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Darrowby 2-2-9-7.

Dave Kitson.
Mr Kitson.

I've got a cow
that needs seeing to. Yes.

Right away.
Yes, all right.

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
that'll help with the pneumonia.

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

And I suppose you'll still be
charging us for that then, will ye?

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?

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.

Ey. What are you up to?

Look, don't bother yourself
on my account. It's over for her.

Maybe there's something I can do.

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

At least let me ease her pain.

Pay you
for what's gonna pass anyway?

No, thank you.

I'd rather let nature run its course

than have knacker's yard
pick her up later.

Merry Christmas, Mr Kitson.

Aye, you too, lad.

Here now.

This will ease the pain.

It'll soon be over.

Keep going.
More?

Well, you want to have leftovers
in the evening.

Sprouts. Couple of handfuls.

Carrots, and...
Ooh, parsnips. Yes.

How many are you feeding?

Well, they're hard-working men.
For the most part.

Er, 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 your 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!

Morning, Mrs Hall.
There you are, two letters.

Oh, thanks! Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

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 doesn't mind.

'Tis 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.

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 for me to disagree
with you, Mrs Hall.

Darrowby 2-2-9-7.

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 summat 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 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 five.

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

Means you 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.

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 going to say hello?

Oh, 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.

'Scuse me, Tricki.

Cook's been away,
so it hasn't been his usual fare,

I thought perhaps that was it,
but...

..this morning,
poor darling had the trots.

I'm sorry to embarrass you, Tricki,

but he's a doctor.

He's been terribly depressed.

Tricki's got gastro-enteritis.

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

Just got to fix me 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 got this reputation.

It looks fantastic.
Mrs Hall would be proud.

It were actually her recipe
I followed.

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.

She's even missing out
on tonight's party

so her and me dad can prepare
it all.

I didn't realise 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.

Had trouble finding redcurrants.

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 your 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!

Oh, 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 haematoxylin

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.

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 the hay
faster than we'd like.

In't it always the way.

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

Expert here didn't believe me
when I said she were on her way out.

Seems you were right, Mr Kitson.
Aye.

Well, you see,

you can do
all t'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?

The 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 anaesthetic

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.

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'd better get... I'd 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.

Er, James?

Sorry, Helen. Would you mind?

Not at all.

Hello! Merry Christmas, come in!

Come in, Helen. Oh, this is nice.
Warm! It is a bit parky out there.

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. Aww.

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!

Ahem, right, yes. Well, erm...

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.

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 are
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.

Er, 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 me 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... 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.

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?
- Meee!

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

Me! Me!

That's my Christmas present!

Mrs Hall. Lovely spread.

Scrubs up rather well.

He's got that mysterious
brooding thing down to a T.

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 that's what you want.

Oh, right. Well...

Ahem. 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 thought we'd be living here.

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.

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.

Erm, Mrs Pumphrey's here.

I'd better go.

Good luck.

Ooh, 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?

Oh, dear me.

He's worse than even before.

We've given him several rounds
of medication.

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

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?

Still Miss Alderson for now, Dave.

There you go.

Thank you. You're too kind.

Should I turn the music down?

Oh, not on my account.

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

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

He may be 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?

No, 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 most likely a bug he's picked
up somewhere. And it's hit him hard.

Right.

So, erm,
what are 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 t'family for 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 plough gave way to horse drawn,

that gave way to tractor.
Aye, that's true.

Nothing stays the same.
It's 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 me own animals.

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?!

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.

Oh, 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 nowt 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.

I gave the ewe a shot of Nembutal
to put her out of her misery.

It's possible that
the anaesthetic 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.

May I...?
Yeah, of course.

Erm, would you mind if
I hold his paw?

I'm sure he would like that.

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.

Oh, no need to apologise.
I've had a tremendous time.

Have you? I mean, good.
Er, pleased to hear it.

Good night, Mr Farnon.
Er, goodnight, 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.

Goodnight.
Goodnight!

Happy Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

She always cooks enough
for a small army,

I was wondering...
Why are you looking at me like that?

Siegfried...

Don't you think having someone over
for Christmas

raises certain expectations?

Oh, I don't know...

Let's not over-complicate things.

How about you pop round
for a night cap instead?

Um, well...

That sounds like a wonderful idea.

The Way You
Look Tonight by Fred Astaire

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

Oh, 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!

No, wait.

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 me kitchen!
You shouldn't be back here.

You're... A guest.

I know.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, that's the garden.
Ah.

You're a dark horse.

Merry Christmas, Jim.

Let's see, shall we?

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 anaesthetic. Thank you.

Come on, Tricki.

Time to wake up.

Tricki!

It's Christmas morning.

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

OK, Tricki.

Tricki. Ah!

What's this?

Huh? What's this?

Come on!

Come on, then!

Yes!

Good! Yes! There he is!
There he is!

Merry Christmas, little man!

Yea, Lord, we great thee.

Good morning! Get stuck in!

Well done. Well done.

Mrs Pumphrey will have
her Tricki home for Christmas.

He's still a bit wobbly,

but he managed to hold his
breakfast down.

Come here, gorgeous little man!

Oh...!

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

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

Er, no, you're expected elsewhere,
that was unfair of me,

I shouldn't've asked.
I'm sorry.

Go and be with your family!
As it should be.

Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!

You know what, Mrs Pumphrey?

Why not?

It is Christmas after all.

Oh!

What can I do?

Any matches?
Yep.

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.

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.

I'll try to remember that
when I make a hash of my first case.

What are you talking about?

No.
You didn't!

Ohh! 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.

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 2-2-9-7.
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.

You told me you'd passed
when you hadn't.

YOU told me I passed when I hadn't.

They always manage to find away.

The common theme to both of
those cases being that you'd 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 letter!
Right.

See you in a bit.

See you there.

Are you two finished?

Ah!

Ha!

Er...

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.

I think you and Siegfried might have
had 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'd better get sorted,
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...

Oh!

This is too much,
having you all here.

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, Mrs,

before I set meself 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?

# E'en so here below, below...

# Let steeple bells be swungen

# And "Io, io, io!"
By priest and people sungen

- # Glo-o-o-o-o-o-
-O-o-o-o-o-o-

# -O-o-o-o-o-o-

# -O-o-o-o-o-oria.

# Hosanna in excelsis!

# Glo-o-o-o-o-o-
-O-o-o-o-o-o-

# -O-o-o-o-o-o-

# -O-o-o-o-o-o-

# -O-o-o-o-o-o-ria

♪ 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?

Oh, you know,

Christmas doesnae change much
from one year to the next.

We're happy enough.

Merry Christmas, son!

Has Dad done the log yet?

Aye, he has,

and I'll tell ye 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?

It's your face 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.

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 Rabbie Burns.

I hope you don't mind.

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' kind-ness yet...

for auld lang syne.

Right, back to the game.

I think I was winning.

Thank you.

Sit.

Where's my counter? James?

Yes? Sabotage. Where's my counter?

He passed with distinction.

Well done.

That's not how it works...

That's how it works,

when you find the dice...

Need a player banned!
Dog swallows dice...

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

Yes!

Not at Christmas...

Well, you don't get to go again
after your second.

Oh.

Have a scotch.

God, this is so hard...

Now back to the start?!

You're going to roll a one.

OK...

Oh!

Yeah, good girl!

We'll never know who won now.

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

Jess, what are you doing?

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