SD1: Eileen Scrooge and Bob Cratchit sit at computers in a small, dingy office.
SD2: Cratchit is pulling on a second sweater when Fred walks in from outside.
Fred: Aunt Eileen! Bob! I wasn’t sure you’d still be here.
Eileen Scrooge: It’s ridiculous enough that I’m expected to pay my staff for nothing tomorrow. Am I expected to throw money away on the day before Christmas too?
Fred: Right, well, I’m glad I caught you. Did you get my texts about our Christmas party?
Scrooge: Humbug!
Fred: What?
Scrooge: Humbug! It’s the perfect word to describe Christmas. Look it up.
Fred: I see. So is that a no on the party?
Scrooge: Yes. It’s a no.
SD3: Fred turns to leave.
Fred: Well, the offer stands. (to Bob) Merry Christmas, Bob!
Bob Cratchit: Merry Christmas, Fred!
Fred: Oh, and Aunt Eileen, you really should turn up the heat. It’s freezing in here!
Scrooge (muttering): I guess he thinks heat is free.
SD1: As Fred leaves, the Volunteer enters.
Volunteer: Happy holidays! I’m from Hope Space, the soup kitchen over on Pineapple Street.
Scrooge: Do you need legal help?
Volunteer: Are you one of the lawyers listed on the sign outside—either Scrooge or Marley?
Scrooge: Well, I’m not Jacob Marley. He’s dead.
Volunteer: Oh, I am sorry to hear that. So Ms. Scrooge, then? I stopped in to ask if you might consider making a donation.
Scrooge: No. Now get out.
Volunteer: Maybe I could just—
Scrooge: Out!
SD2: The Volunteer quickly leaves. Cratchit clears his throat.
Bob: It’s 6 o’clock. I need to get going.
Scrooge: Very well. I expect to see you at 9 a.m. sharp on the 26th.
Bob: Of course. (pause) Um, merry Christmas.
SD3: Scrooge turns back to her computer without a word.