# SCENE 4
(Sorry for the subject matter..sometimes it’s hard not to write about something)
INT. SUBURBAN HOME, KITCHEN — DAY
DARREN (early 20s, t-shirt and jeans) is on his knees rummaging through cupboards.
DARREN: Grandma!
INT. LIVING ROOM — CONTINUOUS
We cut to GRANDMA (70s) sat comfortably on the couch watching TV.
DARREN (VO): Grandma! Where’s the toolbox?
GRANDMA (without turning away): In the garage!
We cut to her POV: a rolling news channel with dramatic coverage of a protest that is taking place. Helicopter shots over crowds etc.
INT. GARAGE — CONTINUOUS
A toolbox fills the frame. Pull back as Darren enters and with a smile opens it up. He quickly finds what he needs and slowly pulls out a large HAMMER.
INT. LIVING ROOM — CONTINUOUS
Grandma still watching the TV.
NEWS ANCHOR (VO): …and in particular fears of a counter-protest that could spark violence. Our reporter Jason Murray is on the scene…
INT. GARAGE — CONTINUOUS
Close on a black backpack. Darren carefully places a red scarf, a ‘V for Vendetta’ mask and, finally, the hammer.
INT. LIVING ROOM — LATER
Darren walks briskly in and pecks Grandma on the cheek.
DARREN: I’ll be back late Grandma. Dinner’s in the fridge.
GRANDMA: And where do you think you’re going with that?
DARREN: With what?
Grandma nods at the backpack. Darren looks back in disbelief. How does she know?
GRANDMA: Sit down.
DARREN: Grandma, I gotta —
GRANDMA: You’ve got a minute, come sit down with your grandma.
He obliges and they sit in silence for a moment facing the TV.
GRANDMA: You don’t need to take matters into your own hands. Being there is enough.
DARREN: Taking matters into my own hands is the only thing to do. They’re ugly people grandma. They won’t hesitate to use violence.
GRANDMA: Ugly people! Says the one with a weapon in his bag. Do you have any idea what one of those does to a human body?
Before Darren can answer, Grandma rolls up her right sleeve to reveal a large, old, scar on her arm. Darren’s reaction shows he’s never seen this before.
GRANDMA: You sink to their level, and you’re no better than any of them.
She rolls down her sleeve and returns her attention to the TV. Outside we hear the horn of a car waiting on the street.
DARREN: See you later Grandma.
EXT. PORCH/LAWN — DAY
Darren walks out of the house, backpack slung over his shoulder. He stops, turns and looks back at the house.
INT. LIVING ROOM — LATER
Grandma, watching the TV, turns to look at the door.
EXT. PORCH/LAWN — EARLY EVENING
Grandma opens the front door. Darren has gone. She sighs and, as she does so, she looks down. A beat. She smiles.
We cut to her POV. Resting on the porch swing: the hammer.
