Sing Street Page #6

MICK MAHON:

I’ll take you on a date to the

National Gallery any day, miss.

(CONTINUED)

28.

MISS DUNNE:

Ah, thanks, Michael. But I have a

fiance already.

MICK MAHON:

Are you sure?

MISS DUNNE:

Positive.

She puts on her glasses to get a closer look at Conor’s feet

under his desk.

MISS DUNNE:

What the hell is going on here?

CONOR:

Oh. I don’t have black shoes. So I

have to leave my brown ones in

Brother Baxter’s office every day

until I get some.

She shakes her head.

INT. THE CANTEEN - LATER

Conor enters the canteen in his bare feet. He looks around.

Up ahead in a little group, he sees Barry. He musters up the

courage, and approaches, tapping him on the shoulder. Barry

Bray turns around.

Other kids notice this.

CONOR:

Hey. I understand that you’re in

pain. That there is a conflict

within you. And that can’t be easy

to deal with in this school. You

publicly humiliated me. So now, I

publicly forgive you. Barry Bray.

EXT. THE SCHOOL - MORNING

Conor now has the TWO black eyes of the opening scene. Darren

stands beside him.

He marches off towards the GIRL across the street. We hold on

Darren this time. In a few moments, Conor returns:

CONOR:

We need to form a band...

29.

EXT. A SMALL COTTAGE - DAY

Conor and Darren stand at the front door of a small, run-down

cottage on a narrow lane way. They are not wearing their

school uniforms. It’s out of school.

Darren knocks on the knocker.

DARREN:

Eamon’s a genius. He can play every

instrument known to man. His hobby

is rabbits.

After a while we hear footsteps thundering down the stairs.

The door opens and EAMON (14), stands there. Eamon wears

stone-washed denims, matching DENIM (!) jacket, a crew neck

jumper, and white, dirty boot runners.

He has curly hair, and wears steel-rim glasses. He sports a

wicked mullet.

DARREN:

Hey Eamon. What you doing?

EAMON:

Nothing. I was just feeding me new

bunny. Howareya Darren.

DARREN:

Cool. This is Eamon. Eamon, this is

Conor. He’s new in the school, and

he’s putting together a band.

EAMON:

So?

INT. EAMON’S LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Eamon’s small living room has been transformed into a bandrehersal

space. In a semicircle in the corner of the room is

a drum kit, guitar amp, keyboard, and microphone. Conor looks

about, impressed.

CONOR:

Wow! Where did you get all this

gear??

EAMON:

Me da’s in a covers band. Weddings,

parties, pubs.

Close up on the logo on the kick drum: “EAZY LIVIN’” with

some glittery stars.

DARREN:

Eamon can play every instrument

known to man, can’t you Eamon?

(CONTINUED)

30.

EAMON:

Probably.

DARREN:

Show him.

FOUR VERY QUICK SHOTS: Eamon plays the bass guitar, slapping.

The drums. The guitar, soloing. And the keyboard, playing

jazz.

CONOR:

Wow. So/

But Eamon isn’t finished.

SIX more very quick shots. Eamon is playing an African

Balaphone. Next, he’s playing an Indian flute. Then the

Uilleann pipes. Then a shaker. Then a Conga drum.

Finally he is done. He’s clearly something of a prodigy.

EAMON:

What do you play yourself?

CONOR:

(thinking on his feet)

I’m more of a singer.

Eamon waits for him to go on.

CONOR:

And I write songs. Well, I mean,

lyrics. Words. But I haven’t put

them to music yet.

EAMON:

So what do yous want from me?

DARREN:

We want to hire your instruments.

CONOR:

(interrupting)

No way. You’ve got to be IN the

band. You’re amazing. Right Darren?

DARREN:

Are you into that Eamon?

We can see that Eamon is very glad to be asked, but bluffs a

little:

EAMON:

What kind of music are you going to

be doing?

CONOR:

I don’t know yet.

(CONTINUED)

31.

EAMON:

You have to know what you’re going

to play. What are you into?

CONOR:

I’m a futurist.

EAMON:

What does that mean?

CONOR:

Like no nostalgia. Not like your

dad’s band. Not looking backwards.

Just forwards.

EAMON:

Cool. Like Depeche Mode?

CONOR:

(not knowing them)

Okay.

EAMON:

Or Joy Division?

CONOR:

(bluffing)

Right.

Eamon sure knows his stuff.

EAMON:

Or Duran Duran. What do you think

of them?

CONOR:

(beat, then parroting

Brendan)

The jury is out on which way those

guys will go. They’re a lot of fun,

and James Taylor is one of the most

proficient bass players in the UK

right now, giving them a funky

edge.

Silence. Eamon is impressed, even though Conor has got John

Taylor’s name wrong.

EAMON:

JOHN Taylor.

CONOR:

Yea. John. Of course.

They stand there, sizing each other up.

(CONTINUED)

32.

EAMON:

I’ll be in the band. I’ll play

guitar. And help write the songs.

We can rehearse here because me

da’s in Saint John Of Gods.

DARREN:

Is that a pub?

EAMON:

No, Darren. It’s where alcoholics

go to get off drink and stop

beating up their wives and kids.

DARREN:

Right.

EAMON:

And neighbors.

CONOR:

Okay.

EAMON:

And the police.

INT. EAMON’S KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

Conor, Eamon and Darren sit around the kitchen table

continuing their plans.

Eamon’s MOTHER (45), is pouring Cup-O-Soup into three bowls

in front of them, and giving them slices of bread. Eamon is

stroking a bunny on his knee.

EAMON:

Who’s going to be the manager?

DARREN:

Me.

EAMON:

Have you managed bands before?

DARREN:

No. (thinks) I’m just breaking into

the market?

EAMON:

Nice. How are we going to cut

things up?

DARREN:

I’ll draw up contracts?

EAMON’S MUM

Do you need a pen?

(CONTINUED)

EAMON:

Ma, we are trying to have a band

meeting here?

She smiles as she pours.

EAMON:

Gotta have everything straight

first. Get everything down on

paper. Otherwise you can get ripped

off by the big record labels when

they come a huntin’. That’s what me

dad says.

Eamon’s mum laughs conspicuously.

EAMON:

When do you want to rehearse?

EAMON’S MUM

Not the weekends. He’s got a job

packing shelves in Quinnsworth on

Saturdays. You’re not leaving that

job. Not for any jaysis band.

CONOR:

How about Mondays and Wednesdays

after school.

EAMON:

Sounds good.

EAMON’S MUM

That’s fine.

DARREN:

Now all we need is other musicians.

Do either of you know any other

musicians?

CONOR:

No. You?

DARREN:

No. Eamon?

EAMON’S MUM

He usually just plays on his own,

don’t you son?

She squeezes his shoulder.

EAMON:

Right, we can’t get any peace here.

Let’s continue this meeting out the

back.

They get up, following Eamon out back.

33.

(CONTINUED)

34.

EAMON’S MUM

No smoking now!

EAMON:

Ma! How many times do I have to

tell you? I don’t smoke!

They exit.

INT. A SHED - MOMENTS LATER

The three of them stand in a VERY small shed. They are all

smoking. They are continuing their plans.

From the window at the kitchen where Eamon’s mum is washing

up, she can plainly see smoke wafting out the window. She

shrugs.

Darren clicks his fingers.

DARREN:

There’s a black guy in 3B?

EAMON:

So?

DARREN:

Be cool if he was in the band.

CONOR:

Why?

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