Mrs. Brown's Boys D'Movie Page #6

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And then I let them all down.

Want me to go with you?

No.

This I have to do myself.

Sh*t.

That's that, then.

# When I am down

# and, oh my soul, so weary

# When troubles come

# and my heart burdened be

# Then, I am still

# and wait here in the silence

# Until you come and sit awhile with me #

We believe in you, Agnes!

Right, let's face these f***ers.

Careful, your Tourette's is kicking in.

No, they're just f***ers.

# You raise me up... #

Buster, where are you?

I'm in an air vent.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

No, I'm still in an air vent.

Mr Maydo Archer.

I don't care what you do,

but delay everything as long as you can.

- What is it, Dermot?

- We have the receipt.

I just need time to get it here.

Oh, hold on, son.

You're not going anywhere without me.

- What am I supposed to do?

- BAILIFF; All rise for Justice Cannon.

You stay here and keep saying "Wank,

wank, gobble gobble" till I get back.

Ah, Mr Bluster. It no good.

I can't go no further.

You must leave me. Save yourself.

OK. Good luck.

Uh, Justice, before I call the witness...

I'd like to recount a little of

the history of traders in Dublin,

by way of context, if you see what I mean.

I don't see what you mean, but carry on.

We need to do this quick, Dermot.

Maydo Archer can only waffle for so long

with his "blonk, blonk, blank, blank."

Buster, I have the plans.

Listen very closely.

Yeah, I'm going straight on.

Turn left at the next junction

and keep straight.

Keep going. Keep going.

- I can feel the air, Dermot.

- That's it.

Hurry, move towards the air vent.

We need a screwdriver.

I keep it for the bingo. You never know.

Dermo'.

I have it.

- Brilliant!

- I love you, Dermo'.

Not so fast.

I'll take that, thank you.

Oh, son, no, please. You don't want

to hurt a poor defenseless old...

...woman!

Come on, let's get out of here.

How are we gonna get to the courtroom?

- We could take Mr Wang's car.

- Mr Wang! Mr Wang!

- Don't leave me here!

- Mr Wang, you're all right.

We won't go anywhere without you.

F*** him, leave him there.

Mr Bluster, I stuck!

Buster, only you

could call this a car.

Take your time. Oh...

That's nice. That's nice.

Hello. Oh!

Left, left!

Right, right, right!

Right, right! Jesus, right.

Right, right, right. Left! Oh!

Bye-bye.

It was in 841 AD

when the Vikings

first started trading in

Dovelinn, or "black pool",

from which, of course,

Dublin gets its name.

Justice, context is one thing,

but 841 AD, seriously?

At least he didn't begin

"In the beginning there was Heaven".

Silence, please.

I shall allow you a little leeway,

Mr Maydo Archer, but don't push me.

Well, of course, it was Hasculf

Thorgillsson who is well remembered for...

Ice cream!

Balloons, balloons!

What... Jesus Christ almighty...

I feel a little bit of wee coming out.

Cops!

Left, left, for feck's sake!

Keep her going. Keep her going.

Go on, son, go on. We're in the clear.

Wait, Russians. Stop.

Turn around, turn around.

Take it back.

Go, go!

Hold it! More cops.

- Now what do we do?

- I dunno.

Where's that music coming from?

Granddad!

Come on, Granddad.

Oh...

Jump!

On three. Three!

Ah! Mammy, mammy, mammy...

lam a swan.

Timber!

Sh*t! Every man for himself!

...leading us to where we are today.

Thank you for that, Mr Maydo Archer.

Do we have anything judicial to present?

I... Indeed I do, Justice.

Perhaps I should call a witness?

Perhaps you should.

Come on, Mammy.

Dermot, I think I have crabs.

- Move it, son. Move it.

- Oh, God.

Sh*t! Russians!

- Russians, Russians.

- Where?

Come on.

Now what?

- Get in here, boys!

- No. Wait.

Buster, give me the receipt.

We need to split up.

You get them to chase you out of town.

I'll get the receipt to the courts. Go!

Go, go, go.

I'm dry!

I love the movies.

I would like to call, uh, Mr Rory Brown.

I didn't do anything, Justice' I swear.

I think I'm going to be sick.

Hold tight.

Betty, you can just drop

us at the bus stop.

Seriously, Betty.

We don't mind taking a bus, do we, Buster?

Buster. Busier!

- Where is he?

- Cops.

Russians.

Get back in the f***ing car.

Receipt?

Big Issue.

Receipt?

Cash only.

Sh*t!

And I said, "Oh, there's an

awful smell off that."

And he said, "If you think wife bad..."

- Look what I have here in my hand!

- Yeah. Or something like that.

Justice, I believe that the evidence

we've been waiting for has arrived.

20 euro each way Mia's Twin,

at 5 to 1.

Mrs Brown, this is a betting slip.

No. It can't be.

Oh, Nelly, spank my monkey,

lick my love pump, f***, f***!

Call Mark.

Well done, Betty.

Now how do we keep this chase going?

Piece of crap.

Buster gave my ma a betting slip.

Sh*t! Now we have to find Buster

and get the receipt to the court.

Not by car. The cops

have every road blocked.

Now what will we do?

Dermo'!

Hi-ho, Silver! Away!

It's a horse!

Mrs Brown' will you please tell the court

what you believe is going on here?

Justice, this is irrelevant.

There is no receipt, so the woman

should simply sell the stall

for the 30,000 and let

that be the end of it.

How do you know how much I was offered?

Mr Irwin, do we have

a conflict of interest here?

Certainly not.

I was told by one of my researchers.

Whatever.

Anyway, that is not the point here.

Then we will hear what

Mrs Brown has to say.

Buster, would this be the horse

you didn't steal?

Maybe.

It's a tough life

standing at that stall, day in, day out.

Oh, it's beautiful on a sunny day.

The market is buzzing and

you stand there with a smile on your face,

and the sun beating down on your back.

But you try that in January,

when the wind is whipping around your f...

Legs.

And your hands are so cold

you can't even make change.

And why do I do it?

Because my mother did it.

And her mother before her, and so on.

It's not just about the stall.

It's about being part of something bigger.

It, it's about...

Dublin.

It's about being a part of Dublin.

You won't find the real Dublin

in the financial centre,

or the banks, or trendy nightclubs.

Or even here in this court.

The heart,

the pulse of real Dublin

is in Moore Street.

Look in the gallery here.

Immigrants from India, Nigeria, Pakistan,

Iraq, Jamaica...

I'm not f***ing Jamaican!

They've all blended

seamlessly into Dublin culture.

The new Dublin, they call it.

But there isn't any new Dublin.

Moore Street has always welcomed the needy,

the lonely, the lost of this city's people,

and did so with an open heart.

It doesn't matter who you are,

you will be welcomed in Moore Street.

It's something my mother is very proud of

and something I will be proud of

when it's my turn.

When I take over the family stall

from my mother.

There are those who would clear it out,

put Moore Street away and morph this city

into a faceless copy of any other city.

But they can't,

and they won't.

Because we won't let them.

We are Moore Street

and we are going nowhere.

So, then, no more evidence,

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