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BEDROOM - DAY Lying in bed, a boy opens and closes the metal blinds, gating the outside light onto his face, otherwise his motionless body lay in rest. His environment has been hit by bomb shell, scraps of screwed up paper, past week food, wrappers and a mountain of clothes being its debris. Springing from his rest spot he heaves the string rising the flimsy metal sheets to expose the full beam filling up the room with natural lighting in places once shadowed. Leaning on the flaking painted ceil, he begins geometrically flowing his index finger on the window removing light condensation, prevented by the weather, in the process, taking real care to eventually removing its existence with merely one swipe. Jarring his head to the right peering down at his alarm clock which shun 12:30. BOY: *Sigh* Collapsing back into his worn mattress, eyes firmly shut till something catches his attention. *Clink*(SOUND OF GLASS TOUCHING, Sound of liquid being poured) The boy opens his eyes directing them towards the sound. His calm facial expression drops into a screwed up glare with anger fuelled eyes. He shoots out of bed landing on the ball of his feet and tip toes to his bedroom door, opening it with a lot of care to hold back the squeak of the worn hinges. Then continues to another ajar door further down the hallway. INT. HALLWAY/KITCHEN - DAY Peaking out to explore further, he comes across a man, scruffy beard, overgrown hair, stained t shirt and boxers grasping a bottle of cheap branded whisky paired with a whisky styled glass in either hand. The man sways in the direction his disorderly body takes him as he observes the outside motion, filling up his glass after a big swig which empties it. The room visibility is weakened by the trapped smoke from cigarettes, seen clearly on the counter. INT. HALLWAY/KITCHEN - DAY A small boy runs into scene letting his arms guide him mimicking a aeroplane with the sound effects. LITTLE BOY: (Aeroplane noise, giggling)

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INT. HALLWAY - DAY Loss of concentration, the boy stumbles creating the door to creak. INT. KITCHEN - DAY Hesitantly, the man turns his head to observe, sighting the boy as he tries to hide from view. INT. HALLWAY/BEDROOM - DAY The boy swiftly retreats to his bedroom closing the door in silence to then lean his back onto it, exhaling adrenalin. A selection of knocking which gradually became louder identifies the drunken man to be making moves till a short silence covers the sound with a uncontrolled knock on the bedroom door of the boy sending all the vibrations through is scrawny body. The boy takes one more deep breath to build his courage to open the door. FADE OUT/IN INT. BEDROOM - DAY They both settle on the two bed a distance away, the boy slouch against the wall twiddling his thumbs not facing the man. Where as the man looks at him leaning against his palm. The man begins to talk, mummuring his words. MAN: I cant look after you both...(Muffled voice)... Your gonna have to live with your Nan...(Muffled voice)... You need to tell your brother. The man eventually gets up using the boys should as support then finally pat him before using the wall to guide him out. The boy cups his hands into his face then wiping his face from any tears. He promptly gets up and marched to the door. INT. HALLWAY - DAY He walks past dad, who had made a pit stop in the toliet as he is knelt over the bowl, to unhook his jacket. BOY: Dillon

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DILLON(LITTLE BOY): (Aeroplane noises) Dillon zooms through the front room door halt by a hand which held his jacket, he put it on but struggled to zip up so the boy lowered his posture to help. They walk in to the kitchen. INT. KITCHEN - DAY The boy has a quick look at the state of the room, shaking his head in repulse to then open the door allowing the natural lighting to fill the room and allow the trapped smoke to escape. EXT. OUTSIDE THE HOUSE - DAY The boy storms out packing him into his winter jacket to keep out of the cold winter weather. EXT. ROAD - DAY Dillon follows his steps still being an aeroplane running circles around the boy who is oblivious of his surrounding. The boys daze halts as the small boy blocks his path greeted with a cheesy grin. The boy couldnt resist but to scoop him up onto his back then continuing his journey. DILLON: (kid shooting noises, giggling) They carry on walking till they come to a off road pavement which leads them to a area sheltered by trees neighboured to a big pond which a small river comes off of. EXT. WOODED AREA - DAY The little boy jumps off his back and looks up at the boy smiling, BOY: Go on The little boy runs off wielding a stick which had fell from one of the trees and swinging it like a sword. Weaving in and out of trees fighting off any imaginative enemies in sight. He then turns around to face the boy who is still stood in the same position where he left the boy. Dillon waves him over to join in, the boy follows orders but takes him other to a fallen tree which over hangs the little river. Dillon climbs up with the boy assisting him as he stuggles with the natural obsticle. The boy then follows him up. Dillon sits down on the tree dangling his feet, he pats

4. the tree to order the boy to sit wiping off any mud which was on the tree before he took a seat. They started conversing. BOY: I took you here when you where a baby, yknow They both sat there staring into the view. Dillon just peered up at him when he spoke smiling. BOY: I mean, its quiet here... got us out of that madness, yknow...probably dont remember though. The boy tried creating conversation, but struggled to do so. All Dillon wanted to do was play, he tried getting up but the boy kept him seated. DILLON: *giggles* BOY: Yeah, were play in a bit, were talking, this is nice. DILLON: Dads mean BOY: Ah thats you dad yknow, he just having... not a good time. Look im gonna be... FADE OUT. INT. WOODED AREA - DAY Dillon crushes the boys armpit with his chin whilst hugging him. The boy doing the same but staring into space, with a mortified expression blanketing his face. The silent presence of the surrounding deteariates by the giggling of the little boy as he jumps up off the log running into the distance jumping back into his fighting trance. BOY: *SIGH* The boy remains seated hitting the tree edge quiet hard till he shakes his head and stands up changing his distraught face into a waxed smile chasing after his brother laughing.