Contest by Alex Dixon Lyrics
The door bursts open and Dude 1 stumbles in, collapses in a pile on the ground, and manages to kick shut the door behind him. He’s clutching his side with his left hand
DUDE 1
They’ve got AKs, man
DUDE 2
They’re here?
Silence
DUDE 2 [to The Boy]
Did you do this?!
Tears started to fill his eyes. The Boy stared at the ground
Brrrrr
Brrrrrrrrr
Brrrrr
Phone ringing
DUDE 1
Hello?
NAOMI
That’s proof that you can trust me
DUDE 1 threw the phone against the wall
DUDE 1
We’ve got to leave, man
DUDE 2
What about him?
DUDE 1
End it
The boy closed his eyes. This isn’t how he wanted to go, but he didn’t have much choice
BANG
BANG
But he opened his eyes
Lying on the floor was Dude 1, a bullet hole inside of his chest, and Dude 2 slumped motionless on the stairs across the hall with The Boy’s phone in his hand. The Boy stood up, prised the phone from the dead man’s grip, and went to sit by the pool with his knees against his chest, arms wrapped around them, just staring
He looked at his phone
“329 new mentions”
And dropped it in the pool
***INT. FROG FROZEN YOGURT***
A man in a suit sits opposite The Boy
MAN
I thought you were done with that?
The man points at the new smartphone in The Boy’s hand
THE BOY
I am
He slides a USB stick across the table, “hackz” has been scribbled out with biro
MAN
Is this it?
The Boy nods. A smile briefly flickers across his face. Briefly
MAN
How many tracks?
THE BOY
Five
He turns the USB over. The label reads “Roscoe’s Wetsuit.”
THE BOY
It’s time to grow up
DUDE 1
They’ve got AKs, man
DUDE 2
They’re here?
Silence
DUDE 2 [to The Boy]
Did you do this?!
Tears started to fill his eyes. The Boy stared at the ground
Brrrrr
Brrrrrrrrr
Brrrrr
Phone ringing
DUDE 1
Hello?
NAOMI
That’s proof that you can trust me
DUDE 1 threw the phone against the wall
DUDE 1
We’ve got to leave, man
DUDE 2
What about him?
DUDE 1
End it
The boy closed his eyes. This isn’t how he wanted to go, but he didn’t have much choice
BANG
BANG
But he opened his eyes
Lying on the floor was Dude 1, a bullet hole inside of his chest, and Dude 2 slumped motionless on the stairs across the hall with The Boy’s phone in his hand. The Boy stood up, prised the phone from the dead man’s grip, and went to sit by the pool with his knees against his chest, arms wrapped around them, just staring
He looked at his phone
“329 new mentions”
And dropped it in the pool
***INT. FROG FROZEN YOGURT***
A man in a suit sits opposite The Boy
MAN
I thought you were done with that?
The man points at the new smartphone in The Boy’s hand
THE BOY
I am
He slides a USB stick across the table, “hackz” has been scribbled out with biro
MAN
Is this it?
The Boy nods. A smile briefly flickers across his face. Briefly
MAN
How many tracks?
THE BOY
Five
He turns the USB over. The label reads “Roscoe’s Wetsuit.”
THE BOY
It’s time to grow up