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'This is the story of Roy O'Brien. | 0:00:04 | 0:00:07 | |
'He lives in an ordinary house on an ordinary street. | 0:00:07 | 0:00:10 | |
'The only trouble is, he doesn't look very ordinary. | 0:00:10 | 0:00:13 | |
'All Roy really wants is to fit in, | 0:00:13 | 0:00:16 | |
'but it's very hard to stay out of trouble when you're a cartoon.' | 0:00:16 | 0:00:20 | |
ROYYYYYY! | 0:00:20 | 0:00:23 | |
ROYYYYYY! | 0:00:24 | 0:00:26 | |
ROYYYYYY! | 0:00:28 | 0:00:30 | |
CHOIR: ROY! | 0:00:36 | 0:00:38 | |
'It's Saturday, and Maura is hosting the Sandyford Ladies Book Club.' | 0:00:40 | 0:00:45 | |
-Becky! -What? -You're supposed to be helping! -I am. | 0:00:45 | 0:00:49 | |
Don't mind the book, we'll get the DVD. | 0:00:49 | 0:00:52 | |
Can't tell you how excited I am. | 0:00:53 | 0:00:55 | |
And nervous. I mean, getting an invitation to join is a big deal. | 0:00:56 | 0:01:00 | |
Sandyford. | 0:01:02 | 0:01:03 | |
Myself and the ladies shall arrive promptly at 2pm this Saturday, | 0:01:07 | 0:01:11 | |
you will receive us warmly with light refreshments, | 0:01:11 | 0:01:13 | |
then you may take our coats - | 0:01:13 | 0:01:14 | |
which are to be hung up properly on sturdy, wooden hangers, | 0:01:14 | 0:01:17 | |
not tossed carelessly in a pile on somebody's bed, do you understand? | 0:01:17 | 0:01:20 | |
-(Yes, yes.) -Good. | 0:01:20 | 0:01:23 | |
And, Moira, remember, you're not in Ballyfermot any more. This... | 0:01:23 | 0:01:29 | |
is Sandyford. | 0:01:29 | 0:01:31 | |
How long before we can go home? | 0:01:36 | 0:01:38 | |
Well, if your mother's book club thingy is a success, a few hours. | 0:01:38 | 0:01:42 | |
-And if it goes badly? -Ha! About a week. | 0:01:42 | 0:01:45 | |
-What are we supposed to do in the meantime? -You know what? | 0:01:45 | 0:01:48 | |
-I have an idea. -What? -No, trust me. You'll love it. | 0:01:48 | 0:01:54 | |
Right, before we break... | 0:01:55 | 0:01:59 | |
-let's run through the rules. -Put the balls into the holes? -Nah. | 0:01:59 | 0:02:04 | |
Well, yes, yeah, but there's more to it than that. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:08 | |
-Chillax, Da, I'll figure it out. -Right, first things first. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:13 | |
I want you to hit this cue ball... | 0:02:13 | 0:02:15 | |
into that pack of reds... as hard as you can. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:18 | |
DRUM ROLL | 0:02:26 | 0:02:27 | |
You were right. This game is brilliant! | 0:02:33 | 0:02:37 | |
-Can I go upstairs and read? -Stay, and help me greet my guests first. | 0:02:38 | 0:02:41 | |
DOORBELL RINGS | 0:02:41 | 0:02:42 | |
And remember to be polite and charming - | 0:02:42 | 0:02:44 | |
and to put the coats on the wooden hangers, not the wire ones. | 0:02:44 | 0:02:48 | |
SHE EXHALES QUICKLY | 0:02:48 | 0:02:49 | |
BOOK CLUB LADIES: Ooh! | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
-Gloria! -BOTH: Mwah, mwah! | 0:02:52 | 0:02:55 | |
-Welcome! Nice to see you. -BOTH: Mwah, mwah! | 0:02:55 | 0:02:59 | |
-Come inside. Oh, Amanda. Alywn! -BOTH: Mwah, mwah! | 0:02:59 | 0:03:05 | |
-Lovely to see you. Nola! -BOTH: Mwah, mwah! | 0:03:05 | 0:03:09 | |
Ooh, yes. I'm warning you. | 0:03:10 | 0:03:15 | |
Doesn't Moira have a charming little home, ladies? | 0:03:17 | 0:03:22 | |
It's just amazing what can be achieved on a | 0:03:22 | 0:03:24 | |
tight little budget nowadays. | 0:03:24 | 0:03:26 | |
What are you, an interior designer? | 0:03:28 | 0:03:31 | |
-POSH VOICE: -Ladies, have you met my daughter Rebecca? | 0:03:31 | 0:03:34 | |
It's lovely to meet you, Rebecca. | 0:03:34 | 0:03:37 | |
-It's Becky. -Oh, Rebecca, take the ladies' coats, please. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:41 | |
Make yourselves at home, I'm going to get some refreshments. | 0:03:41 | 0:03:44 | |
Thank you, Rebecca! | 0:03:49 | 0:03:51 | |
Charming. | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
-Right, here, try it again. -Which colour? -The blue. Go on. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:08 | |
-Great shot, son! -Hey, you two, keep it... | 0:04:12 | 0:04:16 | |
Tubbs O'Brien? | 0:04:16 | 0:04:18 | |
I don't believe it, it is you. Talk about a blast from the past. | 0:04:19 | 0:04:24 | |
-Clive "The Tornado" Butler. -How are you keeping these days, Tubbs? | 0:04:24 | 0:04:29 | |
-What brings you to, eh, MY snooker hall? -Tubbs? -I'll explain later. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:36 | |
Why don't you explain now? | 0:04:36 | 0:04:38 | |
We used to play each other in tournaments. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
Tubbs was the top dog in his class, in his age group. | 0:04:42 | 0:04:46 | |
Until I came along. What was it again? | 0:04:46 | 0:04:49 | |
Oh, yeah - five whitewash victories in a row, to me. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:54 | |
Poor old Tubbs lost his bottle after that. | 0:04:55 | 0:04:57 | |
Had to give up the game altogether. | 0:04:57 | 0:04:59 | |
-Is that true, Da? -It's that long ago, son, I don't really remember. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:05 | |
Well, I do, because I'm the one who put you into early retirement. | 0:05:05 | 0:05:09 | |
Now Roy's trying to play snooker too! How funny is that? | 0:05:11 | 0:05:15 | |
Not funny at all, Declan. | 0:05:15 | 0:05:17 | |
We're here to train, not to get distracted by these...tourists. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:21 | |
You should be ashamed of yourself, Tubbs. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:25 | |
This...is a cathedral of snooker. Silence is golden. | 0:05:25 | 0:05:32 | |
Yeah, sorry, we'll try and keep it down a little bit. | 0:05:32 | 0:05:36 | |
Yeah, you better. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:39 | |
Who does he think he is, giving out to us for having fun? | 0:05:39 | 0:05:42 | |
He is a four-time Irish amateur champion. | 0:05:42 | 0:05:45 | |
And you know what else he is, son? He's right. | 0:05:45 | 0:05:48 | |
Snooker's no laughing matter. | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
-Right, we're going to start playing properly from now on. -With a cue? | 0:05:52 | 0:05:57 | |
Yes, with a cue. Come on, your break. | 0:05:57 | 0:05:59 | |
Ah-ha! | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
-It's going great. What do you think? -Whatever you say... | 0:06:02 | 0:06:05 | |
POSH VOICE: "..Moira". | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
Get back in there, Becky. Ah! | 0:06:07 | 0:06:11 | |
BOOK CLUB LADIES COO | 0:06:11 | 0:06:13 | |
ROY'S DAD WHISTLES | 0:06:16 | 0:06:17 | |
-O'Brien. -Shh! He's on a break of 35. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:22 | |
Well played, son. | 0:06:25 | 0:06:27 | |
-Yes, very impressive, O'Brien, very impressive. -Beginner's luck. | 0:06:27 | 0:06:31 | |
-That was a brilliant shot. -More like a fluke. | 0:06:31 | 0:06:35 | |
No, Roy has a knack for the game. | 0:06:35 | 0:06:37 | |
Yeah, only cos he's a cartoon. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:39 | |
Don't worry, kid, if you take after your old man you'll soon | 0:06:39 | 0:06:42 | |
learn how to choke under pressure. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:45 | |
HE MAKES CHOKING NOISE | 0:06:45 | 0:06:46 | |
No, he won't. Because he's going to get better from now on. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:49 | |
-Doubt it. -Oh, he will. And I'm telling you, won't be long | 0:06:49 | 0:06:53 | |
until he's able to wipe the floor with your nephew. | 0:06:53 | 0:06:56 | |
-Oh, yeah? -Oh, yeah. | 0:06:56 | 0:06:57 | |
-Oh, yeah? -Oh, yeah. -Oh, yeah?! -Yeah. | 0:06:59 | 0:07:02 | |
Gentlemen, show a bit of decorum. | 0:07:02 | 0:07:04 | |
We're in a cathedral of snooker. | 0:07:05 | 0:07:07 | |
Are you challenging my boy to a match, Tubbs? | 0:07:09 | 0:07:12 | |
-Yes, I am. -Fine. | 0:07:14 | 0:07:17 | |
We meet here next Saturday afternoon, | 0:07:17 | 0:07:20 | |
first to five frames is the winner. | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
-Derek, can you referee? -I'd be honoured. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:27 | |
DECLAN GIGGLES GLEEFULLY | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
Oh, man, this is going to be sweet. I get to whitewash O'Brien. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:33 | |
Snooker. My one last island of refuge - invaded by O'Brien. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:42 | |
I ask you...is nothing sacred? | 0:07:43 | 0:07:47 | |
Well, of course, I said to her, "Marjorie, once a cheater, | 0:07:48 | 0:07:53 | |
"always a cheater." But would she listen to me? No. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:57 | |
Marjorie never listens, don't bother. | 0:07:57 | 0:08:02 | |
-What sort of book club is this? -Excuse me? | 0:08:02 | 0:08:05 | |
You're supposed to be discussing Wuthering Heights, | 0:08:05 | 0:08:09 | |
all you've done so far is gossip. | 0:08:09 | 0:08:12 | |
-BOOK CLUB LADIES: Oooh! -Too busy what?! | 0:08:12 | 0:08:15 | |
Mint tea, anyone? Rebecca, come and help me in the kitchen. | 0:08:17 | 0:08:22 | |
A lively young lady! | 0:08:25 | 0:08:27 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:08:29 | 0:08:31 | |
I can't beat Deco, Da. He's miles better than me. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:36 | |
-Don't worry, son, we've got a week to train. -But... | 0:08:36 | 0:08:40 | |
Listen to me, all right? | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
I say you're a natural, so if you give it your best shot | 0:08:42 | 0:08:46 | |
and work hard... | 0:08:46 | 0:08:49 | |
I'll be proud of you. Win, lose or draw. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:50 | |
But I thought it was first to five frames. How can there be a draw? | 0:08:52 | 0:08:56 | |
Well, win or lose, I'll be proud of you. Deal? | 0:08:58 | 0:09:03 | |
Good lad. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:06 | |
-Really lovely. -Well, Moira, all in all, not a bad effort. | 0:09:08 | 0:09:14 | |
Ooh, thank you, Harriet. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:17 | |
I can't say the same for your choice of refreshments, | 0:09:17 | 0:09:19 | |
but apart from that? | 0:09:19 | 0:09:21 | |
BOOK CLUB LADIES: Mmm, mmm! | 0:09:21 | 0:09:23 | |
The-the-the food wasn't nice, Harriet, no? | 0:09:23 | 0:09:26 | |
-What's the word I'm looking for, ladies? -LADIES: Ooh... | 0:09:26 | 0:09:30 | |
Ah! Bland. | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
But you know, you did your best, and that's all that matters. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:35 | |
But I can do a lot better, Harriet, if you just give me another chance. | 0:09:35 | 0:09:38 | |
Cecilia, would you mind if Moira hosted again next Saturday? | 0:09:38 | 0:09:42 | |
-Not at all, Harriet. -Splendid! | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
So we'll see you here next week again then, so. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:49 | |
And maybe without interruptions from non-book club members. | 0:09:49 | 0:09:53 | |
-Does she mean me? -Uh, Rebecca, don't you have homework to do? | 0:09:53 | 0:09:56 | |
-Anyway... -Harriet, thanks for the opportunity, I won't let you down. | 0:09:56 | 0:10:02 | |
-You're so welcome. Kisses! -BOTH: Mwah, mwah! | 0:10:02 | 0:10:05 | |
Bye! | 0:10:05 | 0:10:07 | |
Alwyn. | 0:10:08 | 0:10:10 | |
Winona, bye. Bye-bye. Mwah. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:17 | |
I know exactly what you're going to say, | 0:10:20 | 0:10:21 | |
-Becky, you can save your breath. -Don't you mean... | 0:10:21 | 0:10:24 | |
POSH VOICE: "..Rebecca"? | 0:10:24 | 0:10:26 | |
Becky! Come back here! | 0:10:26 | 0:10:27 | |
That Tornado man was really horrible to me da. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:34 | |
I guess it's why it's so important that I beat Deco. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
I just hope I don't let him down. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
I wonder how much it'll cost to hire caterers. | 0:10:46 | 0:10:48 | |
Why stop there? | 0:10:50 | 0:10:51 | |
Maybe you can get Gary Barlow to come round and serenade them | 0:10:51 | 0:10:54 | |
while they eat(!) | 0:10:54 | 0:10:56 | |
-You know what I was just thinking there? -Mm-hmm. | 0:10:56 | 0:10:58 | |
Maybe Roy should take some time off school next week, | 0:10:58 | 0:11:01 | |
just to help him prepare for his match. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:04 | |
-Sure, love. -Really? Great, I'll call Miss Jervis in the morning. -OK. | 0:11:04 | 0:11:09 | |
-You don't have a problem with any of this? -Any of what, Becky? | 0:11:09 | 0:11:13 | |
Your father and Roy are spending quality time together. | 0:11:13 | 0:11:16 | |
You wouldn't let me do that in a million years! | 0:11:16 | 0:11:21 | |
DOOR SLAMS | 0:11:21 | 0:11:22 | |
Chicken with the dressing, garlic and chilli... | 0:11:22 | 0:11:25 | |
-Morning! -Ahhhh! | 0:11:28 | 0:11:30 | |
What you mean, morning? | 0:11:30 | 0:11:32 | |
-What time is it? What's going on? -This, son, is your mortal enemy. | 0:11:32 | 0:11:37 | |
Now, I want you to spend 30 minutes every day staring into his eyes, | 0:11:37 | 0:11:41 | |
visualising his defeat and destruction. | 0:11:41 | 0:11:44 | |
-Destruction? -Yes, I'll explain everything when you're out running. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:47 | |
-Running where?! -Five miles, son, every morning. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
Part one of our new training regime. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:52 | |
-What do you think you're doing? -I'm not going. | 0:11:52 | 0:11:54 | |
-Right, get out of bed, stop messing. -No. | 0:11:54 | 0:11:56 | |
-Right, come on. -Dad, no. Dad, get out! | 0:11:58 | 0:12:03 | |
SLAPSTICK SOUND EFFECTS | 0:12:03 | 0:12:04 | |
I'm still not going. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:08 | |
-What does running have to do with playing snooker? -Listen... | 0:12:08 | 0:12:11 | |
Roy...it's not like the old days. | 0:12:11 | 0:12:15 | |
Snooker is a physical sport just as much as a mental sport. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:18 | |
That's why I need to prepare you for victory. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:20 | |
So five-mile runs are absolutely necessary. | 0:12:20 | 0:12:23 | |
I wouldn't have you doing them if I didn't think so. | 0:12:23 | 0:12:25 | |
What about your promise? | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
-You said you'd be proud of me win or lose. -Well, I will. When you win. | 0:12:27 | 0:12:32 | |
-Da! -But you can win, son! | 0:12:32 | 0:12:34 | |
You have the talent, you just need the focus | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
and the determination. That's what I'm here to teach you. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:39 | |
-OK. -Good lad. Now... | 0:12:39 | 0:12:42 | |
-..let's go. Here. -What's this for? I thought we were... | 0:12:44 | 0:12:50 | |
Ba-ba-ba-ba. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:52 | |
-Charlene goes everywhere with you now, son. -Charlene? | 0:12:52 | 0:12:57 | |
Charlene is more than just your snooker cue. She's your lightsaber. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:01 | |
She's your samurai sword. | 0:13:02 | 0:13:05 | |
How am I supposed to run while I'm holding a snooker cue? | 0:13:05 | 0:13:08 | |
You'll get used to it. Now, come on. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
Victory is waiting for us. Come on! | 0:13:15 | 0:13:17 | |
Higher, legs up, that's it. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:24 | |
Up, up, up, up! Good lad. | 0:13:26 | 0:13:28 | |
Higher, son, higher. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:31 | |
ROCKY-STYLE MUSIC | 0:13:31 | 0:13:32 | |
FLIES BUZZ | 0:13:51 | 0:13:53 | |
FLIES BUZZ | 0:14:06 | 0:14:09 | |
SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC | 0:14:27 | 0:14:29 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:14:33 | 0:14:35 | |
Just so you know, this Saturday I'm going to teach Roy O'Brien a lesson | 0:14:35 | 0:14:40 | |
in how to play snooker and you're all invited to witness the carnage. | 0:14:40 | 0:14:45 | |
Wow, Declan, snooker. A game based on geometric principles. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:49 | |
Actually, that gives me a great idea for a lesson. | 0:14:51 | 0:14:53 | |
Class, who would like to learn about the wonders of geometrics, hey? | 0:14:53 | 0:14:59 | |
PUPILS COMPLAIN | 0:14:59 | 0:15:01 | |
You gave Roy O'Brien time off school to practise snooker? | 0:15:07 | 0:15:11 | |
He's discovered a new skill. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:13 | |
It's our responsibility as educators to encourage him in any way we can. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:17 | |
At the expense of the established curriculum. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:19 | |
There are many different paths in life. Academia is just one of them. | 0:15:19 | 0:15:23 | |
Yes, and to be honest, Roy O'Brien is hardly the sharpest | 0:15:23 | 0:15:27 | |
tool in the box when it comes to book learning! | 0:15:27 | 0:15:30 | |
Roy is a remarkable young man! | 0:15:30 | 0:15:32 | |
I truly believe he can accomplish anything he puts his mind to. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:36 | |
True, if he turns out to be a snooker-playing prodigy, | 0:15:36 | 0:15:40 | |
he might win a stack of trophies to brighten up our rather | 0:15:40 | 0:15:43 | |
lacklustre awards cabinet. | 0:15:43 | 0:15:45 | |
No student at this school will ever come under pressure to win. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:50 | |
Taking part is all that counts. | 0:15:50 | 0:15:53 | |
Derek. | 0:15:55 | 0:15:57 | |
I can still see you. | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
-You're very quiet there, Roy. -Erm, yeah. Just enjoying my book. | 0:16:10 | 0:16:16 | |
Are you looking forward to claiming glory | 0:16:16 | 0:16:19 | |
-on the field of battle tomorrow? -ROY GULPS | 0:16:19 | 0:16:21 | |
Don't you mean "play a silly game of snooker"? | 0:16:21 | 0:16:25 | |
-Actually, no. I prefer the way I said it. -Yeah. Absolutely. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:29 | |
I'm going to win this for you, Da, | 0:16:29 | 0:16:31 | |
-and then we can both retire as champions. -Retire? | 0:16:31 | 0:16:34 | |
Are you kidding me? No, no, no, son, no. | 0:16:34 | 0:16:38 | |
-This isn't the end of snooker, this is the beginning. -What do you mean? | 0:16:38 | 0:16:43 | |
Well, I mean, look at the progress you've made in the last week. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:46 | |
At this rate, you'll be world champion by the time you're 16. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:50 | |
-World champion? -Then we'll have you out on the pro circuit. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:53 | |
You'll have your own line of merchandising, maybe a video. | 0:16:53 | 0:16:57 | |
And then in 25 or 30 years, | 0:16:57 | 0:16:59 | |
you can retire as the greatest player | 0:16:59 | 0:17:02 | |
to ever pick up a snooker cue. | 0:17:02 | 0:17:04 | |
What if he doesn't want to play snooker for the next 30 years? | 0:17:04 | 0:17:07 | |
Don't be ridiculous. The boy was born to play the game. | 0:17:07 | 0:17:10 | |
You have to win, Roy, at all costs. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:19 | |
On your toes. | 0:17:19 | 0:17:22 | |
-No! -I can't believe you let me down, son. | 0:17:39 | 0:17:42 | |
Hit him off the table, Declan. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:45 | |
Roy! Wake up! | 0:17:50 | 0:17:52 | |
-Are you OK? -I was a snooker ball! -I can see that. Look. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:59 | |
I'm a prisoner, Becky. I've been sentenced to 30 years' hard snooker. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:10 | |
-Go back to bed. I've a way out of this. -How? | 0:18:10 | 0:18:13 | |
I'll explain in the morning. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:17 | |
-What? -I said go back to bed, Roy. | 0:18:22 | 0:18:26 | |
-Listen, you're going to throw the match today. -I can't do that. | 0:18:36 | 0:18:40 | |
Of course you can. Just don't pot any balls. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:42 | |
But I'm a snooker phenomenon, even when I'm not trying to pot them. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:47 | |
Anyway, I'll make a show of Da in front of the Tornado | 0:18:49 | 0:18:52 | |
if I lose on purpose, and I can't do that to him. | 0:18:52 | 0:18:55 | |
You've got three choices. One, you throw the match. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:57 | |
Two, you tell Da you're quitting. Or three... | 0:18:57 | 0:19:00 | |
I spend the next 30 years wearing a stupid dickie bow. | 0:19:00 | 0:19:04 | |
All right. I'll do it. | 0:19:04 | 0:19:07 | |
Come on. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:10 | |
-CHEERING AND APPLAUSE -Come on, Roy! | 0:19:30 | 0:19:33 | |
Go on, Roy! You can do it! | 0:19:33 | 0:19:35 | |
Gentlemen, shake hands, please. | 0:19:35 | 0:19:37 | |
-You're going down. -Yeah, whatever. | 0:19:40 | 0:19:43 | |
You're leaving this place the same way you came in. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:49 | |
-What? Through the front door? -No, as a loser! | 0:19:50 | 0:19:55 | |
First frame, Roy to break. | 0:19:55 | 0:19:59 | |
CROWD SHOUTS ENCOURAGEMENT | 0:20:01 | 0:20:04 | |
-Yeah! Get in there, son! -THEY CLAP | 0:20:10 | 0:20:15 | |
Harriet! Come in. Mwah, mwah! Let me take your coat. | 0:20:21 | 0:20:24 | |
-Thanks, Moira! -THEY GIGGLE | 0:20:24 | 0:20:28 | |
Well, may I say, this is a wonderful spread. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:34 | |
Wouldn't you agree, ladies? | 0:20:34 | 0:20:36 | |
In fact, I don't think Cecilia would have come close to this. | 0:20:36 | 0:20:40 | |
She's been off her game for quite some time. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:43 | |
-Isn't that true, Cecilia? -SHE GIGGLES | 0:20:43 | 0:20:46 | |
-Who would like some tea? Mint? Camomile? -Oh, yes. | 0:20:46 | 0:20:49 | |
-Don't get too comfortable. You're all leaving in a minute. -Rebecca? | 0:20:49 | 0:20:54 | |
What are you doing here? | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
Who can tell me the name of Heathcliff's housekeeper? | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
-THEY HESITATE -Mrs... A woman. What's her name? | 0:20:59 | 0:21:03 | |
Where did Mr Earnshaw find Heathcliff as a boy? | 0:21:03 | 0:21:06 | |
-THEY HESITATE -Erm... Heathcliff as a boy? | 0:21:06 | 0:21:09 | |
-Was it a shed? Erm... -Who wrote Wuthering Heights? | 0:21:09 | 0:21:12 | |
Oh! Kate Bush? Was it? Could be. | 0:21:12 | 0:21:17 | |
-Come on, we have to go. -What are you talking about? -Roy needs your help. | 0:21:18 | 0:21:22 | |
Do you usually let your daughter speak to you | 0:21:22 | 0:21:25 | |
-so disrespectfully, Moira? -Maura! Her name's Maura! | 0:21:25 | 0:21:30 | |
-Not Moira, you Sandyford snob! -How dare you! | 0:21:30 | 0:21:34 | |
Rebecca! Apologise! | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
Do you really care more about these freeloaders than your own son? | 0:21:36 | 0:21:42 | |
Why wouldn't she? After all, we're a better class of people! | 0:21:42 | 0:21:46 | |
Don't you dare speak to my daughter like that! | 0:21:46 | 0:21:49 | |
I knew it was a mistake inviting the likes of you into my circle! | 0:21:50 | 0:21:53 | |
Becky's right. | 0:21:53 | 0:21:55 | |
This isn't a book club, it's a dictatorship run by a bully. | 0:21:55 | 0:21:59 | |
Do you really want to make an enemy of me? | 0:22:00 | 0:22:03 | |
-Because I'll destroy you, Moira. -Maura! My name is Maura. | 0:22:03 | 0:22:07 | |
In Ballyfermot, nobody would put up with this kind of abuse | 0:22:07 | 0:22:10 | |
from the likes of her. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:12 | |
We'd start our own book club, one where you actually read the book. | 0:22:12 | 0:22:15 | |
I'd like to see you try! | 0:22:15 | 0:22:17 | |
I can promise you all right now, right here, | 0:22:17 | 0:22:19 | |
that no-one will be criticised for the poor quality of the fancy food | 0:22:19 | 0:22:24 | |
or the colour of their skirt and their choice of wallpaper. | 0:22:24 | 0:22:27 | |
-I'm with Maura! -Cecelia! | 0:22:28 | 0:22:32 | |
-Me too! -Amanda! | 0:22:32 | 0:22:34 | |
No, Harriet. We're not going to take it any more! | 0:22:34 | 0:22:37 | |
Sorry, Maura. What were you saying? | 0:22:37 | 0:22:39 | |
Why don't we all meet here next Saturday? | 0:22:39 | 0:22:42 | |
Harriet, you're not invited! THEY SQUEAL | 0:22:42 | 0:22:46 | |
-You can't do that to me! -If you'll excuse me, my son needs my help. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:51 | |
THEY CHEER AND APPLAUD | 0:22:51 | 0:22:53 | |
THEY CHANT: Let's go, Roy, let's go! | 0:22:59 | 0:23:02 | |
Quiet, everyone! This is a snooker match, not a TV song competition. | 0:23:04 | 0:23:09 | |
Right, this is it, son. Moment of truth. | 0:23:09 | 0:23:12 | |
-Me hands feel all shaky. -Yeah, well, don't fight that feeling, son. | 0:23:12 | 0:23:15 | |
-That's just the adrenaline flowing. -Roy! Are we too late? | 0:23:15 | 0:23:19 | |
-Is the match over? -No. This is the final frame. Winner takes it all. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:23 | |
Why aren't you at your book club? | 0:23:23 | 0:23:26 | |
-I quit. -Really? | 0:23:26 | 0:23:28 | |
Yeah, I wasn't having fun. | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
And I would have realised it a lot sooner | 0:23:31 | 0:23:33 | |
if I'd listened to your sister. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:35 | |
Can we talk about this later, ladies? We need to focus here, OK? | 0:23:35 | 0:23:39 | |
Roy, is there something you'd like to say to your father? | 0:23:39 | 0:23:43 | |
-HE SIGHS -I hate snooker. | 0:23:44 | 0:23:47 | |
-What? Why? -It's no fun. | 0:23:48 | 0:23:51 | |
-He doesn't want to play any more, Bill. -But what about the match? | 0:23:53 | 0:23:56 | |
-It's the final frame! -Look at him. He's miserable. | 0:23:56 | 0:24:01 | |
And he's having nightmares. | 0:24:02 | 0:24:04 | |
Do you really want him doing something that makes him unhappy? | 0:24:04 | 0:24:08 | |
No, no. No, of course not. | 0:24:08 | 0:24:10 | |
I'm really sorry, Dad. | 0:24:10 | 0:24:13 | |
Don't you apologise, son. It's all my fault. | 0:24:13 | 0:24:16 | |
You sit down, there. | 0:24:16 | 0:24:18 | |
I'll sort everything out, then we'll head home. | 0:24:18 | 0:24:21 | |
-Forfeit? What do you mean, forfeit? -It means it's over. You won. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:34 | |
-Congratulations. -Tubbs O'Brien. Loser and a coward. | 0:24:34 | 0:24:39 | |
Let's go. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:43 | |
Can you believe this? They're giving up! | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
Don't even have the guts to take their beating like men. | 0:24:46 | 0:24:50 | |
-All right then, let's finish the game. -Roy? -I'll be back in a minute. | 0:24:51 | 0:24:56 | |
-Big mistake, O'Brien! You're going to regret this. -Yeah, right! | 0:24:56 | 0:25:01 | |
-Can I break? -In your own time, O'Brien. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:04 | |
THEY CLAP | 0:25:11 | 0:25:13 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
Slow down, Roy. You're going to give me a heart attack! | 0:25:42 | 0:25:46 | |
He's a snooker machine. | 0:25:52 | 0:25:54 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:26:11 | 0:26:14 | |
HE SOBS | 0:26:16 | 0:26:18 | |
Now we can go home. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:26 | |
Clive! | 0:26:26 | 0:26:28 | |
-Maura. -Wait a minute, you two know each other? | 0:26:29 | 0:26:33 | |
-When we were young, Clive asked me out. -And you said no? | 0:26:33 | 0:26:37 | |
I had my eye on someone else. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:41 | |
Ah, well, that's how it goes, Tornado. | 0:26:41 | 0:26:44 | |
You got snooker, I got the girl. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:47 | |
See you! THEY CLAP | 0:26:47 | 0:26:50 | |
Maybe if I hadn't made you work so hard and hate the game, | 0:27:00 | 0:27:03 | |
you could have been world champion. | 0:27:03 | 0:27:05 | |
-CUE SNAPS -Ow, you... | 0:27:05 | 0:27:08 | |
Don't worry, Da. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:10 | |
I bet there's hundreds of other sports I'm great at. | 0:27:10 | 0:27:13 | |
Harriet, nice to see you again. HARRIET COUGHS | 0:27:23 | 0:27:26 | |
-Kisses! -Becky! BECKY MAKES SMOOCHY NOISES | 0:27:26 | 0:27:29 |