All language subtitles for Hudson and Rex S08E13 Heist for the Holidays

♪ I don't write to
Santa anymore ♪

Radio Host: Well, it's five days
to Christmas, St. John's.

And still no signs of snow.

So call in with
your predictions-

and we'll see who rings
in a white Christmas.

So your girlfriend Laura

is flying in for
Christmas tonight?

I hope you have
something special planned.

I booked this incredible suite

at a boutique hotel
on the waterfront.

Stone fireplace.

Big bay windows.

Dog friendly, of course.

Sounds way better
than my bachelor plans.

I'm really looking forward
to meeting her.

Me too.

You know what you should do?

You should invite her to my
holiday movie marathon!

Boxing Day,
8:00 till late!

What's on the bill this year?

It's a Wonderful Life.

And-?

It's a Wonderful Life.

Mark, do you think
Laura can help me

keep my mom entertained?

I'm not sure quiet
St. John's can compete

with her usual big
city festive season.

You know what you should do?

You should bring her to my
holiday movie marathon!

Oh!

And Rex

promised to bring
his reindeer antlers.

Didn't you, Rex?

-We're in.
-I'm not sure about that.

Yeah, we've got
concert tickets booked.

The Festival of Lights.

I'm going to take her to
see that marble sculpture

at the cathedral.

Oh, the Veiled Madonna!

It only comes out
this time of year.

It's spectacular.

And as an art expert-

your mother is going
to absolutely love it.

Yes!

Oh, you know what you should do-

is follow the lead

of my favourite
Christmas tradition-

the mummer.

It's not a Newfoundland

Christmas without mum me ring.

So one of these nights

you could take your mom
to watch the mummers' walk.

Oh, I've always
wanted to do that!

Laura!

What are you-?

How did you get here?

I was supposed

to pick you up
tonight at the airport.

I couldn't wait.

I took an earlier flight.

I wanted to surprise you!

Merry Christmas.

Hey!

Merry Christmas.

Um-

This is Laura.

Laura, this is everybody.

-Hi.
-Joe, Sarah-

-Jesse.
-Hey.

And Rex, of course.

Oh, well hello Rex!

I'm looking forward to
getting to know you!

Hmm?

I have an early
Christmas present.

What do you think?

Any good?

Well, it seems you're a hit.

But you must be hungry.

Should we all grab dinner?

My treat?

Your treat?

Sounds fantastic, but we
wouldn't want to intrude.

No no, not at all!

It's not really the holidays
without friends.

And you can tell me all
about Newfoundland Christmas

and mum me ring!

Oh, careful what you wish for.

No, she said I could do it.

So the tradition of mum me ring

was imported by English
and Irish settlers.

Really?

Now, Newfoundlanders-

they disguise themselves
in old clothing

and go door to door-

all during the festive season-

asking the neighbours
to guess who they are.

It's like Halloween,
but instead of candy-

people give out rum.

Well, thanks so much
for dropping by.

And girls, you were
so well disguised.

It took me forever

to guess everybody, didn't it?

Well done.

Come on, girls, we're
going to the next house.

Have fun.

See you tomorrow, Ellie!

Male mummer: Any
mummers allowed in-

my love?

Hmmm!

Now who could you three be?

Let's talk it out

over a friendly drink.

Female mummer: Uh-all in
the name of fun, right?

Yes, of course.

Come on in.

Male mummer: Pour a big
one for the missus!

Ellie!

Are you in here?

It's Rita from next door!

I brought cookies the kids made!

Ellie?

Ellie!

I mean we saw
her just last night.

I was there with the girls.

Come on, Rex.

She seemed fine!

Time of death is
approximately 9:00 last night.

It looked like natural causes

until first responders
found that.

Now, I'll know for sure
back at the lab-

but I think it's chloroform.

Can you die from that?

The margin between a knockout
dose and a lethal one

is pretty small-

particularly for
someone elderly.

I take it that's-

Ellie's glass.

Now, I count three
other glasses.

Maybe three intruders?

And now, Rex

has a scent ID for all three.

Ah, if only there
was a data bank

of suspect smells.

I'll swab the glasses,
dust for prints.

But nothing seems to be stolen.

Like, even-

her purse is still here.

It's weird.

What's he found?

An ugly stick.

Nice work, Rex.

So maybe the intruders
were mummers.

I'll have Jesse canvass
for ring cam footage.

And, uh-look here.

Oh, yeah.

Something is missing.

You think that's what
they were after?

I can't really say

what Ellie kept on her mantel.

But she did post
a few items recently

on the neighbourhood
buy and sell.

Might have sold something.

I could send you the link.

That'd be helpful.

You say you saw her last night?

Opening her door

for everyone in
the neighbourhood.

She pretending not to know
who my grandkids were

so that they could play
along and join in the fun.

Now I have to tell them.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It's people like Ellie

who keep the island
traditions alive

for the next generation!

This feels like an
attack on all of us.

Now that we're
finally open for business-

let's put some more

lights on the pillar.

You know?

Excuse me.

SJP-

D!

Jesse Mills-?

From Rowandale Collegiate!

Yeah, Rae Whitmore!

I sat behind you

in Advanced Placement
Medieval History!

Yeah!

What are you doing here?

I moved here six months ago

to manage the inn!

Yeah, it's been

nothing but renovation so far.

But we just opened last
minute for the holidays.

Oh, well, don't
worry about that.

St. John's always maxes
out during Christmas.

You'll fill up in no time.

So you're a cop?

Yeah, yeah.

Major Crimes.

Actually, you know-

we had a little situation
around the corner.

I was hoping I could get
your doorbell cam footage.

Yeah, I just got it installed.

So you might have to
help me figure out how.

I'd like to help in any
way I can, though.

Um-

just give me your number.

Yeah, yeah!

Uh, office?

Cells-

probably.

That's probably better.

Cell-

cell number.

There we go!
Great!

Wow!

I can't believe it!

Oh!

Hi there.

Hi!

Are you open?

I checked online,
but it wasn't clear.

We are!

Um-we have a lot of rooms
I'm sure you'll love.

Oh!

Yeah, that would be great!

Yeah!

I'll leave you to it.

Yeah, keep in touch!

Yeah!

Yeah, so it's just, uh-

my wife and daughter.

Do you have space?

Yeah, we do.

I'll go get someone to
help you with your bags.

Laura!

What are you doing here?

I've got a bit of a situation.

I know that man.

And he's not supposed
to be here.

Okay, sweetie.

You carry your backpack.

I'm excited to see the inside.

It does look nice.

Did you see all the lights?

So after you and Rex

got called away from brunch

I saw a client of mine
who's not supposed to be

outside of Halifax.

And, I followed him.

I represented him on
money laundering charges.

Money laundering?

He's just a small
time contractor.

Built a few houses.

But then sold them to a foreign
buyer for close to 3 million.

Matthew Flanagan.

Never been in trouble before.

Inherited the family business
his father started.

Problem is, the foreign buyer
paid Matthew in cash.

And then failed to report
the cash transaction-

I'm guessing.

Well, claimed he was unaware
of his obligation to.

Judge didn't buy it.

Confiscated the houses
and the proceeds.

Okay.

And what about the buyer?

Was he ever caught?

No.

British guy, but he's a ghost.

And this ghost-

used the name Bob Ladron.

Matthew claims they
only met one time.

All communication after
that was through email.

Okay.

Mystery man, laundering millions
of dollars of his own money.

Who is this Bob?

And why choose some random
contractor in Halifax?

I really believed in him, Mark.

He's got a wife

and kid.

But now I'm wondering
if I misjudged him.

He's about to start
a two year sentence

as part of the agreement.

I mean, it could be
he's trying to flee.

But dragging his family
with him is weird.

I should talk to him-

see how he explains his
sudden departure to St. John's.

Careful, though, right?

I mean, if he is fleeing-

you could spook him.

And if not-

he could be a

very different guy

than he's letting on.

He's my client.

I have an obligation to
let him know the risks

of what he's doing.

Good point, but I may have
Jesse look into him as well-

just for safety.

Okay, thanks.

Sure.

Mmm.

Did you get the tox report back

on the victim?

Not yet.

The autopsy is under way.

But I can confirm the rag
tested positive for chloroform.

Any idea where they got it?

Well, it's usually distributed
through chemical suppliers.

But you need
credentials to buy it.

Unless-

it's stolen.

Made at home-

using acetone and bleach-

or order it on the dark web.

What's this?

Doorbell cam footage
from down the street

caught our suspects.

Check out our lady in pink.

I recognize that evidence

from the crime scene.

She's carrying
the ugly stick in.

Not there on the way back.

Right- and check
out Santa pants.

Seems like he's got something
over his shoulder

that wasn't there before.

Hmm.

Everything points to this
being a targeted robbery.

But the neighbour thought
that Ellie may have just sold

whatever used to be

on her mantel.

Well, I found her expired posts

on the buy and sell page.

Here's an ad for
an antique vase.

Yeah.

Look at the clock
right next to it.

That's definitely
what was missing

from the victim's mantel.

Look, it's in the same place-

and the same shape
as the outline

left in the dust.

Seems like a lot
of trouble to go through

for an old clock-

How much could it

possibly be worth?

20 thousand dollars

at least.

Likely crafted for Russian
royalty, pre-revolution.

Late 1800s.

It's a lovely piece!

Mom?

What are you doing here?

I thought you had work

right up till Christmas!

Well, all my meetings
were online.

So I just thought I'd fly
over and surprise you!

There's a lot of
that going around!

Okay, guys, I know
you've met virtually-

But this is my mother, Paige!

Joe, Jesse, Mark.

And of course-

you know Rex.

It's so nice to meet
you all face to face.

Likewise, but do you really

think that this old clock
is worth that much?

Oh, yes, absolutely.

The ornate design.

Signature styling.

It's a Fabergé.

Why would a clock

that expensive just be sitting
on a mantel in St. John's?

Oh, families pass things down.

People buy things
at garage sales.

There's all sorts
of antique treasures

in attics just waiting
to be discovered-

if you know what to look for.

So it's possible that
they spotted the clock

on the buy and sell sites-

and then targeted the house.

Which begs the question whether
this is a one-off robbery-

or if they'll use the mum me ring
season to strike again.

You know, it might be worth
checking the old posts-

on the buy and sell websites.

Can I help?

I may be able to pick out
the high value items.

Are you sure, Mom?

Because I can take

some time.

We can grab lunch!

Don't be silly.

I didn't expect you
to just drop everything

because I arrived.

We can catch up later.

Please!

Lead the way!

This way!

We'll set you up

in the briefing room.
Thank you.

Oh.

The autopsy report's in.

Let me know if there's
anything interesting, yeah?

Okay.

Jesse, I need a favour.

Yeah.

Can you run a few checks on
a contractor out of Halifax-

Matthew Flanagan-?

As well as an international
criminal who goes by

Bob Ladron?

Okay.

You think they're
connected to the case?

No, it's the man Laura saw
with you who shouldn't be here.

But for our case-

you want to bring up the
ugly stick from evidence?

Yeah.

Are you able to track down

where this thing was purchased?

Yeah, on it.

Okay.

Yes.

No, I know.

I understand.

Yes.

I got it.

Laura?

What are you doing here?

I have the same
question for you.

I think maybe we should talk.

I know how it might look,
suddenly leaving Halifax, but-

this is a family vacation.

You have to admit, the timing's

a little suspicious.

I used to come here all the time

as a boy to visit
my grandfather.

I remember how beautiful
everything was, and-

I would tell my daughter Cooper
stories about it all the time.

She loves hearing
about this place.

I just wanted to give Cooper
a magical Christmas before uh-

you go to prison.

She's going to be
12 when I get out.

Matthew, I believe you.

But as your lawyer, I
have to advise you

that failing to surrender
is a very serious offence.

You don't have to worry.

I know what I'm doing.

Hey.

Pumpkin spice latte.

Jesse's own recipe.

If you can get past

the chalkiness, it's
actually pretty good.

Oh, thanks.

Sorry to drag you
into another case.

And at Christmas, no less.

It's fine.

That poor woman.

I'm just glad I'm able to help.

Plus, I get to spend
more time with you.

Oh, I had so many
outings planned.

Now it's your turn.

Do you remember that Christmas
we spent in Chicago?

You were in high school.

All you wanted to do was
check out the Field Museum.

There was a temporary
forensics exhibit.

But I was juggling
calls and deadlines, and-

I rushed you through it.

Oh, Mom.

I understood.

And I understand now.

Thanks, Mom.

Mmphh!

This this pumpkin?

Yeah.

It's very interesting.

Yeah, I know.

So, have you found anything yet?

No, not yet.

Seems a lot of people think

that antique means
rusted farm tools.

Oh!

Wait-hold on!

What is it?

Could be a hidden gem.

Okay, where are we at?

I found the street vendor
who sold the ugly stick.

Jesse's just grabbing some
nearby security footage.

There's an ATM camera
looking right at him.

See the ugly stick
sitting on the table?

Okay, still there.

Still there.

Okay, wait.

That blonde woman
is looking at it.

The vendor picks it up for her.

And now she's gone.

And so is the stick.

Jesse, can you get

a clear image of her from that?

Mm-hmm.

She might be one of the mummers

who attacked Ellie.

Just over this way.

Okay!

There she is.

Jesse.

Distribute that please.

You got it.

We found another
potential target.

Actually, Mom did.

Uh, we just sent it to you.

Oh great!

So it's something the
mummers might want to steal?

A Roman

coin collection!

Nice!

But counterintuitively-
Roman coins are

practically worthless.

It's because of their
immense abundance.

That's a result of their
long minting periods

and large-scale distribution.

Exactly right, Jesse.

But the gold coin

in the second row-

that one there-

That one's worth a fortune.

What makes it so special?

The image is double struck.

Right again.

The malleus- or the hammer-

struck the coin
twice by mistake.

Minting errors like that
make collectors

go crazy.

How crazy?

25 to 30 thousand
dollars at auction.

And here's the kicker.

The collector's house
is in the middle

of the mummer route
happening tonight.

I'm on it.

If these mummers try anything-

I will have uniforms
on the inside.

And believe me.

They will not be serving punch.

Sounds good.

Rex and I will join the walk.

He knows the whole
gang by scent.

Let's stop these mummers

before they double-strike.

Mmm.

Anyone have

a costume I can borrow?

Oh, yeah.

I thought you'd never ask.

Okay.

Laura.

Everything okay?

I spoke to Matthew.

He said he came to Newfoundland

to give his daughter
a magical Christmas.

I mean, he is just about
to start a prison sentence.

Yeah, but-

there was something
about his manner.

And he was talking on
the phone, agitated.

So how do you feel about
staying at an old inn

for a night or two?

Pet friendly.

You want to spend Christmas
staking out a client?

I'm sorry, Mark.

What's up?

Well, I'm worried.

And we've got your back.

Rex and I will see you
there right after shift.

Won't we, Rex?

You guys are the best.

Yeah, we've just got a bit
of a mummer hunt first.

Here you go.

You got that?

Okay, Rex.

Go track 'em!

Socks on my hands.

Mitts on my feet.

I don't know, Jesse.

We're all set

at the target house
with the Roman coins.

Uniforms are
waiting inside, but-

there's no sign of
the thieves yet, Mark.

Over here at the park-

Rex is searching,
but no hits yet.

Wait wait wait.

I think he's got something.

We're standing by.

Let us know

if you need backup.

SJPD!

Lady in the pink-

housecoat!

Stay where you-!

We're in pursuit of the suspect!

Rex is flanking right!

Headed to the deserted
end of the park!

You're under arrest

for the murder of Ellie Hughes.

Murder?

I didn't murder anyone!

The woman whose house
you broke into last night?

She died of
chloroform poisoning.

Oh my God!

Caught the female mummer.

But her two partners
are not with her.

Well there's

no sign of them at the house

with the coin collection either.

Could we have got
the next target wrong?

They might be
striking somewhere else.

You sure this
is the right address?

Mummer 2: Of
course I'm sure!

Mummer 2: Evening b'y!

Any mummers allowed in?

Oh, uh-

I heard the alert
saying not to, so-

No, no!

Help!

Mummer 2: Get in here!

No, help!

Angel, we need you
to tell us the truth.

I swear.

I didn't know anyone
was going to get hurt.

I was surprised when he
put the rag in her face.

I wanted to call 911.

But he just wouldn't let me.

Who's he?

Nicky.

The man in the
Santa pants is Nicky?

I don't even know if
that's his real name.

So how did you get
involved with him?

I was told Nicky
wanted a girl along

so the lady would be at ease.

Uh-all in the
name of fun, right?

Yes, of course.

Come on in.

You have to believe me.

I never would have
done it if I had known.

There was another mummer attack

last night, Angel.

An elderly man was assaulted-

sent to hospital.

I'm so sorry!

Do you have any idea where we

can find Nicky?

No.

Okay, how about

the mummer in the gumboots?

Tell me who he is.

Angel.

You need to protect
yourself now.

Okay?

Anyone who got you into this-

they weren't looking
out for you.

You don't know that.

Then why did they set you up

at the mummers' walk?

I think they sent you there

to take the fall.

No!

No, he wouldn't do that!

He cares about me.

Who cares about you?

Nicky?

Or the mummer in the gumboots?

I want to go back to my cell.

I don't have anything
else to say.

Okay.

What do we know about her?

Her name's Angel Harlow.

22 years old.

Born here in
St. John's.

She spent her early years

with her birth mother-

then was placed in foster care.

Clean record until now.

She doesn't seem

like the mastermind
behind all this.

Uh, that'd be Nicky.

What do we know about
last night's robbery?

It took place three blocks
away from our stakeout.

So Nicky must have thought twice

before trying to hide
in the mummers' walk.

Excuse me, guys.

I've got to take this.

Donovan.

Okay, so-

The mummers got away with this.

Italian, early 19th century.

Sarah's mom said
that that necklace

can go for at least 60 K.

Oh!

Yeah.

Okay, well, the question is-

how do we find them?

We should contact
Angel's social worker.

Might tell us who
she's protecting.

That was the mayor.

I quote.

These guys are using a time-
honoured Christmas tradition

to assault and kill
members of our community.

You need to solve this-

pronto.

Copy.

Mark.

By the way-

I dug up that information that
you wanted on Matthew, um-

Uh, Sarah knows.

Okay-Matthew Flanagan.

The guy that he
sold the houses to-

Bob Ladron-

is definitely using
an alias, but-

I pulled up the

surveillance photo

of the two of them
meeting up in Halifax.

Didn't get a good angle
for Bob's face, unfortunately.

Laura said they only
had the one meeting.

Anything else on him?

Not much.

But I was able to
trace the wire transfer

that Matthew received.

It originated in Monaco.

And it came from a personal
account, not a business.

So Matthew's solo mystery
man story is true.

Yeah, seems like it.

And he did have family here.

His grandfather,
Malcolm Flanagan-

lived in St. John's
until he died

in 1995.

Okay thanks, Jesse.

Dig a little deeper into the
bank account in Monaco.

If we can see some
other wire transfers-

maybe we can
learn Bob's location

or figure out his particular
flavour of crime.

Follow

the money, as they say.

I'll pass these on to
Laura tonight at the inn.

Oh, no, I can-

I can do it.

I can do it because-

I'm on lunch break

anyways - so I'll
head to the inn.

I really don't mind.

Okay, I'm going to go do it.

All right, excuse me.

Anyone else feel like the inn
is calling him for some reason?

I'm guessing it's not
the complimentary Wi-Fi.

♪ Hoping he'll grant
all their wishes ♪

♪ I think that this
feeling is Christmas ♪

♪ Snow covered trees

Oh, Jesse!

You're back!

Hey!

Uh, I'm looking for Laura Haver.

I have some information for her.

She just left, I think.

Oh she did, huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

What about Matthew Flanagan?

Is he here?

He left right before her.

He did.

Mm-hmm.

I think.

Okay!

Uh, well-

I guess I'll
just, uh.-

I guess I'll head back
to the station.

See ya.

Uh-

Jesse!

I was wondering if you
want to come by tonight

for a get-together

we're having in
honour of Tibb's Eve.

All the guests will-

Tibb's Eve?

You know about Tibb's Eve-?

The unofficial start to the
festive season in Newfoundland-

named after Saint Tibb-

the comic relief character
from the 17th century plays-?

Which later evolved
into the term Tibb's Eve-

originally a kind
of joke meaning-

the day that never comes.

Oh, that's-

Wow!

That's incredible.

Well done.

Uh-

Tibb's Eve is-

Tomorrow night, I know.

But I gave most of
the staff the night off.

So we're celebrating early.

Tibb's Eve Eve.

Um, and you can bring the rest

of the team-

or a girlfriend.

No.

No no.

I don't have a girlfriend, no.

Oh.

No.

I will be there.

-That sounds great.
-Amazing.

And uh, can you

maybe let Laura know
that I'm looking for her?

Absolutely.

Okay.

Okay, I will see you Tibb's Eve.

Eve.

Eve.

Tibb's Eve Eve.

Matthew, what are you doing?

Oh!

I talked with the social worker.

She said Angel's been working
at that Christmas tree farm

just outside of town.

Sounds like it's
time for Rex and me

to go Christmas tree shopping.

Mind if I ask
you a few questions?

Happy to help.

Okay, great.

I'm wondering if you
could tell me something

about one of your workers here?

A young blonde lady.

Oh, yeah.

Angel.

Sure.

Missed her last few shifts.

Yeah?

I was hoping to talk to
someone who might know her.

Well, that's Kevin.

She's shy-

with everyone else.

Kevin?

Her brother.

Any idea how I might
get ahold of Kevin?

Sure, no problem.

Kevin!

Yeah.

Cops want to talk to you.

Gumboots mummer, I presume.

Up you get.

Two mummers down.

One to go.

Nice work, Rex.

Turns out Gumboots

is Angel's long-lost

foster brother, Kevin.

So no wonder she
was protecting him.

He's probably the
only family she has.

According to Jesse-

he's got a pretty hefty record.

Break and enter, possession.

Was he willing to give up Nicky?

Uh, not yet.

But I'm hoping he'll be

a little more talkative
in an interrogation.

Laura.

Hey, Laura.

Rex, let's go.

Everything okay?

I'm fine.

Matthew, on the other hand-

just took delivery of
a suspicious package

on a rundown street.

A banker's box.

And then Matthew handed over

what looked like an
envelope of cash.

It looks like I read
this guy wrong, Mark.

I thought he was
trying to flee, but-

maybe he is tied up
in something more.

Well, everything Jesse
has found so far

validates his story.

But I agree.

The box and the cash
sound suspicious.

Why don't we talk
with him again-

but this time together?

So much for his family's
magical Christmas in St. John's.

Yeah.

Where's my sister?

Is she okay?

Angel's fine.

But she's, uh-

She's facing some pretty serious
charges, thanks to you.

Breaking and entering, theft-

and accessory to murder.

Uh, all in the
name of fun, right?

Yes, of course.

Come on in.

It wasn't supposed
to go down like that.

What about the man you
assaulted last night?

That was Nicky, not me!

And Angel wasn't even there.

Yeah, because

you set her up to take the fall.

Let her go to the
mummers' walk alone.

No, I was trying to protect her.

I wanted Nicky to see that
we could do it without her.

Well, she's still

a participant in the first
home invasion, Kevin.

She's culpable.

All Angel wanted was
to go to school

and become a pastry chef.

I just thought I could-

help get her the money.

Kevin.

If you really want
to help your sister-

you need to tell us everything
you know about Nicky.

Fine.

I'll tell you what I know.

But first, we make a deal.

And whatever you're
going to give to me-

you're going to give
to Angel instead.

Happy to repor t.

Angel's brother gave
up the ringleader.

Pour a big one for the missus!

So this is Nicky.

AKA

Nicholas Budgeon.

Record as long as your arm.

Burglary, assault.

Let's find him-

and add murder to that
list of accomplishments.

Yeah, I mean, Kevin

didn't know where
Nicky was living

but said his dad
owned a pawn shop.

That's where he got
his insider knowledge

for spotting expensive antiques.

Yeah.

There's a pawn shop
on Empire Avenue

owned by Owen Budgen.

But it closed last August.

Okay, where's Owen now?

Mount Pleasant Cemetery.

Oh.

He died three years ago.

Apparently, he left his
business to his son

Edward Nicholas Budgen-

who promptly ran it
into the ground.

I've got to check in
with Laura first.

But keep on it, Jesse-

while I go talk to
a man about a box.

Matthew.

SJPD.

We'd like a few words.

What's this about, Laura?

It's about whatever's in
the back of your SUV.

I followed you.

Matthew.

You what?

I needed

to reassure myself that
you weren't going to flee.

I saw you making that deal.

I don't believe this.

Can you open it-

Matthew?

Or I'll open it myself.

Fine.

No problem.

But promise me you'll
keep this from my family.

They don't know
anything about this.

Come here!

Oh!

You were buying a puppy
from a man in a van?

From a breeder who
drove in out of town.

Just picked a spot close
to his sister's house.

And sent me a pin.

A pretty spontaneous purchase

for a last minute
trip on Christmas.

Planned it before we came.

Cooper always wanted a dog.

And I'm going to give it to
her tonight at the party.

Holly here is going to help keep
her company while I'm gone.

That's-

very sweet.

Rex.

Meet Holly!

Holly, meet-

Yeah.

Ohh!

Yes, you like each other.

Better get her in
out of this cold-

if that's okay.

Hoping there's one more room

in the inn where I can keep her

till tonight.

Here.

I guess you read
him right after all.

Sarah, wait up.

I did more digging into Nicky.

It turns out he inherited
a second property.

This old house

on a dead end street.

Oh, why didn't it come up
in your original search?

Apparently, it was repossessed
and foreclosed.

It's just sitting
there, abandoned.

Doesn't look
completely abandoned.

So you think this is
where Nicky-Santa Pants

might be hiding?

Cops have dropped by multiple
times for noise complaints

over the last two years.

Sounds like a squat.

Okay, send the address to Mark.

And notify the TAC team.

This is our new target.

Let's see if we find
our Secret Santa.

Stay alert.

♪ Whisky whisky, Nancy whisky

Hey.

Everything okay with Laura?

Oh, yeah.

All good.

Apparently-

Matthew slipped out
of the inn in a rush

to buy a puppy

named Holly.

And Rex

loves her.

His story checked out.

The breeder confirmed.

Okay!

What are we looking at here?

Some kind of holiday
party inside.

Tactical team

is five minutes away.

They'll help us flush
out the revellers.

Thank you!

Nicky!

♪ Whisky whisky

♪ Nancy whisky

♪ Whisky whisky Nancy-O

Or Christmas could come early.

Yeah.

What are ya at there, skipper?

SJPD.

Hands behind your back.

Let's go.

Aaghh!!

Get off me, you mangy mutt!

Hey stop!

I didn't do anything!

So this is Nicky.

I would think so.

And I'm guessing

this will match the chloroform
that killed Ellie Hughes.

You know, I always wanted
to catch Santa in the act.

But this is, uh-

much sweeter.

Come on, you.

♪ The winter comes
on way too fast ♪

I wanted you to know-

your brother really
stood up for you.

He did?

He never should have got
you involved in all this, but-

It was my decision.

It's on me.

Well, I'm glad to
hear you say that.

Kevin's fighting for you.

And I will, too.

But you've got to start
making the choices

that will keep you
out of trouble.

Yeah.

I know.

I got a judge to release you

to a group home
for the holidays.

It's the best we can do.

But-

at least you won't be alone.

I don't feel alone.

Kind of for the first time ever.

You said Jesse made this?

Mmm.

It's good but it's-

a little chalky.

Chalky.

-Bingo.
-Yeah.

Mmm.

Hey guys!

Ooh!

You like the lattes?

Mmm!

-Very nice, right?
-Mmm!

The lab results came back.

Turns out the chloroform
found in Nicky's pocket

is from the same batch
that killed Ellie Hughes.

Yeah, old Saint Nicky's
going away for a while.

And-

forensics recovered the

stolen clock and the emerald
necklace from the warehouse.

So they are going to be
returned back to the owners-

as well as Ellie's next of kin.

That's a great job.

The mayor will be thrilled.

Just in time

for Tibb's Eve Eve.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Yeah.

Right?

Oh, by the way, Mark-

Mmm.

These are a couple more

transactions from
the bank in Monaco.

Check out the highlighted bit.

Oh, that's the Laura thing.

Right?

Yeah.

Okay, another 20 K transaction.

But this time
to St. John's.

Yeah.

Once again, suspicious.

And that was from just days ago.

So it could mean Bob is
right here in the city.

It might explain who
Matthew's been talking to.

I'll ask him about it
at the party tonight.

And also Sarah and
Paige will be there, too.

Okay!

So what are we wearing?

Are we going to go
festive casual or-

Christmas cocktail?

I just want

to make a good impression-

you know, of the police-

for the guests.

You guys want a top up?

No.

-I've got a lot.
-Yeah.

It's very sweet.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

It sure is!

Guys, who wants
some pumpkin spice?

It's good!

Well this is absolutely lovely.

Yeah, and she did everything!

Now, this is the kind

of Newfoundland tradition

I was hoping to share with you.

This is-

my favourite time of year!

I think it's hers too!

So what happens on Tibb's Eve?

I'm not exactly sure.

But it involves
a lot of alcohol.

Looks like

there's a party going on.

What do you want
me to steal anyway?

I don't care, just-

make it look like one of
those mummer robbers

all over the news.

And Oliver!

He can't walk out
of there alive.

You got it, Bob.

You can count on me.

Oh, here he comes.

I think I can guess
what's in the box!

She looks so much like you!

It's amazing.

That's very nice.

In the eyes, for sure!

You okay in there, Holly?

Cooper, honey, your father
has something for you.

Uh, no no-

Don't ruin

the surprise!

Here you go, sweetie.

Nobody move!

Cooper, stay back!

Take it easy!
Get back!

Just drop the gun.

Nobody gets hurt-

if you do everything
I tell you to do!

Easy Rex, easy buddy.

Keep your dog back

or I start shooting!

I think you may have
picked the wrong inn

for a shakedown, my friend.

Why don't you step back?

There are five police officers
here so why don't you

just lower your gun?

-Get back!
-Okay.

Okay.

Okay.
Careful, Jesse!

Step back!

Lower your weapon.

Give me the box.

Hold.

You don't understand.

Just-

give me the box!

Let's think about this.

Matthew, do as he says!

You got him?

Oh my God, is he okay?

He's still breathing.

-Jesse let's go!
-I'll call EMS-go!

Rex, wait for us!

Jesse!

Matthew, stay with me.

This is Joe Donovan, SJPD!

I need a bus to 5576
Gravenhurst Way right away!

Rex!

Who'd shoot somebody
for a puppy?

It wasn't about
taking the puppy.

It was about shooting Matthew.

This was a targeted hit.