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(bright festive music)

- You've made some sort of machine for the store, Murdoch.

- Yes, sir. It's an automated gift-wrapping machine.

It can wrap gifts of any size, within reason.

- It's not like you to make something so frivolous.

- It's an intricate mechanical device, sir.

- While you were setting up, did you happen to see

the Empress Josephine tiara?

- Uh, no, I did not. - Ah! The owner of Kelner Toys

is displaying it here today.

Then she's putting it up for auction

and giving the money to the Children's Hospital.

- And making a big hullabaloo about it.

- Oh! Tell me about it.

The Ladies' Auxiliary is putting on a ballet

with Anna Pavlova herself for the Children's Hospital fund

and even though I am doing most of the work,

you don't hear me crowing about it.

- You've told half the bloody town about it.

(gasps) - Thomas!

(clears throat) - Sir, uh, this is it!

Uh, toys go in and, uh, and wrapped gifts come out.

- Huh! Crikey. Wonders will never cease.

- Violet.

- Oh! Llewellyn, I must say, I'm surprised to see you here.

- Oh, don't worry. I won't rail against gaudy materialism.

- Good. - Even if it is a horrible--

- I am trying to embrace Christmas more.

I've bought myself something extravagant.

- What is it?

- Well, I'm making myself wait until Christmas morning

to find out.

- Attention! (claps hands)

Attention! Attention, everyone!

Welcome to the unveiling of the Feere's Department Store

Christmas displays. Mrs. Kelner?

- Kelner Toy Factory wishes everyone a very Merry Christmas.

- Now, I'm sure we're all anxious to see the wonderful

toys and gifts Feere's has to offer.

- And the Empress Josephine tiara, donated by yours truly.

(applause)

Let's see the tiara, shall we?

(crowd gasping, murmuring)

- Oh my goodness!

My tiara! It's gone!

- Wonder what happened to it.

- Someone must have taken it.

- Thank you for your insight, Margaret.

- Looks like someone didn't want to wait for Santa Claus.

- Indeed.

(tense music)

(theme music)

- My heart is broken.

I was prepared to say goodbye to the tiara for charity,

but this...

- We'll do our best to find it.

- And throw the thief in jail, I hope.

- Where was the tiara last seen?

- At the store in the strongbox.

- It was brought here from the toy factory an hour ago

and given to Mr. Feere.

- And before you ask, I was never alone with it.

Mr. Maturin, my head stock clerk,

was with me the entire time.

- And when was it placed in this glass display case?

- That's just the thing. I didn't personally do that.

- Who did? - Mr. Maturin took the box

to the decorator while I went out into the store.

Apparently, when they opened the box, it was empty, but...

nobody told me!

- Right. We'll need to see this strongbox and where it was kept.

- Of course. Follow me, detectives.

- Oh!

- Good lord! What on earth are those?

- They look like spriggans. - What's that?

- A spriggan was a legendary monster from Cornwall.

Me granny used to tell me stories about them

when I was a kid. Scared the bejesus out of me.

- Well, they're grotesque.

- They're going to give me nightmares.

- Hm. (Brackenreid): That's the idea.

- Hm.

- Aren't they just the cutest?

They're called Rinkinkins and I will have you know

they are the toy this Christmas.

All the best children are getting one.

- Who says? - Says everyone.

Which means our Jordan must get one.

Must, must, must!

- Oh, well, then I shall pick one up, love dove.

- Oh, and if you were thinking of getting me this

for Christmas, you're out of luck.

- A diamond tiara?

- Henny, I'm joking! (Ruth scoffs)

You don't have to get me anything.

- If you say so, dear. - Still, such a shame.

Stolen right out of a display at Feere's.

- Well, Detectives Murdoch and Watts

are looking into that. - Oh.

Well, if they find it,

perhaps you can have it go missing again, hm?

Must dash.

Oh, Constable, no, no, no.

You must spread the tinsel evenly.

Hm?

(Watts): Good to have you back in the station house,

Chief Constable.

- Can't have the inmates running the asylum, can we?

Anyway, it's only while Inspector Choi is on leave.

So, any luck finding the tiara?

- No. And what's curious is that everyone claims

no one was alone with it.

- We've done a thorough search of all of the back rooms

and lockers at Feere's Department Store

and not a trace.

- So, is it possible that someone snuck in the back doors,

waited for their chance, and then stole the tiara?

- Well, this time of year, reindeer can fly.

(blowing)

I mean, anything is possible.

- In this world, only pigs fly. So, any fingermarks on the case?

- None that shouldn't be there.

- Mrs. Kelner more than likely told anyone and everybody

that the tiara was moving to Feere's.

Maybe we ought to widen the search.

- We do intend to speak with her next.

- Is this related to the case?

- No. No. And if you don't mind...

It's a gift I'm making for Susannah.

It's a music box.

(light music playing)

- Tchaikovsky. Wonderful.

- If I can get it finished,

it just might make it to London in time for Christmas.

- So, I presume Julia and Susannah

are still across the pond?

- Well, yes, Julia's work is keeping her there

for the holidays.

And, uh, Harry has a school trip to Quebec, so...

- Well, I'm sure you'll see them soon. With me, Detective.

- Mm.

- A little more to the left.

Good.

Uh, there's another box of decorations behind the stage.

- Oh, I'm not here to decorate. I'm a singer.

I was hoping to perform at your Christmas party.

- Oh. Well, I already have a singer.

You can come back after Christmas and you can audition.

- Oh, but I love Christmas music.

Please give me a chance.

- I'm very busy, Mister...? - Page. Steven Page.

- Good day, Mr. Page.

- But...

(curious music)

- Oi! What're you doing?

- Uh, th-this is quite something, sir.

Where did you get it?

- Ah! I made it myself.

Well, the missus baked it, but I did all the fancy bits.

Miss Hart is having a competition

at the Star Bright's Christmas do.

- It's very impressive.

- Five dollars for the winner. You should enter.

- I've never baked a thing in my life.

But my mother makes an excellent

gingerbread every Christmas.

- I know what you're going to ask me.

And the answer, Roberts, is still the same.

- But she'll be all alone.

- Go and see her two or three days after Christmas,

first chance you get. Go on.

- Yes, sir.

- We all have to work Christmas. It's part of the job.

You wanted to be a copper.

(gentle festive music playing)

- Mr. Knight is my manager.

He brought the tiara from the safe

in my office to the store.

- Yeah, I-I-I blame myself.

I-I should have stayed with the tiara the whole time.

I had a bad feeling that something would happen to it.

- Mr. Feere claims to have been with the tiara right up until

minutes before it was stolen.

- Yes, um, Mrs. Kelner,

you really should tell the detectives what you told me.

- What's that?

- When Mr. Feere told you that he and Mr. Maturin

were with the tiara, it wasn't exactly the truth.

Mr. Maturin went by himself with the tiara

to the back of the store.

- Why did Mr. Feere lie?

- To protect my reputation.

You see, Mr. Feere and I wanted to share some moments alone.

(song ends)

(crowd applauds)

- Hm. So, Mr. Maturin lied

either to keep his job, or to keep an alibi.

- Hm.

(bell ringing)

(frantic festive music)

(crowd clamouring)

(woman): I got him one! (man): At last!

(frantic festive music continues)

- Mm.

(grunts)

(sighs)

- I hear you two were fighting over a Rinkinkin. Where is it?

- This is all that is left.

- It was in my hands and he took it.

- I had it first. - You did not, scoundrel.

- Enough! Where did you find one?

- The toy store on Queen Street. - All right.

- But they are all gone. This... was the last one.

- And he destroyed it.

- Well, we'll see if that's true.

- Hey! Where are you going?

- Are you going to let us out? We have to get to the symphony.

(scoffs) - I'm sure you both do.

(chuckling)

- Hey. What will they do without a conductor?

- You should have thought about that

before you took my Rinkinkin.

(coughing)

- Toronto amuses me.

Here there are men who appreciate Pavlova.

- Oh, we all do.

I-I-I saw your performance of The Dying Swan last week

and, I must tell you, I was moved.

- I'm not surprised. - It deeply moved me.

(Margaret chuckling)

- And wait until everybody

sees your Snowflake ballet.

I'm sure it'll be divine. - Snowflakes?

- Uh, yes. Uh, you told me about it last week.

It's set to Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite.

Oh. I've booked the hall. The tickets are being printed.

- But I'm resting, okay? No dancing for the next two weeks.

- But you said you'd do a charity performance.

It-it's for Children's Hospital.

- When did I say this?

- Last week after your performance. Ruth!

- Hm? - Oh, we were with

the Ladies' Auxiliary. - Yeah.

- For charity? - Yes.

- Pavlova must have drank too many Kir Royales.

- Oh. Must admit I've done the same myself, once or twice.

(chuckling)

- But you must! Uh, it-it's for the Children's Hospital.

They'll close if they don't get enough--

- For children?

Why should children get the money, hm?

I never received anything.

- It's Christmas.

- Every Christmas I asked Ded Moroz

for a doll with pink ribbons.

(speaking Russian)

I never received.

- Oh, that's terrible.

- It makes me strong.

Please, you leave now.

- Oh, uh, my-my-my daughter Jordan just wanted an autograph.

- Mm. Go!

- Yes. No, Ruth, Jordan!

- Yes. Thank you. Go.

(sighs)

- Well, really!

- Why is that lady sad?

- I don't know, darling.

She has enough diamonds to buy a small country.

- I think she's sad because Santa Claus

never visited her house.

- Hm.

Hm.

- Mr. Feere said it would be better for everyone

if we both said we were with the tiara.

- Mm. This doesn't look good, Mr. Maturin.

You had much more time alone with the tiara than we knew.

- Ample time to hide it somewhere we couldn't find it.

- What would I do with something like that?

- Sell it.

- Where? To who? (scoffs)

I don't know anything about that tiara.

I didn't even open the box.

- Did you spend any time at all whatsoever

away from the box, Mr. Maturin?

- I left the box on my desk in the warehouse

while I went to the gents. - Oh?

- Come to think of it, I did see Mr. St. Clair

around the warehouse. - Mr. St. Clair?

- Uh, Richmond St. Clair, the decorator.

He told me last week he was very excited

to see the... tiara.

- Of course I was excited. Who wouldn't be?

The large diamonds were given to Josephine

by Alexander the First when he and Napoleon

were friends. Obviously, before Napoleon invaded Russia.

- Fascinating. Uh, perhaps, as a history buff,

you wanted to keep it for yourself?

- Me? Steal the tiara?

Never. And how would I do that? I never even got to see it.

- So you say.

- Search my home, my motor wagon, my person.

I assure you, I don't have it.

- Hm. You were seen at the Feere's warehouse

during a time when the tiara was left unattended.

- I went into the warehouse to fetch the last of the toys

that I was using for the displays. I never in a--

(Watts): Detective! You need to see this.

- Have you found the tiara?

- Uh, not exactly. No.

(tense music)

(church bells chiming)

(Brackenreid): I was hoping for a quiet Christmas.

- And so was he, I'd imagine.

- Have you identified him? - Not yet.

- Hm. How long's he been dead?

- Well, sir, rigor mortis has retreated

from the upper body, but, as you can see,

it's still present in the legs.

I'd say this man was killed 36 hours ago.

- I believe he was stabbed in the neck.

Have you located the weapon?

- No. Uh, wound suggests a weapon that was smooth

and circular.

There's no blood on the floor of the wagon.

He must have been killed elsewhere.

- Do you think there's any connection between this

tiara theft and this murder?

- That's an awfully big coincidence.

- Uh, sir, I don't believe Mr. St. Clair is a murderer.

And why would he be driving a corpse around

for a day and a half?

- Oh, someone could have put the body there.

- Well... - Gentlemen.

Mr. St. Clair.

Mr. St. Clair.

Did you know the dead man?

- No. I-I've never seen him before.

- We need to know precisely

where this wagon has been in the past 36 hours.

- Oh, I can't think straight. (clears throat)

Other than Feere's, I went to the florist

down on Sumach Street,

and the diner down by the train station. That's it.

(light festive music)

- Roberts!

I'm off to Feere's to canvass...

Oh, boy.

- It was an accident.

- The Chief Constable is not going to like this.

- Of course he won't! What are we going to do?

- We? Oh, I have enough problems, Teddy. This one...

This one is yours.

- Henry!

Henry!

Uh...

(bell ringing)

- Oh! Well, it's always nice to give a little hope

to a family in need.

Merry Christmas.

- You know, no matter how many baubles Dadah bought me,

the only thing I really ever asked from Santa

was a pair of ballet slippers.

- You were a ballet dancer?

- Oh, yes, I'm passionate about The Dance.

No, I dreamed of being a prima ballerina.

- You? Really? - Yes, but my instructor said

I had a very unique style.

- I don't know what we're going to do now that

Anna Pavlova has said she won't dance.

- I know what you're going to ask me.

I simply couldn't.

- Oh! No, I suppose not.

Uh, but, well, maybe we can find--

- I just, it's been years since I've danced.

- You know, little Ann Marie is quite good.

- I'm not even sure if I remember any of the steps.

- It's all right. I'm sure we can find a--

- It is for children's charity.

- It's all right, Ruth.

- I will need a costume. And some rehearsal.

It's fine. I'll do it!

- Oh.

Huh.

(door opens and closes)

- Roberts. Have you seen my gingerbread house?

- Yes, sir. - Then where the bloody

hell has it gone? - Well, you see--

- Any one of this lot

has had as much as a nibble,

I will have their guts for garters.

- I was headed in the direction of the Star Bright earlier

and I thought I'd take it there for you.

- Let me tell you something, Roberts.

Now that is what I call initiative.

And I like that.

Keep up the good work, son. You'll go far.

- Thank you, sir.

Henry.

I just lied to the Chief Constable.

(chuckling) - About what?

- The gingerbread house! What should I do?

- Make another.

- How am I supposed to do that?

I don't even have an oven.

- Ask someone you know who does.

Not me.

I think Ruth keeps her shoes in ours.

(curious music)

We talked to all the staff who were nearby

when Mr. St. Clair's wagon was outside Feere's.

No one saw anyone but Mr. St. Clair near it,

and no one saw a dead body.

- Right. Thank you, Henry.

- Sir, what is this?

- It's a Nutcracker music box

I'm sending to Susannah.

I've made it myself. (light music playing)

- Hm. Hm.

What you need to send her is a Rinkinkin.

- A what? - Oh, it's the toy

this Christmas, sir. That's what Ruth tells me.

- I'll be sending her this.

- Isn't pioneer times, sir.

Children these days, they want the most popular toy

in the store, not something handmade.

- Hm.

- What have you discovered, Detective?

- Hm! Gristley turkey and thin, lumpy gravy.

Still, it came with a helping of excellent plum pudding.

- I mean about Mr. St. Clair.

- Right.

The florist noticed nothing unusual about Mr. St. Clair,

or his wagon, and no one here saw

anything suspicious, either.

- Still, this is the last place that Mr. St. Clair was.

- So how did a dead man get into the back of his wagon?

- You know what I noticed. - Mm.

- This diner is only a block and a half

from the back of Kelner's toy factory.

- You think the murder occurred there?

- There's one way to find out.

- Right. Right.

(coins clattering)

Detective.

- Have you any news on the whereabouts

of Mrs. Kelner's tiara?

- No.

But we did find a dead man in a wagon

belonging to the Feere's decorator.

- How gruesome.

- Hm. The deceased was approximately 55 years of age,

close-cropped hair, centre part,

green eyes, and stood about five foot, eight inches tall.

- That ring any bells?

- My god. That-that sounds like Mr. Cantrell.

He was our night watchman.

He-he didn't show up for work last night.

- Did you check on him?

- Well, he doesn't have a telephone.

I figured he was out boozing. He had a habit.

- Does he have a wife? - He had one,

before the habit took hold.

- Can you think of anything suspicious happening

the night before the tiara was stolen?

Anything Mr. Cantrell might have witnessed

that got him killed?

- No. No, nothing at all.

Uh, I am sorry, but I-I have to get back to work.

Mrs. Kelner will have my head.

But, uh, please call us the second you know anything

about the tiara.

Oh, and poor Mr. Cantrell, of course.

- Of course.

- Well, at least the victim has a name.

- And we know Mr. Cantrell was killed during a shift.

- Likely near here. Then the killer hid

Mr. Cantrell's body in Mr. St. Clair's wagon.

- Watts.

- Uh, looks like blood.

Think we'll be lucky enough to find a murder weapon

around here, complete with the killer's fingermarks?

- Well, there are broken pieces of ice all around it.

- The wound on Mr. Cantrell was smooth and round, correct?

- Yes.

- Consider the shape of those icicles.

- The diameter and the shape of the wound could be a match.

(tense music)

- Killed with an icicle.

So much for fingermarks.

- Merry Christmas!

- You're in a good mood this morning.

- Went to see Miss Hart at the Star Bright last night.

Kindly offered to help me with my predicament.

- You mean the lie that you told the Chief Constable?

Honesty is the best policy, Teddy.

That's what I always say.

- We've only been friends for a short while, Henry,

but I don't think that's what you always say.

Merry Christmas!

- My Christmas is going to be miserable if I don't find

one of those awful Rinkinkin dolls.

- Psst!

Ah, pardon me, sir.

Did I hear you say you're looking

for one of those Rinkinkins?

- Yes. - Today's your lucky day.

I've got an extra. I'll sell you one for ten dollars.

- You've got a deal. - Are you sure?

This might not be on the up-and-up.

- Relax, Teddy. This is just one father helping out another.

Ah.

- And where is the choreographer?

The... costume designer, dresser, the maestro?

- This is for the Children's Hospital charity.

It's not the Royal Command Performance.

- And are we just supposed to run around on stage?

- Well, no, no. I was thinking that we could perform

the story of The Nutcracker,

like they do in Russia. I have the music.

("The Nutcracker Suite" by Tchaikovsky plays)

Huh? (chuckles)

All right.

This young lady will play Marie.

Thomas, you'll be Drosselmeier, and Ruth...

- Mm. - ...you will play

the Sugar Plum Fairy.

- Oh!

- Drosselmeier. What's a Drosselmeier?

- Oh, he's one of the dancers.

- Oh! Oh, I don't know about that, Margaret. I don't know.

You know, I've trod the boards before, obviously,

of course. But dancing? Well, I don't know.

- Oh, but you promised.

And you'd make a wonderful Drosselmeier.

He's all mysterious and commanding.

- Ah, well, suppose that's not much of a stretch.

- And the little ones will play the snowflakes.

Ruth, Ruth, Ruth! Stop that!

Snowflakes, please, take your positions.

Right there. And stop!

- No, I-I-I was thinking, then, for the Sugar Plum Fairy...

- Oh! Yes? - ...we would do something...

something like, uh...

(music continues)

(Margaret): Thomas.

Thomas.

Thomas!

What we need is more people on stage.

We need constables.

- They have jobs, Margaret.

- It's for charity! And you're the Chief Constable.

You can make them.

We'll talk to them after we finish the blocking.

That's a theatrical term.

- I know what blocking is, Margaret.

- I can't believe I have to dance around in a mouse costume.

- I think it might be fun.

(sighs) - Maybe I'll tell

Mrs. Brackenreid I'm coming down with the flu.

- What happened to honesty being the best policy?

- I found it! - What are those kids up to?

- It's mine! (girls arguing)

- Hey! - All right, break it up.

- I found it! - No, it's mine!

- Enough! - What are you two

fighting about?

- I found it first! It's mine!

- You found what?

- Stolen tiara.

(footsteps approaching)

- Uh, what are you doing in the Detective's office,

candy cane? - Oh, nothing.

- Oh, all right. - Oh! Not so fast.

Did you get it?

- Get what? - Henry Higgins-Newsome, really?

I ask you to do one thing-- - Ta-da!

- Oh, Hennie. Oh, you wonderful, wonderful man. You got it!

Oh! (laughing)

Maybe when we get home,

you can get some sugar plums yourself.

- Mm. (laughing)

- Oh!

Oh! (laughing)

No. No, no, no. No. No, this won't do.

There's a mark on its foot.

No, uh, Henry, you have to take this back.

- Dearest, it's the last one in Toronto.

- Hm.

- So, no sugar plums?

- Making yourselves at home?

- Oh, Detective, yes. I was just admiring your musical doodads.

- Sir. We found the stolen tiara.

- Excellent work, Constable!

- Is that the...

Empress Josephine tiara?

Could I see it for a second, pretty please?

(gasps)

Oh, no. No, no, no.

- What's wrong?

- Do you not know the briolette diamonds?

The ones that Alexander the First

famously gave to Josephine?

- I've heard of them.

(scoffs)

- See? The diamonds are missing.

Oh, poor Josephine must be rolling over in her grave.

- Oh.

(grunts)

It was found by some children

in a trash bin at Renfrew and King.

- In a pile of refuse?

Will the indignities ever cease?

- I'm surprised the thief took only the large diamonds

and threw the tiara away.

- Well, only the large diamonds were valuable.

The remaining jewels are only chips.

- And have you found the thief?

- No, I'm afraid not.

- And Mr. Cantrell's murderer is still on the loose.

That-that is if you--

If you're sure it wasn't that Mr. St. Clair.

- Who is Mr. Cantrell?

- He was the night watchman at your factory.

- Oh, I must've told you. He was murdered.

- You did? - Mm.

- Well, how was he killed?

- Icicle.

- When?

- The night before the tiara was stolen.

We believe the theft and the murder are connected.

(scoffing)

- Gentlemen,

this is upsetting Mrs. Kelner.

I-I really should drive her home,

i-if that will be all?

- Yes, for now.

Thank you both.

- Why, thank you.

- No matter how much icing we put on this, it still looks...

- Worse than an old doghouse?

(sighs) - I'm sorry, Constable Roberts.

I thought this would be easy.

- I appreciate you trying to help, Miss Hart.

- Are you going to tell the chief constable the truth?

- And lose my job?

- Well, I'm sure he wouldn't fire you over this.

Not at Christmas.

- Maybe not. But I won't get another holiday

for the next five years.

- Sir, we're closed. - Do you remember me, ma'am?

Mr. Page? I came by earlier to offer to sing

for your Christmas party.

- Indeed. And I told you we already have a singer.

- Ah, but wait 'til you hear my new Christmas song.

You'll love it. (guitar strumming)

- Not now.

Please come back after Christmas.

- What good is a Christmas song after Christmas?

- Change the words!

Please, I am... very busy.

- All right. Thank you, ma'am.

- Do you think he's any good?

- Certainly is persistent. (door opens)

- I know I shouldn't ask this, but...

do you happen to know what Santa's getting me

for Christmas?

- You said you didn't want anything.

- Well, yes, but that was clearly a jape.

Of course I want a present for Christmas.

Who doesn't want presents at Christmas?

(chuckling)

Oh, now, darling, are you sure about this?

You know, your uncle Rupie gave you that.

- Well, I don't like him.

- That's fair. No one really does. Run along.

(soft music)

(knocking)

(door opens)

- Mr. Maturin. - Ah!

- Mr. Maturin, I-- - If you're here on behalf

of the detectives, I've told them everything

I know about the theft. - Oh, no, no.

I'm not here for that. I need to buy a Rinkinkin.

The one I already have is defective.

Well, I can't help you there. We are completely sold out.

- Uh, sir, are you sure?

- Positive. They flew off the shelves.

- Perhaps there is one left in the back room.

- Our shipment was already short.

- How do you mean?

- Someone had broken into the crate already.

I asked the Kelner delivery man about it,

but he told me to stop asking questions.

- Is that so? - He said if I asked anyone else

about it, he'd kill me.

(Watts): Ho, ho, ho, Mr. Knight.

- Oh, yes. Mrs. Kelner thought it would be festive

if all of her employees dressed up as elves.

- Uh, we've learned that some boxes in a shipment

from this factory to Feere's Department Store

have gone missing.

- Oh, occasionally, theft of merchandise does occur,

but what... what does that have to do with the diamonds,

or Mr. Cantrell's murder?

- Mr. Cantrell might have witnessed an employee stealing

and that employee then silenced him.

- Oh.

- We'd like to speak with your delivery man, Mr. Knight.

- Oh, of course. Oh, uh, here he is now.

Uh, Mr. Abbott!

These detectives would like a word.

- Mr. Abbott--

(energetic festive music)

- Toronto Constabulary! Stop!

- Stop!

You're coming down to the station house

with us, Mr. Abbott.

- Merry Christmas.

- Mr. Abbott, the night watchman

at the Kelner Toy Factory

witnessed a theft

and the perpetrator of that theft

wanted to silence him. Was that you?

- I didn't do anything.

- Then why did you run?

- I may have stolen a few of those ugly Rinkinkin dolls

to sell on the street, but I didn't kill anyone.

- When the stock clerk at Feere's noticed

some missing toys, you told him if he said anything

you'd kill him. - Yes! That's just talk!

I wouldn't hurt anyone over a few lousy toys.

- Are you certain?

Because in my experience, losing one's job

could be motive for murder.

- Ah, I was going to quit, anyway.

Mrs. Kelner doesn't even give out a Christmas bonus.

- Do you know anything

about the theft of the Empress Josephine tiara?

- The what?

- Oh! Sir, sir,

about that music box you made for Susannah.

- The one you said I shouldn't send to her?

- Yes, that one. Do you think you could possibly

make another for Ruth?

- Oh, I-I don't think I would have--

- Please, sir. You would be doing me

a very, very large favour.

- Oi! It's you!

- Henry, do you know this man?

- I bought a Rinkinkin from him. You sold me a defective doll.

- Uh, Detective Murdoch,

ah, just the man.

The-the Kelner Toy Company would like to thank you

for apprehending this...

thief.

Oh, Mr. Abbott.

- Let me guess. I'm fired.

- Excuse me, sir.

Are you from the Kelner Toy Factory?

- Yes. Yes, I am.

- Do you happen to have any Rinkinkins left?

The one that I got for my little girl has a mark on its foot.

- Oh. Well, I-I -- No. We're sold out.

- Blast. Anyway, I must be on my way.

I'm the Mouse King.

In The Nutcracker performance.

And thank you again, sir, for the music box.

You're saving my Christmas.

- I-I didn't--

- Detective, uh, do you suspect

Mr. Abbott of Mr. Cantrell's murder?

- Well, he's only under arrest for theft at the moment.

I don't believe he's guilty of murder.

And he claims he didn't know Mr. Cantrell.

- Oh, I see. Well, I-I...

Detective do... do you have to know a man to kill him?

I-I didn't-- I didn't know. Well, um, good day, sir.

("The Nutcracker Suite" by Tchaikovsky playing)

(Margaret): Everyone, let's get ready for the rehearsal!

- Now, Jordan,

I know I should wait until Christmas morning,

but Santa brought this early,

just for you.

It's a Rinkinkin! Don't you just love it?

Uh... Oh, no, no, darling. You're supposed to--

No, you're supposed to play with the Rinkinkin.

(chuckles awkwardly)

Right. Uh, well, Mummy has to practise, so...

Just watch Mummy.

- Ooh.

- Well, I think you look fine.

- Margaret, I'm not sure about this costume.

Do I look all right?

- Uh, you make a very handsome Drosselmeier.

(chuckling)

- Should I bring the cape home? - Yes.

- And the patch? - No.

- Oh. (chuckling)

- Oh!

Ah, I think Ruth might have overstated her abilities

just a little bit.

- She's terrible.

- Miss Pavlova, you're here!

- Well, I think to myself, Pavlova,

children deserve the best.

They're generous, loving,

and the future of the dance.

And it's Christmas.

- What made you change your mind?

- Well, I received a gift from a sweet little girl.

So, now, I give gift. Myself.

- Oh! Anna Pavlova!

- Herself. And tonight,

I will be Sugar Plum Fairy.

You are not needed. Now go.

- Oh. You can go backstage with me.

There's so much to do. There's so much...

(music swells)

(Margaret): I'm so excited! Every ticket has been sold!

(music begins softly)

(indistinct whispering)

(bright music playing)

- It's Pavlova. Can you believe it?

(bright upbeat music)

(cheering, applause)

("The Nutcracker Suit" by Tchaikovsky continues)

- Isn't it wonderful?

Now you can watch from the wings with Jordan.

(chuckles awkwardly)

Oh, no, no, no.

- Don't go anywhere, darling. Mummy will be right back.

(crowd exclaiming)

(laughing)

(cheering, applause)

("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" by Tchaikovsky playing)

(indistinct murmuring)

(light laughter, whispering)

- Get off the stage!

- No, Pavlova. There's room for both of us.

(crowd laughing)

(cheering, applause)

- I've spoken to Mr. Abbott's wife.

He was, indeed, at home all night.

- So, we're no closer to finding the diamonds, or the killer.

- Or even knowing if there are two criminals, or one.

- Right.

Then I suppose we need to thoroughly search

all of the employees at Feere's and canvass the greater area.

- We could do that tomorrow.

The dance performance is well underway.

- I'm not sure I find ballets that interesting.

- Mm, mm.

Might be interesting to see Henry prance around

as the Mouse King.

("The Nutcracker Suite" by Tchaikovsky continues)

(Jordan crying) - I know, I know. I'm so sorry.

- What's the matter with Jordan?

- When I was onstage, someone came and stole

her Rinkinkin doll. Can you believe that?

- Who would do something like that?

(Watts): Mr. Cantrell might have witnessed

an employee stealing and that employee then silenced him.

- Oh.

- I don't know anything about that tiara.

I didn't even look in the box.

- Do you happen to have any Rinkinkins left?

The one I got my little girl has a mark on its foot.

- Detective...

Do you have to know a man to kill him?

- The diamond tiara never made it to Feere's

Department store. The diamonds were taken out

of the tiara while it was still

at Kelner's toy factory the night before.

- That must have been what Mr. Cantrell saw.

And why he was killed. - Oh!

- The diamonds were then placed

inside of a marked Rinkinkin doll.

- The one Henry bought for Jordan.

- I know of one man who knew where that doll would be.

Mr. Knight!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Get the kids out of the hall.

(shocked exclaiming)

(gasping)

- Stop!

(grunting)

- All right, detectives.

I took, I took a doll.

That's hardly a hangable offence.

- I disagree. You are under arrest

for theft and for the murder of Mr. Cantrell.

- That's ridiculous! You have no evidence.

- No? Allow me.

You stole the diamonds and hid them in the doll.

- Well, I had to take something from Mrs. Kelner.

I do everything for her and that factory.

She didn't even give me a Christmas bonus.

- And what about Mr. Cantrell?

- Well, he-he-he refused to look the other way.

He was going to tell Mrs. Kelner.

I had to stop him.

- You're coming with us, Mr. Knight.

- Well, I-- But--

- Would you please keep it down?

There is a performance in progress!

(gasps)

(grunts)

(crowd murmuring)

- Excellent technique, Mrs. Higgins-Newsome.

(scoffs) - Well, you might as well

get him up.

Up, up, up!

(applause)

Thank you. And we bow

to the end of act one,

and we prepare for act two,

act two, act two, act two.

(cheering, applause)

(festive jazz music playing)

- About your gingerbread house.

- Do you like it? I think it's better than my first one.

- You-you made another one? How did you know?

- What, that you broke it?

You're not a very good liar, Roberts.

But that's probably a good thing.

- I wish you'd told me.

I tried to make another one. It was terrible.

- I know you did.

That was your form of punishment.

(scoffs)

- I... I'm sorry for lying to you.

It will never happen again.

- Thank you, Roberts.

Oh, and by the way, some good news.

Detective Watts has requested to work over Christmas,

meaning you can go back home to Chatham.

- Thank you!

Thank you, sir! I-I hope you win.

- Go! Go! Have some fun.

- Yes, yes! Merry Christmas.

(jazz music continues)

(sighs)

- Anything wrong, Violet?

- That was the singer that I had booked for tonight.

She can't make it.

- It's been one week since I started singing lessons,

but I suppose I could perform something Christmasy.

- Mr. Page.

Tonight might be your lucky night.

- I get to perform?

- Just don't let me down.

- So, Ruthie, you liked the music box, then?

- Oh, I love it.

I can't believe you had it made just for me in Russia.

And it is so much nicer than the one Detective Murdoch made.

(chuckling)

- Did you like my dancing?

- It was wonderful, both on and off the stage.

(laughing)

- Care to dance, Detective?

- Oh, I-I--

- Oh, don't worry, I'll lead.

(festive jazz music)

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ I don't want to get anywhere close to it ♪

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ It just makes me want to scream ♪

♪ Let me ask you ♪

- Merry Christmas, William.

- Merry Christmas, Thomas.

(laughing)

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ Is like living inside a bad dream ♪

♪ Forgive my being graphic ♪

♪ But the noise the crowds, the traffic ♪

♪ Turn me almost psychopathic ♪

♪ When I'm there ♪

♪ The pious platitudes ♪

♪ The smug, superior attitude ♪

♪ And the utter lack of gratitude ♪

♪ In the air ♪

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ I don't want to get anywhere close to it ♪

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ It just makes me want to scream ♪

♪ But as I wander 'round ♪

♪ The mem'ries flow ♪

♪ Of friends and family ♪

♪ And the places that we used to go ♪

♪ The snow comes falling down ♪

♪ And a choir begins to sing ♪

♪ And I've forgiven everything ♪

♪ It's Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ Do you want to come over some evening ♪

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ Is the way it's meant to be ♪

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