FADE IN:
EXT. HIPPY CONVOY - DAY
A huge convoy of hippy vehicles snakes along the road,
crawling toward Stonehenge for the summer solstice
celebration.
INT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
GIPTOON, young and fresh-faced, listens with joyous wonder to
the banter of his older compadres.
A heavily PREGNANT WOMAN ruffles GIPTOON’s hair. They share a
smile.
Two young CHILDREN play at the PREGNANT WOMAN’s feet.
The bus suddenly judders to a halt.
A wave of confusion passes through the bus.
DRIVER (O.S.)
They’re fuckin’ usin’ our own!
EXT. ROADBLOCK - DAY
A loose line of police stand by two buses blocking the road,
filled with scared hippies.
POLICEMAN 1 waves the convoy off the road into a near-by
field.
INT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
Worried MURMURINGS pass through the passengers on the bus as
they crane their heads to look out the windows.
GIPTOON presses his frightened face to the glass.
POLICEMAN 2 (O.S.)
Everybody off the bus. Now!
Everybody off!
EXT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
A ring of policemen surround the bus, truncheons ready.
POLICEMAN 2
Come on! Everybody off! Now! Off
the bus! Off the bus! Off the bus!
INT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
A wave of confusion and fear starts those aboard BABBLING.
People begin to stand and move toward the door at the front.
Suddenly the window by GIPTOON implodes, the shattering glass
slices his face.
GIPTOON falls to the floor clutching his bloody face as the
windows implode on all sides.
The CHILDREN SCREAM as glass rains down upon them.
EXT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
Policemen smash the windows with their truncheons, ROARING
for those aboard to get off.
The men on board disembark one by one. They are beaten with
truncheons as soon as their feet touch the grass.
I/E. HIPPY BUS - DAY
The PREGNANT WOMAN SCREAMS her plea to the police, clutching
the CHILDREN to her breast.
PREGNANT WOMAN
There are children! Jesus Christ
we’ve got children on board!
EXT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
POLICEMAN 2 points at the PREGNANT WOMAN with his truncheon.
POLICEMAN 2
Off. Now.
I/E. HIPPY BUS - DAY
The PREGNANT WOMAN leaves her seat, clutching the CHILDREN to
her.
INT. HIPPY BUS FLOOR - DAY
The PREGNANT WOMAN’s feet CRUNCH through the glass, past
GIPTOON cowering on the floor.
Distant SCREAMS are heard by GIPTOON where he lays.
A THUNDEROUS POUNDING of heavy boots shakes the bus floor.
POLICEMAN 2s black boots STAMP to a halt by GIPTOON’s head.
POLICEMAN 2 (O.S.)
On your fuckin’ feet boy, now!
GIPTOON cowers, too terrified to move.
INT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
POLICEMAN 2 towers over the prostrate GIPTOON.
POLICEMAN 2
Boy, don’t make me ask you again.
POLICEMAN 2 drags GIPTOON to his feet.
EXT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
GIPTOON flies out through a smashed window.
EXT. GRASS - DAY
GIPTOON lands heavily on the grass before another pair of
black-booted feet.
EXT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
Constable JONES, a Welshman in his late twenties, stares down
at the unconscious teenager laying at his feet, truncheon
ready.
With dismayed eyes JONES surveys the scenes of violence
surrounding him.
EXT. BEANFIELD - DAY
All around hippies are being dragged from smashed buses.
CAPTION: BATTLE OF THE BEANFIELD, DORSET, SOUTH WEST ENGLAND.
1985.
Police with dogs guard rows of hippies laying face down on
the grass.
The SCREAMS of men, woman and children fill the air as all
around the convoy is brutalized.
EXT. HIPPY BUS - DAY
Constable JONES allows the truncheon to slip from his hand.
JONES picks up GIPTOON, cradling him in his arms.
EXT. BEANFIELD - DAY
JONES stumbles through the violence in a daze, carrying
GIPTOON toward a group of injured at the field’s edge.
EXT. BEANFIELD HEDGE - DAY
BRIDGET, a heavy-set earth-mother in her mid-twenties, kneels
on the grass bandaging a WOMAN’s head.
As JONES approaches, the KAFTANMAN steps up, blocking his
path. The two men lock eyes.
The KAFTANMAN reads JONES’s good intention and allows him to
pass.
JONES gently lowers GIPTOON into BRIDGET’s arms.
JONES stumbles back toward the chaos.
BRIDGET looks down weeping at GIPTOON.
The KAFTANMAN crouches next to BRIDGET, studying GIPTOON.
The KAFTANMAN smiles at BRIDGET.
KAFTANMAN
This too shall pass.
BRIDGET holds the KAFTANMAN’s gaze with broken eyes.
BRIDGET
God help us.
The hold each other’s eyes a moment longer but suddenly ANGRY
VOICES and TRAMPLING BOOTS approach.
A gang of OFFICERS march through the injured crowd, rounding
up the cowering patients in the make-shift clinic.
BRIDGET SCREAMS as she is dragged to her feet her feet by two
burly OFFICERS. Another OFFICER holds back the KAFTANMAN.
OFFICER
We’ll have some fun here boy, once
we give ‘em a wash o’ course.
The OFFICER laughs. But the KAFTANMAN goes wild. He headbutts
the OFFICER and lunges at one of the two holding BRIDGET.
The KAFTANMAN is beaten to the ground by other OFFICERs, as
BRIDGET is dragged screaming to a waiting police van.
I/E. POLICE VAN - DAY
BRIDGET presses her face to the window, screaming, as the
police van speeds away through the carnage.
FADE TO BLACK.