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Every year, the magic sparks again.

But what do we mean when we say
"home for Christmas"?

Are we yearning for an accustomed door,

a familiar fire,

a roof that has sheltered us for years?

Or is it the scent
of something that we yearn for

as the year turns, saying,
"There it is again!

"There's the thing that says it all"?

Home. The past.

Our childhood revisited.

All our memories made tangible again.

Hello?

Is that you, Reggie?

I'm coming home soon, Mum.

Is everything all ready?

The tree's up,
the presents are wrapped,

and I'm judging a mince pie
competition tomorrow.

I'm going to bring
the ones that win first prize

home for you.

Mum...!

I hate mince pies!

I never eat mince pies.

It's all right, I know the drill.

By the time you get home,

there will be two dozen
shortbread Santas

waiting for you.

I'm putting Fred on because
he needs to talk to you

about your travel arrangements.

It's all right, Reg.

I got your postcard with
the time of the coach

and everything. Mum's just fussing.

Has she gone?

I've got her a brilliant present.

What is it?

Christmas roses, in a pot. I grew them.

That's clever. How do you
look after Christmas roses?

Feed them. Water them.

Keep them warm.

Really, you just love them.

Well, they're in good hands, then.

I'll see you at the coach station.

Oh, be careful, Nurse Crane!

Mine are made with all-butter
pastry, and they're very delicate.

You'll be all right with
mine and Rosalind's.

They're that solid,

you could jump on them
and not leave any footprints.

Are we Fanny Cradock impersonators,
or are we midwives?

No, Fred, no!

The mince pie competition is sponsored

by Violet Buckle Haberdasher.

The Christmas tree is sponsored by
the Lady Haberdasher's Guild.

Well, doesn't that mean you?

They both mean me.

I'm not stopping today,

but I just dropped by with
my entry for the competition.

Oh, Mrs Turner, just look at
the sheen on that shortcrust!

I'm hoping I've finally perfected
my egg-white glaze.

Well, we'll have to see
what the judges make of it.

I know you're always
completely impartial.

- And so is Dr Turner.
- Mmm.

Are you ready to go, Fred?

Sleigh's all packed up.

I've just got to put
some petrol in my reindeer!

Are you quite sure you're fully
recovered, Nurse Clifford?

It's a terribly busy clinic today.

Joyce and I are already back
and firing on all cylinders.

It was only the flu,

and it's not as though
we're old or anything.

This Hong Kong strain
really is extremely virulent,

even if the epidemic is supposed
to be coming to an end.

The staff at St Cuthbert's
are going down like ninepins.

When I went in to see Teddy last night,

Matron was reading the riot act.

Oh, how was poor Teddy?

Tucking into jelly and ice cream
like a professional.

No-one ever died of an adenoidectomy.

They do die of flu, though.

The sooner you get him home,
the better.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven, six,

five, four,

three, two, one...

Ho-ho-ho!

Yay!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

- That's Fred!
- Sh.

He's just one of his helpers.

All right, so, nurses, doctors,
boys and girls,

who wants to be the first
to pick a present?

Me! Me! Me!

Please pick me!

The landlord tells us you rented
this as a fully furnished property.

Yeah, we did. But that little
footstool is my grandma's.

That's a girl.
Don't you let them see you cry.

Won't give them the satisfaction.

Those are my children's clothes!

They aren't to blame for any of this.

If you're going to throw them
out their home,

you might at least show them
some dignity.

We're acting under instruction
from your creditors.

Is this your television, sir?

Yes!

No. It's on HP, but we didn't
keep up the payments.

Are you some sort of animal?

This isn't the only job we've got
to do today.

I'll need your keys,
if you'll be so kind.

A few bits for you.

Have you got somewhere to go, love?

It's a bit make do and mend.

We just have to start again.

You look after all them girls of yours.

Family's riches.

Remember that.

I will.

Right, young miss!

What's your name?

- Karen.
- Hmm.

What do you want me to bring
you on Christmas Eve, Karen?

I don't mind,
as long as it's wrapped up.

Wrapped up?

You mean with all spangly
paper and a bow?

Yes.

Hmm...

I'll have a word with the elves
in the workshop.

Any particular colour bow?

Red.

Hmm.

I reckon they've been saving
the red bows for the big day.

Have a rummage in there
and see what you can find.

I'm going to ask
if I can have a guinea pig.

Good morning.

Have a treacle toffee and take a seat.

Please don't offer me a treacle toffee.

All I want is to see
a midwife or a doctor.

The problem is with your
episiotomy stitches, Lesley.

They've become badly infected.

Mum said they shouldn't have
sent me home with them in.

It's not so much St Cuthbert's
sent you home,

as they didn't tell us
they'd sent you home.

And after just four days.

You haven't been properly looked after,

and we're going to put that right.

We can treat the infection
with a course of antibiotics.

But first, I'm going to get rid
of these stitches, now.

It's all right.

This is it.

This?

I'm sorry.

Come on.

Look! It's a fair!

It must have come for Christmas!

May, we're supposed to go
straight to Nonnatus House.

Not long to go, girls.

We're opening tomorrow.

Have you got a favourite ride?

We're not supposed to talk
to strangers.

I'd better not lead you astray, then.

I'm allowed because I'm the oldest.

She isn't. Our brother Timothy is.

Have some leaflets. Take them
home to your mum and dad.

Everything's half price before 6.30.

Thank you. Bye!

Penny for them?

Just two lovely little girls,
that's all.

Sisters.

I don't know what's
gone on in their house

because one of them's Chinese
and the other one isn't.

Did they start to
make you want a girl again?

It's boy, girl, boy, girl...!

You're meant to tell people
you don't mind what you have,

as long as it's healthy.

But what I really want
to tell people is,

I don't mind, as long as it's happy.

And first prize,

a basket of sewing silks,

goes to...

..Mrs Shelagh Turner.

Collected in absentia

by Dr Turner, one of our judges.

And runner-up is...

..Mrs Sandra Okwe!

And...

..Mrs Maria Santopolous
receives Highly Commended

for her very innovative use
of flaky pastry.

Hmm.

Ooh!

I'm perfectly aware
of why I didn't win.

The mincemeat, it wasn't home-made,

and I had to fall back on shop-bought.

Don't look to me to have
your disparagement affirmed.

I deem them perfectly acceptable.

We've been so busy,
I got behind with my preserves.

I'm supposed to be making
chutney for the Order

to give as Christmas presents,

and that's all fallen
by the wayside too.

Would you come to my office,
Nurse Highland?

Of course, Sister.

St Cuthbert's is now so short-staffed

they have asked us to supply a midwife

on secondment for two weeks.

I suggested you to them,
and they were delighted.

I would be delighted,

but I'm afraid my papers
aren't properly in order.

I have made my own enquiries,

and I have been assured
that nothing that happened

with regard to your marriage
has undermined your legal status

or your nursing registration.

I do intend to pursue a divorce.

In the new year, I will introduce
you to a suitable solicitor.

For now, go and represent us
at St Cuthbert's.

Hello, love.

Where did you get that from?

Father Christmas came,
and we had a party.

Love...

This is Karen Louise Shaughnessy,

aged nine years, six months.
Principal cardiac lesion

is ventricular septal defect,
colloquially known as...?

..hole in the heart.

Excuse me. We usually see Dr Mackerton.

Dr Mackerton did his rounds
earlier this afternoon.

Weren't you here?

I was tied up. We were moving house.

Moving house?

I-It's a bit of a story, love.

It sounds as though you're
in for an adventure, Karen.

According to Dr Mackerton's notes,
she's going home tomorrow.

Are you all settled in?
Mind your hands.

Ooh!

All right?

All right, Mitch.

I wish we could settle
on a name before it's born.

I heard of a baby called Skye once.

That'd be nice.
It would make me think of this.

I knew a Scottish terrier called Skye!

How about Star, then?

It might grow up
to be really ordinary, Alma,

and then we've saddled it to
something it can't live up to.

My name was picked
by a hospital cleaner

because my mum couldn't cope
when she saw the colour of my skin,

handed me over to Welfare.

There will never be anything
ordinary about this baby,

because it was wanted.

We can call it Star, Skye,

or Moon

or Snow or Sunshine.

We can call it whatever we like.

Rose. Or Willow.

Or Rain. Or...

..Richard.

Richard?

It's just a nice name.

Are you all right?

I don't know.

Ohh.

Why are you crying?

We're going home tomorrow.

It's Christmassy here.

I can assure you, I myself received
no notification that Lesley Abingdon

had been discharged.

Is it possible
your Rolodex has let you down?

My Rolodex has not let me down!

The National Health
has let its patients down!

We will go through all due dates,

delivery, admission
and discharge notifications

available to us together.

And those which are not
available, I shall pursue.

Roger Noble. We spoke on the phone.

You must be Miss Higgins.

I'm guilty of many things,
I promise you, but not that.

She's not in till later.

Miss Higgins said
the doctor couldn't see me

before Christmas,
but I thought I'd come down

and have another go.

What are you after, then?

Sick note, blood test, antibiotics,

or something lurid
you have no intention

of discussing at the desk?

I'm a tranquillizer salesman.

Oh, well, we could all do
with some of them.

Tomorrow, at 10am?

I've copied her writing.

I reckon even she'll be convinced!

Thanks.

Maybe we should go.
We've been here ages.

And you've been having pains
all night. Nurse!

Are you not feeling too good, honey?

Let's make you more comfortable.

You're all up-to-date
with the Advent calendar.

Get back on the settee
and under that blanket.

Girls! Your sandwiches
are on the table.

Why can't we have spaghetti on toast?

Because there's only one tin,
and Teddy's still convalescing.

Four prisoners have escaped
from HMP Calder in Lancashire.

The breakout took place in
the early hours of this morning.

All the men are considered to be
dangerous and may now be armed.

A manhunt is under way
across the breadth of Britain.

Two of the suspects have ties
to the London area,

the others to Bristol
and Glasgow respectively.

Police have warned
members of the public

that the escaped prisoners
should not be approached

under any circumstances

and that they should be
vigilant at all times.

What does vigilant mean?

It means you are not walking
anywhere unsupervised ever again!

It smells funny.

And my chest hurts.

It's just them stairs, Karen.

And your heart.

Come on, have a lie down.

Is this where we live now?

Now, but not forever.

There isn't a cot for the baby.

The baby isn't born yet.

We'll sort something out.

Karen, I lived in some funny
old places when I was a little girl.

But I used to play this game

called Everything
Is Really Something Else.

A game where you need
a board and counters?

No. All you need is words.

You say, "This room is really
a cabin on a ship.

"This cup of water is really
a silver goblet

"full of hot blackcurrant juice."

Then, when you close your eyes...

..you can feel the ship
swaying on the sea,

and feel the drink warming your belly,

as real as anything you like.

We live at the top of a tower
made of pearls and glass,

and this coat is a velvet eiderdown.

That's my girl.

Shall I put this on the mantelpiece?

I'll need to see you at the surgery

once you've finished those antibiotics,

but everything's going
in the right direction.

And not before time.
I shall be calling in daily

until we get Master Anthony's
weight back up.

Thank you, Doctor.

- And have a happy Christmas.
- You too.

Doctor!

My mum put a piece of that
sherry log in tinfoil for you.

Mrs Abingdon, do you know
who lives in this flat?

It's an old lady,
keeps herself to herself.

I thought I had till New Year.

I thought I'd be able to get home

to Kent, where we live, and get
to the cottage hospital.

They had flowery curtains there.

This isn't what I wanted.

I think what you really want
is not to feel scared.

Now, I can't help
with the flowery curtains,

but I can help you with that.

I'll be back in two ticks.

Alma?

I just wanted to get off the bed.

Can you get back onto it?

No...!

So, Mother knows best.

You stay right where you are.

The lady's no longer alive.

I think the flies are from
the ham on the table.

But bless her, she has
been dead for a couple of days.

I think we can guess what's
happened here. Hong Kong flu.

Knocked off her feet,
and nobody looking in on her.

There's always somebody
beyond our reach, isn't there?

We try.

Please...

Please, can't you just pull it out?

You don't need anyone
interfering, Alma.

You've got the strength
to do this all on your own.

- I haven't.
- Yes, you have.

You have, honey. Now, come on.

Come on, you've given us half a head.

This time, I want all of it.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Yes! We have the whole baby!

It's out?

It's absolutely out, and it's a boy.

I want him. Please, I want him.

Hello.

I'm your mum.

Thank you for coming
in time for Christmas.

He looks like his dad.

Gertrude Torrance.

Born 1899.

The coroner will have to
determine the cause of death.

Could you put this rent book
back on the sideboard?

There must be a next of kin somewhere.

7lb 2oz, is that good?

7lb, that's the average,

so 2oz higher than that.

When I was at school, I would have
killed to be called average.

I was always marked weak or poor.

He's doing better than me already.

Would you like free tickets
to the fair?

I've got some in my jacket. I can...

That's kind, but the hospital
don't allow us to accept gifts.

Well, I'll leave your name at the gate.

You can take all your friends.
Take everyone you know.

He looks like his mum.

The moment I heard there was a
clearing-out sale at Ealing Studios,

I hotfooted over
to see what I could retrieve

for the Nonnatus dressing-up box.

Oh, well, this will all come in
very handy

for the community carol service.

It's actually being billed
as the People Of Poplar Carols.

Traditional, but not religious.

There's going to be
roast chestnuts on a brazier.

Oh, I could kill for the chance
to warm my hands on a brazier.

House-sitting for my sister has
rather lost its charm

since the communal hot water
and heating broke down.

Trixie isn't going to like that
when she comes to visit.

She shampoos her hair every night.

But, Mr Franklin, you must come
and lodge with us again,

if you are inconvenienced.

I may take you up on that.

There was actually ice
on my flannel this morning.

No, Mr Leadbetter,

I'm afraid I didn't pick up
the deceased lady's dentures.

I would have expected one of
your gentlemen undertakers to do it.

It seems a somewhat
unfortunate omission.

I shall go to the flats
and confer with the janitor.

Thank you very much.

One of the four escaped prisoners

from HMP Calder in Lancashire
has been apprehended

by police near Bristol,
an area to which he had connections.

Anthony Belgarno, aged 39...

- Sister Monica Joan?
- ..a convicted bank robber...

We encourage sociable
activities during recreation.

There are felons at large,
and we are all imperilled.

Names may need to be added
to the prayer list.

A police officer sustained injuries

that are not thought to be
life-threatening.

Ask another question.

Er, will I be rich when I grow up?

No.

I'd better stop betting
on the horses, then!

Here's a good one.

Will Geoffrey ever get married?

Maybe.

Better than a flat denial, I suppose.

I reckon it's Hong Kong flu.

I'll go out tomorrow
and I'll get you some aspirin.

Save your money.

I'll be fine. I'm fine.

Come on.

It's time to blow them candles out.

It's funny, having no electric.

There's carols down
the war memorial tomorrow.

It's not too far for you to walk.

Why don't you go and take Suzy?

Will it cost anything?

Nah. And it'll be really Christmassy.

The dentures were in the bathroom.

Ah.

She seems to have been
a respectable woman.

Neat, clean.

I can't leave her smalls soaking
for the council to find

when they come to clear the flat out.

I shall take them back
to Nonnatus House

and wash them in the new machine.

She'll need to be dressed
decently for burial,

pauper's funeral or not.

Phyllis.

What's a pauper's funeral like?

Plain.

Bare.

Not done without dignity,

but when there's no flowers,

no mourners,

what you wonder is,

what does life amount to

when there's no love at the end of it?

I thought the girls
would say they're too big

for a merry-go-round.

And that Teddy would say
it's a girls' ride.

Teddy can't say anything with that
scarf wrapped round his mouth.

He's recovering from surgery,

and there are a lot of germs about.

They're still children, aren't they?

Sometimes I dread the day
when they won't be any more.

Timothy's no longer a child,
but he's still our child.

I can't believe he won't be here

to open his presents
on Christmas morning.

He'll be working on the wards.

It's a dream come true for him.

And the presents will keep
until he gets home.

I'm sorry.

Please don't say anything.

I don't want to make you break
the Great Silence.

I carry silence within me.

It can be accessed at all times

and committed to every purpose.

Like prayer...

its cousin.

I wish I was better at praying.

Likewise.

But there is only one examiner,

and he does not give us marks.

What or whom

did you come in here to pray for?

Just a woman who died alone.

If this is the lady

who required a reunion
with her dentures...

..you may leave her soul to me.

You must rest.

Oh, my goodness!

Patrick! He needs to leave that on!

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

Oh!

Hello?

Mind Nigel's paws on those splinters.

I haven't seen this much smashed
glass since the train crash.

What's happened, Fred?

Oh, broken into overnight.
Same over the way.

Has much been taken?

Fags, matches,

three packets of custard creams.

And one of the Christmas Club boxes.

Oh, no.

Apart from the coconut on the top,
it's mostly tins.

He ain't going to get much joy
out of if it

unless he's got a can-opener.

Morning.

Morning.

Oh! Two hours, it's taken...

..With robbers on the loose.

It's a good job that
no-one's being held at gunpoint.

Tell me if you need a hand later.

All right, sir? Can you tell me
what happened?

Pastor Robinson?

We need to talk about the choir
and the People Of Poplar Carols.

Oh, forgive me, you're
reading your letter.

With a Jamaican stamp on it.

Yes.

It is from Lucille.

May the Lord shine his face upon her.

What she say?

Nothing.

She's sweet, she's courteous,

she's enjoying her job,

and she says nothing.

I feel like Churchill
when he had all his planes

in the air
during the Battle of Britain.

I'm sorry, lass,
we're that short-staffed,

the only way you'll get through
this district list on your own

is if you pack an egg sandwich
and eat luncheon on the hop.

- She'd better take something milky in a Thermos.
- Hmm.

I'll get it.

And I'd better put you
on the midwifery call board

after Sister Julienne.

We don't do it often, but needs must.

Nonnatus House, midwife speaking.

It's Miss Higgins at the surgery.

Apologies, one moment, please.

Morning, Miss Higgins.

Good morning, Doctor. As you can
see, we're rather busy today.

Nurse Clifford,
we require reinforcements.

Look, I've done separate sections

for the different types of scrap metal.

Old keys, brass plugs,

toy cars.

That's not fair!
All the toy cars are mine!

I'm not going to let you join in
with the Blue Peter appeal at all

if you don't stop squabbling about it.

But it's to buy a minibus
so old people can have treats.

I'm not feeling particularly
youthful myself this morning,

and my idea of a treat is
that you all go upstairs,

get dressed, and then come down
and clean out Petula's hutch.

But I just had my "aganoise" out.

I think you're going to be
a textbook case, Mrs Ali.

My mother-in-law delivered
my first baby,

at home in Sylhet.

I think she believes
she will deliver this one too.

By the time she gets back

from dropping the children off
with your sister,

I think she'll be too late.

Baby's lined himself up very nicely.

He clearly knows the drill.

A lady in the market yesterday said,

"I can see what you're getting
for Christmas."

And I was perplexed,
because I'm not Christian.

Then I saw that she meant this.

It's all cause for celebration,
one way and another.

I would like you
to just keep sipping water,

your mouth looks a little dry.

I am not good at drinking.

I'm always busy.

It's time for you
to look after yourself.

And I'll look after you.

Roger Noble.

Winton Daymont Pharmaceuticals.

I made an appointment yesterday
to meet with Dr Turner.

At ten o'clock.

You must be mistaken. Ten o'clock
falls during surgery hours.

I spoke to one of the nurses.

She had, I think, a Cork accent.

Well, that will have been
Nurse Corrigan,

who does not have
a secretarial mandate.

Now, Doctor will see you
at his convenience,

and you may stand over there
until a seat becomes available.

Afira...

Afira! Afira.

Just rest, rest now,
before the next pain.

You are doing the most
beautiful work imaginable,

and baby will be with us very soon.

- It is coming too fast!
- No, no, no.

It is coming quickly and easily.

Just take this chance to breathe.

Push now. Push now. Just a little one.

Just a little one.

Success!

And you have a little girl!

Boys, I have already.

Oh, she's a bonny thing!

There we are, Baby.

Oh!

We meet again.

In even more glamorous circumstances.

It wasn't me. It was a wee fella.

The minute I sat down next to him,

he parted company with his breakfast.

He's decorated the floor
in the toilet now, and all.

Do you want me to do your toecaps?

I think they got a bit splashed.

It's just as well
I didn't come in Hush Puppies.

I'll sort out this drawsheet

while you have a cuddle
with young miss.

What's happening?

Hold her tight, Afira.

Afira... Afira, all will be well.

I will die.

No. No, no. That is not the case.

You can see your face in that now.

It's all part of the service.

Why not read some leaflets
while you're waiting?

People Of Poplar Carols?

I like the sound of that.

Dr Turner to Afira Ali in
the delivery room. Urgently.

And we need the flying squad.

Nurse Corrigan, telephone.

I'll be right with you.

She's in good hands.

Syntometrine already administered.

I think it's stemmed the bleeding,
but she's unresponsive.

She's going into shock.

I had concerns that she was dehydrated.

We need to raise her legs by 12 inches

and administer fluid rectally.

Take her to the nursery.

Oh, wait, Mrs Bibi...

You have a little
granddaughter, Mrs Bibi.

What of her mother?

Doctor's with her.

The bleeding may have stopped,

but without sufficient fluid
in the system, her heart will fail.

Fluid going in.

It's working.

Her blood pressure's going back up

and her pulse is reducing
and becoming stronger.

Is this the patient?

Atonic haemorrhage.

Placenta complete.
Vital signs improving.

And prayers answered.

Sister, what happened to Baby Curran...

the one whose parents work
at a funfair?

Mother and Dad have taken him home...

..to what sounds like
a comfortable billet in Kent.

He's barely two days old.

It's a new policy,
for when we're pushed for beds.

Sister Monica Joan,
whatever has occurred?

Are you still here?

I don't think you'll be seeing
Dr Turner today.

He's been dealing with a haemorrhage.

Talk about paint the town red.

My mop's been working overtime.

Well, you did a grand job
on that toilet floor.

Do they ever give you time off
for good behaviour?

They would, if I was well-behaved.

If you're good and they let you loose,

would you come out with me?

Things are a bit busy
because it's Christmas.

Carol singing and extra duties...

You know what it's like.

Yes.

It's all right.

I'll see you around.

You can't just waltz
into a funeral parlour

and offer bed and board
to one of their clients.

Quite apart from anything else,

Gertrude Torrance may have had
her own opinions

on where her remains should lie.

She may also have had her own opinion

as to who should launder
her small clothes.

And retrieve her teeth.

But she died alone.

And she deserves to be
accompanied to her grave.

Well, I suppose it is Christmas.

It is Advent, a time of darkness.

And who is there to bring light
into that shade but we?

Is it really all free?

Grateful patients is one of the
perks of a career in health care.

I mean, I've never had
fairground vouchers

for osteopathy, but, uh,
but one lives in hope.

What's it going to be, honey?

Ferris wheel, mini planes,
then helter-skelter.

No, no, no. Mini planes, helter-skelter

then Ferris wheel.

Then I want to go on the shooting range

and win a new goldfish.

Hmm. Dare I ask what
happened to the old goldfish?

He got a sort of funny fungus
on him and died.

Does anyone fancy a toffee apple?

Oh... Go and get them.

We will be on the mini planes.

I'm awfully sorry,
but these are quite sticky.

I think I should have taken
my mittens off.

You looked quite pensive
standing there.

The first time I ever went to the fair

was the first time
Colette went to the fair.

I took her.

And feeling her little hand
in mine made me

feel like a child again myself...

..and as old as the hills.

I suppose you must want her to have
all the things you never had.

Yeah. All of that.

And I want her to have all
the things she hasn't got now.

That WE haven't got now, come to that.

Maybe, when I look at her up there...

..I realise how alone we really are.

I hope this is going to fit him.

He's a lanky lad, is Harry,

and he looked to me
like he's still growing.

His mother measured him
before she left Liverpool

to return to Delhi.

Victor's estate was demanding
her attention.

We make an odd little family...

..but one way or another,
we're bound together now.

Hmm.

And Harry's coming to me for Christmas.

You could smile
if you want to, Millicent.

Bittersweet it may be,

but you've got a grandson now,
and that's a gift.

Furthermore, this jumper's
going to suit him.

I should have nicked one
wi' a pineapple on it

instead of a coconut.

It's like it's made of solid marble.

You're not cut out for life on the run.

If I hadn't had the foresight
to nick a tin-opener

from the ironmonger,
you'd have starved to death.

You're serious about
the sub-post office, aren't you?

We're in a serious situation.

Belgarno's banged up again,
charged with grievous.

Smigger turned himself in.
They knew where we were heading.

We had reason to head this way.

Did us no ruddy good, though, did it?

My Astrid's legged it,

and no-one was waiting for you either.

We need to disappear, Jock,
and that costs money.

I don't do shooters, Stan.

I never would. You know that.

And you ended up doing
seven sodding years anyway.

I just need you as a lookout,
then we can split and move on.

If we want to have that choice,
then we've no choice.

Go on, make yourself a pina colada!

Do you want a hot-water bottle
to take up with you?

Yes.

♪ O Key of David

♪ And Sceptre of the House of Israel

♪ Who openeth and no man shutteth

♪ Who shutteth and no man openeth... ♪

I'd imagined a sort of looped effect

with double swags.

Sister, what we need to establish is,

is this Selfridges' Christmas window,

or the front porch of a convent?

Furthermore, the plug
has to reach the mains.

Fred!

Fred!

I fetched you some firelighters
from the shop.

Oh, thanks, Vi.

This coal's that wet, it's like
they dug it out the Thames.

Well, just get it going.
You're already late setting off

to collect Reggie.

Ohh! I plugged the lights in
as suggested,

and they just went bang. Ohh.

He doesn't seem very interested, Sid.

Do you think I'm doing it right?

Yeah. We're all still learning.

I love him all in white.

His skin's going a lovely
creamy-gold colour.

You hear about newborns
crying and crying,

but he never does. Do you, Richard?

Richard Rain Moon Willow
Starshine Curran.

The only middle name he needs
is Sidney.

Thanks for staying here, with me.

It just feels right.

I want us to be together
while he's still so new.

Is that twitching?

Is he shivering?

No.

He's lovely and warm.

- Neil Betteridge?
- Yes.

- Kevin Muscatelli?
- Yes.

- Ahmed Mohammed?
- Yes.

- Patsy Brown.
- Yes.

- Patricia Alexander.
- Yes.

- Matthew Carter?
- Yes.

Mrs Turner! We have been
waiting for the hymn sheets.

There seems to be something
happening on the Commercial Road.

The police have blocked off
Salerno Street.

We have lanterns, and candles
are still a possibility.

The Victorians managed perfectly
well without fairy lights.

Geoffrey!

Sis!

- Mwah!
- Oh!

I hope you've laid this all on for me

cos I would have happily walked
from Portofino

if I'd have known what was waiting!

Trixie! Welcome home!

Ohh! Let there be light, indeed!

Fred, have you seen the time?

Hurry up! Reggie will be waiting.

Over there, dear,
if you're going to the carols.

You forgot Reggie's sandwich!

You know he's always starving
when he gets off the coach.

Did you actually go
to Portofino for three days,

or were you in Milan for a month
buying out the couture collection?

I'll have you know understated elegance

has become my watchword
since I've been living in New York.

Every garment I could possibly
require for this entire trip

has been packed into a mere two cases.

Hmm, which is just as well,

since far away,
in a superior part of London,

your cashmere sweaters are all
bristling with icicles.

Oh, by the way, you're in the attic.

Why am I in the attic?

Because I got the guest room

as a gesture of thanks
from Sister Veronica.

I'm going to help her with her chutney.

Ohh!

Is someone coming to meet you?

Yes.

♪ O little town of Bethlehem

♪ How still we see thee lie

♪ Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

♪ The silent stars go by

♪ Yet in the dark streets shining

♪ The everlasting light

♪ The hopes and fears of all the years

♪ Are met in thee tonight. ♪

I'm sorry, sir, but you'll
have to be patient.

What's happening?

There's been an armed raid
on a sub-post office.

One man's already been arrested
and one is still at large.

♪ ..Where meek souls

♪ Will receive him still

♪ The dear Christ enters in. ♪

Mum?

Guess who?

Hello?

Guess who?

Is this Poplar?

No, mate. Poplar's miles away.

Reggie?

Oh, no.

No!

Reggie!

Nancy, please...

I'm working.

Karen?

You must tell me what is happening.

How are Alma and the baby?

Oh, I just left them
all tucked up in the caravan.

You won't grow big and strong
if you don't drink your milk.

What postbox did you put
the Blue Peter parcel in?

I need to report a missing person.

Oh, Violet.

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