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No, we're working late.

- My son's seeing the doctor.

You're working late.

- I made the appointment months ago.

I care(. )

If I'm working late,

you've gotta work late.

If you can't work late,

I can't work late.

If I can't work late...

I can't work late.

Oh, your brother's waiting inside.

And I didn't tell him

about his great Christmas towel.

Francis, a little rough on her

out there, weren't you?

You know what they say about

treating people badly coming up.

Yeah, you can treat 'em badly

going down, too.

It's great,

two chances to rough 'em up.

Why don't the cops do something

about this? Excuse me, please.

D'you learn that song yesterday?

Sweet.

Frank, you don't like Christmas, do you?

I love it. It's cold

and people stay home and watch TV.

These idiots are gonna be at home

watching TV for me tonight.

I'm a big fan of Christmas.

So any chance of you

making Christmas dinner...?

None.

- Come on...

Don't start.

- The family'll be there.

It'll be fun.

You have your wonderful dinner

with your cool friends,

and the popcorn and tree and cranberries,

and send Christmas cards

on recycled paper.

It's a crock, James. It's for kids.

You know, I like seeing you.

I like being with you...

Have a happy New Year.

Merry Christmas.

Taxi.

Excuse me, ma'am, I think

you dropped something there.

That's my cab. Oh, sir, please, l...

You sonofabitch,

you can burn in hell.

Bye bye, Grandma. Bye bye.

I got into broadcasting

because I like to give.

Sometimes I found myself hurting

from giving too much,

and I'd say 'Stop it'.

I'm always gonna cherish this.

And all of you.

I should've went in there.

I should've said 'Frank Cross...'

You stinking guy. You big dog, you.

4.85.

Here's five.

Mr Cross.

Wasn't he a medical genius?

Calvin, I think doctor

is a Latin word for thief.

200 I don't have to tell me you don't speak.

I'm your mother,

I know you don't speak. Yet.

We'll show 'em, honey. You gonna

surprise a lot of people.

Yes, you are.

You start talking, then go to

law school and sue his butt off.

Come.

Who's there?

This office is closed.

This whole wing is closed.

Grace.

Grace.

That was a good one.

How are you, kid? You...Ah...

Will you excuse me?

I'll make myself a little drink.

I don't mind you hitting me,

Frank, but mind the Bacardi.

To old times, my friend.

Oh, my God, it's...

Lew Hayward, your old boss.

Your best friend.

But you're...

...dead.

- Seven years.

Has it been that long?

To look at you I wouldn't have

guessed more than three, tops.

Oh, Frank. Frank, you are in trouble.

Big trouble.

All right, let's say for argument's

sake that that I am in big trouble.

What would that mean?

- Look at me.

Now, if you don't change your ways

you'll wind up doomed, just as I am.

One minute, I'm on the 14h hole

at Wingfoot, lining up a putt.

A heart attack later,

I'm a worm feast.

No, no, no, no, no, no,

you're not a worm feast,

you're an hallucination

brought on by alcohol,

Russian vodka poisoned by Chernobyl.

I've been under a lot of pressure lately...

SlLENCE.

- Ouch.

I had it all.

I was a captain of industry.

Feared by men. Adored by women.

Adored?.

Let's be honest, Lew.

You paid for the women.

Don't waste your life as I did.

- Waste?.

You're a legend in this business -

you invented the mini-series.

Mankind should have been my business.

Charity, mercy, kindness -

that should've been my business.

Don't wait. Get yourself involved.

It's too late for me,

but not for you.

You are going to be visited by three ghosts.

THREE ghosts?

- Three ghosts, Frank.

Expect the first one tomorrow at noon.

Tomorrow's bad for me, Lew, and the

rest of the week's a wash-out. Ouch.

Maybe we could have drinks,

say Thursday?

This is no joke, Frank.

This is your last chance.

- All right, we'll do breakfast.

Oh, no, please.

They'll think I'm a suicide.

Whoa. Oh, come on.

Gimme a break. Aagh.

You can be saved.

- Don't let go. God bless you.

NO. NO, please.

Merry Christmas.

Hi, this is Claire Phillips.

I'm not here, as usual.

Leave a message and I'll call you

back. Ho-ho-ho. Merry Christmas.

Claire.

This is Frank...

Cross.

I know it's been...

...15 years since we talked,

but...but I really need

to talk to you right now.

Something terrible's happened.

Or maybe not, I don't know. But l...

I have to talk to you. It's urgent.

Call me at any hour.

My number is 674-95-65...674...

Damn.

Well?

- Well, what?

Did you get the bonus?

I'm drying my head with it.

We'll be OK.

What are you doing in there?

Trimming the tree.

We don't have a tree, Mom.

- We do now.

NO.

- Yes.

Don't plug him in.

- Plug him in.

Take it off. Take it off him.

Oh, but Mom, he looks so pretty.

He's so cute.

When are we gonna get a real tree?

- When they're free.

Have you seen the paper, Frank?

- Ooh, she's pretty.

She's dead, Frank.

This 80-year-old grandmother

was watching your 'Scrooge' promo...

...and she keeled over.

It scared her to death.

This is terrific.

I knew that ad worked.

You can't buy publicity like this.

Excuse me.

Mr Cross, you're needed on the set.

Run that promo EVERY half hour.

I want a disclaimer.'Anyone with

a heart condition MUST not watch.'

Where were we?

- I was being haunted.

No, it's got to be REAL gold.

I don't understand why I can't get

anybody to do what I want.

Gimme a break.

I will not allow this costume on the air.

Why not?

- Because you can see her nipples.

I WANT to see her nipples.

This is a Christmas show.

Charles Dickens

would want to see her nipples.

I can't hardly see them nipples.

And these guys are REALLY looking.

You can go shake a tail-feather.

And you, just go.

Watch out.

Thanks, boys. Get the nurse.

Get the nurse.

Make sure her nipples are covered up.

Lumpy.

Lumpy.

Hi.

I'm sorry to just...

I only got your message this morning.

I called, but you weren't in yet.

I called again,

but you were busy. So l...

God, you look different.

- Well, it's been a while.

It's your hair.

It's so short.

You look sort of grown up.

Yo, Frank.

I mean, Mr Cross. Check it out. The

girls are tough. It's on the money.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

Ha.

Can I turn her head?

No.

- OK. That works, see?

H'up and bum.

A little bootie here for ya.

See?

You just had to see it in context.

Will you move her, please? Thanks.

Allez-oop.

Will she be OK?

- Yeah, she's a real pro.

What about you?

You sounded like you'd seen a ghost.

A ghost?

You mean the phone call last night.

I found your number and

I had to call you, immediately.

I know that voice.

That was the frightened Lumpy.

Excuse me, Lumpy.

- Most people call me Mr Cross.

Sorry, I got a problem.

I bet. What?

- This little fella.

I can't get the antlers glued

onto this little guy.

Try staples.

- Staples?.

Don't you dare. If you staple that

mouse, I'll call the Humane Society.

I'd never hurt this little fella.

- Marlin, Perkins. The road.

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