♪ Wizzard : I wish it could be Christmas everyday
♪ When the snowman brings the snow ♪
♪ Well, he just might like to know ♪
♪ He's put a great, big smile on somebody's face ♪
♪ If you jump into your bed ♪
♪ Quickly cover up your head ♪
♪ Don't you lock the doors ♪
♪ You know that sweet Santa Claus is on the way ♪
♪ Well, I wish it could be Christmas every day… ♪
♪ …When the kids start singing and the band begins to play ♪
♪ Oh, I wish it could be Christmas every day. ♪
I was just getting into that.
What are you doing ?
Roast potatoes.
Were doing Christmas.
Christmas.
Christmas Day, December 25th. You've heard of it ?
No work today, so the bottles on the table.
I know we didn't have decorations last year. But, er
I couldn't find them last year.
They're only supposed to have stored essentials here.
I think it's kind of adorable someone thinks tinsel is essential.
I figured it'd be good for us to have a meal, a drink, talk
Good for you or me ?
Come on. What has it been, five years ?
How many sentences have you said to me ? Three ?
I mean, I'm exaggerating a little.
But, come on, there is a little bit of
a conversational drought happening here. My ears need water.
I'm not big on conversation.
- Practice makes perfect. - Maybe I'll bore you.
Buddy, look, at this point,
being bored by anything other than snow
would be a relief.
So come on.
Chitchat.
Conversate
Something.
Come on, for me.
For Christmas.
What do you want to talk about ?
Why are you here ?
No-one ends up here
without things going to total sh*t for them back out there.
It's a job, not a jail.
Often one and the same thing.
So
what went wrong for you out there ?
Nothing.
Bullshit.
It's not an interrogation !
What about you ?
An icebreaker. You're learning.
What went to sh*t for you ?
- Sure you don't want that drink ? - Did you talk your way into trouble ?
In a roundabout way.
I talked to people. Made money from it.
Why ? What were you ?
Some sort of a Los Angeles drive-time DJ ?
I was not a DJ.
More like a guru.
Oh, don't say you were a spiritual guru.
I was decidedly not a spiritual guru.
Hello, Harry. I'm patched through now. How are you doing ?
Sorry, I'm not quite dressed yet.
Don't worry that's why I'm here.
Just show me what you're planning on wearing
and well take things from there.
- How about this ? - Doesn't work.
It's boring blue and you're not boring blue. Not tonight.
Right. Which one of these is good ?
Like I said, white shirt with a black tie
with a slim-cut Grey jacket.
Classic, timeless. Smart.
I don't usually do jackets.
You don't usually do anything.
And sort out that hair, because
ok.
Remember those breathing techniques we talked about, ok ?
You're going to do fine.
It's going to be fine.
She's cute.
Yes.
Not out loud.
Absolutely.
You need to pick your spots when you want to talk out loud. ok ?
Ok. The function room is in the back.
Trust me, if you walk in there like you belong,
no-one's going to say anything.
Ok.
So what were you running, some corporate espionage outfit ?
Romantic services.
Boy meets girl thanks to
"in-the-field assistance".
You coached dorks whilst they cruised singles bars.
Singles bars are depressing. Wed do regular bars and clubs.
But at Christmas time we'd gate-crash office parties.
See, there's this dynamic to Christmas work parties.
All the attractive women have been surrounded by
regulation office ass-clowns for the whole year,
and now they want to let their hair down.
According to the pop psychologist.
So I know how the mind works.
Now, don't stand around like a lamppost.
Walk over to the bar.
Remember. Always move with purpose.
Yeah, who's next ?
Yeah. Can I have a… ?
Three pints, a vodka Diet Coke and a sh*t of tequila.
Yeah. Don't worry about him, all right ?
Just grab one of those empty bottles off the bar
while Captain Douchebag orders his piss-water.
Were just going to need it for a prop anyway.
Have a look around.
See anything you like ?
What ? The blonde ?
The dark-haired girl ?
Interesting choice.
Go straight over, but focus on the blonde.
Now. Come on.
Confidence. You can do this.
Hold on, just finding out who they are.
Ok, bullshit opener.
Try the horse story. At the blonde girl.
Hey, so, did anyone see that guy outside riding the horse ?
- Did you see him ? - What ? A guy on a horse ?
Yeah, like, 20 minutes ago, this guy, shirtless,
- riding a horse down the high street. - Really ?
Yeah, honestly. He, er
The weirdest part was that he had a bow and arrow, right ?
What ? A real bow and arrow ?
I swear to God. He probably did it for a bet
but he looked like something out of Tolkien, you know ?
Sorry, who are you ?
Stall until I until I find something.
I'm pretty sure I'm me.
Just you're not from the office. Who do you know from here ?
Say, "I know you." Friendly.
I know you, for one.
Dawson.
Dawson, isn't it ?
You met at Kath's barbecue.
Yeah. We met at Kath's barbecue back in
- June. - …June or so. Yeah.
He had a pork pie hat.
You had a poor guys hat.
A PORK PIE hat.
A pork pie hat that you wore on your head.
He'll pretend he remembers, even though
he won't actually know if he does.
Right.
Yeah ?
Yeah, sorry.
No. No, no worries. No worries.
Crazy night.
You're doing fine. Don't neglect the blonde.
You, I don't know.
- Amy. - Amy. Hi.
Get her to introduce you to the dark-haired girl.
So, are all of your friends this suspicious ?
Nice.
I don't think so.
This is Jennifer.
- Hi, Jennifer. - Hi.
Now focus on Amy and well do that funny material that we worked on.
Anyway, this guy gets off the horse and he's got a backpack, right ?
The tactic, generally, was to deliberately
freeze out the one you were actually interested in.
For one thing you wouldn't seem needy but
also they would, most times, sort of lean in naturally.
People want to be noticed.
They don't like to be shut out. It makes them feel invisible.
But this girl
This girl seemed content with being ignored.
Maybe she could smell a loser.
No.
No. She was an outsider.
An attractive outsider.
There's nothing more tantalising than that.
Huh. Well, she's off. ok.
Gonna be a challenge. Don't quit.
Lets let our friend Amy here yadder on for a little while and then, uh,
find an excuse to slip away.
They will sit outside on the balcony till, like, four in the morning
Listen, I've just go to the little boys room.
So just keep the party going and I'll, you know
Sure.
Do you actually have to go ?
Yeah, but it's not easy with you watching.
I promise. I won't peek.
So you streamed everything he saw, and he trusted you with that ?
Well… it was only me watching.
Jesus, how much urine ? He's pissing like a harpooned cow.
It's making me want to go.
Well, it is !
Ok, there's our girl. All right, Harry.
Your best bet is to just go over and start talking to her.
You just want to establish a rapport.
Ok. Don't be scared of her.
Ok, guys, any observations so far, helping our man out here ?
Here's what's interesting, she's pretty but no-one's hitting on her.
Probably means they've given up.
She always gives them the brush-off cos
They're regular types, she's an outsider with zero in common.
Good, that's a possible in.
Harry, engage in conversation, but be cynical. Right ? Cutting.
Like Bonnie and Clyde, huh ? You two against the world.
Confidence. Confidence. Just talk to her.
I don't really get parties. You know ?
You just kind of turn up and it's it's enforced fun, all night.
Talk about what TV shows you've fallen behind on.
Pretend to be happy.
Maybe everyone else enjoys it, maybe it's just me ?
It's definitely not just you.
Good start, now do some more outsider small talk.
And keep looking at her. I need to gauge her reactions.
So I noticed you sitting alone on the edge
and I thought, "Hey, kindred spirit."
I really hate when people say "kindred spirit", you know.
And people that do that.
Me too.
Yeah, I guess you don't really like parties either.
The noise wrecks it for me.
All the talking and talking, it never f*cking stops.
Ok, she curses, so should you.
sh*t, f*cking,
I f*cking always totally think that it's f*cking sh*t. You know ?
I can't think through all the babble.
I only got through it last year because I was on dr*gs.
I'm sorry, what's that ? What's that ?
Just, like, pills, but
they must've been pretty strong because I actually enjoyed myself.
That's cool.
Don't say cool.
I wish I had some dr*gs right now.
No, you don't.
I'm just… I'm joking.
I don't take them any more.
Say, "That's good."
Well, that's good, because you don't
You don't need that sh*t in your system, no.
I'd say she's a level four rock chick.
Semi-reformed. Probably respond well to spiritual conversation.
I don't think I can face f*cking weeks of that. I might bail, boys.
Ok, look, it's too public here.
Ask if you can move someplace quieter, where you can really talk.
People just want to be heard.
That's why 90% of seduction is just listening.
Or at least pulling a face like you're listening.
That works, too. The important thing is to make them feel important.
Like they can make you want to extinguish
the rest of the world and focus on them.
Full attention.
Like you're not giving me now. What's wrong ?
- That clock. - What about it ?
I just… I just never noticed it before.
In five years ? Jesus.
Anyway, the point is to stay locked in on them
long enough to build a rapport.
So, well, I would guess that either every guy in there has
already tried to hit on you or maybe they find you too intimidating.
Am I intimidating ?
No, no, no, no, no. I'm just er
No, I just imagine that they all kind of want to get in inside your
Head.
Head.
Some of them have tried.
Not directly. They send messages,
or they make it so you know what they're thinking.
Yeah. That can't be fun.
It's just tiring, you know.
It just doesn't end, ever.
- I wouldn't know, I never hit on anyone. - Really ?
Ok, er
ask her how long she's worked there.
- So, how long you worked for - Magson Frank.
Magson Frank.
Three years.
Oh, wow. So three Christmas parties
This will be my last.
Oh, really ? Are you leaving ?
I've been planning it forever, but you know what it's like.
You know you have to do it, but when it comes right down to it,
it's hard to work up the courage.
You can empathize with that.
Yeah. It's like when you want to jump into a pool,
and you're worried that the waters going to be cold.
But you know moments after you jump in that it'll be fine.
It's the fear of the shock that holds you back.
Ultimately the only thing you're worried about is
the transition from one state to another,
and that can't hurt you because it's it's just a state change.
Great stuff, kid. Almost word-for-word.
That's exactly right, it's just a state change.
Right. And it's frustrating cos you've always got these ten
voices in your head saying,
"Don't do it" and another ten in your head saying, "Do it".
Which one do you listen to ?
The "do it" s.
Really ?
Yeah. If you don't like it, you can just cut and run.
You know, get it over and done with.
You're right. I will.
Well.
To changing states.
To changing states.
Sorry.
She touched his knee.
She touched his f*cking knee !
Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, please.
Harry, you're doing great. Ask her if she would like another drink.
Listen. Let me get you another drink.
Let me think.
I just need the loo a sec.
So thanks to you some gawko finally meets a girl.
It's not much of a Christmas story.
I haven't finished yet.
Maybe he comes down her chimney.
- I just don't feel comfortable doing this. - What ?
I mean she… I like her. She likes you.
It's cheating. I'd never have even had the nerve to talk to her.
Aren't you glad you did ?
Yeah, I… Yes. Yes. But I just
It's just a bit of a nightmare having you, you know,
all of you in my head, watching us
Telling me what to do.
I just want to talk to her myself.
And it's… it's a bit of a head-f*ck.
I kind of want you all to go away
Hey.
- Come back to mine. - Sorry ?
I want you to come back to mine.
I thought about asking you, and a little voice said, "Do it".
So I'm doing it.
Say yes !
I want to do this.
It's my way of saying thanks.
Sorry. No.
On his first run ! His first bloody run !
- Just say yes. - Yes. Yes. Yes.
I don't usually bring people back here.
Well, I'm honoured.
Come in.
Did you watch ?
When they went back to hers and got up to whatever they got up to
did you carry on watching through his eyes ?
What do you think I am ?
Clearly, I don't know.
Maybe if you spoke to me more, you'd know.
No. My job was done.
Of course I didn't watch.
- Here ? - Mm-hm. - Ok.
Nice place. I like the mantelpiece
and that bird.
Kooky decor
Indicating sexual adventurousness.
I'll get the drinks.
- Yeah, ok. I'll just sit - The bedrooms that way.
- Yeah, ok. - I'll meet you in there.
Ok, Harry.
You're going to the moon.
Just sooner than expected.
I can't… I can't do it.
This is first-time nerves.
It's all happening so suddenly. I didn't expect this, this quickly.
You just got to roll with it.
I don't want you all to see, all right ?
- Oh, now he's Mr f*cking Ethics. - Wait. You were happy to take a window seat while others did it.
- That was different ! - I didn't hear any objections when he watched me getting sucked off
by that German girl. That was a first date.
- Refund. - Look, she's too real. - This is too real.
Nothing is too real.
Yeah, but
You're standing.
Yeah, I… I just didn't want to be too presumptuous.
I need you on the bed.
Jesus !
(They can't f*cking wait.)
Is she going to take that top off ?
If there's no tits. I want a discount.
They're going to have sex. You're getting the season finale in episode one.
Yeah, but if I don't see her tits
Will you please be patient ? Jesus… have some respect.
Hey. Are you ok in there ?
Wow. What is that ?
"f*ck them" is what it is. A big glass of "f*ck them".
Fu… f*ck who ?
Always saying what to do, half saying one thing, half saying another.
The talk, the constant talk.
This isn't good. I'm not getting tits, am I ?
I stopped taking the pills they said I should take,
because they dulled the sound.
Always, they've spoken to me, always there, and I've had it.
Oh ok, Harry, I think we should think about wrapping this up.
I was planning on drinking this tonight to make them stop, but I was wavering.
Coward, f*cking coward,
and then I met you,
and it was fate.
You knew what it was like and you said do it.
So now, were saying "f*ck it" together.
- What's in the drink ? - It doesn't matter. Wrap it up.
I know you hear them too. I saw you talking to them.
No. They're real people, these are real people.
There's no such thing as real people.
Harry, get out of there now !
It's like a club, it's a club, where we meet girls
and they talk us through
- No-one understands me, either. - No.
All night, they've been watching us and there's this one guy,
he's the leader. He's the leader.
Were the same.
They are watching us. All night, they've been watching.
They can see you. They can see me.
No-one understands what that's like.
There are a hundred who see through me,
standing at their government depots, shouting what to think.
Not any more.
- You too. - I don't want it.
- It's a state change. - I don't want it.
It's just a transition
and soon, they won't be there and well be free.
Please… Please… I don't want it.
You do.
You do. Sh
You do.
She m*rder*d him ?
A mercy k*lling, shed say.
So, when did you find out about this ?
I mean, when did you know that this had happened ?
I saw it on a newscast, I think.
Wipe and destroy everything. Ok ? Everything.
Now go.
Matthew ?
What's going on ?
What are you doing ?
So Claire… she was my wife.
She's British, you'd like her.
And I'm your wife, in fact.
Claire found out I was involved and took,
what you might call a dim view.
She blocked me.
You ever been blocked ?
I've had enough. Matthew, it's done.
- Stop it. Stop - Not this time.
It drives you crazy.
Once they hit that button, that's it, you're locked out.
End of conversation. You can't hear or speak to them.
They can't hear or speak to you.
Every time you look at them, there's just this… anonymous shape.
It usually only lasts for about, like, an hour.
But when they leave it going… oh, sh*t.
Price of progress, I suppose.
We all got We all got Zed-Eyes put in, right.
Which is all fine and dandy
until something like this happens and then it's bullshit.
You can't even take them out.
Packet gravy.
How British.
Merry Christmas.
Now were festive. Huh ?
To Christmas !
Anyway, she left me, took custody of Mel.
That's our daughter.
Hence stranding me in this lovely place.
I didn't want to be surrounded by reminders.
What ?
Did you hear that ?
Hear what ?
Well, anyway, I'm glad were talking.
Silence can be oppressive.
You think weird sh*t in a vacuum, huh ?
I mean, you feel better, right ? Communicating ?
Talking to me, finally ?
A little bit, maybe. Yeah.
You're a locked box.
I mean, that's a good thing.
Most people are too easy to read, especially if you know minds.
Using party tricks to pick up girls isn't knowing minds.
The picking up girls thing was a hobby.
My job was completely different.
You'll never guess what that was.
Marketing person ?
No.
- Door-to-door salesman ? - Please.
Proctologist ?
You're never going to get it.
I'm not going to try.
All right. Lets make it a game.
I'll describe to you
my day at work, and you stop me when you've guessed it.
The extreme weather has hit sales hard this Christmas.
Five inches of snow
That's going to wreck my portfolio just when I need it.
Don't know what I'm going to do about that.
Oh, God, more messages.
I'll never clear this inbox.
Sorry. Constant bloody admin.
Just time for a little snack.
I can eat before an operation ?
Wonders of modern science.
Oh, thank God. I'm starving.
That toast looks burnt.
Should I say something ?
Yeah, I think I'll say something.
All good ?
To be honest, it's not quite how I like it.
It's a bit overdone.
Sorry.
I'll make some more.
She hates me now.
How long is this going to take ?
Hi, I'm Madge. I'm your anaesthetist today.
Hi.
God, she's young. Hope she's qualified.
Ok, stop thinking about things that could go wrong.
They said it's straightforward and painless. I'm just going to relax.
Ok, just relax. Here we go.
Now, just count backwards from ten.
Ten, nine, eight, seven
six, five
four, three, two, one.
I can't… I can't see.
Where am I ?
What's that noise ?
Why can't I see ?!
Preparing to extract cookie.
What ? No ! Wait ! I'm still awake !
Oh, my God !
Oh, my God ! What's happening ? Excuse me ? Oh, my God !
That's me !
That's me ! Oh, my God ! Where am I ?
I don't know what's happening !
I don't know what's happening to me !
Hello ?
Is… is anyone there ?
Hello ?
Ow !
Sorry.
You're probably pretty weirded out right now, I'm guessing.
It's ok, you can talk. I can hear you through this.
- Hello. - Hi.
I'm Matthew, I'm from Smartelligence.
My job is to explain what's happening to you as best I can.
- Oh, my God ! Am I dead ? - No, no. You're not dead.
No-one's dead here.
How old did you say you were, 30 ?
29.
29, right. So you won't remember Xerox machines ?
- Do you know what a photocopier is ? - What ?
Do you know what a copy is ?
As in a copy of something ? Of course I know what that is.
Well, that's what you are.
A copy of ?
A copy of you.
- But I am me. - Ok.
Try to blow on my face.
You can't, because you don't have a body.
Where are your fingers ?
Your arms, your face ? Nowhere.
Because you're code.
You're a simulated brain full of code,
stored in this little widget we call a cookie.
Why have you done this to me ?
Ah, well Actually you did this to you.
Real you is paying for this.
I don't understand.
You see, what this is, is a service.
We take a blank cookie
and we surgically implant it into a clients brain.
It sits there just under the skin for about a week
shadowing.
Soaking up the way this particular mind works.
That's why you think you're you. You are you.
But also not.
Right. Well, it is a lot to process. Even from inside a processor.
Put me back in my body !
Hm. That's where real you lives.
But
What we will do though is we will give you a simulated body.
We find that sometimes that helps. Are you ready ?
- What ? I don't understand ! - Three, and two, one.
Hey.
Better ?
This is my body.
Lets not get into that again. Look around you.
You've got a control room.
What's this for ?
That console, that's for you to control the house.
I mean, real yous house.
Look. How do you like your toast ?
- What ? - How do you like your toast ?
- Underdone. Slightly underdone. - Ok, perfect.
Think about how you like it,
then just press the button.
Which one ?
It doesn't matter. You already know you're making toast.
The buttons are symbolic mostly anyway.
See, this is your job now.
You're in charge of everything here.
The temperature,
the lighting,
what time the alarm clock goes off in the morning.
If there's no food in the refrigerator.
You You're in charge of ordering it.
- For who ? - For real you. She's paying.
Where is real me ?
Taking a nap. In the bedroom. Top right.
I don't want to be in here.
I don't want to be in here.
I don't want to be in here !
Hey ! Just how you like it.
Ok. Please stop screaming.
Are you going to stop screaming ?
Are you going to stop screaming ? No. ok.
I'm sorry. I had to mute you.
Oh, sorry.
Look. It'll be much easier if you just comply.
I'm not doing this.
I'm not some sort of push-button toaster monkey.
- Would you prefer to do nothing ? - Well, I'm not doing this !
Right. Well, nothing it is then. Let me show you what that is like.
Three weeks sound good ? That should give you a taste.
What do you mean, three weeks ?
If you just wait for a Just
What about now ?
Please.
Don't do that again.
Please. There's nothing to do here. There's nothing. There's just
I mean, there's nothing.
- I did warn you. - I couldn't even sleep.
You don't need sleep.
Ready to go to work ?
Oh, no, no. No, I'm not. Definitely not doing that.
- Ok. Well, have six months. - No. Wait, wait !
See, the trick of it lay in breaking them
without letting them snap completely, if you get me.
Too much time in solitary and they'd just wig out.
No use to anyone, then you'd just sell them cheap
to the games industry, they'd become
cannon fodder for some w*r thing.
How are we feeling now ?
Please.
Give me something to do.
Ready to work ?
Yes, please. I'll do anything. I'll do anything.
Just give me something to do, please.
Ok.
Great toast, by the way.
Hey.
Is it set up ?
You are all set and ready to go.
You know, as I was coming here, I saw this guy with his shirt off,
riding a horse in the middle of the street.
How weird.
I swear to God.
♪ Rossini : The thieving magpie
Good morning, Greta.
Here are today's appointments.
11am - hair with Stelios.
12.30 - Lunch at Barney's Brassiere with Annabel.
3pm - Jackanape Gallery private view, Shoreditch.
6.30 - Christmas drinks with Paolo.
7.30 - The Nutcracker, Royal Opera House.
That's sl*very.
A little melodramatic, isn't it ?
But she thought she was real.
- But she wasn't. - It's barbaric.
It wasn't really real, so it wasn't really barbaric.
Again, you are not who I expected.
Most people would say,
"She's only made of code, she's not real. f*ck her."
But you're empathetic.
- You care about people. - Don't you ?
You're a good man.
Am I ?
Based on how you've reacted to what I've said, yeah.
I can tell you're kind
I'm not a good man.
A good man who's done bad things ?
You can tell me about it.
I've done stuff in my life I'm not proud of.
I can't pretend I haven't.
Was it something to do with your family ?
Wife ?
Girlfriend ?
It's just us here.
Her dad never liked me.
He never liked me.
It's cold, isn't it ? Come on.
- Beth. Bethany. - Dad, what now ?
- It gets dark about six. - We won't be that long !
Hold on. Let me put my glove on.
I think he disapproves.
He's just protective.
He thinks I'm not good enough for you.
Well, I mean, he's got a point.
Let me take a photo of you. Stand there.
I feel so awkward posing.
Come on. Be a supermodel.
- This awkward enough for you ? - It's perfect.
Right. Ready ? That's nice. Hold it there.
You're such a d*ck.
♪ Los Bravos : Black is black
♪ Black is black ♪
♪ I want my baby back ♪
♪ It's Grey, it's Grey ♪
♪ Since you went away Oh, oh… ♪
We were good together, you know. We were really good together.
Whoo !
♪ You can blame me ♪
♪ Try to shame me ♪
♪ And still I'll care for you ♪
♪ You can run around ♪
♪ Even put me down ♪
♪ And still I'll be there for you. ♪
Yeah !
What you doing round there ? Why are you all around there ?
- No. No, were going home. Come on. - Don't manhandle me.
I'm not going to get up if you all touch me.
I'm not going to get up. I'm not going to get up.
It's cool. It's cool.
- Come on, Joe. - Come on.
Cheers, mate.
Things weren't perfection. These things never are, but
we were really happy.
I'll let Gita tell the story.
She loves boring people with our personal details.
I'd been working there for about a fortnight
when Beth introduced the two of us, and ta-da !
So it's all Beth's doing.
She's the puppet-master.
What was her tip for winning me over again ?
Not to let you hear me snore.
We all went on this work trip once, before Gita's time.
I fell asleep on the coach back and snored so loud
they all thought there was something wrong with me.
He snores like a bison.
Wow.
Really, you're telling him that ?
Oh, another one bites the dust.
I think she's more into him than he's into her.
Don't you think ?
- Is that one finished ? - Mmm-hmm. - Yeah ?
You all right ?
- I'm tired. - You've been a bit quiet.
Just wasn't in the mood, you know ?
I see them all the time at work.
I think I'm going to go to bed. Do you mind ?
No, that's fine.
Beth ?
What ?
Is this yours ?
I just found it in the bin. That means pregnant.
Is it yours ?
Yes.
I mean, that
Christ.
That's amazing, I mean It's just
Joe, I can't.
A baby, a pregnancy… not now.
Not right now, I can't.
Of course you can. My God, you'll be an amazing mum.
- No. I'm 27, I'm not ready. - Who's ever ready ?
It s not… it's just too quick, ok ? It's all too quick.
Well manage. I'll surprise you.
You're not listening.
- I can be pretty responsible when pushed. - Joe.
You can put your feet up, I'll do shoulder rubs,
- I'll paint the house - Joe, please.
- Well be like a couple in a DIY ad - Joe.
- Well be like a family. - I don't want it.
- But it's a baby. - Joe.
I mean, it's our baby.
I know, and it's not easy for me.
- Well, lets at least discuss this. - No. I've made up my mind.
Well, I haven't.
God, look at you.
You're pissed.
You drank all night, Beth.
You drank all night.
Jesus Christ, you're pregnant.
Yeah, well, I don't want to be.
And I'm not going to be.
- You're being a bitch. - Stop it.
- You're being a cold bitch who would k*ll a kid. - That's not fair.
Who'd get it torn out because it doesn't suit her plans.
Stop or I'll block you.
Don't you dare.
No. We can talk tomorrow, just please stop.
Don't you f*cking dare.
Beth !
Turn it off.
Turn it off, you
Turn it off, Beth !
Listen to me, Beth.
Turn it off.
You turn it off !
Turn it off.
You turn it off, Beth !
Beth ?
Turn it… off ! Please.
Turn it off.
Beth ?
Wait !
I'm sorry, I was pissed.
Can we just talk about this properly, please ?
I've said some really awful sh*t. Beth, I love you.
Listen, we can work this out.
No, Beth
Beth, please !
Beth !
That day, I didn't go to work. I just stayed at home and
tried to work out how to make amends.
But she just didn't come back.
And thanks to the block, I couldn't
I couldn't message her. I couldn't call her.
After a week, I was pretty desperate.
So I just hung around outside her work, like a stalker.
Tim ! Gita !
Have you seen Beth ?
She left.
Left. What, like… ?
Handed in her notice.
No-one knows where she is.
Joe ?
- Joe ! - No, leave him.
I was still hopeful that she would get in touch,
or at least remove the block so that I could contact her.
But no.
When there's a block, you can't even wallow properly.
You can't switch it off.
You can't take the Zed-Eyes out.
And it doesn't just block them, it blocks every image of them.
So every memory I had of her was vandalised.
And then one day I'm out in town and
it was her.
She was pregnant.
Shed kept it.
Well, I just sort of lost it.
I just ran over and started pleading with her. Just pleading.
Turn it off. Turn it off. Just turn it off.
Turn it off. Beth, turn it off.
Help. Get off me !
Some passer-by called the police. They took me down the station.
And that was that.
So, by now, the blocks got legal backing.
And there's a GPS so that if I go within ten metres of her,
bang - I get arrested.
Harsh.
Yeah, and I've got no idea where she is.
If Whether she's had the baby or not.
Whether it's a boy or a girl.
If it's ok.
I've got absolutely no way of getting in touch with her.
Except I knew where her dad lived.
So I write her a letter, this begging letter.
Laying it all out, you know, and I get no response.
So I write again
and again
and again.
No response.
She cut you out good.
But there was one thing I could do.
I knew she spent every Christmas with him at his place,
so I knew that she would definitely be there.
So, the day before, Christmas Eve, I headed up.
And where her dad lived was this isolated place in the back of beyond.
I'd never been up there without her.
It was weird being on the outside.
I waited there all day. Until
Well, I had to take a closer look.
And there's her dad with our baby,
but I can't even see its face because
Legal blocks cover offspring too.
Been there.
That hurts.
I couldn't even tell if it was a boy or a girl.
I know this sounds stupid
but seeing something
was better than nothing.
So I kept going back.
It became an annual pilgrimage.
Once a year I'd head up there and watch them from a distance.
Watching the kid grow up, you know ?
More than anything I just wanted to make some sort of contact.
Anything.
So, one Christmas, kid must have been about four by now, I headed up there
and I took a little present with me.
Just a small, stupid thing.
For the first time, I could see she was a girl.
I had a daughter.
So, Santa Claus
did you try it again next year ?
Something happened before then.
It had been a few months since I'd been up there to
look at my daughter.
I was just sat at home watching TV, flipping through the channels.
…which claimed the lives of 26 people on a quiet Wednesday morning.
Passengers like Palab Ghatak,
just 18, on his way to his first job interview,
and Bethany Grey, a young mother who'd only recently started…
It had been so long since I'd seen her, it was hard to imagine
anything but that shadow in her place.
But now that the block had d*ed with her
there she was.
She was gone.
Sorry.
But there was one silver lining
With the block gone.
You'd get to see your daughter.
It was almost Christmas, so I bought her this snow globe -
Just a present to give her.
And I headed up to Beth's dads.
And there she was.
Not a silhouette.
Real.
Hello, darling.
♪ The world ♪
♪ May think I'm foolish ♪
♪ They can't see you ♪
♪ Like I can ♪
♪ Oh, but anyone ♪
♪ Who knows what love is ♪
♪ Will understand. ♪
What is it, May ? Would you like a drink ?
What are you doing here ?
Beth's dead.
Do you understand ?
She's dead.
There's nothing for you here.
Where's my daughter ?
What daughter ?
This is Beth's daughter.
I want to see my daughter.
May, go upstairs.
If this is about those letters
I threw them out before she saw them.
She was a mess,
shed had to leave everything behind.
I want to see my daughter.
I think you should go.
Get out of this house.
I want to see my daughter.
You have no daughter here !
♪ … A great big smile on somebody's face ♪
♪ If you jump into your bed ♪
♪ Quickly cover up your head ♪
♪ Don't you lock the doors ♪
♪ You know that sweet Santa Claus is on the way ♪
♪ Well, I wish it could be Christmas every day… ♪
It was that clock.
It was that clock.
Then what happened ?
Tell me.
I just left.
♪ When you're skating in the park ♪
♪ If the snow cloud makes it dark ♪
♪ Then your rosy cheeks are gonna light my merry way ♪
♪ Now the frosty paws appear… ♪
I got in the car and I just drove.
Anywhere. I don't know where.
I walked into the nearest town and I
I slept on the street and I drank.
And then after a while, I don't know how long, a couple of months, they picked me up.
They wanted me to talk but I couldn't talk
because if I said it, it would be real.
So I didn't say anything, I didn't tell them.
And what about the girl ?
What happened to the girl ?
I only know what they said.
What did they say ?
- What did they say ? - What is this place ?
- What did they say ? - What do we do here ?
Our job. The job.
Joe, stay with me. What did they say ?
What did they say, Joe ?
That she just she just stayed in the house.
It was, um
It was Christmas Eve, so she just
she just stayed hidden. She didn't move.
Then on Boxing Day she realised that no-one was going to help.
And she gave her grandad a present that she'd made.
And she went out to go and get help.
How far did she get ?
Oh, may God forgive me. God forgive me.
So you confess ?
Joe ?
Just say it.
Just let it out.
I confess.
I confess.
Whoo ! I knew I could do it.
Boom ! I told you I'd get it.
All right, I'm coming out.
Sorry, Joe.
Well ? That had to be enough
Full confession. Clear conviction.
Well done.
Two days we pressed him and he said piss all,
this bastard cracks him in 70 minutes.
He knows he's guilty, he needed to unload.
It wasn't really 70 minutes, not to him.
When he was first ingested, I tweaked the time preferences,
made it seam like five years from his perspective.
Some might say that five years with me is punishment enough.
Wait here.
Mr Potter.
Congratulations on your confession.
That cookie we took out of your head just gave us the full story.
So you can keep the silent act up as long as you want.
Makes no difference - you've already talked.
Also, Merry Christmas.
So
The deal ?
Break a confession from him and I go free, right ?
I'm the expert, you needed me
That's one for the Home Office.
Well make good on the offer. You're free to go, Mr Trent.
With some caveats.
- Caveats ? - You'll be on the register.
What register ?
The one for Peeping Tom pervs.
All I did was help some lonely guys by providing a service.
An illegal service.
You also failed to report a m*rder -
fatal poisoning, in case you've forgotten.
Kept that information from your Cookie Monster mate, didn't you ?
What does it mean, this register ?
- It means you're blocked. - By who ?
By everyone.
Hot chestnuts !
♪ Wizzard : I wish it could be Christmas everyday
♪ Are you ready, children ?
♪ When the… ♪
Hey, come on.
Just changing the time settings.
Cranked him up to 1,000 years a minute.
There's a proper sentence.
Or do you want me to switch him off ?
No. Leave him on for Christmas.
♪ Oh, I wish it could be Christmas every day ♪
♪ Let the bells ring out ♪
♪ For Christmas… ♪
♪ When the snowman brings the snow When the snowman brings the snow ♪
♪ Well, he just might like to know He just might like to know ♪
♪ He's put a great big smile… ♪
Aaaarrrgh !
♪ So if Santa brings that sleigh… ♪
Argh ! Aaaargh !
♪ Along the milky way Along the milky way ♪
♪ I'll sign my name on the rooftop in the snow ♪
♪ Then he may decide to stay ♪
♪ Well, I wish it could be Christmas every day ♪
♪ When the kids start singing and the band begins to play ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh, I wish it could be Christmas every day ♪
♪ So let the bells ring out for Christmas. ♪
Ok, you lot, take it !
♪ Oh, I wish it could be Christmas every day ♪
♪ Christmas bells ♪
♪ When the kids start singing and the band begins to play ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ I wish it could be Christmas every day ♪
♪ Let the bells ring out for Christmas ♪
♪ Why don't you give your love ♪
♪ For Christmas ? ♪