All language subtitles for A Christmas Carol S01E01 E02 E03

(WIND WHISTLING)

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♪ ♪

You skinflint old bastard.

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(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

Oh, can they not read?

The inscription clearly states

"rest in peace".

Why am I not allowed any peace?

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(BELLS RINGING)

(CHILDREN CLAMORING)

HOOPER: Well, if I don't
see you before Christmas,

do have a very merry one.

MAN 2: And you, too. Oh,
we may call after dinner.

HOOPER: Oh, please do. Bring everyone.

You know you're more than welcome.

- Merry Christmas.
- Mr. Cratchit?

Mr. Bob?

Will you come tomorrow?

I'm afraid I can't tomorrow... work.

Work, my love?

- Tomorrow?
- Dad.

- You forgot this.
- I'm not a "this," silly.

No, I didn't forget old Timmy.
I saw he was offering

an extra prayer and I let him be.

For our poor cat that died.

Rest in peace.

Rest in peace, my eye.

- He's chasing mice around St. Peter's feet.
- (LAUGHS)

Tomorrow's Christmas Eve.

You promised this year
you'd stand up to him.

Come on, Cratchit, it'll
be a fine do tomorrow.

Children in charge...

blind man's buff and all that.

Bring the whole tribe.

- I'm sorry. I'm afraid...
- MARY: I'm afraid

my husband works for a man
with an ice pick for a heart.

Ah, of course, you toil for
Old Scratch, don't you?

Huh. My condolences.

Oh, well. So be it. Merry Christmas,

- Cratchit tribe.
- (CHILDREN CLAMORING)

- Excuse me.
- So be it.

Year after year.

Belinda?

Come on, you'll get wet
and catch your death.

Ooh.

It's nearly Christmas, Mama.

Yes.

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- ♪ ♪

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOG BARKING)

Rag!

Rag bone!

Any old iron or rag!

Rag bone!

Any old iron and rag!

(CHURCH BELLS RINGING)

(BELL TOLLING)

Late.

(CLATTERING)

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

There.

Beyond reasonable.

Oh.

The smudge is from the fourth lump.

I have no doubt.

The smudge is from kindness.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BELLS JINGLE)

Morning, Mr. Scrooge.

And Merry Christmas to
you, too, Mr. Scrooge.

I have left an important document

to be copied three times
before day's end.

One for London, one for
Birmingham, one for Manchester.

Three, not four, sir?

What?

Today appears to be a
day for four, not three.

Ah, you mean the extra
lump of coal I gave you.

Well, curse the fourth.

Curse gestures.

Just make three copies of the ledger.

And should there be no blots,

no smudges, no stains, you may go home.

At 4:00.

Mr. Scrooge, I-I thought
we had agreed that today,

on account of the day
it is, I could go home

at 3:00.

I give you an extra lump of coal...

... then straightaway you
want to snip an extra hour

off the day... three becomes four,

four becomes three.

I don't care for your
revolutionary mathematics.

This is not Paris.

It's frozen, sir.

What is?

My ink.

I'll have to thaw it on the fire.

No, that will waste time.

You can use mine.

Ah, lovely.

A sort of Christmas present, is it, sir?

Oh, please.

If it were a Christmas present
I would have wrapped it

in ribbons and bows to artificially

increase your anticipation.

And you would tear it open and gasp

and say, "Oh, my lord, a bottle of ink.

This is exactly what
I've always wanted."

And I would shrug and
smile and tell you that

of all the ink bottles in all the world,

this is the one ink bottle

I wanted you to have on this

most holy and sacred of days.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Behold.

One day of the year.

They all grin and greet each
other when every other day

they walk by with their
faces in their collars.

You know, it makes me very sad

to see all the lies

that come as surely as the snow

at this time of year.

How many Merry Christmases are meant

and how many are lies?

To pretend on one day of the year

that the human beast

is not the human beast.

That it is possible

we can all be transformed.

But if it were so...

if it were possible

for so many mortals

to look at the calendar and transform

from wolf to lamb...

then why not every day?

Instead of one day good, the rest bad,

why not have everyone
grinning at each other all year

and have one day in the
year when we're all beasts

and we pass each other by?

Why not turn it around?

Yes, sir.

Yes, you could call
that day of beastliness

Scrooge Day.

In honor of its inventor.

Yes. Why not?

It would be the one day
where everyone is free

to tell all those around them

exactly what they really think of them.

Well, I think every clerk in England

would report for work on that day, sir.

In order that they could
tell their employer

the awful truth of what
is in their hearts.

- Yes.
- Ah.

The truth without ribbons and bows.

What do you say?

I say, sir,

in all my ten years of
working here you've never

bothered to explain
your philosophy before.

I'm quite flattered, sir, that today

of all days you should
share the machinery

of your great logic

with a mere clerk.

It isn't logic, Cratchit.

Well, then, sir, what is it?

Mind out for the word "litigation."

You have a habit of spelling it wrongly.

I spelt it wrongly once.

Five years ago.

MAN (IN DISTANCE): Any old iron and rag!

Rag bone!

Any old iron and rag!

Rag bone!

Rag bone!

Any old iron and rag!

- Every third day.
- Rag bone!

Punctual at ten minutes
past 7:00 for the past

199 days, with a seven-day hiatus

July 4 to 11, when, no doubt,

he and his horse were in Margate

- or somewhere atrocious.
- Rag bone!

- Any old iron and rag!
- Two...

Oh, no ink.

- Any old iron or rag!
- Three calls,

15 steps of the horse,
five turns of the wheel.

I need a pencil.

WOMAN (IN DISTANCE): Chestnuts!

Roasted chestnuts!

Oh, what?

A new voice?

MAN: Any old iron and rag!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Four calls, 21 steps of the hoof,

- nine turns of the wheels.
- Chestnuts!

Hot off the coals!

Two from the chestnut woman.

Oh, damn it.

(BELL RINGING IN DISTANCE)

MAN: Any old iron and rag!

Five calls.

- WOMAN: Chestnuts!
- 27 steps of the horse,

11 turns of the wheel.

Fresh, new, fresh from Regents Park!

- Any old iron or rag!
- Three from chestnut woman.

- Five and 27...
- (BOTH CONTINUE CLAMORING)

eleven...

rag and bone. Now please pass by.

- Both of you, please pass by.
- (VOICES AND BELL GROW LOUDER)

- (MUTTERING)
- (VOICES CONTINUE SOFTLY IN DISTANCE)

WOMAN (IN DISTANCE):
Chestnuts! Warm chestnuts!

Yes. Ah, that's an eight.

(CONTINUES MUTTERING)

CHILDREN (IN DISTANCE):
♪ Joy to the world ♪

♪ The Lord is come ♪

How am I supposed to work

- with all this fucking noise?
- ♪ Let earth receive ♪

♪ Her King ♪

- Yes, I hear you.
- ♪ Let every heart ♪

- Four.
- ♪ Prepare Him room ♪

♪ And heaven and nature sing... ♪

Five. Yes?

Rag and bone man's passing.

He wants to know if we have
any rags or bone or iron.

None.

He is just begging a
Christmas box. (STAMMERS)

- Six.
- Sir.

Are you all right? You
don't seem yourself today.

Well, I am myself, always.

Please get on with your work.

♪ Repeat the sounding joy ♪

- (SCROOGE SIGHS)
- ♪ Repeat, repeat ♪

♪ The sounding joy ♪

♪ Far as the curse is found ♪

♪ Far as the curse is found ♪

♪ Far as, far as ♪

♪ The curse is found ♪

♪ He rules the world ♪

♪ With truth and grace ♪

♪ And makes the nations... ♪

Last night...

I had a dream of

chains and furnaces and...

♪ And wonders of His love... ♪

... and I realized,

when I am alone and I talk out loud...

it is still you I am talking to.

(CLOCK TICKING)

As if you are not completely gone.

But I was at your burial.

And I am rational.

I placed the coins on your eyes. I...

I saw your coffin lowered.

So I have no explanation why
I speak out loud to you.

(BANGING ON WINDOW)

Any old iron and rag!

You miserable bastard.

Six rag and bone.

Oh, Jacob.

Imagine, at least where
you are, it's quiet.

Oh, fate.

Oh, spirits of life and death.

Whoever is in charge in
this ill-begotten universe,

I'm begging you to free me

from this consciousness.

Let me rest.

Give me darkness.

I know my sins were many,

but I have repented and
repented and repented.

Tell me what I must do to make amends...

... and I will do it.

Please.

(BELL RINGING LOUDLY)

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(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(SCREAMS)

(SHRIEKING)

Aah!

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

Oh, Lord.

Please tell me this is not hell.

Not quite, pilgrim.

I have money. Two
pennies. They're yours.

Please, let me go.

I... I know you.

Aye.

You do.

I died like a horse of exhaustion

in one of your workshops.

So many men, women,

and children died

at your penny-pinching hands,

and each one I've forged
into a link in the chain.

The chain you must now wear, Mr. Marley.

What reason?

I've been dead a year. Why now?

You rang the bell.

You offered penance.

And since your call was answered...

(LAUGHING)

I'd wager the spirits have
a little job for you.

(LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(WHISPERING, INDISTINCT VOICES)

GHOSTLY VOICE (ECHOING): Marley. Marley.

Marley. Marley.

(WHISPERING CONTINUES)

(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAL)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(WHISPERING CONTINUES)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Done, Mr. Scrooge.

Finished.

You already proofed the first two, sir.

Just checking again, Cratchit.

The light grows dim.

I sense you are angry with me.

Why do you say that?

Because everything on this
page is perfect, precise...

immaculate, you might say.

You got it all right to spite
me, to... to show me.

No, sir. No.

To, uh, to afford you the possibility
that-that since all the work

is done correctly and
early I might leave early

and spend the rest of
the day with my family.

Your anger made you work quickly

but perfectly. You didn't stop to think

that working quickly and
perfectly also suits me...

the object of your hatred...
down to the ground.

I don't hate you, sir.

(SIGHS)

I'm not accustomed to talking
about these matters with you.

I ask you again:

is everything all right with you?

Christmas, it seems,

inspires such emotion.

Good and, evidently, bad.

I feel your eyes burning into me.

Imagine you were a violent man.

Imagine your pen were a dagger.

Imagine I were found dead

on Christmas morning.

The murder could be laid, too,

at the door of the spirit
of Christmas, yes?

Mr. Scrooge.

Mr. Scrooge, it's now
eight minutes past 3:00.

My work is complete.

If we're back to logic,
then logic suggests

that my sitting in there
idle for no reason...

that's the anomaly.

MONGER (IN DISTANCE):
Here it is! Where's the great...

A letter of complaint

to the Lord Mayor regarding
persistent noise

caused by costermongers,
Gypsies, street musicians,

rag and bone men,
various other gutter runners.

I want this letter written out

in duplicate and put in
with the last post today.

It contains very precise mathematics

pertaining to the quantity and
frequency of the intrusions.

Please be sure to get
the numbers correct.

I took great pains over them.

Oh. Great pain.

Yes, I can see that.

It is not I in curious mood
today, Cratchit, it is you.

As if you're suddenly careless

- of your situation.
- No, sir.

No, I'm not careless
of my situation, sir.

I know my situation. I have two children

and a wife to take care of at a time

of high unemployment.

One of my children is very sick, sir,

and his treatment costs
money. I know, sir,

I know the narrowness of my situation.

And so do you.

- So do you.
- Two copies

of that letter should take
you nicely up to 4:00.

We'll see.

MARLEY (IN DISTANCE): Hello?

Hello?

Why am I here?

I was told the spirits
have a job for me.

What spirits?

What job?

(FIRE WHOOSHING, CRACKLING)

Ah.

Warmth, at least.

And explanation.

And perhaps salvation.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Oh, God.

Hello, old friend.

(LAUGHS)

Six times we won the
Epsom Derby together.

GHOSTLY VOICES (ECHOING):
Marley. Marley.

Marley. Marley. Marley.

- Marley.
- Marley. Marley.

- (CHILD LAUGHS IN DISTANCE)
- Marley. Marley.

(GRUNTING)

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello! Hello?

Yeah, I saw someone

tending this fire. Where are you?

Hello?

I'm... Aah!

(HORSE NEIGHS)

I have no idea who you are,

but why on earth did you
just burn my rocking horse?

Because you're next.

On the fires I burn memories

and old affections.

I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.

Here to smoke out redemption.

You have lingered in purgatory

for your many sins.

If it turns out you can be redeemed,

I will rake you out of the flames

and blow you cool

and deliver you to everlasting

and eternal... peace.

Understood. Peace is indeed what I seek.

If you want peace...

... there is a price.

And the price is

repentance.

Uh, if this is about repentance,

then I've already repented.
I rang the bell.

Rang as a consequence

of my declared repentance,
and the blacksmith...

I don't care.

You are not here for your sins alone.

(GHOSTLY VOICES CLAMOR)

Your fate is bound

to the soul of Ebenezer Scrooge.

It is with him that you profaned
the spirit of humanity.

Together, you will repay.

And together... and only together...

can you repent.

So you're saying that

I should forever be
held in purgatory un...

until my friend

has also repented?

(SHARP EXHALE)

(MUTTERING)

Then, if you would, throw
another year on the fire.

Bring me a blanket and a pillow
if such things are allowed,

because I am without doubt

stuck here for fucking ever.

Because that man, that...

object in the shape of a man,

that-that thing with
black ink in his veins

is 94% gravel and rubble,

and the rest is his stupid hair.

And I know for certain

that he will never repent.

Before this Christmas is ash,

I must search the heart
of Ebenezer Scrooge

and see if there is a
tender place there.

Your fate depends upon it.

(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

- (DOOR OPENS, BELL JINGLES)
- FRED: Afternoon.

Uncle Ebenezer.

(PANTING)

I ran in case you might
be closing early.

No. Still many things to do.

You seem out of breath.

That's 'cause I ran to catch you.

And to invite you to dinner tomorrow.

Oh. What's tomorrow?

It's a birthday tomorrow.

It's, uh...

our Lord Jesus Christ's birthday.

Now, I know you don't
believe in Christmas.

But you believe in him, don't you?

No. Nor do I believe

in Ali Baba or the magic
genie of the lamp.

Besides, which liar told you
that tomorrow was his birthday?

It's in the Bible.

Another deceit. There
is no mention of a date

in that book or in any other.

And as for those images
I see on church walls

of three wise men on camels
walking in the snow,

there's no record of it being winter,

and no record of there ever
being snow in Palestine.

Indeed, riding camels in the snow

is the very embodiment of
the absurdity and the lies

which have continued to beget
more lies down the centuries,

during the days now marked 24 and 25.

You believe in fig pudding.

And there will be fig pudding.

And there will be fig
pudding, too, in January.

Would you come in January?

No.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, CHILDREN SHOUT)

Uncle, before she died,

my mother said to me, "Fred...

"... you must forgive
my brother Ebenezer.

"He's just in pain.

A very old pain."

Very well.

I'll get to my point.

Every year, I come here,

and I invite you to dine

with myself and my wife and my children

whom you've never even set eyes upon.

This is the last time I'll
make such an invitation.

Upon my wife's insistence,

I will do this no more.

Good. Save you getting
all out of breath.

Uncle.

Yeah, I will say it because
I know it hurts you.

Merry Christmas, Uncle Ebenezer.

I doubt I'll ever see you
again on this earth.

(DOOR OPENS, BELL JINGLES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

MARLEY (IN DISTANCE): Ebenezer.

Ebenezer.

(WIND GUSTS)

(WATER SPLASHES)

1831 and 1837.

The exact same dates as the coins I put

on your eyes when
you lay in your coffin.

I always look at the dates.

They interest me.

How come these same coins are here?

Why now?

(COINS THUD)

CHILDREN: ♪ When they
are both full-grown ♪

♪ Of all trees that are in the wood ♪

♪ The holly bears the crown ♪

♪ Oh, the rising of the sun ♪

♪ And the running of the deer ♪

♪ The playing of... ♪

Do you want me to add them to your list

of intrusive voices, sir?

♪ The holly bears a blossom ♪

♪ As white as lily flower ♪

Do it, Mr. Scrooge.

Give them the coins.

♪ To be our dear Savior. ♪

Merry Christmas, sir.

Go away.

♪ ♪

Done, sir.

Finished. 40 minutes left.

I assume you have something
else for me to fill the time.

Go home.

- Home?
- Home.

(SIGHS)

Rag...

and bone.

All it is and can be.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

♪ ♪

(CLOCK TICKING)

_

Clock.

I know it's 20 past 3:00,
but please strike 4:00.

How?

I don't know. I will not
leave my office early

and bow down to this absurd season.

But please say it's
4:00 and set me free.

Lie to me, and I'll believe you.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(BELL TOLLING)

- ♪
♪
- (LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Hands... two!

(LAUGHING)

(CHATTER, MUSIC CONTINUE IN DISTANCE)

- Dad?
- Mm-hmm?

Do I have to do my exercise today?

I-It's Christmas Eve.

No days off, Tim.

You're worse than old Scrooge.

(LAUGHS)

If it's exercise you want me to do,

why not let me go skating

on the pond beyond the yard?

- I can borrow Belinda's skates.
- Ah.

So you skate before you can
walk before you can run.

Besides, Belinda's skates are broken.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (MARY CHUCKLES)

- Hi, darling.
- (SIGHS)

- What did you get?
- We got a big fat goose.

Wait, wait, wait. Two more minutes.

Mwah. Grumpy Daddy.

- (CHUCKLING)
- Yeah.

Hey.

When did you get home?

Bugger let me go about 40 minutes early.

- Very strange mood.
- It's Christmas.

Let's not talk about him.

Not even once.

You seem to despise him
even more than I do.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Also, while you were...

while you were gone, Tim
wrote his Christmas letter

to your cousin Jack. (SNIFFS)

Here's what he wrote.

"Dear Mr. Levitt, I hope you're well

and that there's lots of
snow there in America... "

Darling, after seven years...

... there's no need for Tim
to keep on writing letters

of thanks to America every
single Christmas for eternity.

And why?

He did save Tim's life. Um...

(SIGHS) Very well.

I'll go and post it.

I'll catch the last post.

We'll, um...

We'll all... come with you.

Uh, the air will do us all some good.

Very well.

We'll all go.

Tim.

- Yes!
- (CHUCKLES)

Belinda.

("I SAW THREE SHIPS" PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

HOOPER: Ah, Mr. Scrooge.

Sir, do you have any

spare change for an excellent cause?

(SIGHS) And what cause might that be?

Oh, it's for the welfare
of the poor and destitute

who suffer greatly at this time of year.

Hundreds of thousands
in this city are in want

of common comforts.

Are there no prisons?

- Oh, plenty of prisons.
- And the Union workhouses...

are they still in operation?

THWAITES: I wish I could
say they were not.

The treadmill and the poor law.

Uncommonly busy since
the financial collapse.

But some would rather die than go there.

Then let them die.

HOOPER: All we're asking for,
sir, are a couple of penny coins.

Do you not have two penny
coins in your pocket?

Bah.

Humbug.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, CHEERING, LAUGHING)

Thank you.

- GIRL: Whoa!
- GIRL 2: Belinda!

Now, I'm not sure if we've spelt
your cousin's name correctly.

Mary, is it...

is it Levitt with two Ts or one?

It... it's spelt with two Ts.

- You all right?
- Mm-hmm.

- There's Belinda.
- Oh. You needs skates, eh?

BOB: I swear last year
you said it was spelt

with one "T."

My cousin is now an American.

They don't care for Ts.
They drink coffee.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

MAN: Merry Christmas.

- Oh, Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

This cousin whose name
changes every year,

you never mentioned
before Tim became sick.

The children are happy here.

Stay with them. I'll post the letter

and I'll come back.

- You all right, mister?
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(EXHALES)

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

_

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Who left you here?

(WHISPERING IN DISTANCE)

- (GASPS)
- (HORSE NEIGHS)

(GATE SQUEAKS)

♪ ♪

Marley?

(KEYS JINGLING)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(THUMP IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(PLATE CLATTERS SOFTLY)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(WHISPER IN DISTANCE)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(GRUNTING)

(THREE LOUD THUMPS)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(CREAK)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(GURGLING NEARBY)

(BONES CRACK)

Apologies, old friend.

I'm... not quite sure
how these things work.

I first formed as your door knocker,

and you knocked off my chin.

Seems fine now.

I understand this must come as a shock.

No.

No, because this-this is not real.

This is not real.

(GRUNTS) There's much I have to tell you

about what is real

and what is not real.

Reality's a decision.

I've learned that.

I've been sent by a spirit.

A spirit who doesn't care,

and I imagine would relish
our failure, but...

is obliged to seem to try to help.

I didn't eat today.

This is the result of light-headedness

caused by hunger.

I am... asleep in this armchair.

Have you forgotten, Ebenezer?

I'm already dead.

You can't kill me.

And if you were to hit me

with that thing then
I'll just be very messy

for the rest of our conversation.

And we have much to discuss.

(POKER CLATTERS)

Now, I... don't understand it all,

but you threw a blanket over a pair

of cold, black horses... I believe
that means there is hope.

Hope of what?

No need for me to explain.

You'll meet them soon enough.

Meet who?

The spirits.

I've met one,

but I'm told there are three.

I have no plans to meet anyone. I'm...

I-I want to be alone.

And yet it is Christmas, Ebenezer.

Christmas.

Very well.

Go out there.

(LOUD EXPLOSION)

They've laid on a little show for you.

- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- (NEIGHS)

(BELL CLANGING)

(SCREAMING)

(NEIGHING)

(COUGHING)

(WAILING, CRYING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

It was you.

Gas was reported.

To save money, you refused
to dig out the pipes.

- You did this. You.
- (SCREAMING)

You cut us to the bone.

(WOMAN SHRIEKING)

MARLEY: Remember Morris and Thompson?

Our factory in Birmingham which
we purchased for pennies,

and we cut their cloth
according to our meanness.

The consequences of one's actions

always ends up on one's own doorstep.

How righteous and scolding
we were at the inquest.

Remember?

Idleness, drunkenness,

a lack of common sense on
the part of the workforce...

we blamed them all...
and got the all clear

from a judge whose palm
I crossed with silver.

Look at these chains, Ebenezer.

This isn't a fucking game. Look.

Each link is a man or woman or child

who died in our workshops

in London,

Birmingham, Manchester,

- Bombay, Batavia...
- Wait. Wait.

- They were subcontracts.
- Mauritius,

- Bay of Honduras...
- Enough.

No, it was never enough.

Not for you or for me.

And for what?

What was the purpose of
our gross accumulation?

For this...

... we vandalized the world.

Whatever you are, I should like
you to leave my home, now.

Oh, when your time comes,
there'll be chains for you, too.

And your fate will be to wander
the earth with the great weight

of your past on your shoulders.

Unless I repent, yes?

"Humbug," I will say.

"Repent what?," I will say.

The spirit I met has no
concern for your soul.

Or mine.

I want salvation.

But in truth, it is up to you.

Bah.

Ebenezer Scrooge,

the first of three spirits
will come tonight

when the clock strikes midnight.

The next will come the next
night at the same hour.

And the third will come
the following night.

Also at midnight.

Prepare ye.

A reality so readily banished
is not much of a reality.

A piece of undigested beef.

A lump of uncooked potato.

Humbug!

(CLOCK BELL TOLLING)

Two.

(TOLLING CONTINUES)

(TOWER BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

(BELLS TOLLING)

(CLOCK BELL CONTINUES TOLLING)

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

(TOLLING STOPS)

One hour to go.

Then it will begin.

Reason against fancy.

We will know the winner by morning.

_

(CHAINS RATTLING)

(GRUNTS)

Well?

Well, I did as you asked.

I called on Ebenezer and I...

I told him he'd be visited
by three spirits.

I urged him... no, I pleaded with him...

to hear what the spirits had to say.

And he replied but one
word. I'll spell it for you.

H-U-M-B-U-G.

- Oh...
- And he settled into his chair,

and then... Oh, f...

What's the point?

The only way anyone could
ever soften Scrooge's heart

would be with a mincing knife
and a cup of warm gravy

to make some kind of unpleasant pudding.

Let's face it, I'm stuck here forever.

And what do you care, anyway, eh?

To you, we're just numbers on a list

in your celestial inventory.

Nevertheless,

having observed this...

Ebenezer Scrooge,

I relish a challenge.

I'll show him his most
treasured memories

and tortured nightmares.

And like the many thousand
souls before him,

he will beg forgiveness.

♪ In Dublin's fair city ♪

♪ Where the girls ♪

♪ Are so pretty ♪

♪ I once set my eyes ♪

♪ On sweet Molly Malone ♪

♪ As she wheeled her wheelbarrow ♪

♪ In the streets broad and narrow. ♪

BOB: Why are you awake, my love?

(FIDDLING, INDISTINCT CHATTER OUTSIDE)

I'm excited.

It will soon be Christmas.

Mary.

Is there something you want to tell me?

Hey.

If the money you received was not sent

by some mysterious cousin in America...

... who did send it?

Why?

Let Christmas be, Bob, please.

Just let Christmas be.

- (CHURCH BELL RINGING)
- (PEOPLE CHEERING)

Listen.

It's almost here.

(BELL TOLLING)

And when Christmas is done...

you'll tell me who.

(BELL TOLLING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BELL CONTINUES TOLLING)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

Come, Spirit, change me. Try.

(BELL TINKLING)

Is that you, Spirit?

Do ghosts have bells attached to them?

(TINKLING CONTINUES)

(SQUEAKING)

Erasmus?

Erasmus, is th...

Is that you?

It is you.

Oh.

The best Christmas present I ever had.

Oh... oh.

Still with the... the ribbon and bell

my sister put around your neck.

Oh.

So you are the spirit I was promised.

And the lesson I am meant to learn

by your miraculous appearance

is that even a small rodent...
reviled, trapped,

poisoned every other day of the year...

can, on Christmas day...

with the addition of a bit
of silk and gold leaf...

become a precious
gift for a small child,

as you were for me.

Well, little spirit,

if you think my heart would melt

on the warmth of your memory,

you have no idea what
you are up against.

- (SQUEAKS)
- Oh!

So...

the grand visitation is over.

Time for a celebration.

A rat wrapped in a ribbon

is no match for reason.

(FLOORBOARDS CREAK IN DISTANCE)

(CLOCK TICKING)

MAN (IN DISTANCE):
♪ In Dublin's fair city ♪

♪ Where the girls are so pretty ♪

♪ I first set my eyes ♪

- ♪ On sweet Molly Malone ♪
- No.

Please, not you.

♪ She wheeled a wheelbarrow ♪

♪ Through the streets ♪

♪ Broad and narrow ♪

- ♪ Crying cockles ♪
- You are dead.

- ♪ And mussels ♪
- We buried you.

♪ Alive ♪

♪ Alive, oh ♪

- No, not alive.
- ♪ Alive ♪

- Please, not this.
- ♪ Alive, oh ♪

♪ Alive ♪

♪ Alive, oh... ♪

Alive.

- Alive, oh.
- (DOORKNOB RATTLING)

(POUNDING, RATTLING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

Ebenezer?

Aye, awake, are ye?

Ebenezer.

Ebenezer?!

Your little prayers on
my behalf were no use.

They did me this afternoon.

Over tea and biscuits.

Did me up proper.

They took the lot, every fucking thing!

They covered my ass with tallow,

and set it alight, like a cat.

(WHISPERING): Spirit,
if this is your doing,

please make him go away.

What did ye say?

Please don't make it that he can see me.

Oh, I can see ye.

I can see ye.

- I see ye, boy.
- (GASPS)

- What did ye say?!
- Please...

not this night.

What night?

The... the night you
were declared bankrupt.

What, you're sorry for me, are ye?

He's fucking sorry.

Yeah, well, you know this, you
know that everyone out there...

every man, every woman...

they're all beasts who care only,

only for themselves.

Because that is what a human is.

It's an inward-looking thing only.

This whole world is cock fighting cock,

bear fighting dog,

hands in your pockets,
fingers up your ass.

They're trying to take
your very kidneys from ye.

- You learn that from this night.
- I know that, Father.

That I know.

There is no virtue.

Look upon me.

Everything took.

No mercy shown.

I only just made it across the Thames

without giving myself up to it.

But I continued because I have
you and your useless fucking

frozen-up mother to keep.

And your sister to keep, too,
and a scrubber maid and a sweep.

And now, by the devilment
of fucking Christmas,

the latest addition to
my list of dependents,

a little white mouse.

Whose reason for existence under my roof

is yet to be explained to me.

I can explain the mouse, Father.

It was a Christmas gift from Lottie.

There are no gifts!
A gift is just a debt,

unwritten but implied.

And this gift has a golden
bell around his neck.

Now, you tell me, what
good is gold to a mouse?

The bell wasn't real gold.

(STAMMERS) Lottie took it from a toy.

It-it was gilt and worth only pennies.

Yet, still...

that mouse, with his bell,

is richer than I.

You could have taken that bell.

Just cut the ribbon. You could have...

you could have done it without
causing any harm to him.

Harm to vermin?

Learn... this...

lesson!

Feed only that which
might someday feed you!

Where is this mouse and its bell?

Not this.

Not this. Not a repeat of this.

Why not this, Ebenezer Scrooge,

when you've relived it a thousand times?

(SQUEAKING)

Learn this lesson!

To warn me against
unprofitable affections.

SPIRIT: A lesson you learned well.

And I am here to make you unlearn it.

You are the spirit Marley told me about,

the one who doesn't even care.

(SHORT CHUCKLE)

Ah, I am the canvas.

It is you who paints the pictures.

I don't care for riddles.

I am done. Your point is made.

If it makes any difference,

your visit has opened an old
wound barely ever healed.

Congratulations.

Now, if you don't mind,
I should like to sleep.

You will not get down on your knees

and beg me for absolution?

No.

I am quite careless of myself.

I count myself to sleep
each night the same.

One day, the count will end. So...

I have had men claw at my robes.

Women soak my sleeves with their tears.

Well, perhaps you should
claim a new robe against tax

as a legitimate expense.

Tonight, you will not sleep,

Ebenezer Scrooge.

I will not allow it.

This is not a game of reason
against fancy, Ebenezer.

I will put hot tweezers to your soul

- and remove the splinters.
- (MARY CRYING)

I am going to take you on a long journey

measured not in yards and miles

but in days and years.

MARY: Surely, I am forgiven. (SOBS)

I don't want to go anywhere.

You have no choice

but to come with me, Ebenezer.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Come... with a Ghost
of Christmas Past...

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

... who feels your heart beating.

(CHILDREN CLAMORING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING, SQUEALING)

(LAUGHING)

I have formulated a rational
explanation for this.

The sherry I drank in front of the fire

from the decanter which has
been half-full these six months.

The maid who I dismissed for idleness

must have slipped laudanum into it.

I haven't touched a drop of the sherry

since she left until now.

There.

That is what all of this is.

Laudanum slipped into my wine

by a vengeful maid.

You-you are an opiate.

- Now, come on.
- WOMAN: William.

- MAN: Time to go.
- WOMAN: Come on.

- (CHILDREN CONTINUE CLAMORING)
- I know those boys.

MAN: Time to go, children.

SCROOGE: Jasper.

And-and Wellington.

And poor Horace, who...

who died of consumption.

Poor Horace.

Walk on.

SPIRIT: We are now in a time

before poor Horace was struck down.

Your memory shapes me
according to what time we're in.

Same spirit.

(YOUNGER VOICE): Different Christmas.

At this time in your life,

I was your only friend.

Behold.

I swear, there was
never a time in my life

when I had a friend who looked
even remotely like you.

Look again.

My God.

- You are Ali Baba.
- Yes!

How many nights you
spend reading my stories

under cover by candlelight,
over and over,

to escape from the pain of these years?

The shame.

You are an illustration.

Correct.

That is to say, in truth,

you, too, are also opium.

Have you ever ridden a camel before?

(CAMEL GRUNTING)

No. No, I've never
ridden a camel before.

Nor have I ever had a
conversation with a picture

from a picture book.

Well, today you are doing both.

Come.

Come where?

I know this place.

Indeed you do.

The Black Bridge Boarding School.

I do not wish to come.

- Why?
- (CAMEL GRUNTING)

I vowed I would never set foot

inside Black Bridge School ever again.

And yet you step back
inside it every night.

In your dreams.

Your nightmares.

You know so much.

Everything.

Spirits can know everything
except the outcome.

Come with me.

Morphine.

Actually, his name is
Valentine, but you know that.

As an 11-year-old child,

you escaped from hell on his back

- many, many times.
- (VALENTINE GRUNTS)

What good will it do for me to go back?

If you come back with me now,

you may never have to go back
into your nightmare ever again.

And if the camel and I
are merely poppy fumes,

what harm can it do?

Come.

The day is drawing to a close.

You are in the dormitory
reading your book,

lost in The Arabian Nights.

You are 11 years old. You are alone.

Come and see.

Why do we not leave footprints?

We are not here.

What you see happened a long time ago.

- On a particular day.
- What particular day?

Come, you will see.

Who will be there on this day?

ALI BABA: You and one other.

(VALENTINE GRUNTS)

Be brave, Ebenezer.

You have Ali Baba and
Valentine at your side.

The other children have gone
home for Christmas, yes?

Yes. You saw them leave.

I was the only child
who had to board here

over the Christmas holidays,

- because my father said...
- What did he say?

One year, he said there was
pestilence in our street.

Another, the house was flooded.

Another, there was no
room in the new house.

Always, I had to stay here.

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

I know that man.

(GRUNTS)

ALI BABA: Ebenezer,

- you cannot hurt him.
- (LOCK CLICKS)

- (DOOR OPENS)
- He's in the past.

- But I see him.
- Always you see him.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Ever since those days,

you see him when you close your eyes.

The great Ali Baba seeks
to enter your past.

Enter the den of the 40 thieves.

Can you remember the magical
password from the book?

Of course I remember the magic
password. "Open sesame."

I warned you, Ebenezer Scrooge,

this is not a game.

Come.

Into the truth.

Open sesame.

(WIND WHISTLING)

Ebenezer, look upon yourself.

What would you say to him if you could?

Spirit, I should like to go home now.

That is exactly what he would say to me.

"I should like to go home now."

That was all I wanted then,

to be with my mother and sister.

Watch.

Ebenezer.

Ebenezer.

Ebenezer.

It is I.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Good Lord. He can see you.

Just for a moment.

Sometimes children...
they can see spirits.

Children that need to see.

I remember this.

I remember this very moment.

In the stories,

Ali Baba always could do anything.

I was praying to him to save me

and come and take me from this place.

And I swear, just for one moment,

I looked up and I saw him,

just where you're standing.

I...

I thought he could save anyone.

So...

it's just you and I here for
Christmas again, Scrooge.

Hmm?

Well, don't worry.

Course I won't expect you to
sleep in here on your own.

You'll be with me.

Just like last year.

Hmm?

Come on, get your things.

Come on. (CHUCKLES)

Enough. I should like to go home now.

Not yet. Wait.

- Come on, boy. Chop chop.
- (HORSE NEIGHING IN DISTANCE)

ALI BABA: Because this
is the happy year.

- (HOOFBEATS CLOMPING)
- MAN: Whoa.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(CARRIAGE DOOR OPENS)

Goodness.

Yes, I know.

Uh...

who is it?

YOUNG EBENEZER: It's my sister, Lottie.

What the hell does she want?

I show you this not to torture you

but to enlighten you. Look.

(DOOR OPENS)

- Lottie!
- She cannot hear you, Ebenezer.

You are here only to watch and learn.

Ebby tells me you are his sister.

What do you want?

I've come to take my brother home.

What are you talking about?

Ebenezer spends Christmas with me.

Not anymore. Things have changed.

Uh, your father and I have a
long-standing arrangement

to keep Ebenezer here.

Hmm.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Ebby, go and wait outside.

- There's a carriage.
- No.

LOTTIE: Ebby,

our father has left us.

At last.

Mother said you are to go home.

Go on. Run ahead.

Now for the part you do not know.

No. Scrooge, stop.
I order you to come back.

- Stop!
- (GRUNTING)

- (SHRIEKS)
- (HEADMASTER SCREAMS)

Your help is not needed. Watch.

(GASPS)

LOTTIE: Our father made my brother

stay here at Christmas

in return for you waiving school fees.

But I and my mother have finally

managed to be rid of him.

And your little... arrangement

regarding my brother is over.

My brother will never

return to this school ever again.

And if you try to follow...

- I will shoot you.
- (GUN COCKS)

And, in my defense, have my brother

tell the parish everything.

Lottie, like a highwayman.

She pulled a fucking gun. It's...

She rescued me.

A Christmas miracle.

An act of love without
the need for thanks.

A gift which was not given

as a debt implied.

Come.

Mother's bought a goose for us to pluck.

ALI BABA: But you never saw her bravery.

Never felt the warmth of
her selfless compassion.

- DRIVER: Go on, then. Get up.
- (WHIP CRACKS)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

She always told me I had
to leave the school

because we couldn't afford the fees.

You never told a living soul

about what happened at this school.

But your sister knew.

She could not bear the thought

of you spending another
Christmas in hell.

Forget ribbons and bells.

That is the spirit of Christmas.

But you were numb to her,
lost to all affection.

You went home

(ECHOING): and had no more need...

for Ali Baba and Valentine.

I never went home.

The boy who left never returned.

I counted myself the most
hard-done-by creature on Earth.

Just yesterday...

Lottie's son came to
invite me to dinner.

And even he told me

Lottie had always warned him

to be patient with me

because of a... a very old pain.

But S-Spirit, consider this.

This is proof.

Proof? Of what?

What happened to me
here at this school...

this-this excuses me.

This explains me.

And because it's all in the past,

nothing can be done to remedy it.

(CHUCKLES)

So, we require more than a mincing knife

and warm gravy to soften your heart.

You only see what your
father did to you,

not what your sister did for you.

Let us go deeper.

(GASPS)

(METAL CLANGING, POUNDING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GRUNTING)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(COUGHING)

Behold.

The Scrooge and Marley
anthracite coal mine

in the country of Wales.

One of your later commercial ventures,

after you and Mr. Marley
met at the corn exchange.

Both buying up bankrupt businesses

from men like your father.

And this was one of your
most profitable ventures.

- (HORSE WHEEZING)
- (HACKING COUGH)

Poor thing.

"He is pure air and fire."

Evidently, when William Shakespeare
wrote that about a horse,

he'd never seen one put down a coal pit.

Not much is pure down here.

SCROOGE: I remember
when we bought the mine,

I tried not to think about the horses.

(GROANING)

You made this place
profitable by cutting down

on the excessive use of oak timbers.

Before you and Marley bought the mine,

they had used timber
quite extravagantly...

- to support the roof.
- (RUMBLING, CREAKING)

- (WHISTLE BLOWING)
- (ALL SCREAMING, SHOUTING)

BOY: Collapse!

(GRUNTS) Get up, lad! Quick!

No harm can come to us
because we're not here.

But they are not so lucky.

(SHOUTING, SCREAMING CONTINUING)

Recall. This was midnight
on Christmas Eve.

And this the Christmas
gift for 27 men and women

and boys and multiple ponies.

You tried not to think about the horses,

but did you ever think
about the human souls?

Pull us up!

In the name of God!

Pull us up!

In the name of God,
the timbers won't hold!

Save us!

Save us! Pull us up!

- Save us!
- MINER: The only thing you didn't count

- were the victims.
- Save us! Pull us up! Save us!

- (RUMBLING)
- (ALL SCREAMING)

MINER: They were lost in your darkness.

(SCROOGE PANTING)

Spirit, where... where are we?

Is this hell?

SPIRIT: No.

We are now back in your 30th year,

Ebenezer Scrooge.

And business is booming.

Come.

Come quick, or we'll miss it.

I-I would just like to explain
the Christmas mine collapse

and its causes, which aren't at
all how you characterized them.

There is no time for explanations.

Yes, yes, it's Christmas Eve again.

And yet they will all be
working until long after dark.

But come, Ebenezer.

I fear something awful awaits.

BUSINESSMAN: No. Something magical.

Something wonderful.

Profit, Ebenezer. Pure profit.

Look, Scrooge, there you are.

You and Marley in your prime.

This was the moment
when it all really began.

My father's barely cold in his grave

and already you're here with business?

MARLEY: Well, your father looks down

from heaven and urges
you to listen to us.

SCROOGE: Your father was
fond of gambling on horses.

Fond of it, but poor at it.

MARLEY: And we can't all choose
the winner at the Epsom Derby.

MILL OWNER: We didn't
know how much he'd lost

until his last breath.

Look, grief blinds you, slows you.

And we're here to help you.

We're familiar with some of the people

of his secret acquaintance
and we're in a position

to purchase your
father's gambling debts.

Owed to a turf accountant
in Halifax, name of Dagger.

Why would you do that?

YOUNG SCROOGE: I'm afraid the price

of slow horses are
the least of his legacy.

Put that back.

Accounts not worth the
paper they're written on.

Money due to the government revenue

spent instead on some nag with
the same name as his mistress.

MILL OWNER: How dare you?

Secrets, debts, mistresses...

... revenue men who
bring pistols and chains.

They can't chain a ghost, young man.

It will be you

they throw into the lockup.

(SCOFFS) You wish to buy one loom?

No. The whole mill.

Well, I think you missed off a zero.

Zero means nothing, so
we missed off nothing.

Sit down.

(SCOFFS QUIETLY)

Now, we'll deal with Dagger.

We also have friends at the
revenue who will overlook

your inherited liability,

in return for a healthy
bribe, of course.

The mill itself is worth ten times that.

The mill is healthy, but
you have no liquidity.

You need money now.
Without us, it will be a race

between Dagger's cutthroats

and the revenue's militiamen.

MARLEY: And please know
that your father's reputation

as a pious, Christian family man

- will be safe in our hands.
- (SIGHS)

We'll even put up a plaque. There.

Above your head.

MARLEY: So your father
can rest in peace.

Now...

(CLEARS THROAT)

... do we have a deal?

BUSINESSMAN: You bought this cotton mill

in Dewsbury for £800,

then promptly sold it four days later

for £8,000 to be demolished
and broken up for parts.

You had discovered that
tragedy for the many

is opportunity for the few.

500 jobs lost and a profit of £7,200

in just four days,
for doing precisely...

nothing.

You and Marley would become celebrated

for deals like the splendid
bit of opportunism

you just witnessed.

It was business.

I cannot be blamed for doing business.

You cannot be blamed for building

your beautiful temple to profit

because profit means more and
more and wonderful more.

And you were very considerate.
You didn't tell the workers

they had all lost their
jobs until Boxing Day.

Why do you mock me with
false glory in your voice?

I am a spirit. I am what you make me,

and your glory was real.

Real cash, hard currency.

Was it so wrong to make a profit?

To use that profit to make more profit?

No, nothing wrong at all.

And every penny you made is
still there inside your head.

Behold.

Each loom shows another profitable year

for the unstoppable Messrs.
Scrooge and Marley.

That is your fourth year of trading.

What was your net income that year?

Year four? Net income: £665,

seven shillings and sixpence.

This is year eight!

Total expenditure?

Expenditure, year eight:

£4,871 and 19 shillings,

mostly the acquisition of Denmon & Sons

and a wire factory of Birmingham.

This year. Your tenth year.

Ah.

An excellent year.

A move into spice and
indigo in the Moluccas.

Income: £9,970 and sevenpence.

- Expenditure...
- All in your head.

What a mind you have.
You counted yourself

the most hard-done-by boy in the world,

and you counted and counted.

Wherever you looked,

you didn't see people,
you saw pounds and pennies.

The weakness of others spun into wealth.

Your accounts were your new Ali Baba,

profit your new Valentine.

Ah, I forgot. You are mocking me.

I have done no more
and no less in my life

than many an illustrious businessman.

Your life?

Did you say your life?

Come and see your life.

(DRUMROLL PLAYING)

Behold.

(DRUMROLL ENDS WITH FANFARE)

Your life beyond the counting machines.

(DISTANT APPLAUSE, WHISTLING)

SCROOGE: Elizabeth.

The days she waited and waited.

I was kept late at the exchange.

Who are they?

They are the children

you would have had with Elizabeth.

And there you are,

the father you never were,

being a merry-go-round for the children

you never had.

Behold.

A Christmas past that never was

and never will be.

"Humbug.

"How many Merry Christmases are meant

"and how many are lies?

"To pretend on one day each year

"that the human beast

is not a human beast."

Do you see any beasts
up there, Ebenezer?

(CHILDREN CLAMORING IN DISTANCE)

(BELL TINKLES)

I would have called the children...

Jacob.

Lottie.

And neither would have
been sent away to school.

They would have come
home safe every night.

Children who were never born

bring emotion you never had.

Not even for the children

of people you knew intimately.

I told you...

... my business is the
intimate inspection

of your heart and of your soul.

So, come now,

and we will witness how your blindness

finally gave rise to the abominable.

To something you did
seven Christmases ago.

Seven?

Come, Ebenezer,

and look upon the evil that you did.

An evil that was not even for profit.

(SCREAMING)

Dear God. No man should be here.

We are not men, and we are not here.

And yet we witness

- where this awful thing began.
- (SCREAMING, GRUNTING)

WOMAN: Your baby is born!

(PANTING)

Is it a boy or is it a girl?

- Boy.
- MARY: Oh. Does he breathe?

WOMAN: He breathes.

MARY: Is he whole?

- (BABY CRYING)
- Martha.

Martha, is he whole?

Martha, is he whole?!

And in this,

this moment, do you
remember what you did?

No.

SPIRIT: You looked upon the suffering,

not of faceless strangers,

but of people you've known for years.

And in their anguish,

you would see only one thing:

opportunity.

Come with me to Christmas Eve

seven Christmases ago.

When the clock is striking

- one, two...
- (CLOCK CHIMING)

three...

Four, five, six.

CRIER: 6:00 in the morning,

and all is snowbound and iced.

(KNOCKING)

Cratchit an hour early?

Mrs. Cratchit.

May I come in?

May I speak with you in
confidence, Mr. Scrooge?

Yes, I always have
time for early risers.

Is your husband ill? Are
you here to make excuses?

No. My husband will
be reporting for work

in one hour, as usual.

Though to work on Christmas Eve
is not so usual. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, at Scrooge and Marley, it is usual.

What do you want at this hour?

As I think you know...

two years ago, I gave
birth to a boy, Tim.

And as I also think you know, he was...

... born with imperfections.

Yes.

Perhaps too much rich food
in your diet, Mrs. Cratchit.

This cold and the smoke in this city...

it does not suit a boy so tender.

He has fluid on his lungs.

A surgeon has told us

that he requires an operation,

thoracic draining...

... or he will die.

Now, the-the cost of the operation

i-is far beyond our means.

It's very complex, in three stages.

How much?

T-Ten, ten and ten.

£30.

You can't sell your house?

The house is rented.

You have no rich relative?

Mr. Scrooge, my husband

is too proud to ask you himself.

But I weigh my pride against
my baby's life, and...

... the scales break with the imbalance.

You are a poet.

I am a mother...

... in desperate need.

And I came here

without my husband's
permission or knowledge...

to ask you, Mr. Scrooge, for a loan.

Where does your husband think you are?

What lie did you tell?

Well, uh... I told him that I
would queue for the best goose.

Ah. You can afford a goose,

but you still want a loan.

You could deduct a certain
amount from my husband's wages

each week. I th-I think we could
survive on two shillings less.

- And over...
- Shh. Let me see...

two shillings per week.

Two by 52, that's 104
shillings per year.

That is five pounds, four shillings.

Five pounds, four shillings
per year times six

is £31, four shillings.

So, if your husband were
to continue to work for me,

he would pay his debt in six years

and provide an interest dividend

of one pound, four shillings.

- Mr. Scrooge...
- That's an interest rate of four percent.

Which, on a six-year
investment, is uncompetitive.

Especially since it depends

on a guarantee of six years of service

when, as we know, life is filled with...

uh, misfortune and unexpected hazards

which may render him unable
to fulfill his obligation.

Mr. Scrooge, I th-I think
we might be able to survive

on less per week.

If you were to sacrifice absurd things

like goose at Christmas, yes, perhaps.

Mr. Scrooge...

... there is no one else.

Mrs. Cratchit, in my safe, at present,

I have £537 and 15 shillings.

Pure profit. Pure.

Just behind that iron door.

- (DRAWER CLOSES)
- Which opens

with the turn of this key.

And the words "open sesame."

What would you do, Mrs. Cratchit,

to have me open that door

and hand you £30?

Not as a loan, but as a gift.

I know, Mrs. Cratchit,

you are a faithful,
virtuous and honest woman.

But I am curious as
to the extent of that

honesty and faithfulness.

(EXHALES)

The price of it, I mean.

(SAFE DOOR CLOSES)

I do not understand what
you mean, Mr. Scrooge.

Ten, ten and ten.

I am a man of reason.

A scientist. I... I like
to conduct experiments

regarding the human condition.

Regarding virtue and vice.

Experiments to determine if every aspect

of the human soul can be
converted into currency,

and if so, what is the exchange rate.

For love, for example, or compassion.

Mrs. Cratchit, please,

take ten now,

then think up another lie
to tell your husband,

and come to my apartment on
Christmas Day at 4:00 p.m.

When you are at my apartment,

if you do exactly what
I tell you to do...

everything I tell you to do...
I'll give you the rest.

As a gift.

Christmas... Christmas Day
itself would be difficult.

Christmas Day is a day like any other.

Meet me at my apartment at
4:00 p.m. Do we have a deal?

Yes.

(SNIFFLES)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

SPIRIT: This is not a game,

Ebenezer Scrooge.

_

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PEOPLE LAUGHING, SINGING)

Spare a penny for the poor, madam,

on this fine Christmas Day.

And so it came to pass

that on this Christmas Day

seven years ago...

Why do I feel the cold?

Why do I feel the cold
if I am only here in spirit

and not here in body?

The cold that you are
feeling comes from within,

from inside your soul.

Before this moment,

you couldn't feel it, but now you can.

Then if I am to become a
compassionate and tender person,

I will need thicker socks.

When real feeling returns,

pins and needles will begin.
Needles in your heart.

Pins to hold up pictures from your past.

Come. Follow poor Mary to her destiny

and witness what you did.

And remember,

this is not about you, Ebenezer Scrooge,

it is about her.

WOMAN: Merry Christmas to you, madam.

(CLOCK TICKING)

♪ ♪

Dear God, forgive me.

Dear, dear Bob, forgive me.

Children, forgive me.

Jesus, turn your head.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Come in.

I do not need to witness this.

I do not need to be here.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Drink?
- No. Please...

... let's get this thing done.

I said I'd be back for...

For what?

For the pouring of the
brandy on the pudding.

Ah. A perfect Christmas tradition.

Pour perfectly good brandy
onto an already-cooked

pudding and set fire to it.

Thus burning the pudding
and wasting the brandy.

To the moment.

And what is the moment?
I need to be clear.

Our arrangement.

I need to be clear.

You will...

give me money if...

I allow you to do what you want.

And what do I want?

I need to be clear.

I have to say it out loud?

Yes.

I imagine...

intercourse.

To be clear...

you are willing to have
intercourse with me

in return for the £20 cash
I have put on the fireplace,

along with the ten I put down

as a deposit on your virtue.

In the name of God.

You would do it in the name of God?

For my son.

- As you know...
- Yes.

Yes, I know.

Please.

My family are all waiting.

(MARY SNIFFLES)

I do this only for the life of my child.

(SNIFFLES)

In truth, your reason for needing

the money is not part of my experiment,

and therefore not of interest to me.

Everyone has their own reasons

for wanting and needing money.

That is not the issue.

My experiment is about currency.

It is about finding out the extent

of the things a good person
will do in return for money

and how much each bad thing would cost.

Thereby establishing a...

kind of exchange rate,
a human exchange rate.

Similar to the exchange rate
on the commodity market.

Except now...

it is your virtue.

(SNIFFLES)

Your virtue up for auction.

And with it, any doubt in my mind

about human nature.

Going...

... going...

(SNIFFLES)

... gone.

(CRYING SOFTLY)

(SNIFFLES)

I have no interest in
you, Mary Cratchit.

Nor in anyone in this way anymore.

The intercourse I sought

was purely of the intellectual kind.

You are a devoted wife,

a loving mother,

and yet, on Christmas Day,

you are prepared to run across town

in the snow

and break every solemn vow

and commandment

in return for money.

(SNIFFLES)

Take it.

You've already given me what I want.

Proof.

Merry Christmas.

Never speak of this.

I will never tell your husband.

But if he should ever tell you

he is thinking of leaving my employment,

the truth might slip.

So I will count on you
to urge caution to him

as he considers his future career.

I value your husband very highly.

Now go and burn your figgy pudding.

I will.

And I will say a prayer.

That someday...

some power of justice

will grab you by the throat

and drag you to a true, bright mirror

that you might see the truth

in your reflection.

And that the truth

will be known to the world.

I am a woman,

and I have the power to
summon such spirits.

And I fucking will.

♪ ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

Humbug.

Is it true?

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Was it Mary Cratchit who summoned you

- to take me by the throat?
- (CHUCKLES)

Behold.

Even yet.

No pins, mm?

No needles.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, fuck.

What care I about another?

Just-just remember,

the-the money I gave to Mary Cratchit

was used to save her son's life,

and-and Tim lives still,
so if you view virtue

purely through the consequence of action

rather than the motivation
for the said action,

we have just witnessed my
former self doing a good thing.

Bravo.

You are a rock.

A pile of rubble.

A heart lost,

never to be found.

The sun measures my allocation.

My time with you is done.

- So-so I am forgiven?
- How many times must you be told?!

It's not about your forgiveness!

Well, what is it, then?

How am I supposed to find
what I'm meant to find,

or feel what you want me to feel
if-if I don't know what it is?

It is now midday.

The second spirit will come

when the clock strikes midnight.

The second spirit will search
the blizzard for your heart.

And if it only finds rocks and ice,

- Ebenezer Scrooge be damned!
- Wait. Wait.

Wait, tell me what to expect.

(ECHOING): No, tell me
what is expected of me.

My-my thoughts are my own,

but my soul is beyond my control.

Spirit, tell me how to change it!

Spirit.

Is there hope?

Has he changed?

Spirit, speak.

Oh, please tell me the work you've done

has managed to change him.

I can't stay here for eternity.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERS ECHOING)

They're sending you.

SCROOGE: Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, one and all.

Many benefits.

Prosper.

I mean you prosper, not me.

Seasons tidings, et cetera, et cet...

(SIGHS)

Merry Christmas, one and all.

And on and on it goes.

Empty, false and forced.

Year upon year, endlessly.

- WOMAN: Ebby.
- (GASPS)

Spirit?

Spirit?

WOMAN: Ebby, go wait outside.

Our father has left us.

At last.

Lottie.

You paid for my funeral, yet here I am.

The Ghost of Christmas Present.

A present unknown to you.

Unknown to almost everyone
till they're made to look.

Come.

Come on.

Lottie, i-if I'd known
what you did for me

all those years ago, I would've
shown more understanding.

I will show and you will learn.

And hopefully...

you will soon begin to feel.

So you need to wrap up.

You may recall that when I was alive,

I was quite the scientist.

Well, I still am.

What I will show you is
in the name of science.

You like experiments, don't you?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER,
LAUGHING IN DISTANCE)

Any scientific study of human
society will illustrate

the success of that
society is dependent upon

the function of the collective.

And the function of the
collective is dependent on

various discrete factors.

You know, Lottie, I once remarked

that you were the
brightest person I knew.

Hmm.

Later, I remarked that you were also

a bit of a show-off about it.

LOTTIE: Now just pay attention.

Our first case study.

It is Christmas morning.

Not past, not future,

but here and now.

Not an easy time for Bob and Mary.

Not much surplus for
gifts for the children.

Bob has taken Belinda's old ice skates

and he's mending them so that
she can skate on the pond

on Christmas Day, as she loves to do.

Mary's writing out a story
that she was told as a child.

- From memory.
- (SOFT CLATTERING)

She has an excellent memory.

The story of Icarus.

She's illustrating it for Tim

so that she can give it to him.

And they have no money for books.

- Almost time.
- LOTTIE: Tim will value this book

- more than any bought in a shop.
- Almost done.

And if you're worried about the ink,

Bob offered to steal her
some from your supply...

but she refused.

She didn't want anything in the house

that had even been touched
by Ebenezer Scrooge.

- TIM: It's Christmas!
- (MARY GASPS)

BOB: Ho-ho, Merry Christmas.

- MARY: Merry Christmas.
- TIM: Merry Christmas.

- Hey, mister. You sleep all right?
- MARY: Oh...

- Merry Christmas.
- MARY: Happy Christmas.

Is this an experiment to see if you can

- wring blood from my heart?
- MARY: Presents.

No. No, I show you this
scene to comfort you.

- MARY: Did you sleep?
- TIM: Yeah.

MARY: Did you? No?

They have no money. But listen.

- That's for you, Belinda.
- Thank you.

This is for you.

Yeah, oh, that one's for you too, Tim.

What they lack in money
they make up for with love.

Fruit and nuts. Yes!

To share, Belinda.

Don't you see the science of it?

TIM: Biscuits. Thank you.

Love makes them mend and draw

and write, make do.

- My ice skates. Good as new.
- LOTTIE: Without love,

they would demand more money
for new skates and real books.

Every Bob Cratchit in England

survives half on money...

- ... and half on love.
- MARY: You gonna go out on them today?

- BELINDA: Yes.
- MARY: Yes?

This book is beautiful.

Be careful... it might
still be a bit wet.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- BELINDA: Thank you so much for these.
- BOB: You are welcome.

ALI BABA (ECHOING): Ebenezer.

It is I.

MARY: Your dad was up all night.

(CHUCKLES)

LOTTIE: So it is love.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Love that saves the system

from revolution.

(BOB AND MARY LAUGHING)

A scientific and economic reason

for you to embrace it, Ebenezer.

See the value of it.

- You're mocking me.
- You mock yourself,

putting a value to things
that have no price.

How many candles are
there under the tree?

And bells. How many bells?

And presents for the children...
how many were there?

- You didn't count.
- CAROLERS: ♪ O, come all ye faithful ♪

- ♪ Joyful ♪
- You stared for a long time,

- but you didn't count.
- ♪ And triumphant ♪

- Before, you always counted everything.
- ♪ O, come ye ♪

- This time, you looked.
- ♪ Oh, come ye to Bethlehem ♪

(CHURCH BELLS RINGING)

- Is that a good thing?
- ♪ Come and ♪

- Is that... progress?
- ♪ Behold Him ♪

- You tell me.
- ♪ Born the King of Angels ♪

SCROOGE: I thought you were supposed

- to know it all.
- ♪ Oh, come, let us ♪

- LOTTIE: Oh, do you smell that, Ebby?
- ♪ Adore Him... ♪

- (LAUGHING)
- The day passes quickly.

Already it's dinnertime.

MARY: It's a pleasure to have you here.

LOTTIE: Mm, and there's goose.

Mary. As a lonely widow,

I had a dozen invitations to dinner,

and I'm mightily glad that
I chose to accept yours.

- Never a finer goose was seen.
- (SONG ENDS, CAROLERS CHEERING)

TIM: And so cheap.

It had a broken leg or a
leg shorter than the other

- or something.
- BOB (LAUGHING): Tim...

- (LAUGHTER)
- MARY: Bob, you carve.

After dinner, I'm going skating.

I want to come.

You can't hardly walk.
How will you skate?

- Belinda, please.
- TIM: I will skate someday.

MARY: You will. But if you read my book,

you will learn how to fly.

(MARTHA LAUGHS)

BELINDA: Will we have
figgy pudding this year?

Eat your dinner first, Belinda.

MARY: Of course we'll
have figgy pudding.

It's already in the copper.

And will we pour brandy
on it and set light to it?

Yes, but you'll have the
bit without the brandy.

BELINDA: Wasn't there
a year where Mum had

to go out and missed the
brandy being poured?

When was that?

MARTHA: Really? That's a shame.

BELINDA: Come on, Dad, I'm starving.

TIM: Yeah, me, too.

- MARY: Tim.
- Thank you.

MARTHA: Mm, would you look at that.

- Did you help Belinda, Tim?
- BELINDA: I plucked the goose.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

The absence of money
a family can survive.

The absence of truthfulness they cannot.

- BOB: Mary.
- I'm fine. Please go and carve.

We said we'd discuss the source

- of the money after...
- How? How?

It's as though the whole issue

is somehow with us in this house.

I need to tell you, Bob.

- I want to tell you the truth.
- Please, not now...

- No, I can't stand...
- BELINDA: Mum,

Martha's trying to carve
and she's making...

Go, Belinda.

BELINDA: Hurry up.

TIM: Come on, Dad. Come on, Mom.

I want to tell you...

where I got the money
for Tim's operation.

SCROOGE: It's as if she can see me.

Sometimes, in high emotions,
they can see spirits.

Mary, if you want to tell
me the truth here and now,

please, go ahead and do it.

And before the goose goes cold.

The truth is...

... there is no rich cousin in America.

I made him up.

That Christmas Day, I...

I...

I went...

to Margaret Henderson.

Lady Henderson.

You remember her.

The one who lost her mind.

I remembered when I worked for her,

she had so many diamonds
that she never wore.

I asked if I could have
a pair of her earrings.

- Why is she lying?
- To spare the day.

- What?
- To spare her loving husband.

MARY: She was old and
she was confused, and...

for all she knew,
I might as well have been

asking for a ginger biscuit.

She said, "Yes, take them."

I took the diamonds from her jewelry box

and I sold them.

So, there.

Here I stand before you,

your wife the jewelry thief.

That is how I got the money.

(SNIFFLES)

Sweetheart, this moment of truth

is the best Christmas
present I've ever had.

- I have something to tell you.
- (SNIFFLES)

All of you.

Come.

Everyone, I have some news.

Uh...

Cratchit tribe, one and all,

your father has something to tell you.

MARY: Bob, let's eat first.

No, this news will help
with our digestions.

- What news?
- BELINDA: Can we eat while we listen?

MARTHA: Hush, Belinda.

I, uh...

I wish to announce I've made a decision.

About my career.

I've decided that, uh,

Monday morning,

December 26... that's tomorrow...

I'm gonna go into the
office, I'm gonna hand in

my resignation notice to that
old skinflint Ebenezer Scrooge.

- (TIM LAUGHS)
- BELINDA: Yes!

Mary, don't be alarmed.

I've received an alternative
offer, you see,

by Mr. Thwaites,
of Thwaites and Langley.

He was quite disgusted
by some of the things

Scrooge said to him on the street.

He sent me an offer.

And, uh, the best part is, uh,

my, uh, my Christmas gift
to the whole family.

In my new position, I will be receiving

two extra shillings every week.

- Two shillings?
- So, next year there will be

brand-new ice skates for you, Belinda,

and there will be real
wings for you, Tim.

- (LAUGHS)
- BELINDA: Dad, thank you!

- TIM: Thank you, Dad.
- BOB: You're welcome.

Bob, congratulations. Well done.

- Thank you. Thank you. All right.
- TIM: Well done.

(KIDS AND MARTHA LAUGH)

BOB: Mary.

You of all people hate Scrooge.

And when I leave we'll be free of him.

We will never be free of him.

- What do you mean?
- MARY: Enough.

We will get Christmas done, Bob.

- Then we must speak again.
- Mary...

- (POUNDS TABLE)
- MARY: We will get Christmas

done!

(SIGHS) There.

A happy family

silenced by your experiment.

I want her to know that
if Bob Cratchit resigns,

I will say nothing about what happened.

I-I want to tell her that right now.

LOTTIE: No. She already
feels your presence.

We need to leave.

MARY: Get out of my house.

Get out of my house.

Get out of my house!

LOTTIE: And behold, Ebenezer,

the bruised and broken
body of Christmas Day.

- Seen with your own eyes.
- (CHOIR SINGING IN DISTANCE)

Now listen.

This very Christmas morning...

... in a valley far away...

... they are singing.

Where are we?

A Christmas Day memorial service

for those who lost their lives

in your great Trechloddfa pit disaster.

What do you see?

What am I meant to see?

No tears. Nor self-pity.

You see men and women
and children united.

♪ ♪

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

- ♪
♪
- (DISTANT SCREAMING, SHOUTING)

(BOY SINGING A SOLO)

- (DISTORTED SHOUTING)
- (HORSE NEIGHING)

They harbor no hatred?

LOTTIE: There's some hatred.

That boy.

He takes a train to London
every Christmas Eve

to pay his respects at
Jacob Marley's grave.

He lost his father and two
brothers to your economies.

My goodness.

The feelings you instill
are terribly strong.

Given my time again,

I would not reduce
expenditure on timber.

Given the time again,

I would not be myself.

There.

The first pin.

The first needle.

"Erected in memory of
the 17 brave ponies

"who perished in the earth

one Christmas Day in the morning."

Do you remember Flash?

The black horse I rode to
school before I was sent away.

Yes.

And then when I went
away, Father sold him.

Just as when I was a boy...

... he sold me.

Ebenezer,

my time with you is almost done.

Please speak of it.

I just...

I am feeling regret.

It comes to me like a...

like a...

like a lump in my throat.

A lump of rock in my throat.

Regret.

That is a start, isn't it?

I should have thanked you...

... for taking me out of that school,

where I now know I was part of a bargain

done between a schoolmaster

and our father.

My father.

My own father.

(STAMMERS)

There.

Said out loud.

If saying it conquered
it, I would shout it.

It doesn't.

Lottie, I sh...

I should have loved you.

But I want you, in all the world,

to understand...

it was too late.

You came with your carriage and your gun

too late.

That is what I will say as my defense.

LOTTIE: Ebenezer...

... when the next spirit comes...

... please don't offer him excuses.

He is the terrible one.

The unknown one.

And the one who decides.

He has no interest in the past.

- Lottie...
- Only what lies ahead.

Go back inside. He'll be waiting.

Lottie...

Goodbye, dear brother.

I couldn't love you.

♪ ♪

So...

this is the future.

(DEEP, INDISTINCT WHISPER)

Spirit?

(WHISPERING, INDISTINCT VOICES)

♪ ♪

(BELL TOLLING)

When the bell tolls, the spirit comes.

Yes, I understand.

And I am ready.

I understand

you are the Spirit of Christmas Future,

and because we can
never know the future,

you are not allowed to speak.

(HEART BEATING)

Yes. I do have a heart.

I am ready for whatever
you wish to show me.

(HOOFBEATS CLOMPING)

My office.

Goodness, look at all the coal.

I must be out of town.

Still looks... looks the same.

It's not too far in the future.
What year is this?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OUTSIDE)

"Dear Mr. Scrooge,
this letter is to inform you

that I am as of this day
offering my resignation."

S-So he's doing it, he's resigning.

"Before I leave,

"I wanted you to know that
you are the most unpleasant,

- devious, inhuman... "
- (DOOR OPENS)

BELINDA: Dad.

Come. It's Tim.

- There's been an accident.
- BOB: When? How?

BELINDA: He went-he went to the pond.

He borrowed my ice skates,

- but he didn't tell anyone.
- (THUMPING)

Nobody was with him.

BOB: All right, come on.

Come on.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GASPS)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING CONTINUES)

♪ ♪

Wait.

My sister said it is you who decides.

Are you deciding now?

Is it in your power to change things?

Because if it is...

Me?

I can change things? How?

You mean if I had my time again.

We-Well, then, give it to me.

I know I don't deserve a second chance,

but I understand now
what it is I must...

(WHISPERING, INDISTINCT VOICES)

Tim, you'll catch your death.

Or is it death that has caught you?

Is he dead?

Between life and death.

Tim. Tim!

If you can hear me, you must live!

You must stay away,
Tim, for your mother!

We're here, little man. Stay with us.

(GRUNTS)

I don't care about the rules.

We're here, little man.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, don't...
don't leave us, Tim.

- Tim, no... (CRYING)
- (ICE CRACKING)

(GROANS)

(SQUEAKING)

♪ ♪

My... self.

What year is this? What year do I die?

(CLOCK TICKING)

(CAROLERS SINGING OUTSIDE)

But it is Christmas.

No mourners, just worldly goods.

Well, actually, Spirit, I don't care.

I don't care what will become of me.

I only care about one thing.

(SPLASHING)

Bravo.

Bravo.

I know my fate.

And you know my question.

What happened to Tim Cratchit?

(FOOTSTEPS IN DISTANCE)

(SHORT EXHALE)

(STOOL SQUEAKS)

No matter what, nothing sinks them.

Not even death.

Nothing makes them question
because they have...

Spirit, I need to know why.

What was the reason for all of this?

Why did you spirits come to me?

Why did you show me all of this?

What purpose?

(CHAINS CLINK)

I'm not sure what the
reason is, Ebenezer,

but I know the purpose.

It's all to do with redemption

and our joint liability.

All three spirits have done their work.

I asked them to let me have a final try.

We were so, so wrong.

Admit that,

at least.

No.

No, I refuse.

I refuse to change.

All their efforts were for nothing,

because I refuse redemption.

What in God's name, Ebenezer, why?

This fate...

this piss-covered, second-class grave...

is exactly what I deserve.

And if redemption

were to result in some
kind of forgiveness,

I do not want it.

Because I would find a way to justify

everything I have done
according to the consequence.

'Cause that's who I am.

The only thing...

The only thing I want the spirits to do,

the only change I want them to make...

... is to spare the life of him.

(WHISPERING, INDISTINCT VOICES)

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GRUNTS)

WOMAN: Oh, you poor man. You all right?

I am more than all right.

I can feel.

And I can feel that I can feel.

- (GRUNTING)
- Feel what?

At the moment, a pain in my ass.

Oh, ouch. Yes.

I was meaning to sprinkle
this on the ice earlier.

What with it being Christmas, I forgot.

Yes. Yes.

Everything in life is a lesson

if you care to learn.

The sprinkling of gravel on ice

is an action taken by a person

for the benefit of others

without expectation of any reward

of any kind.

A whole new philosophy on human nature

encapsulated in a handful of gravel.

Did you hit your head?

Forgive me.

- Merry Christmas, sir.
- It is.

- It is, yes.
- Merry Christmas, sir.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas to you.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

This I will do.

This I will gladly do.

No one will skate here this Christmas!

Mary. As a lonely widow,

I had a dozen invitations to
dinner and I'm mighty glad

that I chose to accept yours.
Never a finer goose was seen.

And so cheap.

It had a broken leg

or a leg shorter than
the other or something.

- BOB (LAUGHING): Tim.
- (LAUGHTER)

Bob, you carve.

BELINDA: I'm going skating.

- TIM: I want to come.
- (SHARPENING KNIFE)

BELINDA: You can't hardly walk.

- How will you skate?
- BOB: Belinda, please.

- TIM: I want to skate someday.
- (BOB STOPS SHARPENING)

- Expecting company, Martha?
- (RESUMES SHARPENING)

I wouldn't presume.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Good God.

Yes, I know, unwanted presumption,

- but on this day...
- What are you doing here?

But this day, this I must do.

- I have three things I need to say.
- Get out of my house.

- One, two, three, and-and then I will go.
- BOB: Leave.

- I said leave.
- Item number one... Item number one

is I know you're planning to hand
in your resignation tomorrow.

Bob, what's he talking about?

SCROOGE: I want you to know
that you leave with my blessing.

Yes, blessing.

How'd you know I'm planning
on handing in my resignation?

(STAMMERS) I-I just know.
And you are retiring

at a very appropriate time
because, tomorrow morning,

I am closing the company down.

- You need to leave my house.
- SCROOGE: Scrooge and Marley

will trade no more in this world,

and as a gesture of good will,

my final item of company
business is to...

You need to leave my house.

... is to draw up a check for £500,

made payable to you,

by way of thanks for your service.

So, new ice skates for you, Belinda,

and-and more books for you, Tim.

BELINDA: Mum, how's he know

- about my ice skates?
- SCROOGE: I know these things

because I've been shown them by spirits.

This is item number two, by the way.

I have been visited by spirits
who were summoned by someone

to grab me by the throat and drag me

to a bright mirror so that
I might see the truth.

Mr. Scrooge, have you been drinking?

Not yet, but later I will.

I-I will drink a toast. Indeed.

To fathers and mothers

and-and children and-and
whoever you are.

At home, together for Christmas.

Item number three, regarding children.

Item three.

Belinda, the pond where
you love to go skating

is no longer in use.

It has been rendered unusable.

Tim, you will not go skating.

You will stay at home,

you will read your book,

and you will learn to fly instead.

(CHUCKLES) Is this what happens

when someone drinks laudanum?

(CHUCKLES) No. No, this is what happens

when someone finally understands...

... is made to understand...

... what it is to be human.

That is all.

Thank you.

The-the check will be delivered by hand.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I'll show you out.

- BOB: Mary.
- It's fine.

I do not know what's happened to you,

and I don't care.

Your £500 will be welcome,

but it will not buy forgiveness.

Nor shall forgiveness ever be earned

or expected or wanted.

My business now is the future.

I will just be the best I can be.

For the spirits

and the bright light and the mirror,

I thank you.

Sleep well, Jacob.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: What I don't understand

is why there would be
camels in the snow.

(CHATTER CONTINUING)

- CHILD: Merry Christmas!
- CHILD 2: Merry Christmas!

Teach us to do that.

Spirits.

Past, present and future.

There is still much to do.

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