Andrea Corr - Summer Sunshine

INT. IRISH COUNTRYSIDE COTTAGE – SUNSET

The air glows golden through the lace curtains. Andrea Corr, in a soft knit sweater, sips tea by the window, concern written across her face. Joe and Nelly – aka “Jelly” – sit across from her, casual but electric with a shared spark.

ANDREA CORR
Everyone says Jim’s lost it… Conspiracies, satellites, Big Pharma, all of it. But maybe he’s just—
(sighs)
—gone too far this time.

JOE
(leaning forward, earnest)
Andrea… Jim’s not crazy. He just knows too much. That kind of truth burns in the soul. Makes normal life feel like a lie. I’ve seen it.

Nelly nods, holding Joe’s hand.

NELLY
We’ve both seen it. That fire. But don’t let the world snuff it out of him. They call people mad when they step off the path.

JOE
(to Nelly, then back to Andrea)
You know I’m yours, babe. Forever. But I’ve got female patients too. People in pain. I heal what I can.

NELLY
(smiling knowingly)
And you never give them the “bad touch” like those Rockefeller nuclear medicine creeps.

JOE
(grinning)
Hell no. I’m not perfect, but I try. That’s all we can do, right? Try with everything we’ve got. And if you try…

NELLY
(with him)
…nothing’s impossible.

JOE
We’re not here for fame or filters. We’re here to build. To love. To do it better.

NELLY
To beat KIMYE at their own damn game.

JOE
(chuckling)
They had the hype. But we’ve got the heart. And the truth.

Andrea looks up, misty-eyed, her faith in her brother – and in Jelly – quietly restored.

ANDREA CORR
Maybe it’s not madness. Maybe Jim’s just ahead of his time.

JOE
(softly)
Or maybe the rest of the world’s just late.

The three raise their mugs. Outside, a soft Irish breeze lifts the curtains as the sun dips lower, casting everything in a warm, defiant glow.

FADE OUT.