Original subtitles

Thank you.

What's all this?

Oh, you're writing your great novel?

Not sure I've got one of those in me.

So the dad of the nativity play?

Oh, Jim, if you're in need of the back end of a donkey, my brother's always

available. Helen's supposed to be organising it, but she's full of the

I hope she's feeling better for Christmas Day.

She's under strict instructions to stay in bed.

I don't want her worrying. I told her I can manage.

That's my costume.

And I play an angel who comes down from heaven.

From heaven?

Jimmy, you haven't come from just down the road.

Mrs Hall, there's a highly inventive recipe here for a murky.

Doesn't look half bad.

What's a murky?

It's a mock turkey.

It's stuffing, which I know you like, wrapped in bacon, and then we all

it's a roast.

Are those parsnips?

For legs.

National shortage of the real bird, you see.

I've still got a couple of leads. I've not given up on finding one yet.

No, I think we must face facts. Anything with wings is long since sold.

I have wings.

And I can't wait to see them in action, Jimmy.

Yes, the magi weren't there at the birth, of course.

And they weren't kings.

Thank you, that's very helpful. And there's no mention in the Bible of

in the stable. Well, I say stable. It's more like a family guest room.

It's all down to a mistranslation of the Greek.

Do you not like... Merry Christmas, Uncle Siegfried.

Are you kidding?

This is a loving Christmas.

Quite right.

And if you don't behave, I'll tell you how they celebrate in Austria.

Krampus.

I'm Joe at Stokes Farm. See you for lunch.

And me.

Parsnips. For legs.

Mrs Stokes!

Mrs Stokes, you'll catch your death out here.

Oh, well, I thought you'd better see what this daft ape has been up to.

Oh, are we in trouble again, Hilda?

Well, she got out in the night, and then this morning I caught her at the house

opposite, chewing on this.

Ah, it's a hazard of Christmas for goats.

There's laurel in it. It can be harmful.

Well, I know that.

Do you think I walked down to the telephone box for the good of me health?

Luckily, she doesn't seem to have eaten too much.

Oh, there's no luck in it. Just me hobbling after her in the freezing cold.

I must have just got there in time. She'd have gobbled a lot, given half a

chance. Let's take a look at you.

There you go.

At least there's no sign of lethargy.

Abdomen doesn't seem to be distended.

All right.

No excess elevation. I'm sure she's fine. Oh.

Let's give her a drench just to be on the safe side.

Oh, you're going to give her a drench, are you?

It's entirely routine, Mrs. Stokes. I think I can manage.

Ah.

Right, let's get you safely shut up in the barn, shall we?

Come on.

There we go.

Come on.

Come on.

Yes,

the old ways work sometimes.

The tannins in the tea prevent absorption of the toxins, you see.

Oh. Eh, well, you'll need more than that, innit?

I can tell you don't know the taste of what.

I might normally advise a ruminotomy.

What, cut her open?

It's the only way of getting out what she's eaten.

But given her age, I really wouldn't want to put her through that if we can

avoid it.

Oh, no.

I don't like the sound of that.

Stick some of that in.

You can't give her brandy.

A little nip, it works wonders.

For you, perhaps.

For her, no.

By heck, I need it for you.

Are you looking forward to Christmas, Mrs Stokes?

Yeah, well, it'll be a farmer's Christmas, same as any other day.

But I might let the old girl in the kitchen for a few treats.

If she behaves herself.

That's a big if, knowing Hilda.

Aye.

What about you?

Well, everybody's home this year. I'm rather looking forward to it.

Oh, good.

Why, you don't want to be rattling round that big house on your own again, do

you?

Not if I can help it, no.

Now, will you make the most of it?

Because they won't be there forever, will they?

None of them.

Yes, perhaps we'll let it grow a little longer.

Aye. So, if you hear of a turkey going to bear, or a goose, or a pigeon,

actually, would you just let me know?

You're entering a team into the Christmas Eve darts, aren't you?

Well, I'm not a bad shot, but... The prize is a turkey.

What?

Audrey might not have heard.

How on earth did you find a turkey?

There's a lot of drunken farmers in this pub agreeing to things that they later

regret. Right, well, I'll tell Mrs H.

We've got Charlotte coming to us for Christmas. You can't serve murky to a

Beauvoir. You bringing her on Christmas Eve?

Are we not fancy enough for you? Your spit and sawdust is of the highest

quality, Maggie, but still.

You're meant to be D -Mob happy. You can't not come.

You'll be a lively one with so many back home.

I'll be raising a glass to Arthur.

We loved it, Edith.

Christmas.

Had to drag him out of here last time.

Still thinking, all the way home.

Well, that was Arthur.

Which is why we're going to have the biggest tree with the brightest light.

And no -one telling us to cover the windows up.

Quite so.

When are you dropping the tree off, by the way?

Sorry?

You said you'd pick one up for me, didn't you?

When we're being run ragged between here and Little Albert?

You've not forgotten.

I want a decent one.

Maggie, I'm not one of your drunken farmers.

How could I possibly have forgotten?

Easy, Hilda. Easy.

Easy. See, that's why I put the brandy in.

She don't fight then.

Hilda.

Hilda.

Hilda. Don't just stand there.

Don't be silly about this.

Hilda.

Yes, I know.

I know he's making a palaver of it.

Hilda!

Don't you dare... Hilda!

Hold back, Hilda!

Oh, stop fussing. I'm all right.

You're not all right.

You're burning up.

I feel like a wrung -out dishcloth.

I've not iced Jimmy's cake yet.

His crib is wrapping still in a lister as there would have been in London. Aye,

aye. But I know what you'll do.

You'll get back into that bed.

Leave all this to your very capable husband.

What?

Hop it.

Right, one last thing. Jimmy!

Jimmy! Change of plan.

You finish the nativity crowns, I'll wrap these.

Well, Kyle... James, Mrs. Poole preferred.

She's on her way in to see you.

No, I... You

know, what you should do

is get yourself a nice young lady.

My thoughts always turn to romance at times like this.

I mean, you've still got your looks.

Probably for not much longer now.

Thank you, Mrs Stokes.

Now, that'll do it. OK.

That's it.

That should do it, as I say. Any change, just let me know.

Will do.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Mr Farnham.

Robert Herrick, yes. Aye, and while ye may, go marry, for having once but lost

your prime.

Ye may forever tarry.

Quite.

Any chance for a cup of tea before I go?

Give me a hot of a goat.

Merry bloody Christmas to you too.

Imagine if we won it.

Proper Christmas.

Proper turkey.

It's teams of three, Mrs H. You may need to whip the rest of us into shape.

Right, the boys are coming out. Let's get practising. Pass me that.

Also... Do you know the best place to buy a Christmas tree?

Well, there could be a couple left on the square, wouldn't there?

Oh, some drunken idiot was supposed to get one for the drovers and he forgot.

Oh, Tristan.

What about that?

I'll be as quick as I humanly can.

If we lose, you're getting the path, Nip -Leg.

Goodness. Hello, Audrey.

Well, Anna.

Come in, come in.

It's so very disappointing.

The last little Pekingese in Keithley was really rather sweet. They would have

made such handsome puppies.

Sorry you haven't had better news.

Is there really nothing more you can do to boost his chances?

Well, she's long since had all his checks.

Mr. Bolton said he'd heard of some injections.

Testosterone, yes.

So why haven't we tried them?

Because they can be side effects, unpleasant ones.

Tricky's given so much.

He's had such a life.

I can't abide the thought that one day he may be gone with nothing to show that

he was ever here.

I'd never forgive myself if we hadn't explored every available option.

If it's what you want, Mrs. Pumphrey, I

could be coming for tomorrow.

Thank you.

Ricky and I can't thank you enough.

The blasted goat's been at my tie. I don't even know when that happened.

Mrs Stokes prattling on like I'm some misanthropic misfit who'd be lucky to

strike up a dalliance with a bloody donkey.

Doris?

I think, Reed.

You're not in Malta?

Not as far as I can tell.

I'm making tea, George. I made tea for the goat.

An absolutely enormous cup.

She was geriatric. Otherwise, I'd have preferred to have extracted the entire

ruminal content.

That's what I missed about this place.

The small talk.

Anyway, I'd better get on.

Dorothy.

Are you afraid?

It's a donkey.

Is it a donkey?

I'll find it.

Come on, Rosie.

Rosie.

Shall we put your costume on?

Are you excited?

I like it.

Can't find the arm holes?

Take the hat off and put your costume on.

There we go.

Can you do this, Susan? I can't do this. Okay.

Anybody need any help?

We need to sort that out.

Get ready, Mr. Heriot will be here in a minute.

Jimmy, where are your wings?

All of these... All of these were bought.

I still need to get mine. All right, everybody, are you ready?

You look great.

Well done.

Well done. Mrs. H is going to wonder where all her key tools have gone.

Now, this is a dress rehearsal, which means it's exactly the same as we do it

the square tomorrow.

Mr. Heriot? Yes? Can I have a sword?

Shepherds didn't really have swords.

Sure, you can have one.

All right, baby Jesus.

Baby Jesus.

Oh. Bobby, can you put baby Jesus' head back on for me, please?

Mabel?

Why's Mabel got a rabbit?

He's got a sore eye.

Mum says she wants you to look at him.

All right.

All right.

We all set?

Bobby, can you give baby Jesus to your sister?

Right, ready?

I hope you're not coming down with that cold, Bobby.

Are we all set?

Yes.

Jimmy, go.

Mary, I am the angel Gabriel and I bring great tidings from Hebden. Heaven,

Jimmy.

Mary,

I am the angel Gabriel and I bring great tidings from heaven.

Thank you.

Good God, man, how long is this likely to take?

Lucy, Susan, hand out the strips.

Thank you.

There's still a bit of work to do. I am trying to concentrate in there.

Well, you have to manage. Look, I'm one ragged here.

And I've got method pump through on my back asking for hormone injections for

turkey. Well, you wonder about possible side effects, I hope.

Muscle problems, hair loss, aggressive behaviour.

And there's no guarantee it will work.

She knows it's a last resort.

But if we don't try, it amounts to giving up.

The dog is old. Giving up is the only sensible approach.

Aye, but you can imagine how she'll take that.

Dad, the Virgin Mary needs the toilet.

Putty eye.

I'll do the eyedrops then, shall I? Right.

Yes, I'm off to Sunderland after Christmas to see them all.

Been the making of Edward.

Being a dad.

What about your Harry?

Is he all right? Oh, yes.

He was mobbed a few months ago.

He wanted to move back to Yorkshire.

And it was probably time for me as well. I followed all the news from Malta.

They say it was the most heavily bombed place in the war for those two years. No

way out, even if I wanted to go.

I thought you might come back after it were liberated.

Seems like giving up.

And there were still good times to be had.

If you knew where to look. Well, you always know where to look.

Anyway, it's in the past now.

Well, I'm glad you're here.

And I'd say it's someone else's and all.

You think?

He couldn't get away quick enough.

He'll have to make some allowances. He's been on his own a lot the last few

years. I can tell.

He's learnt to make tea.

There's a good heart in there somewhere.

Tries his best to keep it hidden, is all.

Come on.

You're up for dance practice.

I'm actually quite busy.

There's a turkey at stake.

I'm only thinking of you.

Is Dorothy still here?

No, don't worry.

You're not missed her.

Has it perhaps slipped your mind how she and I parted?

No.

Nor has it slipped my mind how well you used to get on.

I'm sure this little chap's good company.

But still.

Oh, must have a cuddle.

What? It's lovely.

Oh, be careful with the eye. There may be some pus.

Right.

We're entering a team at the Drovers.

The pride is a turkey.

I might be a little rusty. It's been some time.

Oh.

You seem a bit tense.

Not in the least tense.

Look at you.

You're knotted up like a sailor's hanky.

Right there.

Right foot firm.

Right foot forward.

Eye on the target.

I'm not the target, am I?

Don't think about it too much.

Very impressive, be great.

I'll take the money to the shed.

No, no, I'll do it.

Excuse me.

Right.

Here.

Audrey thought he might want this.

I was thoughtful of her.

Do you mind me calling in?

Why would I mind?

I've taken a little place in Broughton, you see.

I thought I might be round from time to time.

Oh, of course.

Mrs Hall would be delighted.

She was quite concerned for a while, when there was no news.

I'm sorry about that.

I'm surprised you came back.

There was never really much here for you.

Don't know if that's true.

Why don't you come back in for a cuppa?

We've got so much to catch up on. I can't, I'm afraid.

I have to mend the barn door for Mrs Stokes.

Right.

I should get going myself, really.

Perhaps you could drop me off?

Oh, well, I need to be up at the farm before it starts to get dark.

We could go there first, if you like.

It's very muddy.

I'm not sure your shoes would... Siegfried, I've had bombs dropped on me.

I'm not worried about a bit of mud.

Hello, Mrs Stokes.

It's only me.

Oh, you're not back again, are you? I thought I'd take a look at this door for

you. We don't want any more escapes, do we?

No, no.

Hey, as long as it's not going on my bill.

Oh, yeah, especially if it takes two of you.

Oh, no, this is my... This is Dorothy.

Hello, Mrs Stokes. I'm just tagging along.

Oh, isn't she beautiful?

Hey, don't let her fool you.

She's a right tamper on her, and she's stubborn as old.

How is she since the trench?

Well, she's still off her food.

Well, that's to be expected.

Keep a close eye on her.

How much closer do you want me to get?

Hey, let's me and you go for a brew and a chat while you're off some puffs. Yes,

please.

I thought there was no more tea.

And you can keep your opinions to yourself, too.

Sorry, sorry, I was held up. Not to worry.

I was just admiring your baubles. Oh, thank you.

You know, I think it's going to be raucous in the drovers.

If you'd prefer we just had a quiet drink in the manor, I'd understand.

They're calling this the happiest Christmas ever, and you want to spend it

Philbrick and me? Your horse? Yes.

I don't mind what you do.

Mrs Hall told me about the darts, and she signed you up for the team. Ah, yes,

of course.

I've never known you reluctant to go to the drovers before.

I was supposed to get a tree.

The one everyone's meant to be looking at when they turn the Christmas lights

on. Right.

There's not a decent one left in Darabee. I've been all over.

It is December the 23rd.

My name is going to be mud.

Have you thought about the Christmas tree farm?

Just a guess, but I think they might have Christmas trees.

You see, this is what having an expensive education does for you.

So you'll be able to show your face on Christmas Eve after all.

Oh, Lisa Tivariati, that one.

Beloved me.

I can tell that's you.

You didn't say you were visiting a star.

Were you on the stage?

Lavinia Lavinshire. Yeah, Lavinshire, that one me made me.

See, Frank, how long you been coming here? You only just found out.

You're so marvellous. You must have had a right old time.

Oh, aye.

All over the country.

All the great halls.

I used to do a few bawdy ones.

Well, they loved me, they did.

I knew you weren't a born farmer.

Ah, well, I met him, didn't I?

Wept off me feet by Victor Stokes.

I mean, he weren't fancy, but by God, he were handsome.

I would have followed him to the ends of the earth.

Well, I did, didn't I?

That's sweet.

But you stopped singing?

Yeah, well, me heart never stops.

All done out there?

Should keep Hilda safe for a while?

Oh, well, if not, I shall be holding you responsible.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

We'd better be off.

Lovely meeting you.

Oh.

Hey.

Oh, Gordon.

You keep holding her.

After you.

It was kind of you to do that for Mrs. Stokes.

Pure self -interest.

Saves me having to traipse up here every time the goat gets a belly full of

something she shouldn't.

It's like Audrey says.

You've got a good heart in there.

She said that?

It's incredible, you know.

I came from a place that was changed beyond all recognition.

This place, everything's the same as when I left.

Some things have changed.

Perhaps not things one can easily see.

Seems rather quiet.

Clothes. Due to illness.

This is inconvenient.

It's Christmas Eve.

Come on then.

Your dedication is impressive, Mrs Hall.

This is our first Christmas back together in a long while.

This is what it takes to do it right.

I shall make sure I put some practice in before tonight.

Is Dorothy coming down?

I shouldn't think so.

You did invite her, though.

Out of ball.

Not sure I can match that.

Which is why I thought it would come in handy if she were there.

She seemed to have a good idea of where you were going wrong. I'm quite sure I

shall be able to manage by myself.

Or you might just stab yourself straight in the foot.

What? I just think she's much better suited to you than some of the other

ladies.

Frankly... The type that throw shoes at me.

Once. That happened once. And I can't see why you're not cock -a -hoop.

It's...

Possibly because I like Plato's idea.

Oh, of course it is. Well, I say Plato. He credits it to Aristophanes.

Yeah. Never mind that now.

He believed that we all have our souls split into

two.

And we spend our lives trying to find our other half.

Even if one half dies, we go off trying to find another that matches.

And he heard that once we've found our other half, we don't want to be

again.

Not even for a moment.

I suppose you want that.

Don't want much, do you?

I don't know about your Plato.

Sorry, Aristophanes.

What if?

You spend your whole life looking for something that don't exist.

And miss what's right under your nose.

I'll get that.

Daraby 2297.

Mrs Stokes.

Worse than how?

I'll be right there.

I knew I had one in the boot.

Bone sore.

Looks like it's seen better days.

Oh. When I tell you the things this has sawn through... I'd rather not know,

thank you.

OK.

It's really rather lovely with no -one around.

Yes. I must come and carry out the legal activity every year.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me a knight in police

custody.

Well, leave money for the tree. It's only a little bit illegal.

That looks quite hard.

It's like Christmas.

It's something you have to get through.

Thank goodness it's the one time of the year where it's socially acceptable to

start drinking at breakfast.

Oh, there.

It's at least a hundredth of an inch.

Right, there we go.

Jimmy.

That belongs to the three kings.

No, I was just showing your mum.

Bobby, anything someone said to give you this?

Right. Thanks, Jimmy.

They're all poorly done.

Sorry, Mrs Pumphrey.

Helen's not well. I've got my hands full.

I heard from Mrs Argyle that you were doing the nativity this year.

Aye, but I'm going to have to cancel it.

The aims of the kids are all down with the bug. I've lost an angel, two kings

and a shepherd already.

Jimmy and Rosie will be so disappointed.

Do the show here.

Children will be happy as long as their families see it.

That's a good idea.

Thank you, Mrs. Pumphrey.

It'll be more than good, because you're a wonderful father.

I only hope Tricky will follow your lead when it comes to his time.

Now, this won't sting too much.

I don't want him being in a sulk with me over Christmas.

He can be a terrible sulk.

Actually, Mrs. Pumphrey, I don't think it's a good idea.

No, well, then perhaps we should wait for the new year.

No, I mean, it's not a good idea if we'll stop.

I don't want to give Vicky the injections.

The side effects can be drastic, and not just physically.

It could change his personality completely.

At his age, there's probably nothing that will make a difference.

So surely it's better to enjoy the time he's got.

I'm sorry. I know how much you were hoping.

Not at all.

You've been entirely professional.

And you said what you believed to be true.

I can't ask for more.

Almost there.

Almost.

Oh, don't you dare.

What happened? It's stuck.

God, it won't bloody move.

We'll just have to explain to Maggie.

I don't even know why I got involved.

I don't want to go to the bloody pub tonight.

Come on. I knew something was wrong.

What?

I'm fine.

Of course you are.

It's Christmas.

Everyone's happy at Christmas, except all of those who aren't.

I haven't had a happy Christmas since the year we celebrated in November.

Why November?

We didn't think Mother would see December.

Charlotte... I'm very good at not showing it.

I don't suppose I'm the only one.

What is it?

This is supposed to be the happiest Christmas ever.

So we're meant to just forget that Arthur never came home from a Japanese

prisoner of war camp. All the men we lost.

I meant to just forget the things I saw.

We won't go tonight, not if you don't want to. It's not just about tonight.

I know.

I know so well, but it'll be over in a few days and then we don't have to think

about it for another year.

But these are things to think about all the time.

I'm not sure I'll ever be able to stop.

Mr Farnham.

I brought her in to keep warm.

She's been vomiting and all.

She can't seem to stand up.

She's shivering.

Laboured breathing.

This is toxicosis.

You said the drench would get rid.

It should have done, yes. It's possible she may have eaten more than we thought.

I'll have to do the ruminotomy after all.

You said with her being so old.

We may still be in time. We'll know as soon as we've seen the content.

I have to get some things from the car.

She'll be fine.

Oh, Nilda.

Leave it. Come on.

I'm so sorry.

It seems Hilda has eaten more than I thought.

A great deal more.

Well, never. I saw the wreath myself.

The offcuts.

She's been into the sack.

Who knows how much she got through before you caught up with her.

There's no point going ahead with the surgery.

What are you on about?

In those quantities, the laurel will be absorbed into the blood by now.

I'm afraid it's too late.

What will you do?

There's no sense in putting her through any more suffering than necessary.

And I'm afraid she is suffering. She can't stand up. She has tremors. She

be in considerable pain.

You can help her, though, Miss Savannah.

You can help her get better.

Please believe me if there was anything I could do for her I would

The kindest thing now

is to let her go

You don't need to dash off.

Can I get you some tea?

Dad, can I have a sword like the shepherd?

Jimmy, I'm just talking right now.

Can we go to the square soon?

I changed the plan.

I was thinking we might do the show here instead.

That's even better.

Then all the animals can be in it.

Hello, Mrs Pumphrey. Hello.

I'm an angel from Hebden.

Where all angels come from.

Did I hear you were in charge one year?

1936.

Legendary. All over in ten minutes. Record time.

I'm sorry to ask, but I need to run round all the other parents and... Oh,

be doing me a huge favour.

I couldn't. Not this time. It's a family occasion.

I'm Tricky's uncle.

That means these are his cousins.

Dad, can we get ready now?

Look at...

Your hair, you can't go on stage with your hair looking like that.

Rosie, hello, darling.

Oh, look, you're going to trip over your dress. Come on, let's get you sorted

out.

Thank you, Mrs Pumphrey. You know how it is.

The show must go on.

It'll not hurt her, will it? She won't feel a thing.

It'll only take a few moments once I give her the dose.

You've been a good girl.

You've been the very best girl.

I'll admit it, Hilda.

You always got the better of me.

Some lovers like the summertime when they can stroll

about.

Spooning in the meadow may seem fine without a doubt.

But give to me the wintertime.

For the girl that I made mine Was captured when the snow

lay on the ground I traced her little

footmarks in the snow I traced her little

footmarks in the snow I blessed that

winter's day

Nellie lost her way.

And I traced her little footmark

in this.

You know why we have Christmas trees, don't you?

Something to do with Prince Albert?

Yes, but before him, long before.

When the Druids were walking the hills round here.

I'm a bit behind on my Druid history, to be honest.

Because the pine and the fir are evergreen.

So?

A reminder that even the longest, hardest winter will end.

And spring will come.

And off we go.

I love you.

I love you.

Oh, hello, Rosie.

Of course.

There we are.

Oh, programme.

Thank you.

Thank you. Well done, Rosie.

Oh, actually, it looks good.

I've heard wonderful things.

Tricky wants to know why his uncle looks like the cat that got the cream.

Hello.

Mum.

Mum. Hello.

I don't want you two getting me cold.

You two should be backstage.

Come on.

It's Secret Farnham.

I realise it's short notice, but I... I would very much like it if you would

come tonight.

If it's not too late.

Of course.

Yes, of course.

Everything all right?

Come on.

You're musical director.

I'm what?

Play us some of Christmasy.

Gold. Thank you, Auntie Audrey.

That's your frankincense.

Gildale House Nativity Christmas 1945.

Play in three acts with set and costume courtesy of the Darby Dramatic Society.

Please enjoy the show.

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a lady called Mary and a carpenter called

Joseph.

Jimmy.

Curtains. Oh, I like Joseph's understudy.

Mary was very surprised when one day an angel appeared to her.

Mary, I bring to you good tidings from Hebden.

Thank you.

Do you want me to help?

So Mary and Joseph needed a room for the night.

But the innkeeper said, or rather, the innkeeper squeaked.

The inn is full.

You'll have to sleep in the family guest room.

Tricky.

It was cosy and warm in the family guest room, where they were

not surrounded by animals.

And Mary gave birth to a boy.

But... This was no ordinary boy.

This was the baby Jesus.

A shepherd followed a star and came to visit the baby Jesus.

Come on, Beth.

And also came three, sorry, one king from the east bearing gifts.

Gold,

frankincense, and myrrh.

And so like the shepherds and the kings, let's hope that we too can search for

love and find it in whatever form it takes.

Take a bow.

Thank you, Mrs. Pumphrey. We couldn't have done it without you.

It was the tonic we all needed.

Tricky is as much a part of this family as anyone.

And so are you.

You're quite the talented writer.

Perhaps you should write some stories about it.

baby Jesus.

Oh, tricky.

I was half thinking you'd forgotten.

Oh, Maggie, would I ever. Hurry up. We can start now.

Right. Come on, everyone.

It's a proper dinner to be won. Here we go.

Oh, no, no, no. Geordie Pickersgill. Who's Geordie Pickersgill?

He's only the best dart player in Darabee. Come on.

He doesn't look that good.

All right,

everybody.

I think we're all here now.

And I'm sure you all know what you're playing for.

A fried turkey.

It's around the clock.

have to hit 1 to 20 in order and then the bullseye.

Fifth one there wins.

Oh, and no cheating, Tristan Farnham. Damn, damn.

Geldale, you're up first.

and I'm hungry.

Oh, what's this then?

Oh.

Oh!

You know whose cake that is?

Yeah. Yeah, it's Jimmy's cake.

Yeah. Isn't your dad clever, eh?

Yeah. I think he can do that every year.

Yeah.

Here we go.

Go on, Tress.

He only needs a 20.

And then the bull to win.

Surely not.

Don't underestimate a piggie's girl.

I can't look.

We've got a chance.

It's all down to you, Mrs H.

Excuse me.

Dorothy.

I'm so glad you came.

I'm glad you asked. I wasn't thinking yesterday. I meant to say I missed you.

I missed you rather a lot.

19, yes.

Do you remember what you told me?

No. It's a parasite.

Oh, God.

Suffocates the life out of other plants. Why didn't it, Orin?

Twenty!

The ball.

Ball to win, Mrs. H.

The problem is, you never know when to stop talking.

Magic! Well done!

Well done!

No, don't give him a name. Hi, Rudolph.

I'll look after you from now on.

Maggie, it's still breathing.

That's why you're keeping it fresh.

Come on, through here.

Everybody in.

You've probably noticed this vine tree here.

As we know because of the blackout.

Many of us haven't bothered with Christmas lights for a while.

But all of that... That's all over.

And it's come at a price.

I'm sure you'll all join me in raising your glasses to those we lost.

Let's hope their sacrifice wasn't in vain.

Let's hope that it means the world doesn't go down this dark road again.

And let's hope the year ahead brings us all the things we truly need.

Good tidings, comfort, and joy.

Merry

Christmas,

everyone!

Come on, birthday boy.

Merry bloody Christmas!

Bucky!

Ah, Merry Christmas indeed.

An Invitation to Murder, A Death in Cairo is a network premiere.

Who done it? Boxing Day at 9 .30.

From the docks to posh rocks, the hard acres are shaking up high society.

Stream the drama on 5.

Next Christmas treats we loved and lost.