♪ ♪ HELEN: He's a good man who cares for you.

Doesn't need to be complicated.

♪ ♪ You need to find out who you are.

HELEN: My husband's a good man.

And right now we need good men more than ever.

If I don't put myself forward, then who am I?

I just know I could never forgive myself if I did nothing.

JAMES: They might turn me down, but I have to at least try.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (music playing on radio in background) EVA FELDMAN (voiceover): Dear Mum and Dad, Darrowby is very different from home.

The family I'm staying with are nice, but a bit strange too.

James and Tristan are funny.

They remind me of the Tin Man and the Scarecrow, still waiting to go on their adventure.

You're lifting your elbow!

Play with fire, expect to get burned.

(grunts) EVA (voiceover): Mrs. Hall's definitely the good witch, but Helen is that too.

You have to watch him.

We'll have all manner of funny spellings going on.

EVA (voiceover): Siegfried's quite grumpy, he's like the lion.

He roars a lot.

But he's not really scary.

Don't be sour, Mrs. H, just because I'm blessed with a vocabulary more heterogeneous than most.

MRS. HALL: Siegfried!

What's wrong with "scrotch"?

I did warn you.

EVA (voiceover): There's no wicked witch, or flying monkeys, which is good.

Because they definitely are scary.

What does it even mean?

I'd rather not say in polite company.

(chuckles) EVA (voiceover): I'll write again soon.

Lots of love, Eva.

(phone ringing) That'll be Ma!

Darrowby 2297.

(groans) Just some old man.

Oi, careful.

Sorry about that, yes?

Hello, Major, it is the veterinary practice, yes.

It's just a... an evacuee we have staying with us.

She will be safer here, I'm sure.

As for the rest of us... SIEGFRIED: Oi paws off!

But it's not even a real word!

SIEGFRIED: Yes, it is!

What can we do for you?

I'll have one of them down to you, first thing.

Bye now.

(hangs up) ♪ ♪ SAUNDERS: Good of you to come so promptly, Farnon.

For this young fellow, it's no trouble at all.

We were giving him a run out yesterday afternoon, then he pulled up quite suddenly.

He seemed to be carrying his foreleg.

Yes, I can see it's swollen.

(River grunts) Warm to the touch.

Could be muscular, or possibly a small fracture of the medial splint.

That sounds rather serious.

Not always.

Good, the Colonel will be pleased.

He's taken a stake in River, keen to see how he runs.

He asked after you, actually.

Well, your boy at any rate.

Which boy's that?

Tristan, your, your brother.

The Colonel wondered if he was a relation.

I'm sorry, I still don't follow.

His call-up to the Royal Army Veterinary Corps.

He volunteered didn't he?

Yes, but he's in a reserved occupation.

It's my understanding he's going to get his letter in the next day or so.

So, what do you think-- will this horse be fit to race in the Boxing Day meet?

What?

No, of course he won't, don't be ridiculous.

You just said it wasn't serious, and this may be the last chance this horse gets to run.

The Colonel said in the next few days?

You sound disappointed.

Aren't you proud he's going to serve?

Tristan's many things, but he's not a soldier.

Neither were any of us-- before we were.

I could have a word with the Colonel.

There may be a way to hold him back.

One good turn deserves another, wouldn't you say?

If this horse runs when he's not fit, there's a danger of really serious injury.

Then you best see him right.

♪ ♪ (playing "The First Noel" tentatively) (Eva playing wrong notes) Your piano's out of tune.

I'm sure that's it.

Time for breakfast.

(plays note) JAMES: I'm stuck here, and there's another attempted raid over Glasgow.

My dad said he saw our lads flying out to see them off.

Nothing in the post for either of us, I take it?

JAMES: No, still waiting.

You'll be told if and when you're needed.

MRS. HALL: Mrs. Pumphrey called, Ah, Tricki been in the mince pies again?

She said it were a cat.

Tricki ate a cat?

(laughter) MRS. HALL: Don't be silly, it's a stray.

She sounded quite upset about it.

I'll head up there this morning.

You been practicing piano, Eva?

Aye-- who the heck is Noel?

It's No-el.

You know, the Christmas carol.

That's when you all go around singing at night, isn't it?

Have you never been caroling before, Eva?

I'm Jewish, we have Hanukkah instead.

It goes for eight whole days.

You light a candle on the menorah and say a blessing.

And you get presents, and chocolate coins every day.

MRS.HALL: That sounds like a lovely thing.

Why don't we do that here?

What did you call it?

Hanukkah, and it's too late.

It started on the sixth of December this year.

Oh, I'm sorry we missed it.

Since I'm with you this year, does that mean I get to do Christmas?

If that's what you'd like.

(door opens, closes) You were out early this morning?

I wanted to see River first thing-- you two, yard, please.

You're not going to sit?

SIEGFRIED: Sorry, Mrs. Hall, rather a lot to get through-- Tristan, now, please, if you wouldn't mind.

Need a lift up to the farm?

You're all right.

My dad's dropping some eggs at the market, so I'll go back with him.

EVA: Can I come with you, James?

JAMES: If you like.

But finish your breakfast first.

(dishes clinking, door closes) ♪ ♪ River's coming to stay with us for a couple of days' treatment.

James, get the door to the barn, please.

Tristan, start bringing in the hay.

(River snorts) JAMES: Is it a sprain?

SIEGFRIED: Possible stress fracture.

I'm hoping once we get the swelling down, we'll discover that's not the case.

Wouldn't he be better off resting at the stables?

I want to keep a close eye on him.

He's got a race in a couple of days.

That doesn't give you much time.

No, it doesn't.

Thank you, Herriot, weren't you going up to Pumphrey's?

Tristan, I, I... um, I'd like you to stay.

If, if you could stay.

Keep the leg bathed with water, it's important to keep it as cold as possible.

I think I can manage that.

Just for an hour, then you can get back to the surgery.

Not that we have any patients.

You have to be here in case you're needed.

An emergency could turn up at any time.

If you say so.

I just... (water splashing) I'm going to get some air.

Right.

Let's have a look at you then, lad, shall we?

(engine idling) Hello.

♪ ♪ So there's a good witch and a bad witch... And a little man who lives behind a curtain, he's called Oz, and he's a wizard.

Wow.

And Dorothy has ruby slippers that can magically take her home.

This is a big house!

MRS. PUMPHREY: It was the strangest thing.

We haven't seen her for a week or more and then she staggered into the kitchen a few hours ago, with this little chap in her mouth.

She laid down and hasn't moved since.

Tricki's been beside himself with worry.

Debbie's one of the few felines that Tricki has no animus towards.

She's a little underweight.

Poor girl's exhausted.

Can I examine him?

Here you are.

(kitten meows) So, you must be the new vet assistant we've been hearing all about.

I'm Eva, Eva Feldman.

Marjorie Pumphrey, delighted.

How're you enjoying your stay?

You must miss your mother and father terribly.

Not really, home's boring.

I don't even have a garden.

Or any brothers and sisters to play with.

I'm sure you give your parents the runaround.

EVA: Pa works late at the war office, and Ma's always busy.

Take it from one who knows, those who are able to entertain themselves are never bored.

Are those chocolates?

MRS. PUMPHREY: Um... yes.

Tricki's not one for chocolate.

Far too rich for his taste, and I've far more than I can eat.

Thank you.

This is a big house for one person.

Yes, it is.

Which is why I like it when people come to visit me.

The kitten's in fine health, but the constant feeding has really taken it out of Debbie.

What she could do with is a break.

So we'll have to separate them, and we'll bottle feed the kitten.

Won't he miss his ma?

If he can smell his mother, he won't take the bottle.

We'll have to take him back with us.

Oh dear!

(chuckles) (kitten meows) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ TRISTAN: Cheers!

MAGGIE: Cheers!

And Merry Christmas.

So go on then, what's happened?

Mm, well, Florence got rather too attached, poor love.

I mean, naturally.

I didn't want to lead her on, so, you know... (clicks tongue) Mm.

Oh God, all right, I asked her to marry me.

Triss!

It seemed like a good idea at the time-- don't laugh!

I, I'm not, sorry.

Was it very romantic?

Where did you do it?

Next to the drain at the side of her house.

(laughs) Please, Maggie.

You pillock.

I am, but I'm learning.

I shouldn't laugh.

I'm sorry if you were upset.

I admit it wasn't entirely painless, but at least it brought into focus what I really should be doing with my life.

You put your name forward.

You and James will just have to wait.

And it turns out I am actually needed here after all.

Yeah, I've seen four pets this week.

Four, just think of that.

Hm, another in there?

Best not.

There might be a dog that needs its nails clipped.

But put a pint in the till for Arthur, for when he gets back.

Oh, you don't need to do that.

Add it to my bill.

I've been meaning to talk to you about that.

Maggie!

What on earth were you thinking letting it get that high?

You said you'd be able to pay.

Yes, I said that.

Of course, I said that.

(sighs) (indistinct chatter) Slim pickings for Christmas this year.

We manage somehow.

At least I don't have a party to cater for.

Didn't feel right in the times we live in.

Any word from Edward?

Still at sea.

He says he's enjoying himself.

Though I suspect he's only saying that to stop me worrying.

Oh, I don't know, maybe he's found his place in the world.

(knowing chuckle) What've you got there?

Just getting rid of a few bits before I leave.

Might see if Charlie'll give us a bob or two for it.

Leave?

I've, uh, I've taken a job over in Hull.

I'm with my sister for Christmas Day, and then I'm leaving after that.

Oh.

I wun't gonna go without saying goodbye.

Well, of course we'll be sorry to see you go.

Well, I suppose this is it then.

No, it isn't.

You can't just... Stop by tomorrow evening.

We're having a few people over for drinks.

I thought you weren't having a party this year?

We are.

I mean, we're not, just a few people.

A glass or two of sherry.

All right, well, I suppose we could drop by on the way.

I'll see you then.

♪ ♪ JAMES: I didn't think we were having a party this year.

MRS. HALL: Well, we're not.

It's just a... a few people coming round for food and drinks, carols around the piano.

That sounds like a party.

Oh, are we having a party?

MRS. HALL: No... well, yes, a gathering.

A select few people for a glass of sherry.

Which people?

Oh, you know, just people... Gerald.

ALL: Gerald!

He's going, so he's coming.

To say goodbye.

Because he's going, that's all.

He's not drinking.

When a cat wants her kittens to feed, she licks them.

I'm not licking a kitten!

(laughs) You don't have to, but if you stroke his neck, it'll feel like his mum's doing it.

SIEGFRIED: Ah, here we all are.

Mr. Farnon, would you mind switching off the light for me?

Yes, of course.

MRS. HALL: We thought it'd be nice to try some of Eva's Jewish traditions.

I know it's late, and we don't have a proper menorah, but I managed to find eight matching candles.

Should I light one?

EVA: We light a new candle each day of Hanukkah, and sing the blessing.

Dad always asks Mum to sing it usually.

But I could try if you'd like?

That'd be lovely.

♪ Baruch atah Adonai ♪ ♪ Eloheinu Melech ha'olam ♪ ♪ Asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav ♪ ♪ V'tsivanu ♪ ♪ L'hadlik ner shel ♪ ♪ Hanukkah ♪ Now, you say Amen.

ALL: Amen.

(clock ticking) (squeaking) Don't worry, Vonolel, we'll find a way.

Still prefer the company of animals to people, I see.

They're easier to understand, with considerably less back chat.

And they go where you lead them.

Not true in Tristan's case.

He's determined to leave.

You think you have so much time.

Then they're gone.

And you're left wondering what to do with your life.

Apart from counting the days 'till you see them again.

Sorry, Mrs. Hall.

I'm worrying about Tristan, Edward's out at sea somewhere.

Having children's the most wonderful and painful thing you can do in life.

I wouldn't know.

You would.

You do.

He really doesn't understand what he's getting himself into.

It's not your choice to make.

Mrs. Hall, I was rather hoping this might have a drop of whisky in it.

I were rather hoping you'd drink that and then take yourself to bed.

♪ ♪ (mail slot clatters) I know you don't want to go back in there, but you're domesticated.

If I let you out... the world will eat you up.

♪ ♪ (music playing on radio) EVA: When do we put the socks out?

JENNY: The stockings go up tonight.

Right by the fire so Father Christmas can find them when he goes down the chimney.

MRS. HALL: We've midnight mass before then, when we all go to the church and sing together.

TRISTAN: And when we get back, we'll put a mince pie and sherry out, and a carrot for the reindeer.

Will I get presents?

Well, you've been good, haven't you?

Mm... sometimes.

(chuckles) I'm sure that'll be plenty enough.

You know I actually did get a lump of coal one year.

That didn't happen?

EVA: Father Christmas must've thought you'd been very bad.

Oh, he did, he most certainly did.

Not a great deal has changed, to be honest.

Eva, why don't you show Jenny that kitten of yours?

I'll do that.

Any animals in surgery this afternoon?

None.

I'm going around the bend with boredom.

Used to love having your feet up doing nothing.

That's before there was a war to fight.

Mrs. H, have you seen Siegfried this morning?

He's back up at the Major's.

Left about half an hour ago.

Oi, where're you off to?

Sebright Saunders.

See if my brother doesn't need a hand.

Now you hold on a moment!

(inhales sharply) Thank you.

♪ ♪ (changes gear) (horse whinnies) He's certainly traveling over the ground a little easier.

Well, we've managed to reduce the swelling, but we're very much treating the symptom not the cause.

SAUNDERS: The Colonel is grateful for all your hard work, Farnon.

He's had a word with the North Yorkshire Division.

Your lad won't be required for the duration.

He can ignore his call up letter.

SIEGFRIED: Thank you.

Albert.

(River grunting) (River whinnies) He's pulled up.

Hm?

SIEGFRIED: The prognosis isn't good.

I'm afraid it's as I said, the injury is still there.

What this horse really needs is three months' rest and a gradual program of rehabilitation.

Is there nothing you can do for him?

SAUNDERS: I told the Colonel that you'd get him running.

He won't take too kindly to the news that you're pulling him out.

Perhaps we could take away the pain.

We could give him an injection before the race that would allow him to run.

Isn't there a chance you could make the injury worse?

He could break his leg completely.

Thank you, Tristan.

I'm going to be busy here some time, you should go back to the practice.

Siegfried, I don't think... Now, please.

♪ ♪ Tell the Colonel he'll be ready for the starter's tape.

I'm sorry to ask you.

And I know it's unfair.

But he's my little brother.

You understand, don't you?

I'll be there with you, and I'll do everything I can to take away your pain.

JAMES: He looks like he's doing much better now.

I've given him a name.

He's called Toto.

(chuckles) (Toto meows) JAMES: How'd it go with the Major?

Confusing.

Siegfried is determined to let him race.

This is the only one, so you know where to say your goodbyes with Gerald.

(chuckles) Where is everyone?

I thought you were going to invite people.

You didn't give us much notice.

I told Gerald we were having people over.

If it's just us, he'll think...

Think what?

What will he think?

Well, that it's some sort of a ruse.

To what end, one wonders.

You look lovely, Audrey.

It's part of her ruse.

(men chuckling) There is no ruse!

Paws off!

Saving them for someone special?

Don't worry, I've asked Maggie to bring some people over from The Drovers.

Oh, go on then, Triss, I'll have a whiskey.

So what happened with River?

TRISTAN: He broke down.

Siegfried's with him now.

He's talking about giving him an injection to get him through the race.

That doesn't sound very sensible.

He suspects the horse has a stress fracture?

I don't understand why he'd even contemplate letting him run.

I'm as lost as you are.

HELEN: Well, what could be more important to him than the well-being of an animal in his care?

♪ ♪ Of course.

What is it?

He's doing it to keep me back.

(chuckling): What're you talking about?

He's got his old army pal to scupper my enlistment.

He wouldn't.

I guarantee it.

(scoffs) Jim, who's the attending vet at the racecourse?

Norris.

What're you going to do?

(sighs) I'm going to tell him that River is unfit and shouldn't be allowed to run.

♪ ♪ (places glass down) I know.

I know, it's uncomfortable.

But it'll give you some support.

Albert, I've just been putting on this support.

Give it a rest, Farnon.

I'm not sure I like your tone.

River's been pulled from tomorrow's race.

The attending vet received a phone call informing him that my horse was unfit!

You can't think it was me?

I've been doing everything in my power to see that he makes the starter's gate-- against my better judgment, I might add.

Oh, then there must be another vet going by the name of Farnon.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter, music playing) He'll be here.

Any ideas what you might say to him?

I'll be happy to get any words out at all.

(doorbell rings) Evening!

Oh... Good evening, Mr. Dinsdale.

Heard there was a party going.

Thought I'd come for one.

Well, it's more of a gathering, really.

Well, so long as there's ale, you can call it what you like.

(soft chuckle) (indistinct chatter) Not got many takers this year?

Father Christmas is lacking his usual charm.

(sniffling) RICHARD: How many more of these beggars do I have to see?

Well, come in then!

(groans) MRS. PUMPHREY: This one seems happy with you.

He's put on some weight already.

Eva's done a fine job taking care of him.

He's called Toto now.

(chuckles) How's Debbie doing?

MRS. PUMPHREY: Oh, much better.

She's been asleep mostly, waking only to eat, but, uh, I can see she's getting her strength back.

Does that mean Toto will have to go back to his ma soon?

I think Toto's rather enjoying his adventure away with you, wouldn't you agree, Mr. Herriot?

Certainly seems to be.

EVA: I know you're only saying that because you think that looking after the kitten would make me happy.

You're a sharp one, aren't you?

My mum says I should be careful else I cut myself one of these days.

(chuckles) MRS. PUMPHREY: I rather think Toto will be happiest with you.

I'm sure his mother will go back to her roaming ways anyway once she's got her strength back.

(door opens) HELEN: Eva?

There's someone here I think you'd want to meet.

MRS. PUMPHREY: I'll hold him for you.

(meowing) (chuckling): There we are!

(distant music playing) Ready to meet Father Christmas, Eva?

He looks funny.

Right, you coming in or not?

(quietly): Dad!

Be nice!

(radio music playing softly) Think she'll be all right?

It might put her off Christmas for good.

(all laughing) So you've been good then, lass?

Are you the real Father Christmas?

Your beard doesn't look real and I don't think it's very nice to pretend to be someone you're not.

Ah, well, he's a pal of mine and he says it's all right.

You know, if you lie, you get a lump of coal.

Here.

Do you not have any sweets?

RICHARD: No.

I've got an orange.

(stifled laughing) (radio music continues playing softly) Christmas is strange.

(indistinct chatter) (doorbell rings) (indistinct chatter) Don't worry.

I'll get it.

(music continues) (gasps softly) ♪ ♪ You made it.

I said I would.

You did.

I mean, come in, come inside.

Let me get your coat.

(door closes, Rock barks) I'm just, uh, stopping on my way through-- I can't stay.

Go on in.

I'll fix you a drink.

♪ ♪ Shush you.

I'd better get back to the pub.

It'll be anarchy without me there.

Well, Merry Christmas.

Thanks for coming, Maggie.

And thanks for being a good friend.

You too.

♪ ♪ (both chuckle) You're really not going to pounce on me?

No.

I wouldn't do that to you.

Or Arthur.

Aye.

Neither would I.

♪ ♪ (engine stops) (music continues playing, indistinct chatter) (door opens loudly) SIEGFRIED: Tristan!

(exhales) Jenny?

Would you mind taking this to Gerald for me?

And... don't let him leave.

What'll you have me do?

Hobble him?

If that's what it takes.

Here you go.

Thank you.

SIEGFRIED: Tristan?!

So, Hull, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah, Hull... SIEGFRIED (voiceover): You'll call the race course first thing.

You'll admit your mistake and that will be the end of it.

No.

No?

Negative.

Never.

Nah.

"Nah?"

"Nah?"

Yeah, it's Latin for no.

No, it isn't.

There is no Latin word for no.

It needs to be combined with another word... Because that's what's important right now?

TRISTAN: The animal always comes first.

That's what you've drummed into me for the last God knows how many years.

Not in this case it doesn't!

Why, I wonder?

(humorless chuckle) You think I'm stupid, don't you?

Well, we're certainly short of evidence to the contrary.

MRS. HALL: Mr. Farnon, that sort of talk really don't help.

You spoke to the Major, but it wasn't to help my enlistment.

It was to hold me back.

Jenny?

You didn't think I was up to it.

SIEGFRIED: It's not that at all!

It really isn't, love.

You've never believed in me.

God, not this again.

How many times do we have to go through this?!

Triss, just listen to him.

Let him explain.

No!

No, I've heard it all before.

None of it's his fault, I don't know what's good for me, only he does.

Everything I've done was in your best interests.

Well, what about what I wanted?

There was no room for that.

And you never stopped reminding me how much better you were.

A better student, a better vet, a better son, a better man.

You were a perfectly good son.

Mother and father doted on you.

And you resented me for it.

Oh, poppycock!

You'd grown up and left.

I was their new son and you always resented me for it.

I resented you because you were their favorite.

They loved you more than they ever could me, Father especially.

You were this miracle child.

God's gift that they both thought they were far too old to receive.

Of course I resented you for it!

But then they died.

And you were stuck with me.

And I knew I'd never be able to replace the love they gave you.

Especially from Father.

He was your father too.

I never wanted to hold you back, Tristan.

I wanted you to be better than I am.

Just as he did.

You're my little brother.

If anything happened to you, it would be the end for me.

I'd die if I let anything happen to you.

I bloody love you, you damned fool!

(exhales shakily) (inhales, exhales) One of you going to say something?

SIEGFRIED: This came for you this morning.

You're still in a reserved occupation.

You don't have to go.

Yes I do.

If I don't, then...

I've always looked up to you.

(scoffs) I've always wanted to be just like you.

It's far less fun than I make it look, I assure you.

I can't be who I'm supposed to be if you're always there reminding me of who I'm not.

I have to go.

I need to go.

♪ ♪ (softly): I know.

I know you do.

♪ ♪ (inhales) You all right?

Not particularly.

(Richard sighing heavily) I've been practicing the whole day to get it right.

(chuckling): Oh.

(playing "The First Noel") (music fades) Come on then, boy.

(panting, barks) I only wanted to protect him.

To do what's best for him.

That's all I've ever wanted.

Deep down he knows that.

(Eva continues playing piano) (music softly playing) I should've listened to you, Mrs. Hall.

you always seem to know what's best for me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Farnon, I'm sorry.

But I've got to go.

♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ Gerald?

Are you all right, Mrs. H?

Mmmm!

(quietly): Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

(exhales) (breathing heavily) He's gone.

(door opens, closes) Gerald?

♪ ♪ You came back.

I picked up the wrong coat.

Oh...

But I'm glad I did.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ It's Christmas!

It's Christmas!

(both chuckling) Merry Christmas.

EVA: Everyone wake up!

♪ ♪ (chuckles) ♪ ♪ He's been!

Now, Eva, it's traditional in this house to wait until after... Let's forget about tradition this year, shall we?

HELEN: Oh, what have you got then?

(items jingling) There's no coal at least.

Well that's because you've been so good.

Do you not like what Father Christmas has brought you?

No.

I do.

(quietly): Mrs. Hall?

A little something from all of us.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ MRS. HALL: They're not exactly like Dorothy's magic shoes, but I've done my best.

Well, try them on then.

Come here.

♪ ♪ Don't they look marvelous?

First class job, Mrs. Hall.

There's no place like home.

(all laughing) They don't work.

Why're you all looking at me?

I'll go.

Not hungry this morning?

He should go back to be with his mother.

She doesn't say it, but I think Mrs. Pumphrey would like that, too.

Families should be together.

You know, it's all right to be upset.

You're allowed to miss home.

You're allowed to cry.

You're all so nice.

But we're not them.

Are you sad your brother's going?

I'm very sad indeed.

You're allowed to cry too.

Even though you're a grown up.

(softly): Thank you for reminding me.

(clinking glass) Well, firstly, thank you, Mrs. Hall, for managing to make so much with so little.

Um...

I'm not well practiced at being serious.

Maybe I should try for a change.

Christmas is a time for family-- those that are here, and especially those who are not.

All of us are missing someone.

Most we'll see another time.

Others we won't.

I want to remember them, and give thanks to those who filled the hole they left behind.

Especially my brother, who made a promise to our dying father that he would take care of me, make sure I was properly educated, and that I would make something of myself.

So he was in for a hiding from the outset.

(chuckling) It wasn't that bad.

No, it definitely was.

But he never gave up on me.

No matter how much I wished he would.

And I certainly gave him enough reason to.

Lesser men would've thrown in the towel but he didn't.

And I want to thank him for it.

I love you, Siegfried.

♪ ♪ So...

I guess the only thing left to say is Merry Bloody Christmas.

ALL: Merry Bloody Christmas!

(chuckling) ♪ ♪ You make sure you keep looking after that little kitten before he goes home, won't you, Eva?

You look after yourself too.

(car door closes) (keys jingling) Here.

That car is my pride and joy.

She's in safe hands.

Bye, Triss.

♪ ♪ See you, pal.

You take care of yourself.

You too.

I'll make sure I write and tell you all about it.

(sniffles) MRS. HALL: Make sure you do write to let us know how you're getting on.

I will.

Take care of my brother for me, won't you?

Well, as much as he'll allow.

♪ ♪ (taps car) Time to go.

♪ ♪ (engine starts) ♪ ♪ (car doors close) ♪ ♪ TRISTAN: I can probably manage from here.

No, I'll see you on.

You've done enough.

Right.

All right.

Right, well, um... just don't do anything stupid, promise me?

I promise I won't disgrace the family name.

No, Tristan, just bloody well listen to me for once-- don't do anything stupid.

Do you hear?

Promise me?

And break the habit of a lifetime?

(train whistle blares) (clears throat) I suppose this is it.

♪ ♪ Are, are we're huggers now?

Yes, we bloody well are.

I'm so damn proud of you.

♪ ♪ (train whistle blares) I've got to go.

Go.

Go on.

Go.

(pats shoulder) You've got your ticket?

I don't need one.

What'd you mean you don't need one?

Oh, and I'm sorry about the tab.

Tab, what tab?

I might've racked up a not entirely insignificant bill at The Drovers.

What?

Is that why you're going?

A bar bill?!

Tristan?!

Tristan!

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