Sing Street Page #3

CONOR:

You can’t just change in the middle

of the year. Just when I’m making

friends and settling in. This could

scar me. Long-term!

ROBERT:

Just deal with this, Conor. You

know what the Christian Brother’s

motto is? “Viriliter Age”. That

means “Act Manly”.

This meeting is over.

7.

(CONTINUED)

8.

Brendan gets up. He squeezes Conor’s shoulder, big brother

style, and exits. His parents go about their business. We

push in on Conor, alone.

EXT. CONOR’S HOUSE (CONTINUOUS) - DAY

The door slams as Conor exits his house, zipping up his

jacket. He marches down the driveway. He wears brown cords

with a slight flare to them. Leather shoes. Jumper.

This is a leafy suburb of Dublin. Middle class, safe,

protected. But Conor’s house stands out. It has seen better

days. It needs a new coat of paint, and the garden could do

with a mow. A car is parked in the driveway, but hasn’t been

used in a good while. Three push bikes are leaning against

the gate instead.

He walks up the street with his hands in his pockets.

EXT. JESUIT SCHOOL SPORTS GROUND - DAY

This is a large sports ground in a leafy Jesuit school. Nice,

red brick buildings, very peaceful. It’s the weekend, and

students are practicing track, rugby, cricket. A big copper

beech tree shades the Cricket Training net.

Conor is at the wicket, bat in hand. Two FRIENDS are playing

with him. They all speak with posh, South-side accents.

CONOR:

So guys, I’m not coming back after

the break.

FRIEND 1

The hell? Why?

CONOR:

The old pair are moving me to a

different school.

FRIEND 2

D*cks. Why?

CONOR:

They say they have no money.

The ball whizzes past him. He misses by a mile, throwing down

the bat in frustration. They take a break.

CONOR:

But we still hang out, yeah?

FRIEND 2

Totally man.

(CONTINUED)

9.

CONOR:

At weekends and stuff. Right?

FRIEND 1

Absolutely. So where are you going?

Conlets?

Conor doesn’t respond.

FRIEND 2

Gonzaga?

CONOR:

Synge Street.

His friends exchange looks after they see he’s not joking.

CONOR:

What?? It can’t be that bad?

One of them mock-hugs him.

FRIEND 2

Seriously bro, it’s been nice

knowing you.

His friends laugh. We hold on Conor, the gravity of his

situation sinking in.

INT. JESUIT SCHOOL OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

Conor is sitting in a cosy, large office. Across from him,

his history teacher, and headmaster, FATHER WAITS (late 50s).

Fr. Waits smokes a pipe, sitting on the edge of his desk. He

is prematurely grey, and has a warm, understanding

appearance. His SECRETARY, a heavy woman in her fifties, sits

in an anteroom, typing, off.

FATHER WAITS:

We’ll be sorry to be losing you.

Synge Street was a fine school in

its day. It has a poor reputation

now, but I’m sure that’s

exaggerated. The Christian Brothers

can be a little tough to my mind,

but they get the work done.

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