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Darrowby 2297.

Dave Kitson. Mr. Kitson...

I've got a cow that needs seeing to.

- Yes. - Right away.

Yes. All right.

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Easy girl. Easy...

There now...

Why didn't you get dressed?

You asked me to come right away, Mr. Kitson.

So... here I am.

Is that all you're doing for her?

I've given her a shot of Prontosil to help with

the pneumonia.

I'll come back this evening to see how she's getting on.

I suppose you'll still be charging us for that then,

will yer?

That's how a business tends to operate.

What's the trouble here?

She had a rough time lambing yesterday.

How'd you mean "rough"?

A big lamb got stuck with its leg in a funny position.

Couldn't fetch it round.

So you just pulled it out as it was?

Aye, there was nothing else I could do.

Eh-- what're you up to?

Look don't bother yourself on my account.

It's over for her.

Maybe there's something I can do.

Nay, lad.

You have stock that long, you know when they're done.

At least let me ease her pain.

And pay you for what's gonna pass anyway?

No, thank you.

I'd rather let nature run its course

and have knackers yard pick her up later.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Kitson.

Aye, you too, lad.

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There now...

This will ease the pain.

It'll soon be over.

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Keep going.

More?

Well, you want to have leftovers in the evening.

Sprouts.

Couple handfuls.

Carrots and, er... oh, parsnips.

How many are you feeding?

Well, they're hardworking men.

For the most part.

Uh, excuse me!

I've been the model student these last three months.

No doubt you'll reap the reward.

What're your plans for tomorrow?

I'm rather looking forward to having an empty house for once.

Radio on, a glass of sherry in my hand.

You're not just saying that!

No, it'll be a delight.

Audrey...

when does the party start tonight?

Oh, any time after 7:30.

I look forward to it.

See you then.

Make sure your lipstick's on and the mistletoe is up.

Gerald's a friend and I'm a married woman.

So was I in the not-too-distant past.

Just look at all the fun I'm having now.

Oh, spare me the details.

Please.

Honestly, Audrey,

a little feeling can make you feel a whole lot.

I'm perfectly happy feeling exactly as I am.

Well, I'll see you later.

Make sure you wear something to catch his eye.

I don't know about...

Wish she wouldn't talk about my brother like that.

It's enough to bring my breakfast up.

Tris, would... would you mind picking up the rest?

I've just got to pop back to the house for something.

Not at all, Mrs. H. Happy to help.

Both sides.

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Morning, Mrs. Hall.

Here you are. Your letters. Oh, thanks.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Thank you.

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Tristan? Is that you?

Only me.

What happened to this one?

Had his ear bitten off.

Know the feeling.

Are you aware that Diana's

on her own for Christmas?

She says she don't mind.

It is a shame though, in't it?

Mrs. Hall, I feel you want me to do something,

but you don't want to ask because once you do,

you know I'll have to say yes,

and then the illusion that I have at least some semblance

of control over the goings on in this place will evaporate

and then where will we be?

I think you should invite Diana for Christmas lunch tomorrow.

Now the problem, you see... the problem, Mrs. Hall, is

with something like Christmas day, it's a day for the family.

To invite Diana might raise certain expectations.

Well, it's your house, your decision.

But I think it's wrong she's on her own.

Well, why don't you invite your gentleman friend?

He's a bachelor, isn't he?

Perhaps it's best we keep the numbers as they are.

Far be it from me to disagree with you, Mrs. Hall.

Darrowby 2297.

Good morning, dear.

Oh, Mrs. Pumphrey.

Could one of the uncles attend for Tricki?

Of course. I'll send one of them up to you

- right away. - Thank you.

What was that? Mrs. Pumphrey.

There's somert wrong with Tricki. I'll do it.

No, no, James, you had an early start with Kitson.

You've got plenty on today.

Leave it to me.

Thank you, Siegfried. Mm.

Mrs. Pumphrey's always generous with the sherry

this time of year.

Presents? For the Aldersons.

That's lovely-- here.

Looks like you've a few Christmas cards.

Ah, this is from Dad!

Your mum must be upset you're not back for Christmas.

Oh, they've got Uncle Alf and the kids coming over.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

Oh, James, your mother won't be fine.

Which is why she's got people coming to stay,

take her mind off it.

He wants me to call tomorrow at 5:00.

Well, that's good, in't it?

Means you'll get to speak to your mum.

Oh, I hope so.

We haven't spoken since they visited.

I wrote but I only heard back from Dad.

She's your mother.

Course she wants to talk to you on Christmas Day.

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Hello?

In here!

Oh look, Tricki,

it's Mr. Farnon!

Morning, Mrs. Pumphrey. Hello, Tricki.

Please excuse the state of things.

I've sent my staff home.

It's only right people should be with their families

at Christmas.

What seems to be the trouble with you, then?

Aren't you not going to say hello?

Oh, he can't even raise a paw.

He's been off his food for a few days now.

Don't worry.

I'm sure we'll have no trouble finding out

what's wrong with him.

Excuse me, Tricky.

Cook's been away so it hasn't been

his usual fare.

I thought perhaps that was it,

but, uh...

this morning poor darling had the trots.

I'm sorry to embarrass you,

Tricki, but he's a doctor.

He's been terribly depressed.

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Tricki's got gastro-enteritis.

He's lost a lot of weight and, um...

I'm seeing signs of dehydration.

I'm afraid we'll have to take him in for treatment.

Oh dear.

I won't be with my little man for Christmas?

Rest assured, we'll do everything in our power

to have him right and back with you by tomorrow.

Thank you, Mr. Farnon.

You are so kind.

Oh, Merry Christmas, Maggie.

How've you been in my absence?

Didn't notice you were gone.

Here you go, gentlemen.

- Thanks, Maggie. - Really Maggie?

You know I was away at college, advancing my prospects.

Oh really?

See you've got your mistletoe then?

Oh, you know me.

Oh yes.

Ale?

Please.

So, did you, then?

Did I what?

Advance your prospects?

I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

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Just got to fix my hair and I'll be ready to go.

I've got a few visits to make on the way,

I hope you don't mind.

I'll wear me wellies.

Are those presents?

I think they might be--

but I'm not sure there's any here for you.

I'll put them under the tree.

Jenny, why don't you show James your pudding?

I been soaking it in brandy every week for over a month.

Dad's worried it might get you tipsy.

I don't know how I've got this reputation.

It looks fantastic.

Mrs. Hall would be proud.

It were actually her recipe I followed. Mm.

It's only been the three of us at Christmas since Mum died.

So we're quite excited, aren't we?

You better wear loose trousers

because we have got a hell of goose in this year.

She's determined to cook tomorrow.

You know, she's even missing out on tonight's party

so her and me Dad can prepare it all.

I didn't realize you'd be inviting me to Christmas lunch.

Oh, where did you think we'd be?

Skeldale House.

Mrs. Hall's expecting us.

So, what d'you think?

Oh aye...

Well...

You took your time.

I had trouble finding red currants.

No, they don't sell them at the Drovers.

How do you know?

How do you always know?

Because I'm a mother.

We've a sixth sense...

...and a nose.

Anything from Edward this year?

No.

I didn't expect it.

That doesn't mean I weren't hoping for it.

Nothing for me I suppose... from Edinburgh?

I'm sure Mr. Farnon has learned his lesson.

Well, I sincerely doubt that.

But I wanted to make sure you were the one

who opened it this time.

And though you may stray from the path once in a while.

You're a wonderful, loving boy, with a warm heart

and a good head on his shoulders.

Nothing inside that envelope can change that.

Where've you been?

Oh just picking up a few Christmas bits for Mrs. H.

What's that?

Bill for you, I'm afraid.

Well, why on earth are you giving it to me?! Come on.

I don't know whether to be amazed or appalled.

Well?

Tristan!

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Aw... poor little man, he's in a dreadful state.

You've tried him on bismuth, kaolin, and chlorodyne,

I presume?

No discernible improvement.

He's gulping the water

trying to replace what's lost,

but he just can't keep it down.

We could try him on powdered ipecacuanha and opium.

I read something about using a decoction of hematoxylin

in cases like this,

although there's not a huge body of evidence to support its use.

I'm sorry, you read something?

Don't sound so surprised.

No. That was unkind.

I really did apply myself this time.

And I'm sure you'll get the result you deserve.

I'll fetch that medication.

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What's this?

It's a Cailleach.

Old Woman Winter.

My dad carves one every year.

What do you do with it? We burn it Christmas Day.

You've got to keep the fire going all night long

for good luck

and to ward off evil spirits.

Hello, Mr. Kitson.

How's that cow of yours doing?

Aye, not bad.

How do, lass?

No need to get dressed up on my account.

Don't worry, it's not for your benefit, Dave.

Herd doing all right?

Aye. Getting through hay faster than we'd like.

In't it always the way?

Old girl there didn't make it past dinner time.

Expert here didn't believe me

when I said she were on her way out.

It seems you were right, Mr. Kitson. Aye.

Well, you see, you can do all the book learning you like,

it's got nothing on experience.

Right, I'll leave you to it.

I hope there'll be plenty of ale on tonight.

Go on... shoo! Shoo! Get inside.

What was that about a ewe?

That fight had gone out of her.

He was going to let her die in pain.

I couldn't let that happen so I gave her an anesthetic

to ease her suffering.

What, without Dave knowing?

He was more worried about what it would cost rather than

the welfare of the animal.

You should've said something.

Dave Kitson's tighter than an otter's backside.

He needs to learn to appreciate what you do for him.

These Dales farmers are never going to take

my word over theirs.

Sometimes it's best to treat the animal and let them think

they've got one over you.

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That boy, Jess!

He's blooming incorrigible.

Mrs. Hall?

Ah, there you are.

Have you seen...

You look... different.

I mean that in a pleasant,

not a pejorative, sense.

I better get...

I better get my sausage rolls in the oven.

Come on, Jess, away from those mince pies.

We should let Mrs. Hall know we're going to be at yours

for lunch tomorrow.

Yeah. I'll do it.

Once she knows the effort Jenny's gone to,

she'll understand.

- Is that you, James? - I'd like your opinion.

Oh, uh, James?

Sorry, Helen. Would you mind?

Not at all.

Hello!

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Come in.

This is nice.

I'll take your coats.

Sorry Tricki, that's tender, isn't it?

Sounds like we'll get a decent crowd this year.

It's amazing.

Farmers who owe us money go missing for months on end,

then magically reappear when there's free ale.

Sweet company refreshes the soul

and awakens our hearts with joy.

Oh! That's something my pa used to say anyway.

Well, I suppose some of them aren't completely intolerable.

I'm sure Diana would be flattered to hear it.

It's starting to get quite serious

between you two lovebirds.

Right, yes.

Well, um, you're right,

Tricki's badly dehydrated.

I've had him on a saline drip

but it's not helping.

Everything he swallows comes up again.

If he doesn't start eating

and drinking soon,

I worry he'll be too weak to recover.

I'm trying to encourage him.

I even offered him some rather nice ham.

But I expect he's used to such extravagance.

Siegfried...

Doesn't matter, you'll think it's stupid.

For God, out with it, man!

There is a school of thought that suggests

that having something-- or more importantly someone--

to live for can help a patient recover.

Oh please tell me you're not about to preach

the healing power of love.

If anyone can coax him

out of this and get him back on the road to recovery,

it's Mrs. Pumphrey.

She's like a mother to this little dog.

I told you you'd think it was stupid.

It is.

But right now I think stupid's all we've got.

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Pumphrey residence.

It's Siegfried Farnon.

Oh, Mr. Farnon, please tell me you're ringing with good news.

He's still struggling, I'm afraid.

We wondered if it would do him good to see you.

Well, if you think it might help.

I-I do.

Having somebody there...

well...

who doesn't feel better knowing there's someone there

who cares for them?

I understand precisely what you mean. Mr. Farnon.

Good.

I'll pick you up as soon as I can, goodbye.

Hello.

Hello!

Hi Tristan!

Maggie!

Let me take your coat.

I can undress myself, thank you very much.

Don't, even... I wouldn't dream of it.

I'm getting married.

Very funny, Maggie.

Arthur, he asked me last week,

and we're gonna do it in the New Year.

Hey, don't mean we can't have one last night of fun?

Right. There's some snacks on the table,

if you need another drink just ask.

Where's Father Christmas?!

Well, still in the North Pole, I'd imagine.

Mrs. Herriot, another beer?

In the scullery.

You've got legs, haven't you?

Well, you-you said just ask.

Well, that were then.

That were just now.

Well, I've changed my mind.

Don't worry, Mr. Kitson,

I'll fetch it for you.

Sorry, Helen, got a bit behind.

Oh no, it's no trouble.

Your eyes tell a different story.

I honestly don't know how you do it.

Well, you won't ever have to.

I hope you told James not to bring anything

for lunch tomorrow?

Actually Mrs. Hall-- I'm so pleased

we're having you for Christmas.

And a crowd helps you forget

the ones you're missing.

We're really looking forward to it.

Aren't we? Oh yes. Aye.

Where's Mr. Farnon?

He's gone to pick up Mrs. Pumphrey.

Is Tricki that unwell?

The fight's just completely gone out of him.

We're hoping her presence might perk him up a little bit.

Well, there's nothing worrying'll do for it,

right now we've more pressing matters.

If these kids don't see Father Christmas soon,

there'll be murder, so... who's it to be?

Hello, children!

Who wants to see Father Christmas?

Me!

Merry Christmas, ho ho ho... Come on then.

Hello!

Me! Me!

Mrs. Hall, lovely spread.

Scrubs up rather well.

He's got that mysterious brooding thing

down to a tee.

There's not much mystery about someone eating a sausage roll.

Here.

War paint.

Audrey, you are allowed a moment to enjoy yourself.

In fact, I insist upon it.

Oh, that's absolutely fascinating.

Gerald!

You simply have to hear this.

Diana... Oh...

What's so interesting?

Nutmeg.

I put it in the sausage rolls,

gives them an extra bit of pep.

Well, your secret's safe with me.

Look at that fluff on...

Audrey.

There's really no need to panic.

I'm glad to have your friendship.

We can leave it at that, if, if that's what you want.

Oh right. Well...

Good then.

I'd better do the rounds

and make sure no one needs topping up.

I know how much Audrey misses her son.

I couldn't bring myself to tell her we weren't gonna be there.

I really am sorry, I shouldn't have assumed.

It's just because we're going to be living here,

after we marry, I mean.

Oh, right.

That's what...

I know we should've spoken about it,

but I need to be at Skeldale House to do my job.

I'm on call at nights, and there isn't even a telephone

up at Heston Grange.

I can't very well sleep in the phone box

at the end of your lane.

No. I understand that.

Where will we be sleeping?

Not in your bedroom with Tristan in the cupboard.

Siegfried's letting us have the bedsitter

at the top of the house.

Have you given any thought to what you think I might be doing?

Well, I hadn't really.

Mrs. Hall looks after the house.

But I'll still be working on the farm.

I suppose I thought we'd be living here.

That doesn't mean you wouldn't be popping back now and then.

If I'm moving in,

I'd want to be doing more than popping back.

If?

Are you having second thoughts?

Not about us.

Do you want us to live at Heston Grange?

I'm just trying to explain how I feel.

Oh! Ho ho ho...

Hello, Father Christmas.

Hello.

Have an orange.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

This is all new for me too.

A few months ago, I thought I was leaving this place entirely.

But as we're finding out,

it's impossible to be in two places at once,

no matter how much we want to be.

Maybe we can't be together tomorrow.

Or we could try to go to both houses?

I'd love to believe we could make that work,

but we've got to make a decision,

even if it means hurting someone's feelings.

Um... Mrs. Pumphrey's here.

I'd better go.

Good luck.

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Oh look, Tricki!

Father Christmas

has come to see you.

Maybe he's got a little present for you.

Ho ho ho, Tricki.

Have you been naughty or have you been nice?

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Oh, dear me.

He's worse than even before.

We've given him several rounds

of medication.

But I'm afraid none of them have improved his condition.

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These vet lads, they're nice enough,

but they can't ever understand farming.

You've got to have it in your blood.

Oh, are you joining us, Mrs. Herriot?

It's still Miss Alderson for now, Dave.

There you go.

Thank you. You're too kind.

Should I turn the music down?

Not on my account.

It's nice to hear people having fun at Christmas.

It's usually just us, isn't it, Tricki?

Hmm...

He maybe small but he fills every room of that house

with such love

and life.

We have so much fun together.

He certainly seems happy enough.

You think I spoil him, don't you?

Now don't deny it, your face gives you away.

His diet is more indulgent than most, it's true.

You must remember, I don't have children or grandchildren

to lavish gifts on,

or sneak chocolates to at Christmas time.

Oh, please tell me

the treats aren't the cause of his upset?

It's more likely a bug he's picked up somewhere.

And it's hit him hard.

Right.

So, um, what're we going to do for him?

I'm sorry to say that at this stage,

there's very little we can do.

Keep the faith and hope he pulls through on his own.

You grew up on those hills.

You know what it's like.

Our farms have been in the family 200 year or more.

Eh? All that knowledge passed through the ages.

What do these vets know?

They're professionals.

There's a science to what they do.

Aye-- and they make you pay for it too.

I've never known a man

with such short arms and deep pockets.

Well, I like to do things the old way.

There's no such thing.

Everything always changes.

Hand plow gave way to horse drawn, that gave way to tractor.

Aye, that's true...

Nothing stays the same.

It always changing.

And maybe we've just got to change with it.

Well that may be, but you will never convince me

that they know more out of a book

than I do about my own animals.

Well, if you know 'em so well,

maybe you should look after 'em a bit better?

Hey! Now listen here, lass.

Don't "lass" me.

James had to give that sheep of yours an injection

to help her on her way. He did what?

And if he hadn't she'd probably still be suffering now.

Oh, is that so?

Just so happens ewe's back up on its feet,

right as rain.

So who knows what's best for their own stock now then?

The ewe survived?

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Just one little drop.

Sorry, James, can I speak to you?

Excuse me.

You know, part of me always thought

we might end up together.

What is so funny?

You're a good lad, Triss.

And we've had a laugh together, but there just...

there comes a time in life when you just want more than that.

But I'm perfectly capable of providing more...

whatever it is you're talking about.

Please... you're like a magpie,

flitting from one shiny object to the next.

And all the girls know it.

They're happy to have a laugh wi' you whilst...

whilst it's still fun.

Good for a giggle and not much else?

I only say that because...

I do actually care about you.

But if you want something more out...

you've got to put a little more in.

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I gave the ewe a shot of Nembutal

to put her out of her misery.

It's possible that the anesthetic knocked her out

long enough for the body to recover.

At the very least it would stop Tricki's vomiting.

Are you coming?

We're going to give him an injection.

Now it'll put him to sleep for a little while,

but our hope is that'll give him

a chance to rest and get over

the stomach problem.

But you should know

it's a very powerful drug.

There's a chance he may not wake up again.

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May I?

Yeah. Of course.

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Um, would you mind if I hold his paw?

I'm sure he would like that.

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Good night. Thank you.

Good night. Good night.

Well done in there. Both of you.

What happens now?

I'll give her a moment with him and then run her home.

Then it's just a matter of waiting and hoping for the best.

How is he?

Time will tell.

Hang on a minute-- you've changed.

Look out, Audrey,

I think Gerald's trying to make off with the crystal.

Gerald?

I'm so sorry, Diana, I've been rather tied up.

No need to apologize.

I've had a tremendous time.

Have you? I mean, good.

- Uh... pleased to hear it. - Good night, Mr. Farnon.

Good night. Thank you.

Mrs. Hall tells me you're alone at Christmas.

And rather relishing the prospect, I must say.

It just seems a shame, this time of year,

not to be around other people.

Good night. Good night.

Happy Christmas. Merry Christmas.

She always cooks enough for a small army,

I was wond-- why're you looking like that?

Siegfried, don't you think having someone over

for Christmas raises certain expectations?

Oh, I don't know...

Let's not overcomplicate things.

How about you pop around for a night cap instead?

Um...

well...

That sounds like a wonderful idea.

♪ I will feel a glow just thinking of you ♪

What in the world do you think you're doing?

Well, I thought I'd give you a hand.

You'll be here all night otherwise.

You can't do that.

Why not?

You, you just can't.

You're a guest.

Go on. Shift!

Get out of it!

♪ With your smile so warm ♪

No, wait.

♪ And your cheeks so soft ♪

♪ There is nothing for me ♪

♪ But to love you ♪

That were for earlier.

The mistletoe.

Bad luck otherwise.

All right.

And you should be here tomorrow.

For lunch.

Not on your own.

With me.

With us.

Well, that sounds lovely.

Now get out of my kitchen.

You shouldn't be back here. You're...

...a guest. A guest.

I know.

Well, see you tomorrow.

♪ Love you ♪

Oh, that's the garden...

Right...

♪ Keep that breathless charm ♪

♪ Won't you please arrange it? ♪

You're a dark horse.

♪ Just the way you look tonight ♪

♪ Just the way you look tonight ♪

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Merry Christmas, Jim.

Let's see, shall we?

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How does it look?

Heart rate is very slow.

I'm going to give him a shot of adrenaline

to help bring him out of the anesthetic-- thank you.

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Come on, Tricki.

Time to wake up.

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Tricki...

it's Christmas morning.

I'm sure Mrs. P has a load of presents for you at home.

Okay, Tricki...

Tricki, look, what's this?

What's this?

Come on. Come and eat.

Yes!

Yes! There he is. There he is.

Merry Christmas, little man.

Yay, Lord, we great thee.

Good morning. Get stuck in.

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Well done.

Mrs. Pumphrey will have her Tricki

home for Christmas.

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He's still a bit wobbly

but he managed to hold his breakfast down.

Come here, gorgeous little man!

We couldn't persuade you in for a glass of sherry by the fire?

I... I would love to but...

Uh, no, you're expected elsewhere.

That was unfair of me, I shouldn't've asked.

I'm sorry. No...

Go and be with your family.

As it should be.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You know what, Mrs. Pumphrey?

Why not?

It's Christmas after all.

Oh!

What can I do?

Any matches? Yup!

♪ In a one horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Dashing through the snow ♪

♪ In a one horse open sleigh ♪

♪ O'er the fields we go ♪

♪ Laughing all the way ♪

♪ Bells on bob tail ring ♪

♪ Making spirits bright ♪

♪ What fun it is to ride and sing ♪

♪ A sleighing song tonight ♪

I was wondering, Mrs. Hall,

might there be a secret you've been keeping from me?

I'm sure there are many.

About Tristan, for instance?

His exam results?

He were pretty down in the dumps last night.

He didn't say anything

and I thought it best not to ask.

Right.

Well...

Maybe veterinary practice isn't his calling after all.

That's the animals fed and watered.

Now it's time to take care of myself.

What is it? What have I done?

I wanted to say, it's only a piece of paper,

and I'm sure there are lots of

other professions you could turn your hand to.

Do you really mean that?

Trying to make you into someone you're not

is a waste of the person you are.

Let's just attempt to enjoy

one another's company this year, shall we?

Sounds delightful.

Try to remember that

when I make a hash

of my first case.

What are you talking about?

No. You didn't!

Oh... Well done!

Why didn't you say something last night!?

I had other things on my mind.

And I thought it would be a nice present for Siegfried.

Hopefully it'll go some way

to thanking him for all the money, time, and patience...

money and time he put in.

I knew it.

I knew you'd do it.

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Genuinely. After father died...

Yes, yes, there's no need to get into all that.

I mean it, though.

Genuinely.

♪ ♪

Siegfried, are you going to say something?

Darrowby 2297.

James!

Tristan, I...

Tristan passed his exams.

I would really

like to see the results paper if you wouldn't mind?

Unbelievable. You've got form.

I've got form?! That's rich.

No, I don't know why they're arguing.

What, you told me you'd passed when you hadn't.

You told me I passed when I hadn't.

They always manage to find a way.

The common theme to both of those cases being

that you failed.

But now I've passed.

So what possible objection can you have

to showing me the letter?

Because it would be nice for a change

if you had a little faith in me!

Oh, for God's sake, just give me the damned letter!

Right.

See you in a bit.

See you there.

Are you two finished?

♪ ♪

Oh...

I...

♪ ♪

Glad to see you're hard at it.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

How's Tricki?

Woke up and tucked straight into a bowl of food.

He's going to be fine, thanks to you.

Well, I think you and Siegfried

might have had a bit more to do with it than I did.

Kitson and farmers like him will open up to you

in a way they won't with me or Siegfried.

I know your place will always be on the farm.

But you have a place in Skeldale house.

Right, well, I better get sorted.

We don't want to keep Audrey waiting.

Actually, I thought we might have Christmas lunch

somewhere else.

♪ ♪

Yes. I've got it.

♪ ♪

Allow me, Mrs. Pumphrey,

let's get these open.

Let some Christmas light into the house.

There we are.

Oh, this is too much, having you all here.

♪ ♪

Uh, in case you haven't met already,

this is Gerald.

Welcome, Gerald.

Hello, Gerald. How do?

You might want to throw a cover over this chair, Missus,

before I set myself down on it.

Nonsense!

They're all rather old and tatty anyway.

You can only add to their history.

♪ ♪

Here.

Dad? Dad.

We need three more chairs.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Pumphrey?

Would you care to join me for a little "Ding Dong"?

♪ ♪

SIEGFRIED and MRS. PUMPHREY: ♪ E'en so here below, below ♪

♪ Let steeple bells be swungen ♪

♪ And "io, io, io!" ♪

♪ By priest and people sungen ♪

♪ Gloria ♪

♪ Hosanna in excelsis! ♪

♪ Gloria ♪

♪ Hosanna in excelsis. ♪

I shall never forget your kindness.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Merry Christmas.

♪ ♪

Hello?

Hello?

Mum?

Who is it?

It's James.

Oh thank goodness for that.

Well, who else would be calling?

I don't know-- there's a line of people waiting on calls.

It's good to hear your voice.

How're you keeping?

Are you having a nice time?

I'm fine, Mum.

Everything's fine.

How are you getting on?

Och, you know,

Christmas doesn't change much from one year to the next.

But we're happy enough.

Merry Christmas, son!

Has Dad done the log yet?

Aye, he has, and I'll tell you something,

he's only gone and made it look like me again.

He doesn't make it look like you, Mum.

Oh, yes he does.

- Do I heck! - He doesn't!

It's a coincidence is it?

Well, your face is the one he sees the most

so maybe it's not surprising.

Oh, so I've got a face like a log now?

I'm not saying

it looks like you-- I can't even see it!

I'm not even there.

Aye.

That's true. You're not.

We miss you, love!

And I know you have to be there,

but we still miss you.

Aye.

I miss you too.

Mum, I never said thank you.

For what?

If it wasn't for you and Dad paying for me to go to college,

I wouldn't be here,

doing the job I love.

I'll always, always be so grateful for everything

you did for me.

Don't be daft!

You're our boy.

What else were we going to do?

♪ ♪

It's a family tradition.

Every year we burn a Christmas log to bring

prosperity and good luck for the year to come.

I think we could all do with a bit of that.

Thank you.

So what happens now?

Some kind of Pagan chant?

Close.

My dad always quotes a verse of Robbie Burns.

I hope you don't mind.

Mm-hmm.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And ne'er brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne.

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne.

♪ ♪

Right, back to the game.

I think I was winning.

Thank you.

Six!

Where's my counter? James?

Yes? Sabotage. Where's my counter?

He passed with distinction.

Well done.

♪ ♪

Play abandoned, dog swallows dice.

What's the weirdest thing you've ever removed from a dog?

Yes!

One, two, three, four, five...

Not at Christmas.

Well, you don't get to go again

after the second space.

This is soaking now.

No, back to the start. I think it's back to the start.

You have to a roll a one.

There we go.

Oh!

Yes! Good girl!

We'll never know who won now.

Well, I was leading at the end, so...

Jess, what are you doing?

Oh no!