Attack the Block Page #14

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PEST:

Unless you want a better deal.

What’s Ron charging?

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SAM:

Am I the only person in this

lift that doesn’t deal weed?

PEST:

Maybe you should give it a go.

Probably make better money than

being a nurse...

VOOOM! The rockets SCREAM down the corridor!

The CREATURES cower and scramble as incendiaries BOUNCE

and RICOCHET around them!

Within seconds, the CORRIDOR is filled with DENSE WHITE

SMOKE. MOSES grabs a ROMAN CANDLE and lights the FUSE.

MOSES:

Come.

MOSES steps out and is SWALLOWED by the SMOKE. Then;

the CORRIDOR LIGHTS come on. MOSES is just visible.

MOSES:

JEROME, SAM and PEST step into the smoke. BREWIS hovers

Quickly.

with his plastic bags, unsure.

BREWIS:

Wait for me!

INT. CORRIDOR - THAT MOMENT

The CORRIDOR is a limitless, SMOKY WHITE SPACE, like

THICK FOG in a 50s horror movie.

We glimpse MOSES, his ROMAN CANDLE like a bazooka,

spitting out coloured FIREBALLS to clear their path.

SAM follows close behind him, forging forward blindly.

PEST, lights bangers, chucking them before and behind.

BANG! CRACK! BANG!

Here’s JEROME, swiping his MACHETE at nothing, BREWIS

holding the back of his shirt like a frightened child.

JEROME:

Get the f*** off me man!

BREWIS looks behind. Fleetingly glimpsed: a shadowy

FORM darting through the mist.

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BREWIS:

Oh Jesus! There’s one here!

Behind me!

BREWIS accelerates past JEROME, who turns to face the

threat, MACHETE at the ready.

GROWLING sounds around JEROME. He spins. Quickly loses

his bearings. Nothing but whiteness all around.

A DARK SHAPE darts. Very CLOSE. JEROME PANICS. He turns

and RUNS -- SMACK! Hard into a WALL.

He FALLS. His GLASSES fly off. His MACHETE spins away

into the SMOKE.

On hands and knees JEROME searches for them.

But all his hands find is a DOORMAT which reads

‘WELCOME’.

Above it, a SECURITY GATE.

JEROME hauls himself up on the BARS. Starts buzzing the

DOORBELL desperately.

FURTHER ALONG the CORRIDOR: PEST, still dropping

JEROME:

Help! Pest! Moses! Back me!

BANGERS. He hears JEROME’S cries & turns.

PEST:

Jerome? Where you at?!?

He pulls out his BASEBALL BAT and heads back the way he

came. BACK TO JEROME:

The FRONT DOOR behind the SECURITY GATE OPENS. The

ITALIAN WOMAN appears. Shouts right into JEROME’S face.

ITALIAN WOMAN:

Now I’m calling the police!

She SLAMS the DOOR. JEROME turns to look for help, sees

only a DARK SHAPE lunging at him!

BACK TO PEST:
Moving through the smoke, BASEBALL BAT at

the ready. Suddenly -- someone GRABS HIS injured ANKLE.

PEST SCREAMS like a girl. Looks down. Sees JEROME, on

his stomach, face peering up pleadingly.

BLOOD spurts suddenly out of his open mouth. Then he’s

yanked backwards, his hand still gripping PEST’S ankle.

PEST falls BACKWARDS. JEROME is swallowed by the smoke.

Something HITS PEST’S SHOULDER. PEST SCREAMS again!

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A HAND. Hauling him to his feet. It’s SAM.

SAM:

Follow me.

They thrust FORWARD into the SMOKE. PEST is frantic,

terrified and furious. HOWLS echo around them.

PEST:

Not Jerome man! This has gone

too far! How can they see us

when they ain’t got no eyes?!?

He SWINGS his BASEBALL BAT crazily as he backwards

runs. THWACK! He hits something! It SHRIEKS!

BREWIS (O.S.)

ARRRRGHH!

BREWIS emerges out of the smoke, clasping his EYE.

BREWIS:

What the f*** was that for?

INT. RON’S FLAT. HALL/FRONT ROOM - THAT MOMENT

103 OMITTED

RON’S POV through his spy-hole. MOSES is hammering on

the door as PEST, SAM and BREWIS emerge from the smoke

behind him. RON opens the door to the limit of its

chain, fear in his face.

RON:

Wotcha...

MOSES:

Ron! Let us in man!

RON hesitates, as if he wants to speak but can’t.

PEST:

Open the door! Open the door!

MOSES:

You wanna get us killed? Open

it! Now!

Still RON hesitates. Now, we see why:

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104A INT. RON'S FLAT. CORRIDOR - THAT MOMENT 104A

RON looks anxiously towards the weed room door. A

figure stands there, barely seen.

We see only a trembling GUN, pointed towards RON. We

recognize the menacing, whispering voice behind it:

HI-HATZ

Open it.

RON looks back to the GANG. No choice. He opens the

door. The GANG pile inside.

MOSES:

We need to hide in your weed

room...

PEST:

RON:

Dunno about that...

The GANG move towards the weed room. As the front door

closes behind them, the figure steps out and blocks

their path. It’s HI-HATZ. His GUN pointed at MOSES.

It’s the only safe place in the

block...

HI-HATZ

Wagwan Moses?

HI-HATZ advances. The GANG back into the front room.

MOSES throws a glance at RON.

RON:

Don’t look at me. I’m on

everyone’s side aren’t I?

HI-HATZ ignores him, his attention locked on MOSES.

HI-HATZ

You killed that thing?

MOSES:

Hi-Hatz bruv...

HI-HATZ

You brought that thing to my

ends?

MOSES:

I don’t want no trouble...

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104B A INT. RON'S FLAT. FRONT ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 104B

HI-HATZ circles so that his back’s towards the WINDOWS.

HI-HATZ

You brought feds to my ends?

MOSES:

Listen to me bruv...

HI-HATZ

You brought an alien invasion to

my ends?

HI-HATZ' attention remains locked onto MOSES. Outside

the WINDOWS behind him, the shadowy shapes of three

CREATURES clamber into view.

MOSES:

Behind you bruv.

HI-HATZ

Don’t chat me.

MOSES:

I ain’t lyin’.

HI-HATZ

Shut up!

Behind him, more CREATURES appear. Now there are five.

Six. Jostling for space, sniffing silently, hungrily.

HI-HATZ

I was gonna make you.

His grin drops.

HI-HATZ

Now I’m gonna dead you.

HI-HATZ C*CKS the GUN. In response, RON steps into the

closet and shuts the door behind him.

HI-HATZ

This is my block, get me?

MOSES:

Not really.

At that moment:
an unholy HOWLING is heard. The

CREATURES WAILING a terrifying chorus.

HI-HATZ turns. Sees the CREATURES. He freezes,

astonished.

SAM, PEST, MOSES and BREWIS race towards the weed room.

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HI-HATZ' terrified face is illuminated by the green

glow of multiple jaws. Next moment:

He’s showered with shattering glass!

105 INT. RON’S FLAT. WEED ROOM - NIGHT 105

CLOSE on the CARCASS. The overhead lights have failed,

leaving only the U.V. lights, which make the creature

GLOW like a skeleton in a ghost train.

MOSES (O.S.)

Wish I’d never chased after that

thing. Wish we never murked you.

Wish I never took that white

from Hi-Hatz. Wish I’d just gone

home and played Fifa like Biggz

said.

MOSES, SAM, PEST and BREWIS sit slumped against the

wall opposite the carcass.

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