Act 1, Scene 1

Three witches, gathered in a secluded place are plotting to meet again with Macbeth when the battle is over “Where the place? Upon the heath. There to meet with Macbeth.”

Act 1, Scene 2

We are told by a wounded soldier that Macbeth has killed Macdonwald and Rosse reports that Macbeth has also defeated the Norwegians and has the thane of Cawdor held prisoner, ready for execution.

Act 1, Scene 3

Act 1, Scene 5

After Malcom is crowned prince of Cumberland and announced heir to the throne, Lady Macbeth is introduced. She sits in a room in Macbeths castle reading a letter from her husband about the witches predictions. When Lady Macbeths speech reveals her nature and her intentions. As she thinks that Macbeth doesn’t have the ability to kill, she wills for her feelings to disappear and decides that she will be the one to kill the king. As the king has been invited to Macbeths castle that night, Lady Macbeth will do the deed without anyone, including Macbeth, finding out. “Come thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wounds it makes”.

Act 1, Scene 4

After the previous thane of cawdor is executed from helping the norweigeins, Malcom (duncans eldest son) is name Prince of Cumberland. Macbeth then realised that he isn’t next in line for the throne and that for him to become king he must find a way to over throw Malcom. “For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires;” This quote is showing that Macbeth is plotting to get rid of Malcom and he doesn’t want anyone to see or know about his plan.

• Act 1, Scene 3

The witches meet at the heath where Macbeth and banquo come upon them. The witches predict that Macbeth will become thane of cawdor, then king soon after. Banquo is jealous at Macbeths fortune and is told by the witches that his (banquos) children will also be kings, meaning that they and banquo are somehow related to Macbeth. Macbeth only believes the witches as he is then told by Angus and Rosse that he is now thane of cawdor. Macbeth decides that instead of killing in order to become king he will leave it up to chance. “If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me”. This is relating to fate, much like in Shakespeare’s other play, Romeo and Juliet, where Romeo says “he that hath the steetage of my course, direct my sail”.

Act 1, Scene 1

Three witches, gathered in a secluded place are plotting to meet again with macbeth “upon the heath” when the battle is over.

Sammy: yea we went to his office and there was like 12 of us
Zelda: really?
jaimee: what did you do though?
sammy: is was like, kinda like one person who did all the talking
libby: who was it?
Zelda: haha everyone else was just backing them up
sammy: yea it was ruby
jaimee: ruby burke?
sammy: yep, and everyone else in there like hmmm and she was like talking and making her
wee points
Zelda: yea, do you reckon like they will actually change anything.
sammy: i don’t know, because he was like well… her classes got good grades, i was mmm
cause they went to kip
Everyone: hahahahahaha
Zelda: riiiiiiight
sammy: i know.

Yea?

Oh fanks fo ansering geezer ya no wot I mean

Gimy dat, where you been fool yo making us winse out our cwedit, leavin you messages and dat.

Mr daws es well on da war paf wif u bruv yea

Because of da bag an dat?

Wat bag, cos u messed the lesson you cheef

Gimmee dat, da bag won’t a problem, teegsey never menton it he botild it,   Ah you comin oer min layer ta play computa?

Na mon I’m at hom now I got a business dat I need to run

What business?

Business dat minds it on (chhess) I’m out

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,

And young affection gapes to be his heir.

That fair for which love groaned for and would die

With tender Juliet matched, is now not fair.

5Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,

Alike bewitchèd by the charm of looks,

But to his foe supposed he must complain,

And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks.

Being held a foe, he may not have access

10To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear.

And she as much in love, her means much less

To meet her new beloved anywhere.

But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,

Tempering extremities with extreme sweet

diegetic (in the scene): singing, applause, talking, knock, shooting, fighting sounds, growling, music

non diegetic: (added to scene): bang at start, intense music

camera shots: mid, over shoulder/behind, long, close up (emotion), mid side, birds eye view

camera angles: level, low

camera movements: zoom, tracking, tilt, crane, follow

midlevel, zoom close up level, behind shot, over shoulder, mid shot, low angle, mid zoom, tracking, crane zoom, mid level, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, tracking, follow low, slow,

crosscutting (two different scenes happening at once and seeing bit by bit)

starting with long lasting shots and making them shorter as you go)

Within the barriers of a destroyed world a lone car sits, enclosed by the ashes of my life. It waits patiently for the dead light to turn green, but nothing has been green since that day, I don’t even know if it still exists. Beneath this decaying bridge a cold hollow river corrodes the lifeless remains of a once inhabited city. It used to be my home, but now I don’t know what to call it. Lost deep in the clouds of the explosion a single crow who is searching for any sign of life, flies in silence upon the building. I know what that feels like, I have been doing the same for over six months now. Lingering in and around the building carcases a burnt smell contaminates the air, so strong I can almost taste it. A thick canopy of smog cloaks the parched city, untouched since the outbreak.

You’re probably wondering what i’m on about, so here’s how it went. After the disease struck nothing has been the same. The first death was in my home town on Friday 13 April 2091, then it spread. Everyone started dropping like flies, and I mean everyone the hospitals were crowded with dying souls, even the animals had caught the disease. No one could figure out what it was, or how to cure it. Then the government took charge and decided to bomb my city to stop the outbreak.

When they bombed everyone died, except me, at least that’s what I think. Information about the bomb was leaked just days before it hit, and as my whole family had already been lost to the disease I took cover. I was in an underground bunker when it hit and when I came out everything was demolished, gone, everyone, my family, my friends, everyone, wiped out. “You’re one of the lucky ones” my brother had said to me as his dying words, yet I still question that. I was the only lucky one and I was left in this city alone, abandoned, and crowded by the leftovers of my torn apart life. Everyday I see corpses staring back at me, there’s even days when I recognise them, burned and rotting, I hate those days.

I was one of the few immune to the disease, but I was the only one to survive both the outbreak and the bomb.  Each day I roam the streets in search for food and shelter, I was told those are the only things you need to survive, it seemed simple enough, but they never told me it would be this hard. I have explored over half the city, rummaging through the left overs of the detonation, yet I still have only found a limited amount of food. I guess that what you get when someone bombs your city. No one else out there knew I was here, alive, apart from me and the crow in the sky above.