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Good night, sweet heart.

All my prayers are for you. Good night, sweet

heart. I'll be watching over you.

Tears and parting may make us alone.

But with the dawn, a new day will come.

Go on, Gary, be a mate. Just a tenner. You don't need a mate.

You just need a mobile cash point that likes a drink.

Gary, in all the years I've known you, I've been lots of different things for

you. So?

So be a mobile cash point for me.

No.

Do you think Yvonne could spare a few more quid?

If you can get to see her, yeah.

The only way I see her now is when I turn on the news and watch her handing

a cheque to children in need or age concerned.

Well, what about Weecroft in need?

Oh, let's face it, I'm going to have to sell my body.

Yeah, well, do yourself a favour and sell it by the kilo. You'll get more for

it.

Thank you.

Anyway, I thought your main expense had left the country.

Didn't you say Flick -whatsit was wintering on her daddy's plantation?

What's it called?

Barbados.

Which means I'll be having Christmas alone.

Although I was rather hoping that a certain rich couple would invite me

feed on the crumbs from their table.

Oh, if you're talking about me and Yvonne, forget it. I've already promised

Phoebe a really good Christmas.

And don't ask me what I'm going to say to Yvonne, because I have no idea.

I see.

So that's what all the goodies are about, then? Yeah.

Christmas of 1944 was pretty grim, you know.

You wouldn't believe the things that were in short supply.

Fruit, meat, booze. You know, they were even short of spuds.

I see there was also a shortage of silk cami knickers.

You just didn't mention that.

Oh, and the carpenter, two units down, he's made the most amazing rocking horse

for Michael.

I'm going to pick it up when we close.

Who is he?

A time traveller with a season ticket.

This is always going to happen, isn't it?

Someone was always going to come along and change things.

You jump into conclusions a bit, aren't you?

Who else carries that sort of high -tech gear?

And you saw him. The laws of matter mean absolutely nothing to him.

Who is he?

Confront him, Gary.

Demand to know.

It is your yard.

You're right.

I will.

Find out exactly what he's up to.

You're damn right, I will.

Well, go on, then.

We're not putting you off, are we?

Nah. Nothing puts me off, mate.

Not even the old Battle of Asping's going on out there.

Mind you, things do get a bit iffy sometimes.

Now, if you don't mind,

I've got a PX32.

What's a PX32?

Well, it's a job number, isn't it?

I've got a check called a frequencies.

See, back at the depot, they reckon we've got a whole epoch vibrating on the

wrong frequency.

Fascinating.

So, then what? After you've taken the readings, what then?

Well, nothing.

Nothing? Well, thank God for that.

Unless I get a DY90.

And what's that?

Well, it's just an instruction to adjust the frequencies.

And will that stop people crossing backwards and forwards?

Well, yeah.

That's tend to have that effect.

No, no, look, I've got a wife and kid in 1944.

Ah, that's nice.

Well, no, it's not. Not if you close down my time portal with me standing

Well, it wouldn't be personal, mate, honest.

My God, this is it.

It's come.

It's decision time.

I've... I've got to get my head around this.

So it's all a matter of frequencies, then, time?

Oh, yeah, of course it is.

Amazing. I never thought of it like that.

Do you know, neither did I, when I vibrated on the same frequency as you

I used to have a watch, calendars, everything.

I believed it all.

It's funny when you look back.

So what about minutes and hours and all that?

I don't know, it was just hype to fill sundials.

You weren't supposed to take it seriously.

So what is time?

Now, leave me out. On maintenance, you want inquiries.

It's Steve White's 90s. Well, if it comes through, it might not.

Yeah, but if it does, how long will it take you to, you know, do the business?

Alter the frequencies, Gary. He's going to alter the frequencies.

And what exactly... Will you shut up?

How long?

Four hours.

Four hours?

Four hours left.

By six o 'clock, it could be curtains.

Oh, calm down, mate, calm down. You could be worrying about nothing.

I mean, he's a one in a million chance.

It might never happen. He's right, Gary. The instruction might not come through.

Yeah, but if it does, my entire life will change. Relax, Gary. Like the man

says, it may never happen.

Yeah, yeah, I suppose you're right. Of course we're right.

Oh.

What?

What just happened?

You heard him. I've got until six.

What do I do? Do I go back and say goodbye to Phoebe and Michael? Or do I

goodbye to Yvonne?

Or do I just top myself?

No shortage of bum choices, then.

Except now the moment's here.

It's not even a decision.

Phoebe and Michael.

It has to be.

They need me.

Yeah. I suppose a successful and attractive woman who's just sold a

15 million and his friends of Tony and Cherie will probably manage somehow.

It's the bottom line, isn't it?

Poor Yvonne.

It was me worrying about how I was going to tell her about not spending

Christmas with her. Now I have to tell her I'm not going to spend the rest of

life with... Hi, you two. I can't stop. I'm double parked.

Do you know, I never realised, but giving away millions of pounds actually

you high. Nobody told me that.

I'm not sure how many people know that, Yvonne.

Fantastic.

Honestly, I could give away every penny.

Don't. Yvonne, please, don't.

Don't speak.

I want to savour this. It's a once -in -a -lifetime feeling.

I am on my way over to see Sting.

We are going to replant the rainforest.

What do you think of that?

I think you've been watching too many gardening programmes.

I'm not giving money away, Gary. It's dead easy. It's a fantastic book.

Shh, don't speak.

I want to savour this amazing feeling.

You wouldn't begrudge me that, would you?

I must go or I'll get towed away. I'll see you when I see you.

Is that it?

All those years together and that's how it ends.

No last waltz down memory lane.

No lingering farewell kiss.

Why?

Because she might get towed away.

And life's not a movie, Gary.

There are no grand farewells, no famous last words.

In fact, in a recent survey of famous last words, help came top.

Followed by your bastard.

So I suppose I just disappear into thin air.

Just like that.

No explanations.

You'll think of something.

Leave it with me, Gary.

Come Christmas Day, I'll just say, sorry, Yvonne, the anti -planter came

took him off us.

Well, leave it with me.

I'll play it by ear.

It could turn into an alien abduction. It depends how broke I get.

Yeah, well, you can take what's in the till.

I'll only need these.

Oh, and all the stock's yours.

Yeah?

Well, I won't need it, will I?

You'll have to sell it for what you can get. That may not be much at the moment.

Getting too many customers like this.

It's the weirdo you were telling me about. Yeah.

There's something not right about him. I can't put my finger on it, but he just

prices things up. He never spends a penny.

Be with you in a moment, sir.

New management.

Well, I'd better get those boxes back into 1944, otherwise it's going to be a

lousy Christmas in both places.

And, uh, well, what I can't take, you can keep.

All this and food parcels, too.

Well.

Well!

Here we are, then.

Who'd have thought?

Who'd have thought?

Snog, if you like. I'll understand.

If you want a bit of privacy, I'll, um... I'll slip into 1066, shall I?

you? Only it comes with a bit of a shock. Say no more, mate. Say no more.

the least I can do.

So!

So.

Life in the war, eh?

Life in the war.

Happy VE Day if I don't... Well, I won't, will I?

No, you won't.

Well, you've got the 50s to look forward to.

Yes.

Ronnie Hilton, Alma Cogan.

All right, well... At least you'll be ready for rock and roll when it arrives.

Hey, 1965.

The Beatles, the Stones, the young Bob Dylan time.

You'll be there, Gary. You'll be lapping it up.

No, Ron, I'll be in my 50s, so I won't approve.

All right, then.

But what can I say?

Give Teddy Boys a wide berth.

Give Stanley Matthews a cheer from me.

And if you see... Christine Keeler... Yes.

Keep an eye on Yvonne for me.

I'll try, mate.

Thanks. Well, you know, thanks. Forget it.

I was passing this way anyway.

I'll... Yeah, yeah, so will I.

It was always... Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

Yeah, yeah, it was.

Sorry, still snoring.

Right.

Well, I'm going this way. I'm going this way.

Best of luck, mate.

Best of luck.

Sorry to keep you waiting, sir.

That's right, grab what you can.

This is by way of a closing down sale.

A closing down sale? With a difference, everything's dearer.

When are you closing?

Today.

I'll buy it all.

All? All of it? Everything in the shop, I'll buy it.

Well, look, if you're serious... I'm serious, I'm serious. How much?

Name your price, go on.

140 ,000 quid.

Yeah, all right.

Done. Done what?

The deal. It's agreed.

Oh, right.

Wicked.

Obviously, you won't take a cheque from a total stranger.

Obviously, you'll want cash.

Well, obviously.

Wicked. It's beginning to sound like it.

Look, I'll be back in about 20 minutes, then I'll start moving it all out. So

I'll need to bring a... A van.

Rucksack. Don't worry. I can carry me own way in non -perishable goods. I'm

licensed. Should have this place clear in a few hours.

Right. Well, I'll start packing up, then.

Swinging.

Swinging?

Uh, wicked.

Right. Back in a few minutes.

Another bloody time traveller.

This one's from the future. He's got to be.

This place is turning into some sort of cosmic Clapham Junction.

Here,

you two. Keep away from these ladders or I'll be decorating the hospital bed.

Frankly, take Michael out of here. Go on.

Oh, Phoebe.

It's going to look lovely.

I want it to look all magical. Like a Father Christmas grotto.

Well, everyone's saying this is going to be the worst Christmas ever.

So I thought, no, come on, girl, make the effort.

Well, that's right.

I got red making little silver stars. I'm nearly froze to death.

Eh? Kept on going outside to check what they looked like.

Oh, here he is, the man of my dreams.

Because it's the only place I ever see him. He's never here.

This looks brilliant.

Just thought you were going to be around to enjoy it and not called away on some

urgent mission.

No.

No, there aren't going to be any more.

Secret missions.

I haven't thrown you out.

No.

Just a nice long bit of leave.

Leave? Oh, Gary, does that mean you'll be around all Christmas?

All Christmas and New Year as well. Oh, what a present. Michael,

did you hear that? Daddy's going to be home until next year.

Oh, he'd be glad to have you around and all.

My boy.

You were what made the difference, you know.

My little raison d 'etre.

Raisin what?

What's that? You've got a French factory?

Oh, let's have the Christmas we always promised ourselves, eh, Gary?

Yeah. Yeah, let's do that.

Let's make 1944 a Christmas to remember.

And not just for ourselves, eh? Let's share what we got.

Reg and Margie have already chipped in with their coupons. Isn't that right,

Margie? Yeah.

Let's do a list of things that me and Reg are getting hold of.

Tinned fruit?

Crystallised fruit? Coffee?

Well, hands off to Reg, Mr Resourceful. Look at this, Margie. Six Christmas

puddings. Six.

And brandy butter.

Oh, I say.

And there's more boxes back at HQ, isn't there?

Yes, they're still there.

I'm dying to know what's in them.

But I've made this little list, love.

These are the things we need, plus a few I fancy.

Things you fancy. Oh, very funny.

I'm number six on the list.

in between Belgian chocolates and pickled walnuts.

Then I'll make this list, just in case we... Oh, Phoebe, steady on.

There are massive shortages out there.

Well, it's never bothered you before, Gary.

With your contacts, we've always got hold of things, haven't we?

Yeah, of course, but... Well, I should warn you that some of my contacts have

been, um... captured recently, so fingers crossed on the pickled walnuts.

Come on, Michael.

Come on, darling.

Tell Daddy what you've been asking Father Christmas for.

What was it?

Crackers.

Crackers? Yes, Daddy's already bought some.

He's left them at the office, hasn't he? Yes, he certainly has.

And of course we'll have hats.

They're inside the crackers.

Aren't they, Daddy?

Probably.

But what was that special one, Michael?

What did Daddy promise?

What was it?

A rocking horse.

A rocking horse, yes.

Yes. Any chance for more paper trains, Gary?

Don't worry, Margie. We'll have everything we need, won't we, Gary?

I have to get in touch with a vital contact.

Time to write an urgent note to Santa.

Oh, no, merely protecting your acquisitions.

So... How much is all this stuff worth in the future?

In the future?

I followed you, mate.

I saw you walk through a wall.

Walk through a wall?

Yeah, walk through a wall.

In that ever -so -casual manner you time travellers have.

It's OK.

I used to have a mate who did it. He went back to the past.

That's how all this stuff got here.

You see that?

That sells as an antique.

He only got it last week.

In truth, it's about three weeks old.

Good business.

But I'm sure you've realised that.

Oh, you're right. You're right.

I'm from 2168.

Oh! I'm hopeless at subterfuge and duplicity. I failed them both at school.

I found this sort of time warp about a fortnight ago.

A novice! I should have known.

The pinstripe suit, the baseball hat.

They don't match.

You've got it on back to front.

Wicked. Now we're cooking.

Oh, it's good to be able to talk to someone about this. Oh, you have an ally

foreign times.

Romwecroft. Brick. Brick Beckham.

Brick Beckham.

It's quite common. I know lots of them. We're all named after the... Footballer.

No, the... Pop star.

Prime minister.

Well, well, well.

A new friend from the future.

Have we got things to talk about?

Wicked. Oh, you bet.

You... You brick, you!

Don't you worry.

No trouble carrying people shopping nowadays.

It don't weigh anything.

How he can call himself a greengrocer, I don't know. Been nothing green in that

shop since that cucumber last summer.

Thank you very much.

Mind how you go.

Reg, glad I caught you. Gary, any more news?

About what?

Glyn Miller.

His plane's been missing for two days now. I thought your department might

heard. I mean, is it all part of Hitler's plot to demoralise us?

Getting us all to sing Little Brown Jug in German, you mean?

Listen,

quick word about Christmas. Oh, yeah, coming on a treat, eh? All of us down

club, living it up. We'll be the envy of London. Real Christmas to remember.

Hopefully, Reg, yeah.

Look, Margie gave me this list.

Is it true you're bringing all this stuff to the party?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I thought, come on, Reg, be generous.

It's Christmas. Got all your tips saved up? Share it round.

That's really good of you.

Look, help us out here, Reg.

Who are you getting all this stuff from?

You.

You always help us out with our Christmas treats.

I don't know anybody else.

What's the problem?

Um, well, it's just some of my contacts aren't what they were.

Or where they were.

Some of them have been transferred, shot, that sort of thing.

Well, the American Embassy hasn't been transferred, has it?

Did you sum it up, Gary?

Yes.

Look, I'm on leave at the moment, Reg, but come the new year, there's going to

be some changes.

Ah, what, me?

The end of the fight, then?

For some of us, Reg, yeah, for some of us.

Still, let's have a good Christmas first, eh? Yeah, I'm really looking

to it.

Don't you worry, your contacts will come up trumps, they always do.

Anyway, I'm off up there.

I'm with Miss Dale, she's got a potato she needs peeling.

Don't tell anyone.

People can get very jealous.

Five o 'clock, it's only an hour till the final shutdown.

Dare I risk it?

Okay, Ron.

Wicked brick, wicked.

Did you see him?

Your mate?

Who?

Diogenes. Yeah, did he get them?

The horse race results for 1999, did he get them? He needs more time, Ron.

He hasn't got a research licence.

What about the football results, 1999 to 2010?

And the lottery?

It's snow on Christmas Day. That one is urgent, Brick. We've only got a week to

get the bet on. I know, I know. Don't worry, I told him.

Dodgy will find out.

Well, one more trip should clear all this.

What about those?

Oh, no, that's staying here. That's part of my Christmas, which is shaping up

rather nicely, thank you.

Good.

Well, I'll be off again then, Ron.

Happy time travelling, Brick.

Back soon, Ron.

Adios, partner.

Flying bit it wrong, really. Can't stop. Got to get all this stuff.

Good God.

Salesman of the year or what?

I don't believe it.

Brilliant. This stuff. I need all this stuff wrong.

Well, that's all right. I can probably afford my own goodies now.

Sorry, mate. I've got no choice.

I have no resources back there. I was helpless.

Right. Got to get this stuff through the time gate before it closes.

Oh, God, I've got to get that rocking horse as well, haven't I?

Hi, you two.

Yvonne.

Gary, are you all right?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I'm sorry, but Christmas is off.

Off? What is this, new labour modernising winter?

No, I mean Christmas is off for me.

Giving away money wasn't enough. I was bound to want more involvement, wasn't

Er, yeah, yeah, I suppose so.

Comic Relief want me to go to one of their famine areas.

Lenny Henry can't go, he's got food poisoning.

You do understand, don't you?

We had nothing planned, had we?

No, no, no, nothing at all.

I'll make it up to you in the new year.

See you on the 28th.

Look after him, Ron, won't you? I will. I promise I will.

Bye.

By the way, what happened to all the stock?

We had a back -to -the -future sale. It went very well.

Yeah, well, our moustache, too.

Yvonne? Yeah?

I'll miss you.

Yeah, I'll miss you too.

Oh, no.

Not you.

Oh, don't be like that.

Don't close it.

Please, not yet. Give me one minute. Just one.

Oh, I'm sorry, mate. I've just done it.

What?

Oh, no.

Oh, God, no!

It's still open.

Oh, that one? Oh, yeah, that's still open. No, I'll close the one over the

the one that leads to 2168.

What?

Oh, no!

Oh, please, God, no!

What?

That's brick.

That's not fair.

We had plans, Beckham and Wheatcroft, time traders extraordinaire.

What are you talking about?

Brick! He was from the future.

He's the one who bought all the stock for 140 ,000 quid.

140... That's fantastic.

No, it's not.

I gave him credit.

He'll bring you the cash on the next trip.

Oh, brilliant.

So my entire stock has gone and I don't have a penny to show for it. You mean I

don't have a penny to show for it. It was my stock, remember?

I'm back to square one.

I have to restock the entire shop, all of...

But I don't care because I can.

The time gate's still open. I've got my life back.

Well, lucky you.

I just lost mine.

Me and Brick could have been something.

Still, you've got to laugh, though, eh?

He gave credit to a bloke from the future.

I tell you, the lads back at the depot are going to love this one.

Look at him. He ain't dot rocking all morning.

Ain't dot rocking? That's my boy.

What? Here comes the bride.

Perhaps he didn't know here comes the turkey.

Look at that.

That's not a turkey. That's something from the zoo.

Well, now in Gary's context, it could be.

Gary, nobody would be having a Christmas like this.

We ask, at this time of year particularly, that you spare a thought

rejected, the dispossessed and the starved.

Cheers, Yvonne.

I'm glad someone remembered me.

Ladies

and

gentlemen.

Here, look at this. Two sherrys and he wants to make a speech. No.

No speeches, Phoebe.

Just a big thank you to Gary, whose contacts have come up trumps yet again.

Lobby, look, we've even got champagne for our special toast.

We all know what that's going to be, don't we?

Cool.

Vintage 1997.

Very clever touch.

To the future.

To the future.

To the future.

Good night sweetheart.

Sleep well banished sorrow.

Good night sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.