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CATHERINES SCENES

GRASS ROOTS SNIPPET

INT. LIVING ROOM, CHAYES HOUSE. MORNING SATURDAY: DAY TWO


Chaye sits in the HOT SEAT. Chayes mum, CATHERINE, paces
the room and wears a path in the carpet.
CATHERINE
Youre never seeing that boy again.

CHAYE
Why?
CATHERINE
Why? Because hes a bad influence.
It wont matter anyway because you
aint stepping foot outside this
house for a month.
Catherine SLAMS the door on Chaye...
CHAYE
Mum, were leaving town in a month.
CUT TO:

EXT. BENCH, PARK. MOMENTS LATER

Chaye strides towards someone sitting on a BENCH and a


banana YELLOW BMX dumped on the grass. Its Roots who smokes
and swigs from a litre BOTTLE OF CHEAP CIDER.
Chaye stands in front of Roots and takes in the BUTTERFLY
KNIFE resting on the BENCH by Roots leg. A RED SCRATCH
adorns Roots cheek. A beat.
ROOTS
I thought we were mates.

CHAYE
We are.
ROOTS
Why did you grass me up then?

A beat.
CHAYE
To who?

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.

ROOTS
The feds came to my house.
CHAYE
Ay? ... What happened to your face?

Roots flicks his CIGARETTE at Chaye. Chaye ducks the flying


fire stick.
ROOTS
Fuck you.

Catherine marches intently across the grass.


ROOTS (CONTD)
Is that your mum?

CHAYE
Come on!
Roots snatches his BMX and the boys skedaddle into woodland.

EXT. WOODLAND, PARK. CONTINUOUS


Roots pumps the peddles. Cycles hard. The tyres skim across
the mud. Chaye darts on foot along a rough and winding path.
Zigzags through hanging BRANCHES and FOLIAGE.

EXT. BENCH, PARK. CONTINUOUS


Catherine investigates the debris. A crumpled BOTTLE OF
CIDER, an empty PACK OF CIGARETTES and a BUTTERFLY KNIFE.
She gathers the KNIFE and holds it in her palm ...

INT. LIVING ROOM, CHAYES HOUSE. AFTERNOON


Colourful images wash over Chayes face. BANGS! CRASHES! and
WALLOPS! Eyes glued to a cartoon. Tom & Jerry it must be.
Chaye shifts his focus to the WINDOW and the street outside.
The sky blue, sunlit and inviting -- the picture of allure.

EXT. CHAYES STREET. CONTINUOUS

Roots goes up in smoke whilst he perches on his YELLOW BMX


and stares intently across the road. He enjoys his CIGARETTE
with tender drags as he takes in the view. Funny though --
he wears a RUCKSACK the wrong way round.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.

The front door swings open. Almost from its hinges as


Catherine bursts out like an unleashed tiger. She bounds
towards Roots. BUTTERFLY KNIFE clutched in her claws.
Roots smokes nonchalantly...

CATHERINE
I believe this to be yours?
Catherine slaps the KNIFE into Roots hand...

CATHERINE (CONTD)
You stay away from my son!
Roots enjoys his CIGARETTE and studies the KNIFE.
CATHERINE (CONTD)
Do you hear me?
Roots flips open the BLADE. Flips it back, unzips his
RUCKSACK and drops it inside.
CATHERINE (CONTD)
Are you deaf?
Roots returns his hand inside the RUCKSACK. Reaches deep and
slides something out -- what you got for us Roots...?
Roots sprays Catherine directly in the face with the use of
a SPRAY CAN. She SHRIEKS like an injured bird. Catherine
spins round. Face caked in red paint. We now see across the
road the FRONT DOOR daubed in red paint with the word...
"GRASS"

Roots cycles off.

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