SHOOTING SCRIPT
Continuous long shot down the hall
(A view of the hall, with the front door at the end, and a window slightly to the side. The house id obviously the home of only males, with trainers scattered and old mail on the floor. It is a peaceful scene. Suddenly, police sirens can be heard, rapidly increasing in volume. At the peak of the wail, flashing police lights can be seen, and we hear several cars rush by. There is a screech of tires; car doors open and a gunfight can be heard, with angry shouts.)
Police commissioner: (Via a megaphone) Tony, give it up, we know who you are, there’s nowhere to run!
(We see- through the window- Jack. He is 17 years old, wearing a tatty, ripped suit, and a wounded face. He runs to the door, desperately knocking against it, trying to enter. We hear him fumble for his keys, swearing randomly as he does. After a small struggle, he bursts through the door. He slams it behind him, and leans against it, exhausted and terrified.)
Mid-shot of Jack.
(He is beaten and bloody, as if he had been in a fight or a car crash. He is missing his suit jacket, his shirt is filthy and ripped, and he is clutching at his leg, as if it hurts considerably.)
Close up of Jack’s face
(He is breathing heavily. Suddenly the screen pauses, and Jack’s name flashes on screen.)
Jack: (Narration) Oh, you alright? You’re err, you’re probably wondering how I landed myself in this particular predicament. Well, it’s a bit of a long story.
(The action resumes, and we see Jack stagger up the stairs. He limps into the bathroom, the camera stopping at the doorway. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and pauses.)
Close-up of Jack looking in the mirror.
(He is shocked at how he looks. He tentatively touches his face, and reflects upon all he has seen.)
Jack: (Narration) Maybe I should start at the beginning.
(He turns and heads toward the shower, undressing as he does. We see him turn the shower on, and the water run. He turns it off. He gets out the shower, and goes to the mirror, which is now steamed up, so we cannot see Jacks face. He wipes the mirror, as he does ‘1 week earlier’ pops up on screen. He is smiling, his face untouched.
(The music starts playing- an upbeat indie Brit rock style, which changes the tempo of the scene. Jack begins drying himself off. He sees himself in the mirror, and begins checking himself out, leaving with a cheeky wink. He struts down the hall, into his room. It is a typical teenage boys room, with posters on the wall, clothes strewn everywhere and a general sense of organised squalor.)
Shot through his legs.
(A credit is on the floor. Jack drops his towel, which covers it. Just as he does, his Dad walks in through the door. They both have a panic.)
Jack: Jesus Christ Dad! Get out!
Dad: (From behind the now closed door.) Sorry sorry sorry!
Mid shot of Jack in his room
(Quick cut shots of Jack getting dressed into his school suit. He does his tie up, and a credit follows his knot. He rushes down the stairs, and turns into the kitchen.)
Wide shot of the kitchen (The kitchen is clean, and a glass of juice of juice sits next to a toaster with bread resting inside. Jack presses down on the toaster. The bread pops up, along with a credit. He spreads butter on it, a credit following. He quickly munches it down, and then goes to leave. He quickly comes back, downs the juice, then leaves the kitchen. He picks up his bag, and swings it over his shoulder.)
Same shot as the first, looking down the hall. (He walks toward the front door and opens it. He looks back.)
Jack: See ya Dad!
(He leaves the house.)
Close up of his hand on the handle as the door shuts, and the music ends.
Close up of Jacks head. (As Jack locks up, a hand suddenly grips his shoulder. He is shocked and turns, but relaxes when he sees who it is.)
Jack: Oh, hello Uncle Tony, you alright?
Tony: Hello Jacky. I’m doing alright. You stay out of trouble now.
Jack: Yeah yeah sure thing.
(Without ever seeing Tony’s face, we see Jack walk off down the path.)
