Christmas Eve Page #5

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My mind has not authorized it.

My mind has not deemed it so.

Right here.

All at once.

Ha.

Ha.

Take it out!

Take it out!

I can't!

Come here.

Hold still, hold still.

You said you wouldn't feel it.

Yeah.

Karen? Can you hear me?

Try not to move.

Heart rate is climbing.

Probably from

somebody screaming.

Karen, I want you to relax.

Can you hear me?

Where's my husband?

After several days,

officials changed the mission

from one of rescue to recovery.

But friends and

family held out hope,

staging a candlelight vigil

in the building's lobby

mere feet from where the

group were last seen.

And it's a regular sized coin?

Regular sized coin,

regular sized bottle,

regular sized cork.

Not a time travel thing?

So, uh,

what do they mean?

Oh, uh, lots of things.

Uh, this one's for my grandpa.

This one's my mom.

This is my goldfish, Mr. sundae,

he still hasn't figured

out what he wants to say.

Um, what about,

uh, um, this one?

That one?

That one's complicated.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Who's it for?

A friend.

A, uh, a girlfriend?

Not anymore.

Is that water?

You have water?

Yes.

I think we should

give it to Jacob.

I'm all right for now.

I think we should save it.

In case we're

trapped in a smaller,

hotter, elevator some day?

Maybe Jacob's right,

maybe we should save it.

Crimeny!

I'll give you $20 for it.

I'll give you $100 for it.

Since when do

you have 100 bucks?

We'll save it for later.

Yeah.

Christmas Eve, solo performance,

what do you play?

I'll be home for Christmas.

Bing Crosby,

better than Beethoven.

Got similar chord progressions.

Not sure what we could

bring to the lyrics.

Oh yeah.

It's the same delivery

system you're talking about

but we apply it to both sides,

doubling its efficiency.

What about rural areas?

You know, places that

don't draw that much power?

Maybe we could sell the

Midwest back to the French.

Or, we could

offset the difference

with a bigger push

from the primary?

- I don't know.

- - No, no, no.

We're making it too complicated.

The beauty of it was

its simplicity. Right?

How do we turn a rural

area's remoteness,

into a benefit?

Hello? Is anybody there?

I need to reach my son.

I have to tell him that...

I didn't expect

him to understand.

I certainly don't

expect him to forgive me

but he ought to know

that I know that I screwed up.

I've got a lot of stuff.

That's not what we had.

You, your mum, and me

had a one bedroom

flat in north London.

Archway.

You probably don't remember it

but we were rich.

All this other stuff,

it's nothing!

They dress you up,

they tell you you can

buy everything you want,

act like you own the world,

but that isn't it.

We were rich, James, Jimmy.

So sorry.

I blew it.

Do you feel anything, Karen?

No.

I can't feel my chest.

Your sternum is held

together with staples,

so it's important that

you hold very still, okay?

How'd it go?

Tumor did a lot of damage.

Much more than we

could see on the MRI.

It's not good, Karen.

Am I gonna die?

You probably have a few weeks.

Maybe a month.

Do I have to spend

the rest of it in here?

This all seems

very strange, I know,

but, uh, you'll be

out of here soon

and back together

with your husband.

No...

I'm not going to tell him.

Why not?

Well, he already knows

too much about everything.

He doesn't need to know this.

Don't we have to tell him?

Legally, she's the only

one we have to inform.

He'll know soon enough

what's happening to me.

Dr. Roberts?

Yes?

I need something from you.

What's that, Karen?

I need you to pray for me.

- I'll be sure to...

- I want you to pray

for me now.

Karen, I don't think

that a prayer is gonna...

I'm not asking

for a miracle, doc.

Just a prayer.

Dear god, if

- you're there...

- he's there,

doc, he's there.

We have a woman here...

I have a name.

Karen is very sick.

Be honest, doc.

Would you let me do this?

Karen is going to die.

She has a tumor on her heart

and there's nothing

that we can do about it.

So if there's anything

that you can do,

please do it.

She's going to be

in a lot of pain and

her husband is

going to need help.

Her family and friends

and all of us,

we all need to know something.

Not everything, just something.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

You should have prayed for

the elevator too, chief.

Well, dimples,

if they haven't

figure it out by now,

they ain't gonna figure

it out 'til morning.

So, don't let the bed bugs bite.

Got any more candy bars?

I wish.

You know, you changed me.

I what?

Well, you wanted to

prove I was beautiful,

and the first thing

you did was change

my hair and makeup.

Okay, that's called putting

your best foot forward.

I believe the Greeks

invented that.

Well, if you really

thought I was beautiful,

you would've have

just taken my picture.

I'm sorry, uh,

who's photo was it that I

just took about 300 times?

Someone you made

me pretend to be.

No, that was you.

I took those pictures of you.

If waking you up and

welcoming you back

to the rest of us is wrong,

then you can lock me up

and throw away the key.

Because when some east

villager with non-prescriptive

lenses in his glasses

makes concentric circles

of elephant sh*t on a

canvas and calls it art,

I thank Monet.

I thank him for

painting lilypads

instead of the

dead carp floating

on top of the pond,

I lost my metaphor.

But you know where

I'm coming from.

And I think you liked it.

I think I want to

take some more pictures.

You know, I just want to say...

I'm not afraid to eat

you guys if that's

what it comes down to.

Think I figured out why

you're still single, Walt.

There are no

secrets in elevators.

Well, then

I cheated on my music

theory final at Julliard.

I have flowers sent to

me after every concert.

I'm the one who farted.

Ow!

There can be no retribution,

it's a confession.

Depends on what you confess.

Hey, we should

shoot the door open.

And then what? Shoot our

way through the brick wall?

Maybe we'll be near an opening.

- Huh?

- - Okay.

Give me some room.

Wait a minute, what

about a ricochet?

This is a really bad idea.

Don't do it, dawn!

I'll give you my water!

Forget the water,

open the damn door!

Don't give up

your water, Kendra.

Maybe we should

all just have a sip.

What? Are we in Africa? Huh?

It's Kendra's

water, she should do

what she likes with it.

Everyone who thinks the

water should remain a symbol

of hope, raise your hand.

This is

ridiculous, it's her water!

Shoot the damn door!

Shut up!

Or I'll pour it out!

Okay, fine, okay,

I will put the gun away.

But I get to choose

the next song.

I want to hear silent night

and I want Mandy to play it.

About halfway down,

the big black one that looks

like it should be pushed.

Yeah, you push it again to

take a picture.

Right, okay, you ready?

You're so pleased with yourself.

Well, wouldn't you be?

I guess I deserved that.

Yes, okay,

let's see you work it.

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