Meat is Murder. (script for a film)

sample scene:

[Scene : Dining room at the Comti's]

FATHER: (pissed off sitting at the dinner table) Come on woman, there's one hungry wolf here whose been working all day, you can talk to The Man later. Right Man?

THE MAN: (from the kitchen) Yeah, right, I better get going anyhow, the boss is waiting…

FATHER: Uh, uh, back in the game so soon, no rest for the wicked, I say.

THE MAN: (walking into frame) I'll see you and Viv later, fancy a pint down the king's…

FATHER: Not tonight Man, gotta get finished on that job you brought in by morning.

MUM: (who has followed the Man out of the kitchen) We probably see you at the weekend eh Man, (enthousiastic) come around like you used too, plus you have to meet the Boy…(shouting now) Come on Boy get out of that room of yours.

THE BOY: (from the bedroom) Am on the phone, OK?.

THE FATHER: There's something wrong with that boy always hides in his room when his on the phone to his weirdo mates.

THE MAN: Kids needs setting straight, what kind of crowd's he with…?

THE FATHER: Don't worry none 'bout him, just a dumb teenager, all go through that phase don't they.)

THE MAN: No worries, I'll see my self out, bon appetito, bye Viv nice to see you again, it'd been a while.

MUM: (winking at the Man) Sure has …

THE FATHER: This stuff getting cold Viv and get that son of yours out of his blasted room.

MUM: (sitting down) Ah there you are, come and sit down love, the meat balls are getting cold.

THE BOY: (sitting down) Not really that hungry actually…

MUM: You'll have a bit I'm sure, it's your father's best meat and four hours of loving family devotion in those meatballs…





THE FATHER: What's wrong with the boy, eh, don't want to eat, must be love… (sniggering) What's her name eh? ( meanwhile son is looking down at his plate pushing his his food about on his plate) All got weird names girls nowdays, Rachel, Monica or Phoebe like on the tellie, hope it's a girl eh son, you know you had us worried for a while your MUM and I…
So speak up son…

THE BOY: (still looking down at his plate) Actually…. I'm more of a …veggie…

THE FATHER and MUM: A what…!!!

THE FATHER: Is that what they call bum bandits nowdays then, Eh? Batting for the wrong….

THE BOY: No I'm not a homosexual, even though there is nothing …

THE FATHER: Fucking abomination all go to ….

THE BOY: I'm a vegetarian, O.K.?

THE FATHER: ( all flustered and getting more confused, aking the mother) Whaddid he say?

MUM: The Boy said he is a vegeterian and …

THE FATHER: Not in my fucking house (calming down slightly) if you're fucking serious 'bout it then fuck off with you, I won't have a sissy fucking veggie, like you put it, as a son.

THE BOY: But listen…

THE FATHER: (getting angry again) get out and don't fucking come back here while I'm …

MUM: Father calm down… Boy get out I'll see what I can do (leading him out to the door).

THE FATHER: Don't fucking come back you hear, go and eat some grass when you get fucking hungry…AH… Ah..Ah..Ah..(devilishly)

Fade to black while sound of laughter continues maniacly and stops abruptly.