Attack the Block

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1 EXT. STARSCAPE - NIGHT 1

The NIGHT SKY, speckled with STARS. But look closelyand -- one of the stars is SHOOTING.

2 EXT. SOUTH LONDON SKYLINE - EVENING 2

Miles beneath, the South London SKYLINE. TOWER BLOCKS

line the horizon like broken teeth.

FIREWORKS crackle and bloom in the distance. Must be

early November. Fireworks Night.

Lower still, a teeming scrum of COMMUTERS and VEHICLESaround an UNDERGROUND STATION.

3 EXT. UNDERGROUND STATION - EVENING 3

SAM, mid 20s, emerges from the crowd. Pretty, brightly

dressed amongst the grey commuters. She takes out her

mobile, lifts it to her ear and begins to walk.

SAM:

Hey mum...

EXT. BUSY HIGH STREET - MOMENTS LATER

We follow SAM’S face amongst a crowd of pedestrians.

SAM:

...sorry I couldn’t call sooner,

I haven’t had a chance, it’s

been crazy...

Little kids run past waving SPARKLERS.

Now SAM walks through a bustling market street.

SAM:

...no, I’m just walking back to

the flat, my shift ran over...

5 EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - MOMENTS LATER 5

Now she walks down a street of stuccoed Georgian

houses. KIDS run past with sparklers, families in tow.

SAM:

...oh you know, loads of kids

with firework burns... nothing

exciting. How’s dad..?

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5 CONTINUED:
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SAM crosses the road. We cut to a HIGH WIDE. SAM’S a

lonely figure, walking in a different direction to

everyone else.

6 EXT:
ALLEYWAY - NIGHT 6

SAM cuts down an alley.

SAM:

...what about next weekend? I

could take the train up and stay

the night...

As SAM walks on, we TRACK IN towards five names

graffitied on the wall. A FIREWORK BOOMS and FLASHES,

throwing two HOODED SHADOWS onto the wall.

SAM JUMPS. She turns and just GLIMPSES two HOODED

FIGURES on BIKES dart into the shadows.

6A

EXT:
WALLED STREET - NIGHT

CLOSE ON SAM’S FEET as she strides, her pace has

quickened.

6A

SAM:

...I’ll call you on Sunday, we

can make a plan...

She turns into MOSTYN ROAD.

SAM (CONT’D)

...I’d better ring off now,

speak soon, bye...

She looks ahead, sees a GANG of KIDS watching her from

some distance.

SAM (CONT’D)

...okay, bye...

7 EXT. LOW RISE COUNCIL HOUSES - MOMENTS LATER 7

There are no other pedestrians anymore. The street

lights are weak orange. The air is moist, misty.

SAM:

(irritated)

...I’ve been up for fifteen

hours mum, I’m too tired to have

this conversation...

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7 CONTINUED:
7

The two HOODED KIDS speed past her on BIKES, one of

them (YOUTH 2’s) a ridiculously tiny child’s size.

A BANGER EXPLODES in their wake. SAM JUMPS!

8 EXT. SIDE ROAD - MOMENTS LATER 8

This road is deserted too. GARAGES on one side. Blank

wall on the other. A shaggy-haired young man bops past,

(BREWIS) listening to music, heading the other way.

SAM:

...and millions of people live

here their whole lives and

nothing bad ever happens to

them. Jesus, stop worrying...

Booming BASS vibrates the air. A BMW Coupé with blacked-

out windows carries us around a corner.

EXT. ROAD BESIDE PARK - MOMENTS LATER

PARKED CARS line one side of this street, patchily lit

open PARKLAND the other.

SAM:

(hurrying)

...gotta go now mum...

About thirty meters ahead, silhouetted by street light,

we see FIVE HOODED YOUTHS, including the BIKE BOYS.

SAM:

(distracted)

...alright, I’ll call you as

soon as I get in the door...

SAM’S pace SLOWS. She eyes them warily. She walks into

the road, making for the other pavement.

SAM:

...bye...

She tucks her PHONE in her HANDBAG. Ahead, the GANG

watch, exchanging unheard comments, conferring.

SAM hugs her HANDBAG close. She walks forward, playing

it cool. Then:

The two BIKE BOYS split from the group and pedal lazily

towards her. SAM steels herself, slows.

They pass VERY CLOSE. Their HOODS are up, their faces

masked, they loom at her like spectres -

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-- but pass right by. SAM walks on, relieved. Too soon.

Because now the remaining YOUTHS ahead stroll out into

the street in front of her.

SAM:

(under her breath)

F***.

They form a ramshackle line across her path. Anonymous,

nonchalant, menacing.

SAM stops. Afraid. It’s a stand-off. Nobody says

anything. The silhouetted YOUTHS exchange whispers.

YOUTHS:

(whispered)

...set the pace, set the pace...

The dominant youth (YOUTH 1) walks towards her. She

turns around. Behind her, the two BIKE BOYS straddle

their rides lazily, blocking her exit.

When she turns back; SHOCK! YOUTH 1 is RIGHT THERE.

YOUTH 1

(fast, aggressive)

Gimme the phone, gimme the

phone, gimme the phone...

Only his EYES are visible between hood and bandana,

like some ghoulish highway robber. SAM fumbles in her

bag, face pale with fear. Gives him her PHONE.

YOUTH 1

The money, the purse, gimme the

purse, give it me...

SAM delves into her bag again with trembling hands.

Impatient, the youth GRABS the whole bag.

SAM:

Hey!!!

YOUTH 1

Don’t f*** with me, get me?

He throws the bag behind him. Another YOUTH catches it,

forages inside. SAM lifts her hands defensively -

SAM:

Please...

-- inadvertently revealing an ANTIQUE RING on her

finger. The lead youth SEES IT.

YOUTH 1

Gimme da t ring...

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SAM:

It’s not worth anything...

YOUTH 1

Don’t f*** about!

He pulls something from his pocket. It CLICKS and

FLASHES into view.

A KNIFE.

SAM starts to pull the ring off. It’s tight. She

struggles. The YOUTH steps closer.

YOUTH 1

Wanna get murked innit?

Impatient, he grabs her hand. There’s a small STRUGGLE

between them. SAM shoves him away.

SAM:

F*** off me!

YOUTH 1 pushes back, throwing her HARD to the ground.

YOUTH 1

(to Sam)

Boy, you’re too brave...

The GANG close around her.

YOUTH 2

Dat ring is heavy, get dat!

YOUTH 4

Quick fam, before the feds come

innit...

YOUTH 1

F*** the feds man...

SAM pulls off the ring, holds it out.

SAM:

Just take it!

YOUTH 2 snatches it, but the GANG make no move to

leave. SAM begins to panic. She SCREAMS OUT:

SAM:

Help! Somebody help me!!!

At that moment, high above, she sees something that

makes her FREEZE.

A BRILLIANT BALL OF LIGHT. Plummeting through the sky

right behind the gang. A firework???

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9 CONTINUED:
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The GANG are BACKLIT by a powerful, ethereal LIGHT. As

one, they turn and look upwards, then start to RUN.

As they RUN -- BOOM! Whatever it is, it IMPACTS the

roof of the nearest parked car, a silver Volvo S60.

The roof CAVES instantly. The windows EXPLODE OUT! The

GANG are thrown to the tarmac by the SHOCK WAVE.

Silence. SHATTERED GLASS settles. SMOKE billows and

clears from the WRECKED CAR.

SAM sits up, stunned. Looks at the CAR. Looks at the

recovering GANG. Then she stands up and STUMBLE-RUNS

AWAY. We stay with the gang.

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