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Another year.

Another Christmas.

Another tick of God's clock.

On Christmas Eve, I like to look at
God's glories.

The sky tinseled with stars.

The moon, the silver ornament he hung in
space.

The wonders of his creation.

And the wonders man creates.

From the great lights of a city to the
smallest jewels twinkling inside.

A pocket watch.

In a little shop in old New York.

Green cheese, the Frenchman.

The Frenchman.

Pallet fork, I suppose.

Possibly. Possibly.

No, no, Christopher.

Let it be.

It's near day's end.

The clocks have struck five in all.

Yeah? I replace one more hand and then
celebration.

Agnes, five o 'clock.

The hour for a ragtime song.

Oh, Oscar.

Agnes, so demure. In Brazil, we have a
word that perfectly describes Agnes, but

it cannot be translated.

No, it cannot.

Yes, yes.

Finish off one more watch and then
festivities.

Music of the season. More to come with
comestibles.

Well, they're on their way. The pudding,
the musicians, perhaps snow.

Deep and crisp and even.

I'll cover it.

Cover it all up like a blanket for
Christmas.

Now that would be a gift.

It's like a shop from another time. Yes,
isn't it?

Piltdown and Clowns has been here since
my friend Millard Fillmore bought a

watch in here.

At Christmastime, there's nothing like
the old things, the old friends.

The world changes so quickly.

It's nice when something doesn't.

Yes, the world does change quickly,
especially in this neighborhood.

But Mr. Piltdown, he looks up and he
sees what used to be here.

The Piltdown and Sons are still here,
still making watches.

Well, at the 5 .04 p .m. they are.

But the clock moves on, baby.

And this Christmas Eve, the times are
going to change for all of these people.

Oh, Gloria.

Bells have rung.

Many bells.

And they were lovely.

And two chimes also. But Gloria, on
Christmas Eve, enough figures. Figures

wait. In a minute we will have food and
music, Christmas, annual party and all.

You celebrate with us.

Oh, thank you. And I really am almost
done.

I just, it's crucial to see exactly
where your balance stands.

Ah, yes.

How does Piltdown and Sons balance?

A worthy question.

Piltdown. Now, if I'm not mistaken,
quite a distinguished lineage.

I consider myself the original Piltdown
man, still upright and walking the

earth. And for many more Christmases,
I'm sure.

When your last number is rung up, it is
time for wassail. Do you wassail?

Occasionally.

Very good. See, we have our little
habits here, old habits.

Yes, like this calculator.

You know, it would go a lot faster with
a computer.

That's what I've been told. But no
matter what the machine, the figures

come out the same, don't they?

Yeah.

I'm afraid so.

Oh, they're here, they're here. Pudding
music, ahoy!

Hello.

Let's set up over here and nobody gets
burned by the pudding. Don't you worry

about my plum pudding. It hasn't killed
anybody yet.

Let me give you a hand.

Oh, thank you.

Heightings of the...

Greetings and merry and all that. I'm
Mr. Piltdown, Mr. P. Merry Christmas,

Piltdown. I'm Monica. We spoke on the
phone.

Very distinctive voice.

Yes. Of course, and there's the harp.

Irish harp. Irish, quite, yes.

And I'm Tess with the pudding.

And the song.

Food and music of Morty and Nate.

Christmas in Rio, we had family, food
and music. It was enough.

One last watch.

Final touches, final touches, my
friends, to the year's final pocket

then the Christmas party.

Now, where are we? Oh, yes, yes.

Yes, a restoration job for Mrs.

Drake, eh?

Yes, yes, the fourth pivot wheeler was
worn, so I debushed it, drilled a new

hole, and I deburred it. Then I
chamfered both of them. And the steel

staled. All done.

I changed the hands, called the
messenger.

Very good, very good. She wanted it
engraved, didn't she, Agnes? Yes, golden

hours for her husband.

Oh, golden hours.

Set to... 5 .12.

Then to it!

Let's to it!

That's the setting chair.

Mr. P and his father and his father's
father sat in that chair to set clocks.

5 .12.

All done.

Ah, here you are. Here you are.

Just in time for delivery to Platoon
Street. Just in time to place under the

Christmas tree.

Here you are, sir, and a Merry Christmas
to you.

Thank you.

Ah, yes.

All right.

Here's to the season. May it fill our
hearts with joy, and God bless us.

Each and every one. Each and every one.

No! No for Christmas! Just in time!

Snow for the gift exchange!

Hop to!

Hop to!

It always smelled in Derry.

In my mind, anyway.

I was young when we left.

Do you remember those Irish Christmases?

I remember the family gathering.

Wherever you were, you always came home
for Christmas.

Home for Christmas.

However far flung, we all went to home
at Christmas.

The wind howled through the keyhole in
our door in Derry.

Blue snowflakes three feet into the
hallway.

Yet I've never felt quite so warm as I
did on those nights.

I always put a candle in the window.

For Joseph and Mary, my mother. Yes.

If they were to wander these streets
tonight, here's a light to guide them to

safe place.

I only wish it were.

Nothing feels so safe anymore.

I take the M104 bus every day.

I used to get here at 8 .30.

Now I get here at 10.

You never know, but some fool might copy
the time the first plane hit.

There's a candle lit for you too,
Christopher.

It lights every window that you walk by.

I don't see it.

I haven't seen it in over a year.

The annual mystery revealed.

Who did Agnes draw?

Every year, Agnes arranges the offer
gift exchange.

And each year, we mysteriously draw the
same name.

Well, look at us. The mathematical
possibilities are limited.

So, whose name did you draw this year,
Agnes?

How odd.

She drew Oscar. What could it be?

I don't know.

What could it possibly be?

Let's see.

Oh.

What a surprise.

She makes him a tie every year. He never
wears ties.

Absolutely glamorous.

I'll tie it for you. Oh, like you do
every year.

You, um... You loop it around like this.
I've only worn a tie

once for the wedding of a Chinese
pirate.

Oh, really? The one in Singapore?

Rangoon. I was on a tramp steamer with a
load of silk for the Sultan of Brunei.

And then you draw it around again.

We're in the Java Sea, straight by AK
-47. There he was, the Chinese gangster

a mosquito bullet.

All the things you've seen, Oscar.

And then you take it over like this, and
you tighten it. Oh, after they looted

our ship, the Chinese captain invited us
to his wedding.

Isn't that a little tight? Oh, sorry.

Where does a pirate get married? Borneo.
Black tie nuptials. So I went. Why not?

Why not?

Is that better? Better. There he was
with his bride, all in silk, fit for a

king.

There. You look fit for a king, Oscar.

You're sweet, Agnes.

Oh, Oscar, you're so dashing.

We have a world traveler in our midst.

I've crossed the equator twice.

Sailed a babbling gal in the Gulf of
Guinea, and I have found a home in this

little shop. Yeah.

A home.

Yeah.

Maybe someday I'll get used to wearing a
tie.

It's much too beautiful to wear.

I guess I'll...

I'll keep it in the closet with the
others.

Does it have enough rum? Oh, yes, enough
to make it delicious.

It could always be more delicious.

No, that's enough.

Are you an expert on plum pudding?

It runs in my family.

We have the touch, they say.

Oh, you have family here.

Long gone. No.

This is my family.

And a good one it is.

Oh, like thine. How old acquaintances.

Never forgot.

Somehow I think you're an old
acquaintance, Monica.

We're kindred spirits.

They both work with their hands.

Days of auld lang syne, my grandfather
told me Christmas Eve started with the

lamplighters. They walked down the
street lighting lamp after lamp, like

lighting the candles on a Christmas
tree.

How lovely.

And with the last lamp on his street,
the party began.

Ah.

So he was the one who taught you how to
throw such a splendid Christmas party?

I tried.

I try, if I can keep this company, one
little corner of civilized life in a

world gone mad.

Ah, all done at last. Are the figures to
bed, then?

Yes. Good, well, then you join us. You
join us. You have some eggnog, you have

some wassail. You said... Mr. Peltdown,
actually, I have some news. Could we

talk the day after Christmas?

Let's talk now.

I don't want to spoil your party. Can't
stop the second hand.

I always say I tell.

Just tell. No, I really don't think...
Yes, I insist.

Then you may want sale.

Well, I've gone over your books
thoroughly.

Well, good.

I mean, it was far too long.

You see...

Piltdown and Sons is bankrupt.

Bankrupt.

Would you like to see the figures?

The last 18 months.

Hard times, hard times.

Yes, it's been a struggle for a lot of
the small downtown businesses.

Yes, I've seen a lot go under, but
Piltdown and Sons... I'd like

to see those figures.

Would you mind coming too, Monica?

I don't know anything about numbers.

But you understand how lovely the
lamplighters were at Christmas.

And I... I need a kindred spirit.

There's the interest on the loan,
though. You still have payments

for jewels and mainspring and the back
taxes.

I'm sorry.

Do I have enough for final payroll?

If you liquidate everything.

Oh, green cheese.

How can I tell them?

On Christmas Eve, I can't do it. I'll
wait.

You know, Mr. P, when you know that
something's drawing to an end, it can

it sweeter.

We can savor it all the more.

If this is to be their last Christmas
together, you wouldn't want to cheat

out of relishing it, would you?

Time for the angel.

Here's our crown.

Oh, Tess, will you do the honors?

Oh, I'm...

Happy to put the angel on the top.

A lot of time on this tree.

Time goes, you say.

Ah, no.

A lot of time stays.

We go.

Excuse me.

Merry Christmas, Mr.

P. Beautiful tree, yes?

Yes, yes, lovely.

I hope you like it.

Thank you, but, um... What is it, Mr.
P.?

Ah, it's a day for comfort and joy,
not... Well,

it seems, uh... Piltdown and Sons is

bankrupt.

Oh, no.

Saints preserve us.

I put off accounting for far too long.

It's all my fault, I suppose.

It was nothing that Mr. Piltdown did.

This whole area took a mighty blow.

A lot of shops have closed already.

And he kept things going, even while
debt piled up. But the government needs

taxes, and the vendors' bills are
overdue, and there's just no income.

No choice in the matter, having any.

So, I shuttered the doors tonight.

For good.

I'm afraid this will be our last
Christmas party

We're out

of business

There was really nothing he could do.

He did his best.

I'm sure of it.

What will happen to these poor people
now?

Time will tell, baby.

I thought that they should know, but now
they may have had their Christmas

stolen from them.

There's time yet to celebrate and
reason, too.

Now, I'm just a visitor here.

But I can see that this little shop held
a lot of love for a lot of people. So

let's salute it while we can.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Piltdown.

Here, here.

Here, here.

Cheers.

Great. It's a party after all.

Would you like some more?

Sure.

What are you drinking tonight?

That's another first.

If there ever was a night.

Yes.

A night of nights.

You know, I never thought I'd see it.

No, I never thought it could ever
happen.

So, what are you going to do? Get back
up on the high seas?

Maybe.

I've landed on my feet before.

Yeah, you're good at that. Me?

No, no. New York is full of Jews.

Somebody must need an engraver, no?

I guess.

So you really think about leaving New
York and go off alone?

It's been a long time since I saw Rio.

Is it beautiful?

Oh, yes.

I've never been south of Baltimore.

Oh, you poor child. No, no, no. You have
to see Rio before you die.

Dancing a carnaval.

Oh, I don't dance to Lafitte.

Not just one samba.

Maybe one with the right man.

Agnes, you will find that man.

Or he will be lucky enough to find you.

Luck has never been my friend.

All things change.

Not for me.

You know, Agnes, you're always sticking
inside, but...

The hands on the face, they never
change.

You, you are Agnes the Untranslatable.

This is my life, Oscar.

I wake up at 6 a .m. and I turn on the
TV because then there's another voice

inside the apartment besides my own.

I feed a fish, one flake, that's all I
need.

It's a lucky fish, one flake, and he's
happy.

Then I take the number one train
downtown.

I get off on Chambers, and I buy a
regular coffee and a bagel on the

then I come here, and my life begins.

And at five o 'clock, when the doors
close, it ends.

And I have to leave.

I don't know what to say.

Do you want to know what I'd like you to
say?

What would you like me to say?

I'd like you to say, Agnes, your eyes
are deep and lovely.

And I get weak in the knees every day
you walk through the door.

And I feel giddy when you smile at me.

And each night when you leave, a light
goes out in my heart.

That's what I'd like you to say.

Nobody's eating the plum pudding.

Appetite went away somehow.

No business sense.

That was a problem.

Even a good businessman can fail.

We needed a catalogue. A catalogue of
fine timepieces.

Let him buy through the internet.

He never had any business sense.

Did you ever tell Mr. P about your idea?

Oh, yes.

And he did.

Very nice, very entrepreneurial.

That's the word, isn't it? It's very...
Oh!

And then he never did anything.

Or rather, he kept doing the same old
things.

But I thought you liked doing the same
old things, the old way of doing things.

You like it right up to the grave.

When it comes to it, he lets us all
down.

Look at me.

Who's going to hire an old guy like me?

Christopher Murphy, there's a whole city
out there full of jobs.

Whole city.

Who knows what's out there?

Hometown and sons.

I'm the last son.

I failed to marry, failed to have my own
son, and now I've failed the business.

You were not the failure. There were
things beyond your control.

You provided a livelihood, a service,
and a home for many years. That's not

failure. I grew up here.

It's all I know, and now I've let
everybody down, Monica.

A bad mainspring means a bad watch.

If you've come to buy a watch, I'm
afraid we're closed.

No, sir. I'm not here to buy anything,
and I'm sorry to disturb your Christmas

Eve. My name is Andrew.

I work for the city of New York, and we
found something that we hoped maybe you

could help us with.

We're hoping the tilt down in the suns
can help us drag down the owner.

It's from ground zero.

It's beautiful, circled within circles
of time.

It's one of ours, all right.

Engraving on the back, so I'll scratch
it up, but that's our teardrop case.

Model 3055.

So is there any way to identify the
buyer? I always put a serial number on

perimeter of the movement.

I'll get the ledger.

Careful, careful.

Has to be preserved. Quite right, quite
right. Careful as a relic.

Time stopped for this watch.

8 .46.

The exact time the first plane hit.

Which made us think that maybe the owner
dropped it and was shocked and he left

the watch behind and somehow managed to
escape.

So possibly he's still alive.

That's what we're trying to find out.

Wouldn't that be marvelous now?

Here we go.

It's 9 .47.

309, I think that's an O.

9473090, teardrop model 3055, sold to
Joshua Wren seven years ago.

Engraved on back, Joshua's joy.

Joshua Wren.

I remember Joshua Wren. The young man
with the new job. At the brokerage

Yes, he got the watch to celebrate.

A good job man, he'd have enough money
to marry.

There's a phone number.

Oh, I'll call.

Wouldn't it be something?

We'd live in hope.

His address was downtown Liberty Plaza.

Maybe... Maybe.

A little late to be calling on Christmas
Eve.

Well, it's only 627 by my watch.

And 629 by 83 others.

Say, that's one of ours.

Yeah, I bought it here some years ago,
so I knew right where to come when they

handed me the broken one.

Yes, yes. I'm sorry to bother you on
Christmas Eve. You see, I'm calling from

Piltdown and Sons Watchmakers.

Well, a watch has been found.

We sold it to Joshua Wren.

That's right.

It was recovered.

We would like to return it to you.

Oh.

I'm so terribly sorry, Mrs. Wren.

Oh, dear.

What a call for Christmas Eve.

What?

Why, yes, of course, we'll have it
delivered.

Are you sure?

Are you positive?

We're at 48 St.

Anne Street.

Yes, of course, we'll wait.

His widow is coming to get the watch,
insisted on coming right down.

Say it's Preserve.

So he did ask her.

She said yes.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Did I tell you what that's from?

Well, it's to celebrate your new job,
right?

He who binds to himself a joy.

doth the winged life destroy.

But he who kisses the joy as it flies
lives in eternity's sunrise.

Blake. I didn't know brokers read Blake.

Oh, some of us do.

This watch doesn't celebrate my job.

It means that I have enough money to get
married. Or at least I hope she'll say

yes.

Oh, you're in love.

Oh, yeah.

It's a wonderful thing.

I've always imagined it would be
wonderful.

I've never, um... Well, you know, I
never thought it would happen to me

You know, I mean, look at me. Am I
Prince Charming?

Well, to one woman, maybe I am.

But just you wait.

You're a sleeping beauty to someone out
there.

Mark my words.

Live in hope.

I

suggest

a watch chain.

Adds a bit of security, you know?

Give the pickpocket another lock to get
through.

Now, if I put two locks on everything I
carry, I'd be wearing my own ball and

chain. Thanks, but I'd rather walk out
there unafraid.

Right.

Well, good luck to you, Joshua.

No, I don't need any more luck. Life is
already wonderful. Ah, yes, but wait

until you're married.

Well, what else is life for except to
love and have children?

He just means it's a big change coming,
Mr. Wren.

Every cell in our body changes all the
time.

Everything changes every day whether we
like it or not.

Might as well enjoy the ride.

Thanks.

Hello. Hi.

Welcome.

Hello, Mrs. Wren. I'm Monica.

I'm Joy.

Your name is Joy.

Joy Wren. Oh, I'm Agnes. I engraved your
husband's watch.

And this man, Andrew, is the man who
brought the watch to us.

I work for the city and we're trying
really hard to identify and return

items. Yes.

We had breakfast together that morning
before Joshua went to work.

I wheeled Daniel down in his stroller to
a Greek diner.

Daniel spilled a glass of milk and I got
mad.

Joshua said, he won't be spilling milk
forever.

Enjoy it while he does.

I remember after breakfast, doing an
errand downtown, wheeling

Daniel along when...

I tried to get home, but they were
telling everyone to go north.

I didn't get home for five hours.

When I took Daniel out of the stroller,
I saw it was covered in white dust.

I couldn't bring myself to wash it.

It sat like a sculpture in the hallway
for the longest time.

Like, like snow had fallen that would
never melt.

How is your little boy?

My mother came over tonight.

Daniel loves her.

He loves me.

There was no one like his daddy.

He used to crawl into Josh's lap every
night and...

Josh would read to him and then sing to
him and then Daniel would, he'd fall

asleep with his ear against this watch.

It had a funny tick -tock.

He used to say the tick

-tock.

He used to say the tick -tock was his
daddy's heart.

fix it.

Can you get it running again?

Mrs. Ren, the works are badly crushed.

It'd be near impossible.

I'm so sorry.

Well, don't you think you could try?

It would mean the world to that little
boy to wake up Christmas morning and

his father's watch go tick -tock.

It would be like hearing his heartbeat
once more.

Let's get to work.

A candle in the window at the prometh in
the night.

I remember the rows and rows of candles
in Union Square.

I walked by, but I never lit one.

I wasn't ready to give up hope.

Nor are these good people.

I should get home to Daniel.

We haven't hung the stocking yet.

Do you want some company for the walk?

Thank you.

That'd be nice.

And thank you all. Merry Christmas.

My friends, in this room reside decades

of craft and devotion and ability. Now,
we have before us a task of great

difficulty.

To some, it may seem like a small thing,
but for one woman and her child, the

sound of a clock ticking means all the
world.

This is the last watch we'll ever work
on together. Let's make this Piltdown

Sons' finest hour.

There.

All that's left is besetting.

There's no other group of people in the
world could have done this.

You know that, don't you?

You're the best a man could have wished
for.

How many years?

Well, final touches.

Final touches.

Set it at?

846.

846?

When I set this, it's all over, isn't
it?

We're through here.

We go out that door.

Out into the wide world.

I'm scared, Mr. P. I don't want to be
alone.

Oh, why did it ever come to this?

God help me.

What did it become of us?

Wonderful things.

God has wonderful things in store for
all of you. No, Monica, I think our best

days are behind us.

There's a world out there that God has
created, a beautiful world.

Look at the morning sun, the beam of
light through the window, even the

mote of dust floating in its ray. Look
at the blanket of snow covering this

great city.

Deep and crisp and even.

Look at all the beauties of this world
that man has created out of God's gifts.

Yes.

Awful things can happen.

Have happened.

But the world is still God's jeweled
clock.

Tick him with joy.

But for us, I think our time is up.

Who knows how much time anyone has.

It's not for you.

To know.

It's for God to know.

And God holds time in his hand, just as
he holds Joshua Ren.

Yes.

Think of Joshua.

He came into your lives for perhaps an
hour, but he touched you all.

Agnes, because of what Joshua said to
you, you haven't given up the hope for

love.

Oscar, he reminded you of life.

deepest meaning that it comes with a
family.

Christopher Murphy, he said to you, fear
not.

And Mr. P, he lets you know that change
is inevitable.

Change is continuous.

Time stops for no man.

So set the clock for 8 .46.

And let open the doors to life.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

It was our pleasure.

Gave us much happiness.

Merry Christmas, Daniel.

Come on.

I think we'll be going, too. Wait a
minute, we'll walk out with you.

Merry Christmas, Phil Dunham, sons.

It's a beautiful day out there.

God bless you all.

Each and every one.

Saints preserve it.

We sold that watch to Andrew 200 years
ago.

Green cheese?

Could it be possible he was?

They were all?

Well, why not?

It's Christmas, isn't it?

There are miracles out there on the
streets of New York. Let's go find them.

Another year, another Christmas.

We just came by to say, God loves you
all, each and every one.