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Where did you come from?

You just wandered in here,
didn't you?

There is a process, you know.

I understand why you're here.

You're curious, aren't you?

About him.

Ebenezer Scrooge

in the middle of
21st century Oklahoma.

It's his first time about

since that last Christmas,
you know.

I'll grant you,

I'm a bit curious
how this goes myself.

You know the story, do you?

Are you certain?

You know what comes
after the happy ending?

Well, sometimes
an ending is just

a place for
an all-new beginning.

But for that,

you need an all-new book.

My book.

My name is Simon Onyx,

Assistant Undersecretary
for Undead Affairs.

And trust me,
someday that will mean

a great deal more to you.

But for now,
I'm simply here to prepare you

for what's about to come.

Something we call
the second chance.

The untold twist

in the life
of Ebenezer Scrooge.

For those with short memories.

Jacob, Ebenezer,
away with the books, away, away!

'Tis Christmas Eve.

Jacob, go downstairs

and help bring the food in
for the party.

Ebenezer,
go help clear the tables

for the warehouse.

The guests will be here
at any minute.

And remember you two,

there are more important joys
in life than money.

A valuable lesson,
though too soon forgotten.

Isn't it wonderful?

Can't you just imagine us
living here someday?

Here?

Well, maybe not here per se,

but someplace like it.

I can imagine the costs.

I mean, the taxes alone
make it less wonderful.

It's not always about money,
Ebenezer.

There's happiness and love.

But without money,
you can't have one

or hold on to the other.

That's horrible.

That's life, Belle,
money is key.

It's not the life I dream of.
I want something better.

So do I.

I've got to go.

And with that,
his first true love was gone.

Forever.

To be replaced
by something very different.

But you know that story,
don't you?

Everyone knows that story.

The spirits, the redemption.

Ebenezer Scrooge...

you will be haunted
by three spirits.

The second chance.

But very few know
what happened next.

You there, young man.

What day is it?

What day is it?

Yes, what day is it?

Why, it's Christmas Day.

Christmas Day.

The spirits
did it all in one night.

This...

is a letter
I want you to take to my doctor,

instructing him to do
whatever your boy needs.

No matter what the cost,
he's to bill me.

I don't know what to say, sir.

Why not say thank you?

Thank you, thank you.

It's a Christmas miracle, indeed.

God bless you, Mr. Scrooge.

And God bless us, everyone.

And so, Ebenezer Scrooge
had his happy ending.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

He'd awoken
Christmas morning after all.

And strangely,
even to himself, a changed man.

So glad you could finally
join us for dinner,

Uncle Ebenezer.

Yes, thank you
so much for coming.

Thank you very much
for keeping the invitation open,

though I really don't think
I deserved it.

Oh, nonsense, you're family.

You'll always be welcome here.

She's very much how I remember
your mother, Fred.

Consider yourself very lucky.

Oh, I do, dear uncle,
I truly do.

Well then, thank you again.

Madam.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

Whatever do you suppose
finally changed his mind?

It's Christmas.
Perhaps he was due a miracle.

Ah, yes, perhaps that was it.

He was due a miracle.

It's said
the more things change,

the more they remain the same.

And there were those
who were counting on that.

Huh, seems to be some profits

in this goodwill season,
after all.

Really, Ebenezer?

Not even a day?

Not even a day yet, but almost.

One perhaps overdone
with goodness,

Scrooge wondered,

considering the strange
unsteadiness he suddenly felt.

Maybe this joy business

was best practiced
in moderation.

That must be it.

Oh well, a good night's rest

and tomorrow would bring
a bright new day.

He had no idea.

Wait.

You're not the Ghost
of Christmas Future.

Who are you?

And what am I doing back here?

I did everything
they asked of me.

We had a deal.

Not with I.

No, I was good, I promise you.

It's too late for you.

Your time has expired.

No, no, it's not too late,
it's never too late.

Just give me another chance.

That's not for me to decide.

Why do you doubt your senses?

Who suffers by his own will.

Himself always.

I've come
to bring you home,
dear brother.

Our contract is over.

I release you with a full heart

for the love of whom
you once were.

God bless us. Everyone.

Spirits, please.

Show me no more.

Mistress Abigail Prescott,
I presume?

Um, no, sir.

No.

Obviously not.

I hope.

Well, an unexpected arrival.

Not originally on the docket.

But I think
you should see him, sir.

Where is this place?

Not where you're supposed to be.

Well, I seem to be winding up
there quite often lately.

Where am I
not supposed to be now,

if you don't mind?

Ebenezer Scrooge, I see.

You're one of
the special circumstances.

Won't you have a seat?

You seem to have
the advantage over me, sir.

You know me,
but I don't know you.

My name is Simon Onyx,

Assistant Undersecretary
for Undead Affairs.

Undead Affairs?

You mean to tell me
that I'm not dead, I'm alive?

Well, it's a bit of
a gray area at the moment.

A gray area?

What do you mean by that,
a gray area?

It means that
you're not supposed to be here.

Not yet, anyway.

Well, that doesn't
tell me anything.

Of course I'm here,
wherever here may be.

And I expect...

no, no,

I demand to know where I am
and what I'm doing here.

I understand your conundrum,
Mr. Scrooge.

However, you are in absolutely
no position to demand anything.

And I owe you nothing.

Not now,
and especially not here.

Bring me my book.

- Your book, sir?
- Yes, my book.

You must admit,
you lived a wretched life.

- I changed.
- Oh, please, spare me.

I changed,
I promised the spirits.

Your promise was too little
and too late.

No, Ebenezer Scrooge,
your greed filled you,

and in the end,
your greed killed you.

Tell me, do you still taste
its bitterness upon your tongue?

Well, what of me, then?

To be neither dead nor alive?

Neither here nor there?

Oh, hardly anything
quite so meaningless.

After all, I did say
you were a special circumstance.

You did say that, didn't you?

"Special circumstances,"
what does that mean?

That means
that since you were offered

a second chance at redemption,

but were denied through
no actions of your own--

You mean I'm to be sent back?

In a way, exactly.

But with certain
different parameters.

What parameters?

Oh, nothing too unusual, really.

Especially not for here.

You will still get a chance
at redemption

by helping others
to find their own.

Like Jacob?

Exactly, like Mr. Marley.

I'll have you know
I was very good

at negotiating in my lifetime.

And look at
where it's gotten you.

Also, like Mr. Marley...

due to your multiple
mitigating factors,

you will spend seven years
waiting to begin.

Seven years?

Seven years for what?

Consider it an opportunity
for self-improvement.

You do have
a great deal to improve.

No, I won't go.

I will not be detained
for seven whole years, sir!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

See you soon, Ebenezer Scrooge.

Next.

- How much longer?
- He won't be late.

No, sir.

I would assume a man
as successful as Mr. Scrooge

would make it a habit
to be punctual, wouldn't he?

That, and the fact that
he's no choice in it, anyway.

Right on time.
Welcome, Ebenezer.

Jacob?

Tiny Tim?

Not quite as tiny
as you remember me, sir.

Huh, and who are you?

I'm Fan.

Fan.

Fan.

Well, if you're both here...

- where am I?
- Dead.

- Dead?
- As a doornail.

- For how long?
- Seven years now.

The same
as I had been on that night.

You can't be real.

I'm still trapped
in these wretched dreams.

I must remember to discard
the last of the kidney pudding.

This isn't a dream,
and we aren't manifestations

of your dinner gone bad.

What exactly do you remember,

dreams or otherwise?

I was visited by three spirits.

And Jacob, you were there.

Mm-hmm.

What else do you remember,
Ebenezer?

I journeyed with the spirits.

They showed me
the errors of my ways,

and I vowed to repent.

Unfortunately,
a vow made too late.

I was too lost to be redeemed?

Was I judged
so utterly unworthy?

Oddly enough, you weren't.

Otherwise,
this is not the place you'd be.

No, sir, sadly,

you were murdered
before your final journey.

Murdered?

Murdered and not redeemed?

Well, I guess
I should be very grateful

I'm not in the other place
where the heat is equal

to the lighting in this room.

I told you we should have
at least dimmed the lamps.

It's not that bright.

It is when you're in a box
for seven years.

Is that
the last thing you remember?

Nothing of who murdered you, perhaps?

No, no, nothing.

This must be some mistake.

We don't make mistakes,
I assure you.

Simon Onyx,

Assistant Undersecretary
for Undead Affairs.

Finally in
the correct place, I see.

You!

It's funny.

In better lighting,
you don't look a thing like him.

A thing like who?

Yes, a thing like who?

Old Scratch.

It appears to be
one of your common names,

but I fail to see
the resemblance.

Perhaps a bit around
the cheekbones?

Well, now that you're here,

you seem to be
in charge of something.

I'll have you know that

as the Assistant Undersecretary
for Undead Affairs,

you will find that I'm in charge
of practically everything.

Except for
the actual secretary, of course.

Oh, shut up.

What is your name, anyway?

Uh, Tim Cratchit, sir.

Right.

Neither of you
have yet to instruct

Mr. Scrooge on the conditions?

Well, he did just get here,
right before you came in.

Fine.

You two, sign this.

Here.

And here.

Initial there.

- How old are you again?
- Fourteen, sir.

Eh, you're exempt.

Would you like me to sign?

I haven't been fourteen
in a little while, you know.

He is now your responsibility.

- The three of you--
- Four, sir.

Fine, four of you

are now bound
contractually by the terms

of the Redemption
Advancement Compact,

per your request,
which is noted.

Contractually bound by what?

By a standard
RAC Revision 3 form.

Now, if you will all excuse me,

I have pressing matters
to attend to.

Good day.

Well, that's always
a pleasure, isn't it?

What does he mean,
contractually bound?

And what about my conditions?

It means that the four of us

are now dependent
upon each other,

for better or worse.

Dependent on each other
for what?

Redemption.

Your second chance

will have to be here now,
Ebenezer.

The same as ours.

All tied
to whether or not we succeed

and are finally
permitted to rest.

Or not.

And after fourteen years now,

I'm tired.

So, don't muck it up.

Simon.

I need to speak to you.

About?

Why doesn't he remember me?

He's forgotten a lot of things
over the years.

Being human, for one.

This isn't
one of your blasted games!

I'm his sister!

When father banished him

to that boarding school
as a boy,

I got him home again.

I tried to make things
different for him, even then.

I know.

He remembers Jacob and Tim.

Why not me?

Human beings are complex things.

Mixed mash of emotions,
irrationality,

impulses, habits, influences.

It's a long list.

Which makes us human.

Quite.

In your brother's case,

Misters Marley and Cratchit
are recent influences.

Part of who he'd become.

Part of who must be changed.

You, on the other hand,
were part of who he was,

before he chose the path
which led him here.

Part of who
he needs to rediscover,

if he is to even be redeemed.

So, I can't even tell him?

No.

For it to be real,
he must discover it from within.

But I knew he'd need me.

I stayed here all this time.

Waiting.

I never said this,
and I will deny it vociferously.

But...

I'm sorry.

So what city is this, then?

Obviously,
we're not in London anymore,

but it does bear
a strange resemblance to it.

No, not London.

Nor any other
earthly town or village.

This is Purgatory, Ebenezer,

or at least our place in it.

Purgatory, you say?

A lot less bleak
than I thought it might be.

Dare I even say it's pleasant?

Except for him, of course.

Don't make light.

He's failed his redemption,

and is so bound here now,
awaiting...

- his next stop.
- His next stop?

- Hell.
- Hell?

Well, last I saw you, Jacob,

you were bound in chains
similar to these poor souls.

Indeed I was.

And I still am,
as are we all.

I see no chains on you, Jacob,

nor do I see any shackles
on neither Tiny Tim nor Fan.

- I have none.
- But you do.

We all do, I'm afraid to say,

to varying degrees.

Have you not felt burdened
since you first arrived?

Heavy as if
there's a great weight

on your shoulders?

I merely took it
as being cramped up for so long,

or rigor mortis.

Frankly, I'm surprised
you're still upright.

This is our next stop.

So is this what
the dearly departed do?

They shop?

I am in Hell.

I recognize that man.

The clerk, Iggy?

No.

The man with the green robes.

That's the Ghost
of Christmas Present.

He's dead and alive?

Father Christmas? Oh no, sir.

He's an immortal,
or practically so, anyway.

His is the ability
to transverse many plains.

So he comes and goes
as he pleases?

I'd imagine
he knows as many or more

on this side than the other.

Oh, my dearest Mr. Iggy.

I do trust the season is finding
you well and prospering.

Always, my friend,
and I trust it finds you busy.

And parched.

Just a bit,

just a bit to fight off
the cold and ease my rheumatism.

Hopefully,
this will help with both.

I will be needing
just a bit more help than that,

if you please.

The winters are getting colder.

And I'm getting older, you know.

Aren't we all?

To the joy of Christmas.

May it never get old.

Before I forget.

Just a little Christmas present
for you and your missus.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Iggy.

And a Merry Christmas
to you, sir.

Merry Christmas.

Maybe I should have
spoken to him.

Why?

Maybe he could have shed
some light on that night.

I'm sure more
will come to you in time.

Hopefully.

There are so many things
that are unclear.

- You, for instance.
- Me?

Yes, you.

I recognize Jacob,

and Tiny Tim,
although a few years older,

and not so tiny anymore.

But you,

I feel I should know you,
but I don't.

In time, Ebenezer.

All things
will become clear to you again.

And trust me,

now you have all the time
in the world...

...And beyond.

Ah.

Were you able to fill
my rather special order?

It wasn't easy, but I did.

Anything for a lovely lady.

Your effort
is greatly appreciated.

Madame, sir.

- They'll function properly?
- Of course they will.

I could have found
any old garden variety mirrors.

I assure you, these are not.

Observe.

Oh, splendid.

I apologize for
ever doubting you.

- Is this all they do?
- Certainly not.

That wouldn't be much of
a trick by itself,

now would it?

Here.

What's this?

The instructions.

That's for you.

Ah, and I've got yours as well.

You've got something for me?

What's this?

No, thank you, mine is fine.

Trust me, it isn't.

Instructions.

Thank you very much.

Ebenezer,
would you please sit down?

The view, it never changes.

Same old thing,
each and every day.

Yes, well, welcome to Purgatory,

or at least
your little corner of it.

Just be glad
there aren't vultures

picking at your kidneys all day.

I guess I should be thankful

to learn of the little things.

Among other lessons,
but you're getting there.

Ebenezer, sit.

- How do you do that?
- Do what?

Bark, and cause me
to yield that way,

on occasion.

Let's just say
I've had some practice.

Now, would you please sit down?

Have some tea with me and maybe
you'll begin to figure it out.

I'm still not quite
used to that either, you know.

I never imagined that being dead
would be so unsettling.

Oh, that's not tea. It's syrup.

Oh, my mistake, I'm sorry.

You never were the sweet one.

Try it now.

Better.

Now that tastes like tea.

Obviously, I'm sweet enough.

Like horseradish.

Oh, well, hello to you,

my crickety cadaver friend.

You rattle
any good chains lately?

Don't tempt me.

I'm already overwhelmed
and out of sorts today

and it's still early.

Overwhelmed by what?

By the evil men can do

and the times
they choose to do it.

Seems like nothing changed,
eh, Jacob?

It seems it takes both of you
to save an angel.

Angel?

- How am I to do that?
- Calm down, Saint Scrooge.

We're not girding you
in holy armor to slay a dragon.

Just... almost.

Be clear.

What do you need
Ebenezer and I to do?

Oh.

Mama, we're about out of milk.

Do you want me to pick some up
before I go to work?

Do you have any money?

Yes, ma'am, I can afford
a gallon of milk just fine.

Do you need anything else?

Well, I'm fine, but, uh--

I think Winton
could use some cookies.

Oh, Winton, huh?

He's a growin' boy.

Okay, Mama,

but I think he can get by
until tomorrow.

I'll pick some up then.

Are you going to be okay
while I'm gone?

Of course I am.

I'm not completely
falling apart, you know.

You treat me like
I'm an old woman sometimes.

Well, I should know better.

Yes, you should.

- Mama, Mama!
- There you are.

I was wondering if you were
going to come tell me goodbye.

- Sure, I was.
- Now, you be a good boy

for your mama today, all right?

- You take care of your grandma.
- I will.

That young lady
is who you have to save.

So her name is Angel...

but what are we
to save her from?

A monster,
a man named Big Ed Rangle.

Big Ed Rangle?

And pray tell,
what does the "Big" stand for?

Don't worry.

I have to worry
when it's my neck on the line,

especially going back
to the mortal realm.

And Fan's, of course.

Look, I've already been murdered
once back there.

It wasn't very pleasant.

You don't have to worry,
Mr. Scrooge, you have us.

Fourteen years in purgatory,

dragging chains,
most of them.

You want to compare
unpleasantness?

Please forgive us.

As I said earlier,

we've been
very overwhelmed today.

I understand.

Well, I don't.

But then again,
why should that matter?

Eccentricity must go
post and parcel

with being a spirit around here.

Why are we there?
What are we to do?

Things are fluid, Fan,
in life and death.

Decisions, actions, choices,

even chance,
are the only constants.

And once those are set
for a moment,

the future is plotted.

Everything is still in play.

But there's more
and more of a chance

that something will set
Angel's future

on a horrible and sad path.

- How so?
- It's unsure,

but the time draws near,
very near.

This isn't simply a matter

of saving someone's
Christmas spirit, Ebenezer.

This is a matter
of saving her life,

and perhaps her soul.

How much time do we have?

And where do we to start?

You've less than 24 hours.

- Not even a day?
- No.

By her tomorrow, everything
that's to come to be, will,

and destiny's decision
shall be made.

You best get going.

We'll continue to do
what we can from this end.

Come along then, we don't have
much time to waste.

Not much time to waste,
nor much to go on, it seems.

More spirited riddles
and portents of doom.

And a chance for redemption,
Ebenezer.

Never forget.

Believe me,
that's constantly on my mind.

Before you go off
this first time,

there's something
I want to show you.

Well, I'm not sure
I really am up for a pep talk.

And I'm not sure I want to spend
an eternity in chains either,

so here we are.

You know, I was going to
ask you about those.

They're always there,
whether we show them or not.

So, even though they're unseen?

They're never unfelt.

This is the way
a lifetime of mistakes

and misdeeds bears upon
a soul, Ebenezer.

But they can be changed.

Mistakes can always be changed,

unlike some things...

which never will.

Remember when we first opened
our own counting house?

We were so sure of ourselves.

We almost starved.

We had to stretch everything,

even down
to the last lumps of coal,

which we had to break up
just to keep warm.

If we hadn't landed
our first account.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Fezziwig.

Your old boss.

If it weren't for his faith,

we'd have been forced to close
before we even began.

I remember.

Faith, Ebenezer.

Never forget.

Begging your pardon, sir,

but Miss Fan
needs to speak with you.

Duty calls.

- First mission nerves, sir?
- Not really.

Don't worry,
you have us and these.

- What's this?
- Instructions.

Instructions?

Instructions for?

Your walking stick,
with the mirrors.

We best be going,
Miss Fan is waiting for us.

We can't keep
the woman waiting now, can we?

Wait, before you go...

I have something to ask you.

Now, it's not that
I'm not happy to see you, lad,

but why are you here?

Now, I don't remember much.

But I do remember
arranging for a doctor.

Aye, sir,
I'm very grateful for that.

That's why
I no longer need my crutch.

Yes, I see that,

but why are you here?

What you did for
my family that Christmas,

it changed our lives.

I saw hope in my parents' eyes
I'd never seen before.

But after you passed--

After I was murdered?

Right, yes, sir,
after you were murdered...

things changed.

Um, it was as
if everything you had

was suddenly gone.

Gone? Everything gone?

It was like someone
had blown out a candle.

We-- we best be going, sir.

Give me a minute.

Wherever you are, sir...

wherever you may be...

we will meet.

Welcome to Oklahoma.

Well, it isn't Cardiff,
that's for sure.

You have no idea.

Whoa, partner,
excuse me there.

Um, no harm done, um, partner?

Last minute shopping.

I never know what to buy folks,

so I end up running around like
a chicken with my head cut off.

- You know what I mean?
- Uh, no, I'm afraid I do not.

I apologize there, ma'am.

I swear
I wasn't meaning to be rude.

I'd tip my hat if I could.

It's quite all right,
you have your hands full.

Just a tad, ma'am.

Anyways, I apologize.

Y'all have a Merry Christmas--

Uh, wait, wait, wait,
before you go, sir.

Have you heard of
an establishment called the...

Boar's Den?

The Boar's Den?

That can be a rough place,

are you sure
you want to go there?

Well, I'm afraid

we'll eventually
have to wind up there.

Well, it's about a quarter of
a mile right up the road.

Turn left on
the county road a ways,

you won't miss it.

Thank you.
Merry Christmas.

If you want to go there,
you be careful.

This stupid stick is...

bent.

What's wrong with
this pool table anyway?

This table
ain't letting me make any shots.

Well,
maybe it's not the table.

It is the table!

And these sticks.

This one's bent.

It's a bunch of junk in here.

Is there a problem out there?

No problem.

Just someone
who can't shoot pool.

What'd you say, boy?

Just sit down over there
and finish your beer.

All right.

It's 'cause it's Christmas.

I hate to whip a man
at Christmas.

You hate to whip a man
at Christmas, do you?

Yeah, well,

you're a real tough guy,
aren't you?

There was one person
in this world

I was ever afraid of...

and it ain't you.

Where's your
Christmas spirit now?

You came into
the wrong place, buddy.

This just isn't a good idea.

Of course it is,
we have a deadline.

No pun intended.

Jacob, would you please tell him
this isn't a good idea?

It's a stupid idea.

You haven't even heard it yet.

What idea?

My perfectly sound idea
to deal with this

in the most meaningful
way possible.

These things take finesse,
Ebenezer.

We can't just dictate terms.

Humbug.

Just like in business,
there's gains and losses,

profits and penalties.

All we have to do
is enforce the penalties.

Change cannot be forced, sir,

it must be accepted willingly.

It's free will.

Marley, when you showed up
rattling your chains

and set those spirits upon me,
was that your free will?

Not mine, yours, Ebenezer.

What is it
you're planning to do?

I'm going in there
to speak to this big-head fellow

and explain to him
that he has to do right

by this young lady or else.

Sounds like a marvelous plan.

Let me know how it turns out.

Next time,
it's really gonna hurt.

- Bad.
- Old man.

Merry Christmas,
you Ebenezer wannabe.

What kind of guy
wears a ponytail?

He's an Ebenezer--

I thought
it was George Washington.

I take it all went well
with the big-head?

No, not really.

I thought that being dead
was good for something.

That was really painful.

It's a matter of location.

Being dead where you're dead
means you're fairly safe.

Being dead here, though,
it's a lot different.

- You're telling me this now?
- I've--

We've tried to tell you
a lot of things, Ebenezer,

it's just sometimes
you don't listen.

I see.

Ebenezer, this isn't
your counting shop any longer.

Here, you're basically
an apprentice.

You mentioned something
about finesse?

Among other things.

Let's go.

Do you think that was wise, sir?

What?

Agreeing
with Mr. Scrooge's plan?

Seemed rather reckless to me.

It did to me, too.

Reckless and foolish.

Then why let him do it?

Because it was his plan.

And none of us would
convince him not to do it.

I guess I just don't understand.

Look, lad, Ebenezer and I

were friends and partners
for many years.

Practically our whole lives.

I know him
as well as I know myself.

When he gets
something in his head,

there's no talking him
out of it.

Even if it's something bad?

The only way Ebenezer Scrooge
ever learned any lesson

was by having to learn it.

Why do you think it took
three spirits that night?

And you knew he'd be all right?

I had faith.

Are you sure
this is the place?

Yes, this is the address
we were given.

Have you figured out
what you're going to say yet?

Well, of course I have.

Generally.

I suppose.

No.

I'll just wing it.

Well, I suppose

that will be your cue.

Salvation Army?

Oh, no, ma'am,
we have no military affiliation.

What we mean to say
is that we aren't here

collecting for charity.

Charity?
Oh, no, ma'am, not at all.

You needn't worry about that.

I wasn't worried
about you collectin'.

We don't have much to collect.

I was more wondering
if you were dropping off.

Not-- not that we would have
accepted anything anyway.

We're-- we're doing fine and--

and there's plenty of
others who ain't.

So, what can I help
you folks with?

Um, we're looking for Angel.

Would by chance she be home?

She's at work.

What are you
looking for her about?

We really are here to help,
I promise.

You're showbiz folks,
aren't you?

That explains the costumes.

Well, I-- I suppose we are, uh--

We specialize
in Christmas miracles.

Oh, my.

Well, that is one thing
we sure could use around here.

Come in, come in.

Wipe your feet.

Well,
this should be interesting.

Would you like some coffee
or anything?

Oh, no, thank you, we're fine.

I'm sorry.

It's not often
that anyone comes to visit,

so, I really
don't have much to offer.

Don't apologize.

We're grateful
that you invited us in

and are speaking with us.

You have a lovely home,
by the way.

It used to be, a long time ago,

when my-- my husband
was still here.

He kept the place up.

Things just got harder
and harder after he passed.

I'm sorry.

This time of year when, um,

when Angel was still little,

we had a big tree in that corner

with lights and candles
and presents all under it,

and-- and music.

I think that's where
she gets that from.

There was always music.

How long has it been
just the two of you?

Three of us.

Angel's little boy, Winton,

he's down for a nap now.

And me and Angel.

Her, uh, her daddy
passed away when she was ten,

and, uh...

well, her husband
got himself killed

working on a rig
while she was pregnant.

Well, he was supposed to be
down for his nap.

Who are they?

I'm Fan and this is Ebenezer.

Ebenezer?
That's funny, like his clothes.

Winton Richard.

You mind your manners

- and apologize.
- Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ebenezer,
but they are kind of funny.

He's not wrong.

Oh, and he is off.

And I'm sorry.

So, um, where were we?

How do you get by?

Oh, well, we manage.

I get my little bit
from Social Security and...

and Angel,
she does what she can.

I worry about her, though.

Why do you worry about her?

Other than what I believe
parents naturally do.

Oh, you don't have,
uh, children of your own?

Uh, no, I do not.

I was never blessed
in that way, I suppose.

Nor do I guess any child

was ever cursed that way either.

Well, you always worry.

But, uh...

she works down at, uh,

the thrift store to get by
in the daytime,

and, uh...

while she sings
down at that bar at night.

That place scares me.

Why does it scare you?

It's not somewhere a mother
wants her kids hanging around.

Especially not her daughter.

I know she is a good girl,

and she is a real good singer.

Well, she has won contests,

and she even sang on
the radio once.

I have faith in my daughter.

I know she can do better,
and one day she will.

She tells me that, uh,

well, it takes time
to be discovered,

and you just gotta do
what you have to do until then.

But, uh...

she and Winton, well...

they're all I have, and...

well, I'm not gonna be here
much longer.

I'm sorry, I--

I just get so worried sometimes.

Well...

we're here to make sure

you don't have to worry longer.

I promise.

Mr. Scrooge.

You seem to be almost...

...Human?

How can people just ignore
those in need like that,

pretend they don't exist?

Unfortunately, it's a lot
easier than you may think.

Well, I think it's
an absolutely horrible thing.

I know you do, but then again,

you tend to think
with your heart and your head.

Not many other people
think that way.

Believe me,
I ignored far too many

far too easily in the past.

And the past is the key part
to that sentence, Ebenezer.

Yes, it is.

Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you as well.

Hey, back off, mack.
Social distancing.

I am-- I'm terribly sorry,

you look like someone
I thought I'd known.

Of course I do,
I'm, uh, Santa Claus!

Father Christmas! Ho, ho, ho!

Uh, not the one I know,

but a very good resemblance,
mind you.

Um, tell me,

the donations, where do they go?

They don't lie
in some administrator's pockets,

now, do they?

Uh, no, sir, they go straight

to Mrs. Keeler's
21st Street mission.

They're a little out there,
a little preachy at times,

but she does
all that she can do.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Merry Christmas!

[indistinct].

What was that all about?

What was what all about?

Don't all what me, I saw you
drop a crown into that bucket.

Yes, indeed I did, and?

And you heard what he said

about how far it had to go,
and how many.

Well, that's why
I gave him the whole crown.

Was I being too generous?

Uh, would you like me
to go and ask for it back?

You certainly shall not!

Sometimes, Ebenezer,
I don't understand you.

I think you've changed,
and then...

My dear Fan,

what is the one
true talent I possessed

throughout
my whole wretched life?

- Money.
- Exactly.

The one thing
I knew above all others.

Now, you saw me
drop one shiny, bright crown

into that man's
donation box, hmm?

One bright, shiny crown,

about 180 years old.

So it's not just worth
a crown any longer?

I highly doubt it.

Probably about 2
or 300 colonial dollars.

I misjudged you,

and spoke harshly
without reason.

Can you forgive me?

Come along, we must hurry.

Can I help you with anything?

Yes, ma'am.

My son is picking me up
for Christmas dinner,

and I haven't seen him
in such a long time.

- Well, that sounds very nice.
- Yes, I think so, too.

I got a grandson, you know,
and he just turned seven.

I've got a little boy,
he just turned nine.

They grow up awful fast,

and you just don't get
enough time to spend with them.

I know.

So, are you looking
at this train set?

I sure am.

I remember getting
his daddy one for Christmas.

We used to play with it
all Christmas morning,

till his mama
called us up for dinner.

- The best Christmas ever.
- I can just imagine that it was.

Would you like me
to wrap this up for you?

Yes, ma'am.

How much you want for it?

It looks like

it's 19 dollars and 50 cents.

$19. Okay.

14.

15.

16.

17.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm afraid I'm a little short.

Sorry to bother you.

Sir. Sir.

- Yes, ma'am?
- I'm so sorry.

I don't know
what's wrong with me,

but I completely misread

the price tag
for this train set.

It's actually $15,

if you'd still like to buy it
for your grandson's Christmas.

Really? Thank you, ma'am.

There you go, sir.

I hope you both enjoy
this Christmas morning

as much as the last.

Thank you,
and have a merry Christmas.

Have a very merry Christmas.

What's that all about?

Well, I sold that
old train set to that gentleman.

I saw that. For $15.

It was marked 20.

Well, it was donated for free,

just like
everything else in here.

That's supposed to be sold
to help out the less fortunate.

Exactly.

That poor old man
was the less fortunate.

He had $17 to his name,

and he wanted
to buy something nice

for his grandson for Christmas.

So you could
have gotten 17 for it

instead of 15?

No, I couldn't have.

I'm not going to take
his last penny.

For heaven's sakes, Max,
it's Christmas.

Exactly.

This is our best time
of the year.

Not if you
the whole store.

Well, isn't that
what we're supposed to be doing?

This is
Helping Hands Thrift Shop.

Aren't we supposed to be
helping people?

We're not helping handouts.

There's expenses,
overhead, salary.

So, how much
does go to helping, Max?

Huh? How much?

- A percentage.
- Well, how much of a percentage?

A reasonable one.

Sound familiar?

Uh, he's got to make a profit.

And costs and expenses involved.

See? That guy knows
how to run a business.

Um, maybe not
so much about fashion,

but he knows business.

Oh, well, I--

Maybe I should fire you
and hire that guy instead.

Hey, old timer, you want a job?

You know what?

I quit.

Oh, miss? Miss?

- Miss, mind holding up, please?
- Well, why should I?

You are Angel Lynn, are you not?

Maybe.
Who wants to know, and why?

We're here to help you.

My name is Ebenezer,
and this is Fan.

We truly are here to help
if we can.

Look, I'm sorry.

It's just not been
a wonderful day.

We've noticed.

That was a very kind thing
you did back there.

Well, I thought that it was.

And look where it got me.

I'm not sure
it can get much worse than that.

Oh, it can always get worse.

But then again,
it'll always get better.

If you choose to let it.

Well, that sounds real nice.

But right now,

I just don't have
any choices left.

Oh, you mustn't think that.

You'll always have choices.

But sometimes
it takes extraordinary ones

to bring out the correct ones.

Uh, we went to see your mother.

You spoke with my mother?

You went to my house?

We're here
to help you and your family.

Look, whoever you two are,

it's just not
a good day for this.

And I don't know you
from Adam [indistinct].

So I'd really appreciate it
if you would just leave.

Well, we're here to save you.

Save me? You know what?

You two and Max
can all just go to...

She may very well get her wish.

This isn't going
very well, is it?

I'm afraid
it's going pretty much the way

it's supposed to be going,
all things considered.

We have to think this through.

I suggest we take a moment,

settle ourselves,

and we discuss this.

You think
Mr. Scrooge meant to do that?

I'm sure he meant to.

Unfortunately, I'm also sure

that he had no idea
it would turn out that way.

So, he miscalculated?

He mucked it up.

Where did this rain come from?

So...

is that house done now?

Um, it's not very polite
to eavesdrop.

So I've been told.

Clearly one
of my brother's projects.

I wasn't aware
Mr. Scrooge had a brother.

He doesn't.

Who are you?

I appear to be out of cards.

Suffice it to say...

I'm just another player
in grand scheme.

Nothing more.

Looks like you gentlemen
have your work

cut out for you.

I'll let you
get on with it then.

Good day.

What do you make of that, sir?

I don't know.

Yet.

If only.

Alex Matthews.

What?

They can't cancel, not now.

We're days away.

No, I do understand, but...

♪ 'Cause here with you ♪

♪ Is where I will stay ♪

♪ The thought of losing you ♪

♪ Just tears my soul away ♪

Did you hear what I just heard?

No, not you. The singing.

Listen, I think
I may have it taken care of.

I gotta go. I'll call you back.

♪ And I'll be here ♪

♪ With tears in my eyes ♪

♪ Could this be ♪

♪ Love in disguise? ♪

Excuse me, miss.

That was fantastic.

I just stepped inside

to get out of
the cold for a bit.

And to sing.

I heard you, I was in the wings.

Like the Phantom of the Opera?

Oh, well, except
I hopefully don't need the mask.

Look,
it's just been one of those days

and it's still being one

and I don't care
if you haunt the theater

or ring cathedral bells,
I'm just not interested.

You're very good.

Call me.

Hmm.

This place will do.

Um, Ebenezer, hold on a moment.

Uh, this may not be
exactly what you expect.

It's tea.

I mean, granted,
things have changed all around,

but it's tea.

It's-- it's as solid
as the-- the British Empire.

Uh, well, about that. Um...

♪ Hail Britannia,
Britannia rule the waves ♪

♪ I'll show you that things
have never really changed ♪

I see that. Fine then. Shall we?

Good afternoon, madam.

May I please have two teas?

Um, iced or hot?

Iced tea?

Uh, no.

Two hot proper teas,

one with two sugars, please.

Let me rescind that order,
if you don't mind.

May I please have
two hot proper teas,

one with three sugars...

and the other
simply tasting of tea.

May I ask you also

for that little
square sweet cake?

- Please cut it in half.
- Okay.

Tea and cake?

Have you seen the time?

When you're in Rome,
you do as the Romans do.

And even if we're not in Rome,
we're doing what we want to do.

And besides, I'm famished.

There you go. That'll be $5.74.

$5.74 American?

Um, yeah,
that would be preferable.

Right.

$5.74 American.

Thank you.

Yeah, I should be out
on a motor ride today, man.

My bike is just...

Well...

To what do I owe
this unexpected pleasure?

I need to talk to you
about something.

Well, you know, my door is
always open to you, sweetheart.

Come on in, sit down.

Here you go, Angel baby.

I was wondering if I could
maybe pick up another set,

or maybe even
some waitressing hours.

I'll bus tables.
I just-- I need something.

Time's getting rough, huh?

Just a little bit,
and it's Christmas.

Well...

I bet you're a girl...

of many talents besides singing.

I'm sure we could find
something worthwhile extra

for you to do around here.

You know,
make a few extra bucks.

Why don't you come
see me after your set?

Park your little butt
in that chair,

and we're gonna talk
about this a little more.

All right, baby, there you go.

Oh, God, I love
to watch you walk away all day.

Oh.

This is the correct one,
is it not?

You didn't do
anything to it, did you?

Yes, that is your cup. Bitter.

- What was that?
- Hmm? Oh, nothing.

- I asked if you were better.
- Quite.

Not only am I feeling better,

but I also have something
I want to tell you

all about a new idea.

I am certainly anxious
to hear it.

It is bitter.

♪ I don't know how I got here ♪

♪ I don't know where I'm at ♪

♪ Am I staying for reasons
that are not my own? ♪

♪ I'm hoping
I'm smarter than that ♪

♪ Is it wrong
that I'm looking
for something ♪

♪ That wasn't
supposed to be mine? ♪

♪ Believing is meant
for believers ♪

♪ I'm hoping
I'm not out of time ♪

♪ If you see me crying
without any tears ♪

♪ It's 'cause I wasted them
all on a dream ♪

♪ But the last thing I want
is to live with regret ♪

♪ Before writing
my one final scene ♪

♪ I'm aware
that I should be
much stronger ♪

♪ But sometimes
it's hard to stay true ♪

♪ When you're fighting
for people ♪

♪ You love more than life ♪

♪ You do what you have to do ♪

♪ You do what you have to do ♪

Thank you all so much.

It's been so much fun

hanging out
with you all tonight.

- I love you.
- Well, I love you, too.

Without any of you, I wouldn't
get to do all of this.

On, now, come on,
we are not going to go

and ruin
our relationship like that.

Anyways, anyways, we also
will be back tomorrow night.

Take care till then.

And for the rest of y'all,
have a very merry Christmas.

Thank you.

It's tea.
Why does it have to be so, so--

Mucked completely up.

It's not just bad
now, Ebenezer.
It's worse.

- What's worse?
- Everything.

Whatever you did,
things have sped up.

What do you mean?

You no longer have hours,

maybe not even minutes.

Whatever changes are happening,
get to the Boar's Den.

- Now!
- We have to get there then.

We have no time.
We have no time.

Psst. You got plenty of time.

I used to drive
a cab in New York.

Come on, get in.

Angel,

can I talk to you for a minute?

Well, I was just
about to head home.

I'm really tired, Mr. Rangle.
We had a good show.

Yeah, well, uh,
you can head home after.

Come on in for a minute.

That a girl. That's my girl.

Nice night out here tonight,
don't you think?

Yeah, it is.

Should be out
on my bike tonight, man.

Oh.

- You know.
- Not too much traffic out there.

This could be a problem.

Don't worry, I'll handle them.

You go on to handle Big Ed.

How are you
going to handle them?

Remember what happened
the last time?

That was you.

I have much more experience

dealing with this time
and these types.

Now go.

I need to go out
with Marley for a ride soon.

The garage's too much.
I'm working on...

- Howdy, boys.
- How you doing?

I'm good.

Um, can you help
a girl out, please?

I seem to have
locked my purse in my car,

and I just don't know
what to do.

That happens
all the time, ma'am.

Luckily,
you found the right man.

Yeah, because he knows the guy
who can handle stuff like that,

and that would be me.

Come on.

Please pardon the interruption.

Or actually don't.
It was quite purposeful.

Now's your chance.
Go meet Fan outside.

Who in blue blazes
do you think you are

coming to my place of business?

And...

I know who you are.

You're the guy
they threw out of here today.

Quite right.
Where are my manners today?

My name is Ebenezer Scrooge.

Yeah, well,

I think
you know what my manners are.

Indeed I do, sir.

That's what I came
to speak to you about today.

Yeah.

But not in the presence
of a woman.

Yeah, well,
there's no women here anymore.

You know,
you've got a lot of guts

for a Yankee, you know that?

A lot of brain
in your fancy little head.

And I plan on finding out.

I'm not a Yankee.

I'm from Edinburgh.

Don't you understand?
He's gonna kill your friend.

Oh, it won't be the first time.

You don't have to worry,
I promise.

My friend is much more capable
than you'd imagine.

I'm certain
they'll just have a nice chat

about the error of
your boss's ways.

My boss?

Oh, my God, I'm--
I'm so sorry about earlier.

I-- I really am.

And I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

Not that.

Your mother
has faith in her daughter.

And I know your little boy
loves his mom so much.

You have so much
and deserve so much more.

Oh, here now.

Remember I told you
we were here to help?

I do. Thank you.

Oh, don't thank me quite yet.
We're not through.

There's someone
I want you to meet.

- Ladies.
- Mr. Matthews.

I'm so glad
you could make it tonight.

This is the young lady
I told you about.

Angel Lynn.

I know, I caught your act.
You were amazing.

The Phantom of the Opera.
Thank you, I appreciate that.

You know, normally I don't
come out blind like this.

Honestly, I would never
come out blind like this.

But when you called--

- I could be very persuasive.
- Apparently so.

Whatever made me do it,
I'm glad I did.

Sorry.

Here, this is my card.

I manage several local artists,

and I'd like to talk to you
about managing you.

That is,
if you're not with anyone else.

As a matter of fact,

she is recently open
to new management.

With the proper person,
of course.

And I'd like to think
it might be me, then.

Remember
what we said about choices?

Not really.

Make this one
an extraordinary one.

How did you do this?

Believe it or not,
I finally read the instructions.

I really hated to do
this to you, you know,

but you left me little choice.

What kind of trick
are you trying to pull here?

Oh, I assure you,
sir, it's no trick.

Those shackles
are as real as real can be.

And it is my understanding
that people like you

tend to wear them forever.

Oh, I do understand
they're very uncomfortable,

rather binding and
terribly hard to get used to.

I have a friend
who's been wearing them

for the better part of
14 years now.

You dirty piece of...

Oh, I understand he was quite
disagreeable as well.

Look, what do you want?

The girl, is it?

That's who you want,
Angel, is that it?

You don't understand.

That girl
is not yours in any way,

shape or form,
neither to give nor take,

you miserable cretin, you.

Of course she is.
I have her under contract.

I'm her manager,
so what I say goes.

That's how it works.

That, sir, is how slavery works.

Well, it's show business.

Same thing.

Where did you get that? How.

- How did you get that?
- Yada, yada, yada.

The first part,
et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

This contract is not worth
the paper it's written on.

The paper
it was written on, anyway.

Morally, ethically,
and especially legally,

This little pile of ash
is now null and void.

You know,
I am gonna skin you alive

when I get out of here.

Nobody does this to Big Ed.

Nobody!

You simply
will not listen, will you?

Will not or cannot see?

See what?
What am I supposed to see?

You tell me.

You're a monster
and you lost your humanity

and you're on your way
to losing your soul as well.

Don't you care about that?

Wouldn't you rather trade

redemption
for certain damnation?

Redemption? Damnation?

What, are you gonna
start preaching to me now?

Cause I ain't buying it.

Fine.

I tried.

I can see when
bigger guns are required,

and it's more than I can do
to get through your thick skull.

What are you talking about?

I'm referring to,
my dear Big Ed...

Now, do you mind if
I simply call you Ed?

It sounds so silly to me
when I say Big Ed,

and there's nothing
silly about this situation.

I'm referring to, Ed,

Or shall I say, Edward R...

to the one person who might
yet get through to you.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, it can't be.
No, it can't be.

It can't be.

MeMaw?

She's been watching you, Ed,

and she's very disappointed.

MeMaw. MeMaw, I didn't--

What--

Edward R...

What am I gonna do with you?

You were raised
better than that.

I-- I didn't--

I can take it from here,
young man.

No, don't go. Don't go!

No, no, no, no, no, no,
don't go. Don't--

You've been very, very naughty.

You need a time out.

No, no!
No! No! No!

I'm gonna punish you
until you see stars.

You are never gonna see
the light of day

until you know
how to act like a gentleman.

You were bad to that young girl
and now you're gonna pay.

You knew better
than that, Edward R.

You knew better than that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

I take it all
went well with Big Ed.

I suppose. It depends.

Let's say I definitely
had faith in the process.

And, um,
the outcome.

That's all anyone could ask for.

Indeed.

But what about on your end?

I would say
that Angel has been given

an opportunity to make
an extraordinary choice.

Will she, though?

Let's say that
I definitely have faith as well.

♪ ...Like you wanted me ♪

♪ Saying boy come on,
♪

♪ I just had to try ♪

That's a good sign.

I'll drink to that. If
we ever get any service.

So. Can I get
y'all something?

Could you bring us
two decent pints, please?

Pints of what, darlin'?

In your dreams!

I'll have what she's having.

I guess I'll just take
a large sherry then.

You found her, darling.

That's my name.

Oh, God save us.

♪ Follow along with
your hips, feet ♪

♪ Heartbeats on the floor
and dress in your hair ♪

♪ Girl it ain't fair
whatever you do ♪

♪ Just don't stop ♪

Isn't this a much better
way to spend your Christmas Eve?

Where do you think you're going?

Well, into
the theater, of course.

Not that way you're not.

What way would
you have us go in then, please?

Around the back
with the other performers.

- You should know that.
- It's his first time.

I just wanted him to see
what it was all about.

Well, then buy tickets

and put those moth eaten
costumes in a trunk.

Who's supposed to
be performing anyway?

Old Man Winter?

Well, then, can you please
lead us in the proper direction?

Okay, fine.
Follow me, this way.

You know, people tell me
I should be an actor.

To be or not to be,

that is the question.

- What do you think?
- Humbug.

No more eggnog on break
for you, Ray.

Ladies and gentlemen,
good evening

and of course,
Merry Christmas Eve.

It's our pleasure to present
to you the Wonders of Christmas.

A collection of music
and stories

from the most joyous
time of year.

Tonight,
as a very special gift,

I'm proud to introduce
a young lady

that just recently joined us.

I know you'll love her
as much as we do...

Miss Angel.

♪ I've forgotten
what the meaning was ♪

♪ Lost so much no longer care ♪

♪ So uncertain if
I'd ever come around ♪

♪ Living life so unaware ♪

♪ You showed me
how I was missing out ♪

♪ On the things
that mattered most to me ♪

♪ Letting go of all
the weighing down of doubts ♪

♪ The magic of Christmas
is what I needed to see ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ What does it mean to you? ♪

♪ Families gathered round
the Christmas tree ♪

♪ Children opening presents,
laughing merrily ♪

♪ Couples that end up below
the mistletoe ♪

♪ Dreaming of a white Christmas
and seeing it start to snow ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ What does it mean to me? ♪

♪ Never thinking
I would see you again ♪

♪ Thought my happy endings
had come to an end ♪

♪ But like an angel
who was just given wings ♪

♪ A new light is shining
and everybody sings ♪

♪ It's been so long since
we felt alive ♪

♪ Something missing
all these years ♪

♪ Dreams forgotten
and were pushed aside ♪

♪ But now are
becoming so clear ♪

♪ A new day is dawning
around the bend ♪

♪ The future is starting anew ♪

♪ It's time to step
in the light again ♪

♪ This feeling of Christmas ♪

♪ Is inside all of you ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ What does it mean to us? ♪

♪ Spending time
sitting round the fire ♪

♪ Roasting chestnuts,
hearing caroling choirs ♪

♪ A time for giving
some holiday cheer ♪

♪ And starting the countdown
to a brand new year ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ What does it mean to me? ♪

♪ Cherishing moments,
grateful each day ♪

♪ Through good times
and bad times, come what may ♪

♪ Remembering our loved ones
and the ones that we've lost ♪

♪ The spirit of giving ♪

♪ No matter what the cost ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ Christmas ♪

♪ How I missed you, Christmas ♪

You know, it's really good
to be home, I suppose.

All things being considered.

Of course, I wouldn't want
to remain here in perpetuity.

What you mean to say
is you're comfortable.

Quite. As comfortable
as one can be in this...

parlor in purgatory.

Remember, vultures.

You know, I worry
about you sometimes.

By the way,

what are you constantly
writing about over there?

Or dare I ask?

Well, obviously you dare,
because you did.

However, it's nothing
you need to know about.

At least not right now.

Well, that's
not curious now, is it?

I hear congratulations
are in order.

You're one step closer
to your redemption, Mr. Scrooge.

I had my doubts about this one.

I'm glad you proved me wrong.

Oh, ye of little faith.

What happened with Angel?

I gather we acted in time.

You did.

And her life,
as well as her family's,

are much the better for it.

Would you like to see?

Turkey's done cooking.

It's a big bird.

It sure is.

It'll be nice to have
company over for a change.

And the house
looks beautiful, Mama.

Just like when you were little.
Do you remember?

I do.

I'm surprised because I thought
I'd forgotten all about it.

Never forget.

For a long time,
you and those memories were...

all I had left.

Well, hello, Santa Claus.

I've definitely been
called worse.

Come on in.

Welcome, Alex.

I am so glad you could join us.

Of course.
Thank you for having me.

Mama's under the mistletoe.

So, who's hungry?

All right,
who wants to carve the turkey?

Alex, do you want
to do the honors?

Come along, sir.
We still have some work to do.

No rest for
the wicked, eh, Marley?

As you'll no doubt find out.

Oh, and by the way,

even Big Ed
was redeemed in the end.

You only get half credit
for that, though.

For using unorthodox methods,

sicking someone's
grandmom on them. Really?

Timothy Cratchit!

Quite frankly, I thought
that was very original.

I'd have to agree.

So would I.

You.

You're the gentleman
who bought that train set.

I had to be certain.

She's a fine young lady.

And he is a fine young man.

Well, of course he is.

That's my grandson.

Well, seeing as how
everything turned out,

and since Tim isn't here,

don't you think
someone ought to say it?

Say what?

You know.

Really?

Okay, I will.

God bless us, everyone.

Humbug.

Mr. Scrooge.

Where would you be now?

That will be all.

Hmm.

Something certainly smells
better than the one I'm used to.

Your sense of timing leaves
a bit to be desired.

But you were
expecting me, right?

Of course.

Just not now.

Yeah, I actually get that a lot.

New outfit.

Not exactly the regulation
uniform, now, is it?

What do you think?

Pretty snazzy, ain't it?

Look, custom made just for me.

I'm sure it's very snazzy.

However,
it is not what death wears.

And it is certainly
not how he speaks.

Yeah, you know,

I've been meaning
to talk to you about that.

Don't do that.

Capiche?

Don't do that, capiche?

Very well.

Would you mind explaining
all of all of this, then?

I just need to change, you know?

Some fresh air,
some new scenery.

I mean, this
whole bag with the robe

and the bones and the scythe?

It's really
starting to take a toll on me.

I mean, it's like this:
being the Grim Reaper,

it's just that, it's grim,

it's not popular,
no one's ever glad to see me.

It's all dark and depressing.

You're death.

Isn't that somewhat the majority
of the job description?

You've been doing this
for your whole life--

death-- forever.

Exactly.

And that's just too long.

So I found this nice little
side gig where I can go out,

have a few drinks,
tell some stories,

sing some songs,
even mingle a little bit.

Have a little fun.

You've gone mad, haven't you?

It's not really surprising,
I suppose.

You really need to loosen
that collar a little bit.

I think
it's affecting your brain.

No, I'm not going mad.

I'm just gonna do it my way.

What about
your actual responsibilities?

Collecting souls,
harvesting the dead.

I got it taken care of.
Don't worry about it.

I'm the Assistant Undersecretary
for Undead Affairs.

It's my job to worry about it.

What you need
to do is learn to relax.

You know what?

Stop by the show tonight.

Take a load off.

Have a drink.

It's on me.

How can you even do this?

I'm in the hottest show
at the Strip.

And I'm a star.

That's how I do.

Listen, I gotta run.

Just because
Death's taking a holiday

doesn't mean he can sit still.

Oh, and by the way,
the 7 o'clock shows

are the dinner shows,

so if you're gonna order
the prime rib, that's on you.

Mrs. Dilbert.

Where exactly is The Strip?

Dinner with my brother?

Eh, not exactly.

Just happened to drop in
while he was having his.

Oh.

I bet that went over well,
didn't it?

Not really, but...

But you knew it wouldn't,
yet you did it anyway.

That's what I like about you.

Well, I try.

Of course you do.

Which is also why
I know that [indistinct].

If I can count on you.

Absolutely you can.

No doubt about it.
Can I, then?

Whatever I can do.

Hey, how about
a ticket to my show?

VIP pass.

Even includes dinner.

Prime rib?

I'm a vegan.