Florence Foster Jenkins

Synopsis: Florence Foster Jenkins, an heiress from NYC, always wanted to be a concert pianist and play Carnegie Hall. An injury in her youth deterred that dream, so she sets out to sing her way to Carnegie Hall, knowing the only way to get there would be, "Practice, practice, practice". Her husband supports her venture, and Florence Foster Jenkins' performance at Carnegie Hall becomes a truly historic event.
Director(s): Stephen Frears
Production: BBC Films
  Nominated for 2 Oscars. Another 8 wins & 39 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
111 min

'Swounds I should take it,

for it cannot be but I am pigeon-livered

and lack gall to make oppression bitter,

or ere this I should have fatted all the

region kites with this slave's offal.

Bloody, bawdy villain!

Remorseless, treacherous,

lecherous, kindless villain!

O vengeance!


Thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you, thank you.

That was, of course,

a speech of Hamlet's

from a play I was lucky enough

to perform in on several occasions,

though not, as yet,

in the principal role.

- Our next tableau...

- (whooping)

...features someone

who has devoted herself

to the musical life of this city.

Amongst others,

she is patron of the Euterpe Club,

of the Brooklyn Orchestra

for Distressed Gentlewomen,

as well as, of course,

our very own Verdi Club.

Let us journey back in time to 1850

and the state of Alabama.

America's greatest popular songwriter,

Stephen Foster,

has run out of ideas.

(plays tunelessly)

- He's a desperate man.

- (audience laughs)

(audience laughs)

But wait. What is this?

(trill on piano)

Now. That's it.



It is the Angel of Inspiration

sent from on high.


( plays "Oh, Susanna")

At last Stephen Foster

can write his song.

I came from Alabama

with my banjo on my knee

I'm goin' to Louisiana,

my true love for to see

Oh, Susanna!

Oh, don't you cry for me...

- Hold her. Hold her!

- I came from Alabama

With my banjo on my knee

- (man) Bravo! Bravo!

- (applause)

The Angel of Inspiration,

featuring Madam Florence Foster Jenkins!

It's going very, very, very well.

I don't feel that I imbued

the moment of inspiration

with the intensity it deserved,

but it was a serviceable attempt.

Better than serviceable. It was good.

- My amulets, please.

- Armlets.

Has the impending potato-salad

catastrophe been averted?

Even as I speak, the chef has a team

out scouring Manhattan for chives.

No chives. What next, I wonder!

Unconscionable, but they tell me

there is a war on, Bunny.

(man) Valkyries on stage, please.

The overture has begun.

What about the sandwiches?

Ham and tomato, plain cucumber and

chicken with a hint of Dijon mustard.

- Actually delicious.

- Excellent. How do I look?


Now, schnell, schnell. Go on, quickly.

You're a very naughty Valkyrie.

( Wagner:
"Ride of the Valkyries")

We now come to the finale

of our evening.

I should warn you

that the vision you're about to witness

will be both shocking and terrifying.

A battle is raging.

Volleys of arrows pierce the air.

Shields clash

and swords do their terrible work.

But swooping down from the clouds

comes the most terrible spectre of all.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Verdi Club presents

the Ride of the Valkyries!


Oh! Oh, my God!

(applause continues)

(music ends)

(audience) Bravo!

It is my pleasure to present you

with this small token of our esteem.

Oh! Thank you. Shall I open it?

(audience) Yes!

Well, this is beautiful.

Thank you. Thank you all so very much.

You know, years ago

when I founded the Verdi Club,

I never could have imagined

that I would be here tonight,

25 years on,

with my beloved husband by my side.


Music has been, and is, my life.

Music matters. Thank you.



And at this dark moment in our history,

with our brave boys

fighting for civilisation itself,

it matters more than ever.

So I implore you to continue to support

the musical life of this city.

- Good evening, Madam Florence.

- Hello, Kitty.

- How did it go?

- Very, very well, thank you.

And now, my bunny, you must sleep.

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes

Nicholas Martin

All Nicholas Martin scripts | Nicholas Martin Scripts

0 fans

Submitted on August 05, 2018

Discuss this script with the community:



    Translate and read this script in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:


    "Florence Foster Jenkins" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Web. 23 Mar. 2023. <https://www.scripts.com/script/florence_foster_jenkins_8342>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!

    Watch the movie trailer

    Florence Foster Jenkins

    Browse Scripts.com

    The Studio:

    ScreenWriting Tool

    Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.