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:
5

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...

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