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Card over Black:
“The ‘60s never really happened in
Ireland. So the ‘80s will be the
‘60s. And the ‘80s will make the
‘60s look like the ‘50s.”
EXT. SYNGE STREET SCHOOL - DUBLIN CITY - MORNING
Two FIFTEEN year-old BOYS stand outside this rough, inner
city school on a cold, rainy morning. They are CONOR and
DARREN. Conor is a middle class kid with a posh accent.
Darren is a local boy, with a tough Dublin accent.
They are elbowed by passing STUDENTS entering the school
gates. Some of them mince past them, implying that they are
These two are outsiders.
Conor will be handsome when he grows up. While most of the
other boys have standard issue tight haircuts, Conor’s is
long and tousled. He sports two black eyes, making him look
like a panda. Darren has acne, buck teeth, braces and
bifocals. His face is a mess.
They are both looking across the road. We don’t see at what.
I don’t know. She’s always there.
Yeah. Good luck. She doesn’t speak
to anyone. Stuck-up cow.
Ciaran Mackie from third year said
he tried to get her digits.
You mean her number?
Yeah. No luck. He said she has a
boyfriend who’s a drug dealer.
She’s not interested any of the
boys in the school.
Oh yeah? Why’s she standing there
Darren shrugs. Conor takes a breath, sets off, crossing the
EXT. SYNGE STREET SCHOOL - MORNING
We track with him over his shoulder, arriving at a 16 year-
old GIRL, who is standing on the stoop of a HOUSE, an unlit
cigarette dangling from her purple lips. Conor stands in
front of her.
She has a great look: lots of black. Good makeup. Back-combed
hair. Early ‘80s teen-chic. She’s ahead of her time, and
anything but ordinary.
Need a light?
No. I’m trying to give up.
Cool. I don’t have any matches
Silence. He doesn’t go away.
Why aren’t you at school?
I don’t go to school.
I’m a model.
Cool. Like, for magazines, and
I’m going to London soon. Just
waiting for my portfolio shots.
There’s no real work for models in
Dublin, you know.
Yeah. I know.
Oh yeah, I meant to ask- do you
want to be in a video? For my band?
You’re in a band?
Yes. And we need a girl for it.
There’s like a story. It’s called a
“Story-Board” video. You could be
the girl. In the story. If you’re
free. Have you been in a video
Is that a problem?
I hope not. I’ll ask the producer.
Who’s the producer?
That kid behind me.
She looks over his shoulder, pulling onto Darren, who waves
When are we shooting? I’m pretty
Saturday after next. I can call you
with the details. If I had your
She puts the cigarette away, taking out her pen. He produces
his journal, handing it to her. She flicks through it, it’s
full of thoughts and drawings.
So if you’re in a band, sing me a
I’m not singing here.
What, you’ll have to sing in front
of thousands of people. I’m just
Sing anything off the radio.
He reluctantly sings a hesitant but tuneful few lines from a
popular song. She smiles. She writes down her number on the
cover. He smiles, turning back. Score.
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