Saving Hope

Forget about the three-peat, Baumann. You are going down.

Count backwards from 100, Alex. You're gonna be a loser by 99.

Come on, kids.

This is supposed to be fun. It's Christmas.

Mm-hmm. What?

No lights?

Okay, grudge match it is.

All right. Listen up, everyone.

The judge has ruled.

In the great Christmas sweater throwdown, we have a winner.

And it is...

Doctor...

Alex Reid.

Yes! Finally!

Ha! I mean, good job. Good job.

- Congratulations. - Thank you. Gimme that.

Thank you!

The fix is in. I'm out of here.

Always knew you were going places, babe.

Meep! Bloop!

- Whoo! - Too bad, uh, there's no celebrating

till after the night shift.

Christmas Eve. Yay!

Yeah, ice storm. Double yay.

Hey, did you buy your Secret Santa gift yet?

Yeah, couple days ago.

You haven't?

I picked a hard one... Dawn.

Oh. Yeah.

She's kinda tough to shop for.

Okay, trauma 15 minutes out. Oh, boy.

- No silent night for us. - Mm-hmm.

You must be eager to see the boys.

Yeah, first Christmas I've had them

- since Ariel and I split up. - Mm.

I really want them to have a good time tonight.

And you're gonna go full superdad to make up for it.

Get this... tonight, "Die Hard." Best Christmas movie ever.

And they haven't seen it.

Aren't they a little young for that?

Then pizza,

hot chocolate, sleeping bags by the fireplace.

And then tomorrow I'll do some presents, some pancakes,

some tobogganing, and then a retro video game showdown.

I've got mad pitfall skills.

You're so excited. It's so cute.

I'm sure Dr. Timmins will be here soon.

But I am happy to cover. Thank you.

But I've got to wait for a supervising E.R. Doctor

to show up, especially in this ice storm.

You want me to try someone else?

It's Christmas Eve. No one's gonna pick up the phone.

It's fine. He's gonna be here any minute.

Okay, well, trauma's gonna be here soon. I have to prep.

But if I don't see you, Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Maggie.

I'm here. I might as well pitch in.

Yippee ki-yay.

"'You were always a good friend to me," said Scrooge.

"'Thank you."

"'You will be haunted," resumed the ghost,

"'by three spirits."

"Scrooge's countenance fell almost as low"

"as at the ghost's had done."

"'Is that the chance and hope you mentioned, Jacob?"

"He demanded, in a faltering voice..."

Hey there.

Hi.

You, uh, you need a hand with anything?

No, I'm just here to see my mom.

She's coming to meet me. We do it every year.

- Every Christmas? - Five years now.

It's kind of our thing since, you know, I died.

Right.

Um...

Listen, there's someplace I need to be.

Um, do you wanna come with me?

Oh, I'm-I'm-I'm Charlie, by the way.

Uh, I'm Aidan.

Thanks, but I don't... I don't wanna miss my mom.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah. Merry Christmas.

"When it had said these words,"

"the spectre took its wrapper from the table"

and bound it rounds its head, as before..."

Get down! Get down.

It's radiology.

They're handing out parts for "the 12 days of Christmas."

I want nothing to do with maids a-milkin'.

Oh, they're gone.

It's safe here. All the doctors are on shifts.

Yeah.

Come. We'll make this a Christmas-free zone.

Oh, you're so lucky you're muslim.

You can avoid all this madness. Damn it.

Christmas still... overwhelms me.

- Oh, yeah? - You know...

I once did a Nativity play in school.

I wanted to be the angel with fluffy white wings.

Oh, of course you did. What happened?

- Piers Sorra got the part. - Ugh.

- He was blond. So blond. - Hmm.

Mainly it's the Christmas aesthetic that turns me off.

- Mm. - People get so huggy this time of year.

I know, right? I mean, it's just another day.

Exactly. This is peaceful.

Mm.

Hey.

Wanna play a game of chess?

I don't know. That depends.

Do you feel like being humiliated?

- What have we got? - Laverne Davis, 53.

Medics say she was bringing a blanket to a homeless guy

under the expressway, and a car skidded off the road

and ran right into them.

Laverne, can you hear me?

We're gonna take care of you now.

Where's the other victim?

Just arrived. Minor injuries.

We're looking at multiple traumas.

He was revived already once at the scene.

- How's that F.A.S.T.? - On it.

Just having a look to see what's going on

- in your belly, Laverne. - I got multiple fractures here.

I need full imagining, spine, and extremities.

That'll have to wait. There's a lot of blood in here.

Let's get her to the O.R.

Page Lopez to assist and have blood on standby.

Lopez isn't here yet.

- Stuck in the storm like everyone else. - What?

Blood's already on the way.

Uh, Charlie, could you give me a hand?

- Yeah, whatever you need. - All right, let's move.

Hang on a second.

I'm not liking those rhythms.

She's in V-fib.

- Let's get those paddles. - Come on, Laverne.

With this much trauma,

if she gets through the night, it's gonna be a miracle.

Well, it's Christmas. Let's see if we can give her one.

Clear.

Come on, come on, come on.

And we're back in sinus rhythm for now. Let's move. You ready?

Uh, yeah, I got a quick consult. Uh, have her prepped.

- I'll meet you down there in five. - Okay.

That's him over there.

All right.

Um, she's going to be okay, huh?

You're the one who was with her, right?

She was trying to help me.

I remember her reaching out, and then the car...

Okay, my friend Jackson and I are going to help you, okay?

So why don't you grab a seat on the bed?

Come on. Okay.

Let me know how things turn out with her.

And if there's anything I can do... a-anything.

She's in good hands, all right? She's got a great surgeon.

Let's worry about you.

Now let me have a look at that wrist.

Oh, here's a little Christmas present

from me to you.

Check.

Not anymore.

And it's mate in seven if you don't up your game.

Oh, damn it.

How come you're working tonight, anyway?

Wasn't there some junior to take call?

Oh, Richardson asked me to cover the start of her shift.

Must be the storm.

No, more likely she doesn't want to leave her kids

on Christmas Eve.

God, it was always... such a big deal, you know?

You... you make a snack for Santa

and you gotta have a carrot for Rudolph.

And then you tuck 'em in

and you get to fill the little stockings and...

nothing better.

I thought you didn't like Christmas?

No, I-I don't... anymore.

But when Molly was little... Oh.

Now where's Molly tonight?

Oh. She's with her dad, so...

I got a consult.

Well, make your move before you go

so I can study the board.

Okay, what am I gonna do, hmm?

I mean, this is on the highway to the Christmas danger zone.

Did you know the nurses were dancing to Boney M.?

Shahir...

Stay strong.

It's just another day.

Not like I don't appreciate the help,

but I got this, Dr. Miller.

Gotta stay busy, Jackson.

Keep my mind off the fact that I'm already two hours late

- to pick up the boys. - Then let's distract you.

These were for Dr. Timmins, but screw him. He's late.

Christmas bingo.

I'm not gonna be here long enough.

Pudding burn?