Sing Street Page #21

EXT. THE BOAT - DAWN

The boat sets out onto the sea. The shelter of the harbour is

immediately met by a strong wind. The song swells...

EXT. THE BOAT - DAWN

The sun is coming up, but a heavy mist is refusing to lift.

The waves are growing in force as the little boat sets off.

(CONTINUED)

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Raphina looks nervous. It starts raining.

INT. THE CAR - DAWN

Brendan watches them from behind the wheel of his car. They

look very vulnerable in the distance, bobbing up and down. He

starts screaming. For no reason. Shouting and screaming and

cheering, looking at the little boat making its escape. In a

way, he’s on that boat. The boat disappears around the side

of the island. Brendan smiles, shouting.

EXT. THE BOAT - MORNING

Now it’s raining hard. The boat is buffeted by waves.

CONOR:

(shouting)

You’ll want to sit down around now

RAPHINA:

(shouting)

WHAT?

In answer to her question, the boat is hit by a good wave,

knocking Raphina over.

She huddles up under the tarpaulin, soaked.

Conor steers the boat with focus and determination. She

watches him, scared, as the song soars.

Ahead, nothing but mist and rain. No sign of a coastline.

Then, a bellowing HORN is heard, off.

Conor looks out. Out of the mist a HUGE CAR FERRY is

appearing, travelling in the same direction, but cutting

across their boat’s course.

RAPHINA:

Jesus Christ!!!!!

Conor slams the boat into reverse. The engine grinds in

protest. The FERRY passes them by. Up on deck, countless

Irish immigrants stand, smoking, drinking cans of Guinness,

watching the sun come up etc. Some of them see the little

boat below, pointing and laughing.

EXT. THE CAR FERRY - CONTINUOUS

P.O.V. Shot from deck of ferry.

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EXT. THE BOAT - CONTINUOUS

Conor waves up at the people on deck. Then speeds onwards.

Raphina smiles, looking at his back. She tries to light up a

cigarette. Then gives up. She starts laughing.

The SONG really takes off now. It’s Conor’s voice singing.

The lyrics are about him and Raphina. About their future. A

model and a singer. About staying together. Written from an

older brother’s perspective. What we’re hearing is clearly a

marriage of Brendan’s lyrics and Conor’s music. From the

future. And it’s the only clue to whether Conor and Raphina

ever made it. Because right now, all we can see is mist,

rain, and grim determination on COSMO’S drenched face....

Snap to black.

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