Home for Christmas Casualty

-You are allowed to have some fun, Connie.

-Is that right, muscles?

-I am not Matilda's father.

-We need to talk about this. Cal.

That looks painful.

Olivia means everything to me.

Do you really think I would let something happen to her?

Go on, Jacob!

My work here is done.

So I lose Matilda

and now I find out my mum is not my real mum.

You should talk to your brother.

Ethan?

What if he's not my brother?

# Ding dong merrily on high

# In heaven, the bells are ringing

# Ding dong verily the sky

# Is riven with angels singing

# Gloria... #

# The boys of the NYPD choir

# Were singing Galway Bay

# And the bells were ringing out

# On Christmas Day... #

Merry Christmas! Yo-ho-ho.

Noel. Are we short-staffed?

Eh?

-We short?

-Erm, no.

Jacob.

Er, Jacob.

Yo.

What does a 22-year-old girl want for Christmas?

Er, me?

Steady on, that's my baby girl you're talking about.

I didn't know you had a baby?

-Metaphysically.

-Metaphorically.

What is?

The Christmas spirit is in me!

This place will not get rid of that.

There's a misguided sentiment if ever I heard one.

Ah, Dr Keogh.

What do you think I should I get Honey?

She really liked the snow globe last year - I need to top that.

If I were you, I would buy myself some noise-cancelling headphones.

Ooh!

Doctor.

Oi, give that here.

Give it here. What you doing?

Oh, you filthy minx. Go on.

Hypothetical question time.

Is that a new TV show?

Very good.

Your birth mum.

If someone said, "I can track her down,"

would you want them to?

Well, putting aside the fact that she did abandon me,

she is the only person in the world that can answer all my questions.

I guess the important question is -

is it better to live in ignorance or know the truth, no matter how

hard it might be to hear?

Sorry, I drifted off in the middle of all that.

Ah.

That's her address.

What?

How did you get this?

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.

When you get to my age,

you tend to have a heap of favours you can call in.

Emily.

Emily Groom. That's her name, Emily Groom?

I am your secret Santa.

Well, I should go and see her.

Cal, it's Christmas Eve. You think that's a good idea?

What time do you get off?

Any second now.

TV ON IN BACKGROUND

DOORBELL RINGS

-MUFFLED:

-# Silent night

# Holy night

# All is calm

# All is bright

# Round yon virgin mother and child

# Holy infant so tender and mild

# Sleep in heavenly... #

Go away!

Go on.

You two-timing little...

Do I have to blow my whistle?

Look, Charlie,

you found her for me, now I need a bit of moral support.

This is not moral support. This is kidnap.

OK, look.

Today, I will see my real mum for the first time.

Today, I will find out if my brother is actually my real brother.

Now, are you telling me that you don't want to be there for me,

Saint Charlie Fairhead of Holby?

Yes!

Come on, then. Let's go.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Damn, Lofty, I thought you'd be a Christmas person.

I am. I love Christmas. It's my favourite day of the year.

Chocolate for breakfast. Pyjamas all day. What's not to love?

-So?

-He's working.

Well, some of us have to. I am as well.

Robbie!

Now, tell me you've got the Christmas vibe?

Are you kidding me?

It's 12 hours till Christmas - I'm doing everything

I can to stop myself from grinning.

Let it out, girl, let it out!

It's Christmas!

You're on shift tomorrow.

Nope, I've got Wizard Of Oz in the morning,

then all the Toy Stories, then I'm saving the best till last...

Elf!

"Santa!"

You are, Robyn. You're working.

-No...

-Yes.

-No, I put a holiday form in.

-You did.

-And you approved it.

-I did, but I thought it was weird.

Why?

Cos it's for next Christmas.

Oh, man.

What's that?

Free gift.

I'll put it up in my flat.

You'll have to chop the top off.

Oh, yeah.

What you doing?

-Seeing what your letter is.

-Yeah, well, I scrunched it up,

which means it's not to be read!

-A disciplinary?

-It won't be the first time, thank you.

Right, just apologise and that'll go in your favour.

I did nothing wrong.

Apart from barging in to her work

and accusing her missus of child abuse.

Mm, yeah, apart from that, nothing.

Nikki hurt that child. I am not apologising, end of.

Sorcha, what are you doing?!

Sorcha?!

Sorcha?

George. George, it's Dad.

Can you open the door for me, mate?

I'm not allowed!

George? What are you doing up there, son?

Get off the roof.

Christmas is cancelled!

What is happening here, George? Why have you and your mum gone mad?

I'm not mad!

No, I didn't mean like that, I meant angry.

George, please just get off the roof before you kill yourself.

I'm helping Mum cancel Christmas.

Yeah. Why is she cancelling Christmas?

Because of that tart you work with.

I've literally no idea what you're on about.

Who's a tart?

-You are.

-I haven't done anything.

I swear to God, if you don't get back in that car

and drive away, I will not be held responsible for my actions.

Sorcha, sweetheart, I swear on our child's life,

I haven't done anything.

Get away! You...

Sorcha... Just get him off the roof!

George?

George?!

PHONE BLEEPS

Who's that?

Robyn.

Have you given in your Secret Santa present yet?

Well, I got you so it's going to be a pint and some peanuts.

Very festive.

I know what you could do for me.

I'm not apologising.

Don't have to mean it.

Just don't lose your job because you're too proud to say sorry.

This has got nothing to do with pride!

Go on, for me.

Secret Santa?

Not listening. Not listening!

Noel?

What's happened here?

Someone's nicked me baubles again.

I only left it for a minute!

This is hard enough to get right as it is. Can you please be vigilant?

I hate to tell you this, Jack,

but no-one cares.

-George.

-Just let me finish it.

I was being silly, love.

You don't have to take the decorations down. Come back in.

I have to finish it!

Dad didn't know who you were talking about.

He was lying, love.

-Why?

-Because that's what people do when they have affairs.

Look,

this is dangerous. Just...

Just get back inside, OK?

SHE SCREAMS

Mum!

I need a moment.

Mum? Mum! Mum? Mum!

No, don't touch her.

If she's hurt her neck, you might kill her.

Do you know how to call an ambulance?

Do you know your exact address?

Well, go on, lad. I'll take care of her, go on.

I was enjoying the show. You had to spoil it, eh?

-GLASS BREAKS

-Ohhh! Ohh...

HE GROANS

-Hey, you.

-Hey, you.

Looking forward to Christmas?

Oh, yeah, a double shift on a day when there are no GPs or dentists?

Can't wait.

Me, I'm out for drinks with the lads. Age-old tradition.

So expect a couple of saucy texts later.

Apologies in advance.

Enjoy.

Thank you. Merry Christmas!

Yeah, merry Christmas.

You having misgivings about the band six promotion?

That's it. You've hit the nail on the head.

Well, don't worry. That's a good thing.

No. It's because we're working Christmas!

Me too.

We can be miserable together.

I loathe Christmas.

You know, my first dog, Mabel - lovely old thing, deaf as a post -

she ate ten bars of chocolate, died Christmas Day.

Great. Thanks for that.

I tell you what, why don't you join me for my Christmas tradition?

Hiding all the batteries?

Spoiling the punchline to all the Christmas cracker jokes?

No! Don't be facetious. You'll enjoy it.

What's your earliest memory, Charlie?

These days, I'm happy if I can remember what I had for breakfast.

I don't know.

I don't know if this is a memory or

whether it's just

one of those stories that I've been told

so often that I think I remember it, do you know?

Mmm.

In my pram...

..on a high street,

and there was a wasp.

Now, my mum was terrified of wasps, so she ran away.

And I remember seeing her running through the shoppers.

I'm guessing she came back, though.

Yeah.

Lots of kisses and cuddles.

What's yours?

Well, it was Ethan.

But...

But he was in his pram, erm...

I remember singing to him with my mum. London Bridge.

Was?

Yeah.

It's like you said,

it's hard to know when your mind's playing tricks on you.

I remember this house, Charlie.

OK.

Right, I need one more minute.

Then I'll be ready.

Sure.

Here we go, lovely. Pain relief will kick in in a minute.

Do you know if your mum is allergic to any medicines?

Right, I'll be off then.

Thanks for your help.

Lucky you were passing.

I'm their neighbour.

You live round here?

Yes. I'm the Duke of Holby.

See you.

Can he stay with me?

Sir, can you come with us in the ambulance?

What for?

Lad's terrified. Look at his mum.

Which hospital?

Holby City.

Ohh! That'd be right.

Mum got a message from another lady

and she started to get really angry. I've never seen her angry before.

I used to get angry, especially in primary school.

They tried to give me tablets but I don't like tablets

so mum would buy a bag of sweets and try to hide it in the bag and...

Please stop talking!

Can you come with me?

I was hoping Santa would bring me something really special tomorrow.

All right, erm...

Single malt Scotch and chocolate biscuits?

Deal.

Deal.

Hello.

We're here to see Emily Groom?

Yeah, I know that. Come in, come in.

Thanks for getting here early.

Why are there two of you?

I was nervous.

Oh, don't believe a word! She's a sweetheart deep down.

I know why there's two of you.

Why?

Double time, I ain't dumb!

Right, meal needs heating up in microwave for one minute,

kitchen on the right living room on the left.

-Suction in the cupboard...

-Wait a minute.

See you soon, Emily. Have a good Christmas.

And you!

MUSIC PLAYS: All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey

Excuse me, Jacob.

Right, this is Sorcha Greene, 38, fallen approximately

14ft onto concrete 30 minutes ago.

Sorcha? I'm Mrs Beauchamp, I'll be looking after you. Resus, please.

-Mum?

-Open fracture to right wrist. Laceration to the forehead.

Pulse 105, BP 130/90. SATS 98%.

She's had a bag of saline and 10 of morphine.

Mum?

Not yet, not yet. You can't go in just yet.

Is she dying?

No. She's hurt but she's going to be OK.

She'll need looking after for a few weeks.

How are you at making cups of tea?

I'm very good.

Right. He's here. I'm off.

Well, can't you wait with the lad for a bit?

I'm just going to ring his father. You won't be here for long.

Can't you?

You might not have noticed, mate, but I am working.

I am going to have to wait until your father gets here now.

Shall we play a game?

Er, no.

But that's what you do when waiting in hospital, play games.

All right, I'll tell you what, we'll play hide and seek.

I'll count to about an hour and a half,

then I'll come looking for you, yeah?

George.

It's all right. He's still here. He's outside with your neighbour.

Don't move. Keep still.

OK. Chest is clear. Let's have a look at this neck.

Can I get a second large bore cannula, please?

FBC, Us and Es, clotting and group and save and glucose.

And can you let X-ray know?

Yep.

Thought I'd scared you off?

As if? I raised the stakes!

How?

I text back.

I didn't get it. I wonder who did?

All right, Robyn?

Yeah. I'll live.

You never know, there might be a Christmas miracle

and Mrs Beauchamp might actually let us have fun tomorrow.

But...

Me and you.

We're OK, yeah?

What?

Forget it.

Who did she think we were?

Not a clue.

One second!

OK.

Tell her the truth straightaway.

Yeah, course.

Yeah.

Men from the agency?

Yes, that's right.

What a relief.

Sent two handsome ones as well.

Either of you able to change me a light bulb?

Shelle couldn't reach.

I should be able to manage that, yeah.

You make yourself useful, handsome.

Kettle's in the kitchen.

Light bulbs on the table.

OK.

Ah, Mr Kendall, there you are.

My mum says something happened to you.

You used to be nice and now you're not.

She wouldn't tell me what it was.

Yeah?

Did you used to be nice?

Oh, why can't you just mumble like any normal 16-year-old?

I'd like that.

Is my dad gone now?

Well, from the way your mum was

lobbing out his gear, I'd imagine so.

And Christmas is cancelled?

Christmas is a joke.

What's so funny about it?

Absolutely nothing.

Your bleed is getting worse.

-It's just a scratch.

-I'll get a nurse.

It's just a scratch!

It's definitely a compound fracture.

Can we get some iodine soaks on it, please?

Is George OK?

He's in reception. We're trying to get hold of your husband now.

What a mess. What a mess it all is.

Sorcha Greene for X-ray?

Yes.

The things people'll do to make their husbands cook

the Christmas dinner.

Lot of people would use a 4-0 but I prefer a 5-0.

It's finer. There's less scarring.

You need to make sure each stitch is exactly...

the same distance apart.

You'll need to practise, obviously. If you want to be band six,

you'll need to practise.

Band six is about managerial skills.

And there's nothing wrong with my suturing.

Your suturing is, erm, well...

like your hair, isn't it? Could be neater.

You need to change your gloves.

Excuse me, Mr Kendall has a cut on his hand.

Get away from them. You can't just walk in and get served.

It's not McDonald's.

Hello, Mr Kendall. How are you?

Your mum's been asking for you.

How do you know, you've been outside?

Oh, you're a genius now?

Mr Kendall?

You're on your own, George.

Oh, I love this song!

I love this song too.

# Sleigh bells ring Are you listening? #

-Oh!

-Voila!

-Thank you.

Have a biscuit.

So, you looking forward to Christmas?

Not a lot to look forward to.

Is no-one coming over to visit?

No-one left.

Why do you think you're here?

There's no children?

No.

What about you?

Nothing better to do?

No, it's just me and my brother.

My...

adoptive mum,

she passed away.

Haven't seen my father in forever.

Nice to have a brother.

I always wanted a brother.

You OK, son?

Fuse. Old lights.

Yeah. You need a handy man, not home help.

Jack, can you keep George with you until his dad arrives?

-He's on his way.

-Sure. Hold these.

But how do you know him?

If you don't know, I'm afraid can't tell you.

If you don't tell me how will I ever know?

Mr Kendall is your neighbour, is he?

Yes.

Do you remember something happening to him? To his family?

No.

But I remember a lot of black cars.

Right, well, then.

Well, then what? Did his family leave in the black cars?

It's like a before and after.

I can't talk to you about another patient. It a rule.

Oh, OK!

There's too many silver ones on this side

and the smaller ones need to move to the top.

Come round here, little man.

So what did happen to his family?

A drunk driver.

Wife and two children.

DOA.

-Cal.

-Charlie.

Look in on her. Watch her movements. Tell me what you think she has.

I don't need to.

You knew?

Not until I saw her.

The career movements,

the dystonia.

Her speech.

She's got Huntington's, Charlie.

Yeah.

This was a mistake.

Jess, I shouldn't have accused Nikki.

You're a good mum.

I know you wouldn't let anything happen to Olivia.

It was wrong of me.

Irresponsible.

And I'm sorry, OK?

Perfect.

Now all you've got to do, is dial her number and say it.

Oi!

Please, please tell me that you told her.

-No, no let's go.

-Cal.

No, Charlie, I need to not be here.

We can't just run off and leave her to fend for herself, can we?

Well, that's hardly fair. Running off.

I'm Sorry, Emilie. I'm...

Keys, Charlie.

-Charlie. Keys, now.

-All right.

I want to know what's going on here. Who are you both?

Why are you in my house?

Right, I'm ringing the police.

He's your son.

And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.

Coffee breath.

Don't want the patients getting even sicker, now, do we now, eh?

You want?

OK.

Supposed I'd best go ring my mum.

-There's always next year.

-Doesn't help me now though, does it?

At least you don't have to spend lunch with the Grinch that

stole Christmas.

Arghhh!

Sorcha, some good news.

Looking at your X-rays, you've got away relatively unscathed.

You do have a compound fracture to the right wrist, which will

need surgery.

Anybody got any good news?

I've got Boxing Day off, as well. Recovery time.

Can I get 1.2 grams of co-amoxiclav, please, staff nurse Masters?

My hand feels... odd. The right one.

Mrs Beauchamp?

Yeah. The fracture could be compromising the circulations.

-How long for ortho's?

-An hour.

-OK, let's reduce it here.

Can we get her some Ketamine, please?

Come on, Charlie.

PHONE RINGS

Do you mind telling me why the agency just rang

and left a message asking if I'd stop on?

The cover rang in sick.

Boy, you keep staring at me dopey and I will drag you out.

I'm a doctor.

But I'm also her son.

-Yes, she gave me away.

-You're one of the boys?

-There were two of us?

Yes.

At least something useful has came out of this.

You're the oldest? You're Steven, your brother is Michael.

Was. Yes, I guess. It's Cal and Ethan in the adopted world.

Cal and Ethan? Posh names.

How do you know about us?

Woman loses her children, you think she forgets about them?

You think she doesn't want to talk about them all the time,

imagining them doing well?

-What's your brother doing?

-He's a doctor too.

Wow, she never dreamed that good.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Cal slash Steven.

You have an amazing mother.

-Amazing?

-Truly.

Then, why when she knew she had a hereditary disease, did she not

-get a message to us?

-Slight emergency.

-What's happened?

-She's choking, I can't find the suction machine.

I'll get it.

Sorry, Cal, I had to tell her.

-It's finished.

-Perfect!

-Wow. He's good, isn't he?

-A man after my own heart.

Hey, do you know what I should buy my daughter for Christmas?

I'm not getting any presents. Christmas is cancelled.

But I like music. Music is the best gift.

Dad?!

What's wrong?

-Am I allowed to hug you?

-What? Of course you are!

Listen. Where's mum?

Your wife is stable, they're treating her now.

Thank you. OK, George, I'm going ask you to stay here, OK?

Just while I go and find out what's going on OK?

Can't I come with you?

There might be a bit of shouting, mate.

OK, I'll stay here.

-Could you tell me where she is, please?

-This way.

What's that?

This, young man, is a cassette tape, the finest recording device since...

..well, since the cassette tape.

Is it a game?

No, it's A Christmas Carol.

Scrooge.

No, a Christmas Carol. It's a very rare recording.

Why is Scrooge like he is?

Well, lots of reasons, but, I suppose, the main one

is his mother died and his father...

Black cars. Black cars outside someone's house.

It means someone has died?

Can you help him? Please?

Sorry, Mrs Beauchamp.

-Sorcha? Oh, my God, babe, what happened?

-I was cuckolded.

I am about to perform a procedure, so...

-Can you wait outside, please, mate?

-No! Make him come here.

Be extraordinarily quick about it.

Sorcha, please, I have got no idea what's happening here.

Where is my phone? I need to show him.

-I've got it, you dropped it.

-Good, good I'm glad you got it.

Last text.

Read that last text, look at it and then get out of our lives.

No, I need to proceed.

We'll let you know when she's ready to talk, all right?

Men. I knew it, you know, I knew something was going on.

Mr Kendall?

Bloody buses have finished?

-Mr Kendall?

-No. Seriously, doc. It's not like I forget them.

But you, you're like a flashing sign that brings it all straight back.

I'm not here to counsel.

The young man tells me that you've cut yourself on glass?

We need to take a look at that.

I couldn't care less.

I'd be sad if I was you and my family had died.

Another searing insight from you.

But I wouldn't be mean and I wouldn't want to hurt myself.

You think I'm like this because they're dead?

-Yes.

-If only.

If I let you treat me, will you call me a taxi?

-I'd quite like to crawl back to my pit.

-Deal.

-COUGHING

-Better?

Sorry, Emilie, I wasn't much help there, sorry.

There we go.

The X-ray said it had gone in, in one piece. Came out whole.

I might win the lottery next?

George? You OK?

Yes, we're just treating Mr Kendall.

-Hello, Barney.

-Nick.

-Was it you that helped Sorcha?

You been playing away from home, have you?

Didn't think you were the sort?

This isn't me! I don't know how this happened.

-Is that the tart, Dad?

-Stop saying that, George.

She is just a woman I work with, until about a month ago.

-Fit.

-I didn't do anything!

OK, calm down?

It's a fake. Quite well done, but the background isn't right.

How can you tell?

I did work journalism, Nick, seen plenty of fake photos.

She's very ill.

Yes, I know.

I can see why you'd be upset.

Yes. 50/50 chance she passed it on, isn't there?

That means me or Ethan has got it.

It's almost a guarantee.

Nothing is guaranteed.

And she didn't think to tell us?

She didn't think to warn us, Charlie.

What is wrong with that woman?

I don't know.

I don't know what she did, but she's sitting next door.

Just ask her.

Have you ever thought about grief counselling?

No-one got a cure for me.

So you just shut yourself away?

Look, I have done a nice thing. Can you just simply call me a taxi?

-She doesn't believe you, Mr Kendall.

-Like I give a rat's...

-Get away!

-Sorcha, you have to listen to me.

I don't have to do anything.

You're trying to get our son to lie for you now?

What's the matter with you lot? Listen.

I don't want to hear any pathetic...

Listen, look at this phone, you dozy mare.

This photo has been edited. They're not even in the same room.

-She was let go last month.

-Yes.

This cow is trying to ruin your marriage and you're letting her.

That is not the face of an adulterer. This is.

When I got the call, telling me that Janice

and the kids were in hospital, guess where I was?

In my girlfriend's bed.

Christmas Eve, they were dying and I'm cheating.

You've got nothing to worry about. Nick's not like me.

And I know what I'm talking about.

Mum?

-Mrs Beauchamp?

-Mum?!

Her BP's dropping and pulse has rising to 126.

-Abdomen's slightly distended.

-OK, let's get her into resus, please.

Let's get an NG Tube down and then an abdo and chest X-ray.

Really, Iain, I don't think I can even look you in the face any more.

-Listen, it wasn't meant for you.

-Who was it meant for then?

-Just some lass I've been knocking about with.

-Well, that's lovely.

She's nice and that. Really nice, she's not just some random.

-Well, she started the stupid saucy texts.

-Sexts.

Yeah, that, but then you texted about Secret Santa and you know the rest.

If I'm honest, I'm quite relieved.

Oh, yeah. Why's that, then?

I don't think I'm that supple.

-I still can't hear anything.

-OK.

-Definitely gastric.

-Right, can I have those chest X-ray's?

She's tachycardic and the pressure is dropping.

She's a bit hypoxic on her blood gasses, too.

This doesn't fit with acute abdo.

I mean, if she was bleeding, she'd be more shocked.

-This position's all wrong.

-Well, it's in place.

That is, but her stomach isn't.

Louise, get her to CT, I'll call thoracics.

Ruptured diaphragm, her abdominal contents are in her

thoracic cavity.

Right, can I have Jac Naylor, as soon as possible, please?

-Desk?

-No.

-Diary?

It's got to be in the room, remember.

It's the door!

I hope everything's going to be all right.

Honestly.

-Let's go. Charlie. Can we go?

-You sure?

-Yes, I'm sure.

How about you go in there and talk to the lady

and I won't report you both for being impostors?

Please, Cal.

She didn't let us know.

She tried.

Really?

Really, now get in there.

So, how are you feeling?

Blessed.

A bit of shock.

A lot of guilt.

I'm glad you came through.

Your bodyguard threatened me.

Always best to do what Shelle wants.

She said that you did try to contact us, to let us know?

I did. I found your adoptive parents.

I tried writing to them.

I didn't know what to say.

I tried ringing. I couldn't speak.

Why not?

This was the woman who got to keep my boys.

And here was me, ringing to tell them

they may have an incurable disease.

Yes, but we needed to know.

-Really?

-Yes.

Because there's very little can be done.

Once it starts, it starts.

Worrying about when it starts, that's the real torture.

Living with the threat of it hanging over you.

I decided to spare you both that.

That wasn't your decision to make!

Then I apologise.

I made a dreadful decision.

So did I. I shouldn't have come here.

Steven?

My name is Cal.

Do you get my point?

Now you know and now you wish you didn't.

Stevie Wonder, Earth Wind And Fire, Kool And The Gang,

all the stuff she'd have listened to if she grew up with me.

I hope she loves it.

Do me a copy, I'd love it! Right, home time.

Merry Christmas.

Here.

20p? Were you my Secret Santa?

Heads, I take your shift, tails, I take Lofty's.

And yes, I am your secret Santa.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

I thought it was very gallant of you to allow Robyn to win, anyway.

He was her Secret Santa, not mine.

Besides, I'm quite looking forward to listening to A Christmas Carol.

Yes, me too, I absolutely love it.

Mr Kendall, is this your house? It's amazing.

You can't just go barging in.

Wow, it's messier than our house in here and mum smashed everything.

You saved mum's life.

Doctor said if I'd have pulled her up, the damage would have been...

Catastrophic.

Catastrophic.

It's a very small thank you.

-It was the only one that wasn't smashed.

-Great.

Mum doesn't always smash stuff.

No, she doesn't get angry often, does she, mate?

But when she does...

-So, she ruined all the decorations?

-Yes.

Come on, come with me.

It's probably a bit dusty.

Haven't been in here in years. Take what you want.

Thank you, Mr Kendall.

George, leave that alone, please. George!

George.

You should put that in your messy room.

You all look so happy.

Yeah, yeah, we do, you're right.

Come here, come here.

# I'm dreaming of a white Christmas... #

'This is Jess, leave a message and I'll get right back to you.'

Jess. It's Dixie. I'm supposed to be ringing to apologise.

But... But I can't. Because I'm worried about you and Olivia.

And I know to trust my instincts.

I want you to be OK. And you're not.

How's your patient?

Yeah, the thoracic team said it went well, she's in ITU. Stable.

Don't beat yourself up. You did a good job.

Thank you.

I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then.

I thought you were seeing your friends?

Well, turns out I'd rather be here, with you.

Did you know about that this morning?

-Have you been playing me all day?

-No.

Merry Christmas, Staff Nurse Masters.

Merry Christmas, Mrs Beauchamp.

# Have yourself a merry little Christmas

# Make the yuletide gay... #

Ah, thank you. How was your day?

Not the best.

Ah, last minute Christmas shopping for you?

Ethan.

You all right?

Matilda? Gets me, as well.

Here's to her, Caleb.

Merry Christmas.

Come on.

Think I know who got me this!

Massage oil?

Yes. Go on, Noel, lad!

Hello, I think you got mine by mistake!

I don't need that. I'll have that, though.

Oh, you going to swap me the massage oil for the rose!

You got yourself a deal.

# Won't be wrapped under a tree

# I want something that lasts forever

# So kiss me on this cold December night. #

TV: 'He was still glowing with his good intentions.

'But his broken voice could scarcely answer...' TV OFF

What are you doing?

-I don't listen to the end. It's a bit silly.

-Huh?

Scrooge becomes a new man, Tiny Tim is all right, yadda, yadda.

-It's a bit twee.

-You're not ruining this.

My boat, my rules.

Come on.

TV: 'Light as a feather, happy as an angel, merry as a schoolboy!

'A merry Christmas to everybody. A happy New Year to all the world.

'Hello, there!' SCROOGE LAUGHS