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Aw!

One skating party a year
and the Zamboni has to break down.

Well, you know.

First we can't sled
'cause we got no snow.

Now we can't even skate.

Well, Santa's
coming tomorrow, Zack.

"You better not pout."

Oh, yeah!

I promised my brothers
I'd bake cookies.

Kim.

Come on, Billy.

I can't stand it anymore.
I can't.

I don't know.

It's Christmas.

♪ He sees you
when you're sleeping ♪

♪ He knows when you're awake ♪

♪ He knows if you've been
bad or good ♪

♪ So be good
for goodness sake ♪

- Billy.
- I'm going to explode.

Not here. Upstairs.

Let's ambush Kimberly
with Jingle Bells.

Yeah!

All right! Yeah!

She'll love that.

We'll teach her
to miss a skating party.

(SHUSHING)

I don't smell cookies.

She's probably upstairs.

I knew she wouldn't do it.

She said she was staying home
to make cookies.

Do you see any cookies?
Never mind. Never mind.

(JIMMY SHUSHING)

Don't clomp
on the steps so loud.

She's got her headphones on.

When she should be
making cookies.

Okay, okay, ready?
"Dashing through the snow."

One, two.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

♪ Dashing through the snow ♪

♪ In a one horse
open sleigh ♪

KIMBERLY: Get out.

JILL: Oh, God.

- Get out.
- JIMMY: What are you doing?

- MATTHEW: I know what they're doing.
- Oh, God.

- Get out.
- What are you doing?

That was Billy O'Connell.

Get out!

JILL: Oh, Kimberly.

You come back here,
young man! Freeze!

Damn it.

KIMBERLY: Get out!

That was sex.

- You can't call off Christmas.
- Well, I am calling it off.

- And get rid of this tree.
- Don't be ridiculous.

You can't cancel a holiday
just because your daughter had sex.

Oh, yes, I can.
I'm going to Chicago.

Lydia's staying at the Drake.

Oh, no.
You're not going anywhere.

That was an invasion
of my privacy.

This is my house!

And I'm leaving it.
Our house, Jimmy!

- And don't you dare throw...
- You come sneaking up the hallway...

- ...that constitutional crap...
- ...charging into my room!

...in my face while
you're having sex!

- What right...
- Hey! Hey!

You are grounded
until you're 30.

I am not staying here at all.

All right,
that is enough, both of you.

We're going to talk
about this like mature adults.

She is not an adult.
She is 16 years old.

She's underage.
She's a minor.

Could you take me to Chicago?

No, we are going to handle this
in a mature way.

Now, Kimberly, your father has expressed
some reasonable concerns.

I want you to give her
a medical examination,

see if she's pregnant.

- Jimmy.
- What?

And you are grounded forever,
and Christmas is canceled forever!

Oh, honey.

I am calling Lydia.

This is the most
asinine thing

I've ever heard
of in my life.

Just following orders,
Mr. O'Connell.

What the hell are you doing?

KENNY:
Let's get his prints, Max.

He's 19. He had intercourse
with a 16-year-old.

A minor. It's a crime.

You get his rights?

Yes.

You've got to be kidding.

Douglas Wambaugh,
representing the statutory rapist.

Get out of here.
This man is my client.

You thought she was 18.

Get the hell out of here.

Jimmy, we've spent
Thanksgiving together.

Got a Santa Claus passing out
stolen merchandise outside of Bolduck's.

Mary Stokes got a VCR.

Kenny, put him in the cell.

Maxine,
pick up the Santa Claus.

This way.

Here, give him my card.

Out!

DOUGLAS: These things happen.

Not to worry. I'm very good.

Are you serious?
He had him arrested?

I'm sorry.
I've never seen him this crazy mad.

It's gonna be in the paper.

The Herald
publishes all the arrests.

I'm gonna be
the new graffiti queen.

Look, Kim, since you're the victim,
I gotta take your statement.

I consented!

I know that,
but that doesn't make any difference.

You're underage.

The only question is,
did you...

Never mind, Kenny,
the charges will be dropped.

- Well, Jimmy insisted that I...
- Kenny?

The charges will be dropped.

You go back to the station.
You tell that Sheriff

that if he wants a statement
from his daughter,

he comes to get it himself.

No need to worry.

I'm very good at penile cases.

- My brother-in-law's a mohel.
- A what?

A mohel.
He does circumcisions.

Very reasonable.

Has malpractice insurance.

He's got
a two-inch deductible.

(DOUGLAS LAUGHING)

Come on,
a little genital humor.

It'll loosen up the jury.

- Let's get on with this.
- Okay.

It is very much
strict liability.

I think that the best way
to proceed with this case

is simply to discourage
the prosecution.

Of this,
it'll be very easy.

You don't think that the Sheriff

would want to take his daughter

through a public spectacle, inviting...

What's the matter?

Come on,
it's going to be okay, son.

It'll be okay.

I'll make it go away.
You can trust me.

How can I trust you?

You tell us
you're staying home

from the skating party
to make cookies.

Talk about trust,

how about the Pearl Harbor invasion
into my room?

We were just coming in
to sing Jingle Bells, Kimberly.

We didn't expect to see
Billy's red-nosed reindeer.

(KIMBERLY EXCLAIMING)

You told me! You told me my private life
was my business.

You brought it
into this house.

That's not fair
to your father and me.

Do you have any idea
how upset your brothers are?

Matthew can handle
it maybe, but Zack...

He's only seven
years old, Kimberly.

ZACK: And they were
in bed like this.

Oh, yes, that's sex.
They were having sex.

It's very bad.

It is?
Naked, nude sex.

Yes, it's very bad.

Why?

Well, you should never
be completely naked,

except when taking a bath.

A friend of my aunt sat naked
on a toilet seat once,

and she had twins.

And it was a public restroom,

so she doesn't even know
who the father is.

Name?

Kris Kringle.

Look, I've seen
Miracle on 34th Street.

It's one of my favorite movies.

But this is real life.

What's your true name?

Here's my driver's license,
my social security card,

and the
American Express card.

Yeah, well,
you didn't use your American Express card

to buy all this stuff
you were passing out.

You stole it.

Now, who are you?

Kris Kringle.

Okay, Mr. Claus.

Let me show you to your cell.

Okay?

If I send a deputy to question somebody,
you don't tell him...

You are out of your mind,
having that boy arrested, Jimmy, when...

The boy is 19 years old.

There was a crime.
I have a duty as a sheriff.

It's Christmas Eve,
for God's sake.

You've humiliated your daughter.

She humiliated herself.

And where is she, by the way?

She went out.

Jill, I told you not to let her
leave this house.

Well, I have a hot flash
for you, honey.

I can't control her.

What is this?
You don't lock your doors?

No wonder strays
are coming in to copulate.

Lydia.
Oh, no.

All this talk
about Rome, Wisconsin,

being a great place
for impressionable teenagers.

Hi, Jill. How you doing?

You tell the judge
that you're going to provide her

with a stable environment.

What are you doing here?

What any good mother
should be doing.

I'm here to rescue her
from your militaristic Nazi discipline.

I'm here to save her from the evil
stepmother's passive-aggressiveness.

Lucky for you,
I was in Chicago.

Kimberly, come down here
and kiss your mother.

She's not here at the moment.

She sort of ran away.

Oh, well, she'll be back.
She told me to meet her here.

Listen,
do you have any Epsom salts?

My feet are in agony.

I don't have any.

Oh, you're not going to be
at all cooperative, are you?

(SIGHING)

You don't think it would be better
to stay in a hotel?

No. Do you?
Don't start with me, Lydia.

We have a serious problem here,
and your sarcasm does not...

The problem here is that we have a home
with two working parents

more committed
to careers than parenting.

I don't think
parenting is the issue.

As a matter of fact,
your influence is the problem here.

- Jill...
- Hey, she took her shot.

- Let me take my shot.
- I don't think...

Let her talk, Jim. I like parity.

Kimberly spends
a lot of time with you,

and studies show that when a single parent
frequently dates,

the sexual debut of the teenager
is likely to be more...

This is your approach?
Psychobabble?

Hey, you know,
you can disparage me

with Jimmy on the phone
if you want to,

and with Kimberly
when she comes to visit you.

- I have no control over that.
- I have never disparaged you.

But when you come in my house,
you show me some respect.

Oh, like the respect you afforded me
when he was my husband?

- See? I knew she'd bring that up.
- Okay.

- I knew she'd say that.
- Okay, all right.

- I did not break up that marriage.
- All right, all right.

You were already separated at the time.
I want her in a hotel, Jimmy.

Cut it out. Cut it out.
Now, the both of you, this has...

Whatever happened
to Kimberly,

it has nothing to do
with the two of you.

Well, you got that right.
It's got to do with the two of you.

And mostly you.

Me?

She's rebelling.

She's in a moral prison here.

She's stuck in a small town,
daughter of the town sheriff, town doctor,

and she's got all these expectations
of goodness strangling her,

and you, Jimmy, forgive me,

but you have always been a tortured,
repressed philanthropist

enslaved by your own
sense of morality,

and if you impose
even a fraction

of the self-righteousness
on her

that you do yourself,
no wonder she's choking.

Is there nothing to eat?

Jimmy, if you don't mind,

I'd like to be blunt
because I feel we're close.

What?

You're an idiot.

That's it?

Statutory rape is an endangered law.

I don't care
if it's on the books,

but I could win
this appeal easy.

Good for you.

The courts have already
knocked down

a law requiring
parental consent

for teenagers
to have an abortion.

If a minor can legally
consent to an abortion,

what follows is their capacity
to consent to intercourse.

Trust me, Jimmy, the first appeals court
gets a hold of this issue,

they will squash this statutory-rape law
like an amputee grasshopper.

My mother thinks
she can convince

my father
to drop the charges.

Yeah, that's what
Wambaugh thinks, too.

I can't believe this.

- Well, did you tell Wambaugh that...
- What?

- You know, that you never...
- No.

This whole thing
is embarrassing enough, Kim.

I don't need people
finding out I got arrested

for doing something
I couldn't even manage to do.

It was my fault, wasn't it?

I wasn't excited enough.

I mean, in my mind,
I was excited.

Kimberly, you were fine.
It was me.

I think being in your bed
just made me a little nervous.

Everything was working fine
in the kitchen,

but, I don't know,
when we got upstairs...

It's because
I froze up a little.

You just lost interest.

I didn't lose interest.

I just got a little nervous.

I'm very attracted to you.

I just got a little scared.

- I'm not doing this case.
- You'll do what I tell you, Deputy.

- Kimberly's a friend of mine...
- I don't give a damn.

She's 16.
A law has been broken.

She's been going on 30
since she was 12.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?
- Come on, Jimmy.

She's more sophisticated
than half the adults in this town.

I don't know nothing
about how sexually active she is,

but she ain't naive,
she's nobody's victim,

and I doubt they made
that law with her in mind.

They wrote that law
for 16-year-olds

because they're too young
to have intercourse, clear and simple.

It's not discretionary.

I'm off this case.

Kenny. Kenny.

Hi, Dad.

Zachary, what...

We're here
to see Santa Claus.

Excuse me, kids.
Sorry. Excuse me. Let me through.

Maxine, this guy could be dangerous.
I don't...

(CHILDREN MURMURING)

Why is Ginny on his lap?

Computer turned up
nothing on the guy.

No identity, no record.

Driver's license and credit cards
were phonies.

Why is Ginny on his lap?

She's reading his palm.

She may be able to help
figure out who this guy is.

Well, we know he's a thief.

He also may be
either pathological,

or he's got
a mental disorder.

Now, get these kids
out of here now.

Scrooge.

What?

Come on.

(CHILDREN MUTTERING)

Okay,
I thought it would be great

if we could,
you know, girl-talk.

Well, I had sex.

There's not much more
to talk about.

Oh, come on, honey.
Jill's reaching out here.

Don't slap her away.

You know, she's sensitive
about being your stepmother,

and you have to be
sensitive to that.

I'm not sensitive to that,
nor do I have any reason to be.

- All right.
- Okay.

Why don't we just
cut to the chase a bit,

and then I'll take you
shopping, baby?

What gives?
Last time we talked,

you said you were
terrified of intercourse.

You said that, honey?

I don't really want
to talk about this.

Well, you felt that you wanted
to talk about it with Lydia.

Why wouldn't you
share that with me?

Perhaps it was a weekend.

What would that
have to do with it?

Well, it's just
I know when you decide

to have frank sexual discussions
with your stepdaughter,

you like to summon her
to your medical office

- where you feel more comfortable.
- That's not true, Lydia.

Perhaps being able
to guise the dialogue

in clinical terms
makes you less inhibited.

I'm not inhibited!
I can talk about sex

at home as well
as in the office!

What a sympathetic tone.
It's such a wonder

- Kimberly can't open up to you.
- Lydia, come on.

- She opens up to me just fine.
- Guys, come on.

Do you speak to your natural children
like this?

You get the hell
out of my house!

I am not gonna leave. Guys.

Who do you think you are...

I'm just going to walk out!

Lydia! Mom! Hey! Stop it!

KIMBERLY: Okay.

The two of you in this room
at the same time is obviously not working,

so let's just take this
one at a time.

Fine. Fine. I think
that's just fine. Me first.

No, actually,
you have gone first already,

so let me just talk to Lydia.

Okay.

Shouldn't you be having this conversation
with your daughter?

I'm having it with you.

And since I decide whether
to prosecute you or not,

you'd be wise to cooperate.

Now, I repeat,

was that the first time?

No.

About four months ago,
we made love.

Once every four months.

They might as well be married.

Doug,
listen to me very carefully.

You open your mouth again,
and I will shoot you.

Proceed.

Four months?

Afterwards, she said...

She said she felt guilty
and that she didn't feel ready,

so we haven't
done it since that.

I went all through
Kimberly's room.

I went through her trash.

Unconstitutional.

Proceed.

I found no evidence
of condom wrappers.

Did you wear a condom?

I asked you a question.

No.

Why not?

Well, this may sound stupid,

but we're both afraid
to go into a drugstore and buy them.

Excuse me?

Well,
everybody knows Kimberly.

If she buys condoms,
word gets out,

the Sheriff's daughter
is having sex.

Everybody knows
I'm dating Kimberly,

and if I buy them,
well, word gets out,

the Sheriff's daughter
is having sex.

How long would it take
before word got back to you?

Not that there's
any reason to believe

that you wouldn't react rationally.

That one you deserve!

No offense,
Mr. Brock, but you

and the rest
of the school committee,

you're wrong not to let the high school
dispense condoms.

Kimberly and me
aren't the only kids that are afraid

to walk into a drugstore
and buy them.

It's just easier
for all of you to cover your eyes

and scream abstinence.

All right.

Here's how it is.

I'm not going to bring charges.

(SIGHING)

But you stay away
from Kimberly.

Don't you so much
as talk to her again.

Come on, Mr. Brock.

Billy, I warned you.

You stay away
from my daughter.

Look, we really don't
want to keep you in jail.

It's Christmas Eve.

I should hope not.

Millions of children
will be disappointed in the morning.

Tell us who you are
and where you're from,

or back in the cell you go.

My name is Kris Kringle.

Take him.

He's some sort of an artist.
Elongated fingers, fleshy palms,

strong Apollo mound.

Did you tell him
what you want for Christmas

when you were on his lap?

Stop being such a Grinch.

I'll tell you something.

There's been recent tragedy
in that man's life.

His fate line is all broken.

Something happened to him.

Probably something his daughter did.

So what do you mean,
you clench up?

I just... I don't know.

I'm fine all through, you know...

- Foreplay, yeah.
- Right.

No, thanks.

But then my mind goes to...

I start thinking,
"What if I'm terrible?

"Then he's not going to like me anymore
because I'm not experienced."

But then I start thinking,
"What if I'm too good?

"Then he won't like me
because I'm too experienced."

KIMBERLY ON WIRETAP:
It's all stupid because Billy knows me.

This is wrong, Matthew,
to bug your sister's room.

I'm very disappointed in you.
Turn it up a little bit.

I think it started...

- I want to hear.
- No, no way. Turn it up some more.

And then he just
sort of lost interest.

He went sort of...

Limp?

Not limp. Just less.

Well, listen, honey,
it sounds to me

like you both should
wait a little longer.

Maybe your body parts
are giving you a signal

that you're just, you know,
emotionally not there yet.

You really want to make love
with this guy, don't you?

Let me give you
just one little piece

of motherly advice,
all right?

Mmm-hmm.

Next time he's having trouble
getting excited, this is what you do.

LYDIA ON WIRETAP:
Listen, honey, it sounds to me...

- What?
- What?

Time's up. My turn.

- Hey.
- Mom.

You and I need
to have a talk,

and, boy, do you and I
need to have a talk.

But first, you,
in my room, please.

Get his picture distributed
through all the services.

MAXINE:
What are you thinking?

He doesn't fit
the bill for homeless.

He's got no record.

I guess Ginny could be right.

The man may have
suffered some trauma.

He's got
psychological amnesia.

Get his picture out,
will you?

Your son Matthew just called.
You better go home.

Why?

All hell has broken loose.

JILL: All right, all right.

Now, we've been doing this
little courtesy dance for 12 years now,

but our respective lifestyles
are starting to clash,

and I think it's
to the detriment of Kimberly.

Do you always talk
in complete sentences like that?

It's really amazing.

Would you knock that off?

You love to push my buttons.

You've made an Olympic sport
out of pushing my buttons.

Can we have one conversation
when you're not baiting me?

Fine.

On the condition that you don't gift-wrap
your little platitudes

in self-serving,
patronizing drivel.

Just give it to me straight
without the sugar.

Okay, you're promiscuous.

If you want to live
your life like that, that's just fine,

but the effect
that it's having on Kimberly...

Okay, time out, please.

Whatever things
we may invent to fight over,

how Kimberly has turned out
cannot be one of them.

She has turned out great.

The only thing arguable
is who deserves more credit,

and the answer
probably is you.

Don't you be nice to me.

I'm very upset with you.

Don't you dare be nice to me.

(SIGHING)

(SIGHING)

You know,

when my marriage
with Jimmy...

That's his name, Jimmy?

Yeah, I think. Jimmy.

Yeah.

When the marriage failed,

I was sure it was because
he couldn't handle my career.

You know, I was flying
from city to city

and entertaining clients
late night.

He claimed
he stopped loving me,

but I consoled myself

thinking that he just
couldn't handle my independence.

And what's he do?
He goes and falls in love with you,

an independent,
self-secure surgeon

with her own medical practice,

who is able to be there totally
for him and my daughter.

I have hated you
more than you'll ever know,

but not for
what you are, Jill.

It's for what I wasn't
and never will be.

I never hated you, Lydia.
I promise.

I prayed for your death
now and then, but...

That's not true.

(SIGHING)

Look, she belongs
to both of us, Jill.

Neither one of us
has an exclusive,

and as difficult
as that is for you to accept,

imagine what
it's like for me.

I carried her,
gave birth to her, nursed her,

and she calls you Mom.

You have no idea
how worried we've been.

Well, we're so glad
that you called.

We were hoping somebody
was going to claim him.

Sit down.

Four years ago,
my mother and brother

were killed
in a car accident.

Dad was driving.

He's never forgiven himself.

Kenny, would you
bring out Mr. Claus...

Or Mr. Ledeux?

Sorry.

Why does he think
he's Santa Claus?

The doctors say
it's something called

a psychogenic fugue.
It's this...

It happened
last Christmas, too.

It's this weird disorder
that makes...

He leaves home
and assumes this new identity,

forgetting completely
who he is.

I mean, why he picked Santa,
we don't know,

but the holidays were always pretty big
in our house,

so that could
be why, I guess.

It's 5:30.
There's just no way

that I can get around
the world now.

Well, maybe if I skip
the Persian Gulf this year.

KENNY: Good idea.

Daddy. Hi, Daddy.

No.
Hi, come on.

Let's go home.
It's Christmas Eve.

- The family's decorating the tree.
- No.

- Come on.
- No, no, look, I'm Santa Claus.

Yes, I'm Kris Kringle.

This happened before,
Daddy. Remember?

It's brought on by trauma.

I'm Nicole, your daughter.

Come on,
it's time to go home.

No.

Oh, no.

It's okay, Mr. Ledeux.
It's all right.

Just lean on me. Come on.

- Put your arms around me.
- All right!

- Hey!
- Daddy!

- I'm Santa.
- Drop the gun, Santa.

No.

Kenny! Don't you dare!
Do not shoot.

- Has he ever hurt anybody before?
- No.

- Okay, everybody out.
- Put down the gun.

I said, everybody out.
You stay. Stay.

I said, stay!

- Daddy.
- Now!

Oh, please,
do not call him "Daddy."

All right, everybody out.

Max.

Kenny, we've got
a hostage situation here. Now, you go.

I'll stay, and I'll talk him down.
I can take him from here.

- No!
- Kenny!

- Out!
- No! Now, please,

everybody, just stay calm.

Please exit.

We've been good parents,
all three of us.

We don't deserve
to be disappointed like this.

- Jimmy.
- Well...

It's a relief.
You know that? A relief.

I have spent my whole life
trying not to disappoint you,

both of you.

You two,
you're everybody's hero.

You do everything right.

Well, I can't live
up to that anymore.

I just can't.

Kimberly, nobody's asking you
to live up to anything.

I think maybe I should live with Lydia
for a while.

JILL: What?

You live here.

I need to get away.

You live here.

KENNY ON RADIO: Jimmy! Jimmy!

Yeah.

Santa's got Max's gun.

He's holding Max and Ginny hostage
at the station.

All right, I'm coming.

You live here, Kimberly.

Everybody's out
but Max and Ginny.

The guy's got a mental condition.

He lost his wife
and kid in a car accident.

He won't hurt them.
He has these outbursts,

but they don't last.
Who are you?

Nicole Ledeux.
This is his daughter.

I think we should wait him out a bit,
wait till sanity returns.

Whose?

You had to take
women hostages, didn't you?

This is so chauvinistic. Quiet.

I said to the both of you, quiet.

Don't antagonize him.

Okay, Ginny,

help me slide over
to my desk.

Why?

Because I've got
a hostage-negotiation handbook

right by my phone.

Why didn't you read it before?

(SIGHING)

It has nothing to do
with how much I love you.

You have to know that.

You can't walk out of this house
on Christmas Eve

and expect me to understand that, Kimberly.

Don't expect me
to understand that.

I...

(SIGHING)

There's just so many things
I'm afraid of,

and one of those things
is that I'm afraid

to tell you and Dad
what I'm afraid of,

(SIGHING)

if that makes any sense.

My baby.

How did this happen?
We were so close.

How did...

♪ Christmas,
Christmas time is near ♪

♪ Time for toys
and time for cheer ♪

Mr. Claus,

the first thing we need
is to establish a dialogue.

Why don't we begin
by you telling us your demands,

and then we can assess
the reasonableness

of said demands.

No. Now be quiet.

♪ We can hardly
stand the wait ♪

♪ Please Christmas,
don't be late ♪

Just pin it inside there.
He won't pick up, sir.

All right.

Test this thing out, see if it's working.

Testing, testing.

Yeah, it's working.
It's working.

Get on the bullhorn
and see if you can

get him to answer
the phone.

Tell him I'm coming in.

(CAR HONKING)

Jimmy.

Not now, Jill.

What are you doing?
Are you going in there?

The guy's not
really dangerous.

Now,
the situation's under control.

I'm going to go in
and get Ginny and Maxine out,

then I'm going to sit
with the guy through the night.

Through the night?
Through Christmas Eve night?

Honey, can't you send Kenny
or somebody?

You've got to talk
to Kimberly.

Jimmy.
He won't pick up, Jimmy.

Tell him I'm coming in, unarmed.

Jimmy.
Jill, please.

Jimmy, listen to me.

She's back there packing,
getting ready to walk out of our lives.

I know you're the Sheriff.
I know you have a job to do,

but, my God,
how can you not be home?

You'd rather go in there
and confront a stranger with a gun

than deal
with your own daughter.

I'll get hurt less in there.

How many chances do you think
you're going to get?

We're losing her.

Look, I got a job here.

Now, when I'm finished,
I'll be home after.

I'm coming in.

Attention, Mr. Claus.

Sheriff Brock is entering
the building.

He is unarmed.
I repeat, he is unarmed.

He has no weapon.

You get back,
or I shoot them.

You're not going to shoot.

I can!

Diplomatic immunity.

Mr. Ledeux...

Jimmy, don't call him that.

Santa,
I'm a more important hostage.

They're going to go.
I'm going to stay, and we'll talk,

you and me, all right?

Please, let them go.
They're innocent people.

Go.

You stay!

Jimmy, I'd be willing to stay.

Just get out of here.

Ginny, get her out.

Hurry up!

The hostage book
is on my desk.

Just go.

Get him into
your office, Jimmy.

That's the only place
I've got a shot.

No!
I'm not going to shoot. Take her away.

No.

Okay, Max and Ginny are okay.

I'm free. I can take over.

You can't take over.

I took a course
in hostage situations.

I'm trained to command.
You were a kidnap victim.

You can't take charge.

I have the handbook.

Yeah,
but you only skimmed it.

OFFICER: Stand by.

(EXCLAIMING)

Almost 8:00, Christmas Eve.

If you really are Santa,

boy, are you going to need
some help now!

Hey, where are your reindeer?

Kris Kringle.

Yeah, yeah.

You'd know my kids,
wouldn't you?

Hey, come here.
I got some pictures of them right in here.

I'll show them to you.
Come on.

The boys are looking forward
to seeing you tonight.

JIMMY ON WIRETAP:
Come on over here

and look at these
pictures, Santa.

Attaboy, Jimmy.
He's got him in the room.

Don't be killing
Santa Claus, Kenny.

That's Zack,
and that's my son Matthew here,

and that's
my daughter Kimberly.

See?

Do you have kids,
Santa, kids of your own?

Do you have kids, Santa?

This is good.
He's doing good.

What happened
to your kids, Santa?

Mr. Ledeux?

No!

Santa.

You... You killed them.

We got trouble.

JIMMY: No.
MR. LEDEUX: Yes.

Yes, there was a red light,
and you ran the red light.

Now, take it easy.

Jimmy, get him to the window.
We got no shot.

No, it was you.

Yeah,
you looked at the back seat,

and the kids
were making noise,

and you said,
"Be quiet." Yes.

And you missed the light!

(GUN FIRING)

Get him near
the damned window.

Put that gun down!
No.

We better move in.
No, he could shoot.

Get him near the window.

I'm trying.
I wasn't in the car.

I wasn't there.

Yes.

It wasn't me.

Murderer!
Kenny!

Take him!

KENNY: I'll get his gun.
JIMMY: Okay, Mr...

Mr. Ledeux!

Get a stretcher! Move it!

OFFICER: It's on its way.

Why didn't you see the light?

He's going to be just fine.
No major arteries were hit.

He can probably
come home tomorrow.

Thank you. I'm so sorry.

You take good care of your father.
I will.

MAN: Excuse me.

Max, where's Jimmy?

Oh, he left.

Oh, excuse me. Excuse me.

JILL: What do you mean, he's not here?
His truck's in the driveway.

Well, he didn't come inside.

Where's Kimberly?

In her room, packing.

He's just sitting
in the truck.

What, honey?

Dad. I could see
through the window.

He's just sitting in the truck.

Excuse me. Jill,

can you give me
a second with him first?

(SIGHING)

You know,
from the first time I met you,

there's been something
I always wanted to tell you.

What?
You're an idiot.

(SIGHING)

Wambaugh
already told me that.

You remember
when our marriage died?

Uh-uh.
Hmm.

Well, let me tell you
why you don't remember.

We never addressed it.

You just withdrew
ever so slowly.

You just pushed me away

so slowly that by the time

we finally realized
a conversation was necessary,

it was just too late.

And, Jimmy,
that's your style.

You've really perfected
the art of avoidance, you know.

You never really
even had to see me cry,

but I did.

You've got this picture
of how you want your life to be

and how you want
your family to be,

and you're so into
denying the problems,

you make them irreparable.

Look, I want to talk to her.
I'm going to talk to her, but

I'm so afraid
I'm going to say the wrong thing,

and I could lose her forever.

You're already doing that.

I want her. Believe me, I do.

You know,
maybe finally I'd have

some semblance
of a family, you know.

But I want her coming to me
and not running from you.

♪ Deck the halls
with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪

♪ Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la,
la la la la ♪

Doug, this isn't
really a very good time right now.

It's Christmas Eve, Jill.

These are the multicultural
Wambaugh singers.

♪ Yuletide carol ♪

♪ Fa la la la la,
la la la la ♪

I never meant to...

(SIGHING)

When I saw you like that
with Billy O'Connell, I...

I don't know.
I just was afraid

that I would never be able
to look at you the same,

(SIGHING)

the little girl
I bounced on my knee,

sat in my lap.

I'll always be your girl, Daddy.

I know.

But you're going to
have boyfriends.

You're going to fall in love.

Someday you're
gonna get married.

Someday.

I thought I was ready
for that "someday." I'm not.

You're growing up.

Yeah, I am.

And there will come a day

when you'll have to
leave this house.

That's reality.
I know this.

But, God, I don't want to have to face
that reality this evening.

(SIGHING)

Doug, this isn't appropriate.

The Christmas caroling
should be done outdoors.

It's cold.

Can you whip up a little hot chocolate
while we do our next number?

I can't feel my own feet.

Well, hurry.

All right, Silent Night.

Silent Night.
Everybody get together.

Squeeze in. Squeeze in.

Hi.

(HESITATING)

I'm going to stay here.

(CAROLERS
SINGING SILENT NIGHT)

Yeah, I figured.

You're my best friend
in the world, Lydia,

but my family is here.

Maybe I can visit
for New Year's or something.

That would be great.

Hey, look, look, you'd be swiping clothes
out of my closet anyway.

And living together would...

Yeah.

Let's get those stockings up.

You kids haven't put
your stockings up yet.

What's the point?

Kenny shot Santa.
He's not coming.

That was a fake one.

I just saw the real one
up in the sky.

Come on, guys,
come hang your stockings.

Here's Zachary and Mom.

How's Jimmy?

He's good. We're all good.

And I saved
Max's life again tonight.

You did not.

Jimmy got me out, not you.

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round yon Virgin ♪

♪ Mother and Child ♪

♪ Holy Infant ♪

♪ So tender and mild ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

(SIGHING)

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪