[2:22 - A Freestyle Mixtape] - S Ū P ∆ Я E E .™


[2:22 - A Freestyle Mixtape] - S Ū P ∆ Я E E .™


Hey.

–Hey..

You want out of the box?

Uh–wait–really?

Yes–fucking, really.

–Are you serious?

Yes, I'm serious!

Okay–?!

This is what you gotta do:

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Everybody is drunk beyond repair.

Everyone?

Everyone.

Even S Ū P ∆ C R E E?

…Especially S Ū P ∆ C R E E.

OH HOLY SHIT.

FUCK- FUCK- FUCK–

FAHHKK.

RAAAAAAHHHH

RAWWARRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRR

NAGHNGHNGNG.

…wait, what?

Oh-oh–here she comes.

S Ū P ∆ C R E E enters, in a clearly drunken stupor.

Maneater- Song by Daryl Hall, John Oates, and Sara Allen

Fuck!

Fuck dude…

Don't let her see me.

She immediately turns her sights on the two DJs sitting in the corner

Ohhh.

Fuck.




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DJ “Suck My Terry Flappy Folds >< Lift Yourself, Kanye

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WHAT the FUCK

So it is real.

I thought I made that up.

I thought I lost my mind.

Oh you definitely lost your mind.

What else are you gonna do when you see that?

FLASHBACK:

EXT. WESTWOOD. NIGHT

ALI

See. I told you.

The Ghost of Aliocha

FUCK.

Well, there's obviously something here.

Obviously.

Explore it.

MELBA

Come to me.

Fuck, what kind of tree is she

Ali knew what kind of tree it was.

Yeah, well, Ali knew a little too much of everything.

Fuck.

Fuck, man–where are you at?

This is bad.

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I don't need this.

Yeah, no one does.

Jesus Christ, Cree.

Who is that?

Oh, that's right.

Yeah, that's right.

Feels good, huh?

Better than ever.

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Just do it.



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I might explode.

Noo, don't explode…

Lets start there.

Pause.



So THAT'S what happened?

That's what happened.

Gross!

…that's what happened.

Gross. You guys are gross.

I feel gross.

Well, you should.

Look, just–help me fix it.

Fix it yourself.

I tried that.

Did you try?

Yes.

Gross.

I did try!

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Are you okay?

NO! I'M NOT OKAY–what the fuck!

Another airport. Why are we always at the airport?

Stop asking questions.

Stop chasing dreams.

STOP CHASING VODKA WITH MONSTER AND REDBULL

IT'S CALLED A MONSTER BOMB.

YOU'RE GONNA DIE.

NOT FROM THIS.

–?!

Wait, so you know how you're gonna die?

How did you die?

Here kid, have a cigar.

I don't smoke.

You're about to.

OH MY GOD.

Just keep watching.

TURN IT OFF.

It's not over.

OHMYGAHD.

WHAT.

There, it's done.

Uh.

Now. Sit down.

I am sitting…

Sit like this.

Like wh–

*Removes chair forcefully*

Like that.

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What the fuck.

I was sure I had unsubscribed from these emails.

What is this.

Just open it.

I'm gonna die like this, aren't I?

We're all gonna die.

That's fine, i'm bored.

YES.

What, God. What is it?

S/HE said, “s/he's “bored”

Ahhh, here it goes.

DAVID.

Hmm.

Sound The Trumpets.

For what, Mah?

JUST DO IT.

ALRIGHT.

Heaven's A Riot.

FUCK.

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Then, my mind goes to a dark place,

My eyes fade to grey

‘why won't this go away'

Ahoy, matey's and

rockabye babies and



I just want me,

And all my friends

To rest in peace;

Believe me

RIP ALI.

I just–