Attack the Block Page #10

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MOSES:

(firm)

Fix him.

She holds his eye a moment, then she SIGHS in

frustration.

SAM:

Jesus...

MOMENTS LATER:
SAM cuts away ribbons of ripped denim to

reveal several DEEP GASHES across PEST’S lower leg. The

couch beneath is blood-sodden.

PEST:

Sorry I messed up your couch.

SAM:

Don’t worry about it.

PEST:

Want me to take ‘em off?

SAM:

That won’t be necessary.

PEST:

You sure? I got nice boxers,

genuine Calvin Klein. Fresh

today.

SAM ignores him. She lifts his leg and starts to

manipulate it.

SAM:

Tell me if this hurts.

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PEST:

Try me.

She bends his foot one way.

PEST:

Owwwwww! Hurts!

SAM:

How about this?

She bends it the other, enjoying herself.

PEST:

(agony)

Hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts!

She sets his leg down, applies sterile pads and begins

to bandage.

treated before you lose too much

blood.

MOSES:

Do it then.

SAM:

(annoyed)

I can’t do it. I don’t have the

equipment or the skill. I only

just graduated, and I missed the

class on alien bite wounds.

She tugs the bandage extra tight.

SAM:

You’ve torn a couple of minor

arteries. You might have a

fracture. You need to get it

PEST:

(smarting)

Oi! Don’t take it out on me!

SAM:

(to Moses)

Pass me that cushion.

MOSES waits a beat. Then passes her the cushion. She

wraps it around PEST’S leg and continues to bandage.

JEROME:

Yo nurse? I fell backwards down

two flights of steps. Can you

check me after?

SAM:

Sure. Take a number.

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JEROME:

I ain’t seen you around before.

You live here long?

SAM:

Couple of months.

JEROME:

Nice place.

SAM:

Thanks. I’m thinking of moving.

SAM ties off the bandage. PEST’S leg is now tightly

bound. SAM starts to pack up her first aid kit.

PEST:

Shame. Why?

SAM:

I don’t like the area.

DENNIS:

(insulted)

What’s wrong with the area?

BANG! Something impacts the front door, shaking the

hinges. Everyone stares. MOSES goes to investigate.

He approaches the FRONT DOOR. Looks through the spy

hole. Sees the gloomy corridor. Nothing there. Then -

-- something comes FLYING forward! A SHADOWY SHAPE with

GLOWING JAWS! BOOM!

MOSES walks back into the FRONT ROOM, closing the

internal door behind him. The GANG draw their WEAPONS.

MOSES:

They found us.

SAM:

Listen, whatever kind of gang

war bullshit you’re involved in,

just leave me out of it, please.

SMASH! The sound of the FRONT DOOR breaking through.

DENNIS:

This ain’t got nothing to do

with gangs.

JEROME:

Or drugs. Or rap music. Or

violence in video games. Or

binge drinking.

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PEST:

Or unwanted pregnancy. Or lack

of recreational facilities. Or

Climate Change...

BOOM! Now the INTERNAL DOOR violently SPLINTERS.

SAM:

This is the worst night of my

life.

MOSES:

Feeling’s mutual.

BOOM! The DOOR COLLAPSES! The CREATURE TUMBLES inside!

It SKIDS beneath a coffee table and rights itself,

throwing the table into the air.

The GANG leap behind furniture. MOSES grabs the SAMURAI

SWORD from DENNIS, stands up, faces it. The CREATURE

REARS UP to KILL MOSES!

Without a pause, MOSES swings the SWORD, and --

THUKKK!!! Sinks the blade halfway through its NECK.

The CREATURE FREEZES. JET BLACK BLOOD oozes down the

hilt of MOSES’ SWORD. Then it DIES.

MOSES lets the sword drop to the carpet. SAM and the

GANG emerge. MOSES is frozen, panting.

JEROME:

Tango neutralised!

DENNIS:

Moses! Ninja!

PEST:

(to Sam)

See? Is that a dog?

SAM:

No.

PEST:

No, that is not a dog!

They approach the CARCASS. The CREATURE’S coat is so

dark it seems to absorb light.

JEROME:

That’s black. Too black to

see...

DENNIS nervously touches its fur with his hand.

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DENNIS:

That’s the blackest black ever

fam. That’s blacker than my

cousin Femi.

PEST:

Had to be black, innit. Even

aliens are racist.

JEROME:

Oi, where’s miss?

Only now do they notice that SAM has GONE.

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SAM turns and walks back towards the GANG.

SAM:

Wherever you’re going, I’m

coming with you.

She stops face to face with MOSES.

SAM (CONT’D)

After what you’ve put me through

tonight, it’s the least you can

do.

MOSES considers her.

DENNIS:

No way man, she’s bare annoying.

Make her leave. Let that snitch

get murked.

PEST:

Dennis man, why are you being

such a prick, I need the nurse,

do you want me to die?

ALIEN ROARS echo louder around them.

JEROME:

Can nobody hear what I hear? We

can’t stand around arguing. We

need to roll. Now.

SAM looks at MOSES.

SAM:

My name’s Sam.

JEROME:

Jerome.

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PEST:

Pest.

DENNIS recoils in disgust.

DENNIS:

No!

JEROME:

(nods towards)

Dennis.

SAM looks at MOSES.

SAM:

And you’re Moses, right?

MOSES meets her eye.

A BLACKED-OUT 4X4 drives slowly by, then accelerates

steadily past. We follow it -

EXT. NEARBY ROAD - NIGHT

MOSES:

You’re gonna need a weapon.

EXT. ESTATE STREET - NIGHT

Police tape is looped around a lamp-post and stretched

across the site where the two officers were attacked.

There are PATROL CARS and VANS. A MEDICAL TEAM. A small

crowd of COPS and ONLOOKERS. SIRENS echo all around.

-- as it pulls up beside HI-HATZ' BMW, which sits

smoking in a narrow side road.

Out of the 4x4 steps PATRICK, a big blonde thug,

tucking a gun in the back of his jeans.

With him is BEATS, sweet faced and nervous, also with a

pistol. HI-HATZ climbs out nervously to greet them.

HI-HATZ

Bring it, bring it, bring it...

PATRICK passes him a gun.

PATRICK:

What’s happenin’ man?

HI-HATZ

Somethin’ f***ed up...

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BEATS:

Hi-Hatz bruv, there’s bare feds

in the area, road blocks and

everything.

PATRICK:

Yeah bruv. Maybe we should like,

chill out ‘til things die down?

HI-HATZ turns on him angrily.

HI-HATZ

You tellin’ me to chill out?

PATRICK:

Nah bruv. I’m just sayin’ maybe

we should wait ‘til things cool

down.

Nah, forget it bruv.

HI-HATZ

Get in the car. Now.

INT. 4X4 - MOMENTS LATER

HI-HATZ guns the 4x4 furiously down the back streets

towards the block, ranting:

HI-HATZ

(angrier)

You tellin’ me to cool down?

PATRICK:

HI-HATZ climbs into the 4x4’s driving seat and SLAMS

the door.

HI-HATZ

They mash up my whip with a

bully van they stole, then bare

more youngers come on peds with

swords and bats, start

threatenin’ me about aliens or

some sh*t, facin’ me down,

tellin’ me they lost my stash,

tellin’ me I’m gonna get

shiffed!

HI-HATZ is not paying attention to the road. He drifts

into the path of an oncoming vehicle, swerving away at

the very last second.

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