August Rush

BOY:

Listen.

Can you hear it?

The music.

I can hear it everywhere.

In the wind...

...in the air...

...in the light.

It's all around us.

All you have to do is open yourself up.

All you have to do...

...is listen.

[MARK MANCINA'S

"WHEATFIELDS" PLAYING]

Hello, Porky. Where's your little friend?

-I don't know, Mr. Mannix.

-Go find him or your big butt's mine.

AUGUST:

Where I've grown up--

Evan!

PETER:

Evan!

--they tried to stop me

from hearing the music.

But when I'm alone...

...it builds up from inside me.

And I think if I could learn

how to play it...

...they might hear me.

They would know I was theirs...

...and find me.

MANNIX:

Knock, knock.

BOY 1:
Knock, knock.

MANNIX:
Knock, knock.

-Knock, knock.

BOY 2:
Wake up.

MANNIX:

Who's there? Who's there?

Freak. Freak.

-Said, knock, knock, freak.

-Who's there?

Your long-lost mommy and daddy.

Can you hear them?

Yes.

No, you can't.

I can.

You don't have no family.

You can't hear anything.

Say it.

-Say it.

BOY 1:
Say it. Say it.

MANNIX:
Say it.

BOY 2:
Say it.

MANNIX:
Say it.

BOY 1:
Say it.

Say it.

Yes...

...I can.

He doesn't hear anything.

BOY 3:

Yeah.

What is he?

He's a freak.

MANNIX:
Sweet dreams, freaks.

BOY 2:
Sleep tight.

-Good night.

BOY 1:
Don't let the bed bugs bite.

Sometimes the world

tries to knock it out of you.

But I believe in music...

...the way that some people

believe in fairy tales.

I like to imagine that what I hear

came from my mother and father.

Maybe the notes I hear...

...are the same ones they heard

the night they met.

Maybe that's how they found each other.

Maybe that's how they'll find me.

[BANGING ON DOOR]

MAN:

Louis. Louie, where are you?

-Lyla? She's here. What are you doing?

LYLA:
Dad.

They're waiting for us.

Hey, sit up straight, please.

Where are you, baby bro?

We didn't follow you from San Francisco

to play for free, man. Yeah?

We need this one, baby bro. All right?

I need this one.

THOMAS:

Don't forget to smile and look relaxed.

All right, not that relaxed.

Come on, come on.

I believe that, once upon a time...

...long ago...

...they heard the music and followed it.

[MARK MANCINA'S

"MAIN TITLE" PLAYING]

[SYMPHONY PLAYING JOHANN SEBASTIAN

BACH'S "PRELUDE FROM PARTITA NO. 3"]

[BAND PLAYING

JOHN ONDRASIK'S "BREAK"]

[SINGING]

I break

I borrow

I live

I lose

I pray

I'm hollow

I'm dead confused

I'll find you

Once you're here, you're never gone

Once you're here, you're never gone

Fallen from a night of cold

A piece of me that I can't hold

I love you as I lose you more

I break outside this open door

Catch me as I wash away

You'll catch me as I wash away

Well, catch me as I wash away

Oh, oh

Oh

Yeah

Don't

Don't wait, don't wait

I break

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

[DANIEL LEVY'S "THE SWAN"

PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

MAN:
Not bad, Connelly. Not bad.

-Thanks very much, man.

Where's the main man?

Goddamn it, Louis. Just wait, man.

Louis? Louis, wait up, man.

LIZZY:

Girls, we are going to a party tonight.

It's a full moon,

you know what that means, right?

[WOMEN SCREAM]

[MARK MANCINA'S "CONFESSIONS

OF LOVE" PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

LIZZY:

Lyla.

[HARMONICA PLAYS "MOONDANCE"

IN DISTANCE]

LOUIS:

It's a great sound, isn't it?

What are you doing?

Listening.

What are you doing?

-I just came up here to, um....

-Get away?

Have a seat.

Come on, be brave.

Front row, center.

Can you hear that?

What is that?

It's a wish.

Now, what does that sound like?

[SINGING] Well, it's a marvelous night

For a moondance

With the stars up above in your eyes

A fantabulous night to make romance

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