Mrs. Brown's Boys 2023 S04-01 Miserable Mammy (720p) Plex101

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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mrs. Brown's Boys!

She's Mrs. Brown.

That's Mrs. Brown.

Oh, Mrs. Brown.

Look at all this!

Urgh!

Another week in them.

For God's sake, dirty clothes.

Dust and dirt everywhere.

I'm even getting a smell.

You need to tidy it up.

I'm talking about you, you wrinkled old camel-stroking.

I haven't been to the toilet in three days.

Oh, we'll get an Uber to take you there.

Hello there.

You're up very early.

Come on, come in.

You'll notice I'm not looking my usual beautiful self, but I...

This house is turning into the lost and found at Dublin Airport.

And who owns all this stuff? Not me!

I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm not sleeping great.

I go to bed at night, exhausted, barely able to get up the stairs.

But do I sleep? No.

And I worry about it.

Because I don't know what's wrong with me.

I spend the night tossing and turning.

My body wants to go to sleep, but my brain is going, No, feck off.

I know I should count myself lucky.

Just people my age who are out there,

they say goodnight to their loved ones and drift off to sleep.

The next person they see is... Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hiya, Mammy.

Turn off the fucking light.

No, wakey, wakey.

Bad sleep again last night?

Yes.

You need to do something about that.

I've tried, Kathy.

I've tried Brandy, Horlicks, the porn, the news channel.

You need to talk with Dr Flynn.

Kathy, I want to have a sleep.

I don't want to go into a fucking coma.

Where are you off to?

I'm meeting Sharon and Maria for breakfast down in the shopping centre.

Oh.

What?

You look awful, Mammy.

Good, because I feel it.

Can I do anything?

Well, you could gather up some of the clothes and put a wash on.

There's more in the wash basket there.

Oh, no, I just did me nails.

Kathy, I didn't ask you to take them down to the river and beat them on the rocks.

What's the rush? I'll do it later.

It's always that with you, Kathy, always later, even with sex.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Did I say that out loud? Yeah, I did, yeah.

Try it again.

It's always later with you.

Oh, right, I'm going to go, cos you're obviously in one of your moods.

I'll see you when I get back.

If I'm still here.

Mammy, will you call Dr Flynn?

He'll prescribe you something.

And before you know it, you'll be back to

normal and you can straighten this place out.

Oh, that's a family vacuum, by the way.

I won't be insulted if I see you using it.

How bad does the house have to get

before one of them decides to empty the dishwasher?

Or pull out the fucking bin?

Agnes.

What do you want now?

Call the doctor.

What's wrong with you now?

I haven't been to the toilet in three days.

Well, at 60 euro for a doctor's visit, you can hang on to it.

I haven't even the energy to go over and make myself a cup of tea.

I'm constipated.

No, you're not. You're just full of shit.

Hello, how do you do?

To speak to Dr Flynn, press 1.

Hello?

To leave a message for Dr Flynn, press 2.

Hello, Dr Flynn, this is Agnes Brown.

End of message.

Health service, my arse.

I've been on that phone for nearly a fucking hour.

Count yourself lucky, Agnes.

Winnie, there's people out there dying.

In the garden?

No, Winnie, at the bus stop.

Do you take sugar?

One, no, maybe two. What spoon? I'll do it myself.

Agnes.

What?

Promise you won't get upset.

Go on.

Your house.

What about it?

Well, it's looking a little bit grubby.

I'm aware of that.

Winnie, I am running on fumes.

I haven't time to scratch my arse, never mind clean the house.

Well, I could do that for you.

Clean my house?

No, scratch your arse.

No, Winnie, no.

I can do that myself, Winnie, no thank you.

I could do that for you, though. I could clean your house.

No, Winnie, no, don't, no.

And, Winnie, please, don't argue with me when I'm tired.

Or when I'm not tired.

Good morning, Mammy. Hey, Mr MacGougan.

Where are you going with that?

To the sitting room, by the looks of it.

Winnie, do you want that tea to go?

Go where?

Over your fucking lap.

There he is.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, just hold on there now.

Excuse me, Mario and Luigi.

Can I help you boys with something?

Oh, that'd be great, Mrs Brown. There's more boxes in the Van.

Well, they can fucking stay there.

Jamie, what's going on?

My lock-up has a leak, Ma.

I have to move me stuff out while Mark fixes it.

Well, why don't you put it in your own house?

Are you joking me?

Maria wouldn't have that, Ma.

She says it makes the place look cluttered.

Have I got a sign in me back saying Mrs Brown Storage?

There's more clutter now I have to deal with.

Well, you'd hardly notice it in here, Agnes.

And what can I do about it, Winnie? I'm exhausted.

Well, get the kids to help you out.

Bad chance with that.

Hello. Hello, son.

How are you, Ma? Hi, Mark.

How are you, Winnie? How are you, Mark?

Are you on your own?

Might as well be. Why?

Betty and that phone of hers.

What about it?

It's never out of hand, Ma.

Oh, come on, Mark. Calm down. It can't be that bad.

Hello, Betty. How are you?

Hi.

That's ridiculous. You see?

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram.

Taking over our life, it is.

Well, you should get her just to pick one.

Exactly, Winnie.

I recommend only fans.

I'm not even going to ask.

Betty nearly died this morning.

No. Yeah.

Stared at her phone.

Stepped out in front of a truck.

I saved her just in time.

You gobshite.

You could have been free.

How are you, Ma?

I haven't slept for a week.

Granddad doesn't give a shit.

And I mean that literally.

I can't get Dr Finn's clinic on the phone, the bastard.

Why is Betty on her phone so much?

Who knows, Winnie?

She said she's bored.

She was looking for a part-time job, but it didn't pan out.

Well, Agnes was looking for the cleaner.

Shut up, Winnie.

Mrs Brill, there's a really weird smell in there.

Weird?

Yeah, like something sour.

Oh, it's probably just Betty.

Sorry, what was that?

Nothing, nothing.

Betty, I wonder what you'd check as Granddad wet himself again.

Hashtag Granddad, hashtag piss, hashtag please.

Yeah, Cathy said you weren't sleeping well.

No.

And what did Dr Finn say?

I told you I couldn't get him.

But anyway, he needs to see Granddad too.

Well, listen, I just dropped around to grab some of my tools from the spare room.

For Dermot's job.

Take all your tools.

I have no room for them, Ma.

I've no room for them here either, Michael.

With Dermot's costumes, your tools, and whoever bastard owns that thing,

I haven't room to walk around my own house.

Do you want me to put my tools into the attic?

No, no, that's full of Cathy's boyfriend photographs.

Mrs Brown, Dr Finn's booked out for the afternoon,