All language subtitles for 44186AA7469D7CC02110840769761D54_eng (a christmas gift from bob)

Good evening, sir. This way.

Champagne?

Aw. Look!

Bob! Gorgeous.

- Yes. Isn't he adorable?
- Ooh.

Look at that.

Oh! Bob the cat!

Look at that.

There he is.

There's great demand
for his work right now.

This way! Thank
you, sir. Perfect.

Can I have everybody's
attention, please?

Thank you.

Welcome, everybody, to our
annual authors' Christmas party.

Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

Some of you are familiar
faces and some of you are new,

and it is such a pleasure
to see all of you here today.

It's going to be a
tremendous evening,

- with some fabulous speakers.
- Oh, yeah. Thanks, mate.

But I would first
like to welcome...

- Here you are, Bob. Shh.
- ...one of our new authors,

James Bowen, and
his companion, Bob.

Well done. There you go.

The story of how these two lost
souls met and saved each other

here on the streets of London

has touched readers
from all over the world.

And we are delighted to announce

that James is hard at work on his
new book about their adventures.

Aren't you, James?

Which we cannot wait
to publish next August.

What are we doing here, mate?

So, erm, Mr Bowen, what does
the big day hold in store for you?

Oh, you know, turkey
with the trimmings, I guess,

in front of the TV.

Pigs in blankets for him.

So, nothing special, then?

Oh, that's pretty
special for us.

Of course. I'm
sorry. I didn't mean...

Can I say hello to Bob?

Oh, Jacqueline Wilson.

Hello, Jacqueline.

- Hi.
- Yeah, of course.

Thank you. Hello, Bob.

- Love your books.
- Oh. That's so nice.

Not Bob, obviously. Can't read.

But, erm, yeah.

I see you're sneaking
away. I don't blame you.

Such a posh invite.
Couldn't say no.

I know. Congratulations,
though, on your new book.

Or should I say commiserations?

- I recognised the look on your face.
- You did?

You haven't started
it yet, have you?

Not yet, no. I can't,
erm, settle on a story.

I know the feeling. I'm
sure you'll get an idea soon.

They often happen
when you least expect it.

So, good luck with it, anyway.

Thank you. Lovely to meet you.

And you too.

Aw, Merry Christmas, Jay!

Come and get your mulled wine.

Nice cat, mate.

Thank you. Merry Christmas.

Ready, ladies and
gentlemen? Here we go.

That's it. Like that.

Can you believe this man?

Merry Christmas.

- Get off!
- Get his legs!

- I haven't done anything. Get off me.
- You're causing a scene.

- Hold him down.
- Get off me.

I haven't done anything.
You're hurting me. Get off.

You're causing a scene,
all right? Stay down.

- Stay down.
- I haven't done anything.

Stay down. Or you're
gonna hurt yourself.

- Hey! Hey! What's going on?
- Hold him. Hold...

Why are you holding him
down on the ground like this?

Does it need
three of you, really?

Well, well, well.
If it isn't cat boy.

- Long time no see.
- It's you.

Still your old
charming self, I see.

Tell you what, you can
sling your hook right away.

All right, what's going on?

Just standard
stuff, really, love.

Er, illegal busker. Got a bit
punchy, but we calmed him down.

- What's wrong with you?
- Excuse me, Officer.

- I thought I told you to piss off.
- Do you know this person?

No, but I'm pretty sure
he wasn't breaking the law.

Yeah, he was busking
over there, in Camden,

not there in the
Borough of Westminster.

And?

And you need a permit
to busk in Westminster.

- You don't need one in Camden.
- Oh.

- All right, phone it in.
- Look, this is stupid.

Can we just charge this guy
and then we can all go home?

Charge him with what?
Playing his guitar?

You knew he was
legal, didn't you?

Control. That's confirmed.

He's right. Let him go.

Let, let him go? Let him go?

- It's unbelievable.
- That's assault.

- I wanna press charges.
- Walk away. Just walk away. Trust me.

Calm down. He hasn't
done anything wrong.

- But he's getting away.
- I said calm down.

So what's the story? Are
you Harry Potter's lawyer?

- Excuse me? Mm.
- All that legal stuff.

Borough of this and that, and
a magic cat on your shoulder.

Let's just say I'm
familiar with the law.

It's a pretty chill cat.

Most of the time.

Yeah.

Saw him giving the eye
to that dickhead back there.

- Yeah.
- He knows you, doesn't he?

Yeah. Ghost of Christmas Past.

Him and Bob and me
have a bit of history.

Bob.

That's one house burger.

- Can I get the bill, please?
- Yes, right away.

- And a saucer?
- Mm-hm.

Thank you.

They do serve
something resembling food

at the Christmas
shelters, you know.

That obvious, eh?

Haven't been to a
shelter since this.

Stanley knife. Sliced straight
through my sleeping bag.

Lucky they only
took my money belt.

OK.

Have you tried Monmouth Street?

There's a warm air vent
above the kitchen to that hotel.

You're one of them
outreach workers.

No. God squad?

I used to be in the
same boat as you.

I was homeless too.

I ended up on heroin.

Junkies. Hate 'em.

Not as much as
they hate themselves.

So how'd you get
clean? Magic cat?

He helped me get clean,

learn a few lessons
I needed to learn.

Like that.

Fall down seven
times, get up eight.

Except sometimes you can't.

Cos you've got
nothing to get up for.

Cos you feel like you're
nothing, got nothing to give.

- I know. I know.
- You don't know anything.

I don't know why I came here. Just
so someone else can preach at me.

That is all anyone does,
especially at this time of year.

I should have just let them
bang me up over Christmas.

Sit down, OK? Finish your food.

All right. Just give me five minutes.
No preaching, cross my heart.

Just a story.

OK? Sit down.

Five minutes.

It was a few years
ago. After I got clean.

The last Christmas me and
Bob worked on the streets.

Yeah. Don't blame you, mate.

Not even a please?

Sorry, mate. Guess we're out.

No. No, no, no. Oi, you.

Stay there. Stay there, OK?

Back before you know it.

Don't let the elephants out.

Ah. Where is my good friend Bob?

He, er, sent me to
fetch his breakfast.

Hmm. I told you he was
the wise one round here.

What time do you close tonight?

I've gotta top up my
electric after work.

Er, 10:00.

Got a late delivery.
Christmas stock.

Another week of that word.

Hmm. Not exactly my
favourite time of year either.

Oh.

Oh, it's the anniversary.
I'm sorry, Moody.

Ah, it's OK.

Anyway,

Christmas is all right.

We have all to believe
in something. Hmm?

Christmas. Krishna.

Cricket.

I suppose I'm Buddish.

Buddish?

Yeah, I sort of
believe in Buddhism.

Karma, all that kind of stuff.

Ah, Karma.

What goes around comes around.

Like the poor butter maker.

Why do I feel one of
your stories coming on?

He was a farmer.

His best customer
was a shop owner

who ordered one kilo
of butter every month.

In return, he paid the
farmer flour, beans and...

one kilo of sugar.

OK.

One day, the shop
owner weighed the butter,

but it was only 900
grams, not a kilo.

Ooh, he got very angry.

"I am going to call
the police on you."

The farmer, he was polite.

He said he was a poor man,

couldn't afford to buy
the weights for his scales,

so he measured the butter
with the only weight he had.

The kilo of sugar.

Exactly.

Do good, it will be repaid.

- Do bad...
- Less butter on your bread.

Here.

- For Bob.
- Aww.

Merry Krishna.

Thank you.

Oh, surprise!

- Bloody hell.
- I used your spare key.

Do you like it? I thought you
could use some Christmas cheer.

There's a lot of things
I could use right now.

Like getting my gas
and hot water back on.

Haven't had a
shower in three days.

Thought there was
a nasty niff in the air.

Come on. Good boy.

Nan always did
this in my family.

Bits of wisdom, prayers,
wishes for the New Year.

You write things you were
thankful for in the old one

and then you just
hang them on the tree.

"Thank you for
James's friendship."

See? It's not so bad.

"Angels are all around us if
we just know where to look."

Seriously?

You really don't like the holidays,
do you, Ebenezer Grinchface?

I need to work out what's gonna
keep me and Bob going for the month.

Fifteen...

Go on, then, Grinchface.
Give us the news.

I need 200 quid
to last the month.

What?

Fifteen to get gas and electric
back. Then four quid a day.

Bus and tube, say 40 quid.

Papers to sell during
the Christmas rush.

Two weeks' food for me and Bob.

- Call that 50 more.
- OK.

It's been ages since he's had a
check-up. Gotta see a vet soon.

Still seems a lot.
Especially the heating.

Earth to Bea.

We're in the worst
cold snap for years.

Earth to Grinchface.

Homeless guy came in to us last
week with frostbite. He lost three toes.

I got given this place for
a good reason, you know.

And no one is
regretting giving it to you.

It was a big step, and
they were happy to help.

Hold on.

A friend. Dr Becky.

She's doing a free vet
clinic at the project on Friday.

Bring Bob.

If you two are still speaking.

OK, mate. You stay
there, all right? It's cold out.

No, Bob. Bob. Stay. Stay.

All right, mate.

Come on, then.

Come on, then. Let's go.

- There's your daddy.
- Hey, darling. How'd you get on?

Well, she did very good, but we
have to stop giving her all those treats.

OK.

OK.

A tale of two kitties, eh, Bob?

If I could afford it,
I would, you know.

- Spare some change?
- No, mate.

- Hey, James.
- Hey.

- Busking in town?
- Maybe later.

- See how the papers go first.
- Ah.

- You've got competition today.
- Yeah.

Any spare change
for fighting poverty?

- Hey, mate. You got any spare change?
- No.

No? You got a nice suit,
though. Any spare change? No?

All right, Bob.

Good boy.

- Hello, love, you all right?
- OK, Bob.

Get your blanket out.

Here you are, Bob. Good boy.

Any spare change?

All right, mate. There you go.

- Good boy.
- Any spare change would help.

- Big Issue. Big Issue!
- Spare change?

- They're nice and Christmassy.
- Yeah, I like it.

- Give it a try. Help or buy.
- It's getting busy, isn't it?

- Big Issue, madam?
- Everyone's got a gimmick.

Big Issue! Big Issue, sir?

- Hello, James.
- Hi, Irene.

Hello, Bob.

- Bit hectic today.
- Yeah, nightmare.

- Well, must be off.
- See you.

Bye, Bob.

Big Issue. Big Issue, madam?

- Big Issue. Big Issue, madam?
- Ah, God bless you. God bless you.

Any spare change,
please? Every little helps.

Hey. Watch where
you're stepping.

Oh, piss off, mate. I
can step where I like.

Just be careful
is all I'm saying.

You shouldn't have
your stupid cat in the way.

- Mate, I'm just trying to work here.
- Well, yeah. So am I.

Right, OK. Idiot.

What'd you say? Huh?
You want some, then, eh?

- Come on, then. Let's have it.
- Hey, James, no.

Just walk away, OK?
I'm just trying to work here.

- We can't have this out here.
- He just nearly stepped on Bob.

- It shouldn't be in the way.
- I've never heard of that charity.

James, people are watching.
People are watching.

- You should watch yourself, mate.
- Can you go?

- All of them are just scammers.
- I know.

Listen, why don't you just
come back and do this tomorrow?

You're not gonna sell anything
anyway, not with this lot round.

- Yeah.
- OK? Sorry.

No, you're probably right.

This way sir. Yeah.

- Yeah. Looking very good.
- Look into the lens, please, sir.

Oh. What a splendid cat.

Ah.

Ah. Sorry. He's a bit hungry.

Ah. Well, I'll tell you what...

Now, you buy her something
lovely to eat tonight, OK?

- Thank you so much.
- Jolly good.

Let's get a
photograph, shall we?

- Make it a good one.
- Great. Fabulous. Great.

Right, very good.

Er, well, happy
Christmas to both of you.

- And you. Thank you.
- There we are!

This way, sir!

Give us a smile! Lovely.

Mug.

Look at that.

A thousand... something.

- I'd like to change this, please.
- Sure.

Have you seen
one of these before?

It's an Albanian lek.

Well, it's one
thousand Albanian lek.

- Albanian lek.
- Lek.

Which converts
to just over seven...

seven pounds sterling.

Er, seven pounds and
55 pence, to be precise.

OK. Yeah, I'll take it.

Well, we need our
commission, I'm afraid.

You see, we have a
ten-pound minimum. I'm sorry.

But you could try the
Albanian embassy, maybe.

- Do you know where it is?
- You could Google it.

Thanks.

I like your cat.

I've just explained. I've
already been to four shops.

- They're not selling it anywhere.
- Oh.

- Some woman.
- Hey. Bloody hell.

- Are you OK?
- I'll look in one other shop...

Yes. Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Lunatic.

Look, we can, erm... Down here.

- I just didn't see him coming.
- No.

- Obviously.
- Erm...

- You, er, you hold onto Bob.
- Ooh. Yes.

- OK.
- Hello.

Some people, eh?

Just don't look
where they're going.

There you are.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

That's OK. Don't
thank me. Thank Bob.

Don't miss a thing,
do you, mister?

What a character you are,

sitting there without
a care in the world.

- OK, can I...
- Yes.

Come on, then, Bob. Let's
go. Let's go, Bob. Let's go.

OK.

Oh. Hang on. I'm sorry. Erm...

Oh, blast. I never
have any cash.

Oh, don't worry. It's
fine, honestly. It's OK.

Well, what's your
spot? I could pop by

and buy a magazine
or listen to you play.

Er, Covent Garden, or
Angel, outside the tube.

Angel. Of course.

- OK. Hope you're OK.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Take care.

The cat's had no say about
whether it's out here or not, has it?

Well, he doesn't
have to do anything.

He's just sat there.

All I'm saying, love, is that that
cat does not look happy to me.

Poor little moggy. I
mean, it's freezing out here.

And imagine being stuck
with a waster like that.

I mean, if you ask
me, people like that,

they shouldn't even be
allowed to own a hamster.

Look, I don't know who you pissed
off to get you transferred to us,

but you stick to the driving
and I'll stick to the animals.

And, please, don't call me that.

- All right. Sorry, sweetheart.
- Give me strength.

No! Come here!

Oi, oi. Here we go.

Get him away from my cat.

Come back here you... Oi, Titan!

- Hey, can you control your dog?
- You stupid mutt.

That's what I'm talking about.
He's endangering that cat.

- Dragging him out here.
- Fine.

You're animal welfare, aren't
you? Why don't you do something?

Fine. We'll pay him
a proper visit later.

But first let's sort
out this comedian.

What's the matter with you?

- Light there, yeah?
- Light here?

It's a bit smudged there, yeah?

That's good, man.
Do the side bit here.

Here you go, Bob. Look.

Hey, look. Food.

Hey, Bob, what's the
matter? You not hungry?

Hey, what's the
matter? Are you OK?

Hey? Are you hurt?

Did that dog do this?

OK.

Little bit of cold
in there as well.

Gonna get a bit of this in.

Yeah.

It's gonna be nice,
Bob. Yeah. Nice bubbles.

Nice. Nice bit of water.

Get you all clean.
Look at that. Right.

OK. Let's get this up here.

And then... You gonna come in?

Come on. Come on, Bob.

Sorry, mate. You haven't
got a choice. You gotta do this.

Can't let that get
infected. Come on, Bob.

Come on, Bob. There
you go. Good boy.

See? Not so bad, is it?

There you go. Good boy.

Good boy. There you are.
Now you like it. Well done, Bob.

Here, look.

There you go, Bob.
Good boy. Good boy.

OK, take you out.

There you go. Good boy.

Let's get you
wrapped up in a towel.

Yeah, just checking me socials.

Oh, I like the jumper.

Wow. Grinchface found a sense
of humour. Hello, handsome.

I thought I'd take
you up on the offer.

- The vet. It's today, right?
- What vet?

- What?
- No, I'm just kidding.

It is today. Right over there.

- You setting up for Christmas dinner?
- Yeah.

We're expecting about 60.
Some telly, board games...

Ah, I love a bit of Monopoly.

Well, you know what they
say. "All property is theft."

I'll leave you to it.
Come find me later.

OK.

No, leave the chicken alone.
Don't look at the chicken.

OK, who's next?

So, this is the famous Bob.

- I've heard a lot about you.
- All good, I hope.

Yeah. Yeah, all good.

So, how's he doing?

Actually, he got a bit
of a scratch yesterday.

Erm, a dog went for him.

I don't know if it was that or
he got caught trying to get away.

Just back here.

Erm, I didn't notice
it till I got home.

Let's have a look.

- It's OK, mate. You're OK.
- Ooh. Yeah, I see.

Yeah, it's not much, but you're
right to come and get it looked at.

There's always a
danger of infection.

All right, well, why don't
you leave him with me?

- Erm... I'll be ten minutes.
- OK.

You be good.

I'll take care of you, Bob.

- Need a hand?
- That'd be good, yeah.

What's that saying?

"Christmas isn't a
season. It's a feeling."

I shouldn't fall for
it, really, but I do.

Every year.

Go on, then. I can
tell you're dying to.

No, it's fine. Whatever
you're feeling. It's cool.

I blame Nan. She
lived for Christmas.

Started soaking her plum
pudding in brandy in August.

Hmm.

Decorations up the
day after Bonfire Night.

Felt sorry for me, I
think. Being fostered.

Had to give me twice the
Christmas normal kids got.

I don't know.

Maybe it's in my DNA,
revering the ancestors and all.

Whatever form your family takes,

that's what Christmas
is about, I think.

It's important.

Bit different for you, then?

I woke up one Christmas
morning in a psychiatric ward.

Didn't know where I was.

Doctor standing over
me with a needle...

of God knows what. Then...

zoning out again.

How old were you?

Six. Seven.

Tested me for
schizophrenia, bipolar.

That's it, then? No other
Christmas memories?

I remember hearing my dad's
voice on the phone one year.

From the other
side of the world.

Wishing he was in the next room.

But he wasn't.

Look at that. It's one of the
richest places on the planet.

Someone's down there right now

blowing two grand
on a bottle of wine.

Yeah, and I'll send
home a family of five

with macaroni and tinned
fruit to last them a week.

Go figure.

Doesn't add up. It's like
some of us are invisible.

No, they know we're here.

- Why else puts spikes on doorways?
- Mm.

They just want us out of sight.

Yeah.

- I should, erm...
- Yeah.

Right. Well, I have
cleaned him up

and I've given him an
injection of antibiotic.

He might be sore
for a day or two,

but other than that
he's in really good nick.

- Hear that, Bob? High five.
- Mm-hm.

Five.

High five. Thanks a lot.

Come on, then, mister. OK,
come on, then. On we go.

- Good boy. Thank you very much.
- Pleasure.

It's gonna be a good day
today, Bob. I can feel it.

- Aww.
- All right.

- Ah, it's Bob!
- That is Bob.

Ah.

- Hi!
- Ah.

James.

James.

James.

- There you are.
- Hi.

Guess what else I found for Bob.

- Oh, Irene, really, you don't have to.
- No.

Oh. Irene. That's, erm...

Who'd like to hear some
Christmas carols, Bob style?

Yeah!

There you are, Bob.

Thank you.

Thank you very much. Thank
you. Thank you very much.

- Hey, Bob. Thanks a lot.
- There you are.

- High five?
- I think he's clever.

- Good boy. That's a good boy.
- Aww!

Excuse me, mate. Sorry, mate.

Are you gonna be here
day after tomorrow?

- I can be, yeah.
- Right.

I've got a big party of
Asian tourists coming in.

They'd love you lot. Good money.

Pose for a few photos, a
few songs. What do you think?

Yeah, that would be
amazing. What time?

- Midday?
- OK.

- Life saver. Good man. See you then.
- All right. No worries.

I know. I know.

Might have spent
a little too much.

But it was a great day.

Look at that.

We're almost
halfway there already.

And...

there's more coming.

See this, Bob?

That was you and me
when we were on our own.

And this...

is us together.

All right. Here you are.

Look at the cat.

- Thank you very much.
- That's all right.

Good afternoon.

I'm Animal Welfare Officer Davies.
This is my colleague, Mr Booth.

We wanted to chat to you
about a couple of concerns.

- What sort of concerns?
- Ooh, I'm sure it'll be fine.

Just wanna make sure
he's happy, healthy.

Yeah, course he is. Look at him.

- What's his name?
- Er, Bob.

- Bob. Nice to meet you.
- Bob.

If it's OK, I'd like to
take a look at him,

- maybe take a couple of photos?
- Yep.

Shall I take him
to the van, yeah?

Leave it, Leon.

- Bob. Bob, no.
- It's OK, Bob.

- Just gotta be slow.
- Hey, that's OK.

Ah, he had an injection
there the other day.

- He might be a bit sore.
- Injection?

Yeah, he had a little scratch.
I don't know what from.

But the vet just wanted to
give him some antibiotics

just to make sure
it didn't get infected.

- You got the paperwork for that?
- Yeah, at home.

I can send it on to you.

Yeah. Here are my details.

- Can I get yours as well?
- Er, yeah.

Is Bob microchipped?

Er, yeah, under my
name. James Bowen.

Sorry, I've just
gotta turn this on.

You need to keep that
on in case we need you.

Is there anyone else we could talk
to, someone that knows you and Bob?

Er, my friend Bea. She works
at a charity on Upper Street.

I can give you her
number. Hang on.

- Is there anything else I can do or...
- You could get a haircut.

Ah.

Maybe write a statement.
Er, how long you've had Bob.

What his life is like.
That sort of thing.

- Just in case.
- In case of what?

Well, might get referred
up to the authorities, see.

Might need a court to decide

whether you're fit
enough to keep him or not.

In case I'm good enough to keep?

Of course I can keep... You
can't take him away from me.

No, no. That's where you're
wrong, sunshine. See, we can.

- Hey. Let's... let's... Hey!
- If it's in the cat's best interest...

- Don't touch me.
- ...we can.

- Calm down. Calm down.
- I didn't touch you.

- Both of you calm down, please.
- He's completely fine.

Listen, let's not get ahead
of ourselves. Both of you.

Bea, you gotta help me.

Someone's gonna call you
about Bob. Animal welfare.

I think her name's Ruth.
Bloke she's with is a total prick.

And, er, I don't know, I
gave them your number.

I said you could vouch for us.

I don't know if someone targeted
us or if they reported me or...

I don't know. Who'd...

- What's the matter?
- Why is it always about you, James?

What's happened?

Look around you.

Break-in last night.
They took everything.

All of our food, telly,
computers, bedding.

Everything they could.

I mean, who the hell
steals from a project

for people who've got nothing?

Can you get more stuff?

With what, James? Shirt buttons?

We haven't got any money.

Christmas Day's not happening.

Bea. Bea.

Is there anything else I can do?

Maybe write a statement.
How long you've had Bob.

What his life is like.
That sort of thing.

Lovely. Now, like every chef, I
need to have a little bit of refreshment.

The chocolate chips will sort of
just evenly distribute themselves.

Right, Bob. Come on, then, Bob.

Now, let's go.

Good boy. OK.

OK, come on, then.
Out we go. This way.

Let's go. This way. Good boy.

All right, mate.
What do you need?

- No, I'm good.
- Come on, I know you.

- You like the good stuff.
- I said no.

- When did you turn into such a prick?
- Are you gonna piss off?

Or what?

Bob.

- Hey, get off!
- Give me the bag.

- Give me the bag.
- Get off!

Get off!

Are you OK?

You all right?

Oh.

Come on, mate.

Maybe we can still do
some pics. Come on.

Come in, guys. Sit down.

I've just got an email asking
me to comment on this.

Apparently someone sent
it to the local news station.

- Calm down.
- I'm working here with my cat, OK?

Can we not, can we not do this?

Look, this isn't
what it looks like.

It is exactly
what it looks like.

It's exactly the sort
of brainless behaviour

that got you transferred
here in the first place.

So, I'm gonna tell you
exactly what happens now.

Ruth, talk to the TV company.

Make a "no comment" comment.

We don't discuss ongoing
inquiries, blah, blah, blah.

- Right.
- And find witnesses.

Anyone who can tell us what
the RSPCA will need to know,

if we pass it up to them.

- Is...
- Bob.

Is Bob in a safe home?

Separated from other
animals? You know the drill.

Oh, I've had some
joy already there, boss.

Spoke to housing. Mr Bowen's
in assisted accommodation.

Keeps it tidy, no other animals.

Is the animal healthy?

I need to check out his
story on taking it to the vet,

but he seemed OK.

OK. Well, keep talking to
people. And remember the law.

Is Bob free to display, and I
quote, "normal behaviour patterns"?

And as for you, stay out of it.

You might be right on this one,

but I can't afford to be wrong.

I'm not gonna be plastered
all over the papers.

Cruella de Muswell
Hill. It's not happening.

If a guy who works on the street

is being separated
from his cat at Christmas,

it's got to be done
by the book. Got it?

Yes, boss.

Yes.

Hello.

- Here we are. Is that you, yeah?
- Hello.

Excellent. On you
pop. Nice one. Hello.

Thank you. Hello.
Thank you for a good trip.

There we go. That's you.
In you go. Did you have fun?

- See the sights, yeah?
- So stupid.

See ya.

- Yes, mate, that's the one over there.
- That's the one over there.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, all right. Righto.

There you go.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Idiot.

Stupid.

That's gone as well.

I'll be right back.

Don't let the elephants out.

Hi, Moody. Twenty
on the electric, please.

Big freeze coming
in from Greenland.

Ah, great. When?

End of the week, I think.
Best tune in to the radio.

Thanks.

Er... There you are.

Do you have any
tape? My guitar's bust.

Hmm.

Here. Use mine.

Oh. Thank you.

Bob, no! Ah!

Bob! What have you...

Stinks.

Thank you.

Excuse me, ma'am.
Five-minute warning.

- Calm down.
- I'm working here with my cat.

We are conducting a
routine investigation,

but we're also appealing
to the public for help.

Anyone who knows the man and
the cat in the video or the photograph,

please get in touch...

- Ma'am, five minutes.
- Yes. Sorry, darling. Thank you.

...so that we can resolve
where the cat should be.

And they say there's a cold
front coming in this weekend

just in time for Christmas.

- Might even get a bit of snow.
- Brilliant.

Could be a white Christmas this
year. How do we feel about that?

Hey, it's what we're
dreaming about, right?

You're listening to the
sounds of the season.

Traffic and weather,
together on drive time.

Are you coming, mate?

No?

I'd stay there too if I could.

See you later, monster.

Next batch!

Where shall I put this,
Sarah? Over there?

Just back there.

Sorry. Excuse me. I'm looking
for a Miss Chan. Bea Chan.

- She's just over there.
- Thank you.

It looks pretty full-on.

Yeah, it was hard enough,
but we just got burgled as well.

That's awful. I'm so sorry.

It's gonna be a long winter.

Then I'll be as quick as I can.

So, Bea, how long have you
known Mr Bowen and Bob?

Nine months, maybe ten.

I go round to James's
flat fairly regularly.

I see. Is it true that Bob was
recently seen by a vet here?

- Yeah. Dr Becky.
- Bob was injured somehow?

It was just a scratch.

James brought Bob in first
thing. Becky fixed him right up.

- Do you want her number?
- Yes, please.

Erm, so you've known
them almost a year.

Is there anything in Bob's behaviour
that struck you during that time?

In what way?

Well, it's not normal for a cat to
be out on the streets most days.

Bob was a stray. That's where he
lived till he teamed up with James.

Uh, I didn't know that.

But some might say
spending his days with James,

it's not exactly a suitable
environment, not normal behaviour.

You know cats. Obviously.

- Lost mine in the summer.
- Hm.

Dexter. He was a real star.

But, so, yes, I'd say so.

Pretty independent creatures.

Not gonna do anything
they don't wanna do.

Oh, definitely not.

So every day before he leaves
home, James gives Bob the choice,

to stay at home in the warm
alone or go out with him.

And every day, well,
almost every day,

Bob goes with him.

And what about James?

Is he... Is his
home life stable?

James is no saint, but
he's taken big steps.

And Bob's given him responsibility,
not something he's had before.

Two musketeers.
All for one, one for all.

When James went cold turkey,
Bob never left him for a minute.

Was he using when he had Bob?

He was on the
programme. Methadone.

Bob gave him the
strength to get clean.

If you were to split them up,
it doesn't bear thinking about.

I don't wanna keep you.
You've been a great help.

Thanks.

You're not really thinking about
taking Bob away from him, are you?

We need to do
what's best for Bob.

It's not only up to me. Sorry.

Happy Christmas.

Hi. How you doing?

This is ridiculous.

Oh, come on. I'm thirsty.

My God. I just don't.

I just don't. Hey, mate.

We're off for a wee
Christmas pint. Want to join us?

Come on, you two.

Peace on earth, goodwill
to men and all that.

Hmph.

Hey, first pint's on me.
Come on, before he defrosts.

- OK.
- Good man.

- Er, not great.
- Tell us all about it.

Thanks, Dave.

See you later. Cheers.
Merry Christmas.

Do you think I'd sell
more papers if I had a cat?

- Erm, I don't think so.
- Sorry.

- All right.
- Sorry.

Listen, suits are your
thing. Look at you.

- Look at the effort that you put in.
- Sorry.

I mean, you could get
a bunny outfit for Easter.

- Sorry.
- Love heart for Valentine's.

Er, Pete, watch you don't
melt, sitting by that fire there.

Cos he's a snowman.

Here, I've got a
good one for you.

What do you call a snowman
who works at a bakery?

- A baker.
- It's funny.

- Hm.
- Wow. Tough crowd.

It's funny. It's funny.

All right, let's hear it. You
got a problem with me?

I don't know. Do I?

You will have if
you don't spit it out.

I know it was you who shopped
me to the animal welfare people.

What?

I saw you the other day
near Covent Garden tube.

Yeah, you and your mate in
the council van, pointing at us.

Why are you helping
them spy on me and Bob?

Spying?

On your cat?

Why would I be
spying on your cat?

I don't know. You tell me.

White van?

James Street?

That was Danny.

He had some work for me.
School had frozen pipes.

Wanted me to thaw 'em
out. Picked me up from there.

Look.

I didn't know you were there.

Hardly worth it, is it?

Fifteen quid.

So, tell me, how
did you get the cat?

I found him in my flat.

He was a stray. He
wouldn't leave me alone.

Jammy sod.

Won't deny he
pulls in the punters.

I didn't mean that.

I couldn't care what you
make. You're lucky to have him.

Mm-hmm.

When you look after someone, it
gives you purpose, it gives you meaning.

It makes you a better person.

I've got a little girl.

Maisie.

Not so little any more.

And a junked-up
teenager in a Ford Fiesta...

Took me nine months
to walk again, so...

I don't miss much.

Don't miss her mother.

I miss Maisie, though.

So... So where is she now?

Maisie?

West London. She's got a kid.

Never met him.

I wonder if he might
look like me, you know.

If he's lucky.

Nah.

She don't need me in her life.

You're inside
there... somewhere.

That's me done.

See you around.

Lucky to have him.

When you look after someone, it
gives you purpose, it gives you meaning.

It makes you a better person.

Hey, Bob. Guess who
I've just been out with?

Mick. Yeah. Of all people.

Nasty Mick. Mick the spy.

Except he's not a spy after all.

Bob. Come on, mate.

Must be hungry. Come
and get your dinner.

Bob? Bob.

Bob.

Mate, are you OK?

Bob.

Come on.

Erm.

Come on, pull
yourself together. Think.

This is Dr Becky at the
Green Veterinary Centre.

Please leave a
message after the tone.

Dr Becky, it's
Bea's friend, James.

Erm, it's Bob,
my cat. He's sick.

Really sick.

Call me, please.

- Don't let the elephants...
- You gotta help me.

Is he eating? Drinking?

Nothing.

Let's put a bowl of
water by his head.

And we should keep him warm.

- Did you write these?
- Some.

My friend Bea's idea.

Hmm.

Should never have let him
come out in this weather.

Wouldn't have animal
welfare on my case.

Animal welfare?

Erm...

They're threatening
to take Bob away.

Maybe they should.

I don't know how
you did it with Mo.

Just sitting there, waiting.

Well, from the outside
it looks very different.

You just deal with it.
It becomes your reality.

How do you go on?

There were three pilgrims
on a journey to a holy place.

Each had suffered great sadness.

Each was looking for
peace, a way ahead.

Each had two sacks,

one on his back, the other
round the neck at his front.

The first man filled
the sack on his back

with all the good
things in his life.

Like your tree. Happy
thoughts, memories.

OK.

At the front, he kept
all the bad things.

His sadness, guilt.
Bad memories.

Because he, he wanted to think
about them. Make sense of them.

Even though there
was none to be made.

Because of this, he didn't
make much progress.

He soon gave up the journey.

I had a feeling he would.

Now, the second man.

He carried the good
things at the front.

He liked to show them off.

He kept the bad things on his back,
even though they weighed heavily.

His journey was slow
as well. He too gave up.

The third one got
it right, I'm betting.

No.

He also carried the
good things at the front,

but to him they
were an inspiration.

Like...

sails on a ship,
moving him faster.

And he didn't carry
anything on his back?

Yes, he did.

But he cut a hole in that sack,

so all the bad things slowly
dropped onto the road.

Hmm.

- And he reached the holy place?
- And found a new way forward.

So which one was you?

I have been all three.

But now I just carry my good
memories of Mo and let them inspire me.

And the bad?

Mm. That took a while.

But now I understand...

the greatest act of love I
showed Mo was in letting him go.

To a better place.

So, the memories...

the beeping of that
machine, the tubes, the wires,

the signing of those forms,

I was free to let them go too.

You must not let your future
be weighed down by your past.

You will get to
where you need to go.

But what about him?

Maybe he will be a
part of that journey.

But if not,

you have already proved
your love a hundred times over.

I had better go. It's
already Christmas Eve.

Busy day ahead. Let me know if
there's anything I can do. Hmm?

Bob.

Bob.

Bob.

Bob!

He'll be in here... somewhere.

Always.

The greatest act of love

I showed Mo...

was in letting him go.

Now, who's a good boy?

Good boy, Bob.

Bob.

It's a stomach thing, probably.
It's not unusual for cats.

Has he eaten anything he
shouldn't in the past 48 hours?

Yeah. Erm...

Some chicken. Some
old food from the fridge.

- It had all gone off.
- Did he vomit?

Yeah, lots.

That's good. That's
nature taking its course.

And the rest will have just
worked its way through his system.

He'll be all right now.

He doesn't deserve
to live like this.

Freezing all the
time. Getting sick.

- It's not good enough.
- What are you talking about, James?

What happens when a cat
gets taken in by animal welfare?

Do they have those smart cat
kennels, like, they're well looked after?

I suppose.

What are you babbling on about?

You've had a
shock, but Bob's fine.

Yeah, she's right.

Take time together at Christmas
and Bob will be his old self again.

You'll soon be back
into the old routine.

Yeah, well, that's
the problem, isn't it?

Hi. This is James.
Well, James' phone.

Please leave a
message after the beep.

I don't want to hear any more.

I think the cat
should be separated.

You've reached the voicemail
for Ruth Davies, animal welfare.

Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

Hi, Ruth. This is James Bowen.

I've come to a
decision about Bob

and I need to talk to you.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

What about him?

You must not let your future
be weighed down by your past.

You have already proved
your love a hundred times over.

Come on, then,
mate. Good boy, Bob.

Come on, then, mate.

That's the guy.

Platform one, down
the stairs to the right.

- Great. Thank you.
- No worries.

James, I haven't
seen you in days.

I just came to wish
you a happy Christmas.

Aww, thank you so much.

Oh. Hold on there, now. I
have some stuff for you too.

People came by,
dropping these off.

- It's all for us?
- Mm-hm.

Wow. Thank you.

- Come on, Bob.
- Happy Christmas.

James!

James.

Where have you two been hiding?

I've been looking all over.

- I got you a card.
- Ah.

How sweet of you.

Not surprised
you've been lying low,

with all that council
nonsense as well.

Council nonsense?

Here.

Oh! Thank you.

- Aren't you going to open it?
- Yeah.

Oh, Irene, that's too kind.

Look, Bob. Bob,
look. Your own bed.

I don't know what to say.
I feel awful. This is, erm...

You really have no idea, do you?

- See?
- There he is.

- Merry Christmas, James.
- Thank you.

- It's all right.
- It's really kind of you.

Merry Christmas, James.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

Merry Christmas, James.

Merry Christmas, Bob and James.

Merry Christmas, my love.

- Merry Christmas.
- Where have you all come from?

Thank you.

Wow. Thank you.

- Happy Christmas.
- Thank you so much.

- I don't know what to say.
- Happy Christmas, James.

All right, mate. Got a
little surprise for you.

This is for Bob.

And that is panda from China.

Thank you so much.

- Look, Bob. Look.
- Doesn't he look lovely?

What you do think? You like it?

- It's very kind of you.
- Right, follow me.

Thank you.

James.

Mick.

This is my daughter, Maisie,
and this is my grandson, Michael.

Wow. Michael, look at you.

That thing you said to me in the pub,
you know, made me think, and, er...

Here we are.

Thanks.

Over my dead body.

- Let me handle this.
- Fine.

If you could all just give me a
moment, just to speak to James.

Yeah.

- Can you keep hold of Bob?
- Yes. Yes, of course.

You'll be all right, Bob.

You really should
switch your phone on.

Might have avoided all this.

It's been a difficult few days.

For all of us.

Anyhow, we've been speaking
to people, evaluating your case.

So have I, and, erm...

- I think I've decided that...
- Wait.

Do you know what these are?

Letters, notes, cards, emails...

"I'd just lost my
husband of 40 years.

"The curtains were still
drawn from the funeral.

"But when James let me
spend a few minutes with Bob,

"it gave me a reason to
draw back the curtains.

"You could say they've let
the light back into my life."

There's an online petition too.
800 signatures in less than 24 hours.

What? Who...

Er, under the name MoodyMo12?

That's, that's all
amazing, but, erm...

I know you'll look after him,

and, erm, I know
it's for the best.

James. No.

You don't understand.

You belong together.

We're not looking
after him. You are.

I... I don't know what to say.

There's something else.

A charity,
Inspirational Animals.

Uh, they work with
therapy animals.

They visit people in hospitals.

They want you and Bob
to be paid ambassadors.

What?

Really?

What?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Might come in handy when
Bob visits the hospitals.

Thank you.

Think you're so bloody
clever, don't you?

Oh. I've got...

For all you've done.

James. Did I miss anything?

I get to keep him.

You get to keep him.

See? I told you.

The butter maker.
You reap what you sow.

- Except you left out a bit.
- Did I?

Sometimes you don't even
know you've got seeds to sow.

Well, we all have those.

Like the miserly king, who...

Moody.

Thank you, Charles.

Look. Look, look.

Oh, my Lord. It's Arabella.

It's the cook from
the television.

She's only second cousin
to the flipping queen.

Well, quite the fan club.

Mr Bowen, I couldn't let Christmas
pass without repaying your kindness.

And if there's anything I can
ever do for you and Bob, any time...

Thank you.

Hey.

- Merry Christmas.
- Happy Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Look, Bob. Snow.

Happy Christmas.

Bob. Try a bit of this.

- Good boy.
- See you soon. Yeah, bye.

He's almost back.

Yeah? Hey.

- Something smells good.
- Ben.

- How did it go? Yeah?
- Amazing.

Could have sold 'em all,
but I kept one back for you.

- Wow. Look at that.
- Best-selling issue of the year.

I've gotta show
him. There he is.

- Look at this, mate.
- Hi, Ben.

- How you doing?
- Look. Cover star.

Hey, look. What do you think?

Look, Bob? Do you like it?

I'm gonna put it up here, OK?
Pride of place on the mantelpiece.

- Right, drinks. Drinks.
- Drinks.

- Cheers, guys.
- Cheers.

- To Christmas.
- Oh! Quick. It's starting.

Oh.

This year once again we
are spending Christmas Day

at the splendid
Upper Street Project.

A charity which strives to
spread some seasonal cheer

to those who may be
struggling to make ends meet.

Hm. She's an angel.

So, what do we
have for you today?

After the savoury,
always some sweet.

Now, let's see if
these are ready.

Ah. Perfect. Golden brown.

Now, these treats would
grace any Christmas table.

Especially these,

which I've made in honour of
a very special friend of mine,

without whom I may never have
known of this quite remarkable place.

Bob, look. You're on TV.

Happy Christmas, Bob.

Now, turkey...

He's been eating all morning.

He's had a couple of
pigs in blankets, hasn't he?

He doesn't seem
to be too interested.

Thank you.

Mm.

Me and Bob were thinking
we might play charades later.

- What do you think?
- Yeah.

We should start
thinking of some.

I don't know how I
can ever thank you.

You don't need to thank me.

I've started work
on the new book.

If I hadn't met you, I'd
never have thought of it.

- Thought of what?
- What to write.

Actually, I've got
a little gift for you.

Happy Christmas.

Ah, mate. Ah, this is so cool.

It's from me and Bob.

- Thank you.
- It's all right.

I didn't know what to get you, and
then I remembered your nan's tree

and the messages about Christmas

and the feeling
it gave you and...

The Little Book of Bob.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Yeah, it is.

What have you got in here?

Yeah.