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ROBERT:
(As he shuts the file)
Did you think it didn’t stink or
something?
(Little smile from MARTIN)
There’s basically nothing wrong
with you Martin. Um... do you run?
MARTIN:
Well... I walk a lot.
ROBERT:
Try running.
MARTIN:
(Worried)
Do I need to?
ROBERT:
I do it. Good for your body and...
good for your head - Kate says you
think you’re mildly depressed?
MARTIN shrugs.
MARTIN:
I got fired. I’m unemployed.
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PHILOMENA - Final Shooting Script 5.
ROBERT:
But it wasn’t your fault, was it?
MARTIN:
That’s probably why I’m depressed -
I was sacked for saying something I
didn’t say!
Silence.
ROBERT:
Try running-
MARTIN:
I said the exact opposite of what I
was sacked for!
Another silence. ROBERT tries a different tack:
ROBERT:
What are you working on at the
moment?
MARTIN:
(Beat)
I was... thinking of writing a
book.
ROBERT:
That’s good. What about?
MARTIN:
Russian history.
ROBERT:
(Beat)
depression and not just feeling
sorry for yourself?
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Silence.
MARTIN:
Doesn’t have to be Russian history -
could be something else...
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2 EXT. FUNFAIR, LIMERICK - NIGHT 2
Nineteen year old PHILOMENA LEE, pretty, dark haired, wears a
lovely summer dress, that same crucifix glinting in the
sunshine. She picks her way wide-eyed, through the crowd;
bright lights, the air filled with noise and excitement.
JOHN (OOV)
You looking for something?
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YOUNG PHILOMENA turns to see JOHN, early 20s, with a group of
his FRIENDS by a beer tent, smiling at her.
YOUNG PHILOMENA:
No.
She walks off, he follows.
JOHN:
I haven’t seen yous any place.
Where are you from?
JOHN follows her past the brightly coloured stalls, still
cradling his glass of beer.
JOHN (cont’d)
Are you from Limerick then?
YOUNG PHILOMENA stops by a hoop-la, excited by the attention
but trying to play it - at least a little - cool.
JOHN (cont’d)
Here have a drink of my beer.
He holds out his beer. She shakes her head.
JOHN (cont’d)
Go on take it - what’s the matter
with you.
She relents, takes the glass from him and takes a swig. She
doesn’t like the taste.
JOHN (cont’d)
I like your dress. Did you make it
yourself?
YOUNG PHILOMENA:
(Indignant)
No I bought it in a shop. Anyway,
me auntie told me I’m not to talk
to strange men like you.
JOHN:
Sure I’m not strange. Look at yer
man over there...
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