Philomena Page #3

He nods to a ruddy-faced man, early 20s, (DECLAN), his ankle-

swinger trousers tied up with string, buying a toffee apple

from a stall and looking at his purchase with reverence.

JOHN (cont’d)

Has a rope for a belt. He should

put some jam on his shoes and

invite his trousers down for tea.

YOUNG PHILOMENA giggles.

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PHILOMENA - Final Shooting Script 7.

JOHN (cont’d)

That’s who your auntie was talking

about.

YOUNG PHILOMENA:

I wouldn’t mind a bite of his

toffee apple.

JOHN:

You want a toffee apple?

(Calls out)

Declan!

DECLAN looks over, smiles, revealing one and a half teeth.

JOHN (cont’d)

Come over here.

DECLAN, a simple soul, dutifully troops over.

JOHN (cont’d)

Do you want this beer?

There’s about half a pint left. DECLAN nods enthusiastically.

JOHN nods to the toffee apple, a single bite out of it.

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JOHN (cont’d)

I’ll swap you.

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3 EXT. FUNFAIR, LIMERICK - NIGHT 3

JOHN and YOUNG PHILOMENA kiss passionately in a gap between

two stalls, hidden from view. JOHN brushes his hand down the

side of her breast to her waist, then slips down to her

bottom. The shot CONTINUES to her hand; OOV she moans

softly... she drops the toffee apple she’s holding.

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4 INT. FRONT ROOM, JANE’S HOUSE - DUSK 4

CLOSE on PHILOMENA LEE, an elderly Irish lady, watching TV,

the blue light playing on the lenses of her glasses. Though

distracted, distant with her thoughts, she is half paying

attention to a news report on TV about the purchase, for

forty nine and a half million pounds, of a painting of by

Rubens - ‘The Slaughter of The Innocents’.

Her daughter JANE, dark-haired, late 30s, enters in a hurry.

She pulls a coat over an outfit of black skirt and white top -

(like a receptionist in Soho House might wear).

JANE:

Right, just go up and turn their

lights out in half an hour.

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PHILOMENA - Final Shooting Script 8.

PHILOMENA:

Doesn’t she know you’ve got a

proper job?

JANE:

I’m just helping her out tonight -

she’s short staffed.

The painting flashes up on TV, depicting bloody biblical

carnage.

PHILOMENA:

(Distracted, talking to

the TV not JANE)

Fancy spending all that money on a

God awful thing like that? If it

was me I’d take everyone to the

Brent Cross shopping centre and I’d

say you can have one thing,

whatever you like - two things.

JANE drops her keys in her bag, she’s ready to go:

JANE:

So I’ll be back before midnight.

Okay?

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