Attack the Block Page #3

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Behind Moses is PEST, wiry and manic, wearing a woollen

ear-flap hat with dangling braids that makes him look

like a medieval fool. As usual, he’s CHATTERING:

PEST:

...take it to Ron’s, he watches

that National Geographic sh*t.

All man ever does is blaze,

water them big buds and watch

that nature channel.

(MORE)

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PEST (CONT'D)

He’ll identify that for real.

Let me bell him up...

Behind PEST is JEROME, a little heavier, a little

geekier, a little softer spoken than the others. He’s

still wearing parts of his school uniform.

JEROME:

(into phone)

...it was madness fam! The Beast

of Brixton! We were crazy

kickin’ that! Some kind of non-

found-out-about creature, like

some Gears of War thing, trust!

Behind JEROME is BIGGZ, younger and shorter, bright-

eyed and snappily dressed. His mum’s interrogating him

down the phone.

BIGGZ:

(into phone)

...No mum! Playin’ football!

(listens)

I had pepperoni pizza...

(listens)

You gave me the money!

(listens)

Back by ten, I swear mum, back

by ten...

Behind BIGGZ is DENNIS. Tall, lean, boasting an Afro

and an easy swagger. Three pairs of trousers hang

absurdly low beneath his waist.

He’s rifling through SAM’S WALLET, inspecting credit

and membership cards, chucking them away as he goes.

DENNIS:

She’s a nurse innit. They don’t

get paid nothin’. Fam, why you

always pick the poor people?

16 EXT. ESTATE STREET - EVENING 16

A group of GIRLS hang out by the door to a YOUTH CLUB.

BEATS resonate from inside. The boys approach.

TIA is pretty, DIMPLES wears her school uniform. Two

younger girls, DIONNE and GLORIA, suck on lollipops.

DIMPLES:

Woy!

TIA:

Moses, what happened to your

face?

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PEST:

He battled a alien that fell

from the sky, trust!

DIONNE:

Ha-ha, you’re funny.

PEST presents the CARCASS.

GLORIA:

Ergh! No! What is that?

DIONNE:

Ah! No, I’m sorry, I don’t even

wanna look at it...

TIA:

Halloween was last week you

know...

creation.

PEST:

Touch it then if it ain’t real!

PEST offers the CARCASS to the girls.

DIMPLES:

You shove that in my face and

them fangs are goin’ up in your

tits...

GLORIA:

I will box you in your face...

DIONNE:

DIMPLES:

That ain’t real... that’s a

I will slap you...

DIMPLES:

Move it from me bruv. Grow up.

GLORIA:

Could be diseased, you get me?

DIMPLES:

I don’t want no chlamydia...

MOSES and TIA’S eyes meet.

TIA:

You’re tellin’ me that fell out

of the sky?

MOSES:

Yeah.

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TIA:

And did that to your face?

MOSES:

Yeah.

TIA:

So you killed it?

MOSES:

Yeah.

TIA shakes her head, tuts.

TIA:

You’re such a bad breed Moses.

There’s something between them. Before we can tell

what:

PEST:

F***! It’s alive!

PEST jangles the carcass violently then fake-throws it

towards the GIRLS! The group EXPLODES OUT in SCREAMS!

INT. SAM’S FLAT - THAT MOMENT

We see SAM between the shoulders of two POLICEMEN.

Throughout the scene they remain black shapes.

OFFICER 1

Do you remember what they were

wearing?

SAM:

One of them had one of those

woolly hats with those long

tassles. The one who pushed me

over, the main one, he had a red

baseball cap. That’s all I can

remember...

OFFICER 1

Did you see their faces? Have

you seen them around before?

SAM:

No. They had hoods and scarves.

I wasn’t really thinking

straight.

OFFICER 1

Of course. Don’t worry.

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OFFICER 2

Best thing might be if you came

with us for a quick drive round

the area, see if we can spot

them.

SAM:

You really think they’re stupid

enough to stay hanging around?

OFFICER 2

It’s not the brightest of kids

do this kind of thing. And we

can drop you with a friend or a

relative after if you don’t want

to come back to an empty flat?

SAM:

No thanks. I’m not being scared

out of my own home by a bunch of

bloody teenagers.

EXT. WALKWAY - NIGHT

The GANG make their way across the elevated WALKWAYS.

DENNIS:

Tia’s movin’ to you Moses.

PEST:

She’s on your balls cuz!

BIGGZ:

Oi, that’s my cousin you’re

chattin’ about...

They approach a section where another walkway runs

parallel.

BIGGZ:

Watch this jump!

BIGGZ hops up onto the wall, balances on the edge

perilously, sizes up the distance to the parallel

walkway.

MOSES:

Get down man.

BIGGZ:

Trust, I can do it!

JEROME:

We ain’t cleanin’ your guts off

the floor Biggz, come...

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JEROME yanks BIGGZ down and they walk on.

19 EXT. WALKWAY - NIGHT 19

Two young boys, PROBS and MAYHEM, have set fire to the

contents of one of three MUNICIPAL RECYCLING BINS.

DENNIS:

Oi, Gavin you pyro!

As the GANG walk by, the kids spot the CARCASS. They

run up and trail along behind it.

MAYHEM:

It ain’t Gavin, it’s Mayhem and

he’s Probs!

The gang laugh in their faces.

That’s sick man! What is that?

PEST:

That’s none of your business.

MAYHEM:

Where you goin’? Let us come

with you!

PROBS:

Yeah Moses, let us roll with

you! We’re bad boys!

MOSES ignores them.

DENNIS:

Mayhem and Probs? Seriously?

PROBS:

JEROME:

Go away Reginald. This is big

man business. You’re too tiny.

PEST:

Yeah, get in touch when you’ve

got your first pube.

PROBS:

Go suck your mum!

MAYHEM:

Ha! You got boy’d!

Then, MAYHEM recognises PEST’S tiny bike.

MAYHEM:

Oi! That’s my bike!

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20 EXT. ENTRANCE WALKWAY - NIGHT 20

The GANG arrive at the block’s FRONT ENTRANCE and file

inside, letting the heavy door SLAM SHUT with a BOOM.

Above, the BLOCK reaches into the sky. SATELLITE DISHES

stud the surface. NETTING hangs over balconies, scrappy

plastic BIRD SCARERS flap.

Higher still, a UNION JACK flutters.

21 INT. LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER 21

LOUD HIP-HOP. Waiting by two LIFT DOORS, that shaggy

YOUNG MAN, now holding two plastic news-agent bags of

fizzy drinks and snacks. He mouths and nods along to

the MUSIC playing in his ear-buds.

BREWIS:

(under his breath)

...whoop-whoop, that’s the sound

of the po-lice, whoop-whoop,

that’s the sound of the beast...

This is BREWIS. Early twenties. His PHONE rings. He

BREWIS:

(well spoken)

Hey dad... yup, just on my way

to the cinema...

He looks around nervously. Sees the GANG assemble

around him. Tugs his ear-bud cable so they vanish down

his shirt.

pulls his buds out and the music becomes a tinny

whisper.

BREWIS:

...yes, I promise, it’ll be

parked right outside the house

in the morning.

The GANG are right behind him now. He lowers his voice

and swallows his words:

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