Philomena Page #13

ALEX (cont’d)

Still friends?

MARTIN:

Yes of course.

ALEX:

Listen, I hope you didn’t think I

dropped you in it?

MARTIN:

Honestly, it doesn’t matter - fog

of war.

ALEX:

Yeh, collateral damage.

(Beat)

So what are you up to - off to the

primaries?

ALEX looks again at PHILOMENA who is waiting, looking

slightly confused, to be introduced.

MARTIN:

Yeh-

PHILOMENA:

No - he’s helping me look for my-

MARTIN:

(Cutting her off)

-it’s a human interest story. Human

interest...

ALEX:

(Sensing the awkwardness)

Oh. Well good luck with it... I’d

better scoot back.

ALEX goes back into the First Class Cabin, MARTIN smiling

until he’s out of sight - then the smile disappears.

PHILOMENA leans across.

PHILOMENA:

I’m sorry Martin should we pretend

we don’t know each other?

MARTIN:

No no it’s just him, he’s a nosy...

nuisance.

She thinks about this, then points:

PHILOMENA:

Is that First Class in there?

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MARTIN:

(Slightly acid)

Yes. It’s a perk of the job.

PHILOMENA:

Just because you’re in first class

it doesn’t make you a first class

person.

MARTIN:

He’s all right...

A long pause, PHILOMENA takes a sip of her Buck’s Fizz,

MARTIN opens his book. She leans in again, speaks quietly:

PHILOMENA:

I think he needs a good smack in

the chops.

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MARTIN laughs.

MARTIN:

I think you’re probably right.

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58A INT. CLUB WORLD CABIN - DAY 58A

Several hours into the flight. MARTIN is dozing with his

blanket over him; most of the other passengers are asleep

too. PHILOMENA catches her reflection in the window and we-

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59 INT. SCHOOL HALL, ST LOUIS - NIGHT [SUPER 8 FOOTAGE] 59

STILL NO SOUND. 1966. A school production of ‘A Midsummer

Night’s Dream’. MICHAEL, (Anthony), now 14, is up on stage

playing ‘Puck’. This is a different, more confident MICHAEL,

heavily made up, dancing around on stage in a loin cloth; but

so confident, authoritative, obviously loving it. We will

realise later that he is exploring his sexuality.

On stage, TITANIA, LYSANDER and HERMIA sleep. Enter PUCK.

MICHAEL (AS PUCK)

Through the forest have I gone.

But Athenian found I none,

On whose eyes I might approve

This flower's force in stirring

love.

Night and silence.--Who is here?

Weeds of Athens he doth wear:

This is he, my master said,

Despised the Athenian maid;

And here the maiden, sleeping

sound,

On the dank and dirty ground.

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MICHAEL (AS PUCK) (cont'd)

Pretty soul! she durst not lie

Near this lack-love, this kill

courtesy.

Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

All the power this charm doth owe.

When thou wakest, let love forbid

Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:

So awake when I am gone;

For I must now to Oberon.

PUCK exits.

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60 EXT. DULLES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY 60

Wheels hit the tarmac.

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61 INT. CLUB WORLD CABIN - DAY 61

The seatbelt sign is switched off with a ‘ping’. PASSENGERS

jump up out of their seats and start to grab their bags from

the overhead lockers. PHILOMENA gets up too, but MARTIN stays

seated - engrossed in ‘The Slipper and the Horseshoe’.

PHILOMENA:

Martin can you help me with my bag?

(No answer)

Martin?

MARTIN:

(Without looking up)

One second...

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He wants to finish his page.

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62 EXT. HOTEL, WASHINGTON DC - LATE AFTERNOON 62

In the distance the Capitol. A taxi pulls into the Hotel

forecourt.

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62A EXT. HOTEL - AFTERNOON 62A

Martin and Philomena enter the hotel.

CUT TO:

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63 INT. CORRIDOR, WASHINGTON DC HOTEL - NIGHT 63

MARTIN makes his way along the corridor to pay a visit on

Philomena in her room. He finds the right room number and

knocks. PHILOMENA answers, excited, and welcomes him in:

PHILOMENA:

Martin, did you have a chocolate on

your pillow?

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63A INT. PHILOMENA’S ROOM, WASHINGTON DC HOTEL - NIGHT 63A

She leads him over to the balcony:

MARTIN:

I did.

PHILOMENA:

How the other half live, eh?

They walk out onto the balcony and she gestures to a night

time view of the city.

PHILOMENA (cont’d)

And look at that view.

MARTIN:

Mine is of the heating ducts...

His phone rings; he checks the display and takes the call.

MARTIN (cont’d)

Oo - Caroline from the records

office.

He stays out on the balcony and PHILOMENA comes back inside

to give him some privacy. As he paces up and down outside on

the phone, PHILOMENA sits on the bed and presses a few

buttons - ending in an on-screen movie menu. She puts her

glasses on and flicks through the movie summaries, getting

more and more impressed as she reads them. Finally, MARTIN

comes back in from the balcony.

He looks around for some wood to touch - but can’t see any.

MARTIN (cont’d)

Shall we go for a walk, try and

shake off our jet lag? You said you

wanted to see the Lincoln Memorial?

PHILOMENA:

Well, we can go to see Mr. Lincoln.

Or, we could watch on my

television...

(Reads from the screen)

‘Big Momma’s House’.

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PHILOMENA (cont'd)

It’s about a little black man who

pretends to be a fat black lady.

They showed a little bit and

they’re all chasing after him - it

looked hilarious Martin.

She looks up at MARTIN, expectantly.

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64 INT. LINCOLN MEMORIAL CHAMBER - NIGHT 64

They are two tiny figures gazing up at the great man.

PHILOMENA:

Isn’t he wonderful. I’ve always

wanted to see him in his big chair.

MARTIN:

Well he was big man. Literally. Six

foot four. Tallest American

president.

PHILOMENA:

I can see that. He’s tall even

sitting down.

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They both fall silent for a moment.

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64A EXT. LINCOLN MEMORIAL - TOP OF GRANITE STEPS - NIGHT 64A

They set off down the steps.

MARTIN is lining up a photo of PHILOMENA with Lincoln in the

background.

PHILOMENA:

... I had a friend and her daughter

paid for her to go to Florida for

her seventieth birthday and she

said ‘Phil, the size of the

portions - you wouldn’t believe’.

MARTIN:

Stop there. I’m going to take your

photograph.

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