Mrs. Brown's Boys D'Movie Page #4

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She's right.

How do you know all this, Mrs McGoogan?

I worked in the Revenue Office.

You were a tax collector?

Cleaner. But I heard things.

If that's the case,

it'll give us time to set up a fund.

- A fund?

- "The Mrs Brown Defence Fund."

I'm liking this. Who'll be treasurer?

Not you.

Hello, Mrs Brown.

Hello. Can I help you?

Actually, it's me who's here

to help you, madam.

I don't get it. Why would you want

to buy my mother's stall and licence?

My client is a well-known retailer.

Who, I'm sure you'll appreciate,

I'm not at liberty to reveal at this time.

And he sees this as an opportunity

to invest in the community.

30,000 is a lot of money.

Over 200 years is a lot of heritage.

It was my great, great grandmother

that started the stall.

It's been handed down to the eldest girl

in the family ever since.

Since 1802.

The times they are a-changing.

- There's one problem.

- And that is?

Show him the tax letter.

Not a problem.

It's now 3.8 million.

My client brings a lot of investment

and employment to Ireland.

Once we agree the sale,

we can make this go away.

- Really? Just like that?

- Just like that.

Right then. I'll leave that with you.

You have my card.

I'll see you out.

I'm sorry, Granny.

I've let you down.

There's my grandmother.

They were false teeth.

They were a wedding present.

Only If we are united can

we save Moore Street Market.

So, does anyone have a question

for our political representative, Mr lnuin?

Silence!

Now, look, I am here to assure you

that as long as I am the representative

for this constituency,

Moore Street Market is hereto stay!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

if you will excuse me,

I have some government

business to attend to.

Very good. Thank you.

Lots of shite about nothing.

Living the dream, what?

Living the dream.

Mrs Brown. You came.

I forgot this was even on.

We're just here for a drink, that's all.

But, Agnes, you are the most important

of all the stallholders in Moore Street.

- Well...

- Not for long.

- What? What does she mean?

- Nothing, nothing.

- She's selling her stall.

- Winnie, move.

- Can I have your attention, please?

- Show us your cock!

Shh!

I have an important announcement

concerning Mrs Agnes Brown.

Wife he feckin' saying?

They have won again.

Mrs Brown is selling her stall

and leaving Moore Street.

Sh*t, do something.

Stop it.

I'm thinking about it.

I haven't made a decision yet.

Don't look at me like that!

Wife nothing to do

with Rab's imaginary "them".

I have a tax bill.

I can't afford to pay it. Wife it.

But we all love you, Mrs Brown.

If you cannot pay it' we will all

chip in and help you pay it.

- We are family.

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