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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Excuse me. Hi.

Excuse me, I... I was...

I've been actually waiting for that sp...

Excuse us.

Uh, excuse me.

Ouch!

Honestly.

Okay.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for...
it's a duck that dances.

Promotional display on seven.

On seven. Okay.

Where's... where's seven?

Uh, I think they're over this way.

They're over there. They're over here.

- Move it!
- Move, move!

- I see them!
- Excuse me.

Ouch. Ow.

- Move.
- I saw it first.

- Yes.
- My kid's better than yours.

Yes! Yes!

- Hey!
- I got the last one!

Who's the best dad now, huh, Cody?

- Yeah!
- Hey!

Let go of the duck!

Mine!

That is enough.

Stay away!

Stay away! Stay away from me!

Back off!

What is wrong with you people?

This is not what Christmas
is supposed to be like!

You people are animals!

Hold it right there.

Now, get your hands up
where I can see them, now.

I'm gonna need you
to hand me that pepper spray.

Look, Santa, I...

I just wanted the Dancing Dapper Duck

for my little girl, and that is all.

I know.

Now just give me the can.

Come on, now. That's it.

You don't want to hurt anyone.

Just give it to me.

That's it right there.

Holy mother...

My duck!

Thank you, thank you so much
for saving that.

I mean, at least if I have to go to jail,

I'm leaving with what I came for.

Sorry, but that toy
is going into evidence.

What?

Sir, this burning is gonna go away.

It's just gonna take a couple hours.

Long before you need to be back
in the North Pole.

Is Santa Claus gonna die?

Oh, hey. No, no, no.

Of course not, and don't you worry.

He's not really Santa.

He's not real?

No, no, sweetie. He's just pretend.

Santa's pretend?

- That's right.
- Buck, Buck, Buck.

- Mm-mm.
- What?

Did you just tell my kid
Santa isn't real?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, no, no.

I was... I was just explaining
that this Santa isn't Santa.

Hey, Cody, what's the matter?

Santa Claus isn't real.

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Right.

All right, that's everything
in the closet.

All right.

Okay, let's see how much we can get done

before your mom and Bobby get back.

Should we even be doing this
without them?

It's kind of Mom's thing.

Well, it usually is,

but when have you known your mother

to wait this late in the season
to have her tree up?

Well, it's been a lot this year.

I mean, I don't think anyone's really

feeling the Christmas spirit.

And that's why we are going to spread

some holiday magic.

All right? And...

Harry, untangle these lights.

You really think a tree
is gonna make Bobby forget

he might have cancer?

- Harry.
- What? It's the truth.

Yeah, but we don't think
that way in this house.

Okay, this is Bobby's first
Christmas with his new family,

and we are gonna do
everything that we can

to make it special for him.

Right?

Okay.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

Who's making popcorn?

I'll do it.

Oh, what's all this?

We got you a tree.

Well, you certainly did.

Oh, it's a beauty.

So how'd it go?

Well, he's not fully in the clear,

but thank God
this is the last test for now.

They've all been clean,
so the doctor says

he has no reason
to think it'll get worse.

And once we get these results,

then we can breathe.

So I hear there are tidings
of comfort and joy.

Mm, not quite joy,
but we're working on it.

Oh, that's... that's great news.

Hey, you guys, um...

I gotta get going.

You're leaving?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.
I got a lot of work to do.

My love? I'll see you.

- Bye
- Okay. Oh, yeah.

My man, my man.

Bye.

It got ugly.

After I said I had to work on Christmas,

he went straight to his room
and wouldn't speak to me

- for the rest of the night.
- Mm.

It's just new. He'll get over it.

Abuela's bringing him to my aunt's.

I know he's gonna have a great time.

He just... last Christmas was...

special.

This one's harder.

Uh-huh.

Is that why you invited us all here?

Trying to cram in as much Christmas cheer

between now and then?

Well, thought it'd be nice

to bring the boys
together for a playdate.

All three of 'em.

All right, who needs more cement?

- I do.
- Me.

Denny, we will do you first

with this big ol' piece.

- Hey, Buck.
- Yeah.

Can I spend Christmas with you?

I'm sorry, buddy,

but I'm gonna be working

on Christmas with... with your dad.

Stupid work.

I promise you.

He'll forget he was even mad
by New Year's.

Is it just me,

or does Christmas suck this year?

Definitely not just you.

It's been a rough year... for everyone.

So I'm happy to immerse myself
in the magic of Christmas,

and I just look forward
to putting this year behind me.

I wouldn't be surprised
if there's one more

smack in the face to come.

Maddie, are you okay?

Yeah, I just really
wasn't expecting this.

Christmas came early.

Yeah, it is always at Christmas.

Even now, he can't let me have any peace.

I'm sorry, this just feels
like blood money.

But it isn't.

It's your share of the marital assets.

You're entitled to every penny of that.

How?

I thought I wasn't entitled
to anything legally.

The Slayer Statute
only applies to murder.

Which you didn't commit.
It was self-defense.

Maddie, that money is the least
that Doug owed you.

Look, Maddie, I have
no sage words of wisdom here.

Keep it, donate it, burn it.

It's your call.

Because according
to the state of Pennsylvania,

that money is yours.

I'm telling you. Destination Christmas?

Greatest idea we've ever had.

I just don't know how
Christmassy it's gonna feel

for the kids
when it's 90 degrees in Hawaii.

Oh, yeah, that whopping
five-degree difference

from L.A. is really gonna
ruin the whole thing.

Next.

Where are we headed today?

Honolulu.

And will you be checking any luggage?

Yes, just these two.

And the clubs.

Oh, no, no, no.

Not letting these babies out of my sight.

Just a little early
Christmas gift to myself.

I'll carry these on.

Sir, you can't carry on
golf clubs onto the plane.

TSA policy. You'll have to check 'em.

Oh, come on. Really?

Sir. The clubs.

Just...

please be gentle with them.

Uh-huh.

Come on, man. Chop, chop.

You know the tracking numbers

don't say which one of us
sorted the bags, right?

Just toss 'em.

All right? Save us all some time.

Where's your Christmas spirit?

People's lives are in these bags,

and they've entrusted them to us.

Any one of them
might be filled with presents,

and those presents might be...

Fragile.

No room left here?

We'll have to wait for another cart.

Like hell we will. Give me those.

No, I...

Holiday hustle, damn it.

- Come on.
- Oh.

Whoops.

Hey, look out!

What...

Oh, my God. My clubs!

Yes!

Yeah!

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Baggage handler chased a runaway cart

into the engine inlet hazard zone.

The aircraft was taxiing.

Both fans were spinning.

These things,
they suck in the square footage

of a four-bedroom house
every second, so...

Buck, Eddie, get me, uh...

everything.

Officer, you might
want to clear this tarmac

and that window up there.

Once we open this thing up,

it's probably not gonna be very pretty.

Whoa. That's impossible.

- Sir, can you hear me?
- We got a live one.

Okay, we need to take
this thing apart now.

Let's get that nose off,
then we can remove the blades.

Easy, guys. Easy.

I can see him in there.

He seems to be in one piece.

I don't see a lot of blood.

Okay, very carefully,
let's pull him out of there.

Easy.

This is unbelievable.

Nothing appears to be broken.

What stopped the compressor?

Looks like these got sucked in first.

Locked up the blades.

Uh, Cap?

It's just a nosebleed.

Could've been allergies.
Could've been the Santa Anas.

Could've been how cold it was
out there on that tarmac.

Was this your first nosebleed?

Have your gums been bleeding?

Do you have a rash anywhere I can't see?

What are you doing?
Are you diagnosing me?

I haven't noticed any shortness
of breath or bruising,

but you could be hiding
symptoms like a headache,

dizziness, irregular heart rate.

Are you?

Buck, I'm not hiding any symptoms,

because I'm not having any symptoms

of whatever it is you think I have.

That tunnel fire,
you were in there way too long.

Okay, that much exposure to radiation

can cause aplastic anemia.

Did you know that's
what killed Marie Curie?

No, I did not know that.

I also did not know that you knew

who Madame Marie Curie was.

Well, I had to look her up.

But she was as really smart lady,

and she still died

from too much exposure to radiation.

Buck, listen, I appreciate your concern,

but I am fine.

So, please, stop
with the internet research.

Here is our real problem.

We have a tie for Christmas dinner.

Five votes for burgers
and five votes for Chinese.

Five people voted Chinese food?
I voted turkey.

Huh. You were the only one.

The falafel place
got more votes than turkey.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna switch my vote to Chinese.

I am just not up for cooking
Christmas dinner this year.

Ah, fatigue. Also a symptom.

Come here.

Buck, listen.

I know you're worried,

but there is nothing to worry about yet.

So as my grandmother always used to say,

don't go borrowing trouble.

Bobby, I know...

I do dumb things sometimes
and generally drive you crazy.

You're an important person
in my life, Bobby,

one of the most important.

I don't know what I would do...

if anything were to happen to you.

I think that I've moved past him,

and then something happens,

and he's right back in my life...

in my head again.

Have you moved past him,
or just around him?

You've made a lot of progress,
but on some level,

it feels like you're still
defining yourself through Doug.

Old habits, I guess.

I was 19 when we met,

so most of my adult life, he...

was my life.

Now isn't it time for you?

I mean, a life that's purely
and only Maddie's?

Not a life after Doug,
but a life without him.

I don't think I know the difference.

You still refer to him
as an active presence.

"He has ruined Christmas.
He is in my head."

But Doug's dead.

And I'm the one still holding on.

Now, you've said you've done
exposure therapy.

Have you been back there?

To Hershey?

To where Doug died.

You want me to go to Big Bear?

To what, relive that nightmare?

I want you to go back
to where he hurt you the most

and talk to him out loud.

And I want you to let him go.

Hey, now.

Mm-mm, mm-mm. Don't be greedy.

I thought you had a shift.

Michael!

Hey.

Hey!

- What you doing out here?
- Mm.

My ex-husband, he snores.

Come again?

Michael's in there.

- In our bed?
- Mm-hmm.

Why?

I didn't have the heart
to wake him to ask him.

- Hi.
- Good morning.

Hi, Michael.

- Yeah, this is awkward.
- You think?

I don't even remember
coming here last night.

Have you been drinking?

What? No.

Listen, I've been
having trouble sleeping.

And my doctor prescribed sleeping pills.

He said that one
of the side effects could be...

sleepwalking.

But sleep-driving?

Who's even heard of that?

Parasomnia.

It's a type of sleep disorder.

People have been known to walk for miles,

binge-eat, operate heavy equipment,

have sex.

Not that that's what
I'm saying happened here.

Well, I would've noticed.

I'm mortified.

You don't need to be. We're family.

But you do need to tell your doctor,

because if that's what this is,
it could be dangerous.

Yeah, I-I'll do that.

What are you doing?

I just want to make sure that
I don't walk into your house

or into your bedroom
in the middle of the night.

Michael, this is your house too.

No, it's not.

I'm sorry.

Very sorry.

Michael.

So you sure you don't mind
calling Athena?

All right, I-I just want
to know what she thinks.

I'll give her a call
as soon as I get back tonight.

Wait. You guys are still in the car?

Yeah.

Gotta love holiday traffic in L.A.

I'm sorry I'm not there.

Hey, you were there when it mattered.

I'm not sure what
you'd be able to do this time.

Truthfully, I'm not sure
what I'm supposed to do.

Buck, I'll call you later.

All right. I'll see you soon.

Bye.

So what do we do now? Knock?

"Hi, can I come in and relive my trauma?"

I think we both know
that this is not the place

where he hurt you most.

Can't keep running!

Maddie!

I never wanted you to die, Doug...

but I do forgive you.

And I forgive myself...

for loving you too much.

For staying too long.

And for not dying right next to you.

So today, I'm gonna leave you here.

I am gonna run out of these woods,

and I am going to live.

I survived you, Doug.

And I will never be sorry for that.

What's this?

I cooked us dinner.

Mac and cheese with hot dogs,

just like Dad used to make us.

Ooh.

Oh, oh, wait. I forgot.

Boom. Pow.

Fancy.

I think Santa's gonna
be very impressed with you.

Good. Because I updated my list.

Two pages long?

Don't worry.

I ranked them in order of importance

so you can prioritize.

You mean so Santa can prioritize.

Mom, come on. I know.

Know what?

You don't have to keep pretending.

Well, maybe I like pretending.

- Why?
- Because...

the rest of the year, life is normal.

And then December rolls around,

and I don't know if it's the lights

or the music or that big guy
in the red suit.

I just know that Christmas

makes the world feel a little more...

Magical.

Okay. I can pretend too.

Uh...

Leo.

Get... get me... get me a glass of water.

Mom, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, just...

I just... I just... I just need to...

I just... I just need to sit, okay?

Mom!

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Can you tell me your name and address?

Leo. 2749 Elmer Avenue.

North Hollywood.

Okay. Leo, I'm Maddie.

We're gonna get you
and your mom some help.

Do you know what happened?

You said that she fell.
Did she trip, or...

No, we were talking. She just fell over.

Is anyone else in the house with you?

Maybe a grownup?

No, it's just us.

Mom, please.

Mom, you have to wake up.

Can you tell if she's breathing?

I don't know. I don't know.

Okay, look at her chest.
Is it moving up and down?

No.

I want you to put
your cheek against her face,

right near her mouth and nose.

Do you feel any air coming out?

No, she's not breathing.

- Leo, how old are you?
- Um, 10.

All right, paramedics are on their way,

but it would really help
your mom if someone

could do CPR until they get there.

Do you think that you can do that?

I don't know. I'm scared.

I know it sounds scary,
but I can talk you through it.

We'll do this together.

Okay.

Put the phone on speaker and set it down

on the ground next to you.

Is your mom lying
on her back or her side?

Her side.

Let's roll her over
so she's lying on her back.

I want you to hold up your left hand

and spread your fingers wide,

then take your right hand

and put it over your left.

Curl those top fingers
around your bottom hand,

and put it smack in the center
of your mom's chest.

Okay.

Okay, now press down as hard as you can

until you feel her chest move.

Use all of your weight if you have to.

Mom. I think I did it.

Leo, I need you to count with me.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two...

I think I heard something crack inside.

I think I hurt her. I didn't mean to.

No, no, no, that means
you're doing it right.

You just... you just need to keep going.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Come on, Mom. Mom, come on.

Hey, it's okay. We've got it from here.

No, the 9-1-1 lady said
I have to keep doing this.

And you have done a great job,
but your part's done.

Now it's our turn. Come on.

Let's get you some air.

No pulse. Starting compressions.

It's definitely cardiac.

Hold CPR.

She's in V-fib.

Gonna shock her. Clear!

She's not converting.

Resume compressions.

Come on.

She's not converting.
Gonna shock her again.

Clear!

Resume compressions.

Come on, come on, come on.

We got a pulse.

The police officer wouldn't
let me go with my mom.

Am I in trouble?

Is it because I hurt her?
I didn't mean to.

Of course not.

I just want her to be okay.

You did everything right.

I think you probably saved her life.

Captain, Social
Services are on their way.

- Copy that.
- You got it.

I'm sorry. I gotta get back to work.

Oh, thanks.

You staying with him?

Yeah, I'll make sure he is
okay until they get here.

Hey.

Merry Christmas, Wilson.

Yeah.

Merry Christmas.

Come on.

I thought I told you
you didn't have to come.

Please.

Like I'm gonna let you
Uber home from the hospital.

How did you even get back here?

I told them I was your wife.

What did the doctor say?

They're sending me home.

Well, you said that on the phone.

But what I haven't heard
yet is an explanation

as to how you ended up walking
through a plate glass window.

I got dizzy.

Michael.

This is not an isolated incident.

You've been distracted,
you've been stressed,

you haven't been sleeping,

except when you drove to the house

to get into bed with me.

Now you're getting dizzy

and walking through plate glass windows.

The doctor don't think
these things are related?

Because I do.

I think they're related too.

To me not sleeping.

You know, I'm so sleep-deprived,

I'm probably legally drunk right now.

Okay.

Athena.

This is my first Christmas alone.

God.

Michael.

You're not alone.

You have a family that loves you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you too.

I love you so much.

Look, I-I don't want you
to worry about me.

After the holidays,

I'm gonna go get a full check-up.

I promise you that, okay?

Okay, good, good.

- Come on.
- Okay.

Hey.

Thanks for coming to get me.

Always.

Always.

But the mom's gonna be okay?

Yeah, they put a stent in.

She'll be home soon,
just not in time for Christmas.

Oh. So what happens
to the little boy until then?

You said they didn't have
any family nearby.

Yeah, he'll be in a group home

until his mother's released.

Huh.

Okay, one more.

Poor kid.

Doesn't seem like very merry Christmas.

Did we mean to buy Denny this many gifts?

Well, I started stashing them
in the attic

because he was snooping,
and I think I lost track

of how much I bought.

Do you ever think
about where Denny would be

if we hadn't stepped in?

Would he have ended up
in a group home too?

I don't know. Maybe.

That kid doesn't know how lucky he is.

Of course not. He's a kid.

Just one more thing to be
thankful for this holiday.

My lab results were posted.

And?

Clear across the board.

Oh, I can finally breathe again.

Oh, I wish you weren't working tomorrow.

I might actually feel like
celebrating the holidays now.

Between weekly trips to the hospital

and whatever's going on with Michael,

I was about ready
to fast-forward to January.

Yeah.

Well, I don't mind working tomorrow.

Christmas Eve has become a much
more important holiday now.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

It's the night that you said yes.

All right.

You got about five hours
till that alarm goes off.

Let's see what else I might
be willing to say yes to.

Oh.

No, Mom, I still can't
make it to dinner tomorrow.

It's not like I can eat anything anyway

with this frickin' toothache.

I know it's Christmas,
but I have to work.

Give me a break.

My mouth is literally killing me.

Yes, I blame you.

I inherited your bad teeth,
and that's your fault.

Double root canal for New Year's.

Yay. What am I doing?

Looking for another tube of benzocaine.

I know. I'll already been through...

Huh.

Okay, Mom, I gotta go.

I love you. Merry Christmas.

Oh, thank God.

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LAFD. Open up, Please.

This is not okay.

Ouch. Jeez.

Okay, ma'am, ma'am, please take a seat

and tell us what's going on.

What's going on? Look at me.

I'm a Smurf, and I need a root canal.

Pulse is steady. Pupils are normal.

How long has this been going on?

The teeth since last week.

The "Avatar" look since I woke up.

And on top of that,
I have to go to work today.

On Christmas!

I mean, what kind of loser
has to work on Christmas?

Right. Sorry.

Ma'am, do you mind if my guys
here take a look around?

Oh, that's fine.

You very handsome men,

please go look through
my messy apartment.

Because this wasn't
humiliating enough already.

Okay, ma'am, have you taken any
colloidal silver supplements?

What? No.

Any silver-based eye drops?

- No, no.
- Nose sprays?

No.

Any medications we should know about?

Benzocaine. Toothache gel.

She used the whole thing.

And a trash can full of empties.

She's seizing.

Okay.

- Got her?
- I got her.

Could be Methemoglobinemia.

Okay, put her on the CO-oximeter.

Methemoglobin levels are 60%.

61. Climbing.

Anything over 70 can be deadly.

Hen, get her on 02. Run a fluid line.

I'll grab the methylene blue chloride.

It's the benzocaine.

Overuse can prevent the body

from releasing red blood cells.

Uh, why is she bleeding chocolate syrup?

Because, blood thinner boy,

Methemoglobinemia causes her blood

to appear much darker than normal,

which then causes her skin
to only reflect blue light,

hence, the Smurf lady.

Methylene blue converts the ferric iron

into ferrous iron

and turns the blood back to red.

I've never seen a case
this advanced, Hen.

Let's give her two doses.

Methemogblin levels dropping.

Skin color's turning back to normal.

Oh, my God.

I'm...

I'm not blue!

Ouch. But my teeth.

How am I gonna get through work?

Well, good news.

You earned yourself a day off.

And a morphine drip.

Look further, come on back!

Three feet. Two feet.

We're good.

Yes. Yes, you are, Captain.

Merry Christmas.

Athena, what are you doing here?

We came to save you.

Someone said you were ordering
takeout for Christmas dinner.

I did vote for turkey.

She say "we?"

Merry Christmas!

Mommy!

- Christopher!
- Dad!

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Eddie.

Merry Christmas.

Can't believe you did this.

Thank you, Buck.

Well, you inspired me.

You know, I figured we should all

get to immerse ourselves
in the magic of Christmas.

- Aww, this is a great surprise.
- Merry Christmas.

That's not the only one.

Denny and I brought
a few gifts for dinner.

The social worker
said that he had to stay

at a group home during the holidays.

Yeah. She did.

So I convinced the social worker

to let me bring the group home here.

Apparently, there's a serious
overcrowding problem.

Not enough foster parents to go around.

This is gonna sound crazy, but...

maybe we should consider...

We have an appointment with
a social worker on January 3rd.

There's more than one way
to help a family, right?

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Maddie.

Sorry we're late.

You know hospitals and red tape.

You're one of the paramedics
that saved me.

- Thank you.
- It was my pleasure.

Though I can't believe you got
them to spring you already.

Well, they were sending me home
tomorrow anyway.

I wasn't gonna miss
Christmas with my boy.

Mom! Mom!

You're here!

Hey.

Come on. Let's go.

Thanks.

So how'd it go?

It wasn't easy...

but I'm really glad I did it,

and I finally feel...

free.

All right, let's eat
before the bell rings.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

- Let's eat.
- Come on.

We are grateful for this food,

and we are grateful to have each other.

Amen.

All right, let's dig in.

I can't believe
you pulled this all together

without us knowing.

Well, Santa isn't the only one
who has elves.

Oh, yeah?

Buck, thanks for helping me with this.

I think your New Year's
resolution should be

to use that head
for good instead of evil.

I will definitely put that
at the top of my list.

I will be right back.

How you feeling?

Man, I'm doing great.

Yeah, this is a nice Christmas.

You know they mean the world to me.

And you to them.

I think we are pretty damn lucky

to have all found each other.

What's going on, Michael?

When I fell, uh...

you know, they did some scans.

They found a mass, Bobby.

Headaches, the fall,
ending up in the wrong bed.

It's a tumor.

What, uh...

what can I do to...

You know, just... just don't
say anything, okay?

Just not today.

I'll go to the specialist
day after tomorrow,

and I'll tell them then.

Just let them...

Just let me have this Christmas.

Hey, Mom wants to take
a picture with everyone.

All right. Absolutely.

Come on. Let's go.

Bobby, hurry.

You got him? Come on, baby.

Wait, where do we...

Just get in where you can fit in.

All right, on three, everyone, okay?

One, two, three.

Merry Christmas!