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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Thank you for coming in time for Christmas.

Hello!

Get here!

Is this where we live now?

Would you come out with me?

Things are a bit busy.

Have you seen the time?

Reggie will be waiting.

This is popular.

Popular's miles away.

Reggie!

With the jellied horse proclaim Christ is born

in Bethlehem Hark the herald angels sing Glory

to the new born King Police, fire or

ambulance?

Police.

I need to report a missing person.

Do you come here often?

I might be a repeat offender, yes.

Are you a nun?

Do I look like a nun?

Nuns are all more these days.

I'm sorry if I seemed offhand when...

When I asked you out.

Ah, you're all right.

I thought it was worth a try.

It was.

And it would be again if you asked

again.

Nun?

Yeah.

Great.

Come on then.

What?

Pictures are fun fair.

Fun fair?

Give me two minutes and I'll be back.

Come on!

Who's in there?

If you don't open up, Mr Sarwar's calling

the police.

Get up!

Get up!

Lunarta's house, midwife speaking.

Nurse Crane, have you seen Violet?

I've been trying to get her on the

phone.

Is she at the Carrolls?

She's gone on to the seamen's mission with

the brass band.

It's something amiss.

I think she needs more colour in her

cheeks.

Fairground lights can be quite unflattering.

You're right.

She'll wear pale.

I'm Irish.

So is he.

He'll be used to going out with girls

who look like milk bottles.

Oh, lacquer.

If he takes on that first wheel, it's

going to be windy.

Hey!

Do you think it matters that I didn't

tell him I had to organise a babysitter?

No.

What matters is that you go and have

a lovely time.

We'll be waiting up.

I want to hear all about it over

a bon vita.

Go.

Are you all right, Mum?

I'm fine.

I reckon it's just a touch of what

your dad's got.

You haven't had any tea.

There's a tin of corned beef over there.

Can you open it?

Hey!

Where's Poplar?

Trixie has already gone to the seamen's mission

to inform Mrs Buckle and to escort her

home.

The assumption is that Reggie tried to make

his own way back from the coach station

and has either lost his way or otherwise

come to grief.

Do you think he might have wandered off

with someone?

He's awfully trusting.

He's also quite confident if he gets an

idea in his head.

I've marked out his likely routes back to

Poplar from the coach station, which is five

miles away.

Nurse Crane and I will each take one

of the routes by car.

Others should use bicycles or go on foot,

as seems appropriate.

Jesus, will you let me take over the

steering?

Oh!

Where do we go to claim danger, Mummy?

I offered you the choice of the pictures

of the funfair.

You made your choice.

Reggie!

Excuse me, I'm looking for a friend, a

young man who really shouldn't be out in

the dark on his own.

You shouldn't be out in the dark on

your own.

No!

Dosey, don't cry.

You won't grow big and strong if you

don't drink your milk.

Have you seen our friend, Reggie?

We are concerned that he may have got

away late, trying to make his way home.

Oi, Sid!

Have you seen this lad?

Mr Curran!

How are Alma and the baby?

I just left them all tucked up in

the caravan.

I thought they went home to Kent.

You should be having daily visits from midwives.

I'll make sure somebody calls round.

Now, look out for this fellow.

No-one ought to be lost or in

trouble.

Not at this time of year.

Hello?

Get out.

No.

I'm a nurse, and you are bleeding.

He has red hair, which may be concealed

by a blue bobble hat, and he always

wears spectacles.

If you see him, please, please telephone the

police, or one of the numbers on this

piece of paper.

I carry a bag, usually, full of antiseptic

and all sorts of handy things, but this

needs a bandage and possibly stitches.

What we can do is press on the

wound very hard to see if it helps.

I can do that.

Where did you get these?

From my mother's home.

Gertie Torrance was your mother?

What?

Did you not know she had died?

That wonders.

But you do a lot of wondering when

you don't see someone year after year.

I once read about a survey by a

Paris perfume company in which 1,000 men

were asked what their favourite smell was.

And 83% of them said fried onion.

What did the other 17% say?

I put my money on bacon.

Reggie!

Stop.

Is he not walking?

Both.

Why?

Because at some point in the course of

this evening, I'm going to kiss you, possibly

more than once.

And it might as well be now.

That was

lovely.

It'll get even better.

Rosaline?

I'm over here.

This is Jock.

He has an injured hand and he's just

learnt that he's been bereaved.

I'm sorry, my friend.

You're in need of help, I can see

that.

Jock says he won't go to hospital.

But there's blood everywhere.

We need something we can cut up and

use as a bandage.

Is this a prison shirt?

Yes, it is.

I don't know who you are, but I

know you've come here!

Get off!

I'm making a citizen of this!

No!

Stop with the pecking drama!

I broke out on you, but I escaped

nothing!

And I'm tired.

You can take me where you want.

Hand me over to who you want.

Just let me open my Christmas present first.

I forgot, living in America, how absolutely vital

tea can be in a crisis.

Tea when babies are born.

Tea when elderly people die.

Tea when there's a burglary or a road

accident.

Oh, Violet.

I'm sorry.

Should I just shut up?

Or even go?

No.

No, no, I'm glad of the company.

It's just that all I can think about

is that if Reggie was here, he'd be

the one making the tea.

You know, it's what he does when he

wants to show that he cares.

When he wants to play his part.

When he wants to join in.

None of these things are easy for him,

because of the way he is, but...

When he makes tea, it's like he grows

taller.

It's a tie.

A smart one, like a businessman would wear.

She never gave up hope.

I don't want to get blood on it.

Now take me, and turn me in.

Is Reggie with you?

I got his bag.

He's got all his warm clothes in it,

Violet.

His wallet, with his spends.

I thought he might have rung you or

something.

You know he can't use a phone box

without help, Fred.

No, I know.

I told the police that.

What are they going to do, Fred?

They said they were going to revisit the

situation in the morning.

What?

Officer!

Officer!

Can I help you, madam?

Yes, I believe you can.

I'm locating someone who's extremely vulnerable and may

come to grave harm overnight if you don't

make every attempt to locate him.

May I ask for your name and address,

madam?

My name is Lady Elwood.

Currently staying with friends at Nonata's house, Wick

Street.

More pertinently, Reggie Jackson, who's currently logged with

you as a missing person, calls the mayor

of Tower Hamlets, Mum.

That wasn't mentioned.

It shouldn't have to be.

But I have contacts at a number of

newspapers and BBC radio, and they'd be extremely

interested to hear about this.

Well, if I'd been a better criminal, I

might have more to show for it.

I'm sure you did your best.

I had this notion.

I'd turn up on a fancy car one

day and hand her a big mink coat

because she felt the cold so bad.

And when she met a man, married him

and came to England, I wanted to prove

myself all the more.

I ended up getting three years for burglary.

Then out.

Then 18 months.

Then out.

And then five.

Did your mother know you were in prison?

She was widowed.

Again.

She didn't need bad news.

I wrote and told her I was in

the Merchant Navy.

And she didn't argue.

But when you lay there, my shoes are

letting the weight in.

Harry!

I wasn't expecting you till Christmas Eve.

I was looking forward to seeing you so

much.

And then I thought, why wait when I

don't have to?

Can you believe that actually happened?

We handed him over and gave our statements.

He was taken to the cells.

The police want to question him about the

shock burglaries and the post office hold-up.

I hope they won't treat him unkindly.

Let's go and retrieve your bike.

And I'll walk you home.

That was the longest queue in X-ray

I've ever seen in my life.

We had a grand game of ice pie

though.

Is it hurting?

Not enough.

It's only a sprain.

And at least I persuaded them to give

you pathogen.

Sorry.

No.

This is on me.

Thank you for everything.

N-A-M-A-S-G-I-E

-D-O-I-M-L.

You know I've had enough of ice pie

for one night.

Nicest and most appropriately skilled girl I ever

took out in my life.

I told

Nurse Clifford she can have an extra hour

in bed after last night's adventures, which I

am still struggling to digest.

I think we all are.

I shall have to send Sister Julianne out

on the domiciliary visits this morning.

Nurse Green, may I talk to you about

a Mrs. R.

McCarran?

I delivered her baby at the hospital.

John Jock McKechnie, the last of the four

escaped prisoners to be apprehended, was held in

custody overnight.

Meanwhile, the police have this morning issued an

alert regarding 26-year-old Reginald Jackson from

East London, who is missing.

Thank God they're doing something.

Reginald disappeared after taking a coach from his

residential home in Sussex to visit family for

Christmas.

He is five feet, seven inches in height,

wears spectacles and has auburn hair.

If anyone knows of Reginald's whereabouts...

Patrick, he's been out all night.

...and he is a vulnerable young adult with

Down syndrome.

I'm so glad you came.

Everyone says he needs to get them into

a routine.

I wouldn't know where to start.

We'll be visiting every day now, until things

are more settled.

Sister, he's either crying and not feeding or

just sleeping and sleeping and twitching like he's

having nightmares.

May I see him?

Baby is very, very jaundiced, aren't they?

He's much more yellow than he was last

night.

He looked like a normal colour until this

morning.

Is that the twitching you described?

He started doing it last night.

I think baby may be fitting.

Mr Curran, do you have access to a

motor vehicle?

I want Richard to see a doctor as

soon as possible.

And it will be quicker if we go

to him.

Andrea's hungry.

She doesn't like corned beef.

You'll have to go to the shops for

some bread.

And candles.

Something's happened to the candles.

I think it was the rats.

I heard them in the night.

He's having full-blown convulsions.

Get the incubator ready and send for an

ambulance.

I think we may be dealing with fulminant

undiagnosed jaundice.

That can lead to brain damage and even

death.

This is what happens when babies are discharged

too early.

Put that down, love!

Love?

Is your name Reginald?

Imagine.

I haven't had a minute's peace since I

heard about you on the wireless.

We're going to get you back to your

mum.

How's me that bag, Sharon?

Do you like mince pies?

No.

But please, can I have one?

Mum wants candles.

I shall be absent over the lunch hour

as I need to feed my grandson.

Please be advised he will be calling me

auntie in any given public setting.

It's a general term of respect in India

and many overseas students have guardians.

I understand.

Is that coffee?

No.

It's honey and hot lemon with a Beecham's

powder in it for good measure.

A thermometer is not required.

I'm postponing all your appointments for this afternoon

and sending you home.

I'm hungry.

Shoulders back, Angela.

And me, remember you've got to make sure

your voice gets right to the back of

the church.

Love came down at Christmas.

Love all lovely, love divine.

Love was born at Christmas.

Star and angels gave the sign.

I don't think you're quite loud enough.

I'm going to go to the back and

listen from there.

Carry on reading.

Worship we the Godhead.

Love incarnate, love divine.

Worship we our Jesus, our sacred sign.

Louder!

Love shall be our token.

Love be yours and love be mine.

Love to God and all men.

Love for Jesus.

Karen?

Whatever are you doing, Karen?

Don't shout.

No, I won't shout.

But you must tell me what is happening.

The happiest Christmas is a homecoming Christmas with

the snow fluttering down until the world seems

new.

Bright candles burning.

Old friends returning.

The wishes of children are coming true.

And the happiest wishes are just old-fashioned

wishes.

May your days be merry.

Your sorrows be small.

May the ones you love be near you.

That's the happiest Christmas of all.

I'm sorry if the paediatrician spoke so bluntly.

But he is an expert in his field

and he will do everything within his powers

to bring about a good result for Richard.

Good result will be if he lives.

They aren't promising us more than that, are

they?

They aren't promising us anything.

Have they started the blood transfusion yet?

Yes.

Will it stop his brain from getting damaged?

We hope so.

Very much.

I'll see if I can find you some

tea.

What do you think about how your life

started?

With your mother walking out of the hospital

and leaving you.

His is going to start with us going

nowhere.

I'd sit here for a year if I

had to.

I'd sit here forever.

Pain to my side.

I can't breathe in.

I think you may have pneumonia.

I'm going to send for an ambulance.

When is your baby due?

I've always just said Christmas.

Like Santa Claus is going to bring it.

I thought you'd come to arrest me again.

I'm here in my capacity as a minister

of religion.

Minister of religion?

You're a dark horse.

No offence.

It was the only way I could get

through the door.

Your mother's funeral is taking place quite soon.

All the arrangements have been made by the

council.

I want to say I can do better

for her than that.

I can see her very great dignity and

honour.

But I can't.

A religious ceremony won't cost money.

I can vouch for that myself.

Would they let me go to her?

To see her before they take me back

up north?

All I wanted was to visit her for

Christmas.

At least that way I can finish what

I started.

I think the temperature's gone down.

Thank you, Nurse Turner.

Do you need anything?

Only sellotape.

We're wrapping up all the broken dinky cars

and old bits of metal for Blue Peter.

Better late than never.

Fetch me a mince pie.

This is like the labours of Sisyphus.

Every time I turn around there's another mountain

of apples and tomatoes that need a seeing

to.

Thank the Lord for the cooking, Brandy.

Do you want some more?

I'll compromise.

Put it in a spoon and pretend it's

medicine.

I'm not even supposed to open my mouth

to speak after Complint, never mind put alcohol

in it.

God will forgive you.

Because the Order can now give savoury yuletide

favours to all of its associates.

You do lift our spirits when you come

to visit, Mr Franklin.

You always seem so...

happy.

I take a certain pride in my performance

in the ordinary world, but when I'm at

Nonata's house I...

often find I'm...

I'm quite sincere in my contentment.

Perhaps it's because I'm with other spinsters.

Or maybe it's simply because...

I feel at home.

We are all spinsters, aren't we?

I know I'm the bride of Christ.

It comes to the same thing.

I keep putting this thing to the test

by asking it if I'll ever get married.

It always says...

no.

No?

You skim, sister.

I'll slice.