INT. GAELIC HALL-NIGHT DERRY THE BOGSIDE MID 1970’S
SUPER IMPOSE: IN THE HEART OF THE BOGSIDE A REPUBLICAN STRONG HOLD
OF 30,000 CATHOLICS RULED BY THE I.R.A.(THE PROVOS-THE BHOYS)WHO
SEE THEMSELVES AS IRISH AND WANT A UNITED IRELAND THE CATHOLICS ARE
OFTEN SLURRED AS (PAPISTS,FENIANS,TAIGS) BY PROTESTANTS.
THE CATHOLIC CALL THE CITY DERRY AFTER THE GAELIC ‘DOIRE’
Photo’s of the ‘Bloody Sunday’ dead,gaze seeming to judge
the unfolding scene. The air is thick, punctuated by
distant shouts from outside.
Four masked men sit behind a makeshift table, a Webley
revolver laid casually next to a worn Catholic bible.
Spoken in a mixture of Gaelic(with subtitles)and English.
LEADER IN THE MIDDLE
Kevin you father died in the name
of freedom by a rubber Bullet
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fired by the British imperialists
on Irish soil. Do you swear
allegiance to the IRA army council
and obey their orders, and adhere
to the teachings of The green?
Kevin's gaze drops to the Webley, the weight of his
decision pressing heavily on him.
KEVIN
I...I do.
LEADER IN THE MIDDLE
Place your right hand on the
revolver and the other on the
bible.
KEVIN
I Kevin Doherty swear to abide by
the text of the Green book and the
orders of Army Council.
C
The men pull down their masks the man in the middle
MARTIN and Danny his side kicks reveal solemn expressions
and extend their hands, sealing his pledge in silence.
Genres:
["Drama","Political"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
Echoes of the Past
INT. AL’S BEDROOM - NIGHT - LONDONDERRY
SUPER IMPOSE: THE FOUNTAIN-A STAUNCH PROTESTANT ENCLAVE JUST
OUTSIDE THE HISTORIC CITY WALLS A POPULATION OF 1600 WHO SEE
THEMSELVES AS BRITISH AND WANT TO REMAIN PART OF THE UNITED KINGDOM
THE PROTESTANTS ARE COMMONLY SLURRED AS(LOYALISTS,ORANGE
MEN,JAFFA’S PRODS,PRODDY’S,UNIONISTS AND ROYALISTS)BY THE
REPUBLICANS
THE U.D.A. AND U.V.F PROTESTANT PARA- MILITARY
ORGANISATIONS.
THE PROTESTANTS CALL THE CITY LONDONDERRY AFTER THE CITY OF LONDON
WHO FUNDED THE GUILDHALL. PROTESTANTS ARE THE MAJORITY IN NORTHERN
IRELAND IN THE 1970’S
A portable Dansette record player SPINS Horslips’
“Trouble,” the twangy guitars reverberating against
cracked walls filled with Rock god posters. Old boxing
trophies sit wrapped with tied together boxing gloves and
a skipping rope and Army cadet force badge.
The hall light’s tired red shade bathes the room in
crimson, lending it the aura of a dimly lit battlefield.
AL (20s),ex Grammar school long brown hair whipping
around his face, holds a Schick hairdryer,SINGS ALONG,
—until his gaze lands on a news clipping taped to the
mirror: July 10th 1972 “Members of the band ‘CATWEASLE’
killed in tragic car accident; the lead guitarist ONLY
SURVIVOR.” His guitar Plectrum stuck beside it.
BB
A vivid FLASHBACK The lorry coming straight at the band:
Smoke swirls; a shattered guitar neck lies cold on
cobblestones—SIRENS wail in the distance, and the air is
thick with chaos.
AL
(quietly to the
clipping)
It’s been four years...I‘ve got to
do something with my life...in
memory of you guys.
His ’70s Stratocaster leans against an Orange amp. BO,
his best friend, since the Band’s funeral, the snoring
French Bulldog blissfully sleeps among the albums.
AL dries his long hair while looking in the mirror,
combing his hair he catches his left hooped earring.
AL (CONT’D)
(singing, then
whistling)
C
Ouch.
Bo SNORTS awake, his eyes wide as he senses the shift in
Al’s mood.
AL (CONT’D)
(to BO)
What do you think, Bo? Am I mad
for even going to the Bogside?
The mirror reflects a him and his guitar. That stark news
clipping serves as a painful reminder.
AL
(to Bo)
If only you played the mouth
organ, we could start our own
band: “Big Bad Bo and the Troubles
Free Makers.”
Al dabs on Tabac aftershave a comforting reminder of
home. He lifts his guitar,pocketing the guitar pic as the
scent of peat smoke and baked bread wafts through the
walls like a comforting embrace.
DOUGIE (O.S.)
AL, your tea’s gettin’ cold.
AL
(gentle)
Can I really pull this off BO?...
I can’t let them down.
Bo WHIMPERS, feeling his master’s turmoil, his presence a
steady anchor. MUSIC CUE: “Forever and Ever” by Demis
Roussos swells, encircling Al.
INT AL’S LIVING ROOM NIGHT- CONTINUOUS
BB
SHEILA (late 40s) mild Australian accent, apron dusted
with flour, kneads the shortbread mix a bread board on
the table beside a crackling peat fire.
DOUGIE (50s) Irish, in a woollen cardigan, peers over the
Belfast Telegraph. Headline: “Dolphin Cafe Shootings:
Mistaken Identity?”
Al places pound note on the table.
AL
My payment for the loan man, Ma.
THe Black and white TV Is showing snippets of the
documentary “Londonderry what now?
SHEILA
(SMILING)
Two more weeks and your guitar’s
paid off.
She sets a plate before him shortbread and a cup of tea.
Dougie peers over his paper, looking at the TV
documentary, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
C
DOUGIE
(hint of mischief)
Where are you off to all dressed
up like a dogs dinner, going
courtin?
Al focuses on the documentary, the volume rising, scenes
from the Troubles flashing across the screen.
AL
Not every girl is like Mum. Da.
The TV screen show scenes from the Troubles in Derry.
DOUGIE (O.S.)
They’ve got the Troubles in a
nutshell.
SHEILA (O.S.)
When you see it like this, it
shows the madness of it all.
They watch a Protestant marching band on screen. Al
exhales slowly,feeling of longing surfacing.
DOUGIE
Why don’t you come to band
practice? They miss you.
Al stares at the TV, his fingers crossed under the table.
AL
(quiet)
Say hi for me. Da. I promised to
help Mr West with guitar lessons
at the Tech.
Sheila touches Al's arm gently.
SHEILA
That’s kind of you to help him,
BB
son, but maybe wiser to go with
your Dad tonight after those
shootings.
Al stands as the documentary ends, brushes a quick kiss
against her cheek. His eyes flicker with indecision, he
hesitates at the door.
AL
I’ll keep me eyes open, promise Ma
Bo whines, trailing after him.
AL (CONT’D)
(to Bo)
Sorry it’s too dodgy out there
tonight.
(bends down to pet
him)
A life without dreams, ain’t worth
living” right Bo.
C
The door CLICKS shut behind him. Sheila GRIPS Dougie’s
hand. the fire POPS, echoing the uncertainty of their
world.
Al hesitates, face of resolve, the fire’s glow
illuminating the shadows of uncertainty trailing behind
him as he walks away.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","Musical"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
Echoes of the Past
EXT. FOUNTAIN ESTATE STREETS - NIGHT
Al walks, the guitar case shimmering under a faded mural
of King William of Orange, the Union Jack bunting
flickering in the night air. A police siren howls far
off, a ghostly wail Al pulls his coat collar tight, his
breath visible like fleeting hopes as he hums an old
melody—"Pack Up Your Troubles."
CLOSE ON HIS EYES—fleeting reflections:
- His grandmother’s ivory piano keys, yellowed with time.
- His grandfather’s booming voice singing WWI tunes.
- A folded news clipping of his bandmates’ funeral, edges
worn and frayed. A warmth swallowed by the cold street.
GRANDMA (V.O.)
’Life is short Al-you can do
nothing from the grave,
AL
(whistling,rhythmic)
‘Pack up your troubles’
He passes St. Columb’s Cathedral, drawn to its graveyard
where his four band mates are buried, the other moss-
covered headstones whisper names lost to violence and
battles.
He stops turns in the direction of the graves and
salutes.
BB
Coal smoke lingers. Distant GUNFIRE swallowed by the
night.
Suddenly, a laugh spills out, jolting Al from his
thoughts. Three SOLDIERS huddle at a fortified sentry
box, their breaths visible in the cold. Al’s curiosity
flares, the remnants of his whistling fading.
CUT TO SOLDIERS:
SOLDIER 1 (LENNOX — late 30s, working-class London, face
lined with fatigue. Twiddles the cross around his neck)
SOLDIER1 (LENNOX)
(weary, nasal accent)
Hero’s one week, targets the next.
My old man said “at least during
the war you knew the enemy ”Not
the blokes like us.
SOLDIER 2 (WILLIAMSON) — early 20s, Belfast-born, lean
and sharp. Flicks a cigarette butt with a sardonic smirk.
C
SOLDIER2 WILLIAMSON
(biting)
‘See the world.’ They said..Boiled
in Cyprus, freezing in Derry.
SOLDIER 3 (MCKAY) — Scottish, baby-faced but hardened.
Shovels stew from a mess tin, attempting cheer amid the
growing gloom.
SOLDIER3 (MCKAY)
(Glasgow brogue,grim
chuckle)
Ock, I dreamed alright. Three
meals a day with a roof over me
head. Better than Glasgow’s slums-
just.
McKay’s laughter fades. All tense as Al steps into
view,shifting the mood heavily.
SOLDIER1 (LENNOX)
(barking)
HALT! Whats your name Sonny
Al freezes, tightening his grip on the guitar strap.
AL
(confident and
friendly)
Alister Hollins sir.
LENNOX steps forward, Sterling Submachine Gun glinting
under the flickering streetlight.
SOLDIER1 LENNOX
Where from?
AL
(without any
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hesitation)
Back there in the Fountain, my
Grandpa fought at the Somme. Dad’s
ex-Navy, uncle ex Irish Guards.
LENNOX studies him, searching for truth. Al flashes open
his coat to reveal a worn name tag—Dougie Hollins.
SOLDIER1
(relaxed)
What’s in the case?
Al lowers the guitar, unzips it. ‘Strings gleam’ under
flashlight,like fragile hopes in dark times.
SOLDIER1 (CONT’D)
(nodding)
You can go..Stay safe, eh.
With a respectful nod, the tension deflating slightly.
Suddenly, DISTANT SHOUTING erupts, chilling and chaotic.
C
AL’S POV: The cathedral spire dances before his eyes, the
whistled tune distorting like a ghostly echo.
BANG! A GUNSHOT RICOCHETS off sandbags nearby.
Close-up of Al's wide eyes, shock and fear reflected.
CHAOS:- SLAM ZOOM to sandbags EXPLODING; grit stings Al's
eyes. TRACERS LIGHT THE DARK like hellfire—bullets
zipping past his ears.
The world shatters—blurred movement distorts shouts; his
breath turns JAGGED.
Al DIVES behind a wall, debris scraping his palms as he
presses against the cool stone, heart POUNDING with
panic.
A MOMENT OF SILENCE; the whistling now morphs into a
dissonant hum, echoing his despair.
AL (V.O.)
Fuck, I’am not even going to make
the audition at this rate.
The safety of The Fountain Al disappears into the green
white gold of the I.R.A’s Bogside, guitar case swinging
like a shield.
CUT TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","War"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
Tensions and Tunes
INT. GAELIC- NIGHT
The hall hums with music, the flickering lights casting
long shadows that dance against the cracked walls, where
REPUBLICAN FLAGS and slogans cling like sentinels.
Photographs of dead from Bloody Sunday catches Al’s
eye—judging, unresolved
BB
HAIDEN (20s), cocky, coiled in his chair, spins a lucky
coin.
EAMON (20s),lives under the fear and shadow of his older
brother arms locked, resentment brewing as memories of
his brother Kevin’s arrest haunt him.
- MIKEY (Early 20’s), bouncing a drumstick, eager for
distraction, nerves bubbling beneath his bravado.
- TERRY (20s), fingers tapping silent rhythm, lost in
thought, occasionally glancing at the mural as if seeking
a sign.
TOM (60s), grizzled, wheezes through the folk
rendition of “Whiskey in the Jar” on an accordion. The
reek of old tobacco and damp wood lingers like a
forgotten song fading into obscurity. The accordion
wheezes to a stop.
HAIDEN
(grinning)
That’s grand Tom! If were after an
accordionist...
C
EAMON
(sarcastic)
What a bloody load’ a shite this
is.
TERRY
We’re going to need a miracle.
As the door CREAKS. Their eyes snap to AL, framed in the
doorway, guitar case gripped like a lifeline.
The room narrows— Haiden’s smirk, Eamon’s glare, the
mural’s hollow stare. As if on trial. A BEAD OF SWEAT
traces his temple.
MIKEY
(whispering low to
Terry)
Speaking of miracles, I hope your
man Jesus can play that guitar.
AL
Heard you’re looking for a lead?
Mikey laughs and crosses himself, Terry laughs in
disbelief.
HAIDEN
(leaning back,
spinning his lucky
coin)
Depends. Can yea play, or do yea
just “look” the part?
Eamon snorts, flicking his guitar pic at Al’s feet.
EAMON
Let me tell yeh..you’d better not
be wasting our time.
BB
Al unslings his sunburst Stratocaster. A TWANG echoes,
sending a ripple through the room.
TERRY
(Whispering)
That’s the same Strat as Rory’s.
Al IGNITES the amp.
MIKEY
(jovially back to
Terry)
Bet he can’t play like him.
EAMON
All show and no go!
They laugh, but Al’s resolve hardens.
AL
Right lads, what do you want to
hear?
C
HAIDEN
(smirking)
Surprise us.
Al doubt skimming his confidence as he reflects on the
weight of playing with a band from the other side.
AL
(taking a breath)
Here goes nothing..
Al plays the folk version “Whiskey in the Jar”—slow,
mournful—a ghost of his own past. As the notes hang in
the air, the tension shifts.
EAMON
Another Gobshite!
Then, a sudden transition—his fingers morph into his
electrifying rock version of “Whiskey in the Jar,” notes
bursting forth with defiant energy. The amp HOWLS,
strings vibrating like live wires, the sound embracing
him like a long-lost friend.
- MIKEY’S foot tap dances to the infectious beat.
- TERRY’S lips part, eyes wide like a child listening to
a myth.
- HAIDEN leans in, the coin forgotten, tension melting
into intrigue.
- EAMON grips the table, struggle etched across his
face—a war between admiration and resentment.
The final note SHIVERS into silence. Al’s chest rises,
sweat glistening as his heart thumps a frantic rhythm
beneath the weight of unfulfilled dreams.
HAIDEN
(softly)
You’re deadly on that guitar,
where did yea learn to play lic
BB
that.
AL
(wiping strings with
his sleeve)
Just years of practice.
Eamon SHOVES his chair back eyes burning with distrust.
EAMON
(glaring in Gaelic)
Houl on a minute...I know him,
from Sutherland’s garage, same
colour as his guitar- a bloody
Orange-man.
TERRY
Eamon chill! Even your brother
Kevin worked there till he got the
sack for stealing...
C
HAIDEN
No surprise there.
Eamon's hand trembles as a crumpled letter slips from his
pocket, hitting the floor like a confession.. Al
realises—Kevin’s shadow looms large. Eamon picks up the
letter tentatively.
EAMON
(in gaelic)
Tell him to getta away tea fuck!
If Kevin finds out…
TERRY
Its hardly your man’s fault that
Kevin is interned.
MIKEY
(admiring)
You’ve got some balls coming
here,I’ll give you that.
HAIDEN
For feck’s sake! Let him explain.
Any Prod playing an Irish tune
that well can’t be all bad.
EAMON
What’s your story then?
AL
I ‘am just a musician. I can’t
help which side of the fence I was
born on any more than you can. I
saw your ad on the notice board in
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the Tech for an audition here
tonight.
TERRY
Listen, Eamon. Kevin’s locked up.
This lad’s ‘here’ right now and we
need someone great.
HAIDEN
With him, we stand a chance of
that record deal.
MIKEY
(to Al cheeky)
Yeh but can yea play Country &
Western?
Al’s shoulders relax—just a fraction. He nods,
acknowledgment spurring confidence.
AL
Irish or American.
C
HAIDEN
Saturday. Wembley Chippy we’ll
decide then.
Al exhales, the Strat a weight—and a shield—on his back.
HAIDEN walks him to the door.
HAIDEN (CONT’D)
(clapping once)
Right, give us your number.
Al fumbles with a leaky fountain pen, ink staining his
shirt like the weight of his dreams.
AL
Oh, shit. Ma’ll do her block. It’s
easy double three, double three
and the name’s Alister but my
friends call me AL.
HAIDEN
Haiden. Safe home Mammy’s boy.
Al steps into the night, ink-stained and hopeful, the
echoes of an unwritten future whispering in his ears.
Genres:
["Drama","Music"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
Battered Bonds
INT. CHIP SHOP DAY
The chip shop, a nostalgic gem from the fifties, filled
with energy, best chips in town still uses lard in the
fryer.
An OLD MAN (70s, grizzled, drunk, hunched at the
counter), stares daggers at Al. His hands shake over a
half-empty can of Carlsberg special brew. Faded prison
tattoos peek from his sleeve. He stares at Al.
Al slides into one of the empty booths.
BB
OLD MAN
(muttering)
Are ‘battered Prods’ on the menu
today Mary?
Al sits up straighter his grip tightens on his guitar
pic.
OLD MAN (CONT’D)
Those ‘lot’ killed my son...
Carlisle Road in ’73
AL (V.O.)
Here we go again. Same old
prejudices. Just keep your mouth
shut Al.
MARY (50s,) Glances at Al with sympathy before SLAMMING a
cleaver into a cod.
C
MARY THE CHIP SHOP OWNER.
Mind your mouth, Seamus. Your son
was planting bombs.
Tension lingers like the scent of frying fish. AL
exhales, straightening the salt and pepper shakers beside
the vinegar bottle.
HAIDEN appears, grinning, sliding into the booth beside
Al, followed by TERRY, MIKEY, and EAMON, who plop down
across from them.
HAIDEN
Hey’ya! Ready to rock and ‘sole’
TERRY
(grinning)
Sure you’re in the right ‘plaice’?
AL
Ha. I promise not to ‘fry’ under
your pressure
MIKEY nudges TERRY, grinning.
MIKEY
Will yea stop Codding around or
I’ll batter yeh.
Laughter erupts, except from EAMON, whose icy glare finds
its target in Al.
EAMON
(coldly)
Get us some chips since youse you
lot are always loaded.
He returns with the bags, their crispy contents peeking
BB
out like golden fingers of comfort.
EAMON (CONT’D)
I could eat the decorations of a
hearse..
Eamon swiftly snatches one, pouring salt and vinegar over
the chips. The laughter blends within the shop’s retro
atmosphere.
EAMON (CONT’D)
(cutting in, coldly
in gaelic)
You’re the first Prod I’ve ever
met.
MIKEY
(in gaelic)
Hope he’s not your last.
AL (V.O.)
Keep calm... don’t take the bait.
C
HAIDEN unfolds the Talent contest rules, cutting through
the tension.
HAIDEN
(matter of fact)
Have you heard about Phil
Coulter’s Talent Contest?
Al nods,feigning nonchalance.
AL
It’s all over town. There’s a 5
thousand pound record deal for
best original song!
Mikey grabs the rules leaflet. Handing it to AL.
MIKEY
(joking looking at
Eamon)
It say’s no one from the
Fountain’s allowed to enter.
AL
(sarcastic)
I wouldn’t be surprised.
Al scans the leaflet,cautious but amused.
AL
Haha very funny.
EAMON mutters low enough for only Al to hear. Bitterness
lacing his words.
EAMON
BB
(quietly to AL
blaming)
...I lost my Da to a rubber
bullet.
Silence hangs heavily.
AL
(heartfelt)
I lost my bandmates to a drunken
lorry driver. He, didn’t care
which religion they were...
The weight of the moment settles in. Each man is encased
in shared grief.
MIKEY
(Breaking the
ice,sliding the
vinegar bottle
forward)
Ten seconds to “nek” it.
C
TERRY
(cutting in)
Show us what you’e made of Al.
EAMON
(hopeful in gaelic)
You’ll never do it.
Al hesitates, eyes darting to the vinegar bottle. His
reflection warps in the glass, uncertainty radiating from
him.
AL (V.O.)
What if he’s right?
The COUNTDOWN begins. They SHOUT out the numbers, ten,
nine. Other customers join in, the excitement building.
Al CHUGS, eyes watering. The shop ERUPTS in cheers.
MIKEY
What kept yea,I coulda neked it in
half the time.
Haiden tussle’s Mikey’s hair
HAIDEN
Yea right!
MARY
(Shouts over the
noise)
Ye’ll pay for that, ya wee shites!
Al tosses coins toward the counter for the vinegar. The
OLD MAN spits to the side, his bitterness lingering.
AL
Maybe you should save that for
BB
ones who sent your son to kill
others.
The OLD MAN falters, staring into the void, his face a
mask of regret and pain.
OLD MAN
(barely audible)
My bitterness blinded me.
A small beat forms before the tension breaks, The dynamic
shifts back to camaraderie as MIKEY, sensing an opening
of levity, jumps in.
MIKEY
Come on, lads! Led Zepp won’t wait
for us!
Exiting the shop with a tumult of joy stepping into the
uncertain day ahead.
C
Genres:
["Drama","Musical","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
Moments on Derry Street
EXT. DERRY STREET - EARLY EVENING
Derry Street buzzes with Saturday shoppers weaving in and
out of vibrant storefronts. The sunlight glints off shop
windows like promises of better days.
HAIDEN nudges AL with his elbow, a smirk dancing on his
lips.
HAIDEN
(grinning)
We’re off to see the Led Zepp
fillum, to get some inspiration.
Are you up for it, AL?
AL
(a hint of a smile)
‘The song remains the same’! I
wouldn’t miss it.
They stop before AUSTIN’S DEPARTMENT STORE, its Edwardian
façade looming like a castle. TERRY pretends to pose,
whistling at the dazzling displays of velvet jackets and
polished shoes—a world of style, a fleeting dream.
TERRY
(grinning,strutting)
Mick Jagger eat your heart out.
MIKEY copies him, mischief in his eyes set on a mannequin
wearing a sexy halter top with matching hot pants
complemented with knee high white patent leather boots.
MIKEY
(grinning
mischievously)
Siobhan would look hot as fuck in
that outfit!
BB
TERRY shoves him gently, but there’s a hint of
protectiveness.
TEERY
(playfully shoving
Mikey)
Watch it. That’s our wee sister,
ye randy eejit.
Al's gaze drifts to a crushed purple velvet jacket in the
window. A wave of memories washes over him.
FLASHBACK
– A YOUNGER AL, peering into the store, wearing
threadbare hand-me-downs. Little HUGO, posh and
confident, laughs with friends, pointing at him with the
kind of cruelty only children possess.
HUGO
“Hey everyone look! That poor chap
is stuck wearing all my old hand
C
me downs!”
PRESENT
AL (V.O.)
I’ve never worn second hand
clothes since.
EAMON
(dryly)
Purple crushed velvet? With a
matching Orangeman’s sash? That
says it all.
They freeze before a group of LOCAL WINOS huddled in the
boarded-up shop doorway. Cardboard carpets, newspaper
blankets. PADDY, a ghostly figure with a rasping,
eloquent voice, catches their gaze.
PADDY
(rasp, worn)
Spare a few coppers lads? I’m
dripping wey ’drouth’ here.
HAIDEN shakes his head, genuine regret etched on his
face.
HAIDEN
(sincerely)
Skint ourselves, Paddy.
PADDY
(effusively)
Once, this city was my kingdom.
Once, I hand-tailored suits for
our wonderful tenor, Josef Locke;,
I made evening dresses for Lady
Londonderry she looked every bit a
queen.
BB
Paddy stares as his burnt fingers, AL’s gaze follows, a
flicker of worry crossing his face.
PADDY (CONT’D)
Until a petrol bomb took it all —
my dignity, my shop, my hands.
A fleeting IMAGE: Paddy in his prime (SOUND CUE),
scissors snipping fabric, joy on his face—then GONE in
the flash of smoke. Silence envelops, heavy and loaded.
Paddy swigs from the bottle of VP.
PADDY (CONT’D)
(bittersweet charm)
“The higher you climb the harder
the fall”...
He lets the words hang, Paddy holds a pound note towards
them like a solemn promise.
C
PADDY
Here, for always being good to us
when you had spare.
A beat. Eamon GRABS IT, stuffs it in his pocket. A shared
look passes among the friends, acknowledging the weight
of Paddy’s story.
AL
Next time the drinks are on us.
Paddy
MIKEY
And a free gig.
Paddy’s eyes glint with gratitude.
PADDY
(nods)
I’ll hold you to that.
SH0P KEEPER (O.S.)
(to the wino’s)
Get away will ’ye, ye bums.
The shopkeeper appears and attempts to throw a bucket of
water over the Wino’s.
AL steps in, catching it mid-air. With a swift motion, he
ditches it at the curb, the sound of the bucket rattling
echoing against the pavement.
HAIDEN
There, but for the grace of God go
all of us.
BB
Laughter erupts, a momentary balm over the fragility of
their lives in Derry.
FADE TO BLACK
Genres:
["Drama","Historical","Musical"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
Music and Memories
INT.AL’S LIVING ROOM - DAY
The yeasty smell of SHEILA’S SODA BREAD baking lingers in
the air. AL enters, skin still flushed from the cold.
Dougie sits at the table, folding a newspaper with absent-
minded precision, his mind elsewhere. A PATTERN of folded
corners hints at his growing anxiety.
DOUGIE
(not looking up )
A Haiden Hegarty rang. Something
about a rehearsal.
Al fidgets with the pic in his pocket, his fingers
rubbing against it as a memory slips in—soldiers, the
urgency of his audition, the mixture of fear and
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exhilaration.
The record player CRACKLES to life—"I Love You Because"
by Jim Reeves. Sheila hums along from the kitchen,her
voice light. A KNIFE TAPS rhythmically against a cutting
board.
AL
(quiet, decisive)
I’ve...joined a ...Celtic rock
band. We’ve entered Phil Coulter’s
Talent contest.
The POT BOILS OVER, hissing angrily. Sheila's humming
halts abruptly as she appears in the doorway, her gaze
both fierce and introspective.
SHEILA
(soft)
What’s this about a band?
Al glances at a fading 'Rainbow' poster on the fridge,
its vibrant colours dulled by time—memories crashing over
him.
SHEILA (CONT’D)
I still remember the day their
music died, as if it was
yesterday.
She sniffles, turning back into the kitchen. The CLINK of
dishes fills the air like a tangible wall.
AL
They’re Catholics, Da. From the
Bog. But don’t worry, I’ll only
convert for the gigs.
DOUGIE
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If they find out your Da is a
member of the Orange order and the
Drum Major of the Fountain band,
you’ll be for it. If your Ma finds
out...
Al OPENS his palm—reveals his pic shimmering in the low
light, invoking memories of his band mates.
AL (CONT’D)
I know. I should feel guilty, but
I live and breathe music,this is
my one chance.
DOUGIE
There’s too much at risk. You
might as well practice in the IRA
HQ with Martin mc Guinness playing
the triangle.
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AL
(Laughing, but his
eyes betray him)
And Gerry Adams on the fiddle!
DOUGIE
It’s gonna be tricky for you on
both sides. If our lot find
out,look what happened to poor old
Sydney when they found out he was
going out with a catholic they’ll
shun you as a Fenian lover at the
very least. If the UDA or UVF ...
DOUGIE’S eyes fall again to the photo of him in Navy
uniform, burdened by unfulfilled dreams. Rubbing his war
wound-
DOUGIE
The battle for the South Pacific
stole my dreams.
Al meets Dougie’s gaze, a flicker of understanding
bridging the years.
AL
Music is my only life boat. Da.
Dougie studies him, then nods, WEARY BUT RESOLVED,as the
moment settles in.
DOUGIE
(quietly)
Let’s hope you’re not on the
Titanic.
The record ends with a hollow CLICK, BO WHINEs as he
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nudges Al’s leg, breaking the charged atmosphere.
Al ponders the photo on the mantle, his childhood dreams
juxtaposed against the reality of his family’s
expectations. He bends down, gently patting Bo, finding
comfort in the warmth.
FADE TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
Ratings
Scene
8 -
Harmony Amidst Chaos
EXT. HAIDEN’S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
Al stands at the threshold, rain-soaked and breathless.
The distant gunfire echoes behind him. It’s the last
place he should be. Just maybe, he can find a sliver of
hope amid the madness
AL (V.O.)
As long as I can win them over,
this shit is all worth it.
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He clutches his guitar case, The gunfire pulses.
YVETTE (50s) vibrant and resilient, a London-born opera
diva, flings the door open. Her flaming red hair catches
the soft light, her cheerful smile slices through the
darker shadows around him.
YVETTE
(warmly, genuine)
Sweet Jesus, look what the cat’s
dragged in!
The AIR CRACKLES with distant gunfire. His grip tightens
on the case.
YVETTE (CONT’D)
Come in, love. Before you catch
your death—
AL
(flustered)
Oh you sound English. What brought
you here?
The door shuts, Yvette nods agreement while studying him,
then—ever the light—grins.
YVETTE
... That’s a long story — talk
about the jumping from the frying
pan into the bonfire.
AL
You and my Aussie Mum have a lot
in common.
YVETTE
(May West voice,
BB
wagging a finger)
Oh err.. Is that your guitar case
or are you just pleased to see me?
Al’s nervous chuckle echoes through the room,as warmth
wraps around them, a fragile moment of sanctuary.
INT LIVING ROOM -
YVETTE
This my daughter Siobhan,she works
in the Ben Sherman factory...so if
you ever need any cheap shirts.
Al nods in approval, his eyes flicker over a small burn
scar on his guitar case. He lifts his beloved
Stratocaster. Everything seems fine until he pries free a
mangled piece of metal from the strap end pin—his heart
sinks.
AL
(quietly)
C
First time here since ’69 and what
a welcome...
He holds up the mangled bullet. A chill washes over the
room.
AL
(the stark
realisation)
Only for that tiny strap pin,
I’d be...
The group stares in shock.
AL
(trying to lighten
the mood)
Thanks to Rory I’m a guitarist,
and not a dead fiddle player!
Siobhan GASPS, her face pale, while Yvette crosses
herself, the tension crackles.
YVETTE
(crossing her heart)
Oh Jaysus, Mary and Joseph.
Haiden leans forward, clapping Al’s shoulder, a
comforting solidity.
HAIDEN
You’ve got yourself one helluva
lucky charm there, Al..
MIKEY
My Rabbit foot works great for me.
Siobhan flicks the radio on. The upbeat intro of "You
Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate gradually drowns out their
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worries.
SIOBHAN
(flirty)
What’s the band’s new name now the
sexy‘Al’s’ in it?
Yvette nods towards the radio, her eyes dancing with
mischief.
YVETTE
(joking)
I know! Something like ..Sexual
Chocolate?
SIOBHAN
Cor...I wouldn’t ‘mind’ piece
that.
Al almost spits out his drink, laughter bubbling up from
the group. A lightbulb moment strikes Siobhan as she
brandishes her birthstone ring — an amethyst.
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SIOBHAN (CONT’D)
(triumph)
Amethyst! A is for
Points dramatically to AL.
AL
Al
Siobhan holds Mikey’s arm.
SIOBHAN
M is for me fella Mikey, E Eamon,T
Terry, H Haiden, Y for Ma, S for
me.
YVETTE lifts an old black and white framed photo of Tony
Hegarty’s Show-band from the mantelpiece,her voice
nostalgic.
YVETTE
(smiling
nostalgically)
T for my Tony, God rest his soul.
I love it AMETHYST..
SIOBHAN
My favourite colour.
(looking at Mikey,
holding up her
engagement finger)
Until I get me diamond.
Mikey turns sheepish in response. Haiden grabs his
unplugged mic.
HAIDEN
(pretending, speaking
into the mic)
Welcome to Amethyst, Al. Let’s see
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if your lucky charm works for our
music.
AL pulls the mangled bullet out, surveying it, pondering
for a beat. For the first time, he feels it—belonging.
AL (V.O.)
(beaming with pride)
I’m now the lead guitarist in
Amethyst. From here on, our music
will battles prejudices, together
we’ll create peace and unity.
FADE TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Musical","Historical"]
Ratings
Scene
9 -
Rehearsal of Hope
INT. HOUSE GARAGE. NIGHT
The garage hums with a chaotic symphony of
instruments——all bathed in the flickering glow of a
single overhead bulb.
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AL pulls his guitar from its case, the bullet hole
glinting ominously.
MUFFLED CONVERSATIONS, laughter, and excitement spill in
from the gathering outside. The distinct CLANKING of
MIKEY’S cymbals punctuates the air.
HAIDEN warms up with vocal exercises, his voice rising
above the clamour.
HAIDEN
Right lads no time to waste.
His voice cuts through the noise, anchoring Al’s nervous
energy. TERRY bursts in, clutching play lists like sacred
scrolls. He slaps a page into Al’s hand—their fingers
brush, an electric charge passing between them.
TERRY
Our set list. OK with you AL?
AL scans the list,heart racing in rhythm with the music
around him.
AL
Yeah looks good... speaking of
classics.
AL unfolds his crumpled sheet music with a mix of pride
and trepidation, smoothing it against his thigh.
AL (CONT’D)
(nervous but proud)
My twist on ‘Wild Rover’- Celtic
rock style.
Haiden’s eyebrows raise in approval, intrigued. EAMON
BB
tunes his bass, eyeing Al skeptically,a letter from KEVIN
peeking from his pocket.
EAMON
Been done before, ye know.
A moment of silence lingers, filled with unspoken
concern.
HAIDEN
Yeah...Like Thin Lizzy-but ours.
MIKEY
(carefree)
Everyone still loves it, man!
TERRY
(face lights up)
We’re on to a winner Al. Let’s
give ‘Back velvet band’ the same
treatment.
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HAIDEN
(shouting over the
din)
Ok. Let’s give it a go.
Laughter cuts the tension. Mikey gives a drum role.
Eamon’s bass rumbles. Haiden begins to sing.
HAIDEN (CONT’D)
Do Ray Me Fa So...
TERRY
Ready? A one, a two-
The traditional rhythms of “Black Velvet Band” wafts
through the bedraggled Marshall speakers morphing into
their version, haunting and hopeful.
As Al strikes a note, the sound reverberates, morphing
the guitar neck into the RAINBOW CAR.
FLASHBACK—CRASH—SCREECHING METAL—SILENCE. The note fades
back into their song.
HAIDEN
(Singing)
“In a neat little town they call
Derry…”
Al jolts back into the moment, determination stealing
over him. Eamon’s tone carries an edge of vulnerability,
his grip tightening around the letter as he recalls
Kevin’s words from his letters.
KEVIN V.O.
Make sure you get all the way to
the final. I’ll be released by
then. Or else...
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EAMON
If we mess this up, I’am done for.
AL
(nervously,but
determined)
I’ve got this. Give me a second.
HAIDEN grins, rallying the band.
HAIDEN
(grinning)
You better!
TERRY
(playfully)
Or I’ll toss your amp at ya.
— The band EXPLODES into sound.
HAIDEN’S voice soars with passion, captivating Al, who
switches mid-song from guitar to penny whistle. The other
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bandmates STARE, expressions shifting from surprise to
joyous CHEERS.
SIOBHAN appears, ducking behind the microphone, while
YVETTE watches quietly, fingers tapping rhythmically on
her thigh, lost in thought.
The garage, vibrates with their unity. Al glances at his
bandmates, encouragement evident in their eyes. The last
note FADES into silence. Then—
AL
That felt great! If we keep
Jamming like this, the contest is
in the bag!
TERRY
(catching his
breathe)
We need to up our game and get
first gig to and pronto!
YVETTE
(softly)
I might know...
All eyes turn to Yvette as she dashes into the house. The
CLICK of the phone dial echoes loudly. The band
exchanges glances, Mikey taps out a slow, ominous
drumroll,pulling the mood tighter.
She sings ‘Wild Rover’ absentmindedly.
The band bursts into laughter, the tension shattered once
more. Hope lights they’re eyes.
SMASH CUT TO BLACK.
BB
Genres:
["Drama","Musical"]
Ratings
Scene
10 -
Echoes of the Past
INT. PLAZA OFFICE - NIGHT
The air hangs heavy with the acrid taste of stale
cigarette smoke, a dim light filtering through dusty
windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk.
A half-empty bottle of bourbon lies next to a faded
photo: MICKEY (50s-60s, grizzled, nicotine-stained
fingers) poses with a radiant YVETTE, youthful and
beaming under a Nashville spotlight.
A mournful harmonica NOTE drifts through the room. He
takes a slow sip of bourbon, the burn in his throat
sharp, like regret slicing through him. Abruptly, the
harmonica’s tune WARPS. The instrument slips from
Mickey’s lips, and silence falls like a heavy curtain.
Suddenly, the phone RINGS, piercing the stillness. Mickey
stares at it, then picks up the receiver with a weary
sigh.
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YVETTE
Mickey-it’s Yvette sorry it’s been
a while. I need to ask a ‘big’
favour!
MICKEY
(Irish/American
drawl,pleased)
Long time no hear, darlin’ To what
do I owe this pleasure?
Mickey's gaze skips to a tattered 1960s poster of ‘The
Tony Hegarty Show’—young Mickey, Yvette, and Tony,
immortalised in a moment of pride.
He flips over a card, the ACE OF HEARTS, his fingers
brushing it like a promise unfulfilled.
MICKEY (CONT’D)
Remember‘61 when the power went
out. Just candlelight, our
acoustics and you singing like an
angel.
The memory hangs in the air, bridging two eras. A small
tear trickles—she wipes it away, composing herself.
YVETTE (O.S.)
((softly, caught in
the moment)
How could I forget? Those were
great times Mickey...
((suddenly hesitant)
My boys—they’ve formed a new band.
Amethyst. They’re in Phil Coulters
contest in a month,and—
((cuts herself off,
then firm)
BB
They need their first gig real
quick.
Mickey’s takes a sip. The bourbon’s bite lingers.
MICKEY
The support band for Chips just
pulled out. Two bands on the
bill—I can’t let the crowd down.
(beat, decisive)
You think they’re ready?
Yvette’s breath CATCHES, a beat of hope. Then—her voice
cracks into a laugh, transforming into an operatic
snippet
YVETTE (O.S.)
(singing lightly)
You bet!
He PULLS AN EIGHT OF CLUBS, laying it gracefully atop the
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ACE OF HEARTS. Mickey CHUCKLES softly, feeling the weight
of nostalgia. Mickey’s eyes momentarily cloud, wrestling
with hesitation.
MICKEY
(whispers to no-one)
What a hell of a way to fold a
hand.
He flips the FOUR OF DIAMONDS over—like a card falling
from grace.
MICKEY (CONT’D)
God knows I miss the old days.
The call ends. Yvette stands in her quiet room, emotions
swirling.
YVETTE
(whispering)
Oh God, what’ve I gotten them
into..
(then, resolute,
singing operatic)
“The boys are back in town—and
they’re gonna rock the Plaza down.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Music"]
Ratings
Scene
11 -
Pushing Through the Night
EXT. SUTHERLAND’S GARAGE VAN - EVENING
AL drives slowly past the garage, his gaze snagging on a
weathered van, its shadows concealing two indistinct
silhouettes within. A flicker of unease buzzes through
him.
AL V.O.
What’s an English registered van
BB
doing parked there this time of
night..BFC 124C.
It’s chords ring like a bad note in his memory.
The old garage van RATTLES down a dark, bumpy road,
stubborn as a mule. A statue of St. Christopher nods
serene amidst the chaos.
A green tree air freshener HANGS from the rearview
mirror, futilely battling the pungent odours of sweat and
engine oil.
Dark smoke PUFFS from the exhaust as they speed past a
weathered sign: "Welcome to the Free State: Our Day Will
Come" — words mixing Celtic and English.
The boys are slumped together in weary relief. AL grips
the steering wheel.
HAIDEN and TERRY cram together on the front bench.MIKEY
and EAMON perch uncomfortably on a makeshift wooden
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bench, surrounded by a CLUTTER of instruments.
The RADIO buzzes like an angry bee, searching for a
signal.
HAIDEN
(leaning
forward,grinning)
Lets find that Culchie radio
station-The Oldies are the best.
MIKEY
What about some Pop for a change?
EAMON
(dryly)
Christ, I’d evenrather listen to
the Blues.
TERRY
All right, show of hands for
country and western-
They raise hands except EAMON and MIKEY.
TERRY (CONT’D)
You two can walk.
The radio BUZZES—then SNAPS into clarity.
RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
(crackling,warm)
And now one and only Ireland’s
patron Saint of Country music..Mr
Charlie Pride himself.
MUSIC CUE “ Crystal Chandelier” by Charlie Pride SWELLS
through the van.
BB
HAIDEN
(excited)
Our Ma and Da used to a fab
version this in their show band.
They LAUGH, their voices weaving together in exaggerated
accents as they belt out the song.
Suddenly, the van’s engine SPUTTERS, overlooked in the
moment.A CLOSE UP of the petrol gauge: the needle
trembles dangerously on E.AL taps the gauge in a forlorn
hope.
AL
(taps the
gauge,deadpan)
Shit I forgot to get some petrol
at work.
Silence crashes down as the music PLAYS on, interrupted
only by the van’s laboured wheezing
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AL (CONT’D)
(pointing to St
Christopher)
Got a spare Saint handy?
They FRANTICALLY pat their pockets. A few coins CLINK
into Al’s palm, bringing a rare sense of camaraderie
amidst tension.
MIKEY
(rubbing his rabbit
foot)
Saint Jude’s is the one for lost
causes, right? Maybe we—
AL
(cutting in, serious)
If we do’t get to the Plaza you
can all kiss goodbye to the 5
Grand.
EAMON
(pragmatic)
For feck sake Prod, looks like
we’ll be walking after all.
The tired bar lights flicker, a beacon for wanderers.
Faint village laughter drifts through the air as the neon
sign swings like a hand waving customers in.
TERRY
(suddenly upbeat)
Look! There a petrol pump at the
pub. We can push it.
The lads jump out pushing with all their might,
friendship forming in their plight.
The van drives out, the night swallowing them whole.
BB
Genres:
["Drama","Musical","Historical"]
Ratings
Scene
12 -
Nostalgia and Flirtation at The Plaza
INT. THE PLAZA - NIGHT
The bar is a sensory mélange, where Americana collides
with Irish charm. Confederate flags flutter alongside
neon"Guinness" signs and faded posters of Mickey
performing at The Grand Old Opry' in Nashville.
HAIDEN
(whistles low,)
You’ve turned this place into a
real honky-tonk dream.
MICKEY
(grinning)
Where’s Yvette? Your parents
played their first gig here — one
hell of a night.
Terry’s eyes linger on a cracked POSTER of his parents’
BAND on the wall. His fingers twitch, heart heavy with
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memory.
TERRY
(Pausing, eyes
distant)
She said it held...too many
memories.
MICKEY
(changing the
subject)
Mind the gear..those boys can get
precious.
They gather themselves determination sparking in Haiden's
eyes. He gestures to the gleaming instruments on stage.
HAIDEN
C’mon let’s get a feel for the
equipment and show them we belong
here.
The guys are awestruck as they take in the real, big band
equipment. They carry their instruments onto the stage
and plug them in. Mikey, settled behind a mountain of
drums, radiates enthusiasm. Terry gently caresses the
keys of his vintage electric organ—lost in thought—while
Al and Eamon focus on tuning their guitars. Haiden warms
up with vocal exercises, breathing deep, finding his
centre.
HAIDEN
(calming, looking to
heaven)
Relax lads. Dad’s here, cheering
us on.
BB
EAMON
Meh nerves are shot. Let’s get a
drink.
Mikey crosses himself-rubbing his rabbit foot.
They move toward the bar, the ballroom's frenetic energy
thrumming behind them. Terry hesitates, eyes locked on
the POSTER again as memories intertwine.
Eamon nudges him, urgency in his tone.
TERRY
(muttering)
We better be on form tonight….for
Mickey’s sake.
AL GRINS, raising his beer bottle like a battle standard.
AL
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Here’s to giving it plenty of
welly.
MIKEY
(playfully)
I think Mickey fancies your mum..
TERRY
(looking at Haiden
unsure)
Nah..really.
AT the Bar they COLLIDE with FOUR LOCAL GIRLS.
MARIE (20s, bright-eyed, lips curled in a smirk) stumbles
back—AL catches her wrist. Time slows as their eyes lock.
A beat.
HAIDEN
(grinning, cheeky)
What’s the craic, girls? Fancy a
fag and a beer to oil the wheels?
He winks like a rogue. The girls exchange looks of
intrigue. MARIE plucks a cigarette, leaning in eagerly as
Haiden lights it. EAMON (quiet, haunted) sneakily hands
out Tuborg beers.
MARIE
(blowing
smoke,teasing)
Just 'cause you’re buyin’ doesn’t
mean you’ll be riding the night...
Ye chancer.
MAJELLA rolls her eyes, amused, BRIDIE sizes up the boys
like a hawk eyeing delicious prey.
HAIDEN
Lovely girls like you. I wouldn’t
even dream of it.
BB
MIKEY
(joking, nudging
Haiden)
Not half.
AL leans in, playful yet tactical putting the charm on
the line.
AL
So what’s yer name’s then?
MARIE
Marie. This one’s Majella, and
that’s Bridie. Budgen babes,
through and through.
AL
I’am AL. This lot’s Mikey, Terry,
Eamon, and Haiden. Support band
for Chips we’re Amethyst.
HAIDEN
C
And we’re going to win Phil
Coulter’s contest.
BRIDIE
(scoffing)
Yeah-Right...and my Granny’s a
cowboy.
Haiden steps forward, locking eyes with Marie, his charm
dialled up.
HAIDEN
(soft, deliberate)
I’ll sing you a love song if you
promise not to bolt.
MARIE hesitates, smirking, leaning in, her intrigue
palpable, her flirty bravado testing.
MARIE
((flirtatious)
Maybe the night houls something
for yea yet...
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Musical","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
Echoes of the Past
INT. THE PLAZA LATER THAT - NIGHT
The stage PULSES under kaleidoscopic lights, the air
THICK with sweat and anticipation.
HAIDEN, the ringmaster incarnate, adjusts his mic with a
FLAMBOYANT TWIRL, his voice a ROAR over the crowd’s din.
HAIDEN
Hey wee drummer boy—keep that
beat.
BB
MIKEY, the band’s heartbeat, SMASHES into a rhythm, his
sticks a blur. A ROADIE darts like a shadow, tweaking
knobs casting anxious glances at the equipment.
EAMON
(raising a dramatic
eyebrow)
So, do we unleash ‘Wild Rover’
now... or let ‘em beg for it?"
THE BAND exchanges glances—TERRY shrugs, EAMON grins, AL
chews his lip—then in UNISON, fists raised:
THE BAND
(in unison.fists
Raised)
Haul on for later!
Haiden SPINS, spotting MICKEY lost in memory—a FLASH of
his younger self under roaring lights, harmonica
glinting.
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HAIDEN
(Snapping his
fingers)
"Oi, Mickey! Come clear out the
cobwebs —
Mickey’s smile is OLD LEATHER AND WHISKEY. He lifts the
harmonica.
MICKEY (V.O.)
Just like the old days...plus the
hangover.
Haiden WINKS, ushering him onstage.
AL
Follow my lead. And if ye muck it
up—
(pointing to the bar)
Blame it on the Jack.
The band shares a subtle NERVOUS EXCHANGE, laughter
barely hiding tension among them. Eamon holds Al's gaze
for a moment—
EAMON
We’ve got this, right.
Al NODS, though uncertainty lingers. The CURTAINS SWING
OPEN.
The band eases into "Black Velvet Band," Al’s guitar
weaving with Mickey’s harmonica. The crowd LEANS IN,
whispers dissolving into swaying.
AL’s fingers FLY, but for a SPLIT SECOND, his mind
FLASHES—
BB
FLASH CUT: HIS OLD BAND’S FUNERAL the sound of
LASHING Rain on a coffin. A WAILING fiddle,the image of
MICKEY holding a harmonica, just like now, filled with
joy yet tainted by sorrow.
BACK TO PRESENT
CLOSE-UP on AL’s face, a mask of focus battling internal
chaos Al GRITS HIS TEETH, as if to BURY the memory.
A TEENAGE GIRL Mouths the lyrics, eyes shut.
AN OLDER MAN Taps his foot,ace WRINKLED WITH JOY
HAIDEN
(grinning, mic
outstretched)
"We’re AMETHYST—and this legend’s
your host Mickey Malloy! Help us
out, ye saints and sinners—ye know
the words!"
C
THE AUDIENCE ROARS, voices CRASHING like a wave.
HAIDEN (CONT’D)
(mock-offended)
"Louder! Or I’ll sing ‘a
cappella’—and God help ye all."
The crowd SCREAMS the chorus. The band TRADES
RIFFS—Eamon’s bass SLAPS,
Terry’s keys DANCE, Mikey’s drums POUND. All merging in a
euphoric crescendo.
MUSIC CUE ‘Let your love flow’ Bellamy Brothers.
- AL fingers stumbling—just for a beat.
AL(V.O.)
First gig since Kelly’s... Christ
Focus.
TERRY fake-duels Mickey with drumsticks, the crowd EATING
IT UP. Laughter echoing around the room.
HAIDEN
One last slow one—for all ye
lovebirds and chancers.
Leaning into AL, a conspiratorial grin on his face.
HAIDEN (CONT’D)
(whispering)
'This is your moment, mate
MUSIC CUE ‘Help me make it through he night’ Kris
Kristofferson
BB
Al CHECKS his guitar, a HINT of worry in his eyes.
Suddenly, one of his guitar strings SNAPS. A GASP ripples
through the crowd.
AL (V.O.)
Shit.. no spare. Play it like Rory
would—five strings and a ‘prayer’
He LAUNCHES BACK IN, raw and IMPERFECT. The crowd CHEERS
WILDER.
HAIDEN
(whispering to Al)
“Ye mad bastard. They ‘love’ ye."
Marie STRIDES up, cups Haiden’s face, teasing smile.
They exchange a moment—each breath shared,the chemistry
crackles. The band WHOOPS, and in a heady rush, they
kiss. The crowd ERUPTS.
C
FADE TO BLACK
Genres:
["Drama","Music","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
Tires, Tension, and Tunes
INT. SUTHERLAND’S GARAGE-AFTERNOON
The garage hums with the rhythmic clanking of machinery,
sunlight cascading through high, dirty windows,
illuminating motes of dust.The smell of oil, exhaust
fumes fill the air. A classic E-Type rolls in, its tire
sagging like a wilting flower. The engine’s final growl
fades into silence.
CLAIR (20s ex Public school Protestant), effortlessly
elegant,yet burdened by family expectations,glides over
to
JACK(Protestant well heeled,from an upper class family)
her uncle, and wraps him in a warm embrace.
CLAIR
(affectionate )
Hi Jack, how’s my favourite uncle.
JACK
(chuckles)
Flattered I’am Sure..considering
I’am your ‘only’ uncle.
CLAIR
Mummy’s in the car, you know what
‘ladies who do lunch’ are like.
Clair holds an imaginary wine glass to her lips, her
smile radiant yet quickly dimming.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
Can you fix the tyre? Mummy
insisted on driving it flat.
BB
JACK
(smirking)
That must have been a hell of a
bumpy ride! How’s my brother?
Haven’t seen him in ages.
Wind filling her lungs. Her voice drops, almost wistful.
CLAIR
...He’s like the E-type. Little
room for passengers—
He squeezes her shoulder, concern etching his face.
DOUGIE (O.S.)
You better not keep your mother
waiting!
CLAIR
C
Oh. God forbid.
She strides off, her grace faltering for just a moment
before AL enters, the garage door rattling shut behind
him.
AL
Afternoon Jack.
Al pulls up his overalls—glitter spills like errant stars
capturing his glowing spirit. He spots Clair in the E-
Type, admiration blooming.
JACK
(smirking)
Joined the Glitter band, I see.
Al embraces the playful banter, his gaze quickly lands
on the E-Type, an object of both admiration and longing..
JACK (CONT’D)
Can you swap the tyre for the
spare on my brothers ‘glittering’
E-Type.
AL
(smiling)
Can’t wait to get my hands on her
Jack.
He wheels the jack under the driver's side, each grind
against the concrete digging into Al’s desire for
something more.
CLAIR reappears, now perched in the E-Type’s passenger
seat,her expression playful.
AL raps on the window—tap, tap, tap.
BB
AL
(professional)
Sorry miss, you can’t stay in the
car, safety reasons.
CLAIR
(playfully)
Oh...Hi there.
The window rolls down, releasing a wave of jasmine and
vanilla. Al’s pulse jumps.
CLAIR
((mock sigh)
Spoilsport.
The door opens; her elegant court shoes daintily step
out, her tanned legs commanding attention.
CLAIR
(playful)
Isn’t she a beauty?
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AL (V.O.)
(longing)
You can say that again.
Al struggles with a stubborn lug nut, muscles straining.
Clair, leaning in, offers a gentle distraction.
CLAIR.
(leaning in)
Daddy lets me drive her, whenever
I want.
The nut finally gives way. Al wipes his brow, caught
between admiration and envy.
AL.
(half joking half
admiring)
A good life for some.
Clair leans against the car, spotting some glitter
cascading out of his pocket.
CLAIR
(quietly)
“All that glitters isn’t always
gold”.
Their eyes lock, a deep, unspoken connection forming.
He hums the opening riff of "Trouble" Clair’s lips curl.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
May I lean in to turn the radio
on?
Al nods toward the radio, nearly reverent. She twists the
dial, and “Trouble” by Horslips spills into the garage.
BB
CLAIR.
(eyes sparking)
I love this track.
Al grins, fuelled by newfound confidence. He removes the
golf clubs, retrieves the spare tire from the boot, the
music guiding them.
AL
(smiling a spark
igniting)
I’m in a band Amethyst. We,re
playing at the Tech Saturday night
come along.
CLAIR.
(teasing)
One never knows one’s luck. And
what are you called?
AL
C
(Posing)
Alister, but everyone calls me Al.
CLAIR
(cheeky)
Everyone calls me Clair.
Suddenly, the music dims to ‘Where Do You Go, My Lovely?’
Clarity cuts through the playful vibe
ISABELLA (mid-40s), stunning in the latest golf wear,
strides toward them, commanding attention.
ISABELLA
(double meaning)
Are we ‘quite’ finished?
Clair’s posture stiffens, instinctively defensive, a
flutter of anxiety rising as she meets her mother’s gaze.
AL
(smiling)
Yes, ma’am. All ready to roll.
CLAIR
(smily)
Mum this is Al.
ISABELLA
(sharp)
Hurry Hugo expects us at the club
by six.
Isabella doesn’t glance at Al, her focus pinning Clair
down like a butterfly on display
ISABELLA (CONT’D)
(to Clair with
disdain)
BB
Clair, you shouldn’t be too
familiar with ‘the’ staff.
The music surges with tension.Clair’s jaw tightens, her
eyes waging a silent war. She snaps a quick photo of Al
with her vintage Leica left by her Grandfather click.
CLAIR
(Calling out)
Good luck with your gig.
As the E-Type purrs to life, Al calls out—
AL
(shouting )
If you come.. I‘ll write you your
own love song.
AL V.O.
C
(determined)
One day, I won’t just be the guy
who fixed her car.
A final suspended chord from the song lingers.
FADE TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
Aftermath and Laughter
EXT. HAIDEN’S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
Al steps out of the estate car. A cloud of Tear Gas looms
over the city
HAIDEN
Here comes the dog saving Hero.
Yvette rushes forward, enveloping Al in a warm hug.
YVETTE
Are you ok love? What happened.
AL
It was a close one, no warning
nothing.
FLASHBACK MONTAGE
A LOW RUMBLE. The world HOLDS ITS BREATH—BOOM.
The shockwave SLAMS Al into the ground. GLASS RAZORS
through the air. DEBRIS PINGS like gunfire.
Mechanics STUMBLE, faces streaked with blood. Office
girls CLING to each other, ears ringing. The van—GONE.
Only TWISTED METAL and the stench of gasoline.
In an instant, panic takes over. Al lunges, the world
BB
blurring, Through SMOKE. Over DEBRIS. Brookie’s WHIMPERS
cut through the chaos.
The heat sears Al’s neck as HE COVERS Brookie as SHRAPNEL
RICOCHETS. In that moment, nothing else matters.
Suddenly, a car screeches to a halt. A MECHANIC leans
out, urgency glinting in his eye.
MECHANIC NIALL
(yelling from a car)
AL, MOVE YOUR ARSE!
BACK TO PRESENT
YVETTE
(muttering,fierce)
Saints preserve us... If it’s not
the I.R.A. It’s the Army-what next
the U.V.F?
The guys stagger out, arms bulging with gear. Suddenly, a
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sharp whiff of tear gas pervades their senses, and they
recoil, coughing and blinking away tears.
HAIDEN
Feck, it’s fair kicking off again
down the Bog. Where’s the van?
AL
Blown to bits I’am afraid.
HAIDEN
(muttering)
The bastards.
MIKEY
Whose is this yoke?
AL
It’s mine. Mr. Thompson gave it to
me for rescuing Brookie It’s a bit
bomb damaged “he said it gave
character”.
HAIDEN
(looking in windows)
Well, at least it’s spacious! All
the better for pulling birds.
Laughter bursts out, punctuated by coughs, their eyes
watering from the gas. Passersby sprints past, faces
contorted in discomfort, handkerchiefs clutched to his
mouth.
Siobhan appears with a stack of wet towels.
SIOBHAN
BB
(exaggerated urgency)
These towels will save ye!
HAIDEN
Quick! Before we’re playing the
Tech Stevie Wonder style.
MIKEY
(Muffled)
Fuck that tear gas is wild fierce.
Even worse than one of Eamon’s
baked bean and eggy farts.
EAMON
(indigent)
Very Funny..for a dead man!
Al looks in the rear view mirror, a hint of a smile
tugging at his lips, but the shadows linger in his eyes
as the laughter fades away.
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Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
Roadblocks and Revelations
EXT.BOGSIDE STREETS DRIVING- AFTERNOON
INTERCUT WITH 1970’s footage of the Bogside and the
Creaggan.
HAIDEN
What would you buy with your share
of the Record deal Al?
The car sways slightly as Al navigates a burning tyre,
all eyes on him. He hesitates, lost in thought.
AL
Now thanks to the I.R.A. I’ll be
unemployed like the rest of you.
He gestures at the others with a playful wave, an attempt
to lighten the mood.
Looking forward, two balaclava I.R A. Men armed with
Armalite AR-18 rifles, block the road. Al’s heart moved
to his mouth.
EAMON
(rolling down the
window)
Let me speak to them.
I.R.A.
(surveying the
passengers)
Where are yea off te?
BB
EAMON
We’re playing at the Tech tonight,
just on our way to set up.
I.R.A.
Off yea go, you’ll need to go
round by The Diamond.
EAMON
( (winds up the
window)
Drive off slowly.
AL
I’d still treat myself to that
purple crushed velvet jacket, oh
and a trip to Australia for mum to
see her family for first time
since she left.
C
EAMON
(With his mouth
watering)
I would buy the biggest, fattest
juiciest steak and all the
trimmings, washed down with a
fancy bottle French wine-everyday!
TERRY
No surprise there Eamon! I would
build a recording studio in the
garage. Free sessions for all of
Derry’s musicians.
They turn their eyes to HAIDEN, encouraging him to share.
HAIDEN
I would pay off Ma’s debts so she
wouldn’t have to do the B&B. What
about you Mikey?
For the first time, Mikey’s smile fades, his usual
bravado evaporating.
MIKEY
(reflective, never
told anyone before.)
Stop here Al... You’re lucky, I
wish I grew up a Prod...
AL
(intrigued)
Why’s that Mikey?
A moment of silence hangs in the air, tense and loaded,
BB
punctuated by distant echoes of children's laughter from
the home, amplifying the weight of Mikey's confession.
His gaze drops, and the camera focuses on his troubled
face, revealing a depth not seen before.
EXT TERMONBACCA AFTERNOON -
A foggy haze clings to the air around Termonbacca its
barred windows reflecting a world of confinement.
MIKEY (V.O.)
I wouldn’t have grown up in there
Al, Termonbacca. A prison,
not a home.The nuns scrubbed me
raw with Jeyes Fluid for all my so
called sins.
FLASHBACK
MIKEY
Where’s mey mammy?
C
NUN (V.O.)
You’re a bastard, a product of an
evil and satanic relationship. She
died giving birth to you.
MIKEY (V.O.)
One night,the darkness crept
in,and I had to escape. A
priest...
A quick FLASH of a PRIEST’S SHADOW looms in the doorway,
chilling, as Mikey's breath quickens.
MIKEY (V.O.)
I climbed down the roof and just
kept running, tillI found a B&B
sign. Yvette took me in and hid
me,been there ever since.
BACK TO PRESENT
MIKEY
So I want the money to marry
Siobhan and give our kids the kind
of love I never had. I was one of
the lucky ones. Music... It saved
mea soul.
The boys sit, visibly moved, processing the revelation.
After a beat, the engine rumbles to life, and they drive
off,not a word spoken, leaving the imposing structure
behind.
FADE TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Musical"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Whiskey Chaos
INT. AL’S CAR - LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Bo sits, his face joyful, fur blowing in the cool breeze.
Al leans back, elbow resting on the frame.
BB
AL
What ‘woof-tastic' tunes do you
want to hear Buddy?
Al twists the radio dial to Radio Luxembourg. MUSIC CUE:
“Clair” by Gilbert O’Sullivan.
He hums along, tapping his guitar pick on the steering
wheel, thoughts drifting towards Clair. Bo’s head bobs in
sync. Al chuckles briefly, but it fades.
AL (CONT’D)
We’ll need to get you a girlfriend
too BO. How about a tall leggy
blonde...a Labrador?
BO
(Al’s voice growly as
Bo talking)
Overrated. I’am after the Chow at
Kennedy Place.
C
AL
Good choice. Isn’t she a bit out
of your league?
BO
(mock,sight)
No more than Clair is to you!
AL
(chuckling)
You cheeky little bugger-
The car passes the Guildhall.
AL
(to Bo)
That’s we’re going to win the
record deal BO-It will be minced
steak and chicken for you from
then on.
BO Seems to understand licking his lips.
AL (CONT’D)
(To Bo)
You never know what’s loitering
under the surface.
A distant RUMBLE. Bo’s ears perk. Al’s body tenses—His
chuckle dies in his throat, replaced by a frown.
The sky DARKENS. HAIL PELTS the windshield. Wipers SWIPE
furiously. Bo stands, eyes alert, ears searching like
BB
radar, with a low growl in his throat
GROWL. BOOM. A SHOCKWAVE rocks the car. Windows RATTLE.
Al whips his head around—
BLACK SMOKE billows from the high windowless Tryconnell
Whiskey Bond warehouse. The air reeks of BURNING ALCOHOL.
People SCREAM, running toward the chaos. AL SQUEEZES the
steering WHEEL.
AL (CONT’D)
(stunned whisper)
Jesus...Christ.
A WOMAN stumbles past, clutching a bleeding arm. Paddy
stands at the police cordon, firelight flickering across
his excitement.
PADDY
Fer fecks sake, would yeh let us
through tae get a wee drop o’the
good stuff.
C
WINO 1
Bey Jaysus Paddy. Run quick! It’s
fair running down the road!
Al watches Paddy and the winos running, their infectious
excitement igniting something within him—a spark of
adventure.
MUSIC CUE “Whiskey in the Jar” AMETHYST.
WINOS scoop whiskey into buckets, tins, cupped hands.
- A MAN face-down in a puddle, guzzling most on
ceremoniously.- GLASS SHATTERS. Police shouts drown in
laughter. -A WORKMAN in overalls staggers out of
building, dazed.
SHELIA (V.O.)
AL, take back the empty mineral
bottles and get some more
Pineapple-ai de and Cream soda.
Al sprints back to the car to collect the bottles, Bo at
his heels.
AL
(to Bo)
It’s like a scene out of “Whiskey
Galore”
He YANKS Bo away from a puddle of whiskey.
AL (CONT’D)
Too strong for you, Bo! This is my
ticket to being a Amethyst legend!
BB
He locks eyes on the smoke.
AL (CONT’D)
(out of breath to Bo)
Hope no one’s hurt..
SIRENS WAIL as police, ambulances, and fire engines jolt
into action, weaving through the panic. The crowd
SCATTERS. Al GRABS Bo —
AL (CONT’D)
(to Bo panting)
Scarper, Bo. This way!
They DASH. A CUSTOMS OFFICER lunges— Bo grabs his trouser
leg RIPPING a piece off. The man BACKS AWAY startled.
REARVIEW MIRROR: Chaos fading. Al's reflection haunted
yet resolute
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Genres:
["Drama","Musical","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
Backstage Bonds
INT. TECHNICAL COLLEGE AUDITORIUM BACKSTAGE - NIGHT
The band waits back stage, each member sporting a splash
of purple, a nod to their unity.
A muffled ROAR from the crowd vibrates through the velvet
curtains, AL fidgets, tapping a nervous rhythm on his
guitar strap, his eyes alight with a wild mix of nerves
and excitement, the memory of tear gas lingering.
AL
(grinning )
Did you see the crowd outside?
This isn’t just a gig...It’s a
life time event.
HAIDEN
(cleaning his mic)
Our final gig before the contest.
Time to unleash ‘Wild Rover’ show
them what we’re made of.
A deafening ROAR erupts from the crowd. The band
exchanges glances—nervous grins, clenched fists, pure
adrenaline.
EAMON
(clutching his
stomach)
Jaysus no pressure then! I’d trade
me left nut for a wee dram right
now.
TERRY
(miming a chug)
Don’t even get me started on
whiskey fest we missed over the
waterside .
SIOBHAN.
I’m scunnered we didn’t get to
collect a drop.
BB
MIKEY
(sniffing the air)
Crowd’s half-pissed already. Lucky
bastards.
AL smirks, diving theatrically into his bag.
AL
(smugly)
Fear not, ye of little faith.
Behold-Derry’s finest... pineapple-
aid!
— Al WINKS, unscrewing a bottle. The sharp TANG of
whiskey cuts through the air. Eamon SNORTS, grabs it,
EAMON
(shifting from
shocked to
delighted))
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Well I’ll be fucked. Well...It’s
only the F.ing good stuff.
Shoulders loosening in camaraderie,the whiskey igniting
their spirits.
AL
(lowering his voice,
eyes flicking to the
curtain)
Lads do me a favour..I met a girl
named Clair at the garage, fixed
her E-Type and invited her to the
dance.
HAIDEN
Who do think you are me-or James
Bond even.
MIKEY
(letting on to drink
a cup of tea)
More like Brooke Bond!
HAIDEN
Next you’ll be telling us she’s
tall blonde with legs all the way
up to her arse!
They laugh, but Al’s cheeks flush with a hint of
vulnerability.
AL
Oh, trust me! Keep you eyes peeled-
you won’t miss her!
HAIDEN
BB
(In disbelief)
Sure we will dreamer. Gimme
another swig.
The band SNIGGERS. Haiden CLAPS Al’s shoulder. They
huddle—foreheads almost touching,unity stronger than
ever.
HAIDEN
Whatever happens out there—we’re
the kings of Derry tonight.
MR WEST(O.S.)
Five minutes folks.
The band BREAKS, adrenaline crackling.
AL
(quietly,to himself)
Relax, and remember why we’re here-
THE BAND IN UNISON
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To Amethyst-Amethyst-Amethyst!
The curtains PART—
Genres:
["Drama","Music"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
Electric Connections
INT. FRONT STAGE
BAM! A WALL OF SOUND. Hundreds of SCREAMING faces. The
stage lights HIT like a furnace, sweat already pricking
Al’s neck. His pulse THUNDERS in his ears— Haiden LEAPS
to the mic.
HAIDEN
HELLO DERRY TECH! WE ARE AMETHYST!
MUSIC CRASHES in—"Walk On Hot Coals." The crowd
SURGES,high-energy and electric.
DURING THE SET Al locks eyes with a flash from a distant
camera — CLAIR, in a sparkling purple dress. A flicker of
recognition and longing ignites between them.
She smiles, fingers tapping her CAMERA to the
beat,embodying the rhythm as the energy swells around
them.
HAIDEN glances at Clair, a twinge of jealousy tightening
his throat.
HAIDEN (CONT’D)
(Mocking,cheeky)
Here’s a little ditty AL wrote
earlier. ‘Clair, the moment I met
you, I swear’-
Terry, Mikey and Eamon chime in, their playful spirits
igniting a communal vibe:
THE BAND IN UNISON
(singing and playing)
I felt as if something, somewhere-
BB
The audience catches on, energy SPARKS.
THE AUDIENCE GIRLS
(joining the band)
Had happened to me..which I
couldn’t see...Oh Clair...
GERALDINE
(Shouting)
THAT’S BY YOUR MAN GILBERT O’
SULLIVAN YA EEJITS.
AL
(Quick,sensing the
moment)
Focus mate.
AL stepping forward, his guitar riff SURGING like a
heartbeat. He SPOTS a LONG-HAIRED YOUNG MAN taking
notes—"A scout?" AL thinks, and nods back knowingly,
catching the moment’s possibility.
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AL (CONT’D) (V.O.)
We’ll show him.
MUSIC CUE: “The Wild Rover," their raucous rendition.
- Terry’s fingers dance across the keys.
- Eamon and Mickey battle for rhythm, SMILING.
Heads bob, fists pump. Behind them, CLAIR's Leica SNAPS
mid-air—capturing vibrant LIFE. AL’s mind drifts, echoing
memories of the E-Type, Clair’s enchanting smile filling
his thoughts.
HAIDEN
(in the chorus)
”RIGHT UP YOUR ARSE”
The crowd ERUPTS with laughter and excitement. Lights
STROBE,a luminous pulse filling the auditorium.
MUSIC CUE ‘Make it with you’ by Bread (cover version)
Al’s hands dance on the strings—eyes flicking to Clair
once more. Her lips mouth the lyrics, a connection
charged with unspoken words, hopes and fears intertwined.
HAIDEN
Thank you Tech..The best crowd
we’ve ever had-give yourself a
hand.
BACKSTAGE:
- Al extends a hand to Clair— a spark of hope and desire
in his eyes, lingering a moment too long, adding weight
to the gesture.
- HAIDEN sweeps GERALDINE into a lively spin, whiskey
bottles CLINKING together.
BB
AFTER GIG SLIDE SHOW MONTAGE
- Clair’s Leica SNAPS—AL’s sweat-slicked hair, HAIDEN's
wild grin twitching with joy.
-Couples spill into classrooms, passionate and wild -
Urinals ripped of toilet walls- Firehoses shoved out
windows cascading down over the ecstatic crowd as they
spill into the street.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Musical","Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
A Night of Celebration and Uncertainty
EXT. TECHNICAL COLLEGE STREET - NIGHT
A crisp night thick with the scent of whiskey and
lingering cigarette smoke. Distant laughter echoes,
twinkling like stars in the dark sky.
AL stands outside, the afterglow of his performance still
igniting a spark within him.
HAIDEN, the life of the party, drunkenly slings an arm
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around GERALDINE. MIKEY and SIOBHAN exchange playful
barbs, their laughter ringing out like a lively reel in
the cool air. Nearby, the tow bar of a parked car
glimmers under the silver moonlight, a reminder of past
challenges.
AL
(grinning, but his
eyes troubled)
We really rocked it, didn’t
we..just hope the contest judges
feel the same.
MIKEY
The best..well second best night
of my life!
He winks at SIOBHAN, who smirks and rolls her eyes.
MIKEY
What do you recon?
SIOBHAN
(playfully
dismissive)
My Prince Charming.
HAIDEN’s grin widens, squeezing GERALDINE tighter.
HAIDEN
(eyes sparkling )
Just hope we don’t start turning
into pumpkins now it’s twelve.
SIOBHAN playfully slaps his arm. Geralding leans in,
voice teasing and conspiratorial.
GERALDINE
BB
Sure the night is still young.
EAMON and NIAMH linger, lost in the revelry. TERRY raises
a bottle taking charge of the moment.
TERRY
The Craic’s was ninety! Lets keep
this party rolling.
GERALDINE
(teasing)
My place then. The fridge is full!
(eyes AL)
Coming Al?..Or is your fancy
friend holding you up?
AL’s pulse quickens, eyes darting to CLAIR, who’s
trailing a fingertip along his car, utterly at ease. His
grin falters—a fleeting moment of doubt hangs between
them like a shadow.
AL
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(rushing)
Uh...Maybe?
HAIDEN slings an arm around Al’s shoulders, reeking of
whiskey and mischief.
HAIDEN
(low and playing)
The ‘Bhoys’ were raving about who
filled in for Kevin. Told ‘em
you’re one of us.
AL
(cheery)
Good oh. Thanks
(lower to himself)
Thank God.
HAIDEN subverts the moment, catching CLAIR’s gaze, a
mischievous smirk creeping onto his face.
HAIDEN
Posh too, a real catch AL! If I
was single...
CLAIR tucks a stray hair behind her ear, a small smile
lighting her face.
AL
(half joking the
glancing down)
Hope she’s not ‘too posh’ for me?
GERALDINE
(playful looking to
Haiden)
BB
Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do?
AL
(mock serious)
That’ll leave me plenty of scope.
The group bursts into laughter, casting playful jabs at
AL. SIOBHAN nudges him mischievously.
SIOBHAN
C’mon AL! Just ask if she’ll let
you take her home.
CLAIR remains by the car, her silhouette bathed in
moonlight, their eyes connect for a heartbeat, shimmering
with unspoken desire.
AL (V.O.)
(peacefully
whispering)
This is it... She’s the one I’ve
waiting for.. Don’t mess it up.
C
CLAIR steps closer, the gravel crunching beneath her
steps; the tow bar glistens, a portentous reminder.
AL
(breathless )
Can I give you a lift home?
CLAIR’s smile blooms—uncanny electricity sizzles between
them.
CLAIR
(teasing)
Thought you’d never ask.
AL
(anxiously excited)
By the way, the lads loved you.
They said you should photograph
the contest.
CLAIR
(ecstatic)
Really! My dad is sponsoring it.
That’s super.
She leans in, planting a quick peck on his cheek—
AL
I would really love to get to know
better Clair.
CLAIR’s smirk hints at something deeper, layering the
playful banter with unspoken connection.
CLAIR
(flirtatious )
Plenty of time for that.
WHAM! The tow bar connects with his shin. He stumbles,
BB
guitar case clattering noisily.
AL
(In pain)
Oh.shit! shit!
Hobbled, he rubs his shin, forcing an amused grin. CLAIR
scoops up his guitar. AL chuckles, pain and exhilaration
crashing within him.
AL (V.O.)
Maybe, just maybe, this is the
start of something beautiful.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Musical"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
Love Sick Blues
INT. AL’S CAR - NIGHT
Al slides into the car, the big leather seat slightly
worn beneath him. The scent of a bygone era mingles with
Clair's classic perfume—a heady mixture.
C
Outside, the streetlights flicker like distant stars
against the inky night, a soft backdrop to the intimate
cocoon inside the car. She flicks on the radio.
DJ O.S.
(smoky)
Here’s one for you lovers..out
there.. ‘Oh baby I love your way’
by Peter Frampton..
Al GRUNTS wincing as a flash of pain courses through
him. Clair watches, her eyes flickering over his face—his
pain, his pride, like a candle fighting the wind.
CLAIR
(Singing to the
track)
“Ooh baby I love your way”’ Are
you ok? Sweetie.
AL
I feel like I’ve been kicked by a
horse.
Clair plucks the cigarette lighter from the dash. It
glows like a tiny sun, illuminating her face.
CLAIR
(playfully)
Hold still.I’ll need to cauterise
the wound.
He HISSES through his teeth. Clair’s smile dims, her
fingers lingering near his thigh—an electric moment.
Sirens echo in the distance, amplifying the tension.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
(playfully)
...Or I could kiss it better.
BB
Strictly for medicinal purposes
only.
Her lips brush his leg—warm, lingering. His hand finds
hers, squeezing, a lifeline amid the uncertainty.
AL
(softly)
Diagnosis?
Clair leans in.
CLAIR
(whispering)
A serious case of love sick blues
me thinks.
Al’s thumb traces her jaw,the intimacy creating its own
world.
AL
Treatment?
C
Clair pulls the seat lever. It RECLINES with a sigh. The
moment stretching between them like a taut string.
His lips trail her neck, sending shivers through her. Her
fingers thread through his hair, their breath mingling in
the confined space, creating an intimate storm.
FACE OUT.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
22 -
Strumming Through Memories
INT. AL’S BEDROOM - AFTERNOON
As he strums, the TWANG echoing, a sudden GUNSHOT rings
out, slicing through the air—a FLASHBACK (DESATURATED,
GRAINY) that flickers. The acrid sting of smoke fills the
air, and Brookie’s soft whimpers dissolve into chaos;
laughter and horror wrap around him like a suffocating
cloak.
BACK TO PRESENT—A strong hand on the guitar.
AL
(To Bo, playful)
B F C and strings 1 E 2 A 4 G...
chord C. Like the fake license
plate, right BO? The perfect
inspiration.
Bo, tilts his head, matching his every strum,
SHELIA O.S.
(shouting upstairs,
voice edged with
warmth)
Dinner’s ready, son.
Al pauses mid-strum, exhaling like a deflating balloon,
BB
then bolts downstairs, Bo scrambling after him.
AL
Just a sec, Ma, gotta make a call.
FLASHBACK CAR
Clair gives him a big kiss, then opens her handbag. With
red lipstick, she writes her number on his forearm.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
Don’t forget me. Call soon.
He wipes his palm on his jeans, reading Clair’s
number—scrawled in red lipstick on his forearm .
The phone’s rotary dial ‘clicks’ with each nervous turn
resounding through the room.
Into phone,clearing his throat
AL
Hello. Can speak to Clair, please?
He paces the small room, the coiled cord stretching taut.
C
MAID
(polite, clipped)
May I ask who’s calling?
AL
Alister Hollins.
A beat. He chews his lip, envisioning Clair’s mansion the
faint sound of ‘Crystal Chandeliers’ by Charlie Pride
playing in his mind.
SPLIT SCREEN
CLAIR AL
(playful, breathy) Can’t wait to see them.
Ahh, it’s you AL. I was
hoping you’d call. The
photo’s are ready.
CLAIR AL
(beat) (forcing lightness)
Come round tonight, my
parents are throwing a Great... What time?
cocktail party.
Bo shifts closer, picking up on his owner’s tension.
Through the kitchen doorway, Sheila stirs the stew, steam
swirling up like his rising anxiety.
CLAIR AL
Seven-thirty onwards and Will do Kiss, kiss.
bring that cheeky charm of
yours. Kiss, kiss
END SPLIT SCREEN.
SHEILA O.S.
(sharp, cutting
BB
through)
Food’s getting cold. Love.
He hangs up MUSIC CUE ‘If Paradise is Half as Nice’ plays
softly in the background,underscoring his emotions.
DOUGIE
(teasing,eyes
searching)
Who’s the Kiss kiss for?
Al smirks, but his eyes flick to the window—past the
cramped row of houses, toward the distant glow of Kelvin
Grove, anxiety bubbling beneath the surface.
SHELIA
(Excited, wiping
hands on apron)
Met someone nice at the Tech?
AL
C
Yeh, Clair Suthertland.
The spoon clinks against Dougie’s bowl. Sheila’s stirring
slows.
DOUGIE
(whistles low)
The Sutherland’s of ‘BSR Factory’
fame.
AL
What the same BSR of my record
player?
DOUGIE
The very same. Jack‘s brother
Ronald.
Taken aback AL nods.
SHELIA
(muttering, stirring
stew)
Isabelle Thompson from down the
road, married Ronald.
Sheila bangs the spoon against the pot.
SHEILA
She now calls herself Isabella-
biggest snob in town, so we hear.
He fiddles with the guitar pic in his pocket, his anxiety
brewing as old insecurities surface.
AL
(deflecting)
It’s only a party, Ma.
BB
Al forces a wink at Dougie, but his reflection in the
hallway mirror—a working-class boy in a frayed shirt—
pierces through the bravado.
SHELIA
(firm, quiet)
Derry’s finest,Catholics and
Protestants will be there,funny
there’s no sectarian division when
it comes to money and class.
DOUGIE
Remember son. Nobody is better
than you-and you’re no better than
anybody else.
Dougie meets Sheila’s gaze and nods; she pulls out a
crumpled ten-pound note.
SHELIA
Here you better buy yourself
something nice to fit in.
C
AL (V.O.)
At least I’ll look the part... on
the outside.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
Chaos on Strand Road
EXT. DERRY STRAND ROAD - DAY
Al strolls down Strand Road with Bo, jittery with
anticipation for tonight with Clair.
Suddenly—Tear gas—a suffocating, chemical fog that clogs
nostrils and burns eyes.
Al marches forward, boots crunching over shattered glass,
each step heavy with dread.
Behind him, the Bogside riots Roar to life:
- Shattering bottles of petrol echoing like gunshots.-
Distant screams pierce the air, primal and chaotic.- The
thud of rubber bullets punctuating the violent symphony.
Bo strains at the lead, ears pinned back, Al presses a
hankie to his watering eyes, fighting back his own
UNEASE.
GANG LEADER DANNY O.S.
(bellowing)
THERE’S A FUCKIN’ ORANGEMAN
A PACK OF FIGURES surges forward—a frantic wave fuelled
by adrenaline and hate. Their LEADER, DANNY, charges
ahead, eyes blazing with a predatory hunger.
Al’s gut screams to run—but pride roots him to the
spot,each heartbeat a countdown to chaos. CRACK! A boot
BB
slams into his tailbone, pain surging up his spine—
Al’s fist clenches, a storm of fear and fury
brewing.Clair’s face flashes in his mind—her laughter
like a lifeline, igniting a spark of purpose.
WHAM! His right hook the attacker’s side of the jaw. The
man DROPS like a puppet with cut strings.
Bo’s growl syncs with the fire in Al’s veins, the dog
LUNGING, teeth sinking into a calf. A SHRIEK erupts,
uncertainty rippling through the gang’s ranks.
A SHRIEK pierces the air. The gang hesitates, fear
creeping into their adrenaline.
AL (CONT’D)
(to Bo gritted)
They won’t hurt you. Not while I’m
alive.
A NAIL BOMB BOOMS in the distance—debris rains like a
C
cruel omen. Al grabs Bo’s lead, heart pounding violently
against his ribcage—They can’t end like this, not after
last night, not now.
AL (CONT’D)
Run for it Bo!
They bolt into the smoke, leaving the gang’s curses
swallowed by the chaos. Al's resolve hardens with each
step; he’s fighting not just for himself, but the band
for Clair ensuring their night wasn't in vain.
Genres:
["Drama","Action","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
24 -
Defiance in the Face of Chaos
INT. SUMRA HOUSE - DAY
The door SLAMS SHUT, a resounding crack severing the
mob’s roar outside. The sound ECHOES through the cramped
shop, flooding it with tension, muffling chaos—shouts,
fists POUNDING against wood, he lock CLICKS.
Al’s heaving shoulders blot out the mob beyond—his face a
mask of rage, fists hammering the wood, voices primal.
The CLOTHES RACKS sway like spectral witnesses in the
sudden still.
NARESH
(voice shaky)
Al…what the hell?
The mob’s ROAR vibrates through the walls like a living
beast.
A BOTTLE SMASHES against the window—glass bursts into a
thousand glimmering threats,reflecting fragments of the
chaos outside.
AL
(gritted teeth)
BB
Ring the Police! Naresh!
He turns to Naresh, adrenaline sharpening his movements.
His eyes flick to a POSTER OF ROD STEWART—those red
Kickers boots glaring back like a reminder of a world he
longs to fit into.
AL
I though I ordered Kickers, not a
Kicking!
NARESH fumbles for his phone, fingers trembling like
leaves caught in a gale. His breath quickens, a recent
memory whispering dread.
NARESH
(dialling, frantic)
Shit-just keep them out! They…
stole all our gear last time.
GANG LEADER DANNY
C
(raging)
BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR DOWN, KICK
THE SHIT OUT OF HIS MANGEY DOG AND
THAT PAKI BASTARD.
AL’s gaze locks onto the FIRE EXTINGUISHER on the wall,
desperation igniting a fierce will. He SPRINTS for it.
OUTSIDE—THUNDEROUS BANGING. The LETTERBOX FLAPS OPEN. A
HAND snakes in, groping frantically for the lock.
AL grabs the extinguisher,BASHES THE HAND, YANKS THE
LEVER. It HISSES like an agitated cobra ready to strike.
He JAMS the nozzle through the letterbox, DEPRESSES THE
LEVER, heart pounding with fury and courage.
WHOOSH! A JET OF WHITE SPRAY blasts outward, a sudden
storm of retaliation.
GANG MEMBERS SCREAM, stumbling back in shock, in the haze
of foam and fear. The LEADER (DANNY) shrieks; wiping his
face—his eyes lock onto Al’s, a flash of heated
recognition igniting like tinder. Rage boils over.
NARESH freezes mid-dial, old fears creeping in—fragments
of his father’s shop—bricks shattering memories hover
around him. Then:
NARESH
(into phone)
It’s Naresh from Sumra’s —come
quick a mob is breaking in—!
AL KEEPS SPRAYING, teeth grinding with defiance. Liquid
vengeance coursing through his veins. Then—SIRENS. The
gang SCATTERS like roaches when the light flicks on.
Silence.
BB
Al SLUMPS against the counter, extinguisher clattering to
the floor. His hands tremble uncontrollably, the
adrenaline release crashing over him.
AL
(trying to laugh)
Christ... thought we were done
for.
NARESH stares at the door, then at Al. A beat of mutual
fear and survival.. POLICE BURST IN.
POLICEMAN
Are you all Ok? Gangs of
Republican youths marauding, the
streets looking for Protestants to
attack especially on Saturdays,
best to stay home. Dougie Hollins’
son, right? Are you hurt?
Al rubs his bruised tailbone, the physical pain echoing
the emotional scars.
C
AL
Only my pride. I won’t be sitting
comfortably for a while.
The officer hands them a card, a lifeline amidst chaos.
POLICEMAN
Call if they return. We’ll need
more info if we’re going to catch
these bastards.
As the POLICE EXIT, Naresh pulls out a stunning beige
tweed suit,an absolute gem.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
Nostalgia in Bloom
INT. GAULT’S SHOP - EVENING
A cozy corner haven, brimming fresh fruit and fragrant
flowers..
The bell JINGLES as AL steps inside, his new suit crisp
but his posture tense.
He pauses, running a finger over a velvety carnation
petal,, while the soft hum of Glen Campbell’s "By the
Time I Get to Phoenix" plays in the background, laced
with nostalgic warmth.
MR. GAULT (60s, weathered but warm) leans on the counter,
grinning knowingly. Behind him, a cracked mirror reflects
Al’s fragmented image—polished suit, wavering resolve.
MR GAULT
(jovial)
Evening Al, all dressed
up..what’ll will be?
BB
Al smiles, eyes drifting to a towering arrangement of red
carnations.
AL
(playfully)
A box of chocolates and two
bunches of flowers.
Mr. Gault plucks a box of "Black Magic" chocolates, his
grin growing wider, the lights of the shop reflecting
warmly on his face.
MR GAULT
(grinning)
Double date? Whose the lucky
girls?
AL
(with a twinkle in
his eye)
C
One for Mum—raised me right. The
other for Clair—raises my heart
rate.
A beat of hesitation. Al's gaze wanders to a display
labeled “Truffle Majesty” —a gilded box fit for royalty.
AL (CONT’D)
Something that says,I'm more than
just a boy from the ‘Fountain.’
Mr. Gault slides the ornate box onto the counter. Its
foil catches the light, casting a golden glow over Al’s
face, illuminating his longing.
MR GAULT
She must be really special.
AL
She is. Her mum’s Isabella
Sutherland.
MR GAULT
You mean Isabel from the poorest
family in Henry street.
Mr. Gault’s hands freeze. The radio CRACKLES—Glen
Campbell’s voice distorts into an old war tune, pulling
Mr. Gault back into memories.
FLASHBACK – MR. GAULT’S SHOP (1940s
A YOUNG ISABELLA (fierce in a patched dress and bare
feet) slams lots of pennies out of an old baked beans tin
on the counter, eyeing a giant chocolate bar.
YOUNG ISABELLA
I want the biggest and best bar of
chocolate in the shop.
BACK TO PRESENT
BB
Mr. Gault blinks, smiling. The jazz lingers, soft as a
whisper.
MR GAULT
(nostalgic)
Isabel... saved for months for
that bar of chocolate.
Al exhales, thumb brushing the gilded edge. Through the
window, a shrapnel-marked car waits outside, a stark
contrast to the looming Sutherland mansion in the
distance.
AL
(quiet)
Now. I understand her.
The silence wraps around them, thick with unspoken words.
MR GAULT
Never mind her, Your mum...she’s
‘my’ hero.
C
FLASHBACK – SHOP EARLIER THAT DAY.
MUSIC CUE ‘SUNDAY MORNING CHRISTIANS’ BIG TOM.
STAUNCH PROTESTANT BUSYBODIES sneer at Sheila, their
voices dripping with malice.
BUSYBODIES
We hear your son’s playing in the
Fenian contest at our Guildhall.
He’s a traitor.
In defiance, SHEILA CRACKS eggs on their heads, unfazed.
SHEILA
(smirking)
The yolks on you. You narrow
minded Sunday morning Christians.
BACK TO PRESENT
AL
(laughing)
That’s my mum -An Aussie battler.
Mr. Gault pushes "Black Magic" Chocolates over toward
him, eyes carrying understanding.
MR GAULT
(Firm)
Give these to your mum. Your money
is no good here tonight.
Al stands stunned, gratitude mingling with surprise. The
bell JINGLES as he exits.
Al smirks, slipping into the driver’s seat, flowers
perfuming the air as excitement flickers.
AL
BB
(still smiling)
Did Mum tell you about today?
DOUGIE
(intrigued)
Not a thing, why?
AL
I’ll tell you later, Da.
FADE TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
A Night of Rejection and Redemption
EXT. SUTHERLAND MANSION - NIGHT
A MAID, crisp in her posh uniform, surveys Al’s suit and
Kicker red boots. A faint ‘click’ of her heels echoes as
she steps forward,eyes narrowing.
MAID
(cooly,eying his red
C
boots)
This is a VIP only affair.
He glances at the mansion’s lit windows, which loom like
judgmental eyes,laughter from within teasing him.
AL
(forceful,voice
cracking slightly)
I’m a guest. Clair’s expecting me.
MAID
(skeptical,laughing
eyeing his red
boots)
Ha very funny, clowns round the
back entrance.
With a final huff, she SLAMS the. A moth flutters against
a light, an echo of struggle in its dance. The door slam
resonates, a painful reminder of past indignities.
FLASHBACK
A young AL in uniform, knees bent, stands before the
HEADMASTER, head hastily turned from PRINCE MICHAEL as he
receives his punishment, a caning that burns worse than
the pain,reflects a boy learning about the harshness of
class.
PRESENT
SUDDENLY— the door swings wide. CLAIR emerges, a
whirlwind in a champagne sparkling designer mini-dress
that catches the moonlight, Boz Scaggs’ "Low Down" spills
out behind her, mingling with the scent of jasmine and
cigar smoke.
BB
AL (V.O.)
At least someone has good taste in
music.
CLAIR
(mock-scolding the
Maid)
Maggie, this is Al. My guest. (To
Al, grinning) Sorry——she’s got my
mother’s snobbery down to a Tee.
The Maid flushes, retreating. Clair’s perfume hits Al
like a velvet punch,stirring both desire and self-doubt.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
A Night of Enchantment and Unease
INT. SUTHERLAND MANSION NIGHT CONTINUOUS
He stumbles over the threshold, his reflection warped in
the gilded foyer mirror the opulence- crystal chandeliers
hanging from the ceiling.
AL V.O.
Oh the Crystal Chandeliers light
C
up the paintings on your walls.
Paintings, pictures of a world he be barely understands.
AL
(enchanted)
You look… stunning .
CLAIR
Look at you-quite the toff.
Their chemistry sparking like a live wire. Clair buries
her face in the flowers, diamond earrings catching the
light.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
Are those flowers for me? And
Mum’s favourite chocolates, whose
a clever boy then?
Their embrace lingers, his calloused fingers brushing
against her silk dress.
He takes the Chocolates,and flowers toward an extravagant
bouquet from HUGO. Al places his modest flowers atop it,
feeling the weight of inferiority.
AL V.O.
(self-deprecating
singing C.C.)
Never did fit in to well with the
crowd you knew, it plain to see
that the likes of me don’t fit in
with you.
Clair pulls him toward the party, her voice softening as
she senses his discomfort. Their fingers brush—electric.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
BB
(whispering)
Come on. Let’s scandalise the
champagne set.
MANSION LIVING ROOM LATER
The sumptuous room a cross between old family money charm
and Isabella’s brash 1970’s modernism. Guests draped in
tailored tuxedos and elegant gowns glide around
them,their laughter like chimes.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
See, V.I.P’s from both sides. It’s
like we’re in a different country.
AL
(nodding)
So I see.
-Clair drags him to the bar.
CLAIR
Two Rusty nails please Paul? Use
C
Daddy’s Black Bush and ‘heavy’ on
the measures.
Paul hands them the drinks.Al scans the room, beautiful
façades hiding depths of pretence; his heart races behind
glass.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
Cheers! Welcome to Kelvin Grove.
Clinking glasses, but Al's smile falters, his eyes
momentarily drifting elsewhere as an ELDERLY GUEST
approaches with a raised eyebrow.
ELDERLY GUEST
(curiously)
And who might you be?
CLAIR
(cheeky)
Al’s my lover.
The guest narrows their eyes, skepticism evident, before
turning away. Al's discomfort washes over him again.
AL
(whispering)
You didn’t tell me it was black
tie.
CLAIR
(mischievously)
Of course not. Come let me show
you around.
As Clair leads him through the opulent mansion, every
step echoes the differences in their worlds.
BB
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
Clash of Dreams and Expectations
INT. CLAIR’S DARKROOM MANSION = LATER
Dim red light fills the room, film hanging like ribbons
soaking in Technicolor. Clair's fingers glide over the
edges of the vibrant images, her eyes sparkling with
reverie.
She clicks the slide projector on; it whirs to life,
illuminating a past she’s captured in stillness.
CLAIR
(lovingly slapping)
Well... Just don’t stand
there..What do you think?
AL
(impressed)
C
It’s like you breathe life into
every frame.
CLAIR
(shrugs and smiles)
You’re not just stroking one’s
ego, are you?
AL
(earnestly)
No, I meant it. I was raised to
tell the truth.
CLAIR
(grateful)
Good answer! My world can get so
stuffy I want freedom, real people
real laughter,not the fake
friendships at parties. Mummy
thinks to marry ‘well’ should be
my career.
Mulling over her mums beliefs.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
(angrily)
This is 70’s for God’s sake! I
want to be a photographer like
Catherine Leroy or Lee Miller. So
people here see the raw truth
about how violence solves nothing.
It all begins here with ‘The
Troubles’
As Clair passionately expresses her dreams Al inches
closer, drawn by her fervour.
AL
(quip)
You’ll get plenty of reality in my
life.
BB
CLAIR
Moments like this, makes it all
worthwhile!
AL
(considering)
What if it’s not all it’s cracked
up to be? Just like my song for
you?
CLAIR
(intrigued tickling
him )
And who’s the hero in my song?
She wraps her arms around his neck pulling him close.
AL
(softly)
You, of course. Always you.
C
Their lips gently brush together gazing into each other
eyes her perfume igniting his passion reminding him of
their first night Clair’s holds Al tighter as their kiss
deepens.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
(flustered and turned
on)
Come on..we better get back…Before
we’re missed.
BACK TO MANSION LIVING ROOM
RONALD (50s, silver fox charm) materialises, clinking
scotch with the MAYOR.
Across the room,talking to Sir Ian Mc Causland and his
son Hugo, ISABELLA observes from behind her champagne
flute. Her Cartier bracelet glimmers like a poised dagger
RONALD
(Al, extending a
hand)
Clair’s Hero! Jack spoke highly of
your bravery.
AL
(modest)
Just did what anyone would do.
CLAIR
He’s not only ‘modest’ but a
brilliant guitarist and a
songwriter too.
Ronald’s eyes light up. The MAYOR grins, nodding in
approval.
RONALD
BB
The closest I get to making music
these days is crafting record
players. I hear your band’s in the
contest?
MAYOR
(grinning)
I hope you win Al, tell Dougie I
owe him a pint.
Isabella glides over, her smile frosty.
MUSIC CUE "This Masquerade" by George Benson plays,
filling the air with a bittersweet edge.
ISABELLA
(icy,to Ronald)
Darling, Hugo’s asking about the
hunt ball.
RONALD
C
Later...
CLAIR
Mum this is AL, he brought you
your favourite box of Chocolates.
ISABELLA
(looking down her
nose)
Really? And how would the likes
you know that?
AL
(holding steady)
Mr Gault.
As Isabella's cheeks flush crimson, Ronald senses the
tension and endeavours to lighten the mood.
RONALD
(cheerfully
dismissive)
AL come check out my Album
collection. I had a band,
guitarist, with Jack once...
(indirectly at
Isabella)
Those were the most carefree days
of my life.
As Ronald leads Al away, Isabella’s gaze locks onto
Clair.
CLAIR
Whose Mr Gault?
ISABELLA
(changing the
subject)
BB
When will you stop entertaining
strays... Hugo the most eligible
bachelor in Northern Ireland.
CLAIR
Aren’t they Catholics.
ISABELLA
Money has no religion-but it’s
self
CLAIR
And what about love?
Isabella's lips tighten, fading warmth.
ISABELLA
Love doesn’t pay the bills!
CLAIR
C
(defensive)
Oh Mummy,give it a rest!
ISABELLA
(with a hint of
regret and
vulnerability)
My first boyfriend,he was a
dreamer,promised me the world,
got nowhere. I don’t want you to
waste your time.
Al, overhearing, feels the tension curling in his
stomach, his eyes reflecting the weight of their worlds
colliding. The party’s roar fades to a dull hum as he
searches Clair’s face for an ally.
FADE TO BLACK:
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
Midnight Intrusion
INT. CLAIR’S BEDROOM MANSION LATER-NIGHT
A lavish sanctuary, trophies gleam in the faint light,
each an echo of Clair’s triumphs—equestrian victories,
hockey medals, and a faded David Essex poster proclaiming
youthful dreams.
AL, cocooned in silk sheets that carry the lingering
fragrance of Chanel No. 5, tightens his grip as a CREAK
slices through the stillness.
The door cracks ajar, revealing ominous shadows.
MUSIC CUE: ‘Hold Me Close’ – David Essex.
AL (V.O.)
(singing.softly)
“Hold me close don’t let me go”
CLAIR, cascading curls cascading over bare shoulders,
glides in, her sheer negligee shimmering in the
BB
moonlight.
CLAIR
(teasing, but soft)
Looks like someone is thrilled to
see me.
Al’s eyes stay shut. A nervous smile breaking the
tension. His thumb traces the sheet—tight, restless.
AL
(voice steady,
playful)
Just a stroke of good fortune...
She bites his ear...a thrill coiling through him tight as
a spring.
AL (CONT’D)
(nervously)
C
Clair... what if they hear us—
Clair straddles him, warmth bleeding through the silk,
their intimacy blooming in the darkness.
CLAIR
(playful)
Shhh...just relax
AL
(Whispering eyes
wide)
Someone’s coming.
CLAIR
(playful carefree)
I know, you too you cheeky boy.
But I’d rather not let my dad
catch us like this-
Then—A KNOCK. They freeze. The door knob TURNS. Clair
pulls Al closer, murmuring for him to hide beneath the
sheets.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
(declaration,ragged
breaths)
Who is it. Get out!
RONALD
(slurred but
deliberate)
Oops...wrong room...
Clair’s breath hitches. Al’s heart races echoing the
distant thud of music from the party below.
CLAIR
BB
(relived,but sharp )
Daddy! You should knock before
entering a lady’s boudoir?
RONALD
(quietly)
Sorry...
Ronald steps back, eyes downcast, and bolts out the door,
which swings shut behind him.
Al exhales, running a shaky hand through his hair. Clair
collapses beside him, laughter fading as she studies
him—the sweat on his brow, the dread in his eyes.
CLAIR
(softly)
Well, that was a close one,huh?
Not now I imagined tonight...I
better go, Al just in case…
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AL
(quiet, raw)
I don’t want your parents to see
me as a no good dreamer.
Clair’s gaze softens as she brushes her fingers along his
arm, her grip tender yet firm, grounding him.
CLAIR
Win that record deal. That will
show them.
The echo of Clair’s laughter over the music slowly fades
after the screen goes black.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
30 -
Morning Tensions
INT. CLAIR’S MANSION BEDROOM - MORNING
CLAIR steadies herself, tray wobbling in her unsteady
hands as she inhales the weight of her family legacy.
The door creaks open, revealing CLAIR, draped in silk
pyjamas that catch the morning light, giving her an
ethereal glow. She glides in, balancing an overflowing
tray.
AL stirs from sleep, rubbing his temples, the rhythm of
his restlessness syncing with Clair's careful tread
across the room.
CLAIR
(playful, but edged)
Rise and shine, sleepyhead! Did my
father’s unceremonious entrance
last night disrupt your dreams?
BB
AL’s brow furrows; hand pauses mid-drum. He tears a piece
of bacon, shredding it absentmindedly, a distraction
from his racing thoughts.
AL
(fidgeting)
It’s just... hard not to worry
about it.
Clair’s smile dims momentarily, revealing a glimpse of
her own worry before she recovers, brushing up against
his shoulder, a soothing presence amidst the tension.
CLAIR
(cheerful,tinged with
concern )
Oh, darling. Don’t sweat it, I’am
the one that came to you.
Here voice drops,conspiratorial. A glint in her eye.
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CLAIR
How if you had snuck into my room,
the words ‘Shotgun’ and ‘Danny’
comes to mind’
AL stiffens, his grip on the bacon tightening, the
crispness a stark reminder of his unease.
AL
(unsure)
So...they won’t throw me out?
She moves closer, her voice a gentle tease now layered
with honesty.
CLAIR
(joking,but not)
Relax...it’s Mother you should
worry about. Her tongue is the
sharpest blade in this house.
Her fingers linger on her top button—slow, deliberate.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
Lets make the morning a little
more... adventurous, before she
gets here!
AL’s breath hitches as the button slips free—skin
revealed,and then she snaps it back with a smile that
almost feels like an apology.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
(mocking innocence)
BB
Only kidding!
AL clutches his chest, feigning shock, Clair pulls a
raunchy PHOTO from her pocket, pressing it gently into
his palm—upside down.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
For your song...just in case you
need a dose of inspiration.
Al turns it over.
AL
(earnest)
Wow! This… is what I needed.
Clair blows a kiss, sashays out—then hesitates at the
door. She glances back, her pyjama bottoms dipping just
enough to leave a lingering ache in his chest.
AL V.O.
C
(quiet, fervent)
I’ve got to finish her song
something worthy of her-a hit.
The morning light feels heavier now—hungry. The coffee’s
cold, untouched.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
First Impressions
EXT. AL’S HOUSE DAY
Al's excitement flickers with anxiety as he climbs out
the drivers side of the E-Type.
AL
(nervous hopeful)
Would you like to come in? Tea?
And Mum’s famous shortbread..
..every bite a taste of heaven - I
promise.
Clair hesitates, glancing at her reflection in the vanity
mirror— a fleeting moment of doubt crossing her face as
she adjusts her hair.
CLAIR
(anxious,vulnerable)
I’am not even wearing any
makeup...
AL
Mum says “It’s what’s in the
inside that counts.”
CLAIR
(teasing yet
resolute)
True..Although first impressions
always count.
BB
She catches Al’s gaze, eyes searching for reassurance,
crafting the version of herself she wishes to show.
Dabbing on some Channel no5-
CLAIR
(quiet,self
reflective)
Now I know how Al must have
felt... What if they don’t think I
‘am not good enough for their son?
With renewed determination, she steps out,taking a deep
breath and straightening her blouse, the morning sun
catching the gleam of her confidence.
The scene HOLDS, the car radio playing JOE DOLAN “ YOU’RE
SUCH A GOOD LOOKING WOMAN” faintly mixing with the gentle
rustle of leaves. Somewhere, a dog barks, lending an air
of normalcy to the moment.
AL (V.O.)
Hope mum an dad like her as much
C
as I do.
The engine of the Jaguar ticks as it cools,and the
world outside spins on,blissfully unaware.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
32 -
A Tense Welcome
INT. AL’S KITCHEN - DAY.
The sweet aroma of d shortbread wafts through the
kitchen, bathed in golden light that dances off the
floral-patterned curtains fluttering lightly with the
breeze from the open window.
AL enters, his face aglow with the kind of pride that
purrs like a content cat. He sets his acoustic guitar
down by the telephone and crouches to greet BO, whose
whole body wags enthusiastically.
DOUGIE
You’re back. How was it?
AL
(grinning)
Great, Da! She even let me drive
the E-Type here...felt like we
were starring in ‘To catch a
Thief’ cruising to Monaco.
DOUGIE
And the Party?
AL
For them, life is like their TV’s-
a world bursting colour. While
ours... it’s only in Black and
white.
DOUGIE
Her are her parents?
BB
Al hesitates, a flicker of anxiety crossing his face as
he wrestles with their expectations. The kitchen’s homely
charm contrasts sharply with the pressure he feels.
AL
Her dad’s is just like Jack. Tough
but fair. But her mum is... let’s
just say ’Diamonds are a girls
best friend’
SHELIA
((without turning)
It’s always the women who come
from nothing, marry someone rich,
turn into the biggest snobs. And
what of Clair?
AL
As for Clair—you can find out for
yourself-she’s outside.
Sheila fidgets with the hem of her apron, her eyes dart
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across the messy counter, acutely aware of Clair's
potential judgment.
SHELIA
((panicked, wiping
hands on apron)
Stone the crows—Clair’s here?
The kitchen, once a haven, now feels chaotic to Sheila as
she spills flour across the counter. BO barks excitedly,
adding to the frenzy.
SHEILA
Oh goodness! She’ll think we live
in a pigsty!
DOUGIE
Relax, love! You’re not her mother-
in-law ‘yet’
SHELIA
(flustered)
Dougie. Smarten up! Al help me—
KNOCK, KNOCK at the door.Anticipation apparent in his
eyes. He steels himself, tousling his hair one last time
—his reflection in the MIRROR revealing his nervousness.
He SWINGS THE DOOR OPEN. CLAIR stands there, illuminated
brilliantly, a vivid splash of colour against the
backdrop of the bustling kitchen. BO trots over,
instantly smitten by her presence.
CLAIR
(Apologetic,smiling)
Best I could do on short notice!
AL
Beautiful as always.
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CLAIR
Hello Bo, your daddy told me all
about you.
She bends, feeding BO a piece of smoked salmon from the
Doggy a bag she brought..His adoration for her is instant
and infectious,drawing a genuine smile from Al.
AL (CONT’D)
Mum and Dad are...just sprucing
up. Come in!
He leads her into the kitchen—a SOUND of the dough cutter
clatters behind them, bringing a laugh from Clair.
Their eyes meet, a silent understanding bridging their
separate worlds. For a heartbeat, Al's tension eases, but
doubt lingers, whispering the question:
AL (CONT’D) (V.O.)
What could a girl who has it all
C
possibly see in me?
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
33 -
A Moment of Connection
INT. AL’S LIVING ROOM – DAY
Homely and lived-in, framed photos hint at a glamorous
past.
Clair's eyes linger on a photo of Sheila in a fur coat
and Dougie suited, beaming as newlyweds on a ship.
CLAIR
(gesturing to the
photos)
They look like film stars.
DOUGIE enters, tie half-done. CLAIR hands DOUGIE a bottle
of her dad’s best whiskey and a box “Truffle Majesty"
chocolates the ones Al bought for her mum.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
Dad thought you might like this Mr
Hollins. And Mum gave these
chocolates for you Mrs Hollins.
SHELIA
Call me Shelia no formalities need
here.
AL gestures puzzled. Clair mimes ‘mum didn’t deserve
them’.DOUGIE
(eyes light up)
Thank you, but just call me
Dougie.
Clair's gaze shifts to another photo—young Dougie on a
racehorse.
DOUGIE (CONT’D)
BB
That’s me before the war — a
jockey in England.
CLAIR
Steeplechase or Flats?
DOUGIE
Flats-steeplechases are too
dangerous on the horses.
CLAIR
You’re welcome to come over and
ride ours anytime.
DOUGIE
I might just take you up on that.
A shared value linking them. Sheila enters with a
tray—teapot, cups, milk, sugar, and shortbread. The sweet
aroma of warm shortbread fills the air.
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SHELIA
How do you take your tea, Clair?
CLAIR
Milk no sugar please.
Dougie attempts to grab a piece of shortbread- Sheila
gently slaps him in the hand.
SHEILA
Guests first.
Dougie grins sheepishly as Sheila hands Clair a piece,
promising a tender explosion of flavour.
CLAIR.
(with delight)
Yum! They’re super.
AL watches CLAIR with a mix of admiration and sadness —
how effortlessly she fits in.
CLAIR.
(soft to Sheila)
You have such a cosy home.
Sheila relaxes, as if Clair's words made a home for
herself too.
CLAIR
I was just telling Al how
glamorous you both look. How did
you meet?
DOUGIE’s eyes twinkle as helps himself to CLair’s whiskey
adding the Pineapple -aide. Clair looks puzzled but
intrigued.
BB
DOUGIE
Got a taste for this in the
Pacific...
(he saviours a sip)
I was in the Navy- a Kamikaze
attacked our ship, ended up with
shrapnel in my shoulder. Sheila
was a nurse on my ward in Darwin.
CLAIR’s admiration softens with a hint of something
deeper.
SHEILA
He was full of that Irish charm
back then...the rest is history as
they say.
CLAIR
(dreamy,but a flicker
of envy)
That’s so romantic! Like something
out of an old black and white
C
film.
Clair’s smile falters-shadows crossing her features.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
(checking watch,
grimacing)
Oh—’Mum’s lunch’. I’ve got to run.
Thanks for your wonderful
hospitality.
The room deflates like a ballon. Al walks her to the
door,his face unreadable, drowning in his own internal
war.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
(softer, more
deliberate)
Your Mum and Dad are lovely.
She leans in—a lingering KISS on his cheek,the warmth
trailing through him.
CLAIR (CONT’D)
Bye for now..call me.
Clair takes a deep breath, pausing outside the door.
AL watches her, a sadness etched on his face concluding
with a quiet yearning.
AL
(whispers, barley
audible)
I love you.
Al holds her gaze a moment longer, hoping she hears him.
She turns back slightly, hair swaying in the wind —
smiling, innocent.
BB
FADE OUT
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
34 -
Shattered Dreams
INT. AL’S HOUSE KITCHEN - DAY
The radio croons Perry Como’s"I Love You So." SHEILA
scrubs dishes at the sink, her movements in sync with the
music. A faint CRACKLE interrupts the melody—just for a
beat—before it resumes.
AL bursts through the door, his face lit up with a smile
that glimmers with the thrill of blossoming romance.
DOUGIE lounges in a chair, newspaper in hand,headline’
RECORD ENTRIES FOR CONTEST’. Smiling with pride his eyes
flicker mischievously above the page.
DOUGIE
(leaning back,
mischievous)
Smart ‘and’ a looker, She’ll keep
you on your toes!
C
SHEILA glances over, curious and slightly amused.
DOUGIE (CONT’D)
...Just like you, Sheila.
SHEILA chuckles, shaking her head as she wipes her hands
on a towel, eyes sparkling with affection.
Sheila hands him his-steaming mug ,he traces the edge
with his thumb—a silent promise to himself.
SHEILA
(softly)
She’s a keeper, son.
AL’S FACE—contentment flickers, then stills as Dougie
speaks.
DOUGIE
By the way Haiden called, he wants
you to ring him straight back.
AL sets the mug down—a faint CLINK as the warmth of
earlier fades. He hesitates, a shadow crossing his face.
INT HALLWAY –
Al picks up the phone, glancing at Auntie Joyce’s
postcard of Melbourne’s sun-soaked beaches, its vibrant
colours.
He taps his fingers on the receiver—a staccato rhythm,
like a drumroll, the heartbeat of his racing thoughts.
SPLIT SCREEN
AL (CONT’D) HAIDEN (V.O.)
(cheery) The good news or the bad?
BB
Hi H. What’s up?
AL HAIDEN (V.O.)
The good. There’s is no good. Kevin
got out. He wants back in
the band.
His hand GRINDS the receiver against his ear,disbelief
creeping in.
AL
How could he... it’s our band now
we’ve come so far.
Al’s LEG KICKS OUT—his guitar CRASHES to the floor. The
STRINGS SNAP like fragile dreams shattered against a cold
reality.
HAIDEN (V.O.) AL
(Worried) (whispering)
He’s looking for you. Stay I can handle him. He’s not
C
safe! going ruin everything.
He SLAMS the door behind him, the echo vibrating through
the house, stirring the very walls as if they tremble
with his internal war.
BACK IN THE KITCHEN
Sheila’s hands TREMBLE.
Al’s favourite MUG slips—SHATTERS on the tiles.
CLOSE-UP – SHARDS GLINT like broken promises. Sheila
stares, voice fraying.
Dougie’s hand grips her shoulder. Steady.
Sheila’s gaze flicks to the postcard—‘Melbourne’s
beaches, a world away’.
SHELIA (O.S.)
We should of stayed in Australia-
at least only snakes and spiders
try to kill you there.
Genres:
["Romance","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
35 -
Unity in Adversity
EXT. HAIDEN’S HOUSE - NIGHT.
A dark, heavy fog clings to the ground, shrouding
Haiden's house in mystery. A distant explosion pierces
the stillness, a chilling reminder of the world
outside—of chaos and unrest.
Al stands at the door, guitar gripped tightly like a
lifeline—each scratch and dent on its body sings of
battles fought and won, both on stage and off.
AL (V.O.)
Kevin I’am ready for you.
BB
The night holds its breath,charged as Al’s heart races
beneath his ribcage. Then—KNOCK. The sound SPLITS the
silence,like a gunshot.
The door CREAKS open, revealing a weathered newspaper
lying on the floor. The flickering light illuminates the
headline: ‘U.V.F.(LOYALIST PARAMILITARY GROUP) KILLS FOUR
CATHOLICS AND FIFTY INJURED IN HILLCREST BAR BOMBING.’
Yvette stands in the doorway, shadows dancing across her
face. Her trembling hand brushes his arm—a touch that
lingers.
YVETTE
(soft urgent,checking
outside)
Al. What are you doing here? Come
in quick.
She steps aside.Al hesitates, pulse throbbing in his
throat.
C
AL
I can’t believe he’s out of
internment...
His fists clench, raw energy radiating off him.
AL (CONT’D)
Is he here?
Yvette’s jaw sets as if shoring up her strength; she
grips his wrist, grounding him with fierce determination.
YVETTE
(fierce whisper)
He’s gone. I won’t let him near
you boys ever again.
Al’s eyes lock onto Eamon’s battered eye—purple swelling,
In three strides, he’s there. Fingers hover near Eamon’s
cheek, trembling like leaves in the wind.
AL
(hoarse)
Kevin did this?
Eamon touches his cheekbone, hissing, a smirk flickering
despite the pain.
EAMON
(grinning through
pain)
His way of saying "I’m back” in
the band.
HAIDEN steps forward, arms crossed—a buffer between chaos
and calm.
BB
HAIDEN
He accused Eamon of being a
traitor letting a “Orangeman’ fill
in for him. Took a punch for you.
Al’s throat bobs. He grips Eamon’s shoulder—gratitude and
guilt twisting his stomach and sorrow flooding his
features.
AL
You didn’t have to do that for me.
EAMON
(grinning through
pain)
This band and contest the only
thing saving me, from being
dragged into his IRA bullshit.
TERRY leans against the wall, arms tight across his
chest, fidgeting with a music sheet.
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TERRY.
(light, but strained)
Ma whacked him with a broom.
Nearly took his head off.
MIKEY mimes the swing, humour momentarily brightening the
gloom.
SIOBHAN
(cutting)
That bully-broom dodger.
Yvette moves to Al’s side, her shoulder pressing against
his—solid against his.
YVETTE
(low,for Al alone)
We’re all family here.
Al exhales, the tempest in his eyes hardening into
resolve. Haiden nods firmly. Terry pushes off the wall,
relief flooding his features as Eamon finally sees the
truth. They converge—shoulders brushing, hands clasping
forearms, sealing an unbreakable bond.
AL
We won’t let anyone take what’s
ours. To Amethyst.
The room erupts with enthusiasm, fists raised, voices
united, the air humming with camaraderie.
THE BAND
Amethyst! Amethyst!
FADE OUT.
BB
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
36 -
Harmony in the Garage
INT. GARAGE HAIDEN’S HOUSE
AL
I need some help with my song
Terry.
AL hands over the music sheet,his fingers lingering on
the chords.
TERRY
Let me see. This sequence... it’s
like nothing I’ve ever seen
before. How the hell did you come
up with those chords in that
sequence?
AL
Got it from the bombers car number
plate.
Terry, the ever-eager technophile, sets up his new state-
of-the-art cassette player, adjusting the mic with
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careful precision.
TERRY
Well it sure works.
AL
(smirking)
Yeah? Just wait until you hear it
all together.
AL glances over at EAMON, who is warming up with a
soft melody, his fingers dancing across the strings,
while MIKEY taps the base drum.
HAIDEN
(watching closely)
Al, you might want to slow down
that intro a bit, give it room to
breathe.
AL
(with determination)
It needs to build! Trust me, it’s
all part of the magic.
A sudden crackle erupts from the cassette player.
TERRY
(groaning)
Ugh, not now...
MIKEY
(grinning)
C’mon Terry! Just imagine the
people dancing to this. Don’t let
a little tech trouble ruin our
vibe.
BB
TERRY
(struggling)
Yeah,easy for you to say.
As the discussion intensifies, Al’s brow furrows, a
glance at the bruise on Eamon’s face brings memories of
Kevin back.
HAIDEN
We’ve come this far together.
Let’s not Kevin’s visit haunt our
sound.
A unified silence fills the moment, Haiden’s words
lingering. Then, one by one, they nod, rallying their
spirits.
AL
(resolutely)
Alright, let’s get this right.
For all we’ve been through.
C
PRAISES HEAT UP as their energy merges—a close-up reveals
sweat glistening on their foreheads, fingers flying in
sync. With the final note rang, they pause, eyes meeting,
breathing heavily yet spiritually connected.
AL
(voice steady)
This song for all of us, and
for facing what’s ahead.
They share a moment of fierce determination, their
camaraderie solidified as they look forward to the battle
that looms.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Music"]
Ratings
Scene
37 -
Confrontation in the Shadows
EXT. OUTSIDE HAIDEN’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Al strides out to the street. He halts, taking a moment
to breathe. Hand in his pocket as his fingers brush
against the cold metal of the bullet.
From a nearby van, a RADIO crackles to life, Dana's "All
Kinds of Everything," the sweetness warped by static,
contrasting with the growing tension in the air.
Suddenly, a blinding impact. Al's skull RINGS as the
ground rushes up, his vision blurring into blackness. The
last thing he hears is a faint, mocking LAUGH echoing
through the night—a sound hauntingly familiar. Darkness
swallows him whole.
INT. KEVIN’S VAN - NIGHT
A SHARP PRICK—Al GASPS awake. Cold metal bites into his
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cheek. His fingers graze something warm and sticky.
Overhead, a flickering interior light projects jagged
shadows. The surreal sound Dana’s “All kinds of
everything” playing in the background.
KEVIN looms from the shadows, a terrifying silhouette of
rage, balaclava clinging to sweat-slick skin, eyes
blacker than the void.
KEVIN
Wake up! Trying to take my fucking
place in the band. You Orange
fucker! Even turning mey brother
and the my band against mey!
He YANKS off the balaclava, revealing a face ravaged by
fury, "TIOCFAIDH ÁR LÁ" etched into his neck like a
brand.
KEVIN
((mocking,low)
C
Danny left you still ‘breathing’ I
won’t.
Al’s pulse ’hammers’. Kevin DRIVES the gun into his ribs.
Cold metal promising death.
AL
(gritting teeth)
Always knew you wouldn’t have the
‘bottle’ to face me man to man.
KEVIN
(hums)
“Wild Rover," Yeah. Fitting isn’t
it, the last thing you’ll hear.
The hammer cocks—KA-THUNK. Empty. For the briefest
moment, Kevin's grin falters with unease, flickering like
the overhead light.
The chamber rotates. A SINGLE BULLET catches the light.
HIS LIFE FLASHS BEFORE HIS EYES MONTAGE (YELLOWS/REDS)
-HIs first 12th -Rainbow car crash and the funeral.-Bo
curled up snoring in his guitar case. -The garage bomb -
the acrid smell-Danny chasing him and BO - Sumra’s shop -
The Tech gig.
- Clair at his house with his mum and dad. The smell of
shortbread -We’re in the finals —The band playing 'Wild
Rover.'
The music FUSES with the present—a fleeting warmth
piercing through the dread. A sudden FLASH of Eamon's
black eye.
UNCLE WIILY (V.O.)
If all else fails go for the
balls.
BB
AL
(low, fierce)
This one’s for Eamon, Yvette and
every note the band ever played..
Al’s grip tightens around Kevin’s valuables—fingers
curled like iron, filled with desperation.
AL (CONT’D)
And for Jack’s fucking garage.
The revolver CLATTERS to the floor. Kevin SCREAMS,
lunging forward.
Al assessing the chaos—the gun, Kevin, the chill of the
night pressing against him—then KICKS the van doors
open—COLD NIGHT AIR pours in.
EXT ROAD NIGHT CONTINUOUS
Al stumbles into the street,adrenaline surging. Kevin’s
rage radiates like heat.
C
KEVIN
(raging)
You come near the band again! I’ll
fucking kill them! And you-
Wouldn’t be the first, Orange man!
Al BOLTS, guitar slung tight—a talisman of his past and
potential future. Suddenly, the distant RADIO BLARES BACK
TO LIFE, the sound of Dana’s voice rising, blending with
the pounding of Al’s heart-—a soundtrack to his
resolve,echoing the lyrics of endurance.
SMASH CUT TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
38 -
Shattered Reflections
INT. AL’S KITCHEN - NIGHT
A kettle SCREAMS, steam curling upward.AL staggers in
panting, blood mixed with sweat trickling down his
temple.
He catches his reflection in the hallway mirror—a
stranger. Bo runs out body shaking with happiness to see
AL, Bo paws AL’s leg as he bends down/
AL
(quietly)
What am I going to say to them BO?
The kettle whistles again,a sound that feels almost
mocking.
DOUGIE rushes over to support him, concern etched on his
face, eyes heavy with unshed tears.
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DOUGIE
(low strained)
What the hell happened son?
Al’s jaw tightens. He grips the countertop, the wood
creaking under his grip.
AL
(gritting his teeth)
Kevin. Eamon’s brother.....
SHELIA
Oh God! Look at you. You can’t go
back up there. Not ever.
SHEILA fumbles for TCP, hands shaking. She dabs his
cuts.He winces at the sting,a spark in the darkness.
AL
(gritting his teeth)
C
I came out of Haiden’s when he
jumped me from behind. Next thing
I came around in the back of a
van, managed to escape.
Her hand lingering on Al’s shoulder a calming weight. A
long beat of silence fills the kitchen. Sheila’s tears
spill silently as Dougie exchanges a look with her, their
hearts heavy.
AL
I thought... I could face this.
DOUGIE
(interrupting)
Its not just about your resolve.
Family means facing it together.
HALLWAY-MOMENTS LATER
Al hovers over the phone like a diver poised to plunge,
desperate for solace. A faint voice in his mind
echoes—Clair’s laughter, a bittersweet symphony.
AL (V.O.)
At least Clair's still in my
corner.
Dialling, he uses his GUITAR PIC. Each click rings louder
in the stillness.
SPLIT SCREEN
AL ISABELLA
(hopeful,trembling ) (Cagey)
Hello, is Clair there Who’s asking?
please?
BB
AL ISABELLA
It’s Al. Clair’s friend (cold, clipped)
from your party. Oh, it’s you. The
dreamer.She’s... getting
engaged to Hugo at the Hunt
Ball.Forget her. It’s over!
FINISH
Al's mouth opens in disbelief, yet no words come. The
line goes DEAD. The receiver CLATTERS to the floor,
echoing his heartache.
Rory Gallagher’s "I Fall Apart" DRIFTS in, amplifying the
irony of his despair.
INT – AL’S BEDROOM
He collapses onto the bed. BO nuzzles his hand. Music
sheets scatter—Clair’s song, fragments of memory. A tear
rolls down his cheek. BO curls against him, an unyielding
comfort against the void inside him.
FADE TO BLACK.
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Genres:
["Drama","Family"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
Shattered Bonds
INT. HAIDEN’S HOUSE NIGHT
A damp, oppressive night. The porch light FLICKERS like a
warning signal. Yvette’s hand hovers over the doorknob,
hesitating— A suffocating silence wraps around her.
Suddenly— The door BURSTS open. KEVIN storms in, the
Webley revolver glinting ominously. His eyes are WILD,
breath RAGGED— Yvette STAGGERS back, lips trembling. A
TEAR tracks down her cheek as memories flood her mind.
YVETTE
(whispered,
shattered)
Kevin please…Can we talk about
this. We took you in after...after
your Da beat you both in a drunken
rage. Can’t we find a way back?
The camera DRILLS in on the gun, the cold metal
reflecting the harsh light. Eamon shifts behind Yvette,
beads of sweat forming on his temple. Kevin’s gaze zeroes
in on Eamon’s bruised eye—
KEVIN
(low, dangerous)
Where’s the Prod?
Eamon steps forward, sweat on his temple. His black
eye—Kevin’s handiwork—THROBS sharply
EAMON
Jaysus Kevin, take it easy. He’s
not here. Just us, family.
Siobhan edges closer, voice SOFT but urgent
SIOBHAN
BB
Please Kevin, this isn’t the way.
Kevin's grip on the gun loosens, lowering the gun down
for a second as the words sink in.
A sudden flash of AL running away from the van crosses
his mind, causing a painful twitch at his temple as he
paces, lost in thought.
KEVIN
(MOCKING)
You let that Orangeman take my
place in MY BAND!
Terry clenches his fists, stepping forward, his resolve
steely.
TERRY
(quiet intensity)
You think it your band? It’s
always been OUR band.
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Haiden takes a step forward, heart pounding.
HAIDEN
You’ve been used Kevin. Your dad
didn’t die from a rubber bullet,it
hardly touched him,he died of the
drink.
The gun CREAKS under the weight of Kevin’s turmoil, his
finger dangerously close to the trigger.
KEVIN
(convincing himself)
You’re a liar! Why are you siding
with him?...You’re all Traitors!
Anger and propaganda destroying any rational thought.
AIMS Down the barrel—at each of them..
KEVIN (CONT’D)
The Brits and the Loyalists are
the enemy stopping us getting a
United Ireland! Do youse not get
the picture?
HAIDEN stands firm, voice trembling yet resolute.
HAIDEN
You’re the one who chose 'The
Cause' All we care is about the
music, live and let live.
Kevin shoves the barrel into Haiden’s chest. A GASP
escapes Yvette; her fear palpable in the air.
SUDDEN CLICK. The hammer CCKS back. An icy shudder sweeps
through the group like a death knell.
BB
KEVIN
Go against me again and you’ll all
suffer.
He STORMS off into the rain, the sound of his footsteps
swallowed by the growing chaos outside.
Yvette, stands motionless, tears mingling with the rain
cascading down her cheeks.
A distant SIREN WAILS as Eamon head in hands. Terry
mutters a silent prayer. Siobhan grips Mikey’s arm, fear
in her eyes.
HAIDEN
(whispering,broken)
He’s gone... So is Al and our
record deal.
FADE TO BLACK.
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Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
Morning Resolve
INT. AL‘S BEDROOM - MORNING (DAY OF THE CONTEST)
Al lies in bed, sunlight spills through frayed curtains,
casting kaleidoscope patterns that morph into the her
LAUGH ECHOING AS THE GHOSTLY SILHOUETTE fades across his
walls.
He WINCES, touching the bruises on his ribs—KEVIN’S
HANDIWORK. Then—SLAM. The needle drops. The room EXPLODES
with Rory Gallagher’s guttural riff from "Bullfrog
Blues."
RORY GALLAGHER (V.O.)
Well did you ever wake up with
that one woman on your mind.
MEMORY
Al, in his marching band uniform, drenched in summer
rain, his heart racing, yet alive. DOUGIE twirls his
mace, shouting over thunder:
DOUGIE (O.S.)
Eyes forward, son! Derry walls may
meander, but we march straight!
PRESENT - BO BARKS -Al’s eyes SNAP OPEN.
As the song crescendos, a spark ignites in Al's chest. He
rasps along with the record, his voice gaining strength,
a warrior preparing for battle:
AL
(with ferocious
resolve)
BB
‘We’ll did you ever… wake up with
that one Clair on your mind.
A deeper ache forms behind his determination as he say to
Bo:
AL
What if she’s already engaged to
Hugo?
Bo slurps his face in support.
He swings his legs out of bed, the music PUSHING HIM
FORWARD. THE GUILDHALL CLOCK CHIMES 10AM—a call to
destiny.He BURSTS into the kitchen.
INT KITCHEN-CONTINUOUS
Sizzling bacon. Sheila flips it with a fork. Dougie
scrubs dishes, the door swinging wide like a DECLARATION
of intent. Al stands tall, collar popped, infused with
the fire of a preacher. Dougie and Sheila turn, faces
lighting up in a mix of pride and concern.
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AL
(Quoting the hymn)
NO SURRENDER! Some think it's all
in vain. But I’ll fight KEVIN the
IRA for the band and Hugo-if it
means winning Clair back!
Dougie grins, wiping his hands. Sheila steps closer,
studying Al’s bruised face.
SHELIA
(proud)
Sometimes, there’s no option but
to stand up a fight for what’s
right!
Dougie CLAPS Al’s shoulder—STEADY, UNSHAKABLE.
DOUGIE
We didn’t surrender to King James
leading the French! Same with
us—I've got a battle plan.
He throws down a crudely drawn map of the walls,
scattered with scribbles and notes.
SHELIA
(smiling but
concerned)
Plan? I am going to that contest
and no one is going stop me
either.
DOUGIE
Meet me on the Walls at three, all
will be revealed. But first go and
win over...
BB
AL
(with fierce resolve)
Clair. BO do you want to come a
run in car later.
Bo wags his body in excitement. Sheila exhales, then
smirks playfully.
SHEILA
(grinning, softly)
You can't win on an empty stomach.
Three (looking at Bo) and a half
Kangaroo free-Ulster fry’s coming
right up!
The aroma of bacon, sausage, and home wraps around Al
like a warm embrace. The music swells, merging HOPE AND
URGENCY.
EXT, SUTHERLAND MANSION- DAY
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RONALD
(dryly)
Al, here to bribe the sponsor or
just bleed all over my porch.
Al steps inside. The air is thick with jasmine and
vanilla and old money—Clair’s perfume. His gaze snags on
the staircase: a gallery of gilt-framed ghosts..
RONALD (CONT’D)
Been in the wars?
Al touches his forehead, where a plaster peeks through
his disheveled hair. He forces a chuckle, attempting to
mask the aching pain beneath.
AL
You should see the other guy.
The grandfather clock TICKS ominously in the silent room,
a metronome for the unspoken tension.
Al’s smile fades as his fingers twitch toward her
photograph on the mantelpiece, caught between longing and
dread.
AL (CONT’D)
(quiet,urgent)
Mrs. Sutherland told me Clair’s
getting engaged to Hugo. I’am here
to tell Clair I love her.
Ronald’s jaw tightens in response, a storm brewing in his
eyes. The clock CHIMES NOON, each dissonant gong striking
like a hammer.
RONALD (CONT’D)
(low, deliberate)
BB
Clair’s her own woman she would
never get engaged to that
buffoon... so that was Isabella’s
little rouse... to marry her off
at the Hunt Ball, little does she
know they were trying marry Hugo
off,for our money-they’re
bankrupt.
Ronald's expression softens momentarily, the flicker of
empathy hinting at shared loss, before he steels himself
again.
RONALD (CONT’D)
(sympathetic)
Don’t end up like me Al,always
working, never home, using the
excuse that making money is a way
of caring. I should have been
there for Clair and Isabella.
Al’s eyes flash. Ronald grips his shoulder, the weight of
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a father's regrets settling heavily between them.
RONALD (CONT’D)
I’ve got to make amends. I’ll ring
them now. See you at the contest?
AL
(Enthused with a
sparkle of hope)
Come what may, Tell her I’ll play
her song.
As he opens the door, the faint sound of her song swells,
lifting his spirit before the door CLICKS shut behind
him.
For the first time in days, a genuine smile breaks across
his face, sunlight piercing through the clouds besieging
his heart.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Musical"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
Echoes of Unity
EXT. TOP OF DERRY WALLS - DAY
The historic siege walls loom over the city, siege
cannons silent but imposing. The Cathedral tower rises in
defiance, its Union Jack snapping in the wind.
The BAND stands in crisp uniforms, pride etched into
their faces. The air smells of damp stone and distant
smoke.
AL, penny whistle in hand eyes trace the walls as distant
drums, cannon fire, and shouts (echoes of the Siege)
weave into the wind—a ghostly rhythm. The legacy weighs
heavy. Clair’s absence heavier.
AL
I thought I could change the city
uniting it through music. I Guess
I failed.
BB
Beside him, SHEILA beams, her excitement infectious.
SHELIA
(s tear glistening,)
Because of you AL, your Dad and
the pipe band are playing ‘Irish’
folk songs ...I‘ve been waiting
years to hear this.
Al: his warmth flickers in a soft smile.
DOUGIE, charismatic and heartfelt, steps to the
forefront, ‘a mace held aloft like a beacon’.
He pauses, drawing in a deep breath, capturing the moment
with intensity,he surveys the crowd, his face—weathered
but fierce.
DOUGIE
(commanding, yet
personal)
Today, we’re not just marching;
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we’re telling the stories woven
into these walls. Who’s with me?
We must honour those brave souls
who stood their ground here. Just
as they fought united, we must
hold on together.This isn’t just
music,it’s our heart and soul,
united.
CUT TO the faces of the band members: GRAHAM, eyes
shining; UNCLE WILLY, jaw clenched in determination;
ROBERT, nodding fiercely.
DOUGIE (CONT’D)
But let’s remember, not everyone
will welcome us.
INTERCUT
Al’s gaze drifts momentarily to the distant hills, where
shadows linger, a faint memory of his confrontation with
Kevin flickers in his mind—a painful mix of anger and
regret.
DOUGIE
(voice softening)
Like our ancestors, we carry their
legacy, and we cannot forget why
we’re here, for our children’s
future.
The band erupts into spirited shouts of "Amen!" and "No
surrender!" The echoes resonate—freedom, pride, unity.
As Dougie gestures towards the walls, the history swells
around them. The UNION JACK flaps ominously in the wind,
hinting at the challenges that lay ahead.
Genres:
["Drama","Historical"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
The Hunt for Kevin
EXT. CREGGAN ESTATE - DAY
BB
The drumming begins as a whispered heartbeat, slowly
building in intensity, erupting into a wave of sound that
sweeps over the walls. A mural of Bloody Sunday looms
heavily above them. The ground beneath reflects green,
white, and gold as Irish flags flutter in the Creggan.
FOUR IRA MEN - DANNY, the gang leader, showcasing his
intense, cold gaze as he surveys the area. Shadows twist
with menace in his hardened expression, dressed in dark
greens and greys.
They climd into a dark van, while MarTin leans against
the passenger window, a pistol tucked into the back of
his waistband.
MARTIN
(in a mixture of
gaelic and english)
Kevin robbed the post office
taking all our dole and pension
money..I ordered him to keep a low
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profile...and now the fucker is
playing in the contest. No one
disobeys my orders. Don’t come
back without him...
GANG LEADER DANNY
(caught between
divided loyalties)
We’ll bring him back Martin. I
swear.
BACK TO
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
43 -
Harmony on the Walls
EXT. TOP OF DERRY WALLS - DAY
The BAND lines up,Al glances at the Guildhall clock—3 PM.
The chimes break the charged silence, ringing out like a
challenge. Dougie stands before them, mace held high.
WILLY, drumsticks poised, waits for Dougie’s cue.
AL
(to Dougie,slightly
tense)
I hope your music can appease
them.
DOUGIE
We’ll soon find out...Ready Willy!
The band tap their feet in unison,their anticipation
palpable, collective breath held in suspense.
UNCLE WILLY
A one..A two..A three..
The LAMBEG DRUM thunders, sending the band into an
explosive rendition of "The Black Velvet Band," charging
forward together.
BB
From a distance, a YOUNG BOY watches, wide-eyed, a
tricoloured badge pinned to his jacket. He takes a
tentative step forward, his heart racing, caught in the
band’s fervour. Children race alongside, laughter
bubbling over as they reach Ferry-quay Gate, where
Republican slogans brush the walls.
The boy tugs at Al’s sleeve, voice trembling but brave.
YOUNG BOY
(hesitant)
Mister… can I join? Mammy says
it’s only for Loyalists.
Al crouches to meet the boy’s gaze, seeing in him a
reflection of his own youthful hopes and fears.
AL
(softly,)
When I was about your age, got my
guitar, a forever best friend,it
helped we through thick and thin.
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Al hands the boy the whistle—a musical magic wand.
AL
Blow into it, you’ll find your own
rhythm,maybe even lead this band
someday!
As the boy plays, the notes rise above the thundering
drum, drawing the attention of both the band and the
onlookers. A ripple of applause spreads through the
crowd, a shared affirmation. Sheila leans into Dougie,
whispering.
SHELIA
(whispering)
Look at him go. Music really does
bring us together.
Genres:
["Drama","Music"]
Ratings
Scene
44 -
Harmony and Tension
INT. GUILDHALL MONTAGE - DAY
The beat of the marching band pulses down the walls,
resonating with a rhythmic urgency.
GUILDHALL STAGE
Stained glass bathes the choir in blood-red glow, their
voices soaring as BISHOP KELLY leads them in a heartfelt
rendition of "Danny Boy.” The audience sways, faces
etched with raw emotion.
NIALL KELLY, with his wife on violin, enchants the crowd,
weaving melodies of both joy and sorrow.
CLADDAGH The Irish dance group tap dance in prefect
rhythm as fast as rapid gunfire.
INTERCUT
BB
IRA VAN: Danny PACKS HIS PISTOL, the sound ominously
resonating against the drumbeats.
As the LAMBEG DRUMS strike with ferocity, the tension
mounts. DANNY and his men SLIP BACKSTAGE, engulfed in
shadows, their breath hitching in the heat of the moment.
The drums reverberate, almost as if anticipating the
clash that looms.
Al, eyes gleaming with determination, whispers to
himself: "Unity is fragile. We must hold on.” His
reflection captures the intertwining legacy of music and
the weight of the conflict they now face.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Musical","Historical"]
Ratings
Scene
45 -
Unity Amidst Chaos
INT. GUILDHALL - BACKSTAGE - DAY.
Shadows cling to KEVIN and the band as they shuffle
backstage, discomfort radiating through the air.
C
The bright stage lights spill through the curtains,
casting AMETHYST in a shimmering purple hue.
As they tune their instruments, all wearing purple
bandanas around their arm as a wake and each note is a
fragile attempt to drown out the echo of AL’s absence.
KEVIN, sharp in designer black, leans against the stage
edge, smirking like a dagger, but a flicker of insecurity
betrays his bravado.
KEVIN
(mocking, voice
dripping venom)
What’s this no AL? Guess youse
finally face the truth. I ‘am’ the
band.
A beat. The murmurs of the audience fade to silence,
KEVIN’s pulse syncing with the fevered beat of an
approaching Lambeg drum.
He turns — AL strides onto the stage, leading the PIPE
BAND, electric energy radiating from them.
The IRA MEN step out from the shadows, their grim faces
cutting through the atmosphere. AL recognises Danny from
the Sumra attack
KEVIN’s eyes dart between them and AL, catching the
flicker of panic behind AL’s steeled expression. DOUGIE
steps forward, his voice steady yet intense, commanding
respect.
DOUGIE
(voice steady but
intense)
We stand united. We don’t want any
trouble. This is about my son
reclaiming his rightful place in
the band.
BB
A hush blankets the crowd, laughter and music silenced as
DOUGIE's heartfelt plea resonates deeply,a hushed “AMEN”
from the crowd.
GANG LEADER DANNY
(defensive, edging
toward panic)
....We’re only here for Kevin. He
disobeyed a direct order...
Kevin’s eyes widens with fear, darting between the IRA
men and the exit stairs, back to AL. KEVIN BOLTS DOWN THE
SHORT BACK STAIRS, AL bolts after him, adrenaline
surging.
At the bottom of the exit door, KEVIN waits, pulse racing
as he flicks open a SHIMMERING STILETTO KNIFE, its blade
gleaming ominously. The lock of their eyes tightens, a
fierce power play enveloping the space.
KEVIN
(low,lethal)
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Now I’m going slit you open, till
all your Orange blood runs dry.
Silence hangs thickly between them, an unspoken
understanding flickering.
AL
That blade only reflects the
coward that you are.
AL’s heart races, but he stands rock-solid, like a
seasoned chess player anticipating Kevin’s every move. He
sidesteps, the blade slicing coldly past his side, a
whisper of danger brushing his jacket fabric.
UNCLE WILLY (V.O.)
Stay calm. Predict the move.
As AL’s eyes fix on the knife, the precarious edge
glinting in the dim light, he reaches out, fingertips
grazing the cold metal before he seizes KEVIN's wrist in
an unyielding grip.
With a fierce twist, their bodies strain against the
tension, KEVIN’s bravado falling apart, his arm bending
unnaturally behind him.
AL (CONT’D)
Remember when you said ”You’ll
never play again?
With a CRACK, the knife crashes to the floor, the sound
reverberating like a final nail in KEVIN's coffin.
The IRA men, tense at the stairs, watch as KEVIN glances
up toward the stage door where muffled cheers pierce the
heavy atmosphere.
BB
AL SHOVES KEVIN toward the IRA men, turning his back to
walk away —
GANG LEADER DANNY (V.O.)
Kevin you’re done for. Martin
wants a word with yea.
FACE OUT.
INT. GUILDHALL - BACKSTAGE
HAIDEN, TERRY, MIKEY, and EAMON wait anxiously as AL
reappears, a wave of relief washing over their faces, joy
radiating in his presence.
EAMON steps forward, holding a crumpled AUSTIN'S
DEPARTMENT STORE BAG, extending it toward AL.
AL opens it to reveal the PURPLE CRUSHED VELVET JACKET
they had admired together in a shop window. A small tear
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wells in his eye.
EAMON
Welcome back,brother.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
46 -
A Night of Celebration and Reflection
INT. GUILDHALL - FRONT STAGE
RONALD, sensing the audience’s restlessness, takes to the
microphone, addressing them.
RONALD
Let’s have a round of applause for
our talented performers and the
team behind this show.
The audience hesitantly claps, uncertainty thickening the
air, unsure if what they witnessed was staged or reality.
RONALD (CONT’D)
And now, give a thunderous welcome
for final act of the night..The
incredible..Amethyst!
HAIDEN strides onto the stage, followed by TERRY, MIKEY,
and EAMON, each taking their place with instruments in
hand. HAIDEN steps forward, enthusiasm igniting his
voice.
HAIDEN
Good evening Guildhall ..We have a
special song by AL just for you
lovers out there, on this
wonderful evening.
Music ‘SONG FOR CLAIR’
A pulse of anticipation ripples through the crowd as AL
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walks out in his purple jacket, guitar slung across his
shoulder. The familiar chord strikes up, and the hall
buzzes with energy.
AL’s heartbeat quickens as he scans the audience. A flash
of disappointment washes over him before CLAIR appears,
radiating in the crowd and waving. Her presence reignites
the flame within him.
HAIDEN begins a cappella, his voice soaring as it pulls
the band into a hypnotic rhythm. The audience sways,
caught in the enchantment of the music.
The haunting melody fills the air, silence enveloping the
room. As the song draws to its touching conclusion, a
tidal wave of applause erupts. The warmth of appreciation
envelops AMETHYST as they take their bows.
RONALD (CONT’D)
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And now for the moment you’ve all
been waiting for... Please, a big
round of applause for Derry’s
favourite son, Phil Coulter!
PHIL COULTER strides on stage the crowd erupting in
reverence.
PHIL COULTER
(Smiling, loving
being there)
Good evening Derry.
The audience chants his name, building excitement.
PHIL COULTER (CONT’D)
What a night of talent we’ve
experienced...
Phil opens a golden envelope with the winner’s names
written inside.
PHIL COULTER
The winners of the dance category
are... Claddagh!
Screams are heard from the girls as they run on stage to
collect their trophy.
PHIL COULTER
And for the choir section... St
Columba’s Choir.
The Choir takes the stage, beaming, led by BISHOP DALY,
his face as happy as if he had just converted a
Protestant.
PHIL COULTER
BB
And now, the overall winners of
the night...joining my exciting
new record label
Phil holds up the cheque.
PHIL COULTER
And cheque for 5000 pounds folks.
He pauses dramatically, causing hearts to race.
AL
(heart pounding)
Please...
PHIL COULTER
And the winners are... Amethyst!
The band erupts in pure unfiltered joy, AL beaming as he
embraces his band mates. They leap across the stage,
HAIDEN taking the cheque from Phil, the audience erupts,
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shouts of "Amethyst!" Ringing through the hall, a
euphoric chorus.
HAIDEN
Thanks Phil, you’re a legend.
HAIDEN beams and hands the cheque to AL, who stands,
overwhelmed.
AL
(tears streaming)
For those who are no longer with
us.Let’s carry their spirit in
every note, as we rebuild our
community through music
He raises the cheque up high. The crowd erupts in cheery
chanting.
CROWD
(chanting)
One more song! One more song....
HAIDEN
This one is for you-The people of
Derry & Londonderry !
AL looks at the band, the energy palpable but a hint of
panic surfaces.
AL
(to band)
Where’s Terry.
With a thunderous roar, the imposing grand organ with
it’s 3132 pipes at Terry finger tips kicks in, seamlessly
transitioning from Bach's Toccata to the lively rhythms
of "Wild Rover." The tension melts away into joy, and the
BB
band comes alive, AL’s eyes finding CLAIR’s, a promise
unspoken.
They invite CLAIR and her mother onstage, and HAIDEN
calls forth familiar faces, igniting the crowd with a
raucous rendition of 'The Wild Rover.' The IRISH DANCERS,
the CHOIR, music blending together, a celebration of
their journey depicted in joyous harmony.
The Guildhall brims with enthusiasm; AL stands hand in
hand with CLAIR, his chosen family beside him. Offstage,
PHIL smiles at the scene—a moment of unbreakable unity.
The music surges as the entire cast celebrates the night
together, laughter and melody intertwining, filling every
corner.
The energy culminates as the crowd claps and sings, a
vibrant tapestry of connection.
MUSIC CUE: "The song for Clair" by Amethyst.
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THE END
PROLOGUE
WITH PHOTO.
OLDER AL (V.O.)
In 2024, Clair, my wife of over 35
years, were fortunate to meet Rory
Gallagher’s brother, Donal, and
his son, Daniel, at an auction of
Rory Gallagher’s guitars and
equipment. As we stood before his
famed Stratocaster and Martin D35,
the memories came flooding back...
Our next gig was at Kelly’s in Portrush, commemorating
the fourth anniversary of the tragic car accident that
took the lives of my four band members of Rainbow on
their return from our gig there.
The boys of AMETHYST agreed to perform at the Protestant
Bar and Club, stating that if I could break down the
barriers with music, so would they. This night remains
engraved in my heart.
Paparazzi-style 35mm photos flash:
Terry is till in his recording studio helping up and
coming musicians from both sides to make it.
Mikey and Siobhan had ten children and many grand
children, in 2000 Mikey was re-united with his mother who
only lived two streets away,they visit her every week.
Well know in town Haiden helps with local charities
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helping both sides of the community and still plays
regular local gigs with Geraldine his biggest fan.
Yvette and Micky along with some old members of the Show-
band played old favourites on Wednesday nights at the
Plaza till the 1990’s. The plaza is still going today.
Ronald and Isabella moved to the coast after selling the
business— life of togetherness and golf till their dying
days.
Jack let Dougie his house near the garage and moved into
the Sutherland Mansion breeding race horses with Dougie
as the Jockey and trainer, becoming a local hero, winning
his last race at 72. He passed away at 95 in 2016. (Photo
with trophies) Sheila still resides in that same house,
healthy and well.
Kevin and Danny never went back to Martin,both on the
IRA’s wanted list escaped abroad never to be seen again.
Years later Eamon moved to England believed to have met
up with Kevin.
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The PALACE cinema transformed into a music bar, now
called Silver Street the essence of Derry still echoing
through laughter and song.
The Rocking Chair still a famous part of Derry’s music
and Bar scene.
The walls of Derry defiant hold their stories; the legacy
of the Siege forever etched in history, reminding all of
resilience and unity as communities melt together.
THE MUSIC NEVER STOPPED.
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INSPIRED BY MY EXPERIENCES DURING THE ‘TROUBLES’ IN THE
1970’S
The Good Friday Agreement came into effect in 1998,
terminating almost 30 years of what was known as ‘The
Troubles’:
Total dead: 3,720 with over 50% civilians. Total injured:
47,500+. All casualties: 50,000+. Total bombings: 16,200.
Shootings: 36,900. Northern Ireland stil remains part of
the United Kingdom.
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