Attack the Block Page #2

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YOUTH 3

Oi! She’s duckin’!

YOUTH 5

Fam, she’s ghostin’!

The closest YOUTHS watch her go, but the LEAD YOUTH’S

eyes are on the WRECK.

He pulls off his MASK. Looks like he’s in his mid to

YOUTH 1

Allow it.

late teens. His expression is steady and serious.

Authoritative. His name is MOSES.

YOUTH 3

Somebody’s bombin’ us blood!

YOUTH 4

Trust, it’s a firework.

YOUTH 2

Some big firework...

MOSES:

Nice whip. Could be bare

valuables in there.

With that, he approaches the WRECK. The others watch

nervously, keeping their distance as -

-- MOSES peers in the SHATTERED WINDOW. Sees only

smoky, murky darkness.

He reaches his hand in, finds the HANDLE to open the

door. It’s buckled. Broken.

He reaches DEEPER in, fiddles for the GLOVE

COMPARTMENT. Opens it.

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A little LIGHT comes on, immediately illuminating

something in the foot-well.

A small, pale, monstrous FACE.

Whatever it is, it HISSES in terror! MOSES snaps away

his hand.

MOSES (CONT’D)

Shiiit! There’s something in...

He’s interrupted by a startling SHRIEK from behind. He

turns just as -- something JUMPS OUT AT HIM!

The following happens too FAST to see much detail:

A CREATURE, the size of a small child, skinny and pale.

Razor sharp jet-black TEETH flash!

A furious STRUGGLE. Claws SWIPE! Three bloody stripes

are SLASHED across MOSES’ cheek. Everyone YELLS.

MOSES’ KNIFE FLASHES in the air as he STABS at the

CREATURE’S flank! It emits an ear-piercing SHRIEK!

It wraps itself around MOSES, who falls backwards to

the ground.

MOSES grabs it and FLINGS it away!

It rolls, scuttles across the pavement, then LOLLOPS

into the gloom. MOSES climbs to his feet. Fury boils in

his eyes as the others fuss around him.

YOUTH 5

What the f*** was that?

YOUTH 4

Some orangutan type thing, I’m

not even lyin’ bruv!

YOUTH 2

Looked like Dobby the house elf.

YOUTH 3

Ha! Moses got shanked by Dobby!

The others laugh as MOSES wipes the blood from his

steely serious face.

MOSES:

I’m chasin’ that down. I’m

killin’ that. Watch.

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10 EXT. GREEN SPACE - MOMENTS LATER 10

The GANG races across patchily floodlit GRASS. MOSES

and YOUTH 4 are on BIKES, the rest on FOOT.

YOUTH 2

Payback fam!

YOUTH 3

I’m proper stampin’ that!

YOUTH 5

It’s gone in adventure!

YOUTH 4

Round two bruv! Round two!

Ahead, the CREATURE, just visible, scuttling towards

the ragged structures of an ADVENTURE PLAYGROUND.

EXT. ADVENTURE PLAYGROUND - MOMENTS LATER

Just visible through the slats of a small WOODEN HUT,

the CREATURE, scuttling around inside.

The GANG arrive, on bike and foot, grabbing STICKS and

BRICKS from the grass. MOSES leads them forward.

MOSES:

Pest, got them bangers?

PEST lights a clump of bangers. The flame affords us a

look at his face; pale, gaunt and grinning crazily.

PEST:

Yeah! Bang that thing out!

He THROWS the BANGERS inside the SHELTER. BANG! BANG!

BANG! FLASHES illuminate the CREATURE. It SHRIEKS,

terrorised, barely glimpsed.

MOSES:

It’s mine.

MOSES heads inside. The GANG follow. But we don’t. All

we see is the lonely SHELTER.

From inside, we hear the sound of the GANG KICKING the

CREATURE to death. Then, SILENCE.

The GANG emerge into the open, silhouetted.

MOSES holds a stick. Dangling from it, by the mouth, a

freakish CARCASS.

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They gather round, pulling out their MOBILE PHONES to

illuminate its body weakly in the gloom.

YOUTH 3

Raaah! What is that cuz?

PEST:

That ain’t no is. That’s a was

blood.

YOUTH 4

I told you, some exotic

creature, like a monkey thing...

PEST:

That fell out of the sky bruv!

You tellin’ me it’s rainin’

monkeys?

YOUTH 5

That ain’t no monkey, monkeys

ain’t bald is it?

YOUTH 4

Somebody shaved it then.

YOUTH 5

Who would shave a monkey?

YOUTH 4

Astronauts get bored innit.

YOUTH 3

Dat’s some weird fing fam. I

don’t even know what dat is. I’m

not even gonna say.

PEST:

You know what that is? I’ll tell

you what that is. That’s a alien

bruv. Believe it. It came from

outer space, tryin’ to take over

the earth, but it went and

landed in the wrong place, you

get me? The wrong place!

They LAUGH and start to riff on the idea.

YOUTH 3

Straight! Moses, bredren, you

killed a alien!

YOUTH 5

You saved the planet earth from

a alien invasion! You’re a

legend man!

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YOUTH 4

You’re Will Smith man!

YOUTH 3

Welcome to London motherf***er!

YOUTH 5

Welcome to the ends!

PEST:

This is the block man. Nobody

fucks with the block!

YOUTH 5

The B-L-O-C-K!

ALL:

BRAPP! BRAPP! BRAPP!

Silhouetted against the glow of the night SKY, holding

the carcass aloft, the gang HYPE and HOLLER.

Above them, beyond the low-lying cloud, visible amongst

a thousand stars -- SIX MORE BLAZING FIREBALLS RACE

ACROSS THE SKY.

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EXT. ESTATE - NIGHT

Beneath the stars, the ESTATE. A wide twenty storey

TOWER BLOCK surrounded by a ring of LOW RISES. All

connected by intersecting elevated WALKWAYS.

A public SIGNPOST with a big MAP of the estate shows a

bird’s eye view of the layout.

It’s like a plan of a MEDIEVAL FORTRESS. We push in

towards a red arrow labelled ‘YOU ARE HERE’.

13 EXT. ENTRANCE WALKWAY - NIGHT 13

SAM stumbles past low rises along an elevated walkway.

An angry looking WOMAN in a thick coat approaches

carrying shopping. This is MARGARET.

MARGARET:

You alright love?

SAM:

Not really...

Suddenly SAM bursts into TEARS.

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14 INT. SAM’S FLAT - MOMENTS LATER 14

SAM’S trembling hands hold a glass of WATER. Her tears

are receding. MARGARET perches tentatively on a sofa

opposite her with a cup of tea.

MARGARET:

Thanks for the tea dear, sure

you don’t want one?

SAM:

No thanks. Water’s fine.

SAM’S in shock, a ghost. FIREWORKS BANG outside.

MARGARET:

Bloody fireworks. I think they

should ban them. Could be the

third world war out there and

say?

They said tonight’s one of the

busiest nights of the year. Bet

they don’t even turn up...

MARGARET:

Only it’s not like the kids are

even scared of the police no

more. Walking around with

knives, great big dogs, like

they own the block. Excuse my

French, but they’re f***ing

monsters, aren’t they?

SAM:

you wouldn’t know the

difference. What did the police

SAM:

Yeah. F***ing monsters.

15 EXT. ESTATE STREET - EVENING 15

The GANG walk along the street in a ragged row, MOSES

in the lead, dragging the strange CARCASS behind him,

determined and deep in thought.

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