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HOME FOR CHRISTMAS 3

DECEMBER 11

Good morning.

Morning.

Hey...

The notes you left me,

that was really nice of you, so thank you.

No problem.

- Nice van. - Thanks. It does the job.

- Need help carrying anything? - No, that's okay.

It's not all going in now, so I'll do it little by little.

Have a nice day.

Yeah. You too.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's goin' on?

Uh, is Maria at work maybe?

Things got a little out of hand, so...

She didn't stay the night?

Not with me.

- You're kidding. - Uh...

- No. - She said she'd be there.

Yeah, she was at my place, but then she disappeared.

She hasn't come home.

What?

Yeah. Not even a text from her or anything.

No... But, uh, okay.

Well, I'm on my way to work right now, but...

if she communicates with you, keep me posted.

Yeah. Let me know if you hear anything.

Yeah, you got it.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Hi, Maria. Um, I'm sorry about yesterday,

but could you please tell me where you are, or tell Ayaz? Please?

MARIA I'M OKAY, AT A CABIN.

I WILL LET AYAZ KNOW.

TO MARIA WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?

Johanne?

- No. Erik, please, I... - Hold on a sec.

- Willy's test results. - Sorry, um...

It's reached his heart.

- Cardiac sarcoidosis. - What did the doctor have to say?

They're debating what do to.

He may not survive this. Have you contacted his loved ones?

Not yet. Every time I ask him, he shuts me down, so--

He always says no at first, you just have push him a bit.

Will do.

Um, and then, we're getting in a new patient with acute peritonitis.

- Yes, Ralf? You taking this one? - Uh...

No. Or yeah, I can take it, no problem. But... But, uh...

There's actually something else I want to bring to the floor.

To address a certain matter.

Yeah? What's up?

Yeah. Thanks. Uh, there are several of us here in the ward who, um,

think that your whole "Secret Santa" project

kinda isn't appropriate for a work environment, if I'm being honest.

Okay? Tell me more.

Uh, there are several of us who think it's straight-up uncomfortable

to have to both give and receive

anonymous gifts from random people they work with.

Yeah. As if the holidays aren't already stressful enough.

- Mm. - This whole gift thing,

it's kind of... the final straw.

But you don't think it's a nice tradition?

Uh, well, for me personally,

it requires way too much mental energy to work while worrying about

what gift to give someone I don't know at all.

Plus, your gift can be misunderstood and misinterpreted.

- Just like that. - Mm-hm.

I don't see how a gift could be misinterpreted.

Let's say I drew Nora for example.

This is just for example's sake.

Well, she's a woman. Ten, 15 years my junior.

Uh, no matter what I give her, it'll be seen as wrong.

Did you draw me?

Are you an idiot?

It's called Secret Santa.

You're not supposed to know who got what for who.

- Yeah, but that's not the point. - What is the point then?

The point is someone's feelings could get hurt.

And it'll escalate from there.

Yeah, and we're all here to do our job.

And the new ward manager

forcing us to do activities on our time off is, technically speaking,

something neither she nor the hospital management can actually ask of us.

Are you serious?

Of course I'm serious. I'm the employee rep.

Uh, and considering my seniority, it's actually my duty to report

when I see things start going wrong--

I mean, how could Secret freaking Santa go wrong?!

Sorry, I didn't realize this was the unit for people with a case of The Grinch.

Neither the hospital or I can force employees to do anything

during their off time. Obviously.

But, uh, I just don't get what's so wrong

about getting a gift for a colleague that could spread some Christmas cheer.

Christmas makes us happy. That's the whole point!

I thought this would be a nice gesture that

would bring us all closer as a team, but, uh...

No, you know what?

We're doing it because it's nice and a fun time.

And those who don't want to buy a gift, don't have to.

Okay?

Meeting adjourned.

Hey.

- I heard Ralf was a pain at the meeting. - Mm.

If I was there I'd beat his ass.

I'm kinda worried I might've been a little too harsh with him.

Honey, he's such a little crybaby. He deserved it.

A crybaby. That's the perfect word.

Oh, how was dinner?

But more important though...

- The sex with Hot Dad? Spill the tea. - No.

What?

His ex showed up, the moment just before he and I--

- She didn't! - Yeah, and he went from "Hot Dad"

to a passive, wet blanket, like instantly.

- No, no, no, no, no. - He just let his ex walk all over me.

Which was really not hot or sexy.

Like, what in the actual universe?

Johanne?

Hey.

Ayaz, hey.

- "Hot Dad"? - No way.

Tried to call you earlier. No answer.

- Sorry, uh... - Got a sec to talk or...

Yeah. Uh, we can talk out there.

I'm sorry I didn't see that you had called earlier.

That's okay. Mm.

Maria's at a cabin somewhere with a girlfriend.

- I heard. - You did? Hm.

She said she was okay, but that's all she told me.

I have literally no idea what to tell the kids.

What if she doesn't come home by Christmas?

Maria, uh, wrote...

"I want some space, so please don't reach out."

Okay...

Um...

I have a huge favor to ask.

- Sure. - Yeah?

Could you pick up the kids for me?

I have some stuff to finish up at work, but now that Maria isn't home,

I need to take care of the kids for the next few days.

So I need your help today.

I don't wanna burden them or make them worry about what's going on.

No, I get that.

They're, uh, done at 2:30.

Okay, we'll, uh... We'll figure it out.

You go home and, uh, put yourself back together,

and I'll take the kids out,

- and get 'em back to you tonight. - Okay.

You look tired, Johanne.

Hmm. Why thank you.

Heard you ripped Ralf a new one earlier.

Jesus, don't people have better things to do around here than gossip?

Oh, I hear you.

It's normal, by the way, for your subordinates to hate you.

Especially when you got the promotion that he had his heart set on.

Hm.

You have to grin and bear it if they call you a bitch.

MARIANNE I ASSUME THAT THE COSTUMES WILL BE READY FOR NEXT TIME?

Speak of the devil...

GOOD TO MEET YOU.

That fucking bitch Marianne. She makes me wanna scream.

My word. What is up with you?

- Hey? - It's just all so...

It's too much!

What's wrong?

Is it about the guy you were hugging at the elevator over there?

That man's my sister's husband and they're falling apart too.

Um, you should probably go home.

I'm needed here, I have to stay.

I said get out of here. Go.

I can just say, uh...

"She's buried under a mountain of paperwork

and so cannot be, uh, interrupted."

"What a shame."

I can pass that message along to everybody.

- I can't. - Yes, you can.

You're not joking, are you?

I'm not. I am 100% serious.

Go home.

You know, you're actually quite the softie on the inside.

Yeah, yeah. Begone. Before I get over it.

Okay. I owe you.

Just sitting here enjoying the draft?

Yeah.

Cool.

I'm closing the window. Wouldn't want you getting sick.

Oh, God forbid.

Had any visitors yet?

No.

- No. Spoken to your family at all? - No.

I see. Is there anyone you might like us to get in touch with?

Nope.

Hm.

- Are you sure? - Yes. I have an incredibly small family.

I have a daughter, but she's very busy, so, uh, I'd rather not bother her.

Mm.

She wouldn't be bothered, uh, to come visit her dad.

I know she would, so let's just leave it.

What if you gave me her information in case you change your mind about it?

Since you're not well.

My wallet's over there in the inside pocket of that coat.

Okay.

Way in the back there,

there's a paper with her address,

just in case you need to get a hold of her.

After I...

Afterward.

Okay.

Mm.

See you tomorrow.

All right, watch your step!

- Aunt Johanne? - Mm-hm?

Why're you picking us up?

- 'Cause we're having an auntie day. - Why? Where's Mama?

Uh, she's... working late.

Where're we going?

Uh, we're going, um...

- Hi. - Hi.

- Did you speak with Maria? - Yeah, she's really been busting her butt.

Uh, the costumes are coming along, basically sewn up, almost done.

Can we go?

Sure! We... we have a lot to do.

Yeah, uh, auntie day.

Auntie day!

Oh. Come on, get inside.

- Are we allowed to walk on this, Auntie? - Yeah, just watch your step!

And don't bother taking your shoes off. Just keep 'em on.

- There's a man here, Auntie. - He's supposed to be here.

- Who is he? - That's the carpenter slash, um, handyman.

- My name's Bo. - Hi, Bo.

Okay.

You guys can just hang out and kick back over there, I just need to...

Papa said Mama would be here.

She was. Unfortunately, she got called into her job.

Then why isn't Papa picking us up?

It's like I told you, your mama and pop are working,

but, uh, you guys are gonna have so much fun with Auntie Johanne!

- Yay! Auntie day! - Yeah!

- Yay. - Okay.

I just need to talk to carpenter Bo about carpentry things,

and then I'll be back, and we'll have some fun.

What're we doing?

I can't tell you. It's a surprise.

Okay.

Bo, can I borrow your van?

Why?

Because my car's being worked on. Please say yes.

My sister's run off all of sudden, and her husband Ayaz asked for my help.

Okay? I need to distract the kids until he can get back on his feet.

Trying to take them somewhere that...

seems planned and cool so they don't get suspicious of anything.

I hear you.

But I can't do it. I'm sorry.

It's a crisis. You gotta help me.

I can't have them sitting here all day asking non-stop questions.

I need to keep them occupied.

The problem is, um,

I'm the only person whose name's on the insurance, so...

Oh my God, I'm not gonna crash the stupid thing!

And if I do crash it, I can... I'll pay you back, no harm no foul.

So what do you think the surprise is?

Couldn't you just tell them what's going on? You know?

Kids pick up things more than you think.

So you'd rather I traumatize these poor kids

by telling them their mother may not come home for Christmas or ever,

rather than to fucking lend me your fucking car?

I guess Christmas is cancelled this year!

- Auntie? - Hm?

Is Christmas cancelled this year?

No. Auntie's just being a bit dramatic.

Please.

Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh, hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh! Hey, hey!

- Jump, Anton! Oof! - Yay!

- I'll wait here. - What do you think the surprise is?

You just gonna sit here and turn into an ice pop?

Well, you see, I got these handy seat warmers, so...

Let's go.

What do you think, boys?

Should Bo just sit in the car, or should he join us?

Join us.

Join us! Join us! Join us! Join us!

[traditional Christmas instrumental music playing

- So, here's one for you... - It looks delicious.

- Thank you. - Anton!

And here's one for you, from Auntie Johanne.

Oh! Thank you.

- I should actually be thanking you today. - For what?

For letting me sleep in this morning.

It was thoughtful and very much appreciated.

- It was nothing. - Mm.

I realize you may've been right. About my communication.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

He can be taught!

I'm sorry I've been so, um, up your butt about the dumb kitchen.

But it's, um, important to me.

I know I have a tendency to

get defensive when I feel like someone's trying to...

boss me around, so...

I'm the one who's sorry. It's an old hang-up of mine.

Hm.

When it comes to old hang-ups, I've got plenty of my own.

I can thank my mom.

Always tried to control me.

Yeah. She wanted me to live in her pocket, basically.

Yeah.

- I hear it gets pretty cramped in there. - Yeah.

Then I'm pretty impressed I was able to

basically force you to drive us here today.

Yeah.

Mm-hm, I hope I didn't trigger any flashbacks or remind you of your mother.

Johanne?

- No, no, no. We're good. - What?

Auntie, can we talk to Santa?

- Yeah, you want to? - Yeah!

Yeah, okay, let's do it.

Is that the surprise? We're here to meet Santa?

Yeah. Doesn't that sound like fun?

That's the whole point of Christmas, isn't it?

You really think I'm gonna sit on the lap of some random old man?

Well, you don't have to, obviously, but--

I'm not sitting on his lap either.

- Okay. - Maybe there's a Pokémon Gym here?

- Yeah. Yeah. - What? You serious?

You don't happen to have Pokémon, do you?

I don't have a smartphone, I just thought these guys might.

I just have Snake.

Like a snake game?

It's cool. Want me to show you guys?

- Yes, please. - Yeah?

- Yeah, okay. - Okay, let's play some, uh, Snake.

Okay, yeah. And we'll go say hi to Santa.

- It sounds cool. - Oh, yeah?

Can you show us?

- Here. - What's that?

- A Nokia 3310. - Never heard of it.

- So do you control a snake? - Yeah.

Whoa, it's super old.

- We have iPhones. - Oh, this is...

- Let's see... - Hi, there.

So, what would you like this year?

Hmm, ice skates.

- Ah! Like ice skating, do you? - Yeah.

What else?

And that Mama and Papa will be friends again.

Yeah. Well, that... that's a nice wish.

Yeah. I'm sure that'll happen by... by Christmas Eve?

Won't it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Would you like some candy? - Yeah.

Why don't we get you some?

- Here you go. Have a merry Christmas. - Auntie Johanne? Can I eat this?

- Yeah, eat up, buddy. - Yay!

- Ta-ta. - Bye-bye.

Hello?

It's Ayaz.

Yeah, we're good.

Yeah, uh, we're at the market.

Don't even worry about it. Uh, you do you. I've got this.

You've got three great kids, Ayaz. It's absolutely my pleasure.

Good luck. See ya.

Okay! You boys ready for the next leg of Auntie Johanne's big Christmas adventure?

Yeah!

Then let's move it!

- Hey, hey wait up! - Be careful.

Guys, come on! I'm super excited.

We can just get the bus from here.

You've already helped us more than enough.

Or we could rent, uh, two more pairs of skates?

Okay.

You gonna hang on me the whole time?

- Yeah, you don't think it's cute? - Not really.

What? Why not?

- Yeah no, we can't have this. - We're fine this way.

Except this isn't ice skating.

- No, no, oh my God, please don't let go! - Come on, just...

I swear to you...

If you're gonna be messing with me, I swear I'm gonna have to kill you.

You re-doing your own kitchen then.

Fine, but on Christmas day, you're dead.

What's the worst that could happen?

Uh, that I fall down and shatter my skull?

You've been traumatized by the job.

Occupational hazard, I guess.

No, hey, please! Help me!

- No... - All right.

Come here. I'll catch you if you fall.

Okay.

Okay, no, that's enough.

- We're gonna try something. - Okay.

- All right, come here. Turn around. - Wait, what? Do what?

- Come on. Trust me. - Yeah?

Hey! No, don't. This is too much for me! No! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

Ah!

- No... - I'm pretty good, huh?

You have to move your feet.

Your feet... You gotta swim. Like that! Look! Come on, get those feet movin'!

Lift 'em higher than that!

When do you have to drop off the kids?

Uh, gotta keep 'em busy for a couple more hours.

Okay.

How 'bout that outdoor theater?

An outdoor theater? Where?

Set up behind the market, so they can show Christmas films.

Yeah? Sounds perfect.

I think tonight it's Love Actually.

Huh? You're joking.

No.

Is it a good one?

It's just my favorite movie!

Well, we're in luck.

...of angel hair

And ice cream castles in the air

And feather canyons everywhere

Looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun

They rain and they snow on everyone

- Papa! - Hey!

- Hi, Papa. - You have fun with Auntie?

Yeah, we went to the movies and did so much stuff!

Oh, how fun.

- Hi, hi. - Hi.

- It was fun. Auntie's the best. - Hello.

This is Bo, the carpenter who's renovating my kitchen.

- Right. Hi. - Hi.

- Nice to meet you. - Thanks. You too.

- I see Anton dozed off. I got it. - Hm.

Oy, oy, oy, come to Daddy.

Bo's been so great.

He played chauffeur all today and drove us all around.

- That's great. - Mm.

Have you eaten?

We've had candy and some, uh, hot cocoa.

Okay, there's fresh bread if you want it. Homemade.

- Oh! You've been baking? - Yes, I've been baking.

- I'm impressed. - Yeah. You want some?

I'll give you some alone time with your little guys.

- Yeah. - You deserve it.

Thanks.

And also, I have to say,

I think that I was part of the reason Maria ran off.

Don't say that.

- We were arguing, and I said some things... - No, no, no, no.

It's not your fault. We've been struggling a long time.

I just want her to come home.

I want to show her that I understand her and we can work it out.

- Yeah. - I just hope that it's not too late.

Thank you for today. You're a great help.

See you later. All right. You both have a good night.

Let's get you to bed.

- Could we actually make one last stop? - Where're we going?

To see whether it's too late for, um... For something.

Hi.

- Hi. - Uh, my name's Johanne.

Uh, I work at the hospital. As a nurse.

Are you maybe the daughter of Willy... Or, um, William Ovesen?

Did he die?

He didn't.

Uh, he's not dead.

But, um, he does have a serious condition though.

So I just thought you might wanna know so you could pay him a little visit.

Doesn't seem he has anyone who's, um, well, willing to be there for him.

And you see, that is for a good reason.

- Okay. - Is this standard practice?

Showing up to the home of a patient's family?

It's, uh, it's not, but...

I'm sorry to, uh, just kind of show up. Um...

I tried to find your number, and I couldn't, so...

'Cause I don't use that last name anymore.

- Right. - And I haven't seen him in...

fifteen years.

He's like a stranger. He doesn't know me.

He cut me out of his life years ago.

That was all him.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Um...

Well, at the very least, now you know where he is.

I always worried it would turn out exactly this way.

- What? - That he'd only reach out when...

when it was too late.

Uh, uh... Mm.

How'd it go?

Mm-mm.

I think I crossed a line there.

Maria was right.

I can be way too much.

Well, um...

Maybe you only cross lines when you really care about someone.

You've been my hero today.

Couldn't have done it without your help.

Well, don't, uh, call me a hero till I'm done with your kitchen.

Yeah.

What do you do for Christmas?

I guess I'm just not really a Christmas person.

But you had so much fun today doing all that Christmassy stuff,

so a part of you secretly likes it, deep down.

You don't have any Christmas traditions?

I do have one tradition.

Tell me.

Well, in the afternoon I usually go down

to the, uh, Hungry Moose for an ice-cold beer.

- That pub on the corner? - Yeah.

I've done that for 'bout ten years now.

Hm.

- Drinking beer isn't that Christmassy. - Yeah, but it's a Christmas beer!

Bar's full of the same folks I see every year,

who always tell the craziest stories.

I like sittin' there, listening to 'em.

I don't know, there's something generous about it.

The way they seek connection.

Feels a little Christmassy to me.

- You think I'm weird? - Yeah, a little.

Well, tell me about your traditions, then.

I honestly don't know what happened to the Christmas traditions I had.

Christmas kind of just faded away. I don't know.

All lost to time.

I think it's super important to keep the customs and traditions. Preserve them.

'Cause when they go, it all starts to lose meaning.

My family just keeps doing them because they wanna be polite,

or they feel sorry for me, so...

Maybe you should start your own tradition?

Not your family's. Just yours.

That no one can take from you.

Sounds like it's about time for something new.

Hm.

This year I lost touch With my feelings

Clearing out and taking stock

I know where or when I start healing

I wasn′t ready but somehow I was

That's when you came knocking

We started talking

And suddenly I wasn′t scared

You said the right things I started listening

I think somehow you cured my fears

You-hoo-hoo-hoo

You got me all up in my feelings So fired up for Christmas evening

You-hoo-hoo-hoo

You redefine my wishes

I'm throwing out my list Now I've got you

You-hoo-hoo-hoo

You-hoo