Valco. Serves you right. I'm nervous.
Am I allowed to say hello to my children?
Can she stop that now? Valco!
Red-hot deals. Offers on everything from booze to biscuits.
Loads of two for ones.
Fresh produce. Delivered daily. Am I getting paid for this?
When is lunch? Don't forget the Valco tick.
No.
Serves you right.
Valco! Serves you right!
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# Good King Wenceslas last looked out
# On the feast of Stephen
# When the snow lay round about
# Deep and crisp and even
# Brightly shone the moon that night... #
Don't. I can't.
Stop it. I am gonna piss myself.
This is sexy. Look at your ears!
Oh, look at them, Julie.
Christmas Eve, and they can't fill their trolleys fast enough.
Thank God the staff are on fire.
It's amazing what the promise of a Christmas party
and a free bar can do. You are spoiling them this year, Gavin.
I know, but I can't help myself. Look at their little faces.
This is what Christmas is all about, really.
Margaret, other way around. Turn the sign.
I can't wait for the party, man.
The last Christmas party I went to,
I got so drunk, I threw up in my own hands.
It was hilarious.
I can't wait either.
Hey... Look at this.
It's my party shirt, for the party.
It's a fish.
It's really bright...
Yeah, thanks. Do you want to hear my speech for the party?
Er... You don't need a speech for a party. Yeah, you do.
I have been to a party. Everybody does a speech about my nana.
Your nana? Yeah.
Hang on. This party you went to...
Was it after your nana's funeral? Yeah.
Listen, Julie, by all means feel free to say no...
I could never say no to you, Gavin.
I am just wondering if you would like to come to mine
for Christmas dinner tomorrow? Me?!
Come to yours?
To your house?
Actually inside this time?!
Yes, isn't it boring? I would love to, I would love to!
Oh, that's - I would love to, love to, love to, love to...
I'd love to, love to, love to.
Never shagged an elf before.
And you never will if you don't shut up.
All right. Don't get your tights in a twist!
You're an idiot!
You don't have to cook tomorrow. It's fine.
My nan can do it. She is fine
as long as she doesn't stand up for too long.
But I want to cook it.
But, Lisa, you have never cooked anything before.
Are you sure you want to cook a full Christmas dinner? Of course I do.
Anything for my elf.
I'm going to be your domestic goddess.
Oh, yes.
Ooh, lucky old Colin, eh?
Wish I had a domestic goddess to go home to.
Or just a woman. Yeah, well, got to up my game.
Caught him knocking one out to Nigella's Christmas yesterday.
Oh, well, we've all been there.
Yes, a remarkable lady.
If that's what he likes, that's what he's going to get.
A proper Nigella. Or a Hairy Biker?
# Jesus, the saviour, is born #
- All right, boys. Break time. - Yes!
And don't run!
Oh, isn't it wonderful?
All that Christmas cheer.
All those smiling faces
sprinkled with the magic dust of Christmas joy.
It certainly does make all the hard work really worthwhile.
So, what do you do the rest of the year?
I mean, there can't be much more dressing-up work out there?
Dressing up?
Oh...
Now, what would I know about dressing up?
No, once tonight is over, it is straight back to the North Pole.
Start work on next year's toys.
Yeah, course you will...
Oh, can you believe we get to be elves?! Mate, we look like twats.
Do you think Santa will take us to the North Pole
to help out in the toy factory? Yeah, probably...
What are you dressed as? Bellends? It's what your mam likes me to wear.
Something funny?
No, sir. Sorry, sir. Good!
Whoa!
Leighton, what was that? I didn't want any trouble.
You can't have that, Leighton!
Now I'm gonna go smack them about a bit. No, don't mess with the Scouts!
You what? It's my golden rule. Take it from the Beaver.
You do not mess with the Scouts.
What about you? Got anything special planned for tomorrow?
I shall be coming into quite a bit of money over Christmas.
Oh, another kidney? No, no, I've got to hold onto that one.
I'm having a flutter on it being a white Christmas.
The weather says it's going to rain.
That's why the odds are so good. 20 to 1.
How much have you put on this bet? £1,000.
That's a lot of money. Yes, it is a lot, isn't it?
Luckily, there are some very friendly lenders on the estate.
We managed to scrape it all together.
Helen... What brings you all the way to Warrington?
Let me show you through to the office.
Widnes branch is in meltdown. Manager lost it with a customer.
Well, it happens to us all. A few seconds ago, I was a red mist.
Couldn't control himself. Bit the customer.
Mistletoe and Wine! Mike Sull?
That's why I'm here. Mike's position needs filling,
and I've heard good stuff about Julie.
If it's OK by you, I'm going to ask her to step in. Who's Julie?!
We would need her for Boxing Day. Can't let the place run rudderless.
Not after a biting.
No, of course not.
Well um... It will be a big loss, but um...
Yes. You should absolutely ask her.
She would be perfect.
Brilliant.
Oh... Nice hat!
Please could I have my hat back? Take it off me.
No, you're all right. It's yours now.
I'm not having that!
No, no, Colin, don't. I'm just going to give them a little kicking, man.
No, don't mess with the Scouts!
Mike Sull?! A biter?!
I mean, we've all thought about doing it,
but to actually go through with it...
Long story short, his job is yours if you want it.
Me? Managing Widnes?
Not a bad branch, Julie. Up-and-coming.
You could make it your own. Yes, I know, but...
I-I couldn't possibly leave here.
Gavin couldn't cope.
He said it wouldn't be a problem. Did he?
Well, I am sure he is only saying that.
It's his way.
Strong on the outside. Doesn't let his feelings ooze out.
Like a creme egg.
Are you saying no? I'm afraid so.
Gavin needs me.
Right. Well, it's your decision. If you don't -
Not just professionally, either.
Gavin and I have always had a very close personal bond.
I really should be getting on.
It's like we share the same mind. The same feelings.
Dubai, Monday, 33 degrees.
Tuesday, 33 degrees.
Wednesday, 33 degrees.
Thursday... Have a guess.
33 degrees?
No. 32. But that's still well hot.
Just think, this time tomorrow, you will be slaving over a stove,
and I will be on a beach drinking cocktails. No, you won't.
Because you can't drink in public in Dubai. It's against the law.
Are you telling me I can't even have a cocktail on the beach?
Afraid not. But at least you won't get drunk
and cop off with Neville again.
We don't talk about that night, Sue!
Friday... 33 degrees.
Yes!
Eh? Spice up your life. Eh?!
Do you get it?
Yeah. Good one...
Prick.
I don't see a man. I see a way of life.
The Gavin Strong way.
I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about him.
I really have to -
It must have been so hard for him. All those years...
To do his job, all the while desperate to take me in his arms
and confess his true feelings for me.
Oh, no. What happened?
The Scouts, man. They did something.
No, no, it's OK.
Look at what they did to my arm, Leighton!
Ooh, Chinese burn with traces of Indian burn, too.
I have never seen one like it. They seemed to come from nowhere.
I tried to warn you. You don't mess with the Scouts!
No! Oh, no, what are you doing?
No. They started this, but I am going to finish it.
You don't know what you're saying. It's the burn - It's war!
We are going to take these Scouts down.
Every last one of them.
Yeah!
You might want to watch it there. It's slippy.
It's happening. Can you believe it? You like the snow, do you?
That is not snow. That is money falling from the sky.
Excuse me.
All right, Neville? Mike, I'm surprised to see you.
Ian, this is my old best friend Mike.
The one who ran off with your wife? Yes. Yes... So...
What brings you here, my amigo?
Vanessa has sent me out to get the Christmas dinner stuff.
You know what she's like. I was married to her for 20 years, until...
Nev, do you know where the nut roast would be?
Yes, of course. Follow me.
Nut roast? You've not gone veggie, have you?
No, your Alice has. It happened after she got back from India.
She went to India?!
Oh, she never mentioned it. Lucky you.
She has been banging on to me about it for months.
Oh, my God. Geri?
It is, isn't it? Yeah.
I'm a massive fan. I have got all of your albums.
Except your solo ones. Oh... Cheers.
I can't believe you're here. In Valco.
I mean... God... I used to worship you.
I had the Union Jack dress and everything.
I wanted to be just like you.
It's always nice to meet a fan.
I dyed my hair ginger. Even downstairs.
Oh... Great.
It ended up getting me expelled, though.
This lad called me 'Fanta pants', so I smacked him in the face.
Girl power.
Girl power...
Oh, do be careful, madam.
Ah, Julie... We are all out of grit and the snow is settling.
I know, but we need more. A man has just slipped by the Henry Helicopter.
What about salt? Great thinking.
Grab as many value drums as you can and just start sprinkling.
Oh, and congratulations, by the way.
I am sure you will make Widnes a roaring success.
Widnes? Oh, God no. I turned them down.
Turned them down?! But why?
Because, silly, I've got everything I need here.
Doing Christmas dinner, then? Yeah.
Me, too. You've forgot your spuds.
Do you want someone to get them for you?
I don't eat carbs.
Pasta, rice, potatoes.
You do know chips come from potatoes, right?
Yeah... So, you don't eat chips?
No. It's how I stay in shape.
No carbs at all. Especially chips.
Wow. No carbs.
I might give that a go myself.
After I've finished these off.
Oh, and these.
Do you want one?
No, I'm all right, thanks.
So, is that clear, boys? We ambush them.
We take as many as we can,
we kick the crap out of them.
Any questions? Why we going to beat up a load of kids?
Because they're little shits. But why do we have to?
They haven't done anything to us. You reckon?
They called you two a pair of knobheads. What?
I didn't want to say, but they said you were a big pair of knobheads.
The absolute nerve! What gives them the right?
We are just two guys trying to sell fish.
Why do they have to say things like that? Hurtful things.
I know. I know. They don't even know us.
So, this is why we have got to teach them a lesson.
OK? So, basically... Arghh!
Retreat! Retreat!
Had better get some aspirin for Vanessa's neck.
Is she still getting that? Yeah, she's always joking about it.
'Got rid of one pain in the neck, why can't I get rid of this one?'
Still got that wicked sense of humour.
You should get her to the chiropractor.
That used to sort her out.
She would see him three, four times a week. Really?
Yes. He would give her quite the workout.
On her back. Flip her over onto her front.
Bending her this way and that.
You... You were the chiropractor, weren't you?
Sorry, mate. Water under the bridge.
Right. Next up... Paxo.
These shoes are killing me. Do you mind if I go and have a coffee?
No, no. You carry on.
I shall... I shall carry on here.
One all.
Giblets.
What the...?
The toughest houses are the modern ones. No chimneys.
Of course they are.
The trouble I have getting presents down those. Except you don't.
Who do you think delivers Christmas presents, then? The Easter Bunny?
Nobody frigging does!
There's no need to fight Santa. Shut up!
You are not Santa.
You are a bloke, in a beard,
who is getting paid five pounds an hour to PRETEND to be Santa
to a bunch of kids!
Have you got a minute, Margaret? I need your help.
Of course, love. What is it?
I promised Colin I would cook Christmas dinner,
but I haven't got a clue what I'm doing.
You must have done loads of them before, cos you're old.
Yeah, I have. Hmm... Where to start, though?
Do you want turkey? I was thinking turkey, yeah.
Or burgers.
Merry Christmas!
Oh, you've got snow on you.
I'm sure that once she's thought about it, she'll change her mind.
See, the thing about Julie is she lacks confidence.
I think in her mind,
she thinks she doesn't have what it takes to be a manager. Without me.
I will give her a pep talk.
All right, then. Thanks, Helen.
Merry Christmas, Mr Snowman!
Ah, here she is... The wonderful Julie Cook.
My Christmas cracker!
Oh, Gavin.
Now, listen, about you turning down this Widnes job.
Oh, it isn't - I think I really know what is going on.
You do? I do. And I think we need to talk about this, don't we?
Yes. Yes, I suppose we do.
So, why don't you pop by my office when we're done here,
and then finally we can have a proper chat about it.
Just the two of us.
I will see you later.
Have a great Christmas.
Give love to my kids. Yeah, been great seeing you.
Yeah, you too, mate.
You are a good friend, Neville. I don't know why she ever left you.
Oh, yes I do. Guilty as charged!
God, it's really coming down.
Still got the snow, Neville.
Still got the snow!
Guys, I really don't think we should be doing this.
Of course we should. They're only little. It's the Scouts!
You don't know what they're capable of.
I saw them hang this one guy off a tree branch. He was there all night.
Was this guy you? Yeah.
The Fire Brigade had to come and cut me out of my backpack.
Leighton, you have let the Scouts push you around.
This is your chance to get some payback!
Colin, they are dangerous. Leighton!
If you can't do this for yourself...
do it for the backpack.
It was a good backpack. And they ruined it.
I mean, once the straps were cut, it wouldn't stay on.
I loved that backpack!
Yes, Leighton! I'm not going to be pushed around any more.
Let it out, fella! Let's get them!
Yes! We've got a war to win!
Right, synchronise watches.
Just got to wait for the little B to catch up with the big B.
Yes!
What about now? I'm not checking the flight every 10 seconds.
If it was cancelled, it would say 'cancelled.'
Sorry.
No, you're right. It will be fine.
So, are you coming to the party tonight, Linda?
I don't suppose you want to save me a dance? It's not going to happen.
Absolutely.
What's it saying now? I'm not looking.
Just look. No. Just look! No.
Sue! Linda!
(It's quiet.)
(It's too quiet, man.) What?
I said, it's too quiet, man. Yeah, right. It is.
Stop! What is it? It's a woggle.
What's a...? (What's a woggle?)
It's what Scouts use to fasten their neckerchiefs.
It's still warm.
Right, deploy at once.
We must be getting close. I can feel it.
Right... Ray, snowballs.
Yes! Don't say 'yes'. Where are the snowballs?
You're a...
Charge!
Take cover!
I'm hit, I'm hit. Give him space! Give him space!
They got me in the balls. I don't think I can go on.
You can't give up. Don't go dying on me!
Ah! What did you do that for? Sorry, I thought you were going to die.
So you thought you'd slap me in the face?!
I've already been hit in the balls, man. I said I'm sorry.
Hey, boys. I've got us a hostage.
I'm sorry about earlier.
I shouldn't have lost it like that.
I'm just not a fan of this whole Santa Claus thing.
It brings back memories. What sort of memories?
When I was eight, I asked Santa for a Dukes of Hazard Scalextric car.
It never came.
Oh, dear. Well, you never know.
Perhaps if you are a good boy, Santa will bring you one this year.
You can't get them any more. Not even on eBay.
That's no reason to take it out on you, though.
I'm sorry. Well, good.
I shall take you off the naughty list.
Seriously, you are going to have to stop doing that.
It is really annoying.
Here I am.
Ah, good. Why don't you take a seat, Julie,
and let's have that little chat, shall we?
That can wait.
Some things are more important.
We make a good team, don't we, Julie?
We are the best, Gavin.
The best. But can you really say that you are happy
with us just being manager and deputy manager?
Because honestly, I am not.
No, you're right. I think we have both know that for some time.
Do you want to get that?
But what I want to know is, where do we go from here?
There is nothing worse than looking back in 20 years' time
and regretting an opportunity to be happy.
I don't want that. I really don't.
Sometimes, when something is there to be taken,
you've just got to think, 'What the hell', and grab it.
Now, you are a remarkable woman, Julie.
Oh, Gavin, I am so glad you want this, too.
I think we might have got our wires crossed a bit here, Julie.
What? But you said...
What about 'grabbing what you want'?
I was talking about the Widnes job.
What did you think I was talking about?
I thought you wanted... me.
Stupid idiot, Julie!
Stupid bloody idiot!
I usually have granules. They're dead easy.
You just have to boil a kettle and add water.
Bloody hell. Kettle. Water.
And you put the boiling water actually inside the kettle?
No, you put cold water in and boiling water comes out.
Why don't you just put boiling water in, then it'll be done?
Right, moving on.
Well, yes, Martin. I can see that.
It's coming down in great drifts as we speak.
But closing the store early... We haven't done that
since that customer died. And that was only five minutes early.
It's Christmas Eve!
Fine. Yes. I'll let the staff and the customers know straight away.
Yes, Martin. And to you. Yes, have a good one. Yeah.
This is an important customer announcement.
Due to adverse weather conditions, this store will be closing
in five minutes. Please make your way to the tills.
Thank you. Get out of my way!
Oi!
Yes. Thanks again to all of you.
Really smashing work.
Got everything? Passport? Tickets?
Yeah, Mum sorted all that stuff out.
Seriously? Sun cream? I want to be ready for landing.
In Dubai. Did I tell you I'm going to Dubai?
Yes!
Ice cube down the back.
What are you going to do to me? What's your name, kid?
Not saying. Cut his fingers off.
What? It's Maurice. My name's Maurice.
I can see that. You can tell by his hair.
Right, Maurice. What have you got planned after the snowballs?
I don't know. They don't tell me anything. Honest.
They're all mean to me. I can't help it, can I?
Bluffing! He's bluffing. Leighton said he'd do this.
He's sneaky. He's tricky.
Stop lying. You're getting on my tits, Maurice.
One time, they hung me up on a washing line.
Liar. Let's see how you lie with no fingers, Maurice.
No, no. I believe him.
I can see it in his eyes. Untie him, Colin.
He's one of us.
Right. OK.
Yes. Let's party!
Come on, Gav. Where's the coach? A slight problem with that.
It would appear our coach has hit some black ice and run aground.
We're getting taxis, then? Unfortunately, um...
The road is now completely out of bounds.
Even emergency vehicles can't get through.
And that's the same all along the ring road.
What are you telling me? Let's not shoot the messenger.
But you're all going to have to stay here a while longer.
How long? Until the gritters get through.
I'm afraid we're completely snowed in.
No! Oh, my God, please open the door. I could walk it.
I know I could do it. Just let me try.
Just let me try!
It's over, Linda. It's over. No!
Right, boys. Something's not right here.
Sorry we were so hard on you. It's all right.
Sometimes it's hard to see the man behind the uniform.
Seriously, boys. Listen.
What? Where is everybody?
I'm scared. Me too.
Thank God! It's Gavin. You haven't seen a boy scout anywhere?
Very worried man thinks one of them might have got snowed in here.
Snowed in? Oh, yes. God knows when we'll get out.
Excuse me, sir?
Jesus Christ Superstar! You got him?
He was our hostage. Yeah, it was sort of a game.
A game where you take a child prisoner?
What were you thinking? Sorry, Gavin.
I don't know where to start. Not sure there are
internal disciplinary measures for holding a scout against their will.
You're in big trouble, all of you.
Wait. It was my fault, really.
I got lost and they made up a game to keep me from worrying.
They were trying to get me back to my troop.
Were we? Yeah. Yeah, we were.
Oh, I see. Well, thanks for telling me, um... sonny.
His name's Maurice. You can tell by his hair. Oh.
I suppose I owe you an apology for jumping to conclusions.
Too bloody right you do. Apology accepted.
Right. Maurice. Do you know your mummy and daddy's phone number?
Let's let them know you're safe.
Nice one, Maurice.
Oh, it's not good. It's not good at all.
Just have to stay calm. I should be in China by now.
Oh. Not good at all.
I'm sorry. I just can't do this.
There's too much stuff to cook
and you have to use like kettles, and science and shit.
It's fine. It's fine. My nan can do it.
She cooks the birds the way I like them anyway.
So poomm!
Some domestic goddess I turned out to be.
What's this all about?
I thought you'd like it if I was more like Nigella.
You know, after I caught you... watching her.
I wasn't knocking one out over her cooking.
That's why every bloke likes her. The perfect woman.
Cook in the kitchen, whore in the bedroom.
The only thing I like about Nigella are those cracking tits.
And they haven't got a patch on yours. Look at those.
Oh, come here, you silver-tongued bastard.
Look at you all, sat about like great lumps of Christmas pudding.
We'd just rather all not be here.
Well, neither would I. But that's no reason to be moody Marys.
We've got a kid here. We should make it special for him.
It's like that saying. If God gives you lemons, make oranges.
Hear, hear. Though it's actually lemonade.
So why don't we do something about it?
Like what? Well, we've a shop full of food
and... an empty kitchen and lots of hungry people.
Margaret, are you saying we should make some dinner?
Oh, that's a brilliant idea! Yeah, let's cook Christmas dinner.
That's the spirit. Yes.
# Snow is falling... #
Hang on. That's only 5.3. Nah.
Lisa, where's the trolley? I don't know.
God bless us, everyone.
Has everybody got a cracker?
Yeah. Sorry they're the no-nonsense stock.
It's all I had left.
Well, happy Christmas and happy crack-crack.
They never go, do they? Right, I may as well go first.
How do you make a hormone?
By giving her a...
I can't possibly read that out.
Is everything all right? You're not thinking about earlier on?
I don't want to talk about it.
It was nothing. Come on. Listen, put your paper crown on
and get into the spirit. No!
Yeah, cheer up, Julie. Get your hat on.
Come on, Julie.
Shut up, Gavin! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
You can't just break my heart and then expect me to slap a smile on!
Come on, Julie. We can get past this.
It was only a kiss.
Not to me it wasn't.
Because I love you, Gavin. I've always loved you.
I love your punctuality.
I love your brute strength.
I love your laissez-faire attitude.
You're everything to me, Gavin.
Please, Julie, not in front of the children.
It's all right. I've nearly finished.
I just need to let you know that I'm leaving.
It's better than sharing an office with the man who destroyed my world.
Bloody hell.
Keep drinking. Drink, drink.
Keep drinking. Where's Santa?
You. Have you seen Santa? He said he had work to do.
He's robbing the store as we speak. I knew it! The thieving ratbag.
Stupid, stupid door! Julie?
Hey, hey!
Neville, you haven't seen Julie anywhere, have you?
Why? You gonna snog her again? Yes, just saw her leaving.
What? She's left the store? In this weather?
You'd better get out there after her.
It's freezing, Gavin. She's probably dead.
I can't bloody believe it. Right. Well, there's no management.
You know what that means, don't you?
Party!
Get in. Get in.
Ow!
Julie!
No, you don't.
Julie!
There you are, you thieving...
No, watch first.
What... What are you doing?
Julie!
Yes! Yes, down in one!
What are you doing? Trying to go home.
What does it look like?
Oh, dear.
Listen, Julie, I know you're angry,
but I want you to understand why I'm doing this.
Fine. Go ahead. I think you're amazing, Julie.
Oh, Gavin, don't! No, really, you are.
I don't know how I'll cope without you.
But I just don't love you, Julie. I wish I did, but I don't.
And you deserve better than that. Oh, please stop.
No, no. I won't. See, I remember what it feels like
knowing that you're not truly loved.
See, Barbara, she never shared the same feelings as I did,
and... and it hurt.
Every day. And I could never do that to you.
I've been such an idiot.
Not at all. You're a wonderful woman, Julie.
There's another Gavin out there for you. Just go and find him.
Oh, thank you, Gavin.
It looks like I'll have to try and find him down at the Job Centre.
Not necessarily. Come on. Let's get you in the warm.
Look who I found hanging around!
Julie, do you want a dance?
Go on, then.
Gavin? Are you and Julie splitting up?
In a way, Leighton, yes. Yes, we are.
It's not my fault, is it? No.
Oh, OK. It's nothing to do with you.
OK, good. Because when my dad left, he said it was definitely my fault.
100%. So I just thought I'd check I hadn't done it again.
Oh, Leighton.
Come here.
Thanks, Gavin.
All right...
Reindeer.
I know I have not always been the warmest of people.
But I'm going to miss you all. My Valco family.
I couldn't wish for a better family than you lot.
You were there for me when the bastard left.
Not like my real family.
In some ways, you people are my only friends in the world.
Lisa, I'll miss your no-nonsense attitude to customer service.
Till's closed, you twat.
Linda and Sue, I'll miss your bright, smiling faces
being the first thing I see every morning when I come in.
But there's one man I'm going to miss the most.
Gavin.
Gavin bloody Strong.
Oh, come on, Julie, hold it together.
You'd been a rock to me, Gavin. Julie Cook, everyone!
The best deputy manager Valco ever had.
And soon to be the best manager the Widdnes branch has ever seen!
Oh, Gavin, you didn't? I did.
Oh, Gavin, thank you.
I don't believe it. I'm going to be a manager.
And I can't believe I've got to do all this without you.
Yous two are stood underneath the mistletoe.
So we are. Oh, go on, you two. Kiss.
No, no, no. We're not doing that.
Well, it is a Christmas tradition. We wouldn't want to let anyone down.
Do it, mate.
Do it! Do it!
I'm sorry. I just had to see what it was like.
You lot! The gritters are here! It's stopped snowing!
I found this in the staff room. It's addressed to you.
Cheers. "Dear Ian, sorry it's late."
Is this a joke? Nothing to do with me, mate.
Thank you. Sorry I was a bit of a shit.
He was Santa.
He was actually Santa.
Ah, it appears to have stopped snowing.
I was rather banking on it still snowing at midnight.
You still get your money, though, cos it's a white Christmas.
Only if it snows at midnight. Snow on the ground doesn't count.
Still plenty of time, though. Not now. It's raining.
Oh, well. Can't be helped.
Poor sod.
Go on.
Merry Christmas, Neville.
Every bloody year.
Can I... Can I take your case?
Maurice, come on!
Hey, there you go, Maurice. Thanks.
Have a lovely Christmas. And you.
Keep in touch. Yeah, maybe we could all meet up again.
A bit weird. Yeah, you're right.
Come on, please, Maurice. Don't let those scamps push you around.
Let's get you out of this place. You wait in the car mum.
There's just one thing I have to do. He's coming back!
Hey!
Ow!
Scouts forever! I don't understand.
I can't believe you fell for it. Never trust a scout.
I'll find you! I'll cut your fingers off, Maurice!
Seven years... in a box.
Goodbye, Gavin.
Goodbye, Julie.
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