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Laura.

Laura.

-Laura.

Help me!

-Ho ho ho.

-I want a Barbie doll

and a bicycle...

and roller skates...

and ballet shoes,

and a Mickey Mouse watch,

and a doll--

Easy, easy, easy, easy.

Laura, Laura,
it's okay, it's all right.

You're just dreaming.
You were just dreaming.

You're back now.
It's all right.

All right,
just lie down.

That's it.

That's it.

Just lie down.

There, that's it.

Okay, have a look here.

-Ah.

Ah, Doctor.

-Now...

tell me.

What was it?
-I dreamed I could see.

-That's normal.

And what else?

-Well, nothing really.
It was just a crazy dream.

-That's what
you're here for,
to dream.

What kind of a dream?

-A dream about Christmas

obviously because
tonight is Christmas Eve.

And what about Christmas?

Santa Claus.

-Laura, tell me what
you saw in your dream.

-I told you, Dr. Newbury,

Santa Claus.

-All right,
let's try this again.

Maybe we're
onto something.

Can we try this
again, Laura?

-Anything for you,
Dr. Newbury.

-Good.

I think--
I'm not sure--

but I think
she made contact.

Assistant: Doctor.

-What is it, Laura?

What did you see?

-Can I go
to the bathroom?

-Help her, will you?

Subject may be making contact.

Can't be certain

if subject's reaction
and mental response

of coma victim
are connected.

I wonder if she's
playing games with me.

-Even if she does
make contact

with the coma victim,

she may not be aware
she's doing so.

She may just be
denying her powers...

but I can't help feel

she's holding
something back.

-Are we almost through, Doctor?

-Almost.

Just one more try.

Okay?

Are you with me, Laura?

-Yeah, okay.

Now, this time...

I would like you
to really...

relax, all right?

Just empty your mind...

of everything,

all the thoughts,

all the clutter.

Okay?

Let sleep take you away.

Let the dreams come.

Let the dreams come...

and take you away.

Go...

Go with the dreams, Laura.

Go wherever the dreams go.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

Nothing.

Just sleep...

and dream...

and dream...

and dream, Laura.

Dream...

and dream.

Dream, dream.

- Laura! Laura!
Easy, easy, easy.
-No!

-Laura, Laura,
it's a dream.
It's a dream.

Easy. It's okay.

-Here's some water, Laura.
-It's all right.

-Right here.

-So that's all?
That's it?

A scary Santa?

-That's it.

-And that's all
you can tell me?

-Uh-huh.

What time is it, Doctor?

My brother is
picking me up.

-Huh, I'm sorry.
It's late.

You're going out
of town for Christmas?

-Yeah, my grandmother's
got a house out in the country,

in Piru.

- You're going to Peru?
- No.

-Piru.

It's up in the North end
of the valley.

-Well, you have a good time

and we'll continue
after the holiday break.

Oh, and, uh,

thank you for the oranges.

-Granny's got
a million of 'em.

Doctor...

I don't think I want
to do this anymore.

-Remember, I warned you

that this would
require...

a kind of courage.

-Well, you have
other volunteers.

-I understand.

Certain psychic abilities

can be... frightening.

-I'm not scared.

-Maybe you should be.

On the other hand...

maybe it was wrong
for me to expect...

someone so young

could venture into
these uncharted areas.

-Well, talk about it
after Christmas.

Okay?
-Yes, okay.

-Good bye, Doctor Newbury.

-Woman over PA:
Dr. Wallace, report to
operating room one.

Dr. Adam Wallace, report
to operating room one.

-You think
she made contact?

-I think...

that she is playing
little girl games.

Her body may be young,

but her soul is old,

older than we can imagine.

-You think she'll come back?

-She's gone too far.
She'll be back.

And then
she'll let me go
as deep as I want.

She likes it...

loves it.

Knowledge,
she can't resist it.

She wants to
penetrate his mind...

see what he sees...

the way that he sees it.

-Woman: Captain Hank,
report to emergency.

-My brother's coming
to pick me up.

Could you let me know
when he's here?

-I'm very busy, Miss.

-Well, if you see
a red jeep outside,

will you let me know?

-I'll do my best.

Bitch.

-Excuse me?

-Woman:
Dr. Evans, report
to gynecology.

Dr. Evans,
report to gynecology.

-Thank you.

-Mount Memorial?

-Nurse Corin,
please report to reception.

Nurse Corin,
please report
to reception.

-Excuse me.

Miss?

Hey!

Hey, excuse me?

Hey, what's
wrong with you?

-Hey, Laura.

Hey, sis.

Come on.

-Is she all right?
-Yeah, she's fine.

-Merry Christmas.

-Not for you.

-Hey.
-Sorry, I couldn't help it.

-Remember that girl
I was telling you about?

Jerri?

-Oh, the aerobics instructor?

-No, the stewardess.

-You're gonna bring
this friendly skuzz

to granny's for the weekend?

-How'd you know?

-I'm psychic, remember?

-Do you mind?

-I'll get over it.

-Thanks.

Let's try to get
an early start

and leave around 2:00.
-Uh-uh, got my shrink at 3:00.

-Then we leave later,
pea brain.

-Do you know how
pea brain gets his belt off?

-How?

You're sick.

I'm not.

-Okay, Timmy, you be
a good little boy, now,

and take your medicine,

and Merry Christmas.

Ho ho ho!

Merry Christmas.
-Merry Christmas, Santa.

-Want to lick
my candy cane, little girl?

Ho ho ho.

Dr. Rothman, please report
to nutrition.

Dr. Rothman,
please report to nutrition.

Now, what have we got here?

"Coma victim."

Hey, Ricky,
want a drink?

What's that?
Vegetables don't drink?

Great, pal.

More for me.
Cheers.

Cheers.

Hey, vegetable!

Who's your
favorite singer?

Perry "Coma"?

* Fly me to the moon

* Let me play
among the stars *

Ho ho ho!

What the fu--

Hey, buddy.
Easy, boy.

You're not well.

Hey, Ricky,
about the broccoli,

I was just kidding,
seriously.

Want a drink? No!

No! No!

-You were hostile
to the receptionist

after telling Dr. Newbury
you were quiting his experiment.

-She was a bitch.

-But you felt angry
towards her?

-Yes.
-And Dr. Newbury?

Does he make you angry?

-I guess so.

-That's probably
why you imagined
the receptionist dead.

You took revenge
against her in your mind.

-I--

I don't know.

-Laura, I want
to talk more about

those unusual experiences

you say you've been having
since you were a child...

seeing things, if you will.

-After the plane crash,

when my parents died...

I told you, Doctor,

I don't really see things.

-But you see them
in your mind.

What does it feel like?

Can you describe it to me?

-It's a creepy feeling.

A warm sensation
in my spine,

and I get chills on my arms.

-Go on.

-My grandmother says

all our thoughts
are just pieces of
one big thought.

We just think
about the little pieces,

but sometimes
we're thinking about

the same little piece
as someone else.

Hm-hmm. Yes.

Scientists have been
saying for years

that animals communicate
in this way.

I believe it.

My Airedale, Earnest,
every time I go away,

he knows before
I'm even packing.

He starts to whine.

It's like a special sense
that most of us don't have

or if we do,
don't know how to use.

You might call it
extra sensory perception.

-You mean
I'm not crazy,

for an Airedale.

Laura, when you say
you're having visions

of the past or flashes
of future events,

I'm not doubting you,

but I am wondering
if something else is going on.

-Like what?

-Laura, I'm not
criticizing you.

I'm trying to put you
in touch with your anger.

The plane crash,
losing your parents
while you survived,

the fact that you're blind
and others aren't...

There's a pool of anger
inside of you

and you have
to let it go.

You need to reach
out to people.

Let people help you
cross the street

even if you can
do it yourself.

Trust people more.

Who said you have
to be the world's champion
blind orphan?

-But, Doctor...

will I stop seeing
these creepy things?

I hate it.

I don't want
to see the future
or the past...

or anything weird.

I just want to be normal.

-Laura...

no one is... normal.

-Yes?

Well, can I help you?

-Laura, this is Jerri.

Jerri, this is Laura.
-Hi, nice to meet you.

-I never shake
on the first date.

-Don't mind Laura.
You should see her
when she's really pissed.

-Well, it's nice
to meet you anyway.

Chris tells me
you're psychic.

-Chris tells me
you give great head.

-Jesus, Laura.

-Oops.

-I'm good with
my hands too.

Let's see, you take
the 5 onto the 126

and then you turn left.

-Forget the map.

You take the 101
to Moorpark Road.

It's the way we always go.

-So, Laura, tell me
how long have you
been handicapped?

-I don't consider
myself handicapped.

-Oh.

-Laura'll kick
your ass on water skis.

-That's wonderful.

-Change the subject, baby.

-Ricky!

-Ricky, huh?
New boyfriend?

-Hey, Merry Christmas, buddy.

Hop in.

Want to see why
I hate Christmas?

Wife makes me
wear it every year.

Would you wear
porqueria like that?

Then again you
could use a little
brightening up.

Christo!

What happened to you, man?

You get a head transplant?

You okay, sis?

-Here, have some
de Monet water.

It's natural carbonation.

-Merry Christmas
to you too.

-Your pardon, young sir,
I was at my devotions.

I did not hear you.
-I'm sorry, sir,

but surely
I made enough noise
to awaken the dead.

-The government of France--

I've seen the uniforms

of many governments
in my time.

What would a soldier
of France want with him?

Shelter, for one thing.

Permit me to introduce myself:
Lieutenant Andre Duvalier.

-126 service.

Oh, hi, Janet.

I'm glad you called.

I'm kind of lonesome
here all by myself.

-Duvalier: I wouldn't want
to inconvenience
the French army.

-I'm just watching a movie.

Yeah, me too.

-Oh, wait. Wait a sec--
I got a customer.

Hold on though.
Don't hang up.

I want you to talk
dirty again to me

like you did last night.

Okay, okay, don't hang up.

Be right back.

-Merry Christmas.

Can I help you?

-Janet:
Hey, Greg, are you there?

Come on.

I want to
talk dirty to you.

Greg.

Okay, listen.
I know you're there.

I'm thinking about you

and my panties get wet
just waiting for it.

Oh, Greg.

-Duvalier!

-Yes, Baron?
-Cognac for our guests.

That was sure dumb.

-Phone's gonna ring.

-Hello.

Oh, hi, Chris,
where are you?

-You know,
people ask me all the time

if I'm not
afraid of flying.

The airline says
you have just as much chance
dying in a plane crash

as you do being
hit by lightening.

-And if they told you
pit bulls make good house pets,

would you believe that too?

-Your favorite
chestnut dressing.

What?

Tell Laura I made
gooseberry pie

just like when
you were little.

Oh, Chris, I was
gonna go out,

but it's such a long
trip to the store.

Could you stop
and get a couple of sticks
of butter for me?

Thanks, dear.

I'll see you in an hour.

Drive carefully.

Woman:
I've waited for you so long.

-Yes?

-The scene here
at county hospital

is one of mass confusion

in the wake of two
brutal murders.

According to
Lieutenant Connely,

both the hospital receptionist

and an unidentified man
dressed as Santa...

-Take me through
this again, will you, Doc?

You say this guy
was in a coma?

-Comatose for six years, yes.

-Comatose, six years.

How come he's running
around killing people?

-I believe that he's innocent
until proven guilty.

You do?

Come here.
Come on, I want to
show you something.

Your, uh, coma victim,
what's his name?

-Woman: Caldwell,
Richard Caldwell.

-Caldwell rings a bell.
Richard Caldwell--

Wait a minute,
Ricky Caldwell?

That was about
six years ago.

The Santa Claus Killer.
He was really cute.

Chopped people up
with an ax.

-She sees what he sees.

-It's not the same guy.
It couldn't be.

This, uh, Ricky
got iced in a shootout.

-Not quite.
-I was there.

We pumped a dozen rounds
into this bastard,

blew half his head off.

-His brain was
surgically reconstructed.

We brought back some of his
basic motor functions

so that his heart
and lungs could keep working.

We may have even
reactivated his memory centers,

but there was no way to know
as long as he was in a coma.

-You jump started
his memory, Doc, is that it?

-In the vernacular, yes.

-Great, sounds great.

I got to tell you.

If you don't mind my saying,
I'd have pulled his plug.

-Even his life
was of value, Lieutenant.

-Now, go ahead. Eat.

It's nice and hot,
good for you.

There there.

You don't have
to thank me.

-You see...

we're experimenting
with coma victims.

We're trying to see

if people
with psychic ability

can establish
telepathic communications.

-I'm sorry, Doc,

but all this new-age stuff
just goes right over my head.

All right, look...

imagine, um--

Imagine a telephone
hasn't been used in a while.

We're trying to see
if we can make it ring.

-Okay, now watch this.

-Laura.

-Hear that?

-Laura.

-What do you
make of that, Doc?

-There's a young woman
that we use in the experiment.

She's extraordinary.

She doesn't even
have any idea of her powers.

Her name is Laura.
-Laura, huh?

And she just sort of
rang his telephone,
is that it?

-She touched his soul.

He's drawn to her.

-She sees what he sees.

But what if Ricky sees
what Laura sees.

-Just got a report in
from the sheriff's office.

There's a homicide
out on old Moorpark Road.

They found hospital
tags on the scene.

I think it just
might be our boy.

-Laura who, Doc?
Where is she?

-Laura Anderson.

I don't know
where she is,

but I'll tell you
one thing, Lieutenant.

You had better find her
before he does.

-Those are my grandchildren,
Chris and Laura.

That one's Laura.
Pretty, isn't she?

You know,
she's handicapped too.

They're coming tonight.

It's an annual tradition.

I'm just checking to see

if Santa
left a gift for you.

-Jerri: * We wish you
a Merry Christmas *

* We wish you
a Merry Chris-- *
-Wait, start--

I'll start low
if you start high, okay?

-Okay.

* We wish--
-Chris: No, I start low.

You start high.
-Okay, okay, okay.

Chris and Jerri:
* We wish you
a Merry Christmas *

* We wish you
a Merry Christmas *

* We wish you
a Merry Christmas and
a happy New Year *

* We wish you
a Merry Christmas *

* We wish you a Merry
Christmas *

* We wish you
a Merry Christmas *

* And a happy New Year

Jerri:
* Good tidings we--

-What's wrong?

I guess I'm just tired.

-You two go in
and I'll get the bags.

-Granny?

Granny!

She's not here.
-You sure?

-She always hears the car.

She always comes out
on the porch to wait for us.

-Oh, shit.
I forgot to pick up
some butter.

-Something's not right.

-Maybe she walked
down to the Otz's house.

Unless the
Bogey Man got her.

-Chris isn't gonna
let the Bogey Man get us.

Are you, Chris?

-Where's a telephone booth?
I have to change.

-I like you just
the way you are, Clark.

-Careful you two
don't drown each other.

-Chris: Laura, give it
a rest, will ya'?

-There's something wrong.

Chris, I'm serious.

Something's wrong.

-Laura, don't go
all Twilight Zone
on us, please.

This chair's out of place.

-That chair's always
right there by the fireplace.

-How can she tell?
-We grew up in this house.

She knows every
inch of it by heart.

-The chair
should be here.

-So the chair is moved.
What's the big deal?

Come on, Jer,
I'll show you the
rest of the house.

-Granny?

Granny.

-Wow, neat old house.

-Hey, Laura,
are you okay?

Why don't you
start that bath?

I'll check out
the food situation.

-Happy hour.

-Hey, don't be sad.

-I can't help it
this time a year.

It makes me think
about Mom and Dad.

-Hey.

To Christmases
past, present, and future.

-I don't know
about this.

-Just come on in.

-Whoa.

Whoa.
-Too hot?

-You or the water?

-Mhmm, it's so nice.

I don't think your sister
likes me very much.

-I don't know.
It takes her a while
to warm up to people.

I don't want to
talk about Laura.

-Okay.

-Oh, hey,
what are you doing?

Scrub my back.

-Like that?

-More like this.

-You want me
to scrub your back?

-Shut up.

-It's just an old cop
grabbing at straws here,

but, uh,

if this guy's really
on her wavelength...

is it possible that
wherever she's gone

he's headed that way too.

-She said that
she was going to
her grandmother's

for the holidays.
-Uh-huh.

I don't suppose you know
where grandma lives.

-She mentioned something
about, uh, Piru.

-Oh, that's north

or could be west.

It's about 50/50.
You can take your choice.

You're not blowing smoke
up my ass, are you, Doc?

-That sounds like
an enterprise of great pith,

and moment which I would
just as soon decline.

-Just asking.

-She always
brings me oranges.

She said something about...

her grandmother having
a lot of orange trees.

Well, that's something anyway.

Yeah?
Connely here.

I want you to go through

the names of all
the orange growers
in Ventura.

Look for Anderson,

registered as Anderson.

Yeah. Right.

-Wait. Wait!

-Maybe we should
go look for granny
at the Otz's.

-Come on, babe,
let's go for a walk.

-There's the North Star.

There's the Big Dipper.

Right over there,
that's Orion.

-Where's Orion?

I don't see it.

Come on now, baby.
Don't try to scare me.

I don't like it, okay?

-Ahh!

-Who lives here?

-Workers, people
who pick the oranges.

They come and go.
-Maybe Granny's here.

-I'd give it a try.

-How about that house?

Man: Gustav.

Man 2: She saved you.

She loves you.

You must...

help...

her...

tonight.

Her soul cries out

for release.

Go back.

-Nobody at the Otz's
house either.

-Yeah, I forgot.
Carrie always goes down
to Baja this time of year.

There's a trailer near
La Fonda.

-You're worried, aren't you?

I can tell.

-Well, it's weird.
It's Christmas Eve

and Granny's not here.

My kid sister's
alone at the house.

-She's hardly a kid.

Anyway, what about me?

-Hey, everybody's
a kid on Christmas.

-Won't need those soon.

-Uh, you mean, um...

-We're practically
there already.

-Uh-huh.

-You, um--
You hooked up?

I mean, with one of these?

-Oh, no.

I make it a rule
never to attempt

two important functions
simultaneously.

-That's what I said,

but once you get one,

you'll never know
how you did without it.

You know, you got
call registry,

and call waiting,
call forwarding,

hundred memory
auto-dialer.

You got a stick?
-A what?

-Well, if you drive
a stick shift,

you need the
hands-free option.

That's a must.

-Sounds like you have
a financial stake

in these hazardous toys.

-Well, I do get
100 bucks off my
cellular bill

for every new sign-up.

-Well, perhaps you should

conserve your
zeal and vigor

for the pursuit
of our lost friend.

-Doc, you seem
to know your way

around all
this mystical stuff,

but do you know
what they call it

when you get
deja vu twice?

-A reoccurring
extra-sensory phenomenon.

-No.

Stupid.

-You should give
her a chance, Laura.

Give me a chance.

Be more tolerant
of people, okay?

I know it's hard,
but nobody's perfect.

You don't have
to be perfect either.

I love you so much.

-I'm sorry, Chris.

-It's okay.

-I've been
so jumpy lately.

I don't know why.

-That experiment?

-Maybe.

I just feel like

that something's
pressing at me

and I keep pushing it away.

Does that sound crazy?

-What does your shrink say?

-He says it's the dis--

disequal--

disequilibrating phase
of my development.

-What does that mean?

-Heck if I know,
just plain nuts.

-Yeah, well,
if you weren't a little nuts,

you wouldn't be my sister.

We're two peas in a pod.

-Two peas in a pod...

and Granny.

Where is Granny?

-The Otz's house
was locked up,

nobody home.

-We should go into town
and look for her.

-Just give her
another 15 minutes.

Granny won't mind
if we warm up dinner.

I'm starved.

-Did you move your car?
-No, why?

-It's not there anymore.

-You know, with
all your talk about
scientific theory...

there's one thing you keep
leaving out of the mix,

a little item
called murder.

-Granny.

-Granny!

-Granny!

-Okay, what's going on?

-Oh, Chris, please!

-Something really
weird is happening.
We just found my car...

-Upside down in
the orange grove...
-Completely trashed.

-Let's go.
We can walk to
the highway, please.

-What if Granny
needs our help?
-Why don't we call the cops?

-Smart.

-I'll call.

-It's dead.
-Let me give it a try.

-"You see, Vitius,
even the phone is dead."

-It's not funny, Chris!

-Look, if somebody
robbed the place,

don't you think
we'd have noticed by now?

-Look.

-My picture...

it's gone.

-Carved him up
pretty good, huh?

-Red reactivates
his childhood trauma.

-Wait a minute.
That's my car.

-Yeah? Hello?

Damn it.
Yeah, Connely!

Yeah, what you got?

I'm in Piru.

Can you hear me, Ricky?

You find her yet?

Your soul still searching?

I should have
left you alone.

I'm sorry.

I should have
let you sleep.

-Okay, about 15 minutes
up the road is a farm

registered with
the Orange Groves Association

under the name of Anderson.

Let's hope
it's the same one.

Let's hope
we're not too late.

-It's him.

I know it is.

Chris: Who, Laura?

-He was a little boy...

and then--

and then
something happened...

something terrible.

-What happened?
What little boy?

-I saw into his mind.

He was showing me
his past.

-Who?
What are you talking about?

-I don't know
what's going on here,

but whatever it is--

Holy shit!

-It's no use.

He won't be stopped.

Are you okay?

He almost killed her.

-It's not her he's after.

-You know this guy, Laura?

-If we stay here,
he'll kills us all.

-So what are you
going to do when
we find him?

-Well, uh...

we always hope that
the guy will surrender...

themselves,

but in a case like this,

it's really very
difficult to tell.

I'd just kind of like
to stop him before he
kills somebody else.

You know what I mean?

-Then there's a possibility
that you'll kill him.

-Well, there's always
that possibility.

-There's no way
that you can

trap him, take him alive?

-I suppose you'd
get all bent

if somebody
was to suggest

you care more about
your scientific theory

than you do
about innocent people.

-There are no
innocent people, Lieutenant.

We're all guilty.

Guilty of being stupid,

irrational, doomed,

and badly designed.

No, science
is the only way

to restore
our innocence.

Ricky isn't a killer.

He's a way to stop
people from killing...

like snake venom
is a way to cure the bite.

-Well, studying snakes

is your thing, Doc.

Stomping on 'em is mine.

And speaking of snakes,

excuse me while
I relieve the reptile.

-Crazy son of a bitch.

-Come on, Chris, let's go.

Didn't he say
he was just going upstairs?

Look, Laura, we're
all in this together, okay?

Chris?

Hurry.

Chris?

-Look what I found.

It's grandad's old greener,

12 gauge and shells.

This thing must be
100 years old.

Hope these are still good.

-What's the matter?

Come on, Laura.

-Wait.

-What is it?
-I don't know.

Laura: Hang on! Jerri!

Jerri?

No!

Don't!

-Chris: Run!
Go back to the house!

-No, Chris!

Go.

-Let's go back.
-No.

-Hello, Ricky.

It's Dr. Newbury.

Easy, easy, easy, easy.

-All right, Laura, it's okay.

It's all right,
you're just dreaming.

you're just dreaming.

-Now, tell me.
What was it?

She woke you up,
didn't she?

-Laura:
I dreamed I could see.

Newbury: That's normal.

And what else?

-Well, nothing really.
It was just a crazy dream.

-Well, that's
what you're here for,
Laura, to dream.

What kind of a dream?

-A dream about Christmas...

obviously because
tonight is Christmas Eve.

-And what about Christmas?

Santa Claus.

Ricky.

Ricky.

Ricky.

-Laura.

-He's dead, isn't he?

Isn't he?

-Yes.

Two peas in a pod.

He was all I had.

-I'm sorry.

-I loved him too.

We can't just wait here
for this maniac

to come get us.

-There's another gun.

My grandfather's army pistol,

it's under one of the beds.

Maybe this one.

It must be the other.

-Stay here, I'll go get it.
-No! Jerri--

-Shh, I'll be right back,
I promise.

-Jerri.
-Yeah?

-I'm sorry
I was mean to you.

-Jerri?

I can feel you here.

Jerri.

-Laura.

Laura.

-No.

-Laura, listen to me, dear.

-No.

-Are you listening?

You must listen
to me, Laura.

You have the power.

It is a gift.

You must accept it.

Learn how to use it.

-I'm scared, Granny.

-Don't be frightened, child.

Use your power.

Use it to do
good for people.

Use it for your life
and the lives of others.

-But I don't know
what to do, Granny.

Please help me.

-Concentrate, Laura.

Use your mind
like a lens

to gather the light

to shine on darkness
where you cannot see.

Use your power, child.

No one can hurt you
if you use the power.

-Granny?

Granny, you're here.

I can feel you near me.

Granny.

Granny!

Granny, please
don't leave me.

Please don't leave me!

Help me!

Help.

-Now we're even.

-Chris:
Hey, bubble head!

-Is it live or
is it Memorex?

-Chris!

-I'm over here, Ricky.

Come and play.

-Give me a call
some time, Doc.

-Lieutenant.

Don't...

be stupid.

-I love you, Chris.

-Call ahead to intensive care
to set up life support.

With a little luck,
we can save this guy.

-Um, how you doing?
Are you okay?

-I'll be fine. Thanks.

-I don't know
how you did it.

I guess there's a lot of things
that I don't know.

-Merry Christmas.

-And a happy New Year.