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"I'm a valuable commodity."
I see a dude coming at me, trying to kill me?
I tell myself, get killed!
Catch the ball!
Booya! Touchdown!
I make miracles happen, baby!
"I've got an ant problem, Jerry."
Nobody's looking out for Rod Tidwell.
And I'm supposed to be a superstar!
No, not today, no.
"Crops have been destroyed as far as the eye can see."
"There is talk of a beast."
They whisper the name Dobhar-chu.
Do you believe it, An Dagda?
- Oh my God. - I liked her.
Ah no, love. She's not well, love.
Down your daggers. He is of Dagda, and I am an Dagda.
All shorts. He's all shorts and no Mescal, isn't he?
"Then she sit there denying and denying"
and I feel a misty coldness climbing up my back
and the skin on my skull begin to creep
and I feel a clamp around my neck and I cannot breathe air.
God bless you, Jerry!
But this is what you're going to do for me. Are you ready?
I hear a voice, a screaming voice and it were my voice.
This is a very personal very important thing.
Hell, it's a family motto.
And all at once I remembered everything she'd done to me.
Here we go.
Show me the money.
Show me the money!
Phew.
Peasant girl number two. Wow.
So, does that mean you're in the show?
No, Dad, it's just a callback.
- So, what's that then? - You know what a callback is.
- Don't play daft. - I'm not playing anything.
What is it, like a second interview?
Yes. A call back.
Sorry. Forgot I married Helen fucking Mirren over here.
It's only a small part and I probably won't even get it, so...
Is that kettle boiled?
I thought I heard it like, a while back.
Were you nervous?
I'd split myself doing something like that, you know.
Gets it from me. Obvs.
I was just doing lines from a play that we're studying at school
so it was alright, actually.
Oh, Keith McCurdle was there, Dad.
He cried after his audition.
- Like, a lot. - He's quite mad, honestly.
The maddest person to ever run a petrol station, I'd say.
I suppose lots of girls will be getting callbacks
until they work out what they really want.
Toast there, son if you care for such things.
Wait, who's getting a callback?
You can be my Oscar date.
Actually, no, that's weird.
- Wait, did you really, though? - Yeah.
Don't gloat, Joanne. You know what your brother's been going through.
I dropped out of college, Mum. I don't have cancer.
- Wisht would you. - Fine, I'm taking a sabbatical.
No, cancer.
You never say cancer in a doctor's house.
That's like saying Hamlet in a theatre.
- It's Macbeth, you plank. - That's great, Jo.
I didn't realize it was the kind of TV show that had orcs and shit in it.
It's only a callback.
Here, when did this come in?
Production can suck my nuts.
"So, in terms of our principal cast where are we? Are we happy?"
- "What's up?" - "More than happy, Brad."
"We sent a basket of cheese or whatever to Jemima Rowlands"
"and she's excited about playing Bridget. She's bringing her cat."
Alright, sorry I missed the morning meeting.
I think my gardener's stealing from me so I need to catch up.
- "Where are we at with the male lead?" - "Really close is what I'm hearing."
"Well, has he signed contracts?"
Pen has not been put to paper per se but he is deeply committed in principle.
- Yeah, that's what he said a month ago. - "And he meant it."
Olaf Frieburger is a huge name right now.
- "I can't believe I got him." - Fuck is that? I didn't ask for that.
Son of a Danish film director theatre trained in London
"started chopping wood on TikTok"
"2 million followers made the Bond shortlist"
models for both Dior and M&Ms.
Wow, what a busy fucking bee.
I just hope he's not using our offer as leverage
and we'll spend all of pre-production chasing a shadow.
He's the guy, Brad. Trust me.
Yeah, and what about all the personal shit?
Well, he does have very many children.
Yeah, Google informs me he has 14 fucking kids.
- What is he, a seahorse? - Well, you know what that tells us?
"What does that tell us?"
Olaf Frieburger never pulls out.
Was that a sex joke there, Wendy?
Yeah, it was, Brad.
"Not bad. Pretty solid."
- You ready, Dad? - Shit the fucking plants, there he is.
- Are you alright, Sonny? - Are you alright?
Better than ever as the saying goes.
Are we still doing the pub for lunch?
Aye. I have a committee thing, so...
I found porn mags in there one time.
What's in there now?
It's so nice to have you home, son reminding us of things.
We've completed option agreements on most of the recurring cast.
And we're going to spend a few days here in Drumban
hoping we can save money on some day players with local hire.
- I did the town musical there once. - Yeah.
Jemima Rowlands has started vocal coaching and accent work.
But what we really need now is clarification on who's playing the Dagda.
- We know who's playing the Dagda. - Because it's a very important role.
Not just narratively but culturally.
No, yeah, I've read it.
- And I know you have your heart set on... - Olaf Frieburger. My mind too.
But I suppose what everybody's wondering is
surely it's time to walk away from the woodchopper.
He was out, he was in, he seems likely to withdraw his commitment
the next time Skittles come calling.
- Kelly. - Carol.
Carol, here's what we know
Olaf Frieburger never pulls out.
Do you know how many kids he has?
We could revisit the backup casting list.
What backup casting list?
We were instructed by your colleague at the studio
he wanted us to have a backup casting list
in case your primary casting options fell through.
My colleague is such a clever clogs.
I'm so lucky to have him.
Oh, here we go.
- What is that? - A fucking sparrow now.
Honestly, this town every day with this shit!
Sorry about your stuff.
Oh, it's fine.
It's only a bag my mother left me.
That's one of the local girls who came in for background lines.
Any good?
Will you be wanting to photograph everyone who's auditioned?
Would that be weird?
No. I mean, no. I just, I actually liked her eyebrows.
I thought maybe she knew of a good place.
I just color mine in, at home.
Oh, I know.
Have you finished with that pastry?
- "Hey, Wendy, it's Brad." - Talk to me, goose.
"Listen, Olaf Freiberger's agent just called."
"He's gone AWOL."
"So, now we don't have a leading man."
What is that, chewing?
And with a production this size comes responsibility.
Every effort must be made to comfortably house our valuable cast and crew.
We hope any temporary inconvenience will be dwarfed by the success
we'll all share in as the I am Celt family.
Yours sincerely, Wendy Patterson executive producer.
That's a big ask, no?
I want to help the production in any way possible
but my family are fairly fond of living at home.
It's ridiculous, Seamie.
What other local dwellings have been requested?
- She only wants my house? - Well, that we know of.
Keith, has anyone else mentioned it at the petrol station?
No.
I say fuck them, Seamie.
How did your audition go, Keith?
Well, it's impossible to know what they're looking for.
- Not talent, anyway. - Or passion.
I don't know, Seamie. If yours is the only house they need
I'm not aware if it's on the official agenda
but are we planning on discussing the fact that dead birds keep dropping out
of the fecking sky, or what?
- I mean, I'm not a holy man. - But not ideal, as signs go.
Well, the agenda is actually fairly packed Keith, as it's a lunch meeting.
I could squeeze dead birds into Thursday night's agenda.
No, you're grand. Sure it'll be fine.
- I'll just duck. - Why?
- Did you audition? - Of course not.
Can you imagine? I find selfies intrusive.
- Bet you did, though? - No.
Drama and bloody history shite does nothing for me.
I'm more of a song and a dance kind of a girl.
- Well, I mean, that's plain as day. - Maybe if it was a screen musical.
Right, like Mama Mia or something?
- Ah, yeah, that's more my jam. - Could I trouble you...
for some cutlery for my soup and sandwich combo?
- Are you with the film crew? - Guilty.
- Not that we're dodgy. - You need cutlery for your sandwich?
No, I meant cutlery for my soup.
So, a spoon?
That's the one. A spoon.
I think it's just by your bowl there.
Oh, yeah.
Very swish.
- It's like dining at the Ritz. - Oh, aye.
The very same.
Then my work here is done.
Mama Mia.
Sorry. You're eating.
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