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This programme contains some strong language | 0:00:02 | 0:00:10 | |
'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mrs Brown's Boys.' | 0:00:11 | 0:00:15 | |
# She's Mrs Brown | 0:00:15 | 0:00:18 | |
# That's Mrs Brown | 0:00:18 | 0:00:21 | |
# Oh, Mrs Brown. # | 0:00:21 | 0:00:23 | |
Shit! | 0:00:27 | 0:00:29 | |
Hello, and merry Christmas to you. | 0:00:29 | 0:00:32 | |
Don't you just love Christmas? It's my favourite time of the year! | 0:00:32 | 0:00:36 | |
Although I feel sorry for people with young children. | 0:00:36 | 0:00:39 | |
It's getting harder and harder for Santa Claus to keep them happy. | 0:00:39 | 0:00:43 | |
One year, Dermot asked me for something to wear and something to play with. | 0:00:43 | 0:00:47 | |
I got him a pair of trousers and I cut the pockets out. | 0:00:47 | 0:00:51 | |
He still has them! | 0:00:51 | 0:00:52 | |
Oh, right. That's the decorating finished. | 0:00:53 | 0:00:56 | |
You know, it can be a lonely time, Christmas. | 0:00:58 | 0:01:01 | |
A lot of people think "lonely" means "alone" - it doesn't. | 0:01:04 | 0:01:07 | |
You can be lonely in a packed room | 0:01:07 | 0:01:09 | |
if the one person you're missing isn't there. | 0:01:09 | 0:01:12 | |
Well, I won't be lonely this Christmas. | 0:01:12 | 0:01:15 | |
This is my son Trevor. | 0:01:15 | 0:01:17 | |
He's away on the missions and I haven't seen him for four years. | 0:01:17 | 0:01:21 | |
But this Christmas he's coming home. | 0:01:21 | 0:01:24 | |
Agnes? | 0:01:24 | 0:01:25 | |
-There's tea made there, Winnie! Is it snowing yet? -No. | 0:01:25 | 0:01:28 | |
Feck it! | 0:01:28 | 0:01:30 | |
Anyway, with Trevor coming home, | 0:01:30 | 0:01:33 | |
I want to make this a really special Christmas! | 0:01:33 | 0:01:36 | |
Grandad, there's tea made! | 0:01:36 | 0:01:38 | |
Grandad? | 0:01:38 | 0:01:39 | |
Grandad?! | 0:01:39 | 0:01:41 | |
Must be asleep... | 0:01:41 | 0:01:44 | |
or feckin' dead. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:45 | |
Either one suits me. | 0:01:46 | 0:01:48 | |
# Stuff the turkey's arse with holly | 0:01:49 | 0:01:51 | |
# Tra-la-la-la-la | 0:01:51 | 0:01:53 | |
# La-la la-la | 0:01:53 | 0:01:55 | |
# Tis the season to be jolly | 0:01:55 | 0:01:57 | |
# To... | 0:01:57 | 0:01:58 | |
# It is the sea... | 0:01:58 | 0:02:00 | |
# To do the jolly... # | 0:02:00 | 0:02:02 | |
Winnie, is this feckin' happy hour? | 0:02:03 | 0:02:05 | |
It's Jacko's job. They've put him on a three-day week. | 0:02:07 | 0:02:12 | |
Jeez, he won't like that - having to work an extra day. | 0:02:12 | 0:02:15 | |
It's not funny, Agnes Brown. We can barely manage as it is. | 0:02:16 | 0:02:21 | |
I won't be able to afford Jacko's medicine. I'll lose the house. | 0:02:21 | 0:02:24 | |
I'll be livin' on the streets, in and out of hostels. I'll probably become a junkie! | 0:02:24 | 0:02:29 | |
What'll I do, Agnes? | 0:02:32 | 0:02:33 | |
If I was you, I'd go home and feckin' hang meself! | 0:02:33 | 0:02:36 | |
"Lose the house." Sure, your rent is only a couple of euro a month. | 0:02:38 | 0:02:42 | |
And your house is in such shite the council wouldn't take it back if you asked them. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:46 | |
I never thought of that. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:49 | |
Here, I could get a job! | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
-I gave up my career when I married Jacko! -Winnie, Mrs Whippy's not a career! | 0:02:51 | 0:02:55 | |
But you're right - you could get a job. | 0:02:57 | 0:02:59 | |
Maybe you could work for one of those escort agencies. | 0:02:59 | 0:03:02 | |
-Do you think? -Oh, yes! I'm sure loads of rich men want to go out with their ugly feckin' granny! | 0:03:02 | 0:03:07 | |
No, I was joking! | 0:03:09 | 0:03:11 | |
But you're right - you could get a job. | 0:03:12 | 0:03:15 | |
It'd give you something to do. | 0:03:15 | 0:03:17 | |
And I'm going to be busy on the stall coming up to Christmas. | 0:03:17 | 0:03:20 | |
Come in there for a week - that'll give you a few bob. | 0:03:20 | 0:03:22 | |
Thanks, Agnes. You know, you're right, pet. | 0:03:22 | 0:03:25 | |
The Lord doesn't close one door, but he opens another one. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:28 | |
Is right, Winnie. Now you open that door and feck off! | 0:03:28 | 0:03:31 | |
-Morning! -You're up early, Maria. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
I thought you weren't in work till two o'clock! | 0:03:39 | 0:03:42 | |
THEY CHUCKLE | 0:03:42 | 0:03:43 | |
Did you just bang your breast off the table? | 0:03:45 | 0:03:47 | |
Told you shouldn't have gone for the enlargement. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:53 | |
-Morning! -Hello, love. Maria, you're up early. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:58 | |
-Yeah. Any news? -Yes, actually. Father Quinn's asked me to be in the Nativity play. -Really? -Yes. | 0:03:58 | 0:04:04 | |
-As what? -The Virgin Mary, I think. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:07 | |
Seriously? | 0:04:07 | 0:04:08 | |
Well, that's great! | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
-Morning, everybody! -Morning, love! | 0:04:17 | 0:04:19 | |
Good morning. Do you want a cup of tea, Henry? | 0:04:19 | 0:04:22 | |
-Henry? -Who the hell is Henry? | 0:04:22 | 0:04:24 | |
-Henry - Santa Claus' reindeer. -He didn't have a reindeer called Henry! | 0:04:24 | 0:04:28 | |
Yes, he did - Henry the brown-nosed reindeer. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:31 | |
Just as fast as Rudolph, but he couldn't stop as quick! | 0:04:31 | 0:04:34 | |
Well, I'm not Henry. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:40 | |
But you are a gorgeous reindeer. | 0:04:40 | 0:04:43 | |
Anyway, I'd better go. I'll see yous later. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:45 | |
Hang on. I'll be with you. Mammy, hold the tea - I'm going. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:48 | |
Hey, Dermot, I think it's going to snow today! | 0:04:48 | 0:04:51 | |
I don't think so, Ma. | 0:04:51 | 0:04:53 | |
For feck's sake! | 0:04:53 | 0:04:54 | |
DOORBELL RINGS | 0:04:54 | 0:04:56 | |
Do you know, I forget how lucky I am sometimes - | 0:04:57 | 0:05:00 | |
especially this year, with Trevor coming home. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:04 | |
For the first time in four years... | 0:05:04 | 0:05:07 | |
-I'm going to have all me family together for Christmas. -SHE CHUCKLES | 0:05:07 | 0:05:11 | |
Oh. Hello, Higgley. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:15 | |
-HILLARY CLEARS THROAT -Come in! | 0:05:15 | 0:05:17 | |
Would you like some tea, Higgley? | 0:05:20 | 0:05:22 | |
-Do you have anything that's not a mug? -The dog's dish! | 0:05:22 | 0:05:25 | |
Hmm. No thanks, Agnes. | 0:05:28 | 0:05:30 | |
It's just a brief visit. Are Maria and Dermot here? | 0:05:30 | 0:05:33 | |
No, you just missed them. She kissed him on the horn and off they went! | 0:05:33 | 0:05:36 | |
I see you've started the decorations. | 0:05:37 | 0:05:40 | |
Started? Yes, I've a bit more to do yet. Yep, yep. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:43 | |
We had over a thousand lights up last year, all over the place! | 0:05:43 | 0:05:47 | |
Oh, we had lots of lights. | 0:05:47 | 0:05:48 | |
I was afraid to count them in case Christmas'd be over before I finished. | 0:05:48 | 0:05:52 | |
We had to go outside and divert the aeroplanes. | 0:05:52 | 0:05:56 | |
"This is not the airport. Keep going!" | 0:05:56 | 0:05:59 | |
They'd all go... Over Queen's Head, down... Mm-hm. | 0:05:59 | 0:06:02 | |
Yes, well, I just called to ask you, | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
is there any food that Dermot either doesn't like or is allergic to? | 0:06:06 | 0:06:09 | |
Jesus, no! If you left your arm on the table long enough, he'd eat it. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:13 | |
Good! I'm just planning the Christmas Day menu | 0:06:13 | 0:06:16 | |
and I want to make sure I don't make any mistakes! | 0:06:16 | 0:06:18 | |
-Right, I'll be off! -Hold on, hold on a sec. Wait a second. Wait a second. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:23 | |
Hold on a second, now. Stick on the handbrake there. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:26 | |
Dermot and Maria will be having their Christmas dinner HERE, with the family! | 0:06:27 | 0:06:32 | |
No, no. I've already spoken to Maria and she has confirmed - | 0:06:32 | 0:06:35 | |
they'll be spending their first married Christmas at the Nicholson household. | 0:06:35 | 0:06:40 | |
Right, then. I'll leave you with it. | 0:06:40 | 0:06:41 | |
You obviously have a lot more decorating to do. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:45 | |
I'm so looking forward to a family Christmas. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:49 | |
Bye! | 0:06:49 | 0:06:51 | |
SAD MUSIC PLAYS | 0:06:51 | 0:06:53 | |
AUDIENCE: Aww! | 0:06:53 | 0:06:55 | |
Isn't she a bitch?! | 0:06:55 | 0:06:57 | |
-Have them. -SHE CHUCKLES | 0:07:00 | 0:07:02 | |
-Hello, Mrs Brown! -Hello, Buster! Is it snowing out there? | 0:07:06 | 0:07:10 | |
No. | 0:07:10 | 0:07:11 | |
For feck's sake! | 0:07:11 | 0:07:13 | |
I have the deal of the century. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:15 | |
What is it? | 0:07:15 | 0:07:16 | |
Chocolate Kimberley - the Christmas presentation tin. Only two euro! | 0:07:17 | 0:07:23 | |
-Buster, are these stolen? -No, no. More or less legit. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:26 | |
I bought 2,000 tins - for 50 cent a tin! | 0:07:26 | 0:07:29 | |
That IS a good price! | 0:07:29 | 0:07:31 | |
I should mention in the interest of fairness | 0:07:31 | 0:07:33 | |
that there are chocolate biscuits and presentation boxes | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
from all kinds of manufacturers, | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
available in stores all over the United Kingdom. | 0:07:38 | 0:07:41 | |
Aren't there, Buster? | 0:07:42 | 0:07:43 | |
Yeah! | 0:07:47 | 0:07:49 | |
Best before... Buster, these are last year's! | 0:07:51 | 0:07:55 | |
Watch! | 0:07:55 | 0:07:56 | |
Now they're this year's! | 0:08:01 | 0:08:02 | |
And you owe me 50 euro for the turkey! | 0:08:03 | 0:08:05 | |
Oh, when can you deliver him? | 0:08:05 | 0:08:07 | |
CLUCKING | 0:08:07 | 0:08:09 | |
You didn't?! | 0:08:13 | 0:08:15 | |
-Well, you said "fresh"! -I didn't mean in the feckin' egg! | 0:08:15 | 0:08:18 | |
What am I supposed to feed him? | 0:08:20 | 0:08:22 | |
I don't know. | 0:08:22 | 0:08:24 | |
He likes Chocolate Kimberley! | 0:08:25 | 0:08:28 | |
-What's he doing here alive? -I'm sure he's looking at you thinking the same feckin' thing. | 0:08:46 | 0:08:50 | |
It's like a feckin' zoo in there. | 0:08:51 | 0:08:54 | |
A turkey and a pig! | 0:08:54 | 0:08:56 | |
You still working, Cathy? | 0:08:59 | 0:09:00 | |
No. I'm on just chatting on Facebook! | 0:09:00 | 0:09:03 | |
What were you doing upstairs? | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
-Practising me audition! -What audition? | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
Father Quinn's asked me to be in the Nativity! | 0:09:07 | 0:09:10 | |
-Really? -Yes! -As what? | 0:09:10 | 0:09:11 | |
Virgin Mary, I think! | 0:09:11 | 0:09:12 | |
No, really? | 0:09:14 | 0:09:15 | |
Lovely. That'll be fun! | 0:09:19 | 0:09:21 | |
Do you want to see me audition? Watch, watch! | 0:09:21 | 0:09:24 | |
She's side saddle on her donkey! | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
As she comes up to the inn, you see... Whoa, whoa, Caesar! | 0:09:33 | 0:09:37 | |
She called it after a salad! | 0:09:39 | 0:09:40 | |
She knocks on the door - boom, boom, boom! - and the innkeeper... | 0:09:42 | 0:09:46 | |
"Hello. Who's there?" And Mary says "I am - Mary!" | 0:09:46 | 0:09:50 | |
So he opens the door and goes, "There is no room at the inn!" | 0:09:50 | 0:09:53 | |
And she says, "But... But I am exhausted. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:57 | |
"I have come across the desert on my ass." | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
And the innkeeper said, "And a lovely ass it is, too!" | 0:10:03 | 0:10:07 | |
And his wife heard this so she comes over and she goes, | 0:10:09 | 0:10:13 | |
"Are you all right, Madam? Are you pregnant? | 0:10:13 | 0:10:16 | |
And Mary said, "No, excuse me. First name - Virgin. | 0:10:16 | 0:10:19 | |
"But I do go to WeightWatchers. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:25 | |
"That's why I'm on the salad!" Ha-ha! | 0:10:26 | 0:10:29 | |
It's good, isn't it? | 0:10:34 | 0:10:35 | |
-It's great! -Ah, thanks, love. Thanks very much! | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
-So, how's Winnie doing? -Winnie's doing grand. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:41 | |
She's going to be a consumer advocate for a magazine. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:44 | |
They'll send her products. She tries them out, writes a little report and sends it in. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:48 | |
That's fantastic! | 0:10:48 | 0:10:50 | |
They said that she's the perfect consumer. | 0:10:50 | 0:10:53 | |
Baffles me - she buys fuck all! | 0:10:53 | 0:10:56 | |
Well, good for her! | 0:10:56 | 0:10:57 | |
"Good for her" is right! | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
-Oh, dear. The signal is going. -Why does that always happen when I'm feckin' near it? | 0:10:59 | 0:11:04 | |
I don't know, Mammy - must be all the static you collect. | 0:11:04 | 0:11:07 | |
-Want me to do the usual? -That'd be great. Thanks, Mammy! | 0:11:07 | 0:11:10 | |
There it is, back again! | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
And now look - Trevor says hello from the missions! | 0:11:19 | 0:11:23 | |
-Aw! Tell him that Mammy was... -Signal! | 0:11:23 | 0:11:25 | |
Tell him his mammy loves him and I'm counting the days till he gets home. | 0:11:27 | 0:11:31 | |
What's he saying? | 0:11:34 | 0:11:35 | |
Er, he says he's counting them too. | 0:11:35 | 0:11:37 | |
You know, sometimes I sit in the kitchen, thinking about him coming home for Christmas, | 0:11:37 | 0:11:42 | |
and I'm fit to feckin' burst with excitement! | 0:11:42 | 0:11:44 | |
He's just the same, he says! | 0:11:44 | 0:11:45 | |
Did you see what Trevor wrote on Facebook? | 0:11:47 | 0:11:50 | |
It's exciting, isn't it?! | 0:11:50 | 0:11:52 | |
HE SQUEALS | 0:11:52 | 0:11:54 | |
I swear to God that child has to get looser underpants! | 0:11:57 | 0:12:01 | |
Here, Cathy, I had Mrs Nicholson over. | 0:12:02 | 0:12:06 | |
Do you know what she said? | 0:12:06 | 0:12:07 | |
She thinks Dermot and Maria are going to her house for Christmas! | 0:12:07 | 0:12:11 | |
They are. And they are worried about having to tell you. | 0:12:11 | 0:12:15 | |
They're right to be worried. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:17 | |
Hiya, Dermo. All right, Maria? | 0:12:22 | 0:12:24 | |
-Howya, Buster? -Is your ma here? | 0:12:24 | 0:12:25 | |
-No, she's not back from the stall yet. -Good. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:28 | |
-What are you doing here? -I have to kill the turkey. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:31 | |
And your ma said I was to do it when she wasn't here. | 0:12:31 | 0:12:34 | |
-God, I don't know if I want to be here either. -Yeah. Me neither. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:37 | |
-Right. Here we go! -HE CLEARS HIS THROAT | 0:12:39 | 0:12:42 | |
Hello, Mr Turkey. | 0:12:47 | 0:12:50 | |
Nice Mr Turkey... | 0:12:50 | 0:12:52 | |
-All right, Mammy? -I'm grand, son. | 0:12:52 | 0:12:54 | |
D'you know, I've been thinking. | 0:12:56 | 0:12:57 | |
-Yeah? -Maria, we have you here all year round. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:01 | |
I think it might be a good idea if the two of yous | 0:13:01 | 0:13:04 | |
went to Maria's mother's for Christmas dinner this year. | 0:13:04 | 0:13:07 | |
-Well, if you think it's a good idea... -Then you can come back here for tea, | 0:13:09 | 0:13:13 | |
and we have tea together with the whole family! | 0:13:13 | 0:13:16 | |
That'd be great, Mammy. Tea in our house. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:18 | |
-The family tea! -And with Trevor home, a really special one! | 0:13:18 | 0:13:22 | |
Yeah! | 0:13:22 | 0:13:23 | |
-Are you all right? -I couldn't do it, Dermo. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:31 | |
CLUCKING | 0:13:31 | 0:13:32 | |
He said my name. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:37 | |
B-u-u-u-uster. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:43 | |
-Winnie, where's Mammy? -She's doing her audition for Father Quinn. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:49 | |
Not any more, she's not. Look at this! | 0:13:49 | 0:13:52 | |
How did your audition go? | 0:14:10 | 0:14:12 | |
It went well. Father Quinn made a couple of adjustments. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:18 | |
I think did enough to get the part. Thank you, Mr Foley! | 0:14:18 | 0:14:21 | |
-Well, good for you, Agnes! -Cheers! | 0:14:21 | 0:14:24 | |
A bale of hay for the donkey, Mr Foley! | 0:14:25 | 0:14:28 | |
I'd better go in and water this donkey. You must be bursting, are you? | 0:14:31 | 0:14:35 | |
I'll hold your tail. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:38 | |
Haven't held a tail in a while! | 0:14:38 | 0:14:40 | |
-Betty, love, we'd better make a move. -Aye. | 0:14:44 | 0:14:47 | |
-Mark, someone needs to tell Mammy about Trevor. -I don't mind. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:50 | |
It's not as easy as you think. | 0:14:50 | 0:14:52 | |
Look...Mammy's just going to have to accept it. Trevor's not coming home - that's that! | 0:14:52 | 0:14:57 | |
AGNES CHUCKLES | 0:14:57 | 0:14:59 | |
I tried to cock me leg but I couldn't reach the bowl! | 0:15:01 | 0:15:04 | |
-Right, we'd better go - have to get back to the babysitter. -Yeah, night, Ma. -Night, son. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:09 | |
Mammy, before he goes, | 0:15:09 | 0:15:12 | |
Mark has something he wants to say to you. Don't you, Mark? | 0:15:12 | 0:15:15 | |
What, love? | 0:15:15 | 0:15:16 | |
Well, Ma, you know the way everybody is really busy at Christmas? | 0:15:16 | 0:15:20 | |
Yes. You're lucky if you can get everything done. You're flying... | 0:15:20 | 0:15:23 | |
Now, is this about my Christmas present? You're not to be getting me anything big. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:27 | |
We're not - just a token present. | 0:15:27 | 0:15:29 | |
Feckin' token? | 0:15:29 | 0:15:31 | |
It better be a token shaped like a flat-screen TV! | 0:15:32 | 0:15:35 | |
Never mind that. Go on, Mark! | 0:15:35 | 0:15:38 | |
-Well, Ma, it's about Trevor coming home. -Yes, love? | 0:15:38 | 0:15:41 | |
-I just want you to know that... -Yes, love? | 0:15:41 | 0:15:43 | |
-..no matter how busy it gets... -Yes? | 0:15:43 | 0:15:45 | |
..I'll be at the airport to meet him. OK, let's go. | 0:15:47 | 0:15:51 | |
-He's a good boy. Good boy, son! -Wait for me...you chicken shit! | 0:15:51 | 0:15:54 | |
Dear Sir or Madam. | 0:15:59 | 0:16:01 | |
No, no. To whom it may concern... | 0:16:02 | 0:16:04 | |
Regarding your product, Hollywood Celebrity eye drops... | 0:16:06 | 0:16:10 | |
..we have discovered a flaw. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:17 | |
When administered the recommended dose of 23 drops... | 0:16:18 | 0:16:22 | |
It's two to three drops! | 0:16:27 | 0:16:29 | |
Scrap the letter! Just mark it. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:35 | |
-What are we marking it out of? -Out of ten. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
Well, give it a... Oh, just put down "shite". | 0:16:37 | 0:16:41 | |
And that's it, Winnie. That's the last one. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:44 | |
-No there's one more, Agnes! -No, love, we're done. -Agnes, look. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:47 | |
Oh! | 0:16:49 | 0:16:50 | |
-Mother of Jesus! What's that? -It's a crash helmet. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:56 | |
-How do I test that? -Slip it on and I'll throw you at the fuckin' wall! | 0:16:56 | 0:16:59 | |
Seriously, Agnes, what am I going to do with it? | 0:17:02 | 0:17:05 | |
AGNES SIGHS | 0:17:05 | 0:17:06 | |
Grandad... | 0:17:10 | 0:17:12 | |
we have ear muffs for you. | 0:17:12 | 0:17:13 | |
You'll like these. Wait till you see this... Now, this is lovely! Now... | 0:17:14 | 0:17:18 | |
He looks like Marlon Brando. | 0:17:21 | 0:17:23 | |
Rebel Without "Applause". | 0:17:24 | 0:17:26 | |
How are you, Grandad? | 0:17:38 | 0:17:39 | |
-Hello, son! -How are you, Mammy? | 0:17:40 | 0:17:42 | |
-Is it snowing out there? -No. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:44 | |
For feck's sake! | 0:17:44 | 0:17:46 | |
Mammy, why is Grandad wearing a crash helmet? | 0:17:46 | 0:17:50 | |
-One of Winnie's products we had to test. -Oh! | 0:17:50 | 0:17:52 | |
-We had a bit of fun with it, didn't we, Grandad? -No. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:55 | |
Wait till you see this, Rory. Sing, Grandad. Sing the song for Rory! | 0:17:55 | 0:17:58 | |
-NO! -Come on! Rory, press play on that. | 0:17:58 | 0:18:01 | |
Wait till you hear this, it's fantastic! It's a cowboy song. | 0:18:01 | 0:18:05 | |
Come on, Grandad! Here we go! | 0:18:05 | 0:18:08 | |
One, two, three, four! | 0:18:08 | 0:18:10 | |
# An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day... # | 0:18:10 | 0:18:14 | |
Yee-ha! | 0:18:14 | 0:18:15 | |
# He rested on his way | 0:18:18 | 0:18:20 | |
# When all at once a herd of red-eyed cows he saw | 0:18:20 | 0:18:24 | |
# A-ploughing through the ragged sky | 0:18:24 | 0:18:28 | |
# And up the cloudy draw. # | 0:18:29 | 0:18:31 | |
Not bad, is it? | 0:18:33 | 0:18:35 | |
Mammy, I don't know how Grandad puts up with you. | 0:18:35 | 0:18:39 | |
He loves the attention. Don't you, Grandad? | 0:18:39 | 0:18:42 | |
Oh! | 0:18:51 | 0:18:52 | |
Me balls have fallen off! | 0:18:52 | 0:18:54 | |
SHE CHUCKLES TRIUMPHANTLY | 0:19:23 | 0:19:25 | |
Grandad! | 0:19:30 | 0:19:31 | |
Grandad, I'm stuck! | 0:19:33 | 0:19:34 | |
Give me a hand down! | 0:19:36 | 0:19:37 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 0:19:37 | 0:19:40 | |
You bastard! | 0:19:40 | 0:19:43 | |
See? I didn't feckin' need ya. | 0:19:48 | 0:19:50 | |
Oh, shit! | 0:19:51 | 0:19:52 | |
DOORBELL RINGS | 0:19:56 | 0:19:58 | |
I'll get it, I'll get it! | 0:20:02 | 0:20:04 | |
-Hello, Dino. Come in, son. -Thanks, Mrs Brown. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:09 | |
-I think it's going to snow tonight. -No, it's quite mild, actually. | 0:20:11 | 0:20:14 | |
Feck's sake! Do you want a cup of tea? | 0:20:14 | 0:20:18 | |
No, we're going straight out. | 0:20:18 | 0:20:19 | |
You probably need some time on your own. You must be upset with the news about Trevor. | 0:20:19 | 0:20:24 | |
T-Trevor? What about Trevor? | 0:20:28 | 0:20:29 | |
You know - about him not coming home for Christmas. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:32 | |
Right, are we moving? | 0:20:37 | 0:20:39 | |
Faster than I ever did in my life. | 0:20:39 | 0:20:40 | |
SAD MUSIC PLAYS, SHE SOBS | 0:20:43 | 0:20:46 | |
SHE SOBS | 0:20:50 | 0:20:53 | |
Hiya, Mammy. | 0:20:55 | 0:20:57 | |
Hello, son. | 0:20:57 | 0:20:58 | |
What's wrong? | 0:21:01 | 0:21:02 | |
Trevor's not coming home. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
-I know. -I knew it! I knew you knew it. I feckin' knew it! | 0:21:06 | 0:21:09 | |
Mammy, he just can't make it. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:11 | |
-Ugh, yeah. -He wanted to come home. | 0:21:11 | 0:21:13 | |
-He just...can't. -Did he REALLY want to come home? | 0:21:13 | 0:21:16 | |
Yes, Mammy, he did! | 0:21:17 | 0:21:19 | |
Well, then, that'll do me. | 0:21:19 | 0:21:22 | |
The next best thing to being here is wanting to be here. | 0:21:22 | 0:21:25 | |
That will do me. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:27 | |
I wonder, would there be such a fuss if it was me that wasn't coming home? | 0:21:28 | 0:21:32 | |
Oh, for God's sake, Cathy. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:34 | |
Of course not! | 0:21:34 | 0:21:35 | |
Nobody feckin' likes you! | 0:21:40 | 0:21:42 | |
I'm joking! | 0:21:44 | 0:21:45 | |
What's this? | 0:21:46 | 0:21:48 | |
The Nativity play. | 0:21:48 | 0:21:50 | |
-Did you get your part? -Yes. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:52 | |
-The Virgin Mary? -No. | 0:21:52 | 0:21:55 | |
-The innkeeper's wife? -No. | 0:21:56 | 0:21:58 | |
One of the three wise men? | 0:21:58 | 0:22:00 | |
Not if I grew me own feckin' beard! | 0:22:00 | 0:22:03 | |
Ah, don't tell me you've no lines? | 0:22:05 | 0:22:06 | |
Oh, I have lines all right. I spend the whole play going fuckin', "Moo, moo!" | 0:22:06 | 0:22:10 | |
From the Virgin Mary to the dairy. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
Well, I'm glad you're able to laugh about it! | 0:22:23 | 0:22:26 | |
Oh, it's much easier when you've no feckin' choice. | 0:22:26 | 0:22:28 | |
-I have it! -You have what? | 0:22:30 | 0:22:32 | |
How to kill a turkey. I got it off the internet. | 0:22:32 | 0:22:35 | |
"To calm the turkey, place a bag... over the head." | 0:22:36 | 0:22:41 | |
-Oh, God! -"Then, with a hammer, | 0:22:41 | 0:22:44 | |
"strike the bird on the back of the head!" | 0:22:44 | 0:22:46 | |
Right. Here we go... | 0:22:46 | 0:22:49 | |
-I don't want to be here for this. -Has to be done, Mammy. | 0:22:49 | 0:22:52 | |
Hello, Mr Turkey! | 0:22:55 | 0:22:57 | |
LOUD BANGING AND FRENZIED CLUCKING | 0:23:02 | 0:23:05 | |
COMMOTION CONTINUES | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
Will you stay still?! | 0:23:12 | 0:23:13 | |
This is not working! | 0:23:21 | 0:23:22 | |
Here's one of Rory's letters. Now, he was only ten. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:34 | |
Listen to this. | 0:23:34 | 0:23:35 | |
"Dear Santa, Sir or Madam... | 0:23:35 | 0:23:38 | |
"Please could I have an embroidery set?" | 0:23:39 | 0:23:42 | |
-Oh, Cathy Brown. -What? | 0:23:46 | 0:23:48 | |
You were such an angry child. | 0:23:48 | 0:23:49 | |
"Dear red-nosed fat bastard..." | 0:23:50 | 0:23:53 | |
Let me see, hold on now. Oh, now, here's Trevor's. Listen! | 0:23:55 | 0:24:00 | |
"Dear Santa..." | 0:24:02 | 0:24:04 | |
"Please don't bring me anything. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
"Give my present to a poor boy who has no toys." | 0:24:06 | 0:24:10 | |
AUDIENCE: Aww! | 0:24:12 | 0:24:14 | |
That'd be Trevor all right! | 0:24:14 | 0:24:16 | |
-DOORBELL RINGS -Rory, get the door, will ya, love? | 0:24:16 | 0:24:18 | |
Yes, Dermot, that WOULD be Trevor. He'd give them away, | 0:24:19 | 0:24:22 | |
and you'd fuckin' steal them back! | 0:24:22 | 0:24:24 | |
Oh, hello, everybody! | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
Mother! | 0:24:29 | 0:24:30 | |
Hello, Higgley! | 0:24:31 | 0:24:33 | |
I got your phone message. Thanks for the invitation. | 0:24:33 | 0:24:35 | |
A little something, to say "happy Christmas". | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
A tin of biscuits. | 0:24:38 | 0:24:40 | |
ALL: Chocolate Kimberley? | 0:24:40 | 0:24:42 | |
Why, yes! | 0:24:42 | 0:24:44 | |
Business is boomin'. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:45 | |
Hillary, why don't you sit in my chair? | 0:24:45 | 0:24:49 | |
Would you like a drink? | 0:24:49 | 0:24:52 | |
Well, perhaps a sherry. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:54 | |
Rory, get her a gin and tonic! | 0:24:54 | 0:24:57 | |
-Without lemon. -We've no lemon. Will you have it without orange? | 0:24:57 | 0:25:00 | |
OK, everybody? That's ready now, Ma! | 0:25:05 | 0:25:07 | |
Ah, good boy! Hillary... | 0:25:07 | 0:25:09 | |
actually, you're just in time for the switching on of the lights! | 0:25:09 | 0:25:13 | |
Is everybody ready? | 0:25:13 | 0:25:14 | |
Three, two, one... | 0:25:16 | 0:25:19 | |
Wow! | 0:25:23 | 0:25:25 | |
Oh, my God! | 0:25:27 | 0:25:28 | |
-There's a bulb gone there, look! -Shut up! | 0:25:31 | 0:25:34 | |
Now...a toast! | 0:25:34 | 0:25:37 | |
Now, wait, before you go toasting and making merry. | 0:25:37 | 0:25:39 | |
I think it's important that we take just a moment... | 0:25:39 | 0:25:42 | |
to think about the true meaning of Christmas. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:45 | |
In a couple of days, we're going to celebrate the birth of Santa Claus. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:50 | |
So, to baby Santa... | 0:25:52 | 0:25:55 | |
ALL: To baby Santa! | 0:25:55 | 0:25:57 | |
No. Not to Baby Santa. To YOU, Mammy. | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
No matter how tough things were - | 0:25:59 | 0:26:02 | |
and God knows, at times they were awful - | 0:26:02 | 0:26:04 | |
you always managed to make Christmas magical...for all of us. | 0:26:04 | 0:26:08 | |
-To Mammy. -ALL: To Mammy! | 0:26:08 | 0:26:11 | |
Every child deserves Christmas. | 0:26:11 | 0:26:13 | |
OK. Let's have a little Christmas sing-along. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:16 | |
I love a sing-song! | 0:26:16 | 0:26:18 | |
You'll get your turn, Grandad! | 0:26:21 | 0:26:23 | |
No, Betty! Betty, sing the one you sang at your mother's wedding. | 0:26:23 | 0:26:26 | |
Maria...you sing. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:30 | |
Yes, Maria, with your beautiful voice, sing something Christmassy - something traditional. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:36 | |
# Silent night | 0:26:45 | 0:26:49 | |
# Holy night | 0:26:49 | 0:26:55 | |
# All is calm | 0:26:55 | 0:26:58 | |
# All is bright... # | 0:26:58 | 0:27:02 | |
Come on - the whole family. | 0:27:02 | 0:27:04 | |
-ALL: -# Round yon virgin mother and child | 0:27:04 | 0:27:12 | |
# Holy infant so tender and mild | 0:27:12 | 0:27:22 | |
# Sleep in heavenly peace | 0:27:22 | 0:27:31 | |
# Sleep in heavenly peace. # | 0:27:31 | 0:27:39 | |
-Oh, Maria, that was beautiful. -Mammy? -Yes, love? | 0:27:39 | 0:27:43 | |
-Happy Christmas! -Happy Christmas to you, son! | 0:27:43 | 0:27:46 | |
No, Mammy. Happy Christmas! | 0:27:46 | 0:27:48 | |
Happy Christmas, everybody! | 0:28:03 | 0:28:05 | |
And a happy new year to YOUR family. | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:28:13 | 0:28:16 | |
You see? There IS a Santa Claus! | 0:28:45 | 0:28:48 | |
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