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Harvey, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Harvey, why does a love kiss stay in my
memory?

Thanks, Bill. Anytime.

Have you seen these duty sheets, Phil?

Alps volunteered for double shifts all
through Christmas.

Mrs Ventress must have invited the
family to stay.

Well, I thought he said he had tickets
for the Panta.

Hey, what do you think?

Gina's Christmas present.

Yeah, yeah, very nice.

You don't think they're, you know...

What? Small, because it cost me an arm
and a leg.

No, no, they're... New Year's Eve as
well, Alfred?

What's going on?

What's it to you?

Well, nothing, though some people might
object to you hogging all the overtime.

Well, some people need it more than
others.

You don't want to hear my problems,
though, do you?

Probably not.

Well, it's the garage I'm having built
at home.

I'd have been happy with a carport, but
she wants a proper garage like next

door, pebble -dashed a lot.

Do you think you can find your way?

To freezing the repayment?

Aye. Well, you know I'm good for it.

Do I?

I'm not like my predecessor, Mr.
Dugdale.

I don't take figures on trust.

Especially when it concerns assets with
legs.

I'm not with you.

I came early.

I saw you.

Those sheep that you say are part
security of your loans?

They're not yours, are they?

Sorry. No.

You're three months behind with your
repayments, Mr Dugdale. I have a few,

things should get better now.

Well, fine.

Pay back the arrears by Christmas Eve
and we'll say no more about it.

Four days?

I can't pay by then.

Well, in that case, I'll have no option
but to call in your loans.

Sit down, there's a good look.

Merry Christmas, Lord.

Oh, I'm flabbergasted.

Out his nails.

We'll get through somehow.

Help!

Who's that?

Hangman. Come to measure my neck.

Don't be stupid, Jack.

You were Mr. Stringer from the bank.

Bread's still warm. Make yourself a
bite.

Hello, Mrs Stringer. I think that's just
about levelled it.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry you've had to come back so
many times, but my husband is something

of a perfectionist. Yeah, well, never
mind. And I do hope Mr Greengrass is

up and about.

Do send him my good wishes, won't you?

Yeah, all right.

Oh, and the cash, I hope.

Cash?

For the job.

Mr Greengrass, he was most insistent. He
said, cash is best, but a cheque will

do at a pinch.

I don't have a checkbook.

No checkbook? Gordon deals with all our
finances.

Only natural for a bank manager, I
suppose.

Tea?

Oh, no.

Quite a pickle you've got yourself into,
Mr Ventress.

Well, I... I should have stood my
ground, Christmas or not.

But she's set her heart on open -over
doors.

The curse of Christmas, Constable.

A few days' overindulgence followed by
months of regret.

Do you think he can help?

Sorry, no.

Oh, um... Have you taken my overtime
into account?

Yes, but it's not guaranteed, is it?
Well, your predecessor always said you

could rely on crime.

That was then. We're having to change.

What into?

On a bank, that's for sure.

We still lend money, Mr Ventress.

Fully secured to reliable customers.

You're asking for risk money.

Fund money.

Wave it goodbye money.

Linda.

No tidings of great joy?

Bring back Lampard.

So say all of us. Shame he's six feet
under.

Well, his handshake's still warmer than
his in there.

You never believe what he's done to us.

He's only cancelled the staff party.

Never. Along with our end -of -year
bonuses.

The old Scrooge.

Can I help?

Just a second.

Another satisfied customer.

His son, I think.

What are you doing here? I've brought a
Christmas box.

What? No, I'm working.

Look! What is it?

Can't you smell it?

Cow dung? My book's ruined because of
you. What?

Oh, I see.

I've asked some boy's feckless father to
meet his obligations, have I? It's not

just one. You're ruining everybody's
life. Don't talk such rubbish.

How dare you barge away in here because
of a schoolboy prank? Get out. I'll talk

to you when I get home. No, you won't,
because I'm leaving. Really?

I'm not spending another miserable
Christmas underneath the same roof as

Forbidden, certainly.

I wish you'd stop moaning, David.

Well, you said we'd be quids in this
Christmas.

That was assuming Stringer paid us for
the patio, wasn't it? Which he didn't.

You should never have come back without
the money.

I've reserved something at the record
shop.

Like a record? Like what?

A record album.

Best of Roy Orbison.

You don't know how to waste money you
haven't got.

Oh, no, it's not for me. I'm getting it
for my mum.

Not a bad swap.

Look, there's only one way we're going
to get the money out of Stringer. That's

if we can catch him when he's a bit off
balance.

You mean when he's standing on his
patio?

Oh, very good. I sometimes wonder about
you.

Look, what you'll have to do is you'll
have to go and see him at the bank.

That'll throw him. He won't expect to
see you there.

I can't go there.

Of course you can.

Well, why does it mean I have to go?
Because you're not the only one that's

skint. So get gone.

Now!

Hello. Noel, isn't it?

Yes. Linda, from the bank?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right. You seemed upset.

Yeah, well, you know.

Parents. There'll always be times when
you can't get on with them.

Yeah, well, I've had enough.

I'm leaving home.

Not that bad, surely.

Hi. Um, this is Linda from my dad's
bank.

Oh, hello.

This is Paul Dogdown. He's my best mate.
Hello.

You get it.

Well, my bus is due. I'd better go.

You won't say you've seen me?

No. Take care.

What do you think?

What is it?

Well, what's it look like?

Well, it looks like a whippet smoking
jacket.

Well, still spends most of his time in
uniform.

So, of course, after you, he should let
himself go?

Let himself go?

I hope it's somewhere nobody knows him.

Right,

I'm going up. I think you should, too. I
couldn't sleep.

For heaven's sake, Molly.

That's exactly what he wants.

He'll be staying with a friend.

Assuming he's got one left.

Don't you start.

But if you want to serve one night, it's
up to you.

I thought you were giving me an hand.

I'm coming.

Jack Dugdale.

Sorry, no.

Oh, just a second.

Paul's here.

Mrs Stringer.

Asking about their knoll.

Top ship in? Aye.

Think that was breakfast on the job.

First day of his holiday.

Give the lad a chance.

Jack. What?

Have you seen the key to the caravan?

No. Hey, ten minutes, tell him.

Mr Stockwell. Thank you.

Take a seat, please.

Mr... I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch
the name.

Oh, it's, um, David Stockwell.

Yeah, I've been helping Mr. Greengrass
lay a patio.

Hold it there.

This is a business matter, isn't it? Oh,
yeah.

Yeah, it's about the money that you owe
Mr. Greengrass.

Thank you, Mr. Stockwell.

He couldn't come himself because he...
He wouldn't have been allowed through

door. Presumably that's why he sent you.

He didn't.

I've sent meself.

Good day, Mr. Stockwell.

No.

What? I'm not going without the money.

Mr. Draycott!

There you are, Mr. Carroll. Thank you
very much. Have a happy Christmas.

We don't know that that will actually be
beneficial for you.

Mr. Draycott!

Linda.

Can you spare a moment, Constable?

Yes, of course. Come in.

Tell Greengrass you'll get paid when the
job's been done to my satisfaction.

But we've been back to it three times
already.

And three more, unless I'm happy with
it. Now, for the last time, will you

please go?

What about Mr Greengrass's money?

Mr Draycott, throw him out.

No point arguing with Mr Strings, sir.

He's off my sleeve.

Come along, sir. Listen, Mr Greengrass,
you're going to be sorry. It's not my

fault that your patio's got...

Has Noel ever done anything like this
before?

Never. Thank you.

How old is he, Mrs. Dream? Fifteen,
sixteen on Christmas Day.

I've rung all his friends.

What about relatives?

I'm sure they'd have called me.

You say he had an argument with his
father?

Yes. Something had happened at school.
It's not easy for him being the bank

manager's son.

Why's that?

Gordon's upset people since they took
over the Ashfordly branch.

He said he needed to get rid of the dead
wood.

Dead wood.

Bad customers, as he sees them.

Some of them parents of boys at Noah's
school.

Oh, dear.

Apparently his satchel had been filled
with cow dung.

I think it was a last straw.

I'm really worried about him.

More tomfoolery.

Who's seen this?

Just Mr Dracut and me.

Well, let's keep it that way, shall we?

If the divisional manager gets wind of
this, I'll be considered a liability as

well as a last resort.

Sir.

Do you think you're a comfortable
braddle to be here?

Good. Now, I think I know where he is.
Who?

Noel Stringer.

I saw Jack Dugdale's son give him a key.

What's that?

I reckon it was a caravan key.

Haven't the Dugdales got one over at
Whitby?

How should I know?

Stringer took a charge over it as part
of security for Dugdale's loans,

remember? Yes. Now you mention it. You
don't miss a trick, do you? I promised

Noel I wouldn't play I'd seen him.

Well, don't then.

That old misery got Stuart a while
longer.

I can't imagine what she's thinking of.

Well, Noel's been missing for 24 hours.
It's only natural for her to worry. I'm

the custodian of the bank's name,
Constable.

Sound.

Dependable. In control.

What would HQ say if they heard that I
can't even control my own family?

From what you say, your son was very
angry.

Growing pains, Constable.

Making the old man suffer.

Rest assured, you can file this under no
further action required.

Who is this?

Who is this?

Yes, thank you. I'll be in touch.

They'll help.

But only if we tell the police.

He said no police.

It's bank policy, I'm afraid.

No police, no ransom money. Bank policy?

It's your son we're talking about.
Molly, we don't even know if this man

has got Noel.

If I haven't fit, Gordon, of course I
have.

Molly, listen.

The bank knows what it's doing.

Now, trust me.

There we go.

They're all in there.

What's your secret?

Well, folks just can't buy enough of
them once they say the magic words.

And what are they, then?

You're free to go.

What are you looking at? Nothing.

See you.

David?

Oh, um... I'll forget your place, Mr
Blanton.

Stringer's still flat on his back, is
he?

Lying on his wallet, by the look of
things.

We've spent weeks working on that job
for Mr Stringer and we just can't get

paid. Well, that's his fault, working
for that skinflint.

We work with that and then putting his
back out.

See? Christmas isn't so hot for him this
year.

Why don't you hire a debt collector?

Well, because I don't know one. Do you?
Oh, I have plenty.

What would you like?

A nice one or a nasty one?

There you are, Mrs Wilson.

Have a nice Christmas.

Thank you.

Why do you think they're in plain
clothes?

That's me.

You can tell their poppers and my lot.

I like to tell them.

Yes, sir, how can I help you?

I'd like a word about my hoax draft.

Nice.

If this is a hoax, I'll strangle him.

Do you have any reason to believe that,
sir?

I got it yesterday.

In this condition?

I screwed it up.

You'd had this before I came to see you?

Yes.

Well, would you have taken it seriously?

I said no interruptions, Linda.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stringer.

But it's about Noel.

It's probably best if you stay here, Mr.
Stringer. Not on your life. I want to

work with him.

Well, it looks like he hasn't been here
since last night.

How do you know?

Because, Mr Stringer, he was not pleased
with cooking a meal.

He left the key in the door and the
radio on.

I'd say he left or was taken away in a
hurry.

Oh, Mr Blaketon. He said this bloke
could scare for England.

Did he? Yeah.

And finish up with half the proceeds for
doing it.

Yeah, thank you. Listen, there's got to
be a better way than that, David.

Hang on.

Hey.

You remember that stunt we poured on
that bloke who owned that club who owed

money? We could do that again.

You know, where we finished up with the
snake.

Oh, and the stripper.

Ah, yeah.

I've forgotten her. I must be getting
old.

Get over to Bernie Scripps' funeral
parlour. See if he's still got the club

where he lent us.

If you need caravan, I don't know where
he is.

Do you and your husband know about the
boys' arrangements?

Of course not.

Jack knew the caravan key had gone
missing, but I thought it must have

somewhere. And you say Mr Dugdale's at a
livestock auction?

Yeah, expected him by now.

Oh, his truck broke down last night on
the way home.

He might have had the same problem.

Did Noel tell anyone else what he was
planning to do?

I don't think so.

So his plan was to go away, pure and
simple?

Yeah. Nothing else?

Was this part of the plan?

No.

You've seen this before?

Yeah, I think so.

You said that! Paul knew nothing about
it. I wanted to worry Mr.

Stringer. What? Pay him back for what
he's done to my dad.

Paul, no.

He works all hours just to pay a bank
back, but it's never enough.

Paul! It's true.

Mr. Stringer won't be happy until he's
driven us out of this farm.

Paul!

What do we know about Jack Dugdale?

Oh, not a lot. Decent sort, I'm told.

Except he's deep and hot to the bank. He
knew about Stringer's son going AWOL.

He knew about the missing caravan key,
and he didn't come home last night.

Motive and opportunity.

Better keep an eye on him.

Go ahead, Sarge.

We're on our way back to the bank,
Ventress.

I want you out of uniform, sitting in
with Mrs Stringer in case contact's made

there. Right, Sarge.

Is Bellamy there?

No, Sarge. He's popped out.

I need to put a tail on Jack Dugdale.
Tell him I want to speak to him sooner,

sir.

It's a very special time, Christmas.

Oh, yes, it is.

Noel's birthday's on Christmas Day.

Yes. So it's extra special to us.

Two lots of presents, then.

No, no.

Gordon's always been against spoiling
him.

Steady, Mrs Stringer. Yes.

Pen and paper.

Yes.

Now, slowly.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Barbara.

Yes, I'm fine.

Can I ring you back?

Well, do I frighten you, Mr Scripps?

We're not finished yet.

I just feel stupid.

Put your gloves on.

Oh, I think we're getting somewhere.

Now, for the finishing touch, what's Roy
Orbison famous for?

Besides screeching like a cat with his
tail caught in the door.

His glasses.

Oh.

Have you got a mirror?

Do yourself a favour, don't look.

Oh, is it that bad?

No, it's about good.

I think we'll have nightmares for
months.

to be seen Stars like jewels on the
crown of a queen

But the only sign I want to give Is that
wonderful

picture of you Mr

Bank Ashfordly I'll put you through now,
sir.

Head on.

Hello?

Yes, we're standing by now.

He's right here, sir.

HQ would like a word.

Sergeant Craddock, Esther shall be
taking operational control.

Well, the boy's safety is paramount, of
course, but with luck we hope to detain

both the kidnapper and your money.

Sarge, I've lost him.

Then what if I get it wrong?

You won't.

Just try to get him to give you proof
that he's got no.

What if he doesn't?

Well, I suppose we'll just have to play
along with it the same.

Quiet,

Alfred.

Hey, you don't half look the part he's
doing you proud.

I think I'll frighten him in this.

Frighten him?

You'll certainly put the wind up me.

Here, look, I've written down what I
want you to say, David.

Let's have a bit of a rehearsal. Go out
the door and come in and imagine I'm

Stringer, all right?

Go on, just... Come in.

Stringer?

Yes. I've got a message for you from
Greengrass.

Yes. You'd better pay up what you owe
him, or else you'll be sorry.

You what?

Do you know what I mean, Stringer?

You pay back what you owe Greengrass, or
else I'll come back.

And if I do, you'll be sucking your
Christmas pudding through a straw.

Sucking you what through? Where you got
that from?

I read it in a book.

Did you?

It's not about that.

We'll use that.

Fucking new Christmas pudding.

Oh, what's wrong?

Hang on.

I think my back's clicked back into
place.

Go and get the truck ready. I'll take
you in.

Ready, mate?

What happened?

Still here, then, Constable?

Yes, sir.

Just in case.

Alf has been a real help.

I'm very grateful.

Yes, of course.

Why are you back so early?

I was worried about you.

Oh? You seem so rattled over the phone.
Sorry.

I should have been more considerate.

Don't be silly.

I'm feeling pretty wretched myself.

You don't think I'm not shaken up by all
of this?

Maybe so, Gordon.

But more for yourself than for Noel.
Molly, that's just not true. You've had

go cap in hand to your bosses.

There'll be a mark against your name.

Stringer's not a good risk. Stringer's
cost us money.

For goodness sake.

He's your son, Gordon.

Why didn't you listen to him?

Hello?

No, I'm alone.

Is Noel there?

How is it?

Sorry. Yes.

Yes, I'm listening.

Use notes.

Bundles of... Yes, I've got that.

More instructions tomorrow?

What time?

Hello?

Thank you, Mr Dreycott.

If that's all, I'll take my break now
and then I'll start closing the books

the holidays.

What?

Christmas Eve, Mr Stringer.

Yes, of course.

Sorry. I've lost all track of time.

Stringer? Yes?

I've got a message for you.

What message?

With this used mill.

Here's another one.

Two o 'clock.

Yes, we've got the money.

Now, please let me speak to Noah.

How can I believe you?

It's my choice.

Everything's going to be all right, Mrs
Stringer.

Excuse me.

We'd better go quietly, David. We don't
want to upset the little ones, do we?

Man's a sadist.

Why would he contact Molly rather than
me?

Soft target, sir.

He knows a mother's unlikely to risk her
son's safety.

Oh, and I would.

Let's just concentrate on your
instructions, shall we, Mr. Stringer?

Sorry.

Yes.

I put the money just inside the door,
and then I come out and wait in my car

Noel to emerge.

Right.

And where will you be? Forget about us,
sir.

My men won't break cover till your son
is safe.

Good luck, Mr. Stringer.

Did you check on Dr. Dale?

Not at home, sir.

Still waiting.

Stay in your positions.

Too long, Suster.

He's going back. We'll go in.

Yeah, I'm all right.

Thank God. Thank God.

It's all right, Sarge. We found him.
We've got the boy. Close in and secure

perimeter.

It's okay, Dad.

I'm fine.

Right, I want four men, two dog handlers
to check the perimeter fence on the

river, two to check the main entrance,
and the remaining two and two dog

handlers the side exit.

Open them out.

Any joy with our kidnappers? No.

Nor the money.

Mr. Stringer, we need to talk to Noel.

I want to take him home. I'll arrange
for Mr. Stringer to meet us at the

station.

He hasn't just vanished.

We saw Stringer take it in.

So as our kidnappers got away with it,
Tom, are that money still in there?

Unless Stringer misled it on the way.

Organise a thorough search of this
place, will you? Then join me at the

Right, sir. And get on to Bellamy.

Ask him to find out what Jack Dugdale's
been up to all this afternoon.

David, if you don't stop snivelling,
I'll make them put you next door with

Lanta.

Right, I've got to go out.

Any chance of us coming with you?

I'll deal with you when I get back.

I don't know what we're doing in here,
Phil. I mean, he's done nothing, I've

done even less.

Yeah? I wasn't even in the bank.

No, you were in the getaway, Laurie.

Nothing needs half an hour to get up to
30.

What a fantastic Christmas this is going
to be.

Stop snivelling, will you?

That's borrowed clubber. You're making
it damp.

Shut up!

And you were blindfolded all the time?

Yes.

How did you eat?

He untied me last night.

What did he say?

Not much.

Did you know the voice?

No. Would you recognise it again?

I don't think so.

He just said, move, sit, in here, one
word at a time.

I'm sorry I can't be more help.

Yes, well, you'll probably remember
something else later which might assist.

Don't be strange, Sarge.

No, no, are you all right? Yes.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you? Yes, honestly.

Oh, thank God he's safe.

Listen.

You're going to have the best birthday
ever. I promise.

A wonderful Christmas for all of us.

Well, I hope so, Jack. It's taken long,
you know.

Hey, Dugdale.

Have a word.

Very.

Very well.

Thank you, Bellamy.

Any joy?

I've just left them doing one last
search.

I'm pretty sure the money's not there.

Whoever it was, it wasn't Jack Dugdale.
He spent all afternoon at Bernie

Scripps' garage.

Has the boy given us anything to go? Not
a thing.

Does Stringer know we've lost the money?
Not yet, but in the absence of a lead,

he's still our chief suspect.

There is one other possibility.

Go on.

The money wasn't in the bag in the first
place.

I thought we saw the deputy manager put
it in.

Didn't we?

Now, are you sure?

It's only ten minutes before closing,
Wendy. Look on it as the Christmas bonus

you haven't had. I thought like that.
Bye, Wendy.

Have a lovely Christmas. Oh, and you.

Bye.

So, where's my Christmas bonus, Mr.
Draco?

Your bonus, my luck, is there.

Move on inside, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

What are you doing, Alf? We're running
out of space.

What, three to a cell? You can't do
that. You're violating our Geneva

Convention, Alf.

Good king, when's the last look out?

Roll on New Year.

For me?

You did it for me?

For us. If you've hurt him... The boy's
fine, I promise. Not a scratch.

I can't believe this. You're mad.
Listen, Linda, I've taken the only

we're ever likely to get. No, no.

Think, Linda.

You and me.

We can go anywhere.

You've ruined everything we planned.

When Stringer moved on, you'd have
stepped up. You'd have had enough money

get a divorce. A pokey office in
Ashfordly. Plans that would have taken

This way, we've got it now.

I'd have gone away with you without a
penny.

Look, it's done.

Just say yes.

The doors are shut.

The lights are out.

Looks like we're too late, Sarge.

Not so fast.

You're going to hold me home, then?

Could we have a word, please, Mr.
Dracot?

I don't understand. You both saw me put
the money in the hold -all. Well, it's

certainly what we thought you'd done.
I'm sorry, I don't... Let me see what's

your briefcase, sir. Are you accusing me
of taking the money? Your briefcase,

please, sir.

It's now safe, Sergeant.

It's open well.

Thank goodness for that.

If you don't mind, sir, we'd like to
search these premises.

I wonder, Constable, might I call the
bank, let them know the good news?

I think we best wait for Sergeant
Craddock, sir.

Yes, yes, whatever you say.

Constable Ventress, I would like to say
how grateful I am for the kindness

you've shown to Molly.

I was only doing my job, Mr Stringer.

Maybe so, but there are ways and ways.

Oh, thank you. I appreciate you saying
it.

When you came to see me at the bank the
other day, I was unreasonable.

Well... You can rest assured that I will
be making funds available to tide you

over your present problems.

Well... Oh, well.

Thank you.

No, no, it's my pleasure.

Merry Christmas to you.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Just
the man I want to see. Are you still

interested in some overtime?

Go on.

Well, would Boxing Day be any use to
you? It looks like I'm going to be able

go to the pantomime after all.

I've talked to Mrs Ventress about that.

About what?

Your pantomime tickets.

How was I to know? Shut up!

Be quiet!

A little more this way, Constable.

Why don't we just check those files over
there, sir? Yes, of course.

Demanding money with marriages is a
serious offence, David.

But you didn't say anything.

No, but you were going to, weren't you,
David?

How can you do him for what he didn't
say?

Because he dropped his script when he
scarpered.

Here we go.

Pay up, or you'll be sucking your
Christmas pudding through a straw.

By heart, I said.

I tried to, but I got all jittery.

I think we'll get more than jittery
kipping next to him.

Should we have one last scout round?

No point.

The money's gone and he's had it.

Cool customer.

Gonna look pretty stupid when the bank's
insurers find out.

So what now?

Christmas wish?

What was that?

Someone using the night safe.

Someone's posted it back.

That's amazing.

Isn't it just?

How many people have the key to the
nightclub?

Ooh, about 250.

Oh, look who's here.

I think I'd prefer another drunk.

I've only just found out you've been
detained, Mr Greengrass. Yeah, no thanks

you. If you'd have paid us when you
should have done, this would never have

happened. Yes. Well, I'm asking for all
charges against you to be dropped. Is

that all right, Constable?

It's fine by me.

And I hope this goes some way to more
than making amends.

It's a cheque for the price of the
patio, plus interest for late payment.

Not before time.

Now, I'm just out of pocket for his old
Caponi outfit.

Don't push it, Claude. No, no, no.

It's a very fair point. Yeah, I'll have
that. You'll only spend it.

Well, Merry Christmas.

I think it was him all right.

And her?

I don't know.

The question is, why?

My hopes to make Stringer suffer.

Who knows?

And as likely as not, we're never going
to find out.

Merry Christmas.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I could just
have your attention, please.

After a small hiccup, Santa Claus will
be coming up very shortly to draw the

raffle. Now, there's still time to get
your tickets.

Right. That's good. Can you cash a
little check for me? I'm doing that for

Greengrass. You left me in a right mess,
not being Father Christmas this year.

I've done it for long enough. I thought
it'd be nice for somebody with younger

knees to have a go.

I'll let you be done.

This is stupid.

Well, this is what you get for locking
up an innocent man.

With quads on daft bolts. Well, at least
Alfred hasn't gone on strike.

Come on, you two, shake a leg. All
right, he's coming.

Aye, so's Christmas.

Who am I again? Oh, get out.

Right, here he is, folks, the one and
only Santa Claus.

As you can see, Santa's not been very

well. But we hope he's fit enough now to
draw the raffle. And here we go.

First prize donated by the beautiful Mrs
Ventress.

Two tickets to the Whitby pantomime.

83.

The courtesy of our Lord Atwood Lee is
today's fishing permit.

Number 12.

And the third prize, donated by the one
and only Bernie

Scripps, let's see your tie, Bernie.

Bernie's donated a free oil change. Who
needs a free oil change?

120.

Oh, here.

The late donation, this. A kiss from the
landlady.

What's he into? Come on, it's just a bit
of fun. Pull it out.

Seventy -seven!

Seven heaven, seventy -seven, who's
got... Hold on a sec.

Mr. Stringer. Thank you. You too.

Keeping long hours for a bank manager.

True. You're wasting your time.

Still can't pay, yeah? I know.

But things have changed.

I'm going to reschedule your loans.

Why? I think you're the sort of man I
can trust.

Come in after the holiday.

We'll work something out.

It's a wonderful night.

Happy Christmas.

Thank you.

I'm saying nothing.

What sort of Santa are you?

Streetwise and chimney -shy.

I've got something for you.

Oh, yeah?

Phil!

Gorgeous.

Must have cost you a fortune.

Yeah? You like it?

Yeah.

But your present's nowhere near as
grand.

It doesn't matter.

But it might not suit you.

If you chose it.

And it's good enough for me.

Here. There we go.

There. Love, Pete.

Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas.

Gina!

Coming number 77.

Time's up.

Good night.