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- Ms. Mckracken, tell us--
- It's not Mckracken. It's Carol.

Mckracken is something
I just use for legal stuff--

Divorce papers, bankruptcy notice,
that sort of thing.

- And Carol is your maiden name.
- No. My professional name

As in Christmas carol.

I manage the Deck the Halls store
in Reseda,

spreading cheer throughout the year
with the widest assortment

of Christmas decorations
south of the North Pole.

Oh, and these
are the spirits of Christmas.

Somebody have a little too much
eggnog and crashed the sleigh?

No. We don't drink and drive.

We stroll and sing.

You're professional carolers.

We're all proud members of
the screen actors guild,

on honorary withdrawal.

Deck the Halls keeps us
in bread pudding year round

so that we can give the gift
of live music for free.

That's what we were trying to do
before our trip to Venice.

- Oh, your group performed in Italy?
- California.

There we were
in our red hats and scarves...

Singing a winter wonderland
watching the sunset on the beach

when a tattooed man in blue
approached and advised us

that we were in Crip territory.

Well, I happen to speak Crip, so I
told him, "Chill. We were friendlies."

But then 5 men in blue approached

and asked if the red scarves meant that
we were sent by the bloods to diss them.

I said fo-shizzle, we were just
spreading the word

and please not get up in our grills.

Then I reached for my pitch-pipe--

- They beat the crap out of you.
- Maybe they weren't music lovers.

How did you escape unhurt?

I took their advice and hauled
my cracker ass out of there.

Ms. Carol, does your status at the
screen actor's guild entitle you to

- accident insurance?
- Oh, no.

That's why we're here.

We saw a notice on the
Sag bulletin board

for the Hedda Grubman
cosmetic surgery fund.

For all four surgeries?

In return for your services,
we're prepared to render ours.

- You want to sing for your surgeries?
- Not just sing.

"Deck the Halls". We will open
our store room to you.

Mcnamara/Troy will be turned
into a winter wonderland

with live music
courtesy of "The Spirits."

Mrs. Grubman did love Christmas.

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Season 5 Episode 08
Duke Collins

Sean, really. What are we, 5?

Oh, come on. We've been doing
secret Santa since college.

It's a holiday tradition.

So's mince meat, whatever
the hell that is.

Well, I think it's sweet. I mean, it's
nice to have some sort of a tradition,

especially when you celebrate
Christmas every year

in a bathing suit and sunblock.

Think of it as a challenge

finding something original and
meaningful for under $10.

Good. So, you won't mind another
"pull my finger Santa?"

Look-- we haven't all been together
on Christmas in a long time.

Maybe it is stupid,
but I want to do it, OK?

I want to do the tree,
the big turkey dinner.

If we can't take the time to celebrate
being together as a family when we are,

we're going to regret it
when we're not.

All right. Let's do it.

If you get your own name,
we throw them all back

- and we try again.
- Yes, yes.

Hello.

How bad?

Um, we're on our way.

Matt's in the hospital.

He's got second degree burns
over 30 percent of his body,

mostly back and legs.

We had to wait for his vitals
to stabilize in the ER

before transferring him over here.

Honey, can you hear me?
Everything's going to be all right.

- Pulse is 160...
- Hang in there, buddy.

- He'll need excision and grafting.
- We'll do it.

Fine. We'll just prep him
and check your privileges.

My God, I just don't understand
how this could have happened.

Methamphetamine lab explosion.
Excuse me.

- Meth lab explosion?
- We thought he was clean.

- And you didn't tell me?
- He told us it was over.

That he'd gotten help and
had it under control.

He asked us to trust him, Julia.

We'll be back when we're finished.

He's lucky to be alive.

We have to focus on that.

I'm angry at him, too, you know?

How are you feeling, sweetie?

The surgery went well.
We had to do some grafting.

We took some skin from your ass.

You know, the place
where you keep your brains?

Thank you.

They said you were lucky.

That you could have been killed.

How could you do this to yourself?
I just don't understand.

In the ambulance I heard them.

They didn't think
I was going to make it.

And all I could think about was Jenna,
about leaving my baby.

Don't give up on me, OK?

No one's giving up on you.

We're your family.

You'll be out in time for Christmas

- and we'll all be together.
- No, we won't.

You're not invited.

Your promises are shit, man.

I'm done saving your ass.
I'm done being sucked in by your lies,

your pathetic cries for help.

You know what it's like to be a parent--
peeling skin away

from the body of your own child?

The child you delivered with
your own hands? I'm through!

Don't worry. He'll come around.

I'll talk to him.

The bullet entered at a strange angle.

Whoever did this
must have been up pretty close.

He was sitting on my lap.

Oh, so this was a lover's quarrel.

What are you talking about?

It was a kid, 9 or 10 years old.

Sorry. I thought that--

Look, I needed some extra cash
last Christmas, so I

took a gig playing Santa.

Merry christmas, Jacob.

I had a line a mile long.

The store was going to close
in a half hour.

From the minute he climbed those steps,
I knew something was wrong.

Thinking back, it was like
he was on a mission or something.

I asked him what he wanted
for Christmas.

Same as last year. Don't you remember?

Every christmas I give you a list--

a Nintendo, an iPod, a digital camera.

And every time you tell me
you'll get me that stuff, if I'm good.

Yeah, right. Being good doesn't
get you anything, does it?

You lying sack of Christmas shit.

They shot Santa!

Did they catch the kid?

Yeah. But I didn't press charges.

I mean, the kid's had it tough enough.

Why make it worse?

Well, that's very magnanimous of you,
Mr. Collins.

I'm not sure many people would
have responded quite that way.

We'd have to reopen the wound,

clean the scarring and damaged tissue,

and then create something
called a "Limberg flap,"

which we'd rotate
onto the enlarged hole.

I could schedule you
for sometime after the--

No. I want it done now.

I want to be out in time
to be Santa on Christmas eve.

Look, doc,

I've spent a year nervous
around kids, you know?

It's like post-traumatic
stress syndrome.

I've got to get back on the reindeer.
I like kids.

I don't want to spend my life
afraid of them,

have them afraid of me.

Mmm...I talked to Sean about Matt.

He'll come around.

This doesn't feel right--
Sneaking around.

That's why we should tell him.
Just be honest about it.

I'm going to wait 'till
after the holidays.

It was going to be hard enough this year

with everything going on with Matt.

It'd just be cruel.

What about Olivia?
You have to tell her, too.

No. She has too much going on with Eden.

I want to wait 'till
after the holidays. Please.

It's important to me.

Shit!

Jesus!

I thought you said he was
in surgery all afternoon.

- Someone must have canceled.
- Hello.

I'm not getting in that closet.

Christian. Christian?

What are you doing?

Just working out.

I always do this after I masturbate.

Make sure I hit all the muscle
groups.

I thought we'd go get a tree together.

I found this great organic tree farm
down on third.

They've got Douglas firs and

- Colorado blue spruce--
- Sean, Sean, Sean!

You don't expect me to work out
in front of the mirror

and not want to whack off again.

You're sick.

You go by yourself.

I can take all night.

I need a lot of foreplay.

I'll wait. I'm not due back in surgery
for a couple of hours.

- Can I get you some water or something?
- Get him out of here.

I'm not good in small, dark spaces.

I feel like I'm in a sealed coffin.

Are you done?

You go, man. I just want to take
a nap and cuddle.

Come on. Get up and let's go!

You go. I'm all snuggled up here.

It's pathetic picking out
a tree by yourself.

We used to always do it together,
the 3 of us, rember?

Yeah, I know, I know.
That was 20 years ago.

Now we do things by ourselves,
like, tie our shoelaces

and pick up trees.

Fine.

I'll call Julia. See if she'll come.

Why is her phone here?

I don't know. I guess I must have
picked it out by mistake

when we played secret Santa.

All right. I'll go by myself.

If I hear one word
about the size or shape.

I'm not one of your girlfriends, Sean.

That was fun.
Let's never do that again.

Have you seen my other shoe?

There you go.

Where are you going?

Where I should have gone
instead of coming here.

- To talk to Kimber.
- You sure you'll come out alive?

I don't know, but I have to try.

I mean, the fact is,

if I can avoid hurting
Sean and Olivia, I will.

But I'm not going to have
my son wake up

and feel that everyone
in his life has deserted him.

You know what? I'm coming with you.

Takes at least 2 to tango
with Kimber,

preferably 8. One for each tentacle.

Go away!

Bah humbug.

Ebenezer Cruz,
where's your Christmas spirit?

I love that our savior was born.
I just hate the party we throw

and the music.

I mean, take a look at this guy.

Getting plugged by a 10-year-old
because he didn't get a Nintendo.

People go broke, they eat too much,

spend it alone--

Come on, Liz. After all these years,

you still need an engraved invitation?

You're spending the day with us,
just like you do every Christmas.

You, too, Linda.

Can't. I'm golfing.

It won't be the same without you.

We're having everybody over.
Julia's coming.

And olivia.

I don't think I can make it either.

Are you still pissed
about what happened with Julia?

I wish that I were
a better person, Sean.

But maybe we both can learn
a lesson in forgiveness from Santa.

So you think duke here did
the right thing

by forgiving the kid that shot him.

That the punk's going to suddenly
see the light and go straight?

What movie are you living in?
"It's a wonderful life"?

Should have pressed charges
and locked that kid up,

so no one else would wind up
with a hole in their face.

It's about love, Sean.

It's about grace.

Mr. McNamara,

are you asleep?

You've been asleep
the last 4 times I've come to visit.

5's my limit. I won't be back again.

Mr. McNamara, persons suffering

disfigurement from a traumatic event

have to learn
how to recreate themselves,

to adapt to new body images.

Look,

lady, my dad's a plastic surgeon, ok?

I'm going to be fine,
so try recreating someone else.

I don't usually force
my services on unwilling patients.

The results are rarely successful.

However,

after reading your medical history,

I think you're definitely
in need of some recreation.

You tested dirty for meth.

I'm Rachel Ben-Natan,

your burn rehabilitation counselor.
I'm here to assist you.

How did it happen?

It was a falafel attack.

You know, those pita sandwiches?

I just had to have one.

So I went to

the university cafeteria,

I sat down

across the table
from a very handsome boy.

I was quite beautiful.

I could always get anyone I wanted.

When he turned away,

I just assumed he was gay
and went back to my falafel.

I was just about to take the first bite
when he blew himself up.

7 students died.

There was blood and

body parts, and pieces
of flesh everywhere.

I don't know how I survived.
I was very lucky.

You think you were lucky?

Well, I've lost my taste for falafel,
but I still have my life.

- Have you walked the hallways today?
- No.

No. It still hurts.

It will hurt more if you don't.

What if I say no?

Try it and see.

I should warn you though,
I spent 2 years in the israeli army.

And merry Christmas

to the biggest dick in town.

Keep it up, Danny boy.

How about that, uh?

All right, go on with your business.
We'll have a little swinging.

So, who's the over-40 crowd?

No one. Just some ghosts
from Christmas past.

Could stay close,
'cause I might need you.

Merry christmas, Julia.

- Would you like to hold baby Jenna?
- Yeah. May I?

No. You may not.

Emily, take Jenna to daycare.

So I take it you 2 are Mattie's parents.

I promise you that your granddaughter
will get everything that money can buy.

Great. So she can grow up
to be just like her mommy.

I don't think we should hope
for miracles, do you?

Wouldn't want to pressure the child.

Ram's going to marry me, and then

he's going to legally adopt
Jenna once we both get divorced.

That's why we came, Kimber,
because we thought you'd like to know

matt's had an accident.
He's in the hospital

and he's been badly burned.

Making meth, right?

Well, thank god Jenna was with me.

You're not fit to be near that child,
Kimber, and you know it.

What? You're a good mother, why?
Because you went to college?

Or is it because you've never had
to work a day in your life?

Because I was busy raising a family.

Yeah. You were lousy at it.

You robbed him of everything, Kimber.
His identity, his money, his future.

You're not going to
rob him of his child.

Don't you think that the little girl
is going to be a little bit better off

with Kimber and me,

rather than some punk who is willing
to be filmed taking it up the ass

so he can score
a little bit more boo-yah?

That's my son, you dick-sucking pimp.

Didn't you guys know
that Matt worked here?

Ram cast him in "First time fairies."

As a bottom.

Stop it, kimber. You're lying.

It's the only thing she's good at,
except for spreading her legs.

Well, my daughter's going to
have everything.

She's going to have designer clothes,
gourmet food,

and 2 parents who love her.

What's matt going to give her? Drugs?

So stop trying to rescue my child
when you can't save your own.

Could you please escort
these grandparents out of here?

Merry Christmas.

Hi, Julia.

I made some fruitcake.

It's a recipe from
one of my mom's ex's.

She was a real bitch,
but a dynamite pastry chef.

At least there was something
you liked about her.

I made it for you.

It's sort of a peace offering.

You want peace, Eden?

It's going to take a lot more than
a fruitcake after what you've done.

You have every reason to hate me, Julia.

My being with Sean was inexcusable.

Some sort of acting out, I guess.

I really should be back in therapy.

My anger towards you--

I feel terrible
about the way I've behaved.

Look...

you love my mom,

my mom loves you.

I've never had a real family.

Maybe this could be one.

I used to love fruitcake
when I was a girl.

It's so fattening.

One bite won't hurt.

What are you doing for Christmas?

Nothing really.

I may just go to the movies
or something.

I know mom's going to be with you.

It's ok.

Why don't you join us?

That's really kind of you, Julia,

but I don't think Sean
would appreciate my being there.

I don't know. You know,
it might help him.

Forgive and move on.

I'd love to come.

It's delicious.

This is what I rember about fruitcake--

once you start, it's hard to stop.

Well, I'll save the rest for later.

You can have it whenever you want.

Mom doesn't really like it anyway, so...

It's all yours.

Just a few more steps, mr. McNamara.

- Are all israeli women this--
- Pushy? Yes. It's genetic.

At ease, soldier.

So how long did you train for?

Not long.
Women are not really expected to fight.

Thank God.

Didn't you want to defend your country?

What I wanted was to find a husband.

All those handsome,
hard bodies in uniform,

tanned and sex-starved from the desert.

So after the army you went
to university to study psychology.

No. To find a husband.

Hey, Mattie.

- Is this a bad time?
- We were just finishing.

Rest up. Tomorrow we're going
to do twice around the floor.

No, Rachel. Stay, please.

Guys, this is Rachel Ben-Natan,
my counselor and torturer.

This is my mother Julia McNamara
and one of my fathers Christian Troy.

Mattie has 2 daddies. Nice to meet you.

- How nice for you.
- Yeah, it's big fun.

I-- we've been to see Kimber.

How's Jenna? Is she all right?

Kimber wants to keep Jenna, Matt.

I just need sometime with her to talk,
show her I've changed.

Apparently she's filing for divorce,
she's getting married

to Ram, and they have a pretty good case
against you ever getting custody.

No, I'm gonna fight for her.
She belongs with me.

Do you really think that you're capable

of taking care of a child?

She can't wait for you to grow up.

First dad and now you.
Anyone else wants to throw in the towel?

Oh, Mattie, come on.
Do you really think that any judge

in his right mind would give
you custody?

Seriously!

What is the Matter with you people?
Matt, listen to me.

You want your child back?

Either find a way or make a way.

And stop looking to your parents
to rescue you.

I'll be right back.

Are you ok?

Oh, yeah yeah. Really.

Just-- feeling a little low and

overwhelmed with everything
that's been going on.

- Excuse me, miss.
- I'm not going to apologize.

I meant every word I said.

- Was that tough love?
- Honesty. Try it.

Look, I'm a plastic surgeon.

I know you don't make much
as a burn counselor.

I'd be happy
to offer my services for free.

Why? Is there something
you think I should have done?

Well, since honesty
is the word of the day,

I could do a series of skin grafts,
I could restructure your bone line.

You could make me beautiful again.

Thank you, doctor, but no.

You might find this hard to believe, but

I'm quite happy as I am.

- A martyr?
- A survivor.

A living example of what people
can go through and survive.

Are you all right?

- Yeah.
- You look a little pale.

I'm probably getting a bug
that's going around or something.

Here they are.
I can't believe I found them.

What's going on?

What? Oh, nothing.
I must have gotten up too quickly.

Oh, those pictures are freshman year!

Christmas Eve before and after
the tree caught on fire.

You guys go ahead and laugh.

You didn't suffer
property damage, right?

Those "Penthouse" magazines
were vintage. Irreplaceable.

Ok, thank you.

Hello.

Well, we were just going to do
our secret santa thing.

Ok, well, I could meet you later.

Ok. Yeah.

You too. Bye.

Ah, that was Olivia.
We're having dinner later.

- I see you got your phone back.
- What?

Oh, yeah. God, I've been leaving things
all over the place lately.

So, who's going to go first?

I will.

Although I don't know
if we can top last year's

"I love my dick" picture frame.

That was good, huh?

Thank you, Santa.

Green paper, my favourite.

"McNamara/Troy.
Put your tits in our hands".

I thought that worked
for 80% of our clients.

Doesn't get better than that, does it?

My turn.

Mmm... edible undies. Hilarious.

Dessert for Olivia.

Very funny.

I have another one.

Hey, you're not supposed
to go over, rember?

- You know...
- Make us look cheap.

Oh, they're beautiful.

It's not like they're expensive
or anything.

It's just-- I don't know, I saw them,

I thought they'd look good on her, and

I got them.

I thought they'd look good
with your eyes.

Thank you, Christian.
You shouldn't have.

You guys are screwing each other.

Sean, I just bought her some earrings.

The phone, the touching...

Am I stupid?

Nobody's stupid. You shouldn't--

What? Take it personally?

Let it bother me.

She's not my wife anymore,
who gives a shit?

- How long?
- Sean, I'm sorry.

It just happened.

When were you gonna tell me?

Christmas day?

New years?

Or did you just want me
to catch you in the act

when I came home early by mistake?

You were there that day.

When the phone--

What did you do, hide under the bed?

In the closet.

- Jesus.
- Sean, you know,

I am sorry and we wanted
to tell you, but--

Well, I just wanted to
wait 'till after the holidays.

Right. Right.

Were you gonna sit me and Oli down
and give us the good news

- at the same time?
- What the hell is the difference?

I mean, seriously.

Look, I know it's difficult,
but you're not together now anyway.

- It's not like we're cheating on you.
- You're such a clueless piece of shit!

We love each other, Sean.

You left early this morning.

I didn't figure there was any point
in staying in bed if I wasn't sleeping.

I'll say one thing
for leaving the house before 5:00.

There's no traffic.

Look, we've been through enough over the
years to split us apart and then some.

But somehow,
we always end up back together.

I can't imagine anything in the world
that could change that except

maybe Julia. So,

I won't see her
if it means that much to you.

Oh, come on.
It's not like you're Mr. Celibate

pining away waiting for her.

Why didn't you just go
to New York and sleep with her there?

Or did you have to follow me
out here and do it under my nose

because that's the only way
you can really get off?

We're not doing it
to cause you any pain, all right?

We're doing it
to see if finally it feels right.

But...

I won't do it without your blessing.

I don't know if I can give it to you.

Give you my blessing.

I just don't know.

It looks good, doc.

Now I can look at my face without seeing
that kid, the gun.

Well, Santa
you're a better man than I am.

Then you must be one hell of a scumbag.

Excuse me. I'm in a private
consultation with a patient.

Go on. Tell him.

Don't be afraid. Just say it.

I'm sorry, daddy.

I'm sorry I shot you.

You did it, honey.

You turned the other cheek.

Honey, go wait in the lobby.
I'll be out in a second.

Your son is the one who shot you?

It's a long story, doc.

- How did you find me, Nancy?
- I followed the money,

like I always do.

I went to get back payment
from the court account,

and they said that

some ex-partymotion had been
granted for some emergency surgery?

It's not your money, Duke.

It's his!

You should have been straight
with us before the surgery.

I want you out now.

Come on, man.
The little bastard shoots me

ad she comes fter me for child support?

I am still waiting
for that apology, Duke.

"I'm sorry, son,

for abandoning you,

for giving up on you,

for pretending
like you don't even exist!"

Not now, go away!

You put that gun in his hand
and you cocked it.

All he had to do was pull the trigger.

Like this.

You need a hand with that?

No. I have 2 good ones of my own.

I came to ask you to come home.

Spend Christmas with your family.

Thanks.

It's ok. I made plans.

You know, when my dad left,

I thought I knew how to deal with it.

He wrote me off,
I'd write him off son of a bitch.

I thought I had it pretty under control.

The hurt, the loneliness,

the anger.

I'm just replaying it

by doing to you what he did to me.

- Look, dad, I don't hold it--
- He couldn't help it.

He couldn't be different with me
because of how his father was with him.

We're just passing the same shit
on and on and on.

And I just want it-- I want it to stop.

Here.

What's this?

Something he left me

before he left me.

He said it was a box for me
to put my dreams in.

I just figured it was useless.

The only dream I had was
seeing him again.

But I have another one.

For you to forgive me.

I don't want to give up on you, man.

I don't want you to give up on me.

You keep this.

This is for your dreams.

I've got to find my own.

All I know right now is that

I'm never gonna be a man
or a decent father

until I stop being your child.

I'd still love for you
to spend Christmas with me.

With us.

Be around people who love you.

I'm spending it with Rachel.

If I can't be with Jenna on Christmas,

I figure spending it with Rachel
and her kids

might take the sting
out a little, you know?

- She's got kids?
- 24 of them.

All in the pediatric burn unit.

It's good seeing you, dad.

Merry Christmas.

I'm glad you reconsidered.

- Matt coming?
- No. Maybe next Christmas.

Ok. Now, do you feel like
a holiday Martini?

It's like an everyday Martini
just with a lot more vodka.

Hey, thank you for coming.

It wouldn't be the same without you.

I know how hard this must be for you.

Not being here would be even harder.

Here we go.

Cheers.

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