A Monster Calls Page #2
Mum
You’ve had breakfast?
ConoR
Yes, mum.
She gives him a look. She may be ill, but she’s still Mum.
Conor (CONT’D)
(exasperated)
Toast, cereal and juice.
(mum sees no sign)
I washed the dishes.
Mum
(quietly, looking at the
clean kitchen)
CONOR:
Yes Mum.
Mum reaches for the BROOM..
MuM
(sighs)
I’m sorry I wasn’t up.
ConoR
It’s okay.
Mum
You know, it’s just this new round
of-
Conor
It’s okay.
Mum is surprised at strength of his interruption, but she
lets it pass. She turns to the groceries and the box.
MuM
(caught)
Your grandma’s coming to stay with
us tomorrow for a few days.
CONOR:
Aw, mum. We don’t need her here
18.
MUM:
You know how I get at this point in
the treatments-
CONOR:
We’ve been okay every time before-
Mum
You shouldn’t have to make yourself
breakfast every morning-
CONOR:
I’m fine-
MUM:
CONOR.
Frases Conor complaining
Beat, as it’s Conor’s turn to be shocked at the interruption.
Mum, exhausted, smiles again.
Mum (CONT’D)
Only a few days, I promise. That’s
all I can take, too. Like living
with your boss.
(laughs)
She’s going to bring me a box full
of wigs she got somewhere, if you
can believe it. Be lucky if I don’t
end up looking like a zombie Lady
Gaga.
Conor is relaxing, the atmosphere improving. Mum regards him
for a moment, then ruffles his hair.
MUM (CONT’D)
(fake serious)
Now, tell me you haven’t shrunk my
favourite wool jumpers?
Conor laughs shyly.
Mum (CONT’D)
Go on, go.
(as he crosses to his bag)
Stop dragging your feet!
He picks them up comically, like a clown. As Conor puts his
rucksack on, Mum leans against the counter, looking out the
window.
19.
16-16A
EXT. CONOR’S HOUSE DRIVEWAY/ STREETS - later 16-16A
Conor walks to school, rucksack on his back. It’s a bit of a
journey, and he pulls his coat tight against the cold.
20.
16B Ext. SHOP ROAD - moRNING 16B
He’s deep in thought, but he’s distracted by one SHOP WINDOW
(the ART SHOP where his paper bag was from). Inside the
window are a set of art pencils that he obviously craves.
He’s about to walk on but he sees someone down the street. He
steps into the doorway to hide while he watches:
A girl, LILY, 12, thick glasses, the friend from the photo in
his bedroom. She’s harmless, goofy, charming, but Conor holds
back so she won’t see him.
21.
17
Ext. SCHOOL OUTSIDE - momENTS LATER 17
Establish. Conor & Lily are in the first year of secondary,
so they’re the tiniest students among giants.
22.
18 ExT. ALLEY/ SPORTS FIELD - later 18
C/U on Conor falling, as if pushed, hitting the concrete
path. Still down, he puts his hand to his lip. It comes away
bloody.
Behind him, we see HARRY, 13, blond wonder boy, calmly
vicious bully, flanked by ANTON and SULLY, both 13. Harry is
straightening his leg, clearly having tripped Conor.
Harry
Careful there, O’Malley. You might
fall.
The minions laugh. Conor is resigned. This isn’t new. He
reaches for his bag and starts to get up, but a perfectly
timed trip from Harry sends him falling again.
HARRY (CONT’D)
Always off in your own little
dreamworld. What’s there that’s so
interesting, O’Malley?
The minions keep laughing. Conor starts to rise again.
There’s blood on his lip.
sully
(joyous)
He’s bleeding!
anton
He’ll have to get his slaphead
mother to kiss it for him!
Silence, as the group absorbs this crossing of the line.
Conor’s face hardens, but before he can respond, Lily bounces
back into the scene.
Lily
You leave him alone! [Cowards!
There’s three of you and one of
him! I’m not scared of you! You’re
pathetic!]
Conor winces, and Harry’s minions are already laughing. Not
Harry, though, who never stops looking at Conor.
SuLLY
Your puppy’s here to save you,
O’Malley!
Outraged, Lily - who is, in fact, a little puppy-ish - pushes
Sully hard. Surprised, he falls backwards over a shrubbery.
LILY:
I’m just making it a fair fight!
23.
MISS KWAN (O.S.)
LILY EVANS!
Everyone freezes as Head of Year MISS KWAN (late 30s, British-
Chinese descent, stern but fair) storms over.
LILY:
They started it, Miss!
MisS KWAN
I don’t want to hear it.
(to Sully, now rising)
Are you hurt, Sullivan?
Sully, seeing an opening, fakes injury. Badly.
SullY
I might need to go home, Miss.
MISS KWAN:
Don’t milk it.
(to Lily)
My office, Lily.
LILY:
But, Miss, they were-
MISS KWAN:
Now.
LILY:
They were making fun of Conor’s
mother!
Everyone freezes. A dangerous silence.
Miss KWAN
Is this true, Conor?
Conor looks from Anton to Sully, and on to Lily, her face
burning with injustice, but then to Harry, who is as calm and
firmly fixed on Conor as ever.
ConoR
(eyes on Harry)
No, Miss. I just fell. They were
helping me up.
Lily looks like she’s been slapped.
MISS KWAN:
Get to your forms.
(to Lily)
Not you.
Miss Kwan drags an aghast Lily away. Conor watches them go.
When he turns back, Harry is holding out Conor’s bag for him.
24.
Harry
Well done, O’Malley.
Beat. Conor takes the bag and makes his way inside.
25.
19 Int. Physical Social and Education class - lATER 19
A Powerpoint display at the front of the class reads: “THE
MIRACLE OF BIRTH”. MR CLARK, 40s, wry, kind, perhaps a bit
soft, steps up next to it.
Mr Clark
Brace yourselves.
Conor sits at the back, an empty desk next to him. He looks
very drowsy.
MR Clark (CONT’D)
We’ve been studying this all week.
You’ve seen the diagrams, heard the
descriptions. You think you’re
ready to watch the real thing.
He gives a you-have-no-idea-what-you’re-in-for chuckle and
clicks to start a hilariously graphic CHILDBIRTH DOCUMENTARY
on the Powerpoint.
The sounds from the documentary (”The cervix fully dilates to
10 centimeters and the baby's head crowns when the widest
part of it reaches the vaginal opening”, complete with sounds
of a mother in labour) fade as we focus on Conor, looking
exhausted, falling asleep propping up his face with his hand.
He’s sitting under the A/C vent and the sound of it starts to
merge with a WIND sound, that eventually rises to the
SOUNDTRACK of the NIGHTMARE we heard over the TITLES. We
close on Conor, the soundtrack rising to a FAINT SCREAMING
(”Conor!”).
Mr Clark (CONT’D)
Conor?
Conor jumps as Mr Clark is right next to him. He waits to see
if he’s in trouble. But Mr Clark looks overly sympathetic.
MR Clark (CONT’D)
You all right there? You look
tired.
(beat, nothing from Conor)
You know, if you ever wanted to
talk
He’s interrupted by a labour-scream from the video and an
accompanying SHOUT OF HORROR from the class who can’t believe
what they’re seeing (”As soon as the baby's head comes out,
the doctor will suction amniotic fluid, blood, and mucus from
they baby’s nose and mouth”). Mr Clark looks up with an
amused smile, gives Conor a last look, and keeps patrolling
the classroom.
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