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Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Ho-ho-ho.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Ho-ho-ho.

Those are my conditions.

Merry Christmas.

A new job. Another identity.
Complete relocation, a whole new life.

Don't tell me I'm asking too
much, I'm not asking too much.

I don't care about the agency red
tape, I need to come in right now.

I'm warning you, before I go down, a lot
of your people are going down with me.

Ted Rudolph.

- Did you get a trace on the call?
- Phone booth.

What's left of it is in pieces in front
of Martindale's Department Store.

The Washington Police Bomb Squad
said it was a very sophisticated device.

- KGB?
- It wasn't the Salvation Army.

He wants us to bring him in.

If we don't, he says
we're going to be sorry.

- Can he hurt us?
- Are you familiar with his file?

Not in any depth.

Uh, a company man, old-school
tie, OSS, codename Janus.

I will just give you
the broad strokes here.

Ted Rudolph, a.k.a. Kenneth
Ciardi, a.k.a. Henry Sturbidge.

Born 1925, recruited 1946.
OSS, post-war Berlin...

Paris-Marseilles, 1953
to 1957, Prague, '61...

Moscow, '64 as a
news correspondent.

Brought back in '68. Since
then, he's been in deep cover...

working both
sides of the street.

As you can see, a
very valuable man.

He brought in Belinsky
in '72 and Kasimov is '77.

He's plugged in as
high as Andropov.

If he wants to come in,
then he must be in trouble.

Oh, his control hasn't
heard from in three weeks.

He's been acting strangely
the past three months.

- He thinks it might be burnout syndrome.
- Heh, I'm not surprised.

The guy's been walking
a tightrope for 15 years.

We're trying to
locate his family.

His wife died in '75, natural
causes. There's a daughter, early 30s.

But she's moved away, so
we don't have any lead on her.

- What do we do?
- We wait.

There's nothing we can do
until he contacts us again.

Come.

This came in for
you, Mr. Melrose.

- From where?
- Sixth floor.

Could you sign here, please?

Hmm.

Aren't you, uh, gonna open it,
Billy? It looks like a Christmas present.

Sixth floor, let's see. That's
Scenarios and Ciphers.

- What's a euphemism for dirty tricks?
- Covert operations.

Yeah. Open it up. Those dirty-tricks
guys have a hell of a sense of humor.

- It's probably just some files.
- It's not marked "Eyes Only."

- Oh!
- Those guys are a riot.

Why don't we send them some
phony ciphers or something?

- What's it for?
- Oh, the office Christmas party.

I lost a bet on a Redskins game.

Billy, I can't think of
a better Santa Claus.

There is no way you're
gonna get me to put this on.

Oh, come on, Billy, where's
your Christmas spirit?

It's a dirty job, but
somebody's gotta do it.

Ho-ho-ho.

I think the tree looks
smaller this year.

- Don't you?
- Oh, I don't know.

They seem like they
get smaller and smaller...

and more and more
expensive every year.

You should have seen the, uh, really
big ones outside of Greery's they had.

When you were little, you'd go
with your daddy to pick the tree.

Oh, yeah.

He would tell me that the man who
sold them was a friend of Santa Claus...

they came directly from
the North Pole. Ha, ha.

Oh, I hope Philip and Jamie have
those kind of Christmas memories.

Yeah, I hope so too.
I don't know though.

You know, when Philip was 6 and I
was explaining to him about Santa Claus...

and how he came down the
chimney, you know what he said?

He said, "Don't con
me, Mom." Ha, ha.

Amanda, I always think
that Christmas is a time...

to start thinking a
little more positively.

I have a feeling I
know what's coming.

Well, children do
need stability, darling.

I know, Mother, and Dean is
very stable and I'm very fond of him.

He's got a good job and I
know he adores the boys...

but I'm just not ready yet.

Amanda, I'm not
trying to rush you.

- I just think that it's Christmas time...
- I know.

- He's coming to Christmas dinner.
- Good.

You know what he got Philip? He got Philip
an entire, uh, Redskins football suit...

with the, uh, shoulder
pads and everything...

and he got Jamie a junior weather-bureau
kit with a real barometer. Ha, ha.

- He is so considerate.
- He is to a fault.

Uh-oh, I've gotta go.
I'm going to deliver

a few presents to
some of my, uh, people...

that I walk and water for.

Well, that's good
public relations.

- Amanda?
- Hmm.

What are they like, these
people that you work for?

Just normal, everyday people.

Thank you.

Ah.

Well, you don't seem to be
getting in the spirit of things. Huh?

- Ah, I'm just not very big on parties.
- Oh, come on, it's Christmas.

Oh, speaking of
jolly, there she is.

Our woman in
suburbia, bearing gifts.

- Now, don't be nasty, Francine, huh?
- Ha, ha, I wouldn't dream of it.

Hello, merry Christmas. I just
came to deliver some presents.

Oh, you really shouldn't have.

Oh, well, you know,
it's Christmas and all.

- Go ahead, open them up.
- Oh, all right. There we go.

Now, see, I got you something
that you would never get for yourself.

Look at that, see? Socks.

They're the same, you won't
have to worry about matching...

- when they come out of the dryer.
- Just what I've always wanted.

Oh, perfume, how very
sweet of you, Amanda.

It's called "Intrigue."
Very good for the spy.

Now, I got Mr. Melrose a
cardigan sweater. It's beige.

Well, you know, his taste in
clothes is a little conservative.

- Extremely conservative.
- Yes.

Ho-ho-ho.

- Don't push it, Stetson.
- Ha, ha.

- Nice to see you, Mrs. King.
- Merry Christmas, Mr. Melrose.

- Here. I hope it fits.
- That's very kind of you.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Melrose,
but there's a call for you on 61.

- Thank you.
- Must be the North Pole.

He is cute.

Amanda, tell us, what's
new in sinful suburbia?

The 25th is in less than
two days, we can't possibly...

Be reasonable, man. Even if we
could find her, she may not be willing...

We have ways of convincing
people, don't we, Melrose?

- Where?
- The cabin in the woods...

40 miles out on route 84. You'll
find the map at the usual drop.

- Be there.
- Wait, Janus...

Janus?

Ah, yeah.

Lee. Francine. In here.

Uh, excuse us, Amanda. - Sure.

How many agents does
it take to change a bulb?

- I don't know.
- Fifteen.

One to unscrew the bulb
and 14 to debrief the building.

That's good. That's...

Rudolph?

He's holed up in a cabin
in the woods in Virginia.

- His deadline's the 25th.
- Or else?

He goes public with the
names of every American...

and Soviet undercover
agent working in this country.

Ted Rudolph's in a position to jeopardize
our most sensitive intelligence programs.

As well as endanger the
lives of a number of people.

We can relocate him, can't
we? We do it all the time.

Lee, that's not all he wants.

He wants us to find his
daughter and bring her to him.

- His daughter? Why?
- I don't know.

He wasn't making much sense.

We've been trying to find
Karen Rudolph after the first call.

- So far, we have just drawn a blank.
- We have a name and a birth date.

- He hasn't seen her in over 30 years.
- She could have moved, probably dead.

Odds are she's married
and changed her name.

- Well, we've got less than 48 hours.
- Boy, talk about a long shot.

Scarecrow.

Now, wait a minute, Billy.

You are not suggesting
that Amanda...?

He hasn't seen his
daughter since she was 3.

Mrs. King happens
to be the right age...

and besides, he knows
all our other women agents.

She will never pull it off.

Well, it's the only shot
we have at the moment.

Merry Christmas, yeah.

The 25th is in less than
two days, we can't possibly...

Be reasonable, man.

Even if we could find her,
she may not be willing...

We have ways of convincing
people, don't we, Melrose?

Where? RUDOLPH:
The cabin in the woods...

40 miles out on route 84. You'll
find the map at the usual drop.

Be there.

Comrades, this is from our
phone tap of Rudolph's apartment.

Quite compromising,
wouldn't you say so?

It would seem to me that we have no
alternative but to neutralize Mr. Rudolph.

Immediately.

The tea in this
country is abominable.

How do we find him?

Oh, the Americans
will lead us right to him.

You will follow whoever
they sent directly to Rudolph.

Terminate him.

And then terminate
the Americans.

With extreme prejudice.

Are you sure we'll
be back in time?

The boys always open their
presents on Christmas Eve.

Besides, I still have to
prepare the goose for tomorrow.

We'll be back by
4:00, 5 at the latest.

- It's a simple assignment.
- That's what you always say.

Amanda, all you have
to do is play your part.

You did study your
scenario, didn't you?

Mm-hm, my name is Karen Rudolph,
um, we lived in Silver Springs, Maryland...

until I was 3 years old,
that's when my father left.

He sent me birthday
presents from all over the world.

My mother told me that he had a
very important job with the government.

- Gee, that's sad.
- Sad? What's sad?

Growing up without a father.

Some people manage to
do very well without a father.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to get personal.

I wasn't speaking personally.

So how do you usually
spend your Christmas?

On my living-room couch with
a large bowl of guacamole dip...

a perfectly chilled bottle
of Dom Perignon '73.

- And a good football game.
- Lonely.

Christmas is just like
any other day of the year.

It's 24 hours long,
the sun rises, it sets...

there's football games on
TV, they don't deliver the mail...

and the next day is the 26th.

Oh, come on, Scrooge, I know
somewhere in there's a little boy...

who has lots of homey
Christmas memories.

Home for little Lee Stetson was wherever
his uncle, the colonel, was stationed.

Once in Greenland, once
in Hamburg, twice in Guam.

Believe me, Christmas dinner
in a mess hall with 500 guys...

fighting for the dark
meat isn't too homey.

And that's nothing compared to
the Easter-egg hunt in the Sahara.

- All right, one binoculars.
- Binoculars.

- One poncho. Two poncho.
- Poncho.

- One map. Two map. One canteen.
- Map. Canteen.

Two canteen. A
pair of extra socks.

- A pair of extra socks.
- Two pair of socks.

- One flare. Two flare.
- Flare.

- One chewing gum.
- Chewing gum.

- Two chewing gum.
- Two chewing gum.

Now I know why you
really brought me along.

Hmm. It's three miles in, should
take us an hour, hour and a half...

if we keep up a good pace.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Situation is tenuous.

Very tenuous.

Stetson will have Rudolph
back here this evening.

Stetson's methods tend
to be a little unorthodox.

He gets results.

Yes, but the bill is
sometimes rather high.

That naval attaché is still a little hot
under the collar about his Jaguar...

- not to mention his daughter.
- Just doing his job.

I'm sure he was.

You are, I trust, aware of the downside
risks involved in this Rudolph matter.

There are elements within the agency
who have, uh, promoted a more, uh...

permanent solution
to this problem.

The Security Committee
is meeting this afternoon.

This matter is on the agenda.

Now, I would like the director to
be able to assure the president...

that there's no
reason for concern.

- I'm sure Stetson will handle it.
- Let's hope so.

For Rudolph's sake.

Lee?

- What?
- Can we take a little breather?

You're the one who
wanted to be back by 5:00.

Maybe we could just
slow down a little bit, huh?

- All right, we'll take a little break.
- Thanks.

Lee, isn't this a little sudden?

Shouldn't we talk about this?

This would compromise our
whole professional relationship...

Shh. Amanda, will
you shut up, please?

- They're gone.
- Who's gone?

I saw two men
over there with rifles.

They're probably
just hunters. Come on.

Oh, so that's what
you were doing.

- You were protecting me.
- Sure.

- What else would I be doing?
- Ahem, nothing.

- That was very gallant of you. Thank you.
- All right, we'll take the shortcut.

The terrain's rougher, but it
should get us there sooner.

Come on. Let's go.

- Are you sure you know where we're going?
- Yes.

All right, it's north
by northwest of here.

Where's the sun? Uh, there.

So if that's due west...

Of course you have to take into
account the seasonal adjustment.

We go that way.

Well, now, the sun is due
west only at the equinox...

and we're three days
past the winter solstice.

- I think I'd better just check the moss.
- The moss?

Yeah, the moss.
You see... Well, look.

You just look at a tree.

You find a tree and the moss
always grows on the north side.

- Amanda.
- That is the north side...

- because moss grows...
- Amanda!

What?

Do you really think that some
Mickey-Mouse spy course...

you're taking can replace
actual experience in the field?

This isn't from one
of my courses...

- this is from the Cub-Scout handbook.
- Oh.

Say what you will
about the Scouts...

but they certainly can find
their way out of the woods.

North is that way.

- Stand where you are. Don't move.
- Janus, it's Scarecrow.

Don't call me Janus.
My name is Rudolph.

- Hi, Dad.
- Karen?

You're not a
little girl anymore.

So it was, uh, a surprise when the
government called after all these years.

- Well, I'm sorry it had to be this way.
- Me too.

I imagine, uh, you've been pretty lonely
ever since your mother passed away.

Well, yes, but I've
gotten used to it.

Well, still, it must be very
difficult around Christmas.

Oh, well, I just try to treat
Christmas like any other day.

Twenty-four hours
long, sun rises, sun sets.

- What do you usually do?
- Nothing much. Um...

I just stay at home, open up a
nice bottle of, uh, champagne...

watch a football game,
make a guacamole dip.

Karen, I want you to know that during
all this time, I've never forgotten you.

I... I've thought about
you so many times.

Do you realize what it is to spend
Christmas without your loved ones?

No, it must be just terrible.

I mean, uh, of course, it was
awful to be away from you.

I hope that you got
the gifts that I sent you.

I mean, they must
have arrived in July.

Well, better late than never.

We should be getting
back to Washington.

The sun will be gone in an hour
and a half and it's a long trek.

Just a second. Karen, I've
gotta tell you something.

I... I've got to go away again
for a year, or maybe two.

It's just to establish a new
identity, uh, kind of a new life.

But once we get that behind me,
I'd like to come back and see you.

And be the father
that I've never been.

If you let me.

Of course I'll let you.

Thank you, honey.

Well, I think Mr. Stetson's probably
right. We should probably hit the road.

We'll lose the sun
in an hour or so.

- Let's go.
- Nobody's going anywhere.

- Darn it! Those weren't hunters out there.
- What?

Two men outside with
AKM automatic weapons.

KGB.

I don't think they're here to
wish us a merry Christmas.

Any other weapons
besides the .22?

- Yeah, the firewood axe.
- Yeah.

All right. Let's sit tight. I don't think
they're gonna do anything till it's dark.

I don't want Karen hurt.

- I'll go out there.
- No, wait a second.

There's no assurance they won't
kill us anyway. We're witnesses.

- Besides, I need you.
- What for? We don't have a chance.

A .22 rifle, a handgun
against automatic weapons.

- What do you think we're gonna do?
- I don't know.

But I'll think of something.

Scarecrow, this is
Flagship. You read me?

This is Flagship,
do you read me?

Scarecrow, this is
Flagship, do you read me?

- They should have been out by now.
- I'll try another frequency.

No, Scarecrow would know better
than to switch channels. I don't like it.

In a half hour, they'll have
lost the light completely.

Scarecrow, this is
Flagship, do you read?

We haven't been
able to reach Stetson.

Oh, it might be academic.

The Security Committee has decided
to dispatch a commando squad...

if he's not back here
with Rudolph by 7 p.m.

- Now, wait a second, Lucas.
- This comes from the man himself, Melrose.

He was quite specific, and I quote,
"I am not prepared to compromise...

the entire Covert-Operations
Network for one burned out agent."

- What kind of commando squad?
- Our very best.

- They have orders to shoot to kill.
- That is overkill.

- Ted Rudolph is not a dangerous man.
- Quite the contrary.

The man is unhinged
and desperate.

As a matter of fact,
he's a demolition expert.

For all we know, he has
the entire cabin wired.

Now, we can't take any chances.

I've got two people there.
One a civilian, Mrs. King.

I'm sure you explained all the
risks involved very clearly to her.

Oh.

Merry Christmas,
Melrose. Desmond.

Oh.

By the way, Desmond...

we're having a little party later down
on four. In case you want to drop by.

No, thank you, I have a
little bit of work to do here.

Oh, that's a pity.

The, uh, deputy director is
going to be quite disappointed.

Their likely position is here,
where there's some cover.

You start firing out the front window,
covering me while I go out back.

When they return fire, I'll
get a bead on their position...

surprise one of
them and disarm him.

- Couldn't we call a truce or something?
- They'll never go for it.

Believe me. They
have the upper hand.

Look, it's getting dark,
it's cold out there...

and doesn't anybody
realize it's Christmas Eve?

The KGB isn't very
big on holiday cheer.

How do you know that?
They're people, aren't they?

They're out there
and they're cold...

and they probably have wives
and children somewhere...

Karen, you don't know
these people the way we do.

You just don't understand.

I think it would
at least be worth...

putting a white flag out,
seeing if they answered.

Trust me, it won't work.

Now, are you
ready for this, huh?

Oh, yeah.

All right. Now, please, crouch
behind a wall or something...

there's going to
be some shooting.

Let's go.

All right, hold on!

Give me the gun.

Come on, give it to me.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Maybe not.

- Here. Oh, God.
- Aah.

Let me see.

- Um, do you have any towels?
- There's some rags in the cupboard.

Any kind of, uh, antiseptic?
Something to stop the bleeding.

- Is it bad? How bad?
- No.

A medical kit in the car.

I saw it in the
trunk of the car.

It's three-hours round trip to
the road if you can get past them.

And it's getting dark.

Yes, very good.

That was Dimitri's control.

He has just received
a transmission.

Ivan is wounded and there are
two American agents with Rudolph.

Here's their position.

I am confident that you fully understand
just how inconvenient it would be...

if any of the Americans would
come out of these woods alive.

A merry Christmas, Mr. Rudolph.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going to try to get to the car.

What makes you think
they'll let you pass?

Well, one of them
is wounded too.

There's more at stake here
than the lives of two men.

- This involves national security.
- I don't care about national security.

I don't want him to die.

We know the risks, it's our
job. Try to understand that.

He is very badly wounded
and one of them is wounded too.

There's a medical kit in
the car, it's got antiseptic...

Don't be so stubborn! I'm
not going to let you do this.

- You're my daughter.
- I'm not your daughter.

- What?
- My name is Amanda King, Mr. Rudolph.

I work part-time for the agency.

Rank GS7, seasonal employee.

I'm very sorry.

Now, I'm gonna try
to make it to the car...

so you take care of
Mr. Stetson while I'm gone.

May I have your
attention please?

I know you're out there.

I'm coming out.

We have a wounded man inside...

and he's hurt very badly and I need to go
to the car to get the medical-supply kit...

so that I can help him so...

It's awfully cold out here...

so if you'd like to come inside
the cabin and wait for me...

that would be all right.

Look.

It's Christmas Eve.

And I don't know what
that means to you...

but to me it means that we
should be thinking about peace.

And helping each other.

I shouldn't, uh... I shouldn't
be here, I should be at home.

I have two little boys.

Philip, he's 10...

and Jamie, he's 8.

And I should be at home,
filling their stockings.

And I wish I were.

But I'm not. I'm here.

All I'm asking you to do is just
call a truce for a few minutes...

so that we can help
each other, and that's all.

Now, I'm gonna step
down, please don't shoot me.

Give me car keys.

First you help me
carry Ivan inside.

Then I go to car for supplies.

Yes.

Damn it, I should have
never sent them in.

It's not your fault, Billy.

Well, whose fault is it, then?

Look, why don't you take off?

It's out of our hands now.

- No, I'll stick around a little while.
- Francine, it's Christmas Eve.

Surely you've made some plans.

Just a party some letch on
the Far Asia desk is giving.

Domestic champagne
and paper cups. I'll pass.

- What about you?
- Oh, the usual.

A quiet evening at home
with Jeannie and the kids.

Dinner. Open a few presents.

Maybe watch the midnight
Mass in St. Patrick's on TV.

They'll be okay, Billy.

All right, listen up.

Everyone's on alert.

The orders are shoot to kill.

Come on.

- There you go. Sip.
- Unh.

- More?
- Mm-mm.

Okay.

- What's happening?
- Nothing.

You just relax.
Everything's all right. Okay?

You're welcome.

You really are something.

Oh, I had a little
first-aid training.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

Did they really try
to find my daughter?

Yes, they did, there
just wasn't enough time.

It's funny, I have no
idea what she looks like.

They'll find her.

How the devil did you get mixed
up with this agency business?

Well, that's kind of a
long story, but, um...

Well, one morning, I was,
um, at the train station...

I was taking this friend
of mine to catch the train...

and, uh, this fellow all dressed
up in a waiter suit came up to me...

and handed me this
package and said:

"Get on the train and give this to
the man in the red hat," so I did. Ha.

- But why?
- I don't know.

Ha, ha, I really don't know.

I've said to myself, "Amanda,
why are you in this spy business?"

I have perfectly nice children,
two of them, two boys...

a mother and a nice house.

I have a man who cares about me.

Stop it! No guns.

There's a truce
inside this cabin.

Please?

Okay.

Thank you.

A bad dream.

Amanda?

Just a minute.

You all right?

What the hell is going on here?

Oh.

We called a truce.

- They agreed?
- Sure.

Well, you see, Ivan
was wounded too...

and it was very cold outside, so
Dimitri went and got the medical kit.

Ivan and Dimitri?

Oh, I don't believe this.

I'm in the middle of The
Brothers Karamazov.

All right. Heh.

Well...

it's not much of a Christmas
dinner, but it's all we have.

There you are.

Don't you like beans?

Herring. Do you like?

Well, I'm...

It's very good herring.
From Baltic Sea.

- Imported.
- What's in the flask?

Uh, vodka, 110 proof.

- Makes herring taste better.
- Oh, well, it would.

- Oh, no, I... I really couldn't. I...
- I eat your beans, you drink my vodka.

Well, if you insist, maybe
just one little nip to be sociable.

Vodka. Good for
blood circulation.

Make you feel better.

Ha, ha. You got any vermouth?
We could make a martini.

It's just a joke.

Mm!

- Thank you.
- Ha, ha, don't mention it.

It's a crazy business
we're in, huh?

Now, you have to eat
to keep up your strength.

I hate beans.

- Drink.
- Why should I drink?

Because you're very
sad tonight, Rudolph.

Tonight we drink together,
tomorrow we make war again.

You were sent to
kill me, weren't you?

It's nothing personal,
you understand.

- Never is.
- This business.

I give my word to lady, no
guns in cabin, I have honor.

So tonight we drink, no?

Amanda, how did
you pull all this off?

Well...

it's Christmas Eve,
we just called a truce.

Heh, come on, Christmas
isn't very big in this business.

Well, it's stopped you from
killing each other, hasn't it?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry I got you
mixed up in all this mess.

Oh, that's all right.

Look, how often does a
suburban lady like me...

get to drink vodka with the KGB
and eat beans on Christmas?

Speaking of vodka.

Oh, no, I... I really
don't think you should.

Yeah, for medicinal purposes.

Will you eat your beans?

Come on, keep moving.

Let's go. Let's go.

I propose toast.

To Christmas, to Politburo,
and to Mother Russia.

- Hear, hear!
- Ha, ha.

- I propose a toast.
- Hmm?

To Christmas, the President...

and the Washington Redskins.

To Dallas Cowboys. ALL: Yes.

I hope she remembered
to put snow tires on her car.

I knew that weather
was gonna turn bad.

Grandma, are you sure we
can't open up just one present?

Phil, no, honey. Your mama
would be so disappointed.

You know how sentimental
she gets at Christmas time.

- Can I have a small one?
- You gotta be patient.

She's going to be home soon.

Where is she anyway?

She went to deliver some
presents to some of her clients.

Mom's okay, isn't she, Grandma?

Of course she's okay. She, uh...

She probably got caught up in
some kind of a Christmas party.

People get very sentimental
and very festive this time of year.

Look!

It's starting to snow.

Look.

I'd like to propose a toast.

To peace on earth and
goodwill toward men.

And women.

Merry Christmas.

Boy, it must have been
some Christmas party.

Merry Christmas.

Mom, what are you
doing sleeping down here?

I wanted to be sure Santa
Claus didn't miss the house.

Come here and give me a hug.

- Hello. Oh!
- Mom.

- You okay, Mom?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Tell you what. Why don't
you go wake Grandma up...

tell her we're gonna make
special Christmas waffles...

then you can open your presents.

Okay, run. Okay, hurry up.

- Hello.
- Hi.

How're you doing?

I'm fine, just fine.

Oh, I could use
a little more sleep.

They wake you up at
the crack of dawn here.

I guess it's pretty bleak...

to be spending your
Christmas in the hospital.

I've spent Christmas
in worse places.

Billy came to see me this morning,
he brought me a toothbrush.

And a couple of
other necessities.

- Oh, he did? Good.
- Listen.

They found Ted
Rudolph's daughter.

She's married, has three
kids, and lives in Portland.

Oh, I'm glad.

What about, um,
Ivan and Dimitri?

- What's going to happen to them?
- Ah, they'll be deported.

Probably spend New Year's in
Moscow with all the herring they can eat.

Lucky everyone decided
it was a no-win situation.

We'd still be shooting it out.

It was a hell of a
Christmas Eve, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was.

- Grandma will be right down.
- Okay.

What was that?

Oh, it's just the, uh,
medicine that they insist I take.

Oh, tsk, poor Lee.

Hmm...

No, the stuff
doesn't taste too bad.

Look, I guess I'm... I
really ought to go now.

- Merry Christmas, Amanda.
- Merry Christmas, Lee.