All language subtitles for To The Manor Born S01 EP 8 - The First Noel

First, the parish notices about
our Christmas activities.

We've had the Christmas collection
for old people of the parish,

which raised the sum of £400

a record amount,

due mainly to a substantial donation by
our lord of the manor, Mr DeVere.

Our thanks are due to him.

And then, last night,
we had the estate staff party.

I gather a good time was had by all.

Our thanks must go to all those who
worked hard to make it a success...

..especially to our lord, Mr DeVere.

Tomorrow, Christmas Eve, we shall make the
church ready for our candlelight procession

and blessing of the crib
at the midnight service.

In the afternoon, the women
will decorate the church.

We can expect an even
better display than usual,

owing to another generous
donation from Mr DeVere...

our lord of the manor.

May the words of my mouth and the meditations
of our hearts be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord,

our strength and our Redeemer.

My text today comes...

Well, the words of his mouth were
not acceptable in my sight.

It was rather a good sermon.
The sermon was a lovely length,

but, Mr DeVere this,
our lord of the manor that.

Well, something is rotten
in the state of Denmark.

He's from Czechoslovakia.

The rector didn't utter one
word about all my hard work.

This year, I was just the women.

The women will decorate the church.
You will do it, though?

Yes. Well, me and the women.

I've a mind not to, nor do all the
other things. What other things?

The crib.
Have you got it here?
Must've come over from the manor.

Ned got it from the attic.
Ned?

Brabinger's spending Christmas
with his granddaughter,

so Ned's lending a hand.
Oh.

Ned, what on earth are you doing?

Preparing a surprise, Mrs Fforbes.
In the dark?

Look better in the dark.
What do?

Fairy lights. Look.

Ned, that's lovely. Isn't it, Aud?

Cheers the place up. Thank you, Ned.

Remember how the lights on the
tree at the manor used to blink?

Yes, but we can't have everything.

We can, ma'am. I've made a little
transformer with a circuit breaker

that makes the lights go on and off.
Is this wise?

I'm rather wary of your electrical expertise.
It's safe, Mrs Fforbes.

Well?

Well what?

I thought you said they came on again.
There seems to be a failure.

We'll forget about your Belisha beacon.
Won't take long to repair.

No. In fact, I forbid you to
mess about with electricity.

If you say so, Mrs Fforbes.

Ned, I thought you mended the bird table.
I did.

How did it get like that?
Oh, I can't think.

There was a robin on it this morning.

Are you sure it wasn't an eagle?

What was the robin doing?
Fighting off one of the farm cats.

I see. Oh, by the way,
where did you put the crib?

Oh, I couldn't find it.
I searched the whole house.

He's got it.
He'll do the crib, then.

I won't let him do my one remaining duty.
He doesn't know where it is.

Perhaps he's found it.
No chance of that. I know where it is.

He'll never find it.

One headless shepherd.
One three-legged donkey.
One wingless archangel.

One camel minus hump.

One hump minus camel.

One wise man bearing gift.
Donkey's leg, by the look of it.

Mother, where did you find this?
In the butler's pantry. Aggh!

What?
One dead mouse.

Well, at least it's got all its bits.

Rector, I'm afraid we can't use that.

Well, as I say, the crib has always
been provided by the manor.

Oh.

Would you like another sherry?

Wine is a mocker, strong drink
is raging. Proverbs 20.

Yes, please.

I'm sure it's not beyond your
powers to patch it up.

Another one?
No, three's my limit.

You've had four.
Better be going.

Will you pass the lodge?
It's on my way.

Can you drop this in on your friend and mine?

Certainly.

Yes, I'll see myself out.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Oh, yes. Good morning.
Good morning.

And thank you for your custom

You heard what he said. We'd better
start getting this thing patched up.

I'm not one of the world's patchers.
We need it by tomorrow.

I have influence in high places.

But not THAT high.
Leave it to me.

Why don't I pop over and ask
him if I can find the crib?

No. If he thinks he's got something
I want, he'll make an issue of it.

No. We'll have to find another crib.

How? It's Christmas Eve tomorrow.
Yes, it is.

We'll have to make one.
Make one?

Ned can make the stable.
You can make the animals.

What will you make?
Mother and child.
Can you?

I'm clever with my hands.
I was the Rodin of the Lower Remove.

I can't make animals.

You made lovely animals for that WI competition.

When we had to make an animal out of a vegetable.

I won with a carrot giraffe
judged to be far and away the best.

Yes, and you were the judge.

How do you think your frogs
made out of marrow came second?

Frogs aren't right for this.

Nothing about shepherds keeping
watch over their frogs by night.

Oh, Ned, we're going to make a Christmas crib.

Do you think you could make a stable?
A stable?

I'm good at model aeroplanes.
A stable, not a Sopwith Camel.

What shall I make it from?

Anything. Adopt, adapt, improve.

Oh.

What's that?
This letter just came for you,
delivered by the rector.

Not fussy who delivers the
Christmas post these days.

Oh! It's a Christmas card from our lord.
Who?

Mr DeVere.

What a plan of his new Brent Cross outlet has to
do with Christmas, I don't know. Here's a note.

My mother and I would be so pleased
if you'd spend Xmas Day with us here.

Xmas! Makes it sound like a skin complaint.

Ned, telephone the manor,
present my compliments to Mr DeVere,

tell him I am unable to accept
his kind invitation for Christmas Day.

Why not?
No reason.

Are you sure?
How would I feel at the manor?

Last year, the family came. Best Christmas ever.
Yes, I know. I was there.

Oh, yes. Remember playing sardines
around the house after lunch,

and coming in exhausted from the Boxing Day
hunt and watching Basil Brush?

Pulling crackers and Martin
moaning about British industry.

Because his Chinese puzzle
was made in Hong Kong!

No, I couldn't go there this year.
Anyway, I've a previous engagement.

A previous engagement?
With you.

Me?
You always spend it with me.

Ah, well, times change.
I can't manage it this year.

Why not?
A previous engagement.

You never have previous engagements.

Well, I have this year.
Where?

Up at the manor with Mr DeVere.

You are spending Christmas Day with Mr DeVere?
Yes. Why?

He asked me.
No reason to accept.

You don't like Richard...
Oh, it's Richard now?!

He says to use his Christian name.

The nearest he gets to Christian is
stirring his coffee with an apostle spoon!

Be more complimentary. It IS Christmas
and he IS doing his stuff.

Only to salve his conscience over
making a fortune from supermarkets.

It's an excuse to make people
buy things they can't afford

which people they don't like
and don't want don't like.

You're beastly about poor Richard.

If you end up alone, you've
only yourself to blame. Possibly.

One did think that one's best friend would
support one, especially at Christmas.

Don't make me feel guilty.
I won't.

I suppose it'll be on Christmas Day

that the full implication of my
new situation will come home to me,

spending it all alone.

You're making me feel dreadful.

No, no, don't feel sorry for me.

If I get through this first
Christmas without undue trauma,

it'll be a feat of moral courage to
keep me going the rest of the year.

I...
I shall just resign myself to spending a
very boring Christmas here, all alone.

One shouldn't desert one's friends,
especially at Christmas.

I don't want you making sacrifices.

I'll come to you.
That's settled!

We'll come straight back here after matins.

Come back with your oxes and asses.

Made from vegetables.
No, save them. We'll needthem for Christmas lunch.

HAMMERING
Oh, blast!

Do you have to be so noisy?
Nearly finished, ma'am.

Oh, well, Joseph will have to be bald.

Now, what do you think of those the Holy Family?

Oh, very nice, Mrs Fforbes.

There, ma'am. The stable.
Excellent.

Who said we couldn't knock up a
crib if we put our minds to it?

Let's put the figures in.

Oh, dear. You've made the figures
too big, Mrs Fforbes.

You mean, you've made the stable too small.

Well, ma'am, you didn't say any size.

I left that to your intelligence.

How was I to know you were going to make
something the size of a bird...table?

Ned...

Ned...
Adopt, adapt, improve.

That's what you said, Mrs Fforbes.

I said nothing about destroy.

You'll have to make a larger one.

If Bertie's kennel disappears,
there'll be trouble.

Cooey!
In the studio, Marjory.

Morning, Miss Frobisher.
Hello, Ned.

Aren't those lovely?!
Thank you.
Haven't you made them too small?
Too small?

Well, surely. I mean, look.

You said nothing about size.
Well, I have now. MY size.

Perhaps mine should go outside the stable.
Oh, no, that'll look silly.

That donkey isn't right.

They were meant to have come from Nazareth on it.

That wouldn't have got out of the drive.

Look, the women are at it already.

Afternoon, Mrs Eacham. Hello, Lily.

I'll supervise the flowers
when we've set up the crib.

Put the lights on.
Yes, Mrs Fforbes.

No, the chancel.

No, that's the organ.

That's it.

That WAS it.

He can't even manage a switch.

That's right. Don't touch another thing.
..All right. Over here.

What on Earth...? Marjory, look at that.

Oh, it's divine!
It's anything but divine.

It is common and vulgar and new.

Remove this monstrosity.
Yes, ma'am.

It's arrived!
Is this your work?

Snazzy, eh?
Frightfully.
Might have known.

The rector told me the crib was
always provided by the manor.

Not by the manor, by ME.

Ever since I can remember,
and before me, the family...

Since the year 2000 BC.

They didn't have cribs in 2000 BC.

By tradition, I do the crib every year,

and at a cost of considerable time and effort,

a crib I have done.
Oh, ha-ha! Ahh!

I think we've done better than that,
don't you?

Wait till you've seen this in
its full glory. Watch this.

MUSIC PLAYS: Jingle Bells

Now, I'll speed it up, so you
can see the complete cycle.

It does that once every 15 minutes.

Ingenious, if I may say so.
No, you may not.

People in Oxford Street watch that for hours.

In Oxford Street?
Yes. It was in one of my shop windows.

When I was told to provide a crib...
A crib, not a planetarium.

I suppose it has nodding
donkeys with flashing eyes

There's a guiding star.
Of course.

Oh, it ought to twinkle.

This is meant to be Bethlehem.
It looks like Tokyo High Street.

It's supposed to have a circuit breaker.
Why not have a neon sign DeVere's Pork Pies?

No circuit breaker to make the star twinkle.

I've got one of those, sir.
Could I borrow it?
Yes, of course, sir.

I'll go and fetch it.
Thank you, Ned.

We'll have that little star twinkling fit to bust.

It's super.
I knew you'd all like it eventually.

BLEEP BLEEP
What's that?
Wanted on the phone.

My goodness! There isn't a
telephone in there too, is there?

What's that?
A crate of sherry, in case the rector calls round.

Crib's arrived.
What's it like?

Ritzy. I'd like a weekend there.

Ahhh!

We have come a long way together.

You are too young to remember.

Did I ever tell you of the Christmas
we had together all those years ago,

just after your father died?
Often.

We were so poor, we only had a stick of
brushwood for a Christmas tree

and we couldn't afford decorations.

HE MOUTHS ALONG We got orange peel,
silver paper...

TOGETHER: ..and for Christmas
dinner we had carrot stew.

Oh!

But in spite of that, looking back on it,

and thinking of all the Christmases
we had before and since,

I think that that one was the
most miserable of the lot.

What?

But if anyone had come to the door and offered us
shop-bought stuff, we'd've told them where to go.

My God, I've done it again! What?

Audrey what have I done to her?

I dread to think, since she won't come here.

She made a crib herself.
What out of?

Orange peel and silver paper.
Just like our decorations.

I got one from the store. Think how we
would have felt. Hopping mad.

Just how Audrey's feeling now.

Where are you going?
To remove my crib.

Marjory?
Yes.
You know it's the thought that counts.

Yes, you said that about my
present to you last year.
Did I?

We should regard this as a thought.

It's his present to the parish and
we should have been more gracious.

We? Have you changed your mind?

No. As a crib, it's horrid, but as a
thought, it's acceptable.

What shall we do with ours?
Hide it.

Could I have a word?
You mustn't let Ned...
Never mind about Ned.

I'm going to take my crib away.

Yours is so much better.
How can you say that? There's no comparison.

You've got to admit that mine lacks a certain
je ne sais quoi that's French, by the way.

Yours has more quoi than mine. Mine's going.
No, I insist! Mine is.

Now, now, what's all this about?

We have two cribs and I think we
should have Mrs Fforbes-Hamilton's.

I insist that we have Mr DeVere's.

I see. Perhaps I should be the judge.

Very well.

Ah...yes!

Ah.

When you think of the amount of
work that has gone into it,

this is much more in keeping with the
spirit of Christmas. Indeed.

My judgment is that I find myself taking
Mrs Fforbes-Hamilton's part in this dispute.

I quite agree. It should be Mr DeVere's crib.

But...
So be it. Come along, Marjory.

ORGAN PLAYS

Happy Christmas.
Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas, Richard.
And to you, Audrey.

ORGAN PLAYS: O Come All Ye Faithful

Going?
The blessing of the crib.

I'm very sorry about your crib.

I haven't given it another thought.

I think I've got everything fixed up all right now.

Let us pray.

Almighty God, who, as on this night,

did cause his only begotten son to
come down from Heaven and be born.

Vouchsafe, we beseech thee,
so to bless and hallow this crib

wherein usher in the wonders of
that sacred birth. Amen.

MUSIC PLAYS: Jingle Bells

Isn't she wonderful?

To think, she had to learn all that by heart.

Right, formalities over.

It's a book and a film and
it's five, no, six words.

Marjory, are you quite well?

If it wasn't for the hunchback...
Oh, I've given it away.

What ARE you doing?
Charades.

Time for party games.
You can't have party games without a party.

We always used to have party
games up at the manor.

Sardines. That's what I'll miss
most about this Christmas.

We could play sardines.
In a house this size?

At the manor, squeezing oneself
into a hole was a game.

Here, it's a permanent occurrence.

You've been a misery all day.

Why not have a drink? Drown your sorrows.

I would, if there were any here.

We could have been at the manor now.
I bet they're having a great time.

Mother?
Hm?
Oughtn't we to be doing something?

It's getting dark. Draw the curtains.

Well, what about the other ones?

It's something to look forward to.

If not charades, what about blind man's buff?

With two of us?
I'm only trying to cheer you up.

If I hadn't been pig-headed,
we'd be at the manor playing sardines.

It was rather intimate,
squashing into our hidey-holes.
Yes.

I hid in the butler's silver safe.
Martin was the first to find me.

It quite revived our marriage...

till I realised who it was.

You should've gone up to the manor.
I know.
But if you didn't want to...

Of course I did, for obvious reasons.

But, no, I had to insist on
spending my first Christmas alone,

just to prove I'm not the sort that
cracks up easily, and it's not true.

So much for my brave face.

Oh!

LAUGHTER

Good old Ned!

They do flash off and on...

every two days.

Visitors, Mrs Fforbes.
Who?

Mr DeVere and Mrs Pol...ou... His mother.
Well, show them in.

Will you come this way, please?

Audrey, Marjory, happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas, Richard, Mrs Polou...
Happy Christmas.

And to you, Miss Frobisher.
Happy Christmas one and all, especially one.
Down, Marjory.

Come and sit down. Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

What brings you here?
We were bored.

You seem to be having a great time.
Oh, we are, aren't we?

Aren't we, Marjory?
What? Oh, yes, we are now.

Well, drinks anybody?
Yes, I'd love one.

Oh, sorry.
Oh, thank you, sir.

This IS going to be fun.
You've joined us just in time for sardines.

Oh, no, thank you. I couldn't eat
another thing. It's a game.

An old English game?
I'll be it. You'll never find me.

(In the broom cupboard under the stairs.)

Wait a minute. I don't think I
understand this game. Splendid!

I'll explain it. Come with me.

Close your eyes and start counting...

..to a thousand.