Home Invasion

          INT.COUNCIL ESTATE FLAT.NIGHT

                                                             FADE IN

          A two-room council flat in Grimsbury, Banbury. OSCAR HART,

          an eccentric man of seventy-seven, is getting dressed to

          go out. His clothes are unwashed but used to be smart

          once. As he dresses we can see the numerous photos and

          newspaper clippings on his wall, starting with the ROSWELL

          DAILY RECORD from 1947 with the headline: RAAF CAPTURES

          FLYING SAUCER ON RANCH IN ROSWELL REGION.

          Oscar stands before a dirty mirror. He places a hat on his

          head with a shaking hand. We can see an old photo of Oscar

          with family in the corner of the mirror: his daughter and

          her baby. Oscar sees the reflection of a photo of a UFO in

          the mirror and is momentarily distracted.

                                                             CUT TO:

          EXT.SCHOOL CAR PARK.NIGHT

          IAN INCH, a mousey schoolboy of fourteen, waits

          impatiently as cars are pulling in. Hoards of bustling

          parents swarm past him into the school, boasting about

          their children. His hair is poorly combed and uniform

          shirt is too large. He checks his watch.

                              IAN

                         (mumbling to himself)

                    Lights up, full stage. First

                    scene. Shift to red at twenty

                    seconds on audio cue.

                                                            BACK TO:

          INT.COUNCIL ESTATE FLAT.NIGHT

          We follow Oscar through the flat, seeing the mess of

          uncleared plates, supplies of food and odd inventions.

                              IAN (V.O.)

                    Audio track 1 on first character

                    appearance…

          Oscar starts humming as he reaches the hallway.

                              IAN (V.O.)

                    Audio track 2 plays at sixteen

                    seconds and track 1 cuts

                    abruptly.

          There is a CRASH from outside. Oscar stops humming and

          stares at the door nervously. We can see half a dozen

          locks on the door.

                              IAN (V.O.)

                    Silence. 5 seconds.

          A beat. Oscar moves towards the door and slowly unlocks

          two locks.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                            2.

                              IAN (V.O.)

                    Main spotlight up on

                    centre-stage.

          A small light flashes through the letterbox. Oscar gasps,

          and then quickly puts his hand over his mouth. The door

          starts to rattle.

                              IAN (V.O.)

                    C’mon… the show’s gonna

                    start…

          Oscar falls back as the door is struck with a loud BANG.

          Oscar panics as the bangs get louder and locks the door

          again. He flees to his bedroom, throws his hat aside and

          hides in a den built from his bedding, clutching a mop.

          CLOSE-UP ON LETTERBOX

          A letter falls through.

          EXT.SCHOOL CAR PARK.NIGHT

          ARTHUR INCH arrives, dressed in work clothes. He is

          unconcerned at his late arrival and stands apart from the

          bustle of the other parents. Ian runs over to him.

                              IAN

                         (relieved)

                    Dad! You had me worried for a

                    sec. I thought you’d been called

                    to fix Hell’s frozen pipes.

                              ARTHUR

                    Cute. What if I’d been pickin’

                    flowers to throw onstage at the

                    end of your magnificent technical

                    performance? A pretty bundle of

                    lilies for the lighting guy? I

                    think I’ll just leave ’em in the

                    car now that my feelings are so

                    hurt and all.

                              IAN

                         (smiles)

                    Good thing I have hayfever then,

                    ha.

          A beat. Ian’s smile fades.

                              ARTHUR

                    You get hayfever?

          The parents start moving inside. Arthur makes to move, but

          Ian is still watching the car park.

                              IAN

                    No sign of Granddad.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                            3.

                              ARTHUR

                    Nope.

                              IAN

                    Mum definitely said he’s coming

                    this time.

                              ARTHUR

                    Did she now? Well, you can tell

                    her off this weekend if you like.

                    Maybe he actually got abducted or

                    somethin’ this time. Maybe they

                    came back for him, would explain

                    his microwaved brain. C’mon, you

                    can’t be late. Got it all

                    memorised?

                              IAN

                    Down to the second.

                              ARTHUR

                    Good lad.

          Ian follows him in. Sound of APPLAUSE from inside.

          EXT.COUNCIL ESTATE.DAY

          Ian is walking across the tarmac in his uniform with a

          backpack on and a camera in his hand. He is watching video

          of the performance from last night and counting seconds

          out loud, smiling every now and then at the timing. He

          passes a group of older boys in hoods, who stop laughing

          as he approaches and stare at him. Ian anxiously puts the

          camera in his bag and moves on. He climbs the stairs to

          the second floor of flats and notices the boys are still

          watching him from below.

          We can see the milk and newspapers that have piled up from

          no one answering the door. Ian knocks on Oscar’s door

          three times. There is no response.

                              IAN

                    Hello? Granddad? You there?

          He knocks again.

                              IAN

                    Mum asked me to drop by. It was

                    the show last night. Can you hear

                    me?

                              OSCAR

                         (muffled)

                    Ian? … Ian, m’boy?

                              IAN

                    Hey Granddad, can you let me in?

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                            4.

                              OSCAR

                    Ian! … What’s the password?

                              IAN

                    Dad’s not here.

                              OSCAR

                    That’s the best password I’ve

                    ever heard!

          Ian waits as Oscar unlocks the door slowly. Oscar opens

          the door a crack first, sees Ian and opens it full. He is

          wearing a dressing gown over his pyjamas and looks

          agitated. Oscar checks both sides of the door and glances

          down the street.

                              IAN

                    Hello. Long time no see-

                              OSCAR

                    Quick! Inside!

          He slams the door shut before Ian can move. Ian stands

          confused. The door swings open again.

                              OSCAR

                    What’re you doing, m’boy? C’mon,

                    inside!

          Oscar heads inside. As he turns we can see that he has a

          cushion covering his rear, tied on with the dressing gown.

          INT.COUNCIL ESTATE FLAT.CONTINUOUS

          Oscar shoos him into the living room. Ian sits at the

          plastic table by the window and looks around at the photos

          and newspaper clippings on the walls. The floor is covered

          in rough drawings, strewn paper and bits of rubber bands

          or cloth. Oscar stands awkwardly.

          A beat. Neither know what to say.

                              OSCAR

                         (enthusiastically)

                    You get that nice wagon I sent

                    you for Christmas? Little red

                    number?

                              IAN

                         (smiles, a little confused)

                    Haven’t used that for awhile,

                    it’s been a few years since I was

                    a kid.

                              OSCAR

                    Years? … Really?

          A beat.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                            5.

                              OSCAR

                    Listen, I’m glad you’re here,

                    very glad, m’boy. Exciting things

                    are afoot, oh, yes. Here, here,

                    y’know the drill.

          Oscar gestures at a bicycle helmet on the table covered in

          tin-foil. Ian sighs.

                              IAN

                    Well, I was kinda hoping that

                    you’d like to see footage of the

                    play last night…

          Ian pulls the camera out of his bag and offers it to

          Oscar. Oscar takes it upside-down and stares at the

          screen. A beat. Ian turns the camera back over for him.

          Oscar nods and clears his throat. A beat. Ian presses

          play. Oscar jumps as sound comes out of it.

                              OSCAR

                         (confused)

                    Oh Heavens, what is this? No, no.

                    No, I don’t like that, I don’t.

          Oscar hands back the camera to a deflated Ian.

                              OSCAR

                    C’mon, boy, on with it!

          Ian grudgingly places the helmet on. Oscar leans in close.

          Ian looks curious at how serious he seems.

                              OSCAR

                         (whispers)

                    I’ve made contact!

          Ian slumps and smiles wearily.

                              IAN

                    Ah. Did they pop around last

                    night? Was that why you were too

                    busy?

                              OSCAR

                    I’m afraid so, m’boy. Contact!

                    We’ve actually communicated! Can

                    you believe, that after all these

                    years, they chose to come to me?

                    Of all people? They must think

                    I’m something special!

          Oscar bustles around the room. Ian looks at the pillow on

          his rear openly.

                              IAN

                    Definitely.

                              OSCAR

                    Do you want to see?

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                            6.

                              IAN

                         (through gritted teeth)

                    You know I normally can’t make

                    heads or tails of their …

                    ’communications’, Granddad. Look,

                    … when was the last time Mum or

                    Aunt Mo came around to see you?

          Oscar is rummaging through his dressing gown pockets.

                              OSCAR

                         (distracted)

                    Oh, quite awhile ago, I’m afraid.

                    Get phone-calls from your mother

                    though, she’s a sweet thing.

                    Busy, though. Aha!

          Oscar hands Ian the letter. It is now very crinkled.

          Before unfolding it Ian looks at Oscar carefully.

                              OSCAR

                    Read the note, m’boy, go on.

          Ian opens the letter. We can see, in cut-out letters from

          newspapers, the words: TWO DAYS. WE ARE COMING.

                              IAN

                         (cautiously)

                    They … they left you this?

                    When?

                              OSCAR

                    That one’s from last night just

                    as I was getting ready to leave.

                              IAN

                    This one?

          Oscar pulls three more out of his pockets: FIVE DAYS, FOUR

          DAYS and THREE DAYS. Ian turns each one over and stares at

          the crudely-cut letters.

                              IAN

                         (steadily)

                    Listen, Granddad, these are… I

                    think you should call someone

                    about these. Do you even know

                    what these are counting down to?

                    It could be something dangerous.

                    Maybe … maybe we should call

                    the police?

                              OSCAR

                    Ha! When Hilda had her accident

                    they just wanted everything to go

                    so smoothly so they could get

                    home. Wanted to believe the

                    easiest story. They’d never think

                    it was real. No, don’t worry,

                    I’ve been waiting for this,

                    m’boy. I think- in fact, I (MORE)

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                            7.

                            OSCAR (cont’d)

                    believe, it’s a test. To see if

                    we can talk at peace.

                              IAN

                    Granddad. Listen to me. You need

                    to call someone. Call Mum. Lemme

                    just-

          Frustrated, Ian goes to take his helmet off. Oscar

          whimpers suddenly and sets it back on Ian’s head, smiling

          nervously. Ian is taken aback by the change.

                              OSCAR

                    She wouldn’t believe me, Ian. She

                    liked the stories when she was

                    younger but- No, it wouldn’t do,

                    no. No.

                              IAN

                         (concerned)

                    Okay.

          Ian shifts awkwardly in his seat. A beat.

                              IAN

                    What’s the pillow for, Granddad?

                              OSCAR

                    Counter-measure, my boy. Do you

                    know what a probe is?

          EXT.COUNCIL ESTATE.EVENING

          Ian waves and shuts the door. We can hear Oscar locking

          up. Ian stands deep in thought. The same boys from before

          can be heard kicking a ball around below. Ian unzips his

          bag, takes out his camera and hides it above the door. We

          can see the view from the camera as Ian secures it.

          Camera starts fastforwarding.

          EXT.COUNCIL ESTATE.NIGHT

          In the dark and grainy footage lights start flashing back

          and forth rapidly a way off. As they get closer it is

          clear they are torches. Three hooded youths appear at the

          door and start kicking at it violently. They are

          recognisable as the boys Ian passed earlier. One slides

          another letter through the letterbox.

                              YOUTH

                    One day to go, s’gonna be

                    special.

          They throw a brick through the window.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                            8.

                                                             CUT TO:

          EXT.COUNCIL ESTATE.NEXT DAY

          CLOSE UP: ON IAN AS HE STANDS OUTSIDE DOOR.

          Ian watches the footage on his camera. He is horrified.

          ZOOM OUT: STOP TO SEE WINDOW BEHIND HIM HAS SHATTERED AND

          FRONT DOOR IS BADLY DAMAGED.

          Arthur can be heard shouting from below. Ian hurriedly

          throws the camera into his backpack. A police car’s SIREN

          can be heard briefly. Arthur speaks loudly and with

          obvious distaste.

                              ARTHUR

                    Police wanna ask you some things,

                    Ian. Since you were here

                    yesterday and all. Make it quick.

                              IAN

                    We aren’t staying?

                              ARTHUR

                    Look, your mum asked us to come

                    here and sort it out. If she

                    can’t get on a train for a couple

                    of hours for her own dad, I don’t

                    see what she expects us to do

                    about it. I’ve got the window

                    sorted, but your granddad won’t

                    even talk to me. No point me

                    bein’ here. Sorry.

                              IAN

                    I’m sure he’s glad you fixed the

                    window…

                              ARTHUR

                    Just make it quick, alright?

                    We’ve still gotta drop all your

                    stuff off at home. I don’t like

                    bein’ in this neighbourhood with

                    a trunk full of lights, those

                    things must cost a bomb.

          We see Arthur walk away towards his van, the back doors of

          which are open and filled with lighting equipment and

          speakers for sound production.

          Ian turns to see the door is slightly open. Oscar watches

          Arthur walk away.

                              OSCAR

                         (weakly)

                    Hello, Ian, m’boy.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                            9.

                              IAN

                         (softly)

                    Hey.

                              OSCAR

                    You get that little wagon I sent

                    you?

                              IAN

                         (winces)

                    Sure did. Thanks. Awhile ago.

                              OSCAR

                    Your mother isn’t coming, eh?

                              IAN

                         Sorry, Granddad.

          Oscar stares off. He looks smaller than ever and a little

          lost.

                              OSCAR

                    That’s okay. They are coming. I

                    have them to see.

                              IAN

                    Granddad, this is getting really

                    dangerous. Let’s just go down to

                    the cars and-

                              OSCAR

                         (anxious)

                    Don’t tell them. Don’t tell them

                    about the letters. It’s what the

                    last one said- that is, the one I

                    got last night. ’Don’t tell

                    anyone’, it said. ’Or we won’t

                    come’.

                              IAN

                    But they- ! Granddad, how can you

                    want them to now?

                              OSCAR

                    Because they must come. They

                    must. After all this time, they

                    said they would … They must …

          Oscar shuts the door and leaves Ian on the doorstep. Ian

          turns away and looks towards the police with a frown. He

          opens the bag steadily and pulls out the camera. He

          fiddles with it, unsure.

                              IAN

                         (muttered)

                    Magic…

          Ian puts the camera away.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                           10.

          EXT.INCH HOUSEHOLD.EVENING

          Ian finds his old red wagon in the back garden, covered in

          dirt. He sweeps a few handfuls off of it.

          INT.INCH HOUSEHOLD.EVENING

          Arthur is asleep in front of the TV. We can see Ian pass

          by the window, the wagon trundling behind him full of his

          theatre equipment covered poorly by a rug.

          EXT.COUNCIL ESTATE.EVENING

          Ian walks carefully onto the estate, looking out for

          trouble. The place is quiet. We can see that it is empty.

          He pulls back the rug.

          INT.COUNCIL ESTATE.NIGHT

          Oscar is stood in front of the mirror in his best outfit.

          He looks again to the photos in the corner. His hands are

          shaking from nerves.

          EXT.COUNCIL ESTATE.NIGHT

          We see the boys arrive. We follow them slowly from ground

          level, focusing on the bricks and torches in their hands,

          up the steps and across the walkway. They hush as they

          reach the door.

          INTERCUT BETWEEN INTERIOR AND EXTERIOR

          Oscar hears a GRATING SOUND from outside. He turns quickly

          as lights flood through the broken window.

          The youths reel around to face the lights which have

          sprung on behind them. We can see it is a spotlight fully

          exposing them but cannot see the source. The lights flash

          and change colour as ATMOSPHERIC SOUNDS boom around the

          estate from large hidden speakers.

          Oscar shields his eyes and approaches the window, in

          complete shock.

          The boys yell and drop their weapons, fleeing in terror.

                              YOUTH

                    Bloody hell! Leggit!

          Oscar starts laughing. He runs to the door, pulls the

          locks free and pulls it open. He stands in the doorway in

          awe, but does not leave the flat. Eventually the lights

          and sounds fade.

          We hear the locking of the door.

          EXT.COUNCIL ESTATE.THREE DAYS LATER.DAY

          A tired Ian knocks on the door to Oscar’s flat. We can see

          one of the boys down below, watching as Oscar opens the

          door.

                              OSCAR

                    Ian, m’boy! You get that little

                    wagon of mine? How’s it holding

                    up?

          We see the boy yell and run away in the background. Oscar

          does not notice. Ian smiles.

                              IAN

                    It’s doing great, actually.

                    Getting some good use out of it.

                              OSCAR

                    Ah, brilliant!

                              IAN

                    Dad hates it.

                              OSCAR

                    Brilliant!

          INT.COUNCIL ESTATE.DAY

          Oscar and Ian are sitting around the table. Ian is playing

          the video on the camera of the show for Oscar. Oscar is

          watching intently but seems unable to focus. He makes no

          fuss this time. We see the screen go black. Oscar does not

          react.

                              IAN

                    It’s finished, Granddad.

                              OSCAR

                    Brilliant! Marvelous! Ah yes,

                    it’s like magic, isn’t it? It’s

                    wonderful to sit in the audience

                    for these things, I don’t know

                    how you can stand knowing all the

                    tricks.

          A beat. Oscar eventually gestures at the tin-foil helmet.

          Ian slowly puts it on. Oscar frowns and looks strained.

                              OSCAR

                    I’ve had no word, you know. Not

                    since they appeared.

                              IAN

                         (concerned)

                    Does that matter, Granddad? You

                    made contact, after all this

                    time, like you thought you would.

                    You’ve been talking about them as

                    long as I can remember, and they

                    were here, just for you.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

          CONTINUED:                                           12.

          Oscar gives him a funny look as if for a moment he knows

          something. Ian tenses, but the moment passes.

                              OSCAR

                    I’m too old to be finding

                    answers. I’m at the age where I

                    don’t want to catch the things

                    I’m chasing. I don’t want to know

                    what happens when I stop.

          Oscar looks to the photos on his wall. Ian shuffles in his

          seat.

                              IAN

                    What makes you think they aren’t

                    coming back? They came all this

                    way to see you, after all.

          Oscar smiles.

                              OSCAR

                    They can take that lump of a

                    father of yours, next time.

                              IAN

                    Sure thing, Granddad.

                                                            FADE OUT

THE END

© Danny Dourado 2012-2013

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