Bah Humbug Casualty

-Guys! Guys! Robyn's having a baby!

-Why don't you come back to mine?

OK.

"The Trust were pleased, following a very successful trial

"with the automated systems."

They're trying to replace me, aren't they?

-You...f-feed me.

-Gracie, you've got to learn.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-I love you, Charlie Fairhead.

-I love you right back!

-Good!

Merry Christmas, darling!

Ryan?

I-I have to tell you that I'm in love with you.

I took a punt you'd still be here this time of night.

Hello, Charlie, long time.

Yeah, yeah. It's, er... good to see you, Ryan.

What are you doing here?

I know I should've told you we were coming,

but I wanted it to be a surprise.

-"We"?

-Yeah. Come on!

-Paul!

-Hi, Mum.

-Sweetheart.

I haven't booked a hotel. Can we stay with you?

-Yeah, of course.

-Great, come on!

Night-night, Charlie.

Goodnight.

It's too far!

It's not too far, you're nearly there, come on.

Why don't you give the girl a break?

It's Christmas Eve.

We can pack this away for now,

make room for a Christmas tree.

She can't afford any setbacks.

I don't care what day it is.

Oh, yes. And don't forget the banner.

And the tree, make sure they're both in shot.

# I wish it could be Christmas every day... #

Dad?

You can't be here, Toby.

But I'm bored of hiding in the staffroom.

I'll be off in just over an hour.

Then we can go home and sleep.

Before you know it, it'll be Christmas!

Well, don't just stand there, Cranitch,

make sure these shelves are well stocked.

-We're going to be on live television any minute.

-Yes, Mr Niven.

You! Pick that up.

-Good morning.

-Is it?

Morning. Where did you run off to last night?

Nowhere, why?

Party was just getting started.

I just... I fancied an early night.

Mm-hmm.

Bit like these two.

-Dr Gardner, can I get a word?

-Sure.

Um, before you ask, Ryan slept on the couch.

The only reason he's here is to spend time with his granddaughter.

That's not the way it looked last night.

Charlie, Ryan's whole life is in New Zealand. Paul's too.

It's just a holiday, I promise you.

All right.

Yeah. It is a Christmas gift, but it's also an "I love you,

"I'm sorry, can we start again?" kind of gift.

Which one of these two do you think says all that?

Well, as you can see the customers just keep coming.

We've had all our doors open all night,

and they're going to stay open until midnight tonight.

Excuse me, do you sell Little Miss Amber dolls?

-Yes, we do, madam, just at the end of the next aisle.

-Thank you.

Do you mind? I'M buying this one.

-This one's mine, get your own doll.

-It's the last one, now let go!

YOU let go! Get off it!

Oh! Oh!

-Give it! I saw it first!

-Will you just let go? Will you please let go?

-I need the doll!

-Yeah, thanks.

-Would you just let go?!

Stop filming!

Give me it!

Dad!

THEY SHOUT

SCREAMING

-Dad!

-Toby? Toby!

-Dad!

SPLINTERING GLASS Stop them! Stop them!

Stop them! Stop them!

I was, er... I was wondering if it's too late to change mentors.

From Dylan? Why?

Well, I mean, it's nothing really. Just very different personalities.

I think I might do better with someone else.

But you're due to be signed off in the New Year.

A new mentor wouldn't have much time to observe your work.

Did something happen?

No.

Forget about it. I'm being hasty. I mean, Dylan can be...

He can be tough on me, but he's fair,

and I am learning a lot from him. So...

-Really, it's fine.

-OK.

# Last Christmas I gave you my heart... #

Ah, Christmas. Really warms the cockles, doesn't it?

Less of your cockles, thank you very much.

-Hello, mate.

-He's my son. Some TVs fell on him.

-I moved it, I hope that was all right.

-Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

Hello, little man. Want to you tell me your name?

-Toby.

-Toby. My name's Iain.

All right? Can you tell me where it hurts the most?

-My leg.

-This leg? All right.

I'm going to take a closer look at that

but first I'm going to check everywhere else, all right?

I'm just going to have a little feel of your neck.

Listen! I want you to search anyone with items from this shop!

And anyone who hasn't got a till receipt, arrest them!

Right, pulse is present.

But it looks like a lower leg fracture. We need to immobilise it.

-Right. Sorry, I'll get the trolley and vac pack.

-Good.

All right, Toby, I'm going to give you some pain relief.

OK? You just keep being a brave lad.

-Disgraceful.

-What is the world coming to?

I pity the next generation. Can you imagine being born now?

"Thanks, Mum and Dad,

"for this precious gift of life on an already doomed planet."

You can't say that to a pregnant woman.

Why? Who's pregnant?

Seriously?

And this is...good news?

Are you going to tell everyone to celebrate, or...?

We kind of already did, everyone found out at the party.

So you're saying I'm the last to know?

I'm sorry. I was going tell you, just kind of slipped my mind.

Well, they say pregnancy makes you forgetful.

I'm going to be an...uncle? That's...

Should we...? Maybe we should try a little...?

-It's weird! I don't like it!

-I don't like it! I don't like it!

OK, come on, tell me everything! I don't know where to start, so you...

I got this for you.

It's for Dervla, obviously.

That's very thoughtful. Could you pop it in my locker?

-About last night...

-Yeah, there's no explanation necessary.

Let's never talk of it again.

Yeah. We need to crack on cos we're very busy today. OK?

Great. Yeah.

How would you like to spend Christmas Day under the duvet?

I'd say that's the best idea I've ever heard.

Ryan?

What happened to you?!

-A Christmas tree fell on me.

-Ha-ha!

Sorry.

What's in Manchester?

Honey. She keeps asking if I'll come and visit,

so I'm going to take the train up tonight

-and surprise her for Christmas.

-HE CHUCKLES

How much?!

I'm not fobbing you off, Mum!

I've got to go, I'm at work, OK? All right, bye.

-Hey.

-Hiya.

What do you say we breeze past the awkward bit, and get back to normal?

-I love normal.

-Good.

You'll be pleased to hear

that the ED is full of grumpy, hung-over patients.

-I hate normal.

-And a camel.

-Hmm?

-No, thanks.

I don't care who's been on all night.

No-one goes home till I say so.

Thank you. All right, this is Larry Niven,

he's 57 years old and was injured when a shelving unit fell on him.

Paramedics gave him 1gm of paracetamol IV

and his resps are 22 and sats 92.

OK. Good morning, Mr Niven. I'm Doctor Grayling.

And I'm just going to pull down your shirt so I can take a look.

Contusions to the right axilla.

No surgical emphysema.

It feels like his ribs might be fractured.

Does it hurt when you breathe in?

-What do you think?

-OK, that'll be a yes, then.

Sats are low, and he seems pretty breathless to me.

Are you a smoker?

I smoke, I drink and I eat what I want.

Now, please, spare me the lecture. It's Christmas.

I suspect that may be more than a seasonal trend but we won't quibble.

-Any history of heart disease or hypertension?

-No. Now, look.

Will you just patch me up so I can get out of here?

I've got a business to run.

Ah, well, I'm very sorry, Mr Niven, business can wait.

I need to make sure that you're well enough first.

OK, Louise, can we get him for a chest X-ray

so we can rule out pneumothorax? And we need some routine bloods.

-What have we got?

-This is Irene Sweeney, 40 years old,

involved in a violent incident in a shopping centre early this morning.

Yeah, I heard it on the news.

And before you ask, she wasn't one of the looters. Were you, Irene?

No, all I got was a box in my face.

Ah, that's consumerism for you.

Irene presented with severe epistaxis.

I've packed the nostril but it's still bleeding a fair bit.

Let me take a look at this cut first.

SHE GASPS

OK. Right, we've got tenderness to the right cheek bone.

Could be a fracture of the zygomatic arch.

Let's get X-rays for facial views please. Open your mouth.

Nice and wide.

Yeah, we can cauterise that.

All right. That should stop the bleeding,

but we'll keep you in for two or three hours, just to make sure.

That's perfect.

All right, Toby. We're going to send you for an X-ray

and we'll try and get you patched up in no time.

Louise, could you give our champ, Toby,

3mg of intra-nasal diamorphine?

Cranitch?! What the hell are you doing here?

You're supposed to be managing the shop!

Cranitch!

I saw you were injured. I assumed you'd need me on hand.

-If you'd rather I go...

-No.

No, no, no, you're here now, might as well make use of you.

Get hold of Marcus and those other idiots on security.

What should I tell them?

Well, tell them they're fired!

-But it's Christmas Eve, sir.

-And?!

And they tried to stop the looters.

Well, they didn't try hard enough, did they?

Now, do as I tell you, or you're going to get a P45 along with them.

Yes, Mr Niven.

Another victim of falling boxes.

Briefly knocked out but GCS 15 since arrival.

Complaining of vertigo earlier but it's easing off.

Sorry, can we, um...lose the bag?

Thank you.

Just need to check your neck.

-But my head's still throbbing though.

-OK.

-You may have a concussion. Let's keep an eye on that.

-OK.

-Yeah, that's all clear. Um, 1gm of paracetamol.

-All right.

OK?

It's just a sprain.

I think you'll live.

That's what I get for trying to be romantic.

I thought you were Christmas shopping.

Who said Christmas can't be romantic?

Charlie! Do you know what? You haven't changed a bit.

How have you been all these years?

-Are you married?

-No.

That's a shame.

Well, don't give up. It's never too late to meet the one.

Oh, yes, I agree.

Er...

I'll just get you some Ibuprofen.

-Charlie.

-Yeah?

You were going to tell him, weren't you?

Yes, I was tempted.

Well, please don't. He should hear it from me.

Yes, he should.

So why hasn't he?

Because I don't want to break his heart on Christmas Eve.

Plus, Paul's here.

Oh... It's complicated.

OK, you're right.

No pressure from me, I promise.

I could kiss you.

But I won't.

Meet me behind the bike sheds in about half an hour.

Dad, I'm really going to have to go now.

No, seriously, a bunch of injured patients have just come in.

Oh! That's a lot of blood! Can I get some help, please?

Dr Munroe!

Yes. OK. I will speak to you later, OK? All right. Bye.

-Thank you.

-That's OK.

Oh...

Careful.

I'm dreading Christmas this year.

Mam wants me to spend it with her. Dad wants me at his.

They can't stand each other and I'm stuck in the middle.

Well, it's two turkey dinners?

Or I could forget the whole thing and pretend I'm working.

Why don't you take Cal with you? Moral support.

He doesn't do parents.

I'm sure he would if you asked him to.

Oh.

Elle, did you see what happened to the patient in bay four?

Ryan Johnson, sprained wrist.

No, why?

-He didn't say goodbye.

-Close, are you?

Oh, you could say that. He's my husband.

Soon to be ex-husband.

I see.

You sure about that?

-What?

-These are for you, my darling.

Ryan, what are you doing?

You're acting like we're still together.

What if I want us to still be together?

What if I decided you're worth fighting for?

What if I've come all the way from New Zealand to do this?

Are those our divorce papers?!

I know that I've made mistakes but I can change.

If you love England, I'll just move.

But please, Lisa, don't give up on us. Not yet.

You shouldn't have come.

Ha-ha!

It was really...

Oh, it's a bit early for us, Dr Chao,

but as it's nearly Christmas...

It's not for you. It's for Mr Grayling.

-Bit pricey, innit?

-Mm-hm. Single malt. His favourite.

What is wrong with you?

I dunno. It's so itchy, bro. It's killing me!

Argh!

Mate, you all right?

Jez, get a trolley. Can you hear me?

All right, Mr Niven. Hi. Good news.

The X-ray's showing that you don't have any damage to your lung.

But you do have a couple of fractured ribs

but that should heal naturally in four to six weeks.

So that's it, is it?

You keep me here all this time for absolutely nothing?

Yeah, right. Well, we are doing our best.

You're going to need to take regular pain medication.

I'm going to get a nurse to come in and advise you on that.

But otherwise it's goodbye from me, Mr Niven. It's been a pleasure.

That's another one off the board.

Thank you. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Oh and, um, I said that you'd talk to him about follow up care.

Thank you very much(!)

What happened?

He collapsed. Duffy, it's OK. It's not his heart.

I just felt a little bit nauseous, that's all.

BP's a bit low, and he's slightly dehydrated.

Mr Johnson, has this ever happened before?

Um, I have been feeling ill a couple of times.

But I thought maybe it was just a bug I'd picked up.

Anything else?

-I have been having headaches off and on.

-For how long?

-I don't know, about a month?

-A month?!

I'm just tired, that's all. Headaches wake me up at night.

I didn't get much sleep on the flight over.

Well, you're not going anywhere until we've checked this out.

Um, OK. I'd like a full blood count, CRP, U&Es and an LFT.

-Charlie?

-Yeah?

When you can, will you move him to cubicles?

I know it's not ideal but I'd like to keep resus clear.

-Sure.

-Thank you.

I wouldn't worry too much.

SHE VOMITS

Irene? All right?

The facial X-ray showed no sign of a fracture, just soft tissue bruising.

-Does that mean I have to go?

-Not just yet. We're going to wait

till the bleeding stops, before you leave. OK?

Linda's vomited again.

I think we need to exclude a more significant head injury.

-Let's send her to CT.

-OK.

Connie. Listen, about tomorrow.

How about I pick up a turkey? Hm?

I could work my magic in the kitchen.

-We could pull some crackers.

-Right, Jacob. You know what?

If you want to do that, that's absolutely fine.

But please don't ask me to pretend everything's rosy when it's not.

How's it going? Everything all right?

No, it's all running smoothly. Straightforward un-displaced fibula.

He's just waiting for a backslab

-and I'll bring him back to the fracture clinic.

-OK, good, good.

Keep up the good work.

-Anything?

-Are you touching me?

And now?

-Um, a little.

-OK.

How's the patient?

GCS 15, pupils equal and both reactive to light.

There's some reduced sensation in the left arm.

I should let Elle know.

Wait, I haven't had a chance to ask you yet.

What are you doing on Christmas Day?

It's just Paul and I with Peter and Tanya and the baby

and we'd love you to come.

Um, yeah, sure. That would be lovely.

Charlie! What about you? You're welcome to join us.

No-one should be alone on Christmas Day.

Thank you. Actually, I was looking forward to some time on my own.

But thank you.

I'll be right back.

I am so sorry. I didn't know what else to say.

I'm fine.

There's plenty of stuff on telly over Christmas.

Some of it's quite good.

Have a good time.

It's all right.

I think Toby's still in pain. He's not normally like this.

Right. Well, the plaster's going on in a minute.

So that should make your son a lot more comfortable.

All right. I'll take another look.

Your son?!

So that's why you abandoned the shop, is it?

And how did he get injured anyway?

Was he there or something?

Yes, he was, Mr Niven!

He should have been at home, in bed, but I had to bring him to work.

Do you know why?

Because I can't afford childcare on the measly wage that you pay me,

despite being forced to work all through the night!

Well, you won't have to worry about your wages any longer

because you're fired, Cranitch!

Now get out of my...

-MONITORS PING

-Mr Niven?

Dr Grayling!

-Why am I looking at a picture of a puppy?

-For Grace.

I mean, it's the last in the litter so if we go after work, we...

Jacob, please, just stop.

Stop. With the turkey and the tree and the puppies.

Really, the only thing Grace needs now is to focus on her recovery.

Give it back! Give it back!

-Get off! Get off!

-Get off me! Give it now!

-Hey! Hey!

-Stop it!

She's a thief! She nicked it out me bag.

You didn't even pay for it!

Right! That's enough! I take it this was looted from the shop.

Right. It belongs to neither of you.

-What are you going to do with it?

-Never you mind!

Right, you're bleeding.

And you, get back to bed.

And grow up, the pair of you.

-Why didn't you move him?

-There was no time.

-OK.

-You ready?

-Yeah. Charging.

Right, oxygen away and stand clear.

-Shocking.

-DEFIBRILLATOR THUMPS

He's back in sinus rhythm.

He's got output.

-Breath sounds.

-OK, well done, everyone. Let's go to resus then.

Ryan Johnson.

Oh.

OK, thank you.

Let me guess, the bloods are normal.

So you think he's making this up?

I think once a con man, always a con man.

I can't believe you'd be so petty.

This is because of Christmas, isn't it?

Of course not. Duffy...

Elle, I'd like you to send Ryan for a head CT. Will you do that?

All test results were normal.

Loss of sensation isn't normal, Charlie, and you know that.

Even so, I still don't think it's enough to warrant a CT.

What about the headaches and the vomiting?

These are all red flags for a brain tumour.

Are you really prepared to just send him away?

Please, Elle, I need to make sure.

-All right.

-Thank you.

Mr Niven, you've got a history of angina, diabetes and hypertension.

And you didn't think to mention any of that to us?

I had indigestion

and then a shelf fell on me, so, no, I didn't.

It's a STEMI.

-I've given him 10mg of morphine and 300mg of aspirin.

-OK.

I've spoken to the Cath Lab.

They're going to book him for an emergency angiogram

and a stent if necessary.

Mr Niven, you've been very lucky today.

Of all the places to pick to have a heart attack,

this is by far the best.

I'm going to leave you in Dr Grayling's capable hands, OK?

Duffy.

Paul, what are you doing...?

Dad's not answering his phone.

He said he was going shopping but that was ages ago.

-He's here, love.

-Where?

Is that Dad?

OK, great. If you just hang fire, we'll get you in shortly.

-Cal, have you got a minute?

-For you, buttercup, I have two.

-It's about tomorrow...

-Oi! Alicia! We know it's you.

-What is?

-Don't play innocent with us, all right?

We've been scratching all day. What've you done?

OK. I might have put something in your underwear.

-Just a teeny-weeny little bit of hydrated cythilicus.

-OK.

Cythilicus? What's that? What, can you even spell it?

I can't even pronounce it, so the likelihood of me being able

to spell it's going to be slim, isn't it?

Christmas with your bickering parents?

Yeah. As lovely as that sounds, I have already made plans.

-Really?

-Yeah, really.

Um... Ethan's Christmas present, there were these half price flights

to the Bahamas, and I thought I'd treat him.

I mean, where better to pull than on a beach, right?

Is this a present for him or for you?

I'll be looking but I promise no touching.

Itching powder.

It's just itching powder.

Shall we get a pillow for your dad, too?

You OK?

Yeah, I need you singing my praises to Dr Keogh.

You tell him I really got you out of a jam, yeah?

Deal? All right. Bye.

CCU is backed up.

It looks like our favourite patient is coming back down from Cath Lab.

-So, so much for clearing the board.

-Yeah, that's what I wanted to ask,

are you sure Toby's ready to be discharged?

-Cos he doesn't look so good.

-I've examined him twice, he's fine.

I've written up his TTAs and done a letter for the GP.

Just give him his crutches and get him on his way.

They don't know about you and Charlie, do they?

Whichever way I play it, someone gets hurt.

I don't know what to do.

Yes, you do.

Whatever's best for your son.

Thanks, Charlie.

It was a really big tree! It was like a million baubles.

I didn't stand a chance.

Ryan, hi.

-Your CT came back completely normal.

-That's great.

Yeah. So you are free to go.

That still doesn't explain his symptoms.

If a tumour's small enough, then a CT scan could miss it.

I think he needs an MRI.

Duffy, no.

This has gone far enough.

You'd do it, if it was your family.

Perhaps, but it wouldn't be my call

because I'd have lost all objectivity.

How long are you going to keep this up for, Ryan?

This might be a game to you

but these people are really scared. Look at your boy.

Charlie, stop it!

There are actual sick people in here

and you're wasting everybody's time. For what?

He wouldn't lie.

Not about this.

Ryan?

I just thought if we had some more time together, maybe we could...

-Lisa, I'm sorry.

-I'll go.

Mum.

I'm all right, love. Sorry I ran off like that.

It's OK. Dad's an idiot sometimes.

Yeah, he is. It's one thing lying to me, but to you...

He hasn't been the same since you left.

He just wants you back, Mum.

And you? What do you want?

Of course I want you to come home.

But only if you two can be happy again. Can't you try?

I'm sorry.

Tell your dad I'll be out in a bit.

It's my own stupid fault for believing him.

Why? You gave him the benefit of the doubt.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Here.

I assumed you'd still be needing them.

That's not up to you!

15 years of marriage, Charlie. It's not so easy to walk away.

That's funny. I thought you already had.

I can't do whatever I want.

Duffy, when's it going to be our turn to be selfish?

I don't know.

Maybe never.

I'm sorry.

Duffy...

don't do this.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I've had a heart attack.

Well, can't you leave the party?

What's Mr Niven doing in HDU?

Oh, CCU's backed up. I said we'd take him in.

Well, you should've asked me. He's a high-risk patient.

He shouldn't be in the department.

Yeah, well, his stent was a success, so I didn't see any harm

in us monitoring him while they clear a bed.

Right. Well, it'll have to be in here, won't it?

Next time, be more assertive.

What you did today was conniving, pathetic, and totally irresponsible.

Yeah, I know, I feel terrible about it.

You've every reason to hate me.

You want me to go back to the airport tonight,

-that's what we'll do.

-I didn't... I didn't say that.

-Well, will you forgive me?

-Oh, I didn't say that either.

JACOB CLEARS HIS THROAT

-Have a good evening tonight, Duffy.

-He said you can leave early.

I thought you and Dad might want to go for dinner.

Just the two of you. So you can talk?

Yeah. I'd like that.

Oh! You're a natural.

ROB SNORES

Isabelle?

It's Larry.

-Listen, I...

-LINE CLICKS

Hello?

What do you want?

I thought you might like to borrow this.

I have my dad for company, but you don't have any visitors.

My dad tells me that you were always really mean to him.

But I think you're probably just mean because you're lonely.

Ah! CRUTCHES CLATTER

-Toby?!

-What's the matter with him?

Stay in bed, Mr Niven! I need some help here!

All right, what's happened?

I don't know. He was talking and then he just fell.

All right, just support his head for me.

Well, what can I say? The kid was persuasive.

You are a such a pushover, Jacob Masters.

Well, maybe you are, too.

What?

-You said that was going in the incinerator...

-Ah.

..but it's still here.

Hmm.

By the way, Linda's CT scan came back clear.

And Irene is ready to be discharged.

Irene, with me.

Right, seeing as you both want this doll so badly,

I'm going to give you each an opportunity

to tell me why you deserve it.

It's for my youngest.

Little Miss Amber's the only thing she asked Santa for this year.

If I don't put it under the tree for her, it'll break her little heart.

I've also got a little girl.

She's had an awful time of it recently.

She has a stammer and she's being bullied at school because of it.

Once their confidence gets knocked, it's...

it's really hard to get it back.

I just want to see her smile again, like she used to.

Sorry, Linda.

Seb, you've got to do something!

Yeah, yeah, just let me think, all right?

Can you tell me exactly what happened?

I don't know. He was fine.

TOBY GASPS

His airway's clear.

Good breath sounds.

I take it he's clearly responsive to pain. What's the boy's name?

-Toby.

-OK, Toby, can you hear me? Can you tell me where it hurts?

Tummy.

Tummy, OK, can we get a FastScan then, please?

I'm just going to have a look, all right?

Right. How long's it been like that?

I don't know, I-I didn't check.

I told you something wasn't right.

So did I.

His legs hurt! He didn't say anything about his stomach.

OK, that's what children do.

They focus on the main area of pain, yeah?

TOBY GROANS

Fluid in the Morison's pouch.

-Hmm.

-What does that mean?

It means he's got fluid in his abdomen.

He could be bleeding from the liver. I wouldn't worry.

We'll refer him to the paediatric surgeons,

but hopefully they'll be able to treat it conservatively

without the need for surgery.

It's time to take you home.

The others can't wait to meet you.

What others?

Excuse me?

You heard me. What others?

The other...d-d-dolls in my collection.

You're the girl in the story, aren't you?

I don't have to explain myself to you.

Don't worry, I'm not going to take your precious doll.

I just want to know if you really have a daughter.

No.

These...never let me down.

Oh, I'm sure they don't.

It's taking a little longer than expected to find you

a bed in CCU, but it should be ready within a couple of hours, OK?

You don't like me very much, do you?

Well, not particularly, but I wouldn't take it personally.

In general, I prefer dogs to humans.

I wasn't always like this, you know.

Well, I don't think so.

I remember I wanted to give the world to someone once.

I didn't have a penny to my name back then...

..but she didn't care...

..because I made her laugh.

Hard to believe,

but it was a long time ago.

Is she one of the women you called today?

No.

I wouldn't have the nerve to call Kate.

If she hung up on me, I..

..I don't think I could stand it.

What if she doesn't?

You never know.

Christmas does funny things to people.

Ah, Dr Chao. Everything all right?

Sorry. Preoccupied?

-I'm fine, thank you.

-OK.

Here we go. This will get us into the festive mood.

I can't wait for tomorrow, can you?

HE SIGHS

What's up with you?

Agh. I had it all planned, Louise.

I saved up and I bought Honey this really nice posh make-up kit,

and I was going to bring it to her tonight,

but the train ticket would clean me out.

And it's too late to post it to her now.

Well, why are you so skint?

It's those stupid machines!

They've reduced my hours so I'm just on enough to get by,

but anything extra...

MUSIC: I Believe In Father Christmas by Greg Lake

We'll start with the champagne, please.

I know I should wait until tomorrow, but, er...

Don't worry it's not a ring.

It's just something to show how much you mean to me.

Oh...

Ryan, they're lovely.

So are you.

I thought you went home.

I did.

But...I wanted you to have this.

Put it under the tree for your little girl.

But what about yours?

She's getting a bit old for dolls now.

Thank you.

Have a good Christmas, Irene.

You, too.

Come on. Show me the photo again.

To new beginnings.

I won't let you down this time. I promise.

I'm sorry, Ryan, I can't do this.

We were good together. Once.

But it hasn't been that way for a long time between us, has it?

You and Paul are happy in New Zealand

and if I went back with you now,

I'd end up making you both miserable.

I'm asking you to let me go.

It's Charlie, isn't it?

I only know because you used to look at ME like that.

So what are you doing sitting here with me?

Go.

Thank you.

Bye.

Seb, will you be seeing your father this Christmas?

Yes, yeah, I suppose.

In that case, would you pass this on to him with my regards?

-Dr Keogh.

-I think it's best if I speak, don't you?

Um...

It gives me no pleasure to say this,

because you have shown great promise on a number of occasions,

but the fact is, your clinical skills are still sorely lacking

and you show a tendency to panic under pressure,

-which is a lethal combination, quite literally.

-Look, I know that I...

No, no, no, you're not going to talk your way out of this.

I know what I saw today.

Consider this a final warning, OK?

If I don't see a marked improvement in the New Year,

I will be forced to fail you.

HE SCOFFS

Take the Christmas break to reflect.

Still plenty of time to turn this around, OK?

Goodnight, Seb.

Got nothing to say to that man.

Yeah, that's what I told him, but he was really insistent.

Just hear him out, please.

HE SIGHS

Whatever this is about, make it quick.

I've a sick boy upstairs.

I'm offering you your job back...

..with a £10,000-a-year raise, plus full benefits...

..including paid compassionate leave until your son is fully recovered.

Now, is this something you might consider?

Yes?

Good.

Because the first thing I want you to do

is to rehire all the people I fired today...

and then tell all employees that the shop is closed now

until after Boxing Day, and they can all expect

a Christmas bonus to spend on their families,

and that includes yours, Cranitch.

Mr Niven, I...I...

I don't know what to say.

How about "Merry Christmas"?

Merry Christmas, sir.

Hello, Kate?

It's me, Larry.

Yeah, I know.

Too long.

Hi, Seb.

-SHE GROANS

-What a day, huh?

Seb, what's wrong?

Hey.

Talk to me.

Maybe I can help.

It's Dylan.

Something happened last night, after the party.

After the...? I thought you just went home.

-No, I went to his boat.

-His boat? You went... What for?

Seb, please tell me you did not try to make a move on him.

Actually, he made a move on me.

Ha!

Er...

-I just needed a friend.

-OK, OK.

Um...

Go from the beginning.

I was upset about some personal stuff, and we were talking,

and then...then he kissed me.

I said I wasn't interested and I left.

That's why you wanted a different mentor.

I was doing my job today,

but I could see that he was still angry with me,

and then I made one small mistake and now he's threatening to fail me.

He can't do that, can he?

DOOR CLOSES

Ho-ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas! Ah, Grace!

Now, my little helpers tell me

that you have been a wonderfully behaved girl all year,

so you deserve your present a day early!

Ta-dah!

Happy Christmas!

PUPPY WHINES

Look!

We thought he wouldn't sit under the Christmas tree quietly

until tomorrow. Happy Christmas, sweetheart.

Thank you!

# Deck the halls with boughs of holly,

# Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

# 'Tis the season to be jolly

# Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

# Don we now our gay apparel

# Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

# Troll the ancient Yuletide carol

# Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. #

What's this?

Ah...

Tell Honey I said "Hi."

Come here, you.

Thank you.

Here.

What...?

Merry Christmas.

Wait! Wait!

I meant what I said, Charlie Fairhead.

I love you.

-What are you doing?

-What does it look like?

Would you do me the honour of making me Mrs Fairhead?

-Have you even got a ring?

-No.

Wait a minute.

SHE LAUGHS

No, no, I'm supposed to put it on you.

-THE OTHERS LAUGH

-Does it matter?