06x16 - Old Friends

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Heartbeat, why do you miss
when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a
love kiss stay in my memory?

Riddle me, Pat, and
sing to me love's story.

And bring to me love's story.

Well, which one do you think?

Um, I think I like this one.

Well, this one could be for Jo.
I'll fetch a bucket.

Look, Katie, this is a Christmas tree.

Look, we're going to decorate
it with all sorts of lovely things,

and then we're going to
put a pretty angel on the top.

If you were a kid, would you guess?

What?

Well, I wasn't real.

Well, do your walk again.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

What's this, Ventress?

Some sort of undercover work, is it?

I'm Father Christmas, Sarge.

Oh, Father Christmas.
I'd never have guessed.

It's for Aidensfield Primary School, Sarge.

Why don't you come along and watch, Sarge?

They've got a nativity play and all sorts.

Well, I mean, Christmas
is a time for children.

Christmas, Bellamy, is a time for fools.

Now get this idiotic
fancy dress off, Ventress.

Get on with those reports.

Otherwise, I'll have you in
here on Christmas morning.

Turkey or no Turkey.

We're not having a Turkey this year, Sarge.

Greengrass is supplying us with a goose.

Greengrass?

Fell off a lorry, did it?

Are there some more in the shed?

No, there's only three.

Well, we've still got orders for seven.

We had seven, but you
gave four to Mr. Scripps.

When was that?

It was last night when you were drunk.

Were you there?

No, I wasn't.

Well, what's the point of me
making you my personal assistant

if you don't look after me?

Why don't you try and stop me?

I did try, but you said
you'd have me gelded.

Sounds like me.

All right, I'll go and get another three.

Four.

What?

Four.

I wish you can count.

Hey, make yourself scarce.

Now, then, Miss Weston.

Claude, what's happened to my goose?

It's been delivered.

No, it hasn't.

I've just been to have a look.

Well, there couldn't
have been anybody

there when he
brought it, could there?

No, David.

David... oh, it's gone.

I told David, like, it
would cash on delivery.

Nick's going to be up at the
cottage during the afternoon,

and I'm going to be there after .

It had better be there, Claude.

My parents are coming to dinner tonight.

All right, it will be.

All right, David, I'll, uh... I'll
go and sort some more out.

And while I'm doing
it, you k*ll them three

and start to get
them ready, all right?

k*ll them?

I can't k*ll them, Mr. Greengrass.

You what?

I only said I'd take them
round for you, not k*ll them.

I couldn't k*ll anything, me.

You want to get on before start?

Come along.

And you, Mr. Griggs, come on, lad.

Mr. Griggs, what is that bottle, may I ask?

They're like a bunch of kids, aren't they?

All aboard, ladies.

Has everyone been to the toilet?

Hey, pay attention.

Now, you know what you've got to do?

You pick up four geese, and
you bring them straight back here.

Right.

Hey, and you don't stop off
anywhere, and you don't talk to anybody.

Don't tell anybody
what you're doing, right?

OK.

Right, and be very careful with this
vehicle, because it's very precious.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful.

But the fire is so delightful.

And since we've no place to go,
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Oh, Hank, look at it.

Well, it's all right.

It's only a couple of inches on road.

Yes, but is it safe?

Is it safe?

You're in expert hands
with me at the wheel.

Look, Father Christmas,
in the absence of reindeer,

me and the patrol car are your only option.

And you can't let the kiddies down.

You're right.

Come on.

Boot your belt up.

Ho, ho, ho.

Oh, get off.

Come on, quick.

Come on, now.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,

just like the one I used to
know, where the tree tops glisten

and children listen to hear.

It's wonderful.

Eh?

It's wonderful.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.

Hi.

Hi.

How did you get here?

Field trip, young.

Right, let's deal with that goose.

The goose, Nick.

I thought you came up at lunchtime.

I did, and it wasn't here.

He promised it for this afternoon.

I don't believe it.

He still hasn't delivered it yet.

Snow is falling.

It's snowing, snow.

Snow on, snow.

Snow on, snow.

No, no, no.

No.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Oh.

Shall I bring the manger in, Mrs. Watkins?

Yes, please, Gina.

You haven't seen Jo, have you?

She popped home after
the rehearsal, didn't she?

Yes, but that was over an hour ago.

All right, stop, stop.

I'll try over there.

All right, try again.

Oh.

I've got to get back for the nativity play.

Yeah, I'll go and get some sacks.

OK.

Is it canceled?

We'll just wait to hear.

The school bus can't get beyond Bluebank.

Oh, George, dear, do keep still.

Uh, where's Jo?

She's not back yet.

Look, do you want to go to the toilet?

Off you go, then.

Right.

Most of the cast are still
here, and all of the parrots

who live in walking
distance are happy to stay on.

So we're going to go ahead.

Right.

Well, we'd better get
this lot changed, then.

Come on, everybody.

Annie Dodson's gone
home, so we've lost our angel.

Oh, after all that trouble
we had making her wings.

Well, how about Katie doing it?

Oh, isn't she a bit young?

Oh, one of the big girls
could hold her hand.

Katie, would you like to be an angel?

It's a longer way round by quite a bit.

Aye, but a much better road.

I dare not take her over the top doors.

I'm skidding all over as it is.

Ladies and gentlemen, in
view of the climatic conditions,

we're going to turn
back and take the

road through Ashfordly
and Aidensfield.

All right?

No, nothing. The line must be down.

Mrs Watkins is going to be going spare.

We've got to try the car again.

There's no point, Jo.

Come on, Phil. This is silly.

Let's get back to Ashfordly.

What?

You ever heard of Santa
Claus turning rank as a snow?

Oh, yes.

But the real Santa, he's got reindeer.

What do you mean, the real Santa?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

No sign of anyone.

Maize!

We can't leave them here, Maize.

What?

Not on their own in the cold.

It's all right.

You're all right now.

I thought we were on my vault.
I wasn't driving too fast.

It just went straight off into
the ditch without warning.

What did?

I'm not meant to say.

An old red truck?

No. No, that had nothing to do with it.

The old red truck didn't.

Oh.

And I suppose they aren't either.

Oh, it'll k*ll me.
Oh, Mr. Greengrass will k*ll me.

All right. Tell you what we'll do, lad.

We'll drop him into a
police station in Ashfordly.

Mr. Blaketon?

Oh, no!

I told you it'd be a non-starter.

Hey, that's what we need, a plane.

Well, we can't just stay here.

I don't know.

Nick.

It sounds like a good idea to me.

Yes, but what about the
nativity play and Mum and Dad?

Look, if we're snowed
in, so is everyone else.

The play will be cancelled,

and your Mum and Dad will be
tucked up safe and sound at home.

So let's just... Lie
back and enjoy it.

Yeah, exactly.

Tell you what, there's a very
nice bottle of wine in the fridge.

Is there?

Yeah.

Doesn't sound too good.

All right?

Sophie?

Sophie, tell me you're not hurt.

Sophie, darling, please.

I'm all right.

You sure?

Hugh?

Right.

I'll go and get some help.

Don't leave me.

I have to, darling.

No, Hugh, no. Just phone Daddy.

Don't talk to anyone else. Promise me.

Shh!

Hide quick, Hugh. Don't let anyone see you.

She says her name is Sophie.

Are you sure there was no one else?

Yes.

You flew this on your own, did you?

Yes.

Well, we'd better get
you out of here quick.

I don't want to move.

Sophie, you've got to.
We'll take you down to my cottage.

I can't.

Come on, we need to
get you out of the cold.

Can you manage?

Yeah. Oh.

You're pregnant.

How pregnant?

Nearly eight months.

We're coming up to Ashfordly.

You can take the geese
into the police station.

What, me? No.

Oh, come on, you're a big, strong lad.

Albert will help you.

No, I can't take it into Mr Blanton.

And they can't stay on the
coach either, so you'll have to.

No, no, it's no good, Alf.

We're going after Faye's fax.

We're going after radio for help.

And Blanton's not going to be best pleased.

But it's not my fault.

I'm supposed to be in
Whitby, not here with you.

You offered.

No, you asked me.

Ventress!

Go to bed.

I'll have you for this, Greengrass.

Are you going to call him or not?

Delta Alpha , want to control, over.

Yes, madam, will you just
hold on a minute, thank you.

Bellamy, where the heck have you been?
Over.

Well, we're stuck on the
Aidensfield Road, Sarge. Over.

You're what? Over.

Stuck in a snowdrift. Over.

Look, I told you, if Ventress wants to
dress up and become Father Christmas,

that's his business. Out.

Yes, madam, we know that the Whitby
Road is closed. We're doing what we can.

Thank you.

Control to Delta Alpha
- , come in, Bellamy, over.

Receiving, Sarge. Over.

Now look, the phones are going mad here.

There's no sign of Rowan, and you
can tell Ventress I'm not just here to

take delivery of his Christmas dinner.
Over.

What shall we do, Sarge? Over.

Well, use your common sense, Bellamy.
You stay in the car, you keep warm,

and you await rescue. Over.

Alf says, can you send some ciggies over?
Over.

I'll pretend I never heard that, Bellamy.

Out.

People die in situations like this.

Thanks, Alf.

You hear about it. Only five yards
from home, stuck in a snowdrift.

Found in the morning, frozen solid.

Shut up.

Do you think we should
cuddle together for warmth?

Give over!

Put the engine on.

I can't go any further.
Don't worry. I'm sorry.

Can you make it to that barn? Yeah.

Are you sure you're not in any pain?

I'm just tired.

Then I'm sure everything's fine.

It's not far now, Sophie.
The cottage is only five minutes away.

You go back to the
cottage and bring something

warm to wrap her
in, and a hot drink.

Sophie, where were you coming from?

Spain. I live there.

And which airport were you heading for?

I wasn't going to an airport.

I was going to land at Mummy and Daddy's.

In the park.

The park?

Northwick Park.

Your parents live at Northwick Park?

Well, then they'll report it, won't
they, when you don't turn up?

I didn't tell them I was coming.

It was going to be a surprise.

Well, it's getting deeper by the minute.

Oh, dear.

I didn't go much further.
Not with all the folk on board.

What's the next village?

Aidensfield.

Right.
Soon as we get there, we're stopping.

We'll find somewhere warm for them to
wait, and go on when the snowplough's

been through.

Oh, miss, we could take
them to the village hall.

I know it'll be open.
They've got Father Christmas coming.

Is it all right for you
with your Santa suit on?

Well, I've given you me hat.

What?

Well, % of your body
goes out through your head.

Anyway, old, I'm older than
you, and your blood's thinner.

And I need a ciggy.

Alf, have you mentioned
cigarettes once more?

Two hard-boiled eggs and a
slice of Christmas cake's all I had.

Back at the office.

Shut up.

We could die, you know.

So you've said, many times before.

Well, we could.

Yes!

I can't help it.

I get like this when I haven't
had regular nourishment.

I've always been the same.

Right. There you go.

And don't eat it all at once.

Come on, come on. There.

And a Merry Christmas.

Your husband's still in Spain.

We'll have to get in touch with him.

Fancy living at Northwick Park.

Went round it once on a school outing.

Sophie, are you getting pains?

It's not due for another month.

It's not ready to be born yet.

It's probably just the shock,
the crash landing and everything.

I need a doctor.

Yes, and when Nick's back,
we're going to get you one.

You're going to be all right.

Yes, what?

Can none of the garages in
Ashfordly help you, Mr. Blaketon?

Yeah, well, yeah, I suppose
I might know someone.

All right, I do appreciate the urgency.

In fact, I do know someone with a Land
Rover in Ashfordly, my nephew Gary.

Yeah, I'm sure he'd
lend it for police business.

Come on, Maggie.

Now, Matthew, you keep hold of Katie, OK?

The curtain's already beaten.

Right.

Come on.

Stop.

Hold everything.

What's the matter?

What is it?

Excuse me.

Are the toilets through here?

Gents on the left, ladies downstairs.

This way, Mrs. Ellery.

Quick.

You want to hear my life story?

No.

About how I was born in Pickering?

No.

And after a long and difficult
birth, the doctors didn't think I'd live

through the night?

No.

That's what people
do in situations like this.

They tell their life stories.

Yes?

Well, I'm sorry.

I've got to get out.

Oh, no, you haven't, lad.

You're going to stay here with Uncle
Alf, and you're going to hear his life

story, whether you like it or not,
until Blaketon comes to rescue us.

I'll start with how I
won the Pickering

and District Beautiful
Babies competition.

I'm a great...
Hey, hey, officer.

I don't know what you're here for,
but if it's the geese, I can assure you

they're legitimate and paid for.

In fact, I raised them myself.

I don't care what anybody says.

Sheepy-morphs clothing, old man.

Not a policeman at all, you see.

What?

You mean you're not really a cop?

Where did you get the coat?

Never you mind about that.

, that's Nick Ronan's, isn't it?

Listen, old chap, let's
get down to business.

We need to get to the nearest town tonight.

Where would that be? Whitby?

Yeah.

Good.

Can you take me there?

Well, go out in this tonight.

You've got to be joking.

I wouldn't, not unless
you make it worth my while.

I'll give you a fiver.

Five?

It'd have to be .

Okay, a tenner.

In advance.

Five now, five when we get to Whitby.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

Always assuming you've got a
decent vehicle to get us there, of course.

I'll sort some of it out.

It's getting worse.

Just try to relax.

I can't.

Nothing's going to happen yet.

It is, I know it is.

I can't stop it.

Nick, she's in labour.

She's got stomach
pains, they're really bad.

Sophie?

Go away, leave me alone.

How are some of the pains?

I don't know, I don't know
anything about having a baby.

It's all right, it'll take ages.
First baby's always new.

But it's premature, it
might be born really fast.

Look, the temperature's below freezing.

We're stuck in a dirty old barn with
no medical help, no water, nothing.

Nick!

Nick!

Oh, where is he?

Who?

He should be here.

Your husband?

Yeah.

Look, I know he was on
the plane with you, Sophie.

Can you tell me where he went to?

Leave me alone, will you?

And then... there was Josephine.

Alf, how many girlfriends did you have?

Josephine Simmons.

Oh, what a lovely girl she was.

I remember it as
though it was yesterday,

upstairs in me
grandfather's pigeon loft.

Hold on!

Oh, somebody's coming.

You idiots.

I say, can't this thing
go any faster, old man?

No, it can't, old man.

The track's not a-braving us, you nearly.

Well, I can walk it quicker.

Well, why don't you get up and walk, then?

You give me my
money first, otherwise

you won't have
another leg to walk with.

Yeah, don't you thr*aten me, old man.

You don't come calling me old man.

You've been to Whitby before, you know.

Hop in under my boots.

Shut it.

Food, cigarettes,
drag lords, a hot toddy.

George is about to have a nice fire.

What are you two on about?

Ayrton's Field Arms,
Sarge, to get warmed up.

Oh, no, you're not, Bellamy.

You're coming with me to help find Rowan.

In case he's escaped your
notice, you're still on duty.

Yes, but I'm not, Sarge, and
I'd like to go and get warmed up.

No, I'll get a chill for Christmas.

My mother won't be best pleased.

His mother's a force to
be reckoned with, Sarge.

I don't believe this.

What a couple of feeble
milksops you two are.

Oh, Nick.

Any chance of more cups from the pub, Gina?

Yeah, as soon as I've done
these chairs, Mrs Watkins.

That's enough of that.

No news about Ventress, I suppose?

No.

Why don't you do that with baby Jesus?

Give him to me.

Come on, down here.

All of you, come on.

He's so small.

You all right?

Yeah, I think so.

Look, we've got to get
him back to the cottage.

What, take him outside?

Well, it's just as cold here, isn't it?

The most important thing
is to maintain his body heat.

Sophie, look, we've got to
get him back to the cottage.

Now, it's probably best if,
Jo, you take him on ahead,

and as soon as you
feel up to it, Sophie,

we'll get you out
there as well, OK?

I'm coming to.

Look, you just rest for a bit.

OK?

He'll be fine.

Look, can't you tell me,
Sophie, where's your husband?

It's all my fault.

I was homesick.

I made him come back
when I knew he wasn't safe.

I thought with Christmas coming
and the baby and everything,

I thought Mum and Dad might forgive him.

I mean, he was going to pay
back everything, every penny,

but they didn't give him a chance.

And he wouldn't have
left me, only he saw you.

When you came along.

What, because I was a policeman?

Sophie.

If anything happens to
my baby, I'll k*ll myself.

Look, it still says miles to Whitby.

You sure you're going the right way?

You aren't half getting up my nose.

Why don't you give me the fiver
you gave me and call it a day?

What?

Well, this is the road to Whitby.
You're bound to get a lift.

I've brought you more than half
way, so a fiver's more than fair.

Now look here, you great country
bumpkin, stop wasting my time!

Hey, hey, watch it.

You must know somebody
who's got a Land Rover, you idiot!

Oh, am I?

Well, as a matter
of fact, I do know

somebody who's got
just the vehicle for you.

It's only down the road.

Come on, little one.

Well, come on, George, get that fire going.

Come on, I'm dying of hypothermia, eh?

And when you've done that,
I'll have a package of fags

and a ham sandwich and
a pint of your best place.

Aren't you on duty, Father Christmas?

The rules are waived.

That's what Sergeant
Blaketon said, wasn't it?

Aye, by order of the
North Riding Constabulary,

in view of the special climatic conditions.

Oh, and I'll have a couple
of those pickled eggs and all.

And the same for young Philip here.

Oh, don't hog the fire.

They both need urgent
medical attention, Nick.

I've done everything I can think of.

Get off me, you moron!

Get in there! That's your coat he's got on!

Right.

Get your hands off me, you kids!

How dare you!

Who's a country bumpkin now, old man?

Right. You wait there.

Right.

Hey, don't forget, it was
me that nabbed him first.

So if there's a reward, I want it.

He still owes me a tenner.

Screened her arse on a tractor.

A tractor?

You can drive me to her phone box.
We'll get an ambulance.

You'll be all right.

Just be quick.

Don't say anything.
I think I found her husband.

I would like to extend a warm
welcome to the Elsonby Evergreens.

And we hope you'll enjoy
our little entertainment.

And now, with apologies
for the late start,

we will carry on
with our nativity play.

Once in royal David's
city Stood a lowly

cattle shed Where a
mother laid her baby

In a manger for his bed I need
a snowplough, a Land Rover,

and someone to come up
and dig out my patrol car.

Look, I don't care about Whitby.

There's a foot of snow up here.

Call me back.

Sarge, how can you
take charge of this, Dan?

I've got a bit of an emergency.
I need to find Maggie Bolton.

What's going on?

Can I have a word with
you in private, please, sir?

Don't forget to tell Blake to me
they captured him in the first place.

You wait there.

So, what do you think?
Will there be a reward?

I've got a bone to pick
with you, Greengrass.

Geese.

There'll be more than
one, then, won't there?

Hey, if that's his wallet,
he still owes me quid.

You, outside.

Thank you.

And a Merry Christmas to you and all.

Outside.

I don't know who he is
or what he's done, Sarge,

but from what I can make
out, he's a wanted man.

Hugh Forbes Moncrief.

Hang on, that rings a bell.

Where did you find him?

In a plane.

Well, he was on a tractor.
It's a long story, Sarge.

His wife just had a baby.

A baby.

And Joseph went up from Galilee,
out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea,

the city of David, which
is called Bethlehem.

To be taxed with Mary, his
espoused wife, being great with child.

He came down to earth from
heaven, who is God and Lord of all.

Is he breathing?

Oh, no.

Please, come on.

And she brought forth her firstborn son

and wrapped him in swaddling
clothes and laid him in a manger,

because there was no
room for them in the inn.

Oh, thank heavens.

Just the man I need, Mr Greengrass.

What?

Shh, be quiet, Harry.

Careful.

You've saved my life.

What have I done?

You've played Father Christmas
before now, haven't you?

Yeah, but I didn't enjoy it.

I'm a mess.

Harry, I need you urgently, I've got shows.

And we've got the antlers at Alfred Hall.

All right.

Thank you, Mr Greengrass.

And there were in the same country,

Shepherds abiding in the fields,
keeping watch over their flock by night.

And lo, the angel of the
Lord came upon them.

Go on, Katie, go on.

And the angel said, "I bring
you good tidings of great joy,

which shall be to all people."

Yes, Sarge.

Right away, Sarge.

Yeah, I appreciate it, Sergeant.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Why is it always me?

Trouble.

Go to the station and prepare
the cell for a prisoner, he said.

Prepare the cell?

Remove all inmates.

Something to do with Greengrass.

It's all right for some, eh?
Sat in front of the fire.

Aye, but I'm off duty.

Well, hold on.

Well, I can't go either, can I?

I haven't got a car.

Bernie could take you.

Hey, hold on, George.

I'd never get to Ashfordly in his Van.

He's got chains, hasn't he, at the garage?

Yeah, but... Good idea, George.

There's your solution, lad. Go with Bernie.

Oh, that's only thinking.

Urgent, Sergeant Blaketon said.

Right. I need a big, strong man to
help me to the school with this lot.

Alf!

What are you doing here?

They're all waiting for you.

What?

At the village hall.

I thought I'd been cancelled.

No! And you're on in five minutes.

Give us a hand, Uncle George.

Oh, dear, Alf.

Looks like you'd best get a move on.

Here you go, Alf.

Ho, ho, ho.

♪ On the herald angels
sing ♪ Glory to the

new-born King Be
careful, Mrs Watkinson.

They're high enough. They're high enough.

Right. There.

Lovely. Right.

I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

Shh! Everybody.

Can you hear anything?

What's that, children?

Sleigh bells!

Yes, it's sleigh bells, isn't it?

I think we've got a visitor.

Who is it?

It's Father Christmas!

Come on, son. Come on.

Come on.

Ho, ho, ho.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Claude Greengrass and his rugged geese.

What are they doing here?

Folk have been waiting for these all day.

Right. Well, you'll have to
deliver them on your way back.

What?

This is your friend, Bernie, not mine.

Oh, thank goodness that's all over.

Hello, Oscar.

Eileen. Katie. Merry Christmas.

Well, Nick, you seem to
be the hero of the hour.

Really, Sarge?

Do you have any idea who your
Mr Hugh Forbes Moncrief really is?

Well, no, Sarge.

He's been hunted
for the past months

by the keenest police
brains in the Met.

And you're Nick,
Eileen, who is still a

humble police constable
of modest intellect.

He's the one that
happens to have found him.

And here are my patch.

Well done.

Well, thank you, Sarge.

I'll take Katie upstairs.

So, what did he do, Sarge?

Well, he only nicked £ ,
from a major charity, that's all.

Does he know about the baby yet, Sarge?

I thought I'd leave that pleasure to you.

Come to have a peep, have you, constable?

At the big fish you so cleverly
caught in your tiny little net.

I've come to tell you about your wife.

She's had the baby.

A boy.

Well, I never.

A boy.

Is Sophie all right?

Yeah, I think so.

And the baby?

Well, premature babies.

He's on the way to the hospital.

I see.

She so desperately wanted to come back.

I should never have risked it.

A little beauty, isn't he?

A man who crashed his plane and
then left his wife alone in a blizzard

to have a baby.

Excuse me, Sarge.

Oh, Nick, it's going to be all right.

The baby. Maggie and I just
took him and Sophie to the hospital

and they think he's going to be OK.

I'd better tell him.

I'm going to get all
the food back from the

cottage and make a
meal here for everyone.

Right, I'll come with you.

Right, as you are.

Right, that'll do you.

Thanks for the lift, Maggie.

I'll be back in about an hour.

Oh, and be on your best behaviour.
The boss is coming to supper.

Eh?

Eileen's invited Blaketon.

Thanks, Maggie.

Oh, what a day.

I can't believe that Sophie's husband
would just abandon her like that.

We did care, that's the funny thing.

Oh, yes, he still ran away
and left her, though, didn't he?

£ , . I mean, what did he actually do?

Oh, some city fiddle.

He's a stockbroker, apparently.

Cooked the books, eh?

Don't ask me, I'm just a humble
constable of modest intellect.

I beg your pardon?

It was a little compliment
I had from my boss.

Nick.

I just want to look at you.

I don't want to be looked at.

There's something I've
been meaning to ask you.

I've got to get the food organised.

We can put it all in this.

The veg is already in the saucepan,
so we can just take the whole lot.

Will you listen to me?

And there's a tin of cooked ham
which we can use instead of the goose.

No.

It's not funny, Nick.
I'm going to k*ll Claw Greengrass.

What am I supposed to do?
k*ll it with my bare hands?

Hang on.

What are you doing?

What, if we do it now, we can
cook it in time for our late supper.

No.

Bit of prune stuffing.

Don't you dare touch it.

Roast potatoes and...
I'm turning vegetarian

and I'm going to
keep her as a pet.

Give me that!

All right, only if you say you'll marry me.

What?

Will you marry me?