The plan then is to edit it all tommorow night on my computer so it will be ready for tommorows lesson. Where we can then do the sound track and finish editing it to the music.

Also I will be taking some photos to put on the blog to give you an idea of the place that we were filming at and the lighting that we used.

Untitiled

Rural, run down setting slight pan of the surrounding area, character appears follows the pan and walks up to the door of a three story flat. Quite dated decor on the exterior.

Cut to Mother inside the house. Moody lighting setting the scene immediately. Background sound of ITN news 1993. Character is looking out the window from where the boy is coming in. Light cutting though the smoke. A pile of paintings are on the table with a packet of cigarettes and a can of cider.

Door Opens, and closes

Mothers head turns towards camera

Shot from top of stairs down to boy, walks up and pas

B: *While unpacking bag in other room* Just dropping me stuff of Mum, Greg’s just got that new Quake nipping over there for a bit.. That alright?

No answer

Walks into the other room

B: *While walking into the other room* Did you hear me? *Notices the paintings on the table* What the fuck? What you doing with them?

M: Whos are they? *While taking a drag of a cigarette* I found them in your room underneath your bed

B: ... there just.. something from school, some research I am doing

M: *Pointing* Your a fecking liar, there yours they got your pissing name on them. What you thinking? *Standing up and walking over* Your Dad would beat the living shite out of you if he found out you were... were

Pause, Mother looks at son, turns and walks back to the window

B: Were what Mum?, doing a bit of painting, enjoying myself, trying to get away from the same fucking shit each day. You and Dad just planning my life for me. Your both a big fat joke that dont mean anything to me.

M: *Lights up another cigarette, holding in the anger* Tell you what boy your heading for a fucking hiding. I tell you what you can do. Forget the fucking painting, *while ripping up the paintings, shes snapped* forget enjoying yourself. You have got two choices. Stay hear under OUR rules, do what we say and nothing else....pause..*more calm and composed* Or fuck off, get out of here and never come back.

Pause (long)

*smirks, looks at him square in the eyes*

B: I tell you what... your a dirty evil, controlling, good for nothing cunt. That has no place for in my life or on this fucking world full stop. Fuck off

*Spits on floor*

Goes to leave, grabbed by Mother, throws a punch, quick cut to a stylised sequence of a bare knuckle boxing match in slow motion all closeups and surreal shots, screaming and swearing from both the fight between the mother and son. All shot and edited at a really quick pace. cut back to Son on the floor with a bloody nose.

End