15x12 - Auld Acquaintance

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'I'm A Mover' by Free

♪ Listen, I was born by the river

♪ Just like this river

♪ I've been moving ever since

♪ Ain't got nobody to call my own

♪ You know, I've been moving since the day I was born

♪ Life is a game

♪ Just made for fun

♪ I don't need nobody

♪ You know, I don't love no-one

♪ Yes, I'm a mover, baby

♪ Get out of my way

♪ Don't try and stop me now

♪ Following the footsteps... ♪

♪ Oh, yeah!

♪ Oh!

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

Come and help me unload this little lot, will you, David?

What have you got there?

Ha-ha! I'll show you.

- Whose are those? - Mine.

You know they had that great big fire

at that department store in Ashfordly?

Yeah.

Well, they had to close Santa's Grotto

and cancel an order for ready-wrapped toys.

And that left the wholesaler with a lot of unsold stock.

And I just happened to be in the right place

and the right time for a bargain.

Aunt Peggy, you don't know any children.

No, but Santa does,

and he just happens to be standing here in front of me.

- Father Christmas is here? - No, David.

David, I'm looking at YOU.

You were made for the part. Let's hear your ho, ho, ho.

No, no, no!

Spare a thought for the children, David.

Through no fault of their own,

they're going to be deprived of seeing Father Christmas this year.

I mean, think of the smiles you'll bring to those little faces.

Isn't that worth half a crown of anybody's money?

Delta Alpha Two Four to Control. Over.

Control receiving. Go ahead, Rob.

Alf, I'm at Ashfordly Hall.

I thought it was meant to be shut up over Christmas.

Is that still the case? Over.

Well, as far as I know.

The big cheese is holidaying in Bermuda

and stood the staff down for the duration.

Morning.

Morning. Who are you?

The name's Ray Hallam.

- What are you doing here? - I'm a mate of Charlie's.

Charlie's?

I expect you locals have to call him Lord Ashfordly.

Was it you who broke in at the back?

Yeah.

Can I pour you one?

HELEN: You're lucky you don't need stitches.

Yes, he is...

..lucky.

How did you do it?

I slipped.

He was fighting and he came off worst, for once.

It's a good job you didn't get a thick lip.

That would have been very unfortunate.

He's a performer in our Christmas concert.

Oh. What do you do?

Sing.

It's one of Mr Daniel's punishments.

Geoff, you know how Debbie and the kids

are going to see her mother over Christmas?

- Yeah. - Well, er...

I don't suppose you'd swap shifts with me, would you?

You know, for the Monday after, so I can have a bit of time off?

Oh, I can't. I promised I'd take my nan to see the Hunt.

Well, there you go, then. I'm offering you a way out.

- I don't want a way out. - Oh, come on. That's disgusting.

- What's that? - Well, Geoff here.

He'd rather take his nan out than help a mate.

Do you know, if Alf was still in uniform,

he wouldn't have to think twice about that, would you? How is Mrs V?

Oh, not good. Still in pain.

It looks like she'll have to spend Christmas in hospital.

That's bad news, isn't it?

She seemed quite pleased about it, actually.

Walk!

Sorry to have troubled you, Doctor.

- That's all right. - I would have sent him to Casualty,

but I don't like to let them off the premises,

especially lads like that. - A tough nut?

Well, he's just marking time till he graduates to borstal.

You make it sound as though all boys from approved school

end up in borstal.

percent of those sent to us through the courts re-offend.

- Was he joking about the singing? - No, no, no.

He's a good singer. He even enjoys it. Though he'd never admit it.

You're very welcome to come and judge for yourself.

- I'd like that. - Good.

So, you're a friend of Lord Ashfordly's?

- I've already said all this. - For my benefit, Mr Hallam.

Charlie Ashfordly was my battalion commander in the Green Howards.

That's how I come to know him.

And you were what? A private?

At first, yeah.

I scraped in cos they were short on recruits.

Raw as they come, I was, but Charlie said I had something.

He made me a corporal.

It accounts for what I am today.

I owe a lot to Charlie.

And that's why you broke into his house,

for old times' sake? - Yeah, well.

- Needs must. - What needs?

Look, I've been through all this. Why don't you ask him?

Mr Hallam's a car dealer, Sarge.

A successful one, so he tells me.

And though he runs a very straight business,

some of his customers aren't that way inclined.

So, surprise me.

Well, Mr Hallam hears things.

Rumours of jobs being planned, stuff being fenced, that sort of thing.

And naturally, he tells the police.

I said I was straight, not a grass.

If some people thought that,

I'd have a forecourt full of burnt-out motors.

So, you heard a rumour?

Word was out for a safe cr*cker.

Someone to join the firm,

planning country-house jobs up north over Christmas.

Mr Hallam's heard that Ashfordly Hall

is on their shopping list. - And he's come to stop them?

All the way from London

when he could have picked up the phone and called us.

If I want something done right...

I do it myself, especially for Charlie.

I've not got much trust in you lot, you see. And I reckon I was right.

Can I go now?

Go?

Oh, you can go, Mr Hallam.

Down that corridor and into a cell.

What have you got, Alf?

Er...

Ray Sidney Hallam.

He was very busy as a lad.

Burglary, housebreaking, malicious damage, larceny and as*ault.

He had two stretches in borstal before he was .

But then he disappears off the radar.

OK. We need to know more.

Cable word to whatever sun-kissed spot

the laird has found himself, will you?

- Bermuda, Sarge. - Bermuda?

Very nice this time of the year.

(Rob...)

You know Alf's missus is in hospital?

Well, I know I invited myself but

I don't suppose there's room for one more for Christmas dinner, is there?

Good idea. I'll speak to Helen.

That's enough of that, Brown.

Oh, but I didn't do anything, sir.

Can't we start without Gledhill, sir?

No.

Go and look for him, will you, Foster?

Gledhill? Eh, Gledhill.

Gledhill!

Eh, Gledhill!

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Yeah, I think we'll use this an' all.

Bernie said nothing to me.

Probably didn't want to bother you.

So, what is it, exactly, you want to do?

We just want to set up a stall for a few days with some decorations.

All in the best possible taste, of course.

And you're sure Bernie said this was all right?

Perhaps I know Bernie a little better than you, love.

See, most people think of him as that long-faced undertaker,

but I've seen his playful side and I believe that it's that side

that he would want me and Santa here to show the kiddies.

- Santa? David? - The very man.

Go on, give her your ho, ho, ho.

Ho, ho, ho.

- David's gonna play Santa here? - Yeah, in the grotto.

There's nothing to worry about.

Cos we're after a quick turnaround to get the queue moving.

That's good, otherwise they'll be joining the queue across the road.

What do you mean?

Mr Blaketon's playing Santa at the pub.

The devil he is!

Two Santas?

Not a stone's throw apart.

Ho, bally ho.

KNOCK AT DOOR Yes?

The cable you've been waiting for, Sarge.

Ray Hallam a good egg. Stop.

Permission to make himself at home. Stop. Ashfordly.

Well, I suppose that's that, then. You'd better chuck him out.

Right, Sarge.

- Abdominal pain? - Yep.

Alf said she's had several bouts. They've taken her in, anyway.

That's not good, is it, just before Christmas?

Well, if Alf's going to be on his own,

do you think he'd like to come here for his Christmas dinner?

I think he'll jump at it.

So, what do you think? Do I need a bit more padding?

No. You want to be able to run away if things get a bit rough.

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells... ♪

Right, Mr Daniels, we'll get somebody to you as soon as possible.

Sarge. Hazelhurst Approved School.

One of their kids has gone AWOL.

It's Christmas. What do they expect?

Tell them to phone their mums and ask for them to send 'em back.

You better go and get some details, Walker.

It's on your way.

And you best keep your eye on Ashfordly Hall

for the next few days.

No, no, it's all right, I'll go(!)

You lot take it steady.

You're right. I think we will.

Pick that up and take it round t'back.

- Round the back? - You heard.

What's all this?

- What do you think you're doing? - We are removing a traffic hazard.

- How do you make that out? - Have you seen our signs?

Signs for Santa on both sides of the road

pointing in opposite directions.

Now, that's bound to muddle drivers.

Well, that's pointing towards the funeral parlour.

Who's playing Father Christmas? The Grim Reaper?

- David, if you must know. - David? Don't be ridiculous.

He's only just stopped believing in him.

There's room for only one Santa, Oscar.

Well, you can take a running jump

because my poster was here first.

What's going on? It's supposed to be the season of goodwill.

They've got some Father Christmas scam going on across the road.

I beg your pardon?

I'll have you know we are simply responding to public demand.

Oh, really? Well, you look after your business

and I'll look after mine.

Hang on a minute. We can't have two Santas so close together.

The kids will never believe in him.

Gina's right, Aunt Peggy. Perhaps I'd better sit this one out.

What? After all the money I've spent on toys?

No, the only place you'll be sitting, David, is in your grotto.

And may the best Santa win.

Well, that suits me, cos I'm doing this for charity.

- Charity? - That's what I said.

Well, then we are an' all.

- Are we? - Yes, of course.

So, why don't you take it in turns?

David, you can do the morning, and you do the afternoon.

That way nobody loses out.

The station put out a description as soon as we got your call.

If absconders aren't picked up within hours,

they tend to go missing for days.

I appreciate that, Mr Daniels.

Does Keith Gledhill have any money?

Not that I'm aware of.

Sometimes relatives leave money when they visit,

but since he's been here, Keith hasn't had any visitors.

Please, come in.

Take a seat.

So, no visitors? No mother? Father?

His father's whereabouts are unknown.

His mother has just entered a new relationship

and there's no part for Keith in her plans.

- Any other relatives? - Apparently not.

Any idea why he might have taken off like this?

He's been involved in a few incidents recently.

He's the sort of boy who fights for respect

and corporal punishment reinforces that tough-guy image

so I docked his privileges instead.

♪ Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus

♪ Right down Santa Claus Lane

♪ Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer... ♪

- And what's your name? - Simon.

Simon! And what would you like for Christmas, Simon?

- A farm with animals. - A farm with animals?

Well, I'll have to see what I can do.

But in the meantime, why don't you take that?

- Thank you. - And a merry Christmas.

Well, thanks to our truce with Blaketon,

you're gonna have to shift my toy stock in half the time.

Yeah, but now all the profits are going to the doggy hospital...

Oh, yeah, now it's going to charity, everything's wonderful.

Why did you say it, if you didn't want to?

Well, how else can I compete with Blaketon?

Well, I dunno. Just go somewhere else.

No, it's too late, lovey.

This is the only way that I can recoup my losses.

Flipping heck. He's still got a queue!

Hey, go and pick up some tips. Go on.

- But... - David, go on! Get in the queue.

♪ Joyful and triumphant... ♪

- Did you lock it? - Yes, Constable.

It's just that there's a lad on the run from a local approved school.

No point giving him an easy target.

Oh, right.

I heard you had a look at his hand earlier.

Keith Gledhill? He's gone missing?

Yeah. Miller thinks that he's making for home.

Trouble is he hasn't really got one to go to.

Well, I hope he finds a roof soon. They forecast snow.

Have you got any change?

Yeah, I think they deserve it.

There you go.

Well done, kids. Merry Christmas.

- Thank you. Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

Don't you just love this time of year?

Ah, was that you I saw in the queue, David?

- Me? - Yeah.

Oh, what queue was that, Oscar?

The queue to my grotto.

Wait till tomorrow, then you'll see what a real queue looks like.

Huh! I doubt that.

Oh, no, David's got your number, haven't you, love?

We've got a better grotto and bigger presents than you.

Aye, and a dodgy reputation to go with them. Well, just remember this,

if David wants another lesson, I do take kiddies of all sizes.

Right, that's it.

The gloves are off. I'll show you who gives lessons.

[span]Ah, Helen. Rob.[/span]

- Oscar. - Good evening.

- Hey, Gina. - Hiya.

Have you seen Alf?

No, not yet. We've just been talking about him.

I was going to ask him over here for his Christmas dinner,

but David said he's gonna ask him over to his place.

- We had the same idea. - What it is to be popular, eh?

It does kinda put Alf on the spot, though, doesn't it?

Yeah, I suppose it would, really.

Why don't you draw straws? The shortest one gets the honour.

Sounds fair. What do you think, David?

Yeah, that's all right with me.

All right. Well, we've got the straws.

There we go.

Right, David, pick a straw.

Gina.

It looks like I'm the winner.

Come here! What's your game?

You're heading for York, you say?

I've hitched from Whitby.

Got dropped outside here.

There was nothing on the road to take me on.

Going back home for Christmas, are you?

Yeah.

So, what do you do in Whitby, Keith?

- I work on the fish docks. - Yeah?

You look a bit young for that. Hard graft, I bet.

It's all right.

So, tell me, Keith, why didn't you knock?

- Knock? - At the door.

I didn't think anyone was in.

- I wasn't gonna do nothing. - Course not.

- You live here? - No.

I'm looking after the place for a mate.

- Mate? Of yours? - Yeah.

Listen, unless you've got another plan,

I reckon it's better if you kip here for the night.

It's not like we're short of room, is it?

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Come on, little boy, I won't bite.

Now, then, what's your name?

- Oscar. - Oscar?

Now, Oscar, what would you like for Christmas?

I'd like a policeman's outfit.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Well, let me see what I have in my sack.

Merry Christmas, Oscar.

Now, who do we have here?

Gina.

Gina.

And what would you like me to bring you, Gina?

I'd like a dolly that wees.

Sorry, you'll have to speak up a little.

I'd like a dolly that wees.

Ooh.

CHUCKLES

Ah, yes. Merry Christmas, Gina.

Ah, and who have we here?

I'm Rob and this is Philip.

And have we both been good little boys for our mummies and daddies?

- I have. - How about Philip?

- Come on, let's go. - Oh, no, no, no.

You haven't told me what you want for Christmas yet.

- A spaceman's outfit. - How about you, Philip?

A pea sh**t, a catapult and a spud g*n.

Is that beard real?

Yes. Yes, of course it is.

It doesn't look real.

Phil, no!

YELLS

Going without saying bye-bye? Rude, I call it.

Give!

And the other stuff.

KNOCK AT DOOR

A copper. Don't move.

Morning. Sorry to call so early.

- What's the problem? - Just checking everything's OK.

Everything's fine. Thanks.

Good. Well, you know where we are if you need us.

Oh, one more thing.

A -year-old lad's gone missing from a local approved school.

If you spot him, I'd be grateful if you'd give us a call.

Right.

Keith?

It's a very delicate matter, Sergeant,

concerning the welfare of little kiddies. Those most vulnerable.

To what, exactly?

To the demon drink, Sergeant.

That's coming a bit strong, isn't it?

Not when they're being enticed into licensed premises, it isn't.

Will somebody please tell me what this is all about?

Oscar. He's playing Santa at the Aidensfield Arms.

- For charity. - Eh, who asked you?

Well, no-one but...

Go outside and check we've still got four tyres on that lorry.

Why?

Well, this is a police station, isn't it?

I take it you are making a complaint, Mrs Armstrong?

Yeah, but that shouldn't be down to me, Sergeant.

And if you lot had done your job properly,

it wouldn't have been allowed in the first place.

♪ Once in royal David's city

♪ Stood a lowly cattle shed

♪ Where a mother laid her baby

♪ In a manger for his bed

♪ Mary was that mother mild

♪ Jesus Christ her little child ♪

All present and correct, David?

Yeah. I don't know what she was talking about.

Oh, has Doctor Trent asked you round for Christmas dinner, yet?

She has. How did you know about that?

Oh, I was there when it was decided.

- When what was decided? - Who was going to ask you round,

what with Mrs Ventress being in hospital and that.

Oh?

So we drew straws, and Doctor Trent got the short one.

♪ He came down to Earth from Heaven

♪ Who is God and Lord of all

♪ And His shelter was... ♪

The fella next door was busy in the garden,

but he said he saw a lad about the time you were visiting your patient.

He didn't see him take it?

No, but he thought he had a bandaged hand.

Keith Gledhill.

- I reckon so. - Well, you did warn me.

I feel sick.

Oh, it's not the money. It's my diary, my address book, keepsakes.

Probably been dumped by now. Sorry, my love.

Hi, boys and girls! You all excited to meet Santa?

Yeah!

And have you all been good for your mums and dads?

- Yeah! - Ey! What's that I hear?

I think it might be Santa Claus.

Oh, wow! Look, here he is, everybody.

CAR HORN

ALL CHEER

Say hello to Santa. Hiya, Santa.

CHILDREN: Hello, Santa!

Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas! - CHILDREN: Merry Christmas!

Santa Claus arriving in a hearse. Now I've seen everything.

Ah, Sergeant. Merry Christmas.

Perhaps we could go inside?

♪ Once in royal David's city

♪ Stood a lowly cattle shed

♪ Where a mother laid her baby

♪ In a manger for his bed

♪ Mary was that mother mild

♪ Jesus Christ her little child

♪ He came to Earth from Heaven

♪ Who is God and Lord of all

Come here!

♪ And His shelter was a stable

You got your money back. What more do you want?

- I want the other stuff. - What stuff?

The stuff you took.

Happy now?

- Where did you get this? - I found it in a handbag.

Get in the car.

- What for? You've got everything. - Just do it!

MUSIC: 'Frosty The Snowman' by The Ronettes

- There you go. - Thank you, Santa.

That's a big one, isn't it? Happy Christmas. Thank you very much.

Now then, who's next?

Oh, two little girls. Half a crown each, please.

There you are. Come on, then. There's no need to rush.

There's presents for everybody.

In you go. Now, say hello to Santa.

Hello, Santa.

Well, that's it, then.

Well, you should never have volunteered in the first place.

You're probably right.

Look, Sarge said you could probably set up in the car park

if you wanted to.

What? Out here in all weathers? Not likely.

No, I'll call the Rotary. They'll have to get somebody else.

- Who's complained? - I'll give you one guess.

Oh, Gina, can I talk to you about Alf?

He's been acting strange.

He was really pleased when Helen invited him for Christmas lunch,

but he's cried off this morning. - Maybe Mrs V's coming out.

No, I don't think so. CAR HORN

- I better go. - Ta-ra!

You remind me of how I was when I was a kid.

A waste of space.

What are we doing here?

We're taking in the prospect.

Yeah? Well, I've got to get moving.

Where to? Back home to Mum and Dad?

Presents under the tree?

I ain't got no dad.

We all got a dad, son.

He cleared off. Saved us the bother of murdering him.

Sounds familiar.

He was always drunk and beating us up.

Thanks to him we never had no money.

- That's what started me thieving. - Ah.

His fault, is it, you nicked that bag?

You're the victim, right?

Well, I used to think like that and it's rubbish

You do what you do because you want to.

And if you want to end up on the scrapheap like your old man,

you just keep going the same way.

Why didn't you give me up to that copper?

- Work it out. - I can't.

Have you done time?

Borstal. Two stretches.

Then I met my posh mate Charlie...

and things changed. - Why?

Because he told me they could.

And I'm telling you now.

Don't make them have to catch you.

Go back, take your punishment, do your time.

I've seen enough.

OK.

You can show me where you dumped that bag.

- What for? - To give it back.

I don't know what's up with Alf.

I just invited him to Christmas dinner,

seeing as he isn't going to Helen's, and he just turned me down flat.

You're gonna go cross-eyed if you stand there much longer.

I don't want to miss anything.

- Like what? - You'll see.

♪ Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose

♪ And if you ever saw him... ♪

- You're back early. - What in heaven's name...?

Bernie, Bernie, Bernie, no. We can do all that.

Out! Both of you!

You wouldn't have known anything about it. Where's the harm?

It's for charity.

I don't care. This is a funeral parlour.

A place of dignity and respect.

What were you thinking of planning next?

Fortunes told? Bodies tattooed?

Ears pierced?

Look, we just need a little bit longer, Bernie.

- Just go! - Well, what about all the kiddies?

Some of them have been really poorly, haven't they, David?

Tell him about the runny noses.

Go!

All right, give it here. I'll go in.

Then I'll drop you near the school

so you can go back under your own steam.

Clean sheet, right?

Stay here.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Come in. - Anyone lost this?

- Where did you get that? - I found it.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I got lucky.

Everything there?

I don't know, but the money's here so it seems likely.

Good.

All quiet at the hall?

So far.

So, you've not had any company, then?

Company?

No.

- Are you sure about that? - Yeah.

Only you've got an interesting police record, Mr Hallam.

I was a stupid kid, that's all.

And now you're dead straight?

That's right.

Well, I wouldn't allow any misplaced sympathy

to make you guilty of withholding information.

Thanks for the tip.

You know, Charlie Ashfordly always used to say

you can find a little bit of good in everyone.

Maybe you lot should try looking.

Thanks for the tip.

All right, where is he?

Who?

Oscar Blaketon. Let him show his face.

Did someone call?

- David. - Yeah?

- Hit him. - What?

Well, what else would you do with a snitch, a grass, and a snout,

and a... telltale tit?

Sticks and stones, sticks and stones.

All right, Oscar.

Well, I wouldn't have sent for Bernie if she hadn't started it.

There's little kiddies over there in tears because of you.

- Well, you closed me down. - Everyone, just calm down.

That's easy for you to say.

We've still got stock to shift and there's a crowd turning ugly.

- Then bring them over here. - What?

Sergeant Miller said a grotto in the car park would be all right.

- So? - David and Peggy can set up there.

Yeah?

Gina, love, you're a genius!

Come on, then, Santa.

Give me strength.

MUSIC: 'Sweet Dream' by Jethro Tull

♪ You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream

♪ Can't hear your daddy's warning cry

♪ You're going back to be all the things you want to be

- You think he's harbouring the boy? - Well, I'm sure I saw someone

at an upstairs window as Hallam was seeing me off.

But there was nothing was missing from the handbag?

No, not a thing.

Right. Well, you'd better go back there and see what's going on.

Sarge.

♪ Get out and get what you can

♪ While your mummy's at home a-sleeping

♪ No time to understand

♪ Cos they lost what they thought they were keeping

♪ No-one can hear us in your sweet dream

♪ Don't hear you leave... ♪

I won't be a second.

Right.

Alf, is everything all right?

Yes. Why?

It's just that Gina told me

you turned down her invitation for Christmas Day.

- What of it? - Why, Alf?

I chose not to, that's why.

Like I'm not going to Helen or David Stockwell's.

I'm not a charity case, you know.

Well, of course not, but you'll be on your own.

No matter. I'm not going to be an imposition.

- You wouldn't be. - Not much.

Eh?

You wouldn't be drawing straws, otherwise.

Alf, what are you on about?

I'm talking about Helen getting the short straw.

Alf, the only reason that people drew straws

is because they all wanted to invite you.

Oh, pull the other one.

I'm telling you, everybody wanted YOU with them on Christmas Day.

Look, Helen's the winner, not the loser.

Oh.

You daft bat!

So, with that in mind...

what do you think to joining Rob, Helen and myself?

Well, if it's not too late...

Good.

Talk about playing hard to get!

MUSIC: 'I'll Be Creepin' by Free

♪ If you're tryin' to screw me, baby

♪ Take my advice

♪ Opportunity, baby

♪ Never knocks twice

Hook, line and sinker.

♪ If you're tryin' to fool me, baby

♪ Don't play around

♪ Cos when I get to you, baby

♪ I won't make no sound, yeah

♪ Cos I'll be creepin'

♪ Ooh, I'll be creepin', baby

♪ I'll hold you in my arms

♪ Like nobody else

♪ And when I know we're apart

♪ I won't take no less

♪ Take all your things and move far away

♪ Take all your furs and rings, baby but don't you sing hurray

♪ You can change your address

Delta Alpha Two Four to Control. Over?

♪ Don't make no difference...

- Nice work if you can get it. - Who the hell are you?

♪ Cos I'll be creepin', baby, yeah

♪ And I'll be creeping round your door

♪ I'll hold you in my arms

♪ Like nobody else

♪ And when I know we're apart

♪ I won't no less... ♪

SIREN WAILS

Keep an eye on him for me, will you?

Get up! Get up!

Do you need any help?

Mr Daniels, this is Ray Hallam.

He bumped into Keith Gledhill yesterday

and gave him some food and a bed for the night.

Mr Hallam, I've been hearing all about you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, Keith found his way back about an hour ago.

Are you going to stop for the show?

Good.

♪ Have yourself a merry little Christmas

♪ Let your heart be light

♪ From now on our troubles will be out of sight

♪ Have yourself a merry little Christmas

♪ Make the yuletide gay

♪ From now on

♪ Our troubles will be miles away

♪ Here we are as in olden days

♪ Happy golden days of yore

♪ Faithful friends who are dear to us

♪ Gather near to us once more

♪ Through the years we all will be together

♪ If the Fates allow

♪ Hang a shining star upon the highest bough... ♪

♪ In the bleak midwinter

♪ Frosty wind made moan... ♪

- That was terrific, Keith. - Where's the big man?

Did he think it were rubbish?

He thought you were great. He told me to tell you.

Right.

No, he had to go before the snow set in.

But... he told me to give you this.

He said if you're ever in London looking for a job,

you give him a ring.

♪ In the bleak midwinter... ♪

♪ Snow had fallen

♪ Snow on, snow on, snow on snow

Merry Christmas.

♪ In the bleak midwinter

♪ Long ago ♪

Have a glass of sherry, Rosie.

Oh, thank you.

Ah, come on, Santa.

- Is that one for me? - Who else?

Hey, have you got some presents left in there for us, David?

Mm. Yeah. There you go.

Oh, that's for Gina. Don't open till tomorrow.

- Thank you. - And, er...

That's for you. Merry Christmas and, er...

How did you know what we all wanted?

Oh, it came to me during the night.

What about the rest of us?

- Yeah. - David. David, no.

- Hey, Alf. Alf, the usual? - Oh, ta.

A pint, please, Gina.

How's Mrs Ventress?

Oh, she's as right as rain. It turned out to be a kidney stone.

Once she'd passed it, they put her on a bus back home.

Well, that is good news.

Well, I suppose it is.

So, you'll be spending Christmas Day as usual, then?

Well, not exactly. No. She didn't have time to arrange everything.

So, if it's not too much trouble, could we both come together?

Well, that would be wonderful, Alf.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely.

The more the merrier.

Don't you just love this time of year?

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Yeah, come on. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year

♪ Good tidings we bring to you and your kin

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year

♪ Oh, bring us a figgy pudding

♪ Oh, bring us a figgy pudding

♪ Oh, bring us a figgy pudding

♪ And a cup of good cheer

♪ Good tidings we bring to you and your kin

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas

♪ And a happy New Year ♪