (CONT'D): Fancy meeting you like this, huh? 

THE BOY: I don't know what you mean 

She puts out her cigarette. After two big puffs 

ALYSSA: Let's go 

THE BOY: Didn't you want me to meet your boyfriend? 

ALYSSA: Who? That guy? 

She points to a corner of the building, a few steps from the front. A guy with long blonde hair (her boyfriend?)is making out with a girl in the cold 

THE BOY: What am I getting into? 

ALYSSA: Nothing. You're getting into nothing 

CUT TO: 

EXT. STOCKHOLM STREETS - CONTINUOUS 

The Boy and Alyssa walk slowly through the streets. It's very cold, so they're the only ones doing that 

ALYSSA: What made you DM me? 

THE BOY: I don't know anyone here 

ALYSSA: Then why are you here? 

THE BOY: My dad died. I have to pick him up 

ALYSSA: R O U G H. How? 

THE BOY: Doesn't matter at this point 

ALYSSA: I know right? It's always "how'd he die?" Like if you know all the ways, you'll avoid it. Silly 

She shivers 

ALYSSA (CONT'D): I don't believe in small talk. What's the longest relationship you've been in? 

THE BOY: Five years 

ALYSSA: Wow. What happened? 

THE BOY: I'm still in it 

ALYSSA: Oh? 

THE BOY: She does private web shows. We're not together. But it's a relationship, for sure 

ALYSSA: I don't get it 

THE BOY: I used to watch her online a while back. Then she quit and started doing private shows. Then it just started turning into talking. Mostly 

ALYSSA: Wooooaah 

THE BOY: Wha? 

ALYSSA: You're paying her to be your girlfriend or friend or whatever 

THE BOY: Yes. But most people are paying for friends one way or another 

ALYSSA: No 

THE BOY: Your boyfriend is making out with another girl right now. You don't really have room to judge 

ALYSSA: I trust that I can never trust him. We're clear on that 

THE BOY: Then why have him at all? 

ALYSSA: Because he's honest. And I like that. He doesn't lie to either of us. That's special to me 

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 

[VISUAL] 

The two are sitting on the bed staring at the urn on the table 

ALYSSA: So that's your dad 

THE BOY: That's my dad. That's what's left of him 

ALYSSA: You guys close? 

THE BOY: No 

ALYSSA: You wanna talk about it 

THE BOY: No 

Silence 

THE BOY (CONT'D): I'm going to make a drink 

ALYSSA: Alright 

The Boy gets up and goes into the living room. While he's in there, Alyssa gets up, takes the urn, and walks out of the room. The Boy hears the door slam 

THE BOY: Alyssa? 

CUT TO: 

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

EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT 

The Boy runs out of the front doors. His breath, clouding in the night. He looks both ways and catches Alyssa turning a corner. He runs to the corner and meets her on the other side 

THE BOY: What's going on 

ALYSSA: Let's get rid of it. It's just bad for you 

THE BOY: You have a TON of nerve judging me and my father's relationship, so much so, you just walk out with his ashes? I feel like what you're doing is against the law, but much like the fact he was cremated before I arrived, I don't know if it's illegal. I'm still pissed though 

ALYSSA: We're gonna do this together 

The Boy is pissed. He's trying not to blow up 

ALYSSA (CONT'D): I had a sister. I did this when she died 

THE BOY: Yes. That gives you the right 

Alyssa digs in her pocket and pulls out her phone. She turns it on and the background is Alyssa and a girl that looks exactly like her. The Boy takes the phone 

THE BOY (CONT'D): Twins 

ALYSSA: Yes 

THE BOY: I know we agreed that it's dumb to ask since we're all headed that way anyway, but- 

ALYSSA: Brain cancer. It was bad 

Silence 

ALYSSA (CONT'D): So crazy 

She LOLs. They're still walking this entire time. They stop at the water. They stand there making small clouds for a moment 

ALYSSA (CONT'D): You want to say something? 

The Boy shrugs 

ALYSSA (CONT'D): Alright- 

THE BOY: Wait 

The urn almost tips over the edge. She waits for him. He walks over and takes the urn and just holds it for a moment. Then he kinda hugs it. Laying his head on it, but turning his head so she can't see what he says: 

THE BOY (CONT'D, whisper): I'm sorry we're alone 

[VISUAL] 

He pours out the ashes. He's gone 

ALYSSA: How do you feel? Better? 

THE BOY: I feel...the same 

VOICE: HEY! 

Alyssa and The Boy turn around. It's Alyssa's boyfriend 

BOYFRIEND: What the fuck, bro? 

ALYSSA: Oh, so you now you give a fuck 

She pushes him back as he takes swipes at The Boy. The Boy is mildly annoyed. They're all yelling at each other 

BOYFRIEND/THE BOY/ALYSSA: You're dead ass-hole!/ Relax, nothing happened/ Would you stop! 

The boyfriend breaks free from her 

BOYFRIEND: Do you know who the fuck I am? 

ALYSSA: Please don't. Please don't do this 

THE BOY: Nah, man. I don't know who you are 

BOYFRIEND (CONT'D, scream): WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY! (silence) I. Wrote. That. That's my shit. I'm the nigga dressed like a fox. That's all me 

THE BOY: What? 

The boyfriend starts making the noises a fox makes in the song 

BOYFRIEND: That! 

ALYSSA (resigned, to The Boy): Like the song and video 

THE BOY: I've never heard of it 

ALYSSA AND BOYFIREND: What/wha? 

ALYSSA: I thought you "were the internet"? 

THE BOY: That's a tagline. No one is the actual internet. I just must've missed it when it was popular 

BOYFRIEND: Uh, by "when it was popular" do you mean, uhhh, RIGHT THE FUCK NOW?! 

THE BOY: Relax 

BOYFRIEND: Two hundred and twenty million views on Youtube. Two hundred and twenty million. That's most of the earth 

THE BOY: Not true 

BOYFRIEND: An African village wrote to me- 

THE BOY: The whole village did? 

BOYFRIEND: -and told me that my song taught them about foxes. They don't have foxes there. I introduced the idea of a fox to an entire continent...(then) And you wanna fuck my girl? 

Silence 

THE BOY: I do not wanna fuck your girl. I don't want to be here. I am going home now 

The Boy walks away. Alyssa and her boyfriend start a boring argument in the cold as he disappears 

CUT TO: 

INT. LA VEGAN RESTAURANT - NIGHT 

Fam, another girl, and The Boy sit in a booth at the restaurant. Fam and the girl are talking. The Boy is silent. Don't know if he's just bored or jet lagged from Sweden. Either way he's bumming everyone out 

ANOTHER GIRL: My friend should be here soon 

The Boy doesn't say anything. Fam and the girl look on 

A girl walks up to the table. The Boy looks up. It's the girl from the party 

NAOMI: Hi 

The Boy doesn't say anything 

ANOTHER GIRL: This is Naomi. (then) Hello? 

FAM: He's dumb. You should just sit and ignore him 

She sits down 

NAOMI: You're the guy that almost hit my arm 

THE BOY: Yes 

NAOMI: You guys order? 

THE BOY: No. I hate vegan. I think she's making us eat here 

NAOMI: I'm the vegan. I asked to eat here 

Silence 

THE BOY: I hate vegan 

NAOMI (saying it dumb): Duhh, "I hate vegan" 

In his head, he was lol-ing. In real life, he just kinda looked down 

NAOMI (CONT'D): What's the deal. Why you always act like your parents died 

The Boy smirks 

THE BOY: They did 

Awkward. Silence 

ANOTHER GIRL: I'm so sorry 

Fam and The Boy stare at each other for a moment. Then laugh. Another Girl and Naomi do not 

FAM (to The Boy): Your parents are dead, man 

THE BOY: My parents are dead yo 

They slowly stop laughing. Naomi thinks The Boy is weird. But she doesn't run 

INT. MANSION - NIGHT 

Fam and Another Girl are sitting on the swings smoking and talking about something they will never remember and don't really care about 

Naomi and The Boy sit in the living room 

NAOMI: What did he do? 

THE BOY: I don't know 

NAOMI: How'd he afford all this? 

THE BOY: I don't know 

NAOMI: Then how can you afford all this? He leave you a lot? 

THE BOY: Creditors were after him. I don't know if he had anything left. I'm not concerned. (serious) I'm gonna sell drugs 

Naomi LMAOs 

NAOMI: Whaaaaaat 

THE BOY: Fam can hook me up. I've been watching him for a minute. He runs out of here already 

NAOMI: I don't think you need me to tell you you're an awful dealer 

THE BOY: How would you even know? 

NAOMI: You make everything feel awkward. You can't connect with anyone. How is anyone supposed to feel like they can trust you? 

THE BOY: Yeah, that's what drug dealers are known for. Their comfort 

NAOMI: They are, dumb-ass. You gotta know how people work. You're only good with people online 

He slowly turns to her. "how does she know that?" 

NAOMI (CONT'D): I looked you up 

THE BOY: After the party or just now 

NAOMI: Just now. I'm a writer too 

THE BOY: Oh really 

NAOMI: Yup. And I know I'm good cause people keep stealing my shit 

She hits the vape 

NAOMI (CONT'D): I tweeted this. (holds up her phone) Is that not my poem verbatim? I posted them together. This nigga just rapped this like it was his 

THE BOY (looking at her phone): Your first mistake is being a poet past the year 1974, by the way 

NAOMI: That's how good my shit is. I'm bringing the whole form back 

THE BOY: You're cocky when you're high 

NAOMI: No. I'm talkative when I'm high. I'm cocky all the time, but I'm silent for most of it...like you 

He looks up. She lifts an eyebrow. He doesn't smile. She goes cross-eyed. No response. She stops, then sighs 

NAOMI (CONT'D): You ever think we're in hell? This is all hell. Living on earth and being the only ones aware that it's all ending slowly 

Silence 

THE BOY: No 

NAOMI: I read something that said more than likely we all just do this all again. It's all a cycle 

THE BOY: I like that theory 

NAOMI: Yeah. (then) See? You're not such a lonely boy 

She LOLs and mushes his face with her hand. The Boy smh, but smiles