Philomena Page #7
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26 EXT. CONVENT FRONT DOOR - DAY 26
From down on the ground looking up, we hear YOUNG PHILOMENA’S
muffled scream:
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YOUNG PHILOMENA:
Anthony!
We see her banging on the window. ANTHONY looks round as if
he heard something, before climbing into the car.
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27 INT. CAR, OUTSIDE CONVENT FRONT DOOR - DAY 27
ANTHONY looks through the rear window of the car, his eyes
are scanning. He doesn’t see YOUNG PHILOMENA at the upper
floor window, banging and screaming inaudibly.
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28 INT. CORRIDORS/STAIRWELLS, ROSCREA - DAY 28
YOUNG PHILOMENA is now overtaken by animal instinct. She is a
lioness in headlong flight, determined to save her young. In
a frenetic, taut sequence she leaps down flights of stairs,
along a corridor and out through a door. Her focus absolute.
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YOUNG PHILOMENA bursts into the courtyard only to see the
tail lights of the shiny car disappearing from sight over a
rise. She is too late. She stares after it, then sinks to her
knees on the gravel drive, weeping. Anthony is gone. She
cries out in utter anguish, a shriek from deep inside her.
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PHILOMENA - Final Shooting Script 28.
YOUNG SISTER HILDEGARDE, inside the Abbey, looks out upon
hearing this cry and see the distraught, broken YOUNG
PHILOMENA. The older woman digests the scene for a moment,
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YOUNG PHILOMENA sinks to her knees in the courtyard, sobbing
uncontrollably, surrounded by brightly coloured flower beds,
alone in her grief.
PHILOMENA (V.O.)
He was wearing a beautiful blue
duffel coat, that’s what I remember
most of all...
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30 INT. HARVESTER, ST ALBANS - DAY 30
MARTIN and JANE watch PHILOMENA, spellbound. MARTIN has a pad
open and has been making notes as they talk.
PHILOMENA:
I couldn’t have given him a coat
like that.
JANE:
I think what they did to you was
evil.
PHILOMENA:
No I don’t like that word.
MARTIN:
No - evil’s good.
(They stare at him)
Story wise.
He jots down more notes in his pad.
PHILOMENA:
Some of them were nice.
JANE:
It was a breech birth and they
wouldn’t even give her painkillers.
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MARTIN:
(Trying to move on)
So can we go and talk to these
nuns?
JANE:
You can try, maybe you’ll have more
luck than mum’s had.
PHILOMENA:
I’ve been several times over the
years to ask where he was. They
were very helpful - it’s not like
it used to be. They said they’d try
and trace him for me.
MARTIN:
But they haven’t?
JANE:
No.
PHILOMENA:
Can you help me find him Martin?
MARTIN:
(Shutting his pad)
Well, it’s certainly an interesting
story.
JANE:
I’m taking mum to Ireland next week
for a few days - why don’t you come
along with us and you can visit
Roscrea with her?
PHILOMENA:
Oh yes there’s plenty of room -
it’s a Vauxhall Cavalier.
MARTIN:
Oh no, it’s no problem, I’ll...
I’ll fly over.
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Slightly embarrassed smile.
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31 EXT. CHICAGO AIRPORT - DAY [SUPER 8 FOOTAGE] 31
NO SOUND. December 1955. ANTHONY, 3, and little MARY, descend
the steps of a Pan Am Constellation aircraft. The jerky
images show them setting foot on the tarmac. ANTHONY is
wearing the blue coat and clutching his plane. He holds hands
with MARY, both of them looking forlorn.
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PHILOMENA - Final Shooting Script 30.
We are aware of them being lined up so that somebody (out of
shot) can take a photo of them.
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33 EXT. CO. TIPPERARY - DAY 33
The soft, rolling fields of the Irish countryside. A BMW 5series
speeds along a country road. In the distance, high
hills.
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34 INT. BMW, CO. TIPPERARY - DAY 34
MARTIN looks at the scenery with interest as it flashes past;
shiny modern bungalows interspersed with the occasional
abandoned stone cottage; the scars of Ireland’s past.
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35 INT. BMW/EXT. BIRR HIGH STREET - DAY 35
MARTIN negotiates a bend and enters the village of Birr. The
little High Street is typically Irish, the shop fronts
painted in bright blues, oranges, pinks and turquoises. At a
cross-roads beside Molloy’s Bar, obviously a prearranged
rendezvous point, stand PHILOMENA and JANE. He pulls up
alongside them and JANE opens the door.
PHILOMENA/JANE
Hello Martin.
MARTIN:
Hello, sorry I’m a little late.
JANE helps PHILOMENA into the passenger seat.
MARTIN (cont’d)
Bit of trouble with the hire car.
PHILOMENA:
(As she gets in)
Oh it’s lovely, isn’t it Jane. I
can see why you wouldn’t want to
squash up with us in the Cavalier.
MARTIN:
It wasn’t that it was just... had a
few things to do.
JANE:
Are you sure you don’t want me to
come with you mum?
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See MARTIN, slightly panic-stricken.
MARTIN:
You’re not coming?
PHILOMENA:
No - I told Jane we’ll be fine on
our own, just the two of us, isn’t
that right Martin.
MARTIN:
(Fixed smile)
Yes. Fine.
JANE:
I’ve put some things in your bag.
PHILOMENA starts to look through her bag, pulling out a
packet Custard Creams and a tube of Tunes.
JANE (cont’d)
Good luck, I’ll see you tonight.
(Smiles for MARTIN)
Thanks Martin.
MARTIN returns the smile, JANE shuts the door. He pulls away.
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35A EXT. TIPPERARY COUNTRYSIDE. DAY. 35A
PHILOMENA:
What kind of car is this?
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MARTIN:
It’s a BMW.
PHILOMENA:
That’s German.
(Beat, opens a packet)
Would you like a Tune Martin?
MARTIN:
(Trying to make a joke)
If I hum it, will you play it?
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