The ASBO Kid.
Open a street that is overrun with youngsters in hoodies and tracksuits. They are simply standing around, not doing anything in particular. A group of anxious mothers look on.
MOTHER 1
What can we do? Who can stop this and get the kids back on the right track?
A mother points down the street.
MOTHER 2
Look!
MOTHER 3
Can it be?
MOTHER 1
It… it's the ASBO Kid. He'll save us.
Cut to the ASBO Kid riding very slowly through the street. The youngsters look bemused, the mothers expectant. He doesn't actually do anything but tip his hat occasionally. He notices a kid drinking from a bottle of cider, and in one movement shoots it from the kid's lips. He does a little flourish with his gun and puts it away, never breaking stride. He eventually passes the group of mothers. He tips his hat to them.
ASBO Kid (old West accent)
Just passin' through, Ma'am.
He trots of into the distance leaving the scene exactly as he entered it. The mothers look crestfallen.
