The first 200 lines.
"Your children are not your children"
"They are the sons and the daughters of life's longing for itself"
"The come through you but not from you"
"And though they are with you they belong not to you"
"You can give them your love but not your thoughts"
"They have their own thoughts"
"They have their own thoughts"
"You can house their bodies but not their souls"
"For their souls dwell in a place of tomorrow"
"which you cannot visit not even in your dreams"
"You can strive to be like them but you cannot make them just like you"
"Strive to be like them but you cannot make them just like you"
"You can give them your love but not your thoughts"
- Shut up, fuck. - "They have their own thoughts"
"They have their own thoughts"
"You can house their bodies but not their souls"
"For their souls dwell in a place of tomorrow"
"which you cannot visit not even in your dreams"
"You can thrive to be like them but you cannot make them just like you"
- Hi. Thanks. - Hey, Wendy.
An dobhar chu is no dog...
He is of An Dagda and I am the Dgda.
Ungate an Donhar Chu!
He has just dug his way from Dungarvan!
- Thanks. - And this afternoon?
70% chance of drizzle.
Consistent. Good. We could use an easy first week.
Maybe a bit of wind.
- Can I ask you something? - You have been.
This morning's our first shot. Which is kind of a big deal.
Is it customary for the lead producer to give a speech?
A speech?
Well, not a speech, per se. More of a welcoming message.
A bit of a failte if you know what I mean?
I really don't but I look forward to it.
- Excuse me. - Which one's his trailer?
- Opposite the honey wagon. - Delightful.
Hold your horses! Me lad's half out.
Shit! I'm sorry! Shit! Shit! I thought you said he was expecting me.
Well, I presumed you'd still knock.
- What did you say your name was? - I don't think I did.
Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I almost had your eye out.
It's okay. It's totally my fault. Our fault. Totally.
I know we've spoken on the phone.
I just wanted to say hello and good luck in person.
It's all good, boss.
I'm just delighted to be here.
You know, it's such a privilege to be able to tell the story of my people.
They're asking for you at production Misses Patterson.
Well, we couldn't be happier to have you on board, James.
Big Jim's fine, actually. That's what folk call me.
Fits me well, no?
Okay. Big Jim it is.
They're saying a production truck got into a minor scuffle with a country lane.
Yeah.
Well, we can catch up properly later.
I think they're setting a cast dinner for this week
just looking for a decent restaurant.
Well, I love to eat out.
- Big Bush apparently... - Okay, could you...
Anyway, have a great first day. Break legs and shit.
- And if you need anything... - I'll ring your bell.
- No bother. - Don't worry. He's pulled out.
I'll ring your bell?
You fucking stupid fake.
- "Happy birthday to you" - "Happy birthday to you"
- "Happy birthday to you"
- Is it homemade? - "Happy birthday..."
"would you fuck off?"
- "Happy birthday to you" - "Happy birthday to you"
- Happy becoming an adult day, Jojo. - No singing for you this morning?
That was my gift.
Guys, we could have waited till later. My shift starts in 20.
Come on, blow out your candles so we know you're still single.
Christ, how many frogs does a girl have to kiss?
It won't stop me trying.
Oh, come here.
18 years old. It's not possible.
If you weren't in a hurry I'd cut you in half and count your rings.
Actually, when are they starting filming here?
- Today. - Oh, so...
I presume they're not commandeering our place to house the crew then?
In their hold, they are.
I told them about my circumstances.
Then I didn't hear another peep.
Nice to be able to use your chair as a crutch sometimes.
It is actually, Sonny.
Hold on a minute how can they start filming today
when they haven't told you whether you got that wee part or not?
- Like that isn't a good sign. - Those scenes don't film for ages.
I do have my second call back later, though.
Yeah, but we're still doing the proper surprise cake and the balloons
and all that shit at the White Ridge.
I wouldn't miss it for the world, daddy.
Right. Keith McCurdle makes us sing his favorite Celine Dion song
when we're late for work and honestly not today, Jesus.
Hey, I'll see you later on, love after my Folk Group, right?
- With a slightly bigger cake. - Aye.
- Later, skaters. - Later.
- Morning. - Okay, pick it up.
Oh, there she is, aye.
Thank you.
- Hello! - Hello.
- Hello. - Good morning, Fermanagh!
- Sorry. - Really quiet.
It felt wrong to not mark this auspicious day with a few words.
- Why, though? - Americans love giving speeches.
Stops them having to listen to anybody else.
I don't think this is... Can we...
It's important that you know I grew up not far from here.
I recognize a few old friendly faces here and there.
Is that Colin Buckley?
- Colm. - I'm sorry, what is that?
- Colm. - One more time, Colin.
Colm Buckley. The name's Colm Buckley.
- Oh, Colm, like Gollum. - If you like.
- Well, it is great to see you again, Colin. - Take it easy, will you?
- I'm Dermot. - Excuse me?
I'm Dermot Buckley my older brother's Colm.
- Oh, Jesus Christ, Gollum. - Never met a Colin Buckley, though.
And there's Barbara the baker.
- I'm a butcher, actually. - Right.
- The butcher. - Got there eventually.
Barbara the butcher.
Okay. Well, to wrap things up, then...
break legs, everyone!
I imagine in your game you deal with plenty of pig's heads
don't you, Barbara?
I do prefer the entire creature to be used, yes.
Because it would be awful...
to see the head of a local animal used as a grotesque prop
in order to gain foreign investment.
But... I have no position to say anything but Brexit.
I'm sorry, what's that?
Because I saw you make movements with your little mouth
but all I heard was wind.
Barbara said she can't guarantee every pig is local
due to current food safety legislation.
But I suppose we could do a 23 and Me if you have a swab with you.
And the head of the pig in question of course.
- That what you said? - Aye.
I'm pleased we ended up in Drummond.
And while you and the rest of your committee here are welcome to visit our set...
there will be zero tolerance for anyone who compromises the professional standards
upon which we've built this studio's good name.
Be they butcher, doctor or fucking candlestick maker.
No, we get the gist, I think.
- Abandon ship! - It's set, you moron!
Abandon set!
- Hello, Wendy. - Dad, Christ!
Not quite.
I can't stay long.
I just want to see what is causing our lovely quiet road to turn into a car park.
- And to see you, of course. - Well, here I am.
Nothing to worry about folks just because the earth is wet
there's a small chance that we're all going to get electrocuted.
So we're just asking people to move to higher ground. Okay.
- Are you still on the same phone? - Yes, I am, and I just found the charger.
Well, shall we aim to meet up later, maybe?
- Do you swear now? - Pinky bloody promise.
A few holes of golf will do you the world of good.
You can't be staying here!
You can't, you can't park here you're blocking everything!
Joanne, will you work this afternoon, eh? It's like Gallipoli out there.
I didn't want to make a big deal about it, but it's actually my 18th birthday today, so...
- I've got plans. - Okay, I'll have you out of here by four
but I need to man the forecourt.
They're sucking on the free air machine like it's a commune.
All right. I'll move some things around and I'll be back after lunch, okay?
- You're a star. - Just chill out, Keith.
- Don't touch that! - Right, and any snacks or drinks?
No car wash service, no?
We don't, I'm afraid but the rain is competitively priced.
Stick a Twirl on it, will you?
"Hey, that's not an all you can eat buffet. Have some respect!"
- Sorry... - Happy birthday.
"Leve me alone!"
"You're going to have to back up then you'll be able to come in."
She's on to us, Seamie no doubt about it.
- You could smell the knowledge off her. - Did she seem angry?
What, has she accused Barbara the Butcher of farting out of her own mouth?
- What? - "Is the doctor here yet, Barry?"
- She'll forget in a sec. - What?
That she's old and sick.
Look, did Wendy happen to mention my name at all?
Oh, she knows you're the brains of the operation, no doubt.
Why do you think that? Look, what did she say exactly?
She knows. Of course she knows.
She's wily. Women like that, they always just know.
You should have seen the boots and jacket set on her.
Pure class, the cow.
Maybe we should just disband the committee to bring filming to Drumban.
It feels like it's served its purpose given they're actually filming here now.
Are you mad?
We're way past the point of jumping ship, pal. We're in too deep for that.
Disband the committee?
It's like Al Capone saying let's give up the crime-ringing lads
and set up a chain of nice florists.
Everyone will forget the murders in town.
I've always wanted a florist.
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