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SCENE #1--Female

Scene 15. The Cratchit Home

SCROOGE. Spirit! Why am I brought here again to the house of my clerk?

SCROOGE. I see now it is not the same... Why is it so very quiet here?

MARTHA. Mother... Mother, please .

MRS. CRATCHIT. Oh, my son . My little son. Tiny Tim.. I loved him so.

MARTHA. Oh, Mother dear, you mustn’t. It's almost time for Father to be home. Don t let him see you crying.

MRS. CRATCHIT. Yes . Yes, Martha ,

MARTHA. He's late tonight.

MRS. CRATCHIT. He walks slower than he used to. And yet I've known him to walk very fast indeed with Tiny Tim on his shoulder.

MARTHA. So have I, Mother.

MRS. CRATCHIT. But he was light to carry. And his father loved him so that it was no trouble at all...

(BOB CRATCHIT enters.)

MARTHA. Father!


BOB CRATCHIT. Good evening, my dear. I'm sorry to be late, I

hope you didn't worry.

MRS. CRATCHIT. You're here, Bob . We're fine.

BOB CRATCH IT. I went to the church yard today. I wish you could have gone with me. It would have done your heart good to see how sweet and green a place it is. But you'll see it often, I promised him. Yes, I promised Tiny Tim we'd walk there on a Sunday.

MARTHA. Father, dear.

MRS. CRATCHIT. It's God's will, Bob.

BOB CRATCHIT. I'm trying to understand it, my dear. (To himself:)

My son. My little son, Tiny Tim. And I loved him so...

                                                                                Script #2—Female

Scene 14: Old Joe's Shop

HARRY "JAZZBO"  HAYWOOD.  Sitting  among  his  wares  was the shop's proprietor, a rascal who went by the name of Old Joe . As Scrooge and the Phantom entered the shop, Old Joe was laughing and transacting business with.. .

_A LAUNDRESS. .. .a laundress.. .

A  CHARWOMAN . ... a charwoman

UNDERTAKER'S MAN....and an undertaker's man...

LAUNDRESS. Let the charwoman be the first!

CHARWOMAN. Let the laundress be the second!

UNDERTAKER'S MAN. And let the undertaker's man be the third!

LAUNDRESS.  Look  here, old Joe, here's a chance. If  we  haven't all

three met here without meaning it!

OLD JOE. You couldn't have met in a better place. You were made free of it long ago, you know; and the other two ain't strangers. And I'm sure there's no such old bones here as mine.

CHARWOMAN. Every person has a right to take care of themselves. He always did.

LAUNDRESS. Who's the worse for the loss of a few things like these? Not a dead man, I suppose.


CHARWOMAN. If he wanted to keep them after he was dead, a wicked old screw, why wasn't  he natural  in  his  lifetime?  If he had been, he'd have had somebody to look after him when he was struck with death, instead of  lying there, gasping out his last there, alone by himself.

LAUNDRESS. It's the truest word that ever was spoke. Feast your eyes on my booty, Old Joe..

OLD JOE. Make with it...

OLD JOE. I always give too much to ladies. It's a weakness of mine, and that's the way l ruin myself. I'll give you three crown.

CHARWOMAN. And now undo my bundle, Joe .

OLD JOE. What do you call this? Bed curtains?

CHARWOMAN. (With an odd laugh:) Ah, yes! Bed curtains!

OLD JOE. You don’t mean to say you took them down, rings and all, with him lying there?

CHARWOMAN. Yes I do. Why not?

 OLD JOE. His blankets?

CHARWOMAN. Whose else’s do you think? (With an odd laugh:) He isn't likely to take cold without them, I dare say.

OLD JOE. I hope he didn' t die of anything catching. Eh?

CHARWOMAN. Don't you be afraid of that. And you may look through that shirt till your eyes ache; but you won't find a hole in it. It's the best he had, and a fine one too. They'd have wasted it putting it on him to be buried in, to be sure, if it hadn't been for me. Somebody was tool enough to do it, but I took it off again!

(Gives an odd laugh.)

OLD JOE. Here's your money, the lot of you...

CHARWOMAN. This is the end of it. you see. He frightened everyone away from him when he was alive, to profit us when he was dead.






















Scene #1—Male

Scene 2. Scrooge's Counting-house

(FRED enters.)

FRED. Merry Christmas, Bob!

BOB CRATCHIT. And the same to you, Fred.

FRED. A Merry Christmas, uncle! God save you! SCROOGE. Bah, humbug!

FRED. Christmas a humbug, uncle?! You don't mean that, I am sure.

SCROOGE. I do. "Merry Christmas," indeed! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough.

FRED. Come, then. What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You're rich enough.

SCROOGE. Bah, humbug.

FRED. Don't be cross, uncle!

SCROOGE. What else can I be when I live in such a world of fools as this? What's Christmas time to you but a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer. If I could work my will, every imbecile who goes about with "Merry Christmas" on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through his heart!

FRED. Uncle!

SCROOGE. (Sternly:) Nephew! (Quick beat.) You keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.

FRED. Keep it? But you don't keep it, uncle.

SCROOGE. Let me leave it alone, then. Much good may it do you! Much good it has ever done you

FRED. There are many things from which I have derived good but not profited, Christmas among them. And I have always thought of Christmas as a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time. The only time I know of in the year when men and women open their hearts freely,and think of people below them as fellow passengers to the grave. And though it has never put gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good and I say, God bless it!

BOB CRATCHIT. (Applauding:) God bless it, indeed!

SCROOGE. (To BOB:) Let me hear another sound from you, Bob Cratchit, and you'll keep your Christmas by losing your situation! (To FRED) And as for you, nephew, you're such a powerful speaker I wonder you don't go into Parliament.

FRED. Don't be angry, uncle. Come dine with us tomorrow.


FRED. But why?

SCROOGE. Why did you marry against my wishes?

FRED. Because I fell in love.

SCROOGE. (With a growl) Because you fell in love! (Rolling his eyes, pointing FRED to the door) Good afternoon!

FRED. I want nothing from you; why can’t we be friends?

 SCROOGE. Good afternoon.

FRED. I am sorry with all my heart to find you so stubborn. But I'll keep my Christmas humor to the last. So a Merry Christmas to you, uncle!

SCROOGE Good afternoon!

 FRED. And a Happy New Year! SCROOGE. Good afternoon!

FRED. Merry Christmas to you and your family, Bob.

BOB CRATCHIT. The same to you, Fred.

SCROOGE. There's another fellow, my clerk, with fifteen shillings a week, and a wife and family, ta1king about a merry Christmas. I'll retire to Bedlam.











SCENE #2--Male

Scene 13. The London Stock Exchange


SCROOGE. I know this place, Spirit. This is the Exchange, I do business here. I know these men. Of what do they speak?

FIRST MAN. (Approaching:) No, I don't know much about it, either way. I only know he's dead.

SECOND MAN. When did he die?

 FIRST MAN. Last night, I believe.

SECOND MAN. Why, what was the matter with him? I thought

he'd never die.

FIRST MAN. God knows .

SECOND MAN. What has he done with his money?

FIRST MAN. I haven't heard. Left it to his company perhaps. He hasn't left it to me . That's all I know.

FIRST MAN. It's likely to be a very cheap funeral, for upon my life I don't know of anybody to go to it. Suppose we make up a party and volunteer?

SECOND MAN. I don't mind going if a lunch is provided.  But I must be fed or I stay at home.

FIRST MAN. Well, I am most disinterested. But when I come to think of it, I'm not sure that I wasn't his most particular friend; for we used to stop and speak whenever we met.

SECOND MAN. Well! Old Scratch has got his own at least. (Beat.) Cold, isn' t it?

FIRST MAN. Seasonable for Christmas time. You're not a skater, I suppose?

SECOND MAN. My wife is a skater, but it's not my fancy.

FIRST MAN. You must bring your wife around in the new year.

SECOND MAN. I know she would like that...