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[silence]

dy

[gentle piano melody J]

[whistling wind]

dy

dy

[dog barking]

[barking continues]

dy

[indistinct chatter]

[chatter abruptly stops]

I heard a dog.

Did you?

Must be outside.

[dog barking]

[joyful musical flourish J]

Dad!

We were gonna hide him 'til tomorrow, but...

He didn't want to go along with the plan, did you?

Happy Christmas, sweetheart.

Whatcha going to call him, love?

Don't know yet.

[puppy barks]

Hey there, boy.

You wanna take him out?

Yeah.

Come on, then.

dy

Let's go.

Get some clothes on.

[family giggling] [puppy whimpering]

Hey, boy.

[puppy whines]

[barking]

dy

What, sick?

[indistinct voice on telephone]

Yeah. What, again?

[indistinct voice on telephone]

Yeah.

No, of course. Eh...

In ten, in ten.

Right, cheers.

[sighs]

Sorry, Goose.

I'll make it up to you.

Promise.

Linda, I have to go in to work, love.

Honey, have you seen my keys?

[Linda] No, sorry.

I can't find 'em anywhere.

dy

[keys jangle]

Uh, Goose, you seen my keys, mate?

No, Dad.

Oh, Lind, you're gonna have to drive me in, love.

[Linda] Really?

dy

[car starting, driving away]

Be fine.

[clears throat]

Yep.

[Christmas music playing on car radio]

Ah.

He-e-ey. [radio volume increases]

♪ A perfect ♪

No, it's too sa-

[giggles] - Uh-uh-uh.

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ It's a perfect ♪

♪ Christmas time ♪

Take Langford. It's quicker.

Know-it-all.

[loud crash]

♪ With open arms ♪

♪ Everyone ♪

♪ Wishing you ♪

♪ your dreams come true tonight ♪

[bell tolling]

[indistinct revelry]

[zipping]

[light splashing sounds]

[mysterious ambience J]

[intense burst J]

[cawing gulls]

[mysterious ambience J]

You all right, mate?

Hey...

Anthony.

You okay?

[sighs]

It's snowing.

Not in Manchester, mate.

It just rains.

A monkey...

...showing.

...with an angel's head.

Snowing monkeys?

Yeah, I'll watch out for them.

[whoosh sound]

[indistinct voices outside]

Hey.

Mutt.

[Kids voices]

C'mon, Mutt.

[dog whimpers]

What're you doin', Nan?

Well, it's not going to cook itself, is it darling?

That's the washing machine, Nan.

Oven's there.

And it's only Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve...

[Goose] Yeah.

Nan...

I'll help ya.

Tomorrow.

I will.

Oh, and put it back in the fridge.

[somber piano melody J]

[knocking]

All right!

Please stop.

Please... [knocking continues]

Who is it?

[Goose] It's me.

Come on, Frank. It's freezing.

I'm comin'.

Silly little...

- Nice pants. - Thanks.

What have I told you before? No dogs.

Oh, come on. He'll freeze his nads off.

Look, I've got the hangover from Hell, all right?

Besides...

...just tidied up.

Okay, Mutt. Won't be long.

Tidied up?

[door creaks, shuts]

Still no luck, then?

No, I've looked everywhere.

Tell you what, Goose...

If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.

Come on, then.

Let's see what you got.

It's mint.

It's plate.

You can pick these up anywhere.

Yeah?

[aerosol spraying]

[indistinct chatter]

[light whooshing sound]

[coughing]

You all right, pal?

Don't think so.

Oh, yeah? Why's that, then?

I don't know.

[sniffs]

I think, maybe...

[exhales]

...maybe I'm not...

...here.

Hear that, Millsy?

Fella ain't here.

[chuckling] - Millsy...

Windmills.

Windmills go backwards,

forwards in Ireland.

Bit early for that, innit?

Yeah... been... drinking...

...paraffin.

It's used to make chewing gum.

Not from Manchester, are you?

No.

Don't think so.

He don't know where he's from.

Check your wallet.

Got... oh.

Matches...

Matches...

Sock...

More matches-s-s.

Must be a heavy smoker.

[exhales]

Poker chip.

[chuckling]

- Pez. - Pez.

A-a-and...

And that's it.

Is that gold?

[mysterious music J]

[ratchet sound]

How'd you do that, you mad head?

Don't pull, you numpty.

You'll break the strap.

dy

[approaching sirens]

Come on.

dy

This stuff's all right, but...

I mean, this... it's rubbish.

[unidentified]

How many times have I got to tell you?

No one wants a straight mobile anymore.

Not unless it's a free gift with one of these.

And this...

You serious?

[inhales]

I'll give you fifty quid, as it's Christmas.

- For the lot? - It's a fair price.

It's not.

It's not, Frank.

What're you doing?

Gonna go see what Kermit will give us.

Now, you listen to me.

You stay away from Kermit.

You understand?

He's a nutter.

Can't tell me what to do, Frank.

You're not my dad.

All right.

I'll give you seventy quid.

Hundred.

Eighty.

I want a hundred.

[chuckles]

You haven't really

got the hang of this haggling thing, have ya?

All right.

I'll give you a hundred.

But you...

...have got to promise me...

...that you stay away from Kermit, all right?

Promise?

Go, then. Get out of here.

[sighs]

It's all there, Goose.

You're the one who always said 'Count it.'

Yeah, but I didn't mean with me though, did I?

What're you doing tomorrow?

Why?

Come on over, if you want.

Can't guarantee turkey will be cooked,

but it'll be clean.

I don't know.

Got things to do.

Thanks, though.

[door opening]

[door creaking, closing]

[sharp exhale]

Mutt?

Mutt?

Mo-ot?

Mutt!

[piano melody J]

You seen my dog, mate?

He's white, with a black patch.

No, I'm sorry.

Mutt!

Mutt!

dy

You lost something?

My bangle.

I must have dropped it when I was out earlier.

And I was wondering if that's it.

Can you see it?

[whoosh noise]

Ladie's lost her bangle.

A snake.

Gold.

A gold cobra.

Quiver.

Sorry?

A quiver of cobras.

A murder of crows.

[cawing]

A pomp of Pekingese.

[dogs sniffling]

A quiver of cobras...

Is that what they're really called?

I think so.

You sounded like you knew.

All these things on the tip of my brain.

Bangle.

[younger lady] What you think?

[light groan]

Ah.

Scissors...

Invented by Leonardo da Vinci.

Well, thank you for trying.

[splash]

[dramatic musical burst J]

[ethereal ambience J]

[applause]

[laughter, distant]

dy

[thud]

dy

[click]

[soft ambient rumble J]

[rising crescendo J]

[sharp exhale]

The wedding...

He gave it to you at a wedding.

- How can you-- - There's a garden...

It's your garden...

Boy comes in...

...comes in through the window...

...and he takes it.

He takes the bangle.

How could you possibly know?

[indistinct vocalization]

I don't know.

dy

[dog barking]

Mutt!

Mutt!

Mutt?

[music fades]

[door opening]

What are you doing?

That's an odd question.

You're going to work?

Yep.

Today?

There's someone I have to see before the holidays.

Henry...

I'll only be an hour or two.

Fine, I'll go on my own, then.

[Henry] Don't be like that.

I have responsibilities.

What about your responsibility to me?

To Milly?

Look, if I'm running late, I'll text.

Meet you there.

Okay?

[Henry, softly] Bye.

[door opening]

[somber piano melody J]

[door closing]

[pouring liquid]

dy

[child's laughter]

dy

[elevator bell ding]

[sigh]

[whoosh sound]

Mutt!

[dog barking]

Mutt?

Ah.

You seen my dog, Stu?

No, Goose. Sorry mate.

[dog barking]

dy

All right, young man?

I'm Anthony.

An-tony. An-tony.

I am An-toe-knee.

Anthony.

An-an-toe-knee. Anthony.

Mutt?!

[Anthony continues] An-toe-knee..

Ugh!

Aglet.

You what?

The hard bit on the end of your lace,

it's called an aglet.

This bit...

...called the glabella.

Joins your eyebrows up.

Someone, somewhere,

came up with a word for everything.

Owl's got three eyelids.

Each one's got a name.

It's not just names...

I know that Mel Blanc's tombstone says,

[dramatic inflection] "That's all, folks!"

Coke would be green

if they didn't color it brown.

And "hippopotomonstro- sesquippedaliophobia"

is the fear of long words.

Lost something?

Maybe.

My dog.

Mutt.

Yeah.

You seen him?

No, you were shouting "Mutt."

[sigh] Brilliant.

I had a dog when I was your age.

Yeah?

Or maybe I never had a dog.

There's a lot I'm not quite too sure about these days.

Like this, look...

See, I don't really feel like an Anthony.

You don't know what you're called?

No.

Other stuff seems to have got in the way.

The aglet stuff?

Yeah.

And then I saw you...

Oh, yeah.

...and it seemed like a pattern.

‘Cause you stole the bangle.

[dramatic ambience J]

She lost the bangle, you stole the bangle.

You lost a dog.

It's a pattern.

Pattern.

[dramatic music ends]

[Christmas music on radio J]

[birds chirping]

What do you want?

Mrs. Thornhill, I'm Henry Penvell;

Richard's probation officer.

There's no Richard here.

No.

[Henry] It-

Can I help you, dear?

It's your grandson, Richard...

He missed his appointment with me this morning.

Richard?

My grandson?

Oh, you mean Goose.

No one calls him Richard.

No, he's not here.

This is serious, Mrs. Thornhill.

The terms of Richard's-

The terms of Goose's supervision order

clearly state he must not miss

any of his appointments.

This really is very serious, Mrs. Thornhill.

And then he goes,

"She lost her bangle."

"And you stole it."

What do you reckon?

- Copper? - Nah.

Manchester's finest have got better things to do

than hang out with kids on Christmas Eve.

They'd get themselves arrested.

So, this bloke...

He have a name?

Yeah...

Anthony.

Though he said it wasn't.

So then, how do you know it was?

He had a name badge on.

Said, "I'm Anthony."

[laughing] Oh, no.

What?

I know him.

I bumped into that joker last night.

You know...

He did have a dog collar.

You're winding me up.

No, no, he had a dog collar around his wrist, he did!

- You serious? - Yeah.

You think he took Mutt?

[Frank] I don't know.

But I remember someone saying that...

...that there was this geezer used to knick dogs,

and then, when the owners put up reward posters,

he'd give 'em back, claim the money.

Come on, then.

We better go see.

What's with all this "we" business?

He might be a total nut job, Frank.

All the more reason for leaving well alone.

Dad would've come.

Ooh, you are a manipulative little git,

you know that?

[groan]

I was just making Goose a sandwich for his lunch.

Would you like one?

No, thank you.

Mrs. Thornhill, do you know when Goose is going to be...

Um...

Tea?

You've already asked.

[Henry] No, thanks.

Do you have any idea where Goose might be?

Went out with Mutt this morning.

Right, so you said.

He may have had an appointment...

...with his probation officer.

Thats...

That's me, remember?

He's usually back for his lunch.

I was just doing him a sandwich.

Would you like to stay?

Thanks, I- I can't, I'm afraid.

Not today.

Not a good day.

[Nan] It's not, is it?

You're not very well, are you, Mrs. Thornhill?

No.

I don't think I am.

[sigh]

Do you remember if anyone has been to see you

since the accident?

Uhm...

Anyone like me?

- Anyone like you? - Mm-hmm.

[Nan] No.

I think I'd remember someone like you.

Don't worry.

Must be hard for you...

...looking after someone like Goose.

He is a bit of a handful.

But...

In time, all things grow towards the sun.

My mother always used to say that.

[softly] Yeah.

[gentle melody J]

Frank...

You leave this to me, all right?

Oi!

[sharp whistle]

How's it going with the monkey angels, mate?

[Anthony] Yes!

Angel with a monkey's head, yes.

Don't know.

- Right... - Told ya.

You do something with his dog?

I don't think so.

So what's that on your wrist?

[Frank] You nick dogs then, do you?

Why would I do that?

For the reward.

- There's a reward? - No.

Then why would I take your dog?

And how'd you know about this bangle?

I saw him take it.

- No, you never... - Yes, I did.

How d'you mean?

[tongue click]

An Indian woman...

I touched her hand...

You have a torch.

Bangle's on the chair, you take the bangle.

Wait, rewind.

What d'you mean, you "saw" it?

I just... did.

Oh, come on, Frank.

Come here, Goose.

All right, show us then.

Give him your hand.

See if he knows what you lost.

[Anthony] Lost...

Everybody's lost something.

[dramatic music J]

[dramatic musical burst J]

[man on TV] This is a marvelous story.

I remember reading this as a boy.

[woman on TV] It was bought during the war

for sixpence.

Sixpence was a lot of money back then.

[man on TV] Well, yes, the thing is,

Raven publishing, they weren't around

for very long, and, ah,

the artist that they commissioned

to illustrate their Wilde series...

The illustrations are marvelous, aren't they?

...the artist was Walter Crane,

ah, but sadly, Raven went bankrupt

almost immediately afterwards.

- Really? - Yes, yes.

[man] Ah, so, uh...

How much is it worth?

Well, I think you'll be...

...very surprised to discover just what a first edition

of The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde

will go for, ah, at an auction today.

Ahm...

[woman] I hadn't really given it much thought.

[man] Well, in this condition,

I'd estimate it at 'round about, ah...

Well, somewhere in the region of...

Forty thousand pounds.

[incredulous gasp]

- How much? - Forty thousand.

Thank you for bringing it in.

Forty thousand pounds...

F-forty thousand... p-pounds.

Oh...

[dramatic piano melody J]

[whoosh sound]

Happy Prince, Oscar Wilde,

Forty thousand pounds.

Bloody hell.

Bloody hell.

Where is it, mate?

I've looked everywhere!

It's just a wind-up, Frank.

Everyone knows you lost that book.

Please...

Please!

[dramatic musical burst J]

[Frank, reading] High above the city,

on a tall column,

stood the statue of the Happy Prince.

He was gilded all over...

...with thin leaves of fine gold.

For eyes, he had two bright sapphires,

and a large... [overlapping reading]

...very much admired, indeed.

"He's as beautiful as a weathercock."

remarked one of the town councilors.

He's as beautiful as a weathercock.

Yes. [banging]

Australia? Bloody Australia?

What'd you expect?

You're taking my daughter

to the other side of the world forever.

Please, Frank,

I can't do this anymore.

Not anymore. Not since--

What are you sayin'? It's all my fault?

You're just like all the others.

[Frank, reading] High above the city,

on a tall column,

stood the statue of the happy Prince.

"It is not to Egypt that I am going."

said the swallow.

"I am going to the house of death.

Death is the brother of sleep.

Is it not?"

"Bring me the two most precious things in the city."

said God to one of his angels.

And the angel brought him the leaden heart

and the dead bird.

Good night, Dr. Clarence.

[dramatic music J]

[echoing reading continues]

[grunts]

Dr. Clarence?

[birds singing]

Well, he can't get many patients.

He got himself struck off. [doorbell rings]

How'd you meet him?

When he retired,

he said if someone had a heart attack in the street,

and he went to help,

he could get himself sued if he was still a doctor.

Got himself struck off and no one could touch him.

The don't come much stubborner than Dr. Clarence.

Hi.

What have you got to be so happy about?

Uh...

Was just wondering...

you didn't happen to accidentally

pick up a book of mine, did you,

from the pub a while ago?

Happy Prince?

Oscar Wilde?

Would have thought Nuts was more your thing, Frank.

Sentimental value, you know.

And it's worth forty thousand pounds.

Yeah.

Thanks.

I suppose you'd better come in.

Come on.

[door closes]

[pensive music J]

dy

Don't worry,

I'm sure Professor X will find it.

Please.

He's jokin', isn't he?

Put them there.

Mate.

So...

Oscar Wilde, yes.

I remember

I thought it looked a little unusual at the time.

Walter Crane illustrations, weren't they?

Yeah.

Now... that would be valuable.

You got it?

What makes you think I have?

Well?

Touched Frank's hand.

He said you picked it up in a pub.

Oh, were you there?

No, he saw it in his head.

Oh.

Yeah, I know.

You haven't heard of anything like it before,

have you?

Well, no.

It doesn't...

feel right.

Alas, he's completely forgotten who he is,

and everything.

Except for the stuff about...

...oWls and aglets.

Aglets?

[both] Aglets.

The hard bit on the end of your lace.

Very interesting.

Really not that interesting.

- Oy. - What?

I'd really like to know what's happening to me.

Sorry, I'm not a doctor.

Not anymore.

Oh.

But- well...

Well occasionally dreams and reality

can get a bit muddled.

You think I'm crazy.

I don't feel... crazy...

... inside.

I'm not saying you are.

It can happen to patients who've been in a coma,

as well.

It's called hypnos.

From the Greek.

Hypnos was Morpheus' father, son of--

[both] Nyx, night.

So I've been in a coma?

It's... possible.

As I say--

Yeah, and as I say,

none of this Greek mythology is getting me Mutt back.

Mutt- Mutt's his dog.

I thought it had something to do with lost things.

[sighs]

Bangles...

Books...

Dogs...

See, everyone I've met has lost something.

Except for you.

[musical sting J]

[ethereal ambience J]

[woman's voice reading parts of the letter, echoing]

[sniffs]

It's still there.

It's under the floorboards.

My book's under the floorboards?

I'm not sure I--

Leave it...

If that's what you think is best.

[creaking]

Here.

From my wife.

She said she left--

All this time...

and I thought she'd gone without a word.

[gasps]

I was so angry...

So stubborn.

Too stubborn to look for her.

Too stubborn...

to tell her how much I loved her.

To tell her she was...

[sobbing] ...everything to me.

Frank.

There is a kind of system...

it's in the hall...

...by the phone.

Thanks.

[sighs]

Who are you?

I wish I knew.

[gentle hopeful music J]

dy

So, I give back the bangle.

Then what?

You find me Mutt.

You think so?

Forty grand.

Forty beautiful grand.

You know what I'm gonna do?

- I'm gonna buy a BMW. - Seven series?

How much are they?

- 25 if you're lucky. - Sweet!

Five grand'll get me out of debt

and get me some new togs,

and that'll still leave me--

Ten grand. - Ten grand for a rainy day.

- I'd buy a big umbrella. - Yeah.

A really big umbrella.

Perfect.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means you know your mind.

So...

I'm gonna drive 'round to her place,

dressed to the nines...

No, no,

I don't wanna know what ‘dressed to the nines' means,

or where it comes from.

Take her for a posh curry,

tell her I'm out of trouble,

out of debt,

and finish with all the dodgy stuff.

And if she doesn't like that--

- She can shove it. - She can shove it. [laughs]

A man with a plan.

Sorry, mate...

What is your problem? Hm?

Don't look at me with your spooky eyes.

You're not exactly a man with a plan yourself,

are you?

Don't know who you are.

Falling asleep in a street and...

touching peoples' hands and going all mystic on them.

You're weird, you know that?

So just shut it, all right?

I didn't say anything.

No, well, she's my wife, not yours.

You didn't marry her, did you?

Don't know, can't remember.

Trust me, you didn't.

I'd have noticed.

[seagulls calling]

So what're you gonna do?

I'm gonna show her the book.

Prove I'm not a loser.

She doesn't think you're a loser.

What do you know?

She thinks you're a good father.

I saw.

[touching music J]

dy

Watch this.

What's gonna happen?

He's gonna ring the doorbell.

[doorbell rings]

Frank.

What a nice surprise.

Do you know what this is?

This is a first edition

of The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde,

illustrated by Walter Crane,

and it's worth forty thousand pounds.

And you know what I'm gonna do with it?

I'm gonna give it to you.

What?

It's for Australia.

So you can start a new life for yourselves.

Whatever you want.

Frank, are you alright?

Yeah.

Yeah, I feel fine, actually.

Forty thousand?

Are you sure this isn't one of--

It's rare.

It's really rare.

You used to read it to me.

Yeah.

All that time we were scratching' around for money,

it was right under our nose.

And you're just giving it to us to go to Australia?

Happy Christmas.

I'm gonna miss you.

Both of you.

Dad!

Come on.

Come inside.

Come inside, let's talk about this.

Just...

just give me a minute.

That's 150 quid.

It's all I got.

The bangle...

I sold it to Noel.

Now, don't let him rip you off, okay?

He only gave me 40 quid for it.

40 quid?

But you gave me a hundred.

Yeah, well...

Someone's gotta look out for you, haven't they?

Thanks.

[bus brakes squeaking]

Prepare for slime on a stick.

Here's hoping we've got enough.

Otherwise you're gonna have to dazzle him

with some fact about ducks and trousers.

I don't know any facts about ducks and trousers.

Oh...

Hang on.

Donald... Duck's... dad...

is called Quackmore Duck.

Nothing about trousers.

No.

[many clocks ticking]

Ding dong.

Um, I'll be right with you!

What do you want?

I wanna buy that bangle back.

The one Frank sold you.

I don't know anyone called Frank.

No?

No...

and I think you ought to leave.

I did say buy.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe I'll just give the cops a bell, then.

Tell them where you got that carriages clock from.

Ouf...

How dare you.

I have receipts for everything.

Not that, you don't.

Because I snagged it out of a house

on Ashford Road.

Alright.

Get out. Go on. Get out now.

Or that pocket watch.

Or that tankard.

[music box plays]

[dial tone]

[woman's voice on phone] Emergency,

which service, please?

Police.

Alright, alright.

[phone beeps]

- I sold it. - You're lying.

[stammering]

Of course...

I might new able to remember who I sold it to...

...if the price was right.

How much?

Probably all of it.

- All of it? - I think so.

There.

Good lad.

Come on, then.

Tell us.

Well, now, I sold it...

to...

a woman with some orange flowers.

That's it?

Well--

For 150 quid, that's all I get?

Well, you wanted to know.

I know who she is.

How do you know who she is?

What about this piece of crap?

This piece of crap's been very helpful.

Thank you very much.

[sighs]

[piano music J]

dy

How did you do that?

Don't know.

Must have learnt it somewhere.

Like the fascinating facts?

Suppose so. Come on.

Anyway...

You say you know who this woman is?

Yeah, I just saw her.

You saw her?

Yeah, I just saw her.

She was getting on the bus, she had the flowers.

You what?

Number 47.

It's Christmas.

She could be going anywhere.

You don't go just anywhere with a bunch of flowers.

On Christmas you do.

Not with flowers.

We'll see.

Yeah... maybe we won't.

This bus goes everywhere.

Well, haven't you ever wanted to visit everywhere?

Can I ask you a question?

That is a question.

What's it like...

to see...

to see lost things?

It's like being in a dream.

Not your dream. Someone else's dream.

You're not supposed to be there.

It's like you're an intruder.

Don't sound too nice.

No.

Can I ask you a question?

Hmm.

Why are you called Goose?

Well...

Back when I was a kid, I...

...I ran away from home.

When they found me, I said it was ‘cause I was cold.

After that, me dad called me Goose.

Said I tried to fly off for the winter.

Hmm.

Never did like being cold.

Me neither.

And who is Frank?

He's my uncle.

Well...

sort of my uncle.

Your sort-of uncle?

Him and me dad...

they were friends...

... from school in London.

And when they grew up, they both became...

...firemen.

They both became firemen.

But?

Somethin' happened.

Somethin' bad.

Frank don't really like to talk about it.

Flowers...

dy

Mom and Dad are here.

Once upon a time, there was a man called Thomas Edison.

He was afraid of the dark.

And there was a man called Walt Disney.

And he was afraid of mice.

Thomas was afraid of the dark

and he invented the light bulb.

And Walt was afraid of mice and he invented

the most famous mouse in all the world.

What do you mean?

I mean that sometimes you have to go towards

the things that make you want to run away.

Dad would have run towards anything.

Come on, then.

It's the same day.

The same day that Mom and Dad got killed.

We can't just go and ask her for the bangle.

She'd think we're nuts.

Wait here.

Why?

[musical sting J]

[ethereal ambience J]

Milly?

Milly?

Where are you, naughty little--

Milly.

Milly!

Please, please do something, help her!

Sir, step off the ice, sir. We'll take it from here.

Daddy.

It's alright, poppet.

It's alright. The nice man's come to help you. Alright?

- Sir, please. - Daddy.

Alright.

Daddy, don't go.

Sweetheart...

- What's your name? - Milly.

Milly.

That's a pretty name.

How old are you?

- Six. - Six.

Gosh, you're a big girl, aren't you?

I've got a little girl.

She's called Jemma.

Stay there, look at me. I'm coming for you.

Don't worry. Look at me.

Kid...

you gotta reach out to me.

It's all right.

It's gonna be fine.

[ice cracking]

Aah!

[crying]

- Oh, please... - Come on.

Oh, please...

[dramatic music J]

[whimpering]

Come on, come on.

Aah!

[crying] Milly.

Milly.

What are you?

Is this some sort of sick joke?

The bangle.

It wasn't Noel's to sell.

Bangle?

How do you know--

Who are you people? Have you been following me?

Yeah.

Why?

Why have you been following me?

What do you want?

It was my dad.

My dad who should have come to save Milly.

He could have saved her.

He could have saved anyone.

What the hell do you think--

I knew it was you as soon as I saw the grave.

I knew it was you.

Because...

...he's bringing everything back together.

Bringing everything together So we can make it right.

He is.

I hid my dad's car keys.

And if I didn't...

he would have gone some other way,

or something else would have happened.

But him and Mum wouldn't have died.

I didn't mean for them to die.

It's all right.

It wasn't your fault, sweetheart.

It was.

Accidents happen, they do.

I forgot to lock the gate.

I was usually so careful,

but I forgot to lock the gate.

[crying]

The bangle...

I stole it.

And I need to give it back so I can get my dog back.

Please.

Can I have it?

I've got money.

She doesn't want your money.

She got it for Milly.

She kept begging me

that she wanted a bangle for Christmas.

Her friend got one and...

And when I saw it in the window,

I just went in and bought it,

I knew she'd love it.

[sobbing]

How stupid is that?

It would be nice to believe that, though.

That there was someone who could make things right again.

I don't really imagine that he'd look quite like you.

I know I'm a crazy madwoman.

Here.

I will give it to her.

I promise.

It's good that there's someone who thinks

there could be a little magic around at Christmas.

Stop!

Helen...

I don't know what sort of sob story

this little delinquent's been telling you,

but I guarantee you,

whatever it is, it isn't true.

Mr. Penvell.

Henry.

Do you know--

How do you know Mr. Penvell?

This...

this is who I was supposed to be seeing this morning.

Surprise surprise.

He didn't show up.

I lost Mutt.

I had to get him back.

Is that the best you can do?

What's that?

Give it to me.

Henry, don't talk to me like a child.

Now, maybe you do know...

Goose.

I- I'm sure you do know... Goose.

But have you ever actually listened

to what he has to say?

Helen, Helen.

I speak with him on a weekly basis.

Well, yes, I'm sure you do speak with him,

but have you ever actually listened to him?

I'm not going to have this conversation

in front of an offender.

Okay?

Now, give me that.

Hmm?

[gasps]

You're coming with me you little bastard.

Henry! Henry, he's just a child!

A child who's parents died.

Helen, really?

Really?

I deal with these people all the time.

These people?

Have you always been like this?

So full of bile?

- Or is this just since-- - Don't!

Don't what?

Don't mention our daughter?

Don't mention Milly?

Milly.

I haven't got time for this.

Aah!

[dramatic music J]

dy

I've never known it snow here at Christmas.

I have.

You have?

Yes.

And I think I know where all this ends.

Where it all ends?

Yeah.

[Henry] Charles?

Coming?

Hi, it's Henry Penvell.

Yes, I'm sorry to inform you,

uh... I appreciate that it's Christmas Eve.

Listen, I've had my, uh... [Henry's voice fades]

Yes.

Please. I'd like that.

I'd like that very much.

dy

Nan!

Richard.

You're probation officer called.

Can we have a word?

Come on, hey!

Alright, Richard, where were you this morning?

Why do you need to know?

Empty your pockets.

He's a good boy, really.

Don't worry, Mrs. Thornhill.

We all want what's best for Richard.

Goose.

He's called Goose.

For... Goose.

Yes.

The kettle has just boiled.

I'm gonna make us a cup of tea.

That'd be nice.

There's a lady from social services comin' in a bit.

With a doctor.

Is someone sick?

The doctor just needs a little chat with you,

that's all.

With me?

[officer in the hall] I need you to empty your pockets.

I hate doctors. [laughs]

Empty 'em before I do it for you!

Will you excuse me a moment?

You alright?

Yeah, it's fine.

Come on, lad.

Empty your pockets.

That's a lot of money.

Where'd you get this from?

A friend gave it to me.

Carry on.

That's it.

It is.

Oh...

Alright, I'll do it myself.

Alright, alright.

Oy!

A friend give you this too, as well?

It's... it's to get...

You wouldn't understand.

Try us.

Okay.

Yeah.

I did steal it.

But I wan an give it back.

[laughs]

10 out of 10 for originality.

Try that on the magistrate.

Excuse me.

Anyone for battenburg?

[overlapping voices]

You alright, mate?

[woman] Oy, officer, do you want some mince pie?

[woman] Merry Christmas.

There.

Quick.

Get him!

Oy.

Richard.

Come on!

Ho ho ho.

This one.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Deja... something.

[doorbell rings]

[door opens]

You?

You got it?

The boy who stole it is bringing it back.

You were right, though.

I remembered.

I didn't drop it.

I left it on my chair.

Come. Come in.

There are lights.

How did you know?

[dramatic music J]

dy

I put them in for Diwali,

but they looked so good, I kept them in for Christmas.

This is where it ends.

[grunts]

I'm sorry.

I really am.

I can see you are.

Thank you.

Shiva.

The cobra.

People think he is the god of destruction.

But he isn't.

Shiva...

just knows that sometimes you have to destroy...

to begin again.

To make the world a better place.

But... but I don't want to begin again.

Not without my Mom and Dad.

And the world's not a better place with me in it.

It's worse.

Because if it wasn't for me, they--

they'd still be alive.

Now give me back my dog.

I gave it back, now tell me where Mutt is,

It's what you said!

Is it?

You're just saying that because you can.

‘Cause there is no magic.

‘Cause you're a nutter, and I'm going into care.

You're right.

Dogs run away, and get knocked over.

You're right.

Moms and Dads die.

And children die.

And then...

then it's just us.

And we're all alone.

And the lost things stay lost.

But maybe if you do the right thing,

someone somewhere gives you a second chance.

Give me your hand.

It's just a trick.

Give me your hand.

A stupid trick.

I saw you. You can do tricks.

Goose.

Trust me.

Trust yourself.

You see, I've remembered my name.

l... I don't understand.

You will.

[dramatic music J]

dy

[coughing]

Many years from now...

in the shadows far below the city...

amongst the forgotten and the lost...

lived a man.

He was a conjurer and a clown.

[car horn honking]

Cars honk in the key of F, you know that?

A thief and a villain. [police sirens]

[whistling]

But when the people of the town

stopped to watch his show,

he never let them see beneath the mask.

That life had taken from him...

bit by bit...

piece by piece...

everything.

Your first night out?

Lost me job today.

Mum threw me out...

said I was a waste of space.

Slime on dirt.

And some nights,

he'd sit and think back to where he'd come from.

Before every room had four grey walls and bars.

[door slamming]

When he had a different life.

When he had a different name.

The name his father gave him when he was a child.

The name his father gave him...

because he didn't like the cold.

His real name...

[distant voice] Goose.

[taunting] Goosey goosey gander.

Goose.

Goosey goosey gander.

Goose.

Goosey goosey gander.

Goose.

Goosey goosey gander.

Goose.

Goosey goosey gander.

[door slams]

Give me your jacket.

You sure?

Anthony.

Richie.

Richard.

And really, this man's story

should have ended one freezing night,

as the snow began to fall.

Except this man...

this conjurer...

performed one last trick.

He stole himself a second chance...

with a simple act of human kindness.

[wind blowing]

Hey.

Mate.

Richard.

I know who I am. [dog barking]

I'm Goose.

[barking]

[piano music J]

dy

Am I dreaming?

Maybe...

You're not here.

Are you?

[barking]

We were gonna hide him 'til tomorrow, but...

he didn't wanna go along with the plan, did you?

Happy Christmas, sweetheart.

Mutt.

What, you've got a name for him already?

Yeah.

Mutt.

He's called Mutt.

Well, hey there, Mutt.

Should we take him out?

Yeah.

Come on, then.

Get some clothes on.

[phone rings]

Paul?

Honey, have you seen my keys?

No, sorry.

Well, I can't find 'em anywhere.

Where are they?

Goose, mate, have you seen--

See ya later, Dad.

See ya later.

[Christmas music on the radio J]

♪ Snow is driftin' gently down ♪

♪ Fallin' all around ♪

dy

Water rescue unit acquired.

Daddy.

It's alright, poppet.

Do something, help her!

Sir, sir, you can step off the ice now,

I'll take over from here, Sir.

It's alright, poppet.

The nice man's come to help you, alright?

- Sir, please. - All right.

Thank you, sir.

[ice cracking]

Stay still.

Stay stil.

[ice cracking]

Aah!

Mate!

Milly.

♪ It's a perfect Christmas ♪

Thank you, thank you so much.

♪ It's a perfect Christmas ♪

♪ A perfect Christmastime is here ♪

♪ Snow is driftin' gently down ♪

♪ Falling all around ♪

♪ So raise your glass ♪

♪ Spread good cheer ♪

♪ With open arms ♪

♪ everyone ♪

♪ Wishin' you ♪

♪ your dreams come true tonight ♪

dy

dy