Moone Boy (2012–2015): Season 2, Episode 1 - Boylé Boylé Boylé - full transcript
Liam is all set to take the family on their annual summer holiday - to Donegal in the old camper van. However the others - particularly Martin - are not enthusiastic as it is World Cup 1990 and Ireland are playing Romania. Liam gets his way and the Moones, plus Fidelma's boyfriend Dessie and Martin's friend Padraic - with his own imaginary friend, Crunchie Danger haystacks, pile into the van and set off for Donegal. Martin is not happy and so, whilst the others in the pub, preparing to watch the match on television, and comforting Trisha over the break-up of Talking Heads, he sets off with Sean Murphy to hitch back to Boyle country to watch the money. But they have very little luck until they see a house sporting football colours, though they are in for a surprise. Hopefully the others will realize that Martin, with or without Sean Murphy, is missing.
'Some people say that Ireland's big
dream is to somehow float
'itself into the middle
of the Atlantic,
'so that people will stop
confusing it with England.
'Which is only partly true.
'Because Ireland's real dream is
to someday win the World Cup.
'And in 1990, we were almost there!
'As in, for the first time,
we'd actually managed to qualify.'
That was some game last night.
Amazing.
1-1 against the mighty Dutch.
Another triumphant draw!
Hey, you know what me
and the Irish team have in common?
Where do I start?
We're both amazing at drawing!
Ha-ha! Yeah.
And word-play!
Yeah, this is what it's all
about, buddy.
Passion, patriotic pride,
and poorly-constructed rhymes.
I thought you said it was
all about beating the English.
Oh, yeah, it's mainly about
beating the English
but it's also about beating
the Koreans, Buddy.
That's right.
And the bloody Egyptians.
Yeah, and the greasy Italians! Yeah!
Schillaci?
Schillaci!
Schillaci!
Hi, Dad.
Say hello to the holidaymobile.
Borrowed it from Francie Feeley.
It smells like fish.
It's like we're at the seaside
already, isn't it, pal?
In a Titanic kind of way.
The funny thing is I'd go quite well
with some iceberg lettuce!
See you, lads.
Go on, ya lanky whore!
I would jump on that barely-Irish
bastard
like a big sexy bouncy castle.
You started packing yet, Dave?
We're still going?
Of course we're still going.
What about the World Cup?
We're not cancelling our holiday
for some foreign bloody sport.
"Some foreign bloody sport"?
Blasphemy, that!
Liam, what you don't understand is
it's not just about football.
It's about this country finally
coming into its own. Exactly!
Stepping out of England's
shadow. Cos d'ya know what?
We don't need them.
We don't need anyone.
Don't need anyone.
Yeah, of course yeah you've
got to be worried.
We're happy with a draw
and we've got to prove everybody
right that it was a good draw for us.
Apart from these English people
who do have Irish grannies.
Exactly.
It's a bunch of English lads kicking
a ball around in Irish jerseys.
It's not nationalism, it's flagism.
Listen to me, Mr Man.
If you had any sense, you'd be the
one printing the flags
and the banners and the T-shirts.
That's right. You need to board
the good ship Charlton, Liam,
or you'll be left to rot here on
your old island of old rotten shite.
Are you drunk?
I'm a little bit drunk.
Brilliant(!)
Give it a lash, Jack.
Seriously, Liam, I don't want
to go to Donegal.
Would it be weird if I stayed here?
And I don't want to watch the
World Cup on foreign soil.
I won't understand the commentary.
It's the same commentary!
And the same soil.
There's no soil like Boyle soil.
Look what you've done to Trisha!
Jesus. Are you all right, pet?
Talking Heads have broken up.
Her favourite band.
Ya see, she's not upset
about Donegal, she's just upset
because some stupid band broke up.
SHE CRIES LOUDLY
You are on a one-man mission to
make this family miserable.
Look, we're going. It's holiday time
and there are more important
things in life than football.
Name one!
Family! Oh, yeah.
The family needs this, Debs.
Oh, he's good. He is good.
We've had a tough year.
What with Fidelma getting pregnant
and Trisha failing her exams
and Martin knocking down the wall,
and Sinead... Well, Sinead!
I've done a bunch
of stuff you don't know about.
We need this break.
We need to reconnect with
the land of our fathers,
and escape the hustle
and bustle of Boyle.
Hustle and bustle?
COCKEREL CROWS
That! Right there! Manic suburban
cockerels crowing willy-nilly.
We need to get away from this
racket.
We need a bit of Moone time, Deb.
Yeah. I suppose.
Hi, lads! Will I throw this
in the fish wagon?
Well... Moones plus one.
And ye know Dessie is coming too?
Maybe we should stay.
Yeah. Oh, great.
Makes more sense
when you think about it.
Come on, lads.
Oh, thank God.
I thought that was me!
HORN BEEPS
Martin!
Oh, balls!
Why does Dessie have to come?
Cos Dessie is part of the family
now. Sort of.
And Fidelma wants us
to spend more time with him.
So why's Padraic coming? It's not
like he got one of us pregnant.
Ha! Not yet anyway!
You know it was Martin's turn
to bring a friend.
Remember last time Sinead brought
the Green Giant?
Don't call her that!
It's not her fault
she could only eat peas.
I can only eat peas.
Hi, dudes. Any room at the inn?
Hop in there, Desbo.
Give it a good lift there, love.
It's pretty heavy.
Come on, you're not that pregnant!
You're bringing your keyboard?
Well, I know how much you like
music, Trisha,
so I thought it might be fun to...
Great!
♪ We're on the road to nowhere...♪
Oh! We're across the border!
So long, Roscommon!
Keep an eye on your things, folks.
Time to break out my new
holiday look.
It's inspired by Marty McFly in
Back To The Future Part Two.
But I'm Martin. If anyone should be
Marty McFly, it should be me.
Tell it to last week, Martin.
Oh, wait - only I can do that.
I love it, Padraic.
Now all you need is a "Doc Brown"!
Don't worry. I've got that covered.
Who are you meant to be?
Oh, I'm Maradona.
But erm...
Martin got confused.
Irish speakers make me feel weird.
I don't know what they're saying
but I always think they're
judging the rest of us.
So, are we stopping soon or do
we have a toilet bucket
or what's the craic?
Huh?
Oh. I can feel it coming.
Things are getting loose.
All right, come on, lads.
Martin!
(Oh, balls.)
Not too shabby there, Desbo!
Forget to turn
off the immersion, did ya?
I got to turn it back on.
Here we are!
Can't wait to explore this
futuristic landscape,
see if I can rustle up some
plutonium for the journey home.
I suppose I'll just carry on with
my work as a doctor of something.
Wait, wait, wait.
Why do I need a suitcase?
Careful with that precious cargo.
What?
Is that just soil?
No, sir. That is Boyle soil.
Ahh! My own private embassy!
Ah, yeah! Hasn't changed a bit.
Just as awful as I remember it.
Come on, I'll show
you where the bedrooms are.
Now you're talkin'!
You know, Trish, I think this break
will really help you get over
Chalky Heads breaking up.
Yeah, it's a great house to cry in.
Have they even cleaned this place
since we were last here?
No, I don't think they have.
'I can only eat peas.'
I see this little shanty
townhouse hasn't changed.
OK, look, if you all want to walk
back to Boyle, that's fine by me.
OK. I'll see ye at home so.
Martin,
how big is this bloody embassy?
Come on. We're leaving this dump.
Wait, you're running away from home?
I'm running away from holidays.
That's not a thing.
I just think if Dad got to know
him a better, he'd like him.
I mean, you like him now, don't you?
He's one in a million.
Do you think I'm
talking about Jack Charlton?
The big JC. Leading us to the
promised land.
I'm liking the sound of this
chat, lads. Mam?
Sorry. Yes. Dad will come around.
As long as you promise one thing.
Anything.
Don't impregnate his daughter.
Sorry, Debs. Never been a man
for promises. Don't have the time.
Right. Family activity!
I'm going to the arcade. Right.
The rest of us are going to do
something together, so help me God.
Is it a dork fancy dress
competition?
Listen to this.
There's an ancient Celtic
burial dolmen.
4,000 years old it is.
I mean, what an insight into our
nation's history that'll be.
"..and the dolmen is within walking
distance of Irish goalkeeper
Packie Bonner's house."
Ole! Let's go honour the Bonner!
Are we nearly there?
We've been walking for one minute,
Sinead. That's where we came from.
Wait, where's Martin? He must've
gone to the arcade with Trisha.
Ya see? When we're up here, wherever
he is, we know he's safe.
Yeah. Not like in Boyle,
with all those drive-by shootings.
You know, maybe we should cross
the road and head back, buddy.
No, Sean, I just feel like an
immigrant up here, ya know? Right.
With their mad language and funny
ways. I'm loyal to my own town.
I miss the comforts of home.
You know that we're still in
Ireland, right? It's not Boyle.
I mean, it's not far.
I admit it, I'm stuck in my ways.
Always have been.
You're a Boyle-ist.
If we have to put a name on it,
then yes, I'm a Boyle-ist,
and my heart yearns to return.
Which is why we should cross
the road and head back.
Oh, yeah! This is the wrong way.
Exactly.
MUSIC: "Psycho Killer"
by Talking Heads
WOMAN SOBS AND MUTTERS
Hello.
Are you OK? You look sad.
I'm sorry, I don't speak Irish. I...
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
Can I share your mourning rock?
Yeah, that's where I hurt too.
DOORBELL RINGS
He's not home.
Well, yeah, he's probably in Italy,
with the team, isn't he?
It's weird that he has no goalposts
or anything in his garden.
But look at the indentations
in the grass.
Bet you that's where he put jumpers.
You know, for goalposts.
Shall we take a photo?
We have dead grass at home.
Cheap bloody guide-book.
What did he say?
You're not going to believe this,
but that's exactly where the
jumpers were.
Oh, wow!
Football history.
Packie Bonner!
Holidays!
It's going to get dark soon, buddy.
I'm worried we're gonna miss the
match. Ya think we should go back?
Wait!
Look at that house over there.
Do you see what I see?
That's how this works.
Those are the Roscommon colours!
Yes! Nobody else has those
colours(!)
You're getting on well.
Dad's definitely warming to you.
Yeah.
Er, not sure I love the nickname
he's given me though.
I'm sure you misheard him, Dessie.
Maybe.
It really is peaceful up here.
Yeah, it really is, Life-Wrecker.
I feel so connected to this land.
The history, the undiluted pride
in the language.
This is Ireland!
No, I think it's Cameroon.
Who are we playing anyway?
Romania. Our sworn enemies.
Since when? Since now, Liam!
We can't watch the match on that.
We could build a bonfire
and sing auld songs of our fathers.
Right, we're finding a pub.
Pap, pap, pap.
Right and a papapapap.
And the knock and the big Boyle
elbow. Ah, the old Roscommon knock.
Opening doors and hearts
for 3,000 years.
That's right, yellow and blue
are also the colours of Romania.
COMMENTARY: Minutes away from the
biggest game in Irish history...
Bloody soccer, huh?
I just don't get it, Life-Wrecker.
Me neither. Bunch of rich fellas
kicking around a pig's bladder.
Pretending to be..
To be Irish. It's just flagism.
Exactly. I was just saying the same.
Sweet mercy.
Did they meet the Pope?
Come on, Ireland!
COMMENTARY: Ireland's sworn enemies,
Romania, take the field...
This is the biggest day of our
lives.
Here you are, love, good timing.
We're just about to start.
A clock tower!
Now all I need is lightning.
And a car that can travel
through time.
COMMENTARY: And now a nation rises
to its feet.
I wonder whose national anthem
they're going to sing.
They're singing 'as Gaeilge'!
I suppose we're the lucky ones
to be born Irish.
Those lads choose to be.
That's a good point...Dessie.
Thanks...Liam.
Mr Moone. Mr Moone.
♪ You'll never beat the Irish! ♪
ALL: # You'll never beat the Irish!
♪ You'll never beat the Irish!
♪ You'll never beat the Irish! ♪
'And so the Moones joined all
the families of Ireland
'in cheering on their green giants.'
Come on, you green giants!
Oh, isn't this great?
I feel like something's missing
though.
Oh, you're right. More drink.
LOUD CHEERING
Come on!
'And hundreds of miles
away in Genoa,
'their green giants heard
the roars across the seas.
'They fought like heroes, like 11
Cuchulains. And with the hope
'of making a good country great,
'they battled for 120 long minutes,
and...
'..drew. Yeah, they drew,
they drew again.'
COMMENTARY: Ireland nil,
Romania nil...
So what happens now? Penalties.
I don't know if I can take it.
This is faminesque.
COMMENTARY: The coin toss
has determined that Romania
will go first.
Jack Charlton can only stand back
and watch.
THEY GROAN
COMMENTARY: One-nil.
THEY CHEER
1-1!
ALL: Oooooh!
COMMENTARY: Cascarino!
And that is Daniel Timofte versus
Donegal's Packie Bonner
We were at his house today.
That's right.
LOUD CHEERING
COMMENTARY: And now it's all up
to David O'Leary. The nation holds
it's breath.
Come on, David O'Leary!
SHOUTING AND CHEERING
Come on!
Yes! Come on!
♪ Ole, ole, ole,
♪ Ole, ole...
♪ Ole, ole, ole
♪ Ole, ole, losers ♪
So...what's for dinner?
'The very next morning,
in a haze of euphoria,
'Liam Moone commandeered the
football bandwagon and rushed
'his family home to share the joy
of a World Cup quarterfinal
'in their own home town.'
♪ Give it a lash, Jack
♪ Give it a lash, Jack
♪ Never, never, never say no... ♪
♪ Ireland, Ireland... ♪
'And even Trisha's musical
misery mellowed
'when her angel of the mourning rock
'introduced her to the fragrant
sounds of some Rosie Stones.'
♪ ..Ireland, Ireland... ♪
♪ ..sell my soul... ♪
Martin.
Will ya grab the last of the bags
from the van, Martin?
Ouch.
You didn't notice I was gone.
Gone from where? Oh, my God.
I ran away. When? From holiday!
We've been on the journey
of our lives.
I wasn't in the van.
We knew you weren't in the van.
At least we didn't have to
look at that annoying baseball cap.
Double ouch.
That was Padraic's
annoying baseball cap.
Oh, balls. Padraic!
OK, back in the fish van, everyone.
I did it, I finally did it!
What did you do?
I set the road on fire!
Yes!
ALL SHOUTING
Come on, you boys in green!
COMMENTARY: Schillaci scores!
Toto Schillaci has undone
Ireland's dream
Schillaci.
Schillaci!!
Here we go.
COMMENTARY: It's the final whistle.
It's all over here in Rome...
..This remarkable journey has
reached its final port...
Cheer up. Who wants a fresh new
Irish headband?
No-one does, Dad, it's done.
But we're a new Ireland now,
free from the shackles
of the old world order.
Shut up, Liam!
You're upsetting everyone.
COMMENTARY: A port of sadness,
where ships of defeat
float in a harbour of tears.
Do you need a hand burning those,
Dad?
'The good ship Jack Charlton
sailed into Dublin
'as though they'd won the World Cup.
'Tired, punch-drunk, drink drunk,
'the first national heroes
of the new Ireland.'
JACK CHARLTON: We prepared properly.
We had a little bit of sun.
We ate well.
And we drank very little.
We're going to change that tonight.
'And as proved by Tony Cascarino
himself,
'if you've got enough Irish spirit,
'you don't even need an
Irish Granny!'
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
dream is to somehow float
'itself into the middle
of the Atlantic,
'so that people will stop
confusing it with England.
'Which is only partly true.
'Because Ireland's real dream is
to someday win the World Cup.
'And in 1990, we were almost there!
'As in, for the first time,
we'd actually managed to qualify.'
That was some game last night.
Amazing.
1-1 against the mighty Dutch.
Another triumphant draw!
Hey, you know what me
and the Irish team have in common?
Where do I start?
We're both amazing at drawing!
Ha-ha! Yeah.
And word-play!
Yeah, this is what it's all
about, buddy.
Passion, patriotic pride,
and poorly-constructed rhymes.
I thought you said it was
all about beating the English.
Oh, yeah, it's mainly about
beating the English
but it's also about beating
the Koreans, Buddy.
That's right.
And the bloody Egyptians.
Yeah, and the greasy Italians! Yeah!
Schillaci?
Schillaci!
Schillaci!
Hi, Dad.
Say hello to the holidaymobile.
Borrowed it from Francie Feeley.
It smells like fish.
It's like we're at the seaside
already, isn't it, pal?
In a Titanic kind of way.
The funny thing is I'd go quite well
with some iceberg lettuce!
See you, lads.
Go on, ya lanky whore!
I would jump on that barely-Irish
bastard
like a big sexy bouncy castle.
You started packing yet, Dave?
We're still going?
Of course we're still going.
What about the World Cup?
We're not cancelling our holiday
for some foreign bloody sport.
"Some foreign bloody sport"?
Blasphemy, that!
Liam, what you don't understand is
it's not just about football.
It's about this country finally
coming into its own. Exactly!
Stepping out of England's
shadow. Cos d'ya know what?
We don't need them.
We don't need anyone.
Don't need anyone.
Yeah, of course yeah you've
got to be worried.
We're happy with a draw
and we've got to prove everybody
right that it was a good draw for us.
Apart from these English people
who do have Irish grannies.
Exactly.
It's a bunch of English lads kicking
a ball around in Irish jerseys.
It's not nationalism, it's flagism.
Listen to me, Mr Man.
If you had any sense, you'd be the
one printing the flags
and the banners and the T-shirts.
That's right. You need to board
the good ship Charlton, Liam,
or you'll be left to rot here on
your old island of old rotten shite.
Are you drunk?
I'm a little bit drunk.
Brilliant(!)
Give it a lash, Jack.
Seriously, Liam, I don't want
to go to Donegal.
Would it be weird if I stayed here?
And I don't want to watch the
World Cup on foreign soil.
I won't understand the commentary.
It's the same commentary!
And the same soil.
There's no soil like Boyle soil.
Look what you've done to Trisha!
Jesus. Are you all right, pet?
Talking Heads have broken up.
Her favourite band.
Ya see, she's not upset
about Donegal, she's just upset
because some stupid band broke up.
SHE CRIES LOUDLY
You are on a one-man mission to
make this family miserable.
Look, we're going. It's holiday time
and there are more important
things in life than football.
Name one!
Family! Oh, yeah.
The family needs this, Debs.
Oh, he's good. He is good.
We've had a tough year.
What with Fidelma getting pregnant
and Trisha failing her exams
and Martin knocking down the wall,
and Sinead... Well, Sinead!
I've done a bunch
of stuff you don't know about.
We need this break.
We need to reconnect with
the land of our fathers,
and escape the hustle
and bustle of Boyle.
Hustle and bustle?
COCKEREL CROWS
That! Right there! Manic suburban
cockerels crowing willy-nilly.
We need to get away from this
racket.
We need a bit of Moone time, Deb.
Yeah. I suppose.
Hi, lads! Will I throw this
in the fish wagon?
Well... Moones plus one.
And ye know Dessie is coming too?
Maybe we should stay.
Yeah. Oh, great.
Makes more sense
when you think about it.
Come on, lads.
Oh, thank God.
I thought that was me!
HORN BEEPS
Martin!
Oh, balls!
Why does Dessie have to come?
Cos Dessie is part of the family
now. Sort of.
And Fidelma wants us
to spend more time with him.
So why's Padraic coming? It's not
like he got one of us pregnant.
Ha! Not yet anyway!
You know it was Martin's turn
to bring a friend.
Remember last time Sinead brought
the Green Giant?
Don't call her that!
It's not her fault
she could only eat peas.
I can only eat peas.
Hi, dudes. Any room at the inn?
Hop in there, Desbo.
Give it a good lift there, love.
It's pretty heavy.
Come on, you're not that pregnant!
You're bringing your keyboard?
Well, I know how much you like
music, Trisha,
so I thought it might be fun to...
Great!
♪ We're on the road to nowhere...♪
Oh! We're across the border!
So long, Roscommon!
Keep an eye on your things, folks.
Time to break out my new
holiday look.
It's inspired by Marty McFly in
Back To The Future Part Two.
But I'm Martin. If anyone should be
Marty McFly, it should be me.
Tell it to last week, Martin.
Oh, wait - only I can do that.
I love it, Padraic.
Now all you need is a "Doc Brown"!
Don't worry. I've got that covered.
Who are you meant to be?
Oh, I'm Maradona.
But erm...
Martin got confused.
Irish speakers make me feel weird.
I don't know what they're saying
but I always think they're
judging the rest of us.
So, are we stopping soon or do
we have a toilet bucket
or what's the craic?
Huh?
Oh. I can feel it coming.
Things are getting loose.
All right, come on, lads.
Martin!
(Oh, balls.)
Not too shabby there, Desbo!
Forget to turn
off the immersion, did ya?
I got to turn it back on.
Here we are!
Can't wait to explore this
futuristic landscape,
see if I can rustle up some
plutonium for the journey home.
I suppose I'll just carry on with
my work as a doctor of something.
Wait, wait, wait.
Why do I need a suitcase?
Careful with that precious cargo.
What?
Is that just soil?
No, sir. That is Boyle soil.
Ahh! My own private embassy!
Ah, yeah! Hasn't changed a bit.
Just as awful as I remember it.
Come on, I'll show
you where the bedrooms are.
Now you're talkin'!
You know, Trish, I think this break
will really help you get over
Chalky Heads breaking up.
Yeah, it's a great house to cry in.
Have they even cleaned this place
since we were last here?
No, I don't think they have.
'I can only eat peas.'
I see this little shanty
townhouse hasn't changed.
OK, look, if you all want to walk
back to Boyle, that's fine by me.
OK. I'll see ye at home so.
Martin,
how big is this bloody embassy?
Come on. We're leaving this dump.
Wait, you're running away from home?
I'm running away from holidays.
That's not a thing.
I just think if Dad got to know
him a better, he'd like him.
I mean, you like him now, don't you?
He's one in a million.
Do you think I'm
talking about Jack Charlton?
The big JC. Leading us to the
promised land.
I'm liking the sound of this
chat, lads. Mam?
Sorry. Yes. Dad will come around.
As long as you promise one thing.
Anything.
Don't impregnate his daughter.
Sorry, Debs. Never been a man
for promises. Don't have the time.
Right. Family activity!
I'm going to the arcade. Right.
The rest of us are going to do
something together, so help me God.
Is it a dork fancy dress
competition?
Listen to this.
There's an ancient Celtic
burial dolmen.
4,000 years old it is.
I mean, what an insight into our
nation's history that'll be.
"..and the dolmen is within walking
distance of Irish goalkeeper
Packie Bonner's house."
Ole! Let's go honour the Bonner!
Are we nearly there?
We've been walking for one minute,
Sinead. That's where we came from.
Wait, where's Martin? He must've
gone to the arcade with Trisha.
Ya see? When we're up here, wherever
he is, we know he's safe.
Yeah. Not like in Boyle,
with all those drive-by shootings.
You know, maybe we should cross
the road and head back, buddy.
No, Sean, I just feel like an
immigrant up here, ya know? Right.
With their mad language and funny
ways. I'm loyal to my own town.
I miss the comforts of home.
You know that we're still in
Ireland, right? It's not Boyle.
I mean, it's not far.
I admit it, I'm stuck in my ways.
Always have been.
You're a Boyle-ist.
If we have to put a name on it,
then yes, I'm a Boyle-ist,
and my heart yearns to return.
Which is why we should cross
the road and head back.
Oh, yeah! This is the wrong way.
Exactly.
MUSIC: "Psycho Killer"
by Talking Heads
WOMAN SOBS AND MUTTERS
Hello.
Are you OK? You look sad.
I'm sorry, I don't speak Irish. I...
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
Can I share your mourning rock?
Yeah, that's where I hurt too.
DOORBELL RINGS
He's not home.
Well, yeah, he's probably in Italy,
with the team, isn't he?
It's weird that he has no goalposts
or anything in his garden.
But look at the indentations
in the grass.
Bet you that's where he put jumpers.
You know, for goalposts.
Shall we take a photo?
We have dead grass at home.
Cheap bloody guide-book.
What did he say?
You're not going to believe this,
but that's exactly where the
jumpers were.
Oh, wow!
Football history.
Packie Bonner!
Holidays!
It's going to get dark soon, buddy.
I'm worried we're gonna miss the
match. Ya think we should go back?
Wait!
Look at that house over there.
Do you see what I see?
That's how this works.
Those are the Roscommon colours!
Yes! Nobody else has those
colours(!)
You're getting on well.
Dad's definitely warming to you.
Yeah.
Er, not sure I love the nickname
he's given me though.
I'm sure you misheard him, Dessie.
Maybe.
It really is peaceful up here.
Yeah, it really is, Life-Wrecker.
I feel so connected to this land.
The history, the undiluted pride
in the language.
This is Ireland!
No, I think it's Cameroon.
Who are we playing anyway?
Romania. Our sworn enemies.
Since when? Since now, Liam!
We can't watch the match on that.
We could build a bonfire
and sing auld songs of our fathers.
Right, we're finding a pub.
Pap, pap, pap.
Right and a papapapap.
And the knock and the big Boyle
elbow. Ah, the old Roscommon knock.
Opening doors and hearts
for 3,000 years.
That's right, yellow and blue
are also the colours of Romania.
COMMENTARY: Minutes away from the
biggest game in Irish history...
Bloody soccer, huh?
I just don't get it, Life-Wrecker.
Me neither. Bunch of rich fellas
kicking around a pig's bladder.
Pretending to be..
To be Irish. It's just flagism.
Exactly. I was just saying the same.
Sweet mercy.
Did they meet the Pope?
Come on, Ireland!
COMMENTARY: Ireland's sworn enemies,
Romania, take the field...
This is the biggest day of our
lives.
Here you are, love, good timing.
We're just about to start.
A clock tower!
Now all I need is lightning.
And a car that can travel
through time.
COMMENTARY: And now a nation rises
to its feet.
I wonder whose national anthem
they're going to sing.
They're singing 'as Gaeilge'!
I suppose we're the lucky ones
to be born Irish.
Those lads choose to be.
That's a good point...Dessie.
Thanks...Liam.
Mr Moone. Mr Moone.
♪ You'll never beat the Irish! ♪
ALL: # You'll never beat the Irish!
♪ You'll never beat the Irish!
♪ You'll never beat the Irish! ♪
'And so the Moones joined all
the families of Ireland
'in cheering on their green giants.'
Come on, you green giants!
Oh, isn't this great?
I feel like something's missing
though.
Oh, you're right. More drink.
LOUD CHEERING
Come on!
'And hundreds of miles
away in Genoa,
'their green giants heard
the roars across the seas.
'They fought like heroes, like 11
Cuchulains. And with the hope
'of making a good country great,
'they battled for 120 long minutes,
and...
'..drew. Yeah, they drew,
they drew again.'
COMMENTARY: Ireland nil,
Romania nil...
So what happens now? Penalties.
I don't know if I can take it.
This is faminesque.
COMMENTARY: The coin toss
has determined that Romania
will go first.
Jack Charlton can only stand back
and watch.
THEY GROAN
COMMENTARY: One-nil.
THEY CHEER
1-1!
ALL: Oooooh!
COMMENTARY: Cascarino!
And that is Daniel Timofte versus
Donegal's Packie Bonner
We were at his house today.
That's right.
LOUD CHEERING
COMMENTARY: And now it's all up
to David O'Leary. The nation holds
it's breath.
Come on, David O'Leary!
SHOUTING AND CHEERING
Come on!
Yes! Come on!
♪ Ole, ole, ole,
♪ Ole, ole...
♪ Ole, ole, ole
♪ Ole, ole, losers ♪
So...what's for dinner?
'The very next morning,
in a haze of euphoria,
'Liam Moone commandeered the
football bandwagon and rushed
'his family home to share the joy
of a World Cup quarterfinal
'in their own home town.'
♪ Give it a lash, Jack
♪ Give it a lash, Jack
♪ Never, never, never say no... ♪
♪ Ireland, Ireland... ♪
'And even Trisha's musical
misery mellowed
'when her angel of the mourning rock
'introduced her to the fragrant
sounds of some Rosie Stones.'
♪ ..Ireland, Ireland... ♪
♪ ..sell my soul... ♪
Martin.
Will ya grab the last of the bags
from the van, Martin?
Ouch.
You didn't notice I was gone.
Gone from where? Oh, my God.
I ran away. When? From holiday!
We've been on the journey
of our lives.
I wasn't in the van.
We knew you weren't in the van.
At least we didn't have to
look at that annoying baseball cap.
Double ouch.
That was Padraic's
annoying baseball cap.
Oh, balls. Padraic!
OK, back in the fish van, everyone.
I did it, I finally did it!
What did you do?
I set the road on fire!
Yes!
ALL SHOUTING
Come on, you boys in green!
COMMENTARY: Schillaci scores!
Toto Schillaci has undone
Ireland's dream
Schillaci.
Schillaci!!
Here we go.
COMMENTARY: It's the final whistle.
It's all over here in Rome...
..This remarkable journey has
reached its final port...
Cheer up. Who wants a fresh new
Irish headband?
No-one does, Dad, it's done.
But we're a new Ireland now,
free from the shackles
of the old world order.
Shut up, Liam!
You're upsetting everyone.
COMMENTARY: A port of sadness,
where ships of defeat
float in a harbour of tears.
Do you need a hand burning those,
Dad?
'The good ship Jack Charlton
sailed into Dublin
'as though they'd won the World Cup.
'Tired, punch-drunk, drink drunk,
'the first national heroes
of the new Ireland.'
JACK CHARLTON: We prepared properly.
We had a little bit of sun.
We ate well.
And we drank very little.
We're going to change that tonight.
'And as proved by Tony Cascarino
himself,
'if you've got enough Irish spirit,
'you don't even need an
Irish Granny!'
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