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(theme music)

(christmas music playing)

- Remember, lads, big smiles.

The constabulary needs
to put on a good showing.

- Do we really need
to do this, sir?

It's not our job.
- It is today.

We're spreading cheer.

(sighing)
- spreading christmas cheer

For christmas or for gleeton's
department store?

- It could be fun.

Surely it's about
making memories.

- Sir, did you know that every
department store in this city,

Including gleeton's,
has their own santa claus?

- The wee nippers probably
can't tell the difference.

- We've completely lost
the true spirit of christmas.

- Here, ring the bell!

Maybe that'll help you
find the spirit.

(bell ringing)

- Sir, is it supposed to sound
like an awful racket?

- They're tuning their
instruments, higgins.

- Hey, you got a light?
- Should an elf be smoking?

- Not my problem. Oh!

Much obliged.

- A little whisky
to warm my soul.

You want some?
- Uh... What?

Indulgence is what christmas
is all about, sir.

- Not when you're on the job.

- Everyone!

The parade is about to begin!

Move to your appointed
positions!

(bell ringing)

(screaming)

- What the devil's going on now?

- He's dead.

Merry christmas, everyone.

Come on, please. This way.

Ladies and gentlemen,
unfortunately,

The christmas parade
has been cancelled for today!

Please return to your homes.

- He seems to have been
bludgeoned in the back
of the head.

- Right.

Watts, is there something...

There is... Something
inside of his mouth.

It's money.

And there's...

...A handkerchief.

It reads "naughty".

Perhaps the killer
thought he was no good.

- Oh. This is one
clarance barnes.

Now, that name sounds familiar.

- He's a landlord.
And not the good sort.

We've had several complaints

About the state
of his properties.

- My parade!

I've been working
on this for months.

How could this have happened?

- Yes, you're
the event organizer, uh--

- Mr. Wes tallyford.

You need to find
who ruined my parade.

- Ruined your parade?
Wes, a man has been murdered.

- Sir, do you have an idea
who might have done this?

- Gleeton's rival,
mr. H.H. Fudger.

- From zimpson's
department store?

- That's the one. Those two
have had a dreadful

Back and forth for years now.

- You think he would
resort to murder?

- To rain on our parade?
He surely would.

- The body was found
on your sleigh.

Other than yourself,
did anyone else go near it?

- Yes. Uh, the elves,

Uh, reindeer,
mr. Tallyford, uh...

Oh! And that robust
police chap over there.

- So, did you notice anyone
lurking around today?

- There have been people
milling around all day.

- I didn't see anyone getting
onto the sleigh until santa did.

- When was the sack
placed on the sleigh?

- The sack was already there
when we arrived this morning.

- So, the body was likely
put into the sack last night,
or early this morning.

- Did you see anything
out of place?

- Your silly little hat
looks out of place.

It's not very festive, is it.
(fanfare music playing)

- Sir, what time was it that...
- I'm sorry. What was that?

- I said what time w...
- Could you come again?

- What time...

Give me...

(drumsticks clattering)
(music stopping)

Now, what time was it
you got here this morning?

- There was an incident this
morning at the christmas parade.

- Yes, I heard.

Serves gleeton and
his garish parade right.

- Ah, yes. I understand the two
of you have quite the rivalry.

- Oh, I wouldn't call it that.

He is a money-grubbing cur
who has been stealing

My customers for years with lies
and false advertising.

- Did you know clarence barnes?

He was found dead this morning
in santa's sleigh?

(scoffs)
- santa's sleigh?

His so-called santa
wears a fake beard.

Our santa has a real beard.

- Please answer the question.
(scoffs)

- Gleeton would say it was me.

He takes any opportunity
to besmirch my name.

Oh, his obsession with me is...
Well, it's almost flattering.

- Mm.
- Of course I didn't do it.

Look at me!
I am a dignified man.

I would never trifle in such,
such brutish matters.

- Where were you last night?
- Oh, if you must know,

Last night,
I was having a dalliance
at the ice sculpture show.

- With?
- A lady friend?

- Who?
- Hm.

It's quite the scandal, really.

I trust I can count
on your discretion.

- Mr. Fudger, I am this close
to tossing you in our cells.

- Miss margaret wynward.

- Of wynward's department
store in vancouver?

- One and the same.
- Hm.

We'll have to confirm
with her, then.

All right, mr. Fudger.
You may go for now.

I'll contact you if I have
any further questions.

- Oh. When you have some time,

You should bring your family
down to our santa's grotto.

You won't be disappointed.

(sighing)

- Right, everyone!
Gather round, gather round!

I've decided that this year,

We're going to do
a secret gift exchange.

Everyone pulls a name
out of the hat,

Keeping it to yourselves,
of course.

And then, you buy
that person a gift

Costing no more
than three dollars.

- Sir, brilliant.

Clandestine gift giving.

A santa claus who must
give in secret.

We could call it santa...
Or a secret...

Uh, uh... Santa's...
Secret of santa!

- Catchy.

- Three dollars?
That's exorbitant.

- Don't be such a bloody
cheapskate, murdoch.

- On the other hand,
three dollars might not
quite cover it.

(bright music)

- Effie, you've transformed
the place!

- You like it?
- And mistletoe!

- You know what
that means, george.

- I do, indeed.

(door opening)

- Effie.
- Mother!

- I'm done with that man.

- Have you had another
fight with father?

- I never want to see him again!

(indistinct chatter)

- Detective, you wanted
to talk to me, I take it

You have found the culprit
and recovered the funds?

- The... What exactly
are you talking about?

- The robbery?

The money stolen
from our office.

It's $1,000 and mr. Barnes
is sure to blame me.

- I regret to inform you
that mr. Barnes is dead.

- It seems christmas
has come early.

- I take it the two of you
did not have a pleasant
working relationship.

- Mr. Barnes did not have
a pleasant relationship

With anyone,
working or otherwise.

- We have heard some complaints.

- Mr. Barnes, god rest his soul,
was not a good man.

Lawsuits, evictions,
enemies galore.

- Uh, what dispute was he
working on most recently?

- He had a nasty argument
with a woman

From st. Nicholas orphanage
down in the ward.

- What was the nature
of their dispute?

- He was in the process
of evicting them.

Those children were due
to be out on their ears

By December 24th,
just in time for christmas.

- Miss hart.

- Inspector.
What can I do for you?

- I drew watts in the gift
exchange, but I'm at a loss.

- Didn't you say yourself
that revealing the identity

Of your gift recipient
flies in the face

Of the spirit of christmas?

- I don't give two hoots
about that.

What should I get him?

- Well, something nice,
I suppose.

- But what if it is too nice?

Will it be sending
the wrong message?

(laughing)

Why are you laughing?
I'm quite a good-looking fella!

- Sir, just because a bumblebee
likes flowers,

It doesn't mean it will alight
on every blossom.

- Why are we talking
about flowers?

Have I missed something?
(chuckling)

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

- Hm. Everyone here seems to be
having quite a merry christmas.

- We can have christmas now.
Santa read my letter.

- Oh, it certainly is a miracle.

- Miss?

- Velma joy.
I run the orphanage.

(both): Detective william
murdoch and detective watts

Of the toronto constabulary.

(clears throat)
- we'd like a word.

- Certainly.

- Uh, we've learned
from mr. Barnes' office

That this orphanage
was on the verge of eviction.

Where did you get the money
for all of this?

- I found a thousand dollars
on my doorstep this morning.

But I've already sent
my employee, miss sarah jenkins,

Down to pay off all the debt
and stop the eviction.

- A thousand dollars.

That's the exact amount
that was stolen

From mr. Barnes' office.

- Did you steal the money
and kill mr. Barnes?

- Watts! The children.
- What?

Heavens, no!

I did not even know he was dead!

The money appeared
with a red bow wrapped around it

And I assumed it was a gift.

- Where were you last night?

- I have been stuck here
for the past two days

With all of the children packing
for our impending eviction.

I did nothing wrong.

- Thank you, miss joy.

We need to find out if that
debt was, in fact, paid.

- Then I will go to mr. Barnes'
office and see what I can find.

- Effie's mother has properly
set up shop now.

I'm afraid
there's no turning back.

- Ah, trust me,
you need to be rid of her
sooner rather than later.

Every time ruthie's
mother shows up,

They always leave me
as the third wheel.

- Well, I've tried!
I've tried to convince her

She should return
to her husband.

I mean, it's the holidays,
they should be together, right?

- Do you think it worked?

- She may have listened
a little bit.

- One thousand dollars was
stolen from mr. Barnes' office,

And then the same amount
was delivered to the doorstep

Of velma joy.

- Perhaps money is the key.

But that's so impersonal.

- I'm sorry, sir?

- My gift for watts.

Murdoch, have you not been
listening to me at all?

- Isn't watts jewish?

- Not in practice.

- Still, I don't think
he celebrates christmas.

- I still have
to get him a gift.

- Mrs. Potts...

Barnes' receptionist claims
that no one has been by

To pay off the orphanage's
debt today.

- So, miss joy was lying?
- Perhaps not.

On a hunch, I asked
for a description of the woman

With whom mr. Barnes
had his argument.

Mrs. Potts said she was a young
woman with dark hair.

This was just a preliminary
sketch I was working on.

But then I realized
that description fits

Miss joy's employee,
sarah jenkins.

- So, miss jenkins could be
the woman in question?

- That would be my guess.

- Then we'll need
to speak with her.

(phone ringing)

- Feel free.

(phone ringing)
- but...

Detective murdoch,
toronto constabulary.

Right. Thank you.

They've found another body.

- You two go ahead.
I'll find this miss jenkins.

- Watts.

- Sir. In here.

- Good lord.

(dramatic music)

Mr. Fladdius grimes,
a local loan shark.

- Sir, this ledger
was on the desk.

It appears to contain
a list of his debtors.

- And both of his kneecaps
have been broken.

I've heard that that's what men
in his line of work do.

- Mm-hmm.
- Poetic.

- Oh!

Miss sarah jenkins!

It seems she was also
in hock to mr. Grimes.

- Quite the coincidence.

- All right, henry, let's get
the body down to the morgue.

- Yes, sir.

- Apparently, mr. Grimes'
brand new automobile

Has been stolen
from the driveway.

A flashy red number.

- Another theft,
just like the first victim.

And the only person
that seems to be connected

To both of them is miss jenkins.

- George crabtree!

How could you?

- What did I do?

- It is completely unacceptable

To threaten to throw my mother
out of our house.

- I did no such thing!
- Well, mother says you did.

- And who are you going to
believe, me or deirdre newsome?

- It's a toss-up.

- Effie, all I did was encourage
her to make up with your father.

I said that the holidays were
no time to hold a grudge.

- Mother's arrival has thrown
a bit of a wrench in our plans.

- It's our first christmas
in our new home.

We should be spending it
together. Alone.

- Well, she is my mother.

We'll have to
figure it out somehow.

- Miss jenkins, we've now
connected you to both victims.

- You got into an altercation
with mr. Barnes

A couple of days
prior to his death.

And you're in debt
to mr. Grimes.

- The orphanage is my home.

They took me in when I had
nowhere else to go.

- Then why steal the money
miss joy gave you

To pay the orphanage debt?

- I didn't steal it.

I was on my way to pay it off
when I heard of mr. Barnes.

I figured he didn't need
the money anymore.

So I was taking it
to mr. Grimes instead.

- But then you killed him?
- No, of course not.

When I got there, there were
police everywhere, so I left.

- Do you have an alibi for your
whereabouts last night?

- I was on a night-time stroll.

I'm not an easy sleeper.
- Can anyone confirm that?

- No.

But I swear on my life

That I did neither
of those men any harm!

- I'm sorry, miss jenkins,
but we're going to have
to place you under arrest.

(gasps)

- Mr. Grimes was killed
with a swift blow

To the back of the head
with a blunt object.

- Exactly like mr. Barnes.

- Well, the wounds
are quite similar.

- Likely the same killer.

You've enjoyed
some of the finest things
that life has to offer.

- This is an odd turn.

- Um...

What's something a lady
might like for christmas?

- Oh, I'm sure julia
would do well with
a nice bottle of sherry.

(chuckling)
- yes.

She certainly loves
her libations, sir.

- Any other suggestions?

- I really couldn't say.

I'm not much interested
in christmas at all.

- Not even the gifts?

- Peace and quiet is the only
gift I'm seeking.

I've found something.

- Is that a handkerchief?

- There's a note.

It reads... "naughty".

- It seems someone has taken
santa's christmas list to heart

And punished the naughty and
rewarded the nice.

(laughing)

- Hey!

- Ah!

- Oh, god. I'm next.

- Next what?

- I think I am going to be
the next name
on the naughty list.

- Henry, don't be ridiculous!

- Well, he is after
the naughty,

And as you and your
liver pie know,

I have done some
very bad things.

- You're the one who ate
my liver pie last week?!

- Please george, focus!

- Henry, I'm busy.

- I've got to make this right.

- Sir?
(knocking on door)

- George?
What's the matter?

- Sir, what do you do
when a guest,

Who you didn't invite
in the first place,

Refuses to leave your home
when you're trying to have

A romantic christmas holiday
with your new wife?

- That's rather
a specific question.

Uh, I suppose you try to enjoy

The holiday with said guest.

- Because you have a rather
large house, sir--

- I've found the automobile,
detective.

- Does it belong
to sarah jenkins?

- No.
(snaps fingers)

- It would just be
for a short while.

(sighing)

- Pardon me, young man.

Did your parents
purchase this car?

- No, it's from santa.

It's a gift so that we could
see our father for christmas.

- You wouldn't have seen
him otherwise?

- Well, he works in parry sound

And mother said he wouldn't
make it back this christmas.

But now that we have a car,
we can go to him.

- Mm.

And when did santa
drop this car off?

- It wasn't there
in the morning,

But it appeared
after lunch... Like magic.

- Miss jenkins was already
in our cells.

(ball bouncing)

(sighing)

I'm releasing you for the time
being, but don't go far.

- Good day, detective.
- Oh! Hello, ladies.

What are you doing here?

- Well, I thought since
the parade was cancelled,

We might take susannah
to see santa.

- I respectfully decline.
- Huh.

I respectfully decline
your decline.

- Julia, what does santa claus

Have to do with
the birth of christ?

- Just get your coat, william.

(cooing)

- We're gonna go see santa.

- Dr. Ogden? Uh, here.

It's a christmas gift
for susannah.

- Oh!

Well, how thoughtful of you.

Thank you, henry.

- Well, I do love children.

- Shall we?

- Come on.

(chuckling)

- A day late, a dollar short,
I'd say, higgins.

- Oh, shut up, george.

I... Mean, I am but
a servant of goodness.

- Hm.

(bright music)

- Oh.

Apparently, this is
the only place in the city

Where children can leave
their letters to santa.

(chuckling)
isn't that adorable?

- Twenty-five cents to take
a photograph with santa.

It's preposterous!
(sighing)

- Reach down deep within

And find your christmas
spirit, william.

- I fear that may be
long extinguished.

Christmas is becoming nothing
but a cheap façade,

And santa claus a con man
that takes money

From little children
and leaves them with nothing
but disappointment.

(chuckling)

- Here you are, sir.

- What's all this about,
higgins?

Why are you bringing me milk?
- It's posset.

- Posset?
I'm not a sickly child.

- There's lots of rum in it.
- Oh!

Say no more.

Mm.

Ooh, it's good.

It's very good.

What have you done this time?

- What do you mean?
I'm just being nice, sir.

- Nice is not your nature.

What's going on?

- Just spreading
some christmas cheer.

- Something's rotten
in the state of denmark.

- Did you find a dress
for the concert tonight?

- No.

I'm afraid
we'll have to miss it.

I went to the box office,
and they said it's sold out.

- I already told you,
I bought us two tickets.

- Two. We need three,
one for mother.

- I still don't see the issue.

- George, we can't leave her
at home alone in such
a fragile state.

- Effie, it's a few hours!
She'll be fine.

- Absolutely not.
We're missing the choir
and that's that.

(sighing)

- Thank you for the car, santa.

- Well, you are
very welcome, son.

- I'm glad that I could help.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

- Danny, do you remember me?

Detective murdoch.
- Yes.

- Um, when you wrote your letter
to santa about the car,

Did you put it
in that mailbox?

- Yes! You tell him
your christmas wishes,

And then they come true.

- Thank you.

- William, what is going on?

- Julia, I believe santa claus
may be the killer!

- What!? William!

- Pardon me, mr. Nicholas.

Detective murdoch,
toronto constabulary.

I need you to come with me.

- Ho! Ho! Ho!
Hello, son!

Well, now, what do you
want for christmas?

- Get up or I will force you up.

- Ho, ho, ho!
How about a shiny new badge?

Boop!
(laughing)

- All right. That's it.

- Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!
(exclaiming)

Hey! Hey! Ah! Hey!

(exclaiming)

Help!

- Don't look.

- What are you doing to santa?

- Just need to ask him
a question!

- You can't put him in jail.
- I never said that!

- You're ruining christmas!

- Oh!
(grunting)

(all exclaiming)

- All right.
You're coming with me.

- What? But I didn't
do anything!

Help!
- Move it!

(door opening)
- well, no santa for us.

(door closing)

(indistinct chatter)

- You are very definitely
on the naughty list.

Those children are
scarred for life.

- You resisted arrest.

- And you destroyed christmas
for those youngsters.

- You admitted to delivering
that car to that lad's home,

One that had been stolen
from a murdered man.

- I was just playing along.
I don't know anything
about a murder.

- What about the orphanage?

- What orphanage?
- Don't play games with me.

The children
of the st. Nicholas orphanage

Wrote you to save them
from being evicted.

Then they receive
a large sum of money.

- I had nothing to do with that.

Look, 11 months of my life

I'm a blacksmith
in picton county.

One month a year,
I play santa claus.

If I had the money to buy
roadsters and save orphanages,

Do you think I'd be doing
what I'm doing?

Truth be told, I don't even
read the damn letters.

(sighing)
- I knew it.

- What?
- Nothing.

You're a fraud.

- I'm a man with a job,
one I work hard at every day.

Ask anyone.

Now will you let me go?

- I'm not in the business
of releasing killers.

- I didn't kill anyone!

(knocking on door)
- how goes it, ebenezer?

Santa still in the cells?

- He remains the most
viable suspect.

- And what about the children
waiting for him?

- I'm sure mr. Gleeton
will just hire another one.

- What do you think about
wristwatches?

- They seem quite practical,
actually. Why?

- I'm thinking of getting
watts one.

I hear they're all the rage.

But I wonder...
- Wonder what?

- Would you consider
a wristwatch jewelry?

- Oh.

Ah, well, I suppose.

- If one wears an adornment,
it's jewelry.

- Yes, but it remains
a suitable gift,

Although these are much more
than three dollars.

(door closing)

- Ah, my very own
ebenezer scrooge.

- You've been speaking
with the inspector?

- No, but if the shoe fits.

- Where is susannah?
- I just put her down.

- I'll kiss her good night.

- Did you bring her
a lump of coal?

(chuckling)
- witticisms abound.

(laughing)

(soft music)

- "dear santa claus,
do the misdeeds of my parents

Affect my position
on the nice list?

I myself have been a picture
of niceties all year long,

And I hope to see the rewards
of that with a bandalore.

With sincerity,
william murdoch."

(classical music playing)

- Could you imagine
hearing handel's messiah

Live and in person?
- Yes.

Well, there's always
next year, george.

- Gingerbread.
Get it while it's hot.

- No, thank you, mrs. Newsome.

It gives me terrible
indigestion.

- Well, more for me
and effie. Darling?

- Mother, you know I don't
like gingerbread.

- Well, your father loves it.

Oh, he really does.

I'll just... I'll just
throw it away.

- Would it have
killed you to try one?

- Uh, yes, it might have!

It gives me terrible
indigestion.

- You said, george.
- Severe indigestion, effie.

(sighing)

(knocking on door)
- sir.

- Thank you, henry.

- Best of the season
to you, sir.

What are you up to?

- Um, two deaths so far have
been linked to these letters.

I'm looking for the next
possible victim.

- Could you use some help?

- Well, certainly.
Thank you, henry.

- Ah, my pleasure.

Look for any mention

Of people who have
been... Naughty.

- Yes.

You know, sir, this christmas
has rattled my nerves.

One wonders what
the holiday is coming to.

- I couldn't agree more!
It's shameful.

- Where's your mother?
- She won't leave her room.

- Well, why don't you
take her out shopping?
That'll cheer her up.

- George, what would
cheer her up is my father
coming to get her.

- Then ask him to.
- He would never.

He's very proud.

- Then we'll give him
a reason to.

Come with me.

Come on.

- You sure this is a good idea?

What do you want me to do?

- Well, just root around.
- Root around?

- Yes, root around!
You're, you're discovering
the wonders of a new planet.

- How do you propose I do that?
- Oh, just root around.

(clattering)
there we go.

(clanking)
excellent!

This will get your father here
tout de suite.

- Most of the letters were
unopened, sir, except for these.

- This one is complaining
to santa because her father

Doesn't make enough money
to buy her what she wants.

And this one?
He's asking for an automobile.

- Children don't know
what things cost, sir.

- They should learn
that the important things
in life don't cost a thing.

- Well, I suspect
that's a lesson lost
on most of us, sir.

Most of what I make, I spend on
ruth and it's never enough.

I swear sometimes it's...

But heck! It's christmas.

Hang on, sir.
Have a look at this one.

It's a letter from
the orphanage.

- Ah, yes.
That's from little tina

Asking santa to make
mr. Barnes disappear...

- It seems santa
granted her wish.

- He certainly did that.

Anything you'd like to say?

- I've never seen this before.
- It was opened.

- And, as I told you,
I don't read the letters.

- Well, then, who does?

- I didn't think anyone did.

- Well, then how do children get
what they want if you don't...

Of course.
You're not real.

- Can I leave now?

- You can leave when
this matter is resolved.

- Can I get you anything?

Milk and cookies?

- Do you have anything stronger?

- I'll see what I can do.

(door closing)

- I must confess, this season
never gives me much joy.

- You're a scrooge as well?
- Excuse me?

- Charles dickens?
A christmas carol?

- You read charles dickens?

- What's wrong with
charles dickens?

- Oh! Well, I've never been
one for fiction,

But fiction combined
with christmas themes
is just too much.

- Well, I share
the same feelings.

I've never been one
for the holiday.

- Not even as a child?
- Oh. Especially as a child.

My father was always
running one scheme or another
during christmas.

It usually ended up
in us being on the run
before the day even came.

- Hm.
(spits)

So it's hard to miss
what you never had.

- All it is for me
is another day

Complicated by the fact that
you have to buy someone a gift,

And if you don't buy
the right thing,

They'll judge you for it.
- Oh!

Don't worry, miss hart.

I don't want for much.

- I'm not buying for you,
llewellyn.

- Oh.

- But I do know who is.
- Is that so?

- Are you curious?
- Well...

- Help! Anyone! Help!

There's something
going on over at gleeton's!

I was just closing up for
the evening and I saw this.

- Ah, detective llewellyn watts
with the toronto constabulary.

Are you all right?
(muffled speech)

Right, right.

- Ah, thank you.
- Let me guess. Naughty?

- Mother?

Mother, really?

- What's she doing?
- Leaving.

- Well, she can't do that!
- Why?

- Because your father
might be on the way!

Mrs. Newsome, please.
You can't leave.

- Well, where are you
even going?

- My sister's.
I'm not welcome here

And I won't stay
where I'm not wanted.

- How can you say that?
I want you here.

Uh, please, deirdre,
I want you to stay.

I want you to be...
To be happy for christmas.

Isn't that right, effie?
- Yes! That's right.

- What could be more important

Than being with family
at christmas?

- Did you just say
family christmas?

Did you just say that?
A family christmas?

When perry isn't here?

Oh! Please.

- Do you ever think
before you speak?

Mother?
- No.

- Mother?
- No.

- He didn't mean that!

- Oh, for the love
of saint stephen.

- Who did this to you?

- I didn't see.

He hit me from behind.

- And what can you tell me
about this?

- Whoever clobbered me
jammed it into my mouth.

- Who is amanda blake?

- She's a student of mine.

- Ah.

We received this, mr. Lark:

"please, santa, I have been
ensnared within the clutches

Of a horrible monster
named mr. Perigrew lark.

He takes pleasure
in being horrible

And making children cry.

Most recently, he has stolen
my favourite spinning top

Right before christmas,
and I am anguished."

- Huh.

- Oh, this is funny?

- That is the best piece
of writing amanda has
produced in some time.

- Why would she call you
a monster?

- I admit I am a teacher
who runs a tight ship,

But I am certainly
not a monster.

- Then why would she write this?

- I repeatedly told her

That she could not bring
her toys to school.

She wouldn't listen
and brought in this terribly
annoying spinning top.

So, I confiscated it.

- That's all?
- That's all.

- Hm.

Certainly not actions
punishable by death, or...

- Have a merry christmas,
murdoch.

- Well, you as well, sir.

- Off home?
- Not quite yet.

- Oh. Mass?
- No.

I'm going to stop
by the blake residence.

The killer tends
to reward the nice.

Perhaps I can catch him
in the act.

- Not much of a christmas eve.

- Oh, I'll be there on the day.

- I'll go with you, sir.
- Oh!

No, thank you, henry.
It's christmas eve.

- Crime doesn't take a break
for the holidays, sir.

- What's going on
with you, higgins?

- Nothing.

- Ever since this christmas
killer came out

You've been acting
like a decent person.

Something tells me
that somebody thinks
they're on the list.

- Just doing my job, sir.

- It might be too late
to make amends.

- Hang on, sir!

I'm coming.

- Two months before christmas,

Ruthie provides me with a list
of objects she desires.

They're ranked and itemized.

It's my job to find them.

Last year I had to write
to paris, France for a scarf,

If you can imagine.

- Why does a woman like ruth,

Who presumably has everything,
need a gift?

- Well, everyone likes
surprises, sir.

- Well, it's hardly a surprise
if it's ranked and itemized.

- Well, everyone
likes a present.

- Not everyone gets a gift.
- Look, sir.

- Is that a spinning top?
- It appears to be.

- You there! Elf!
Toronto constabulary.

- Stop!

(rhythmic music)

(choir singing)

(exclaiming)

(grunting)
- help!

Help!

- This man is under arrest.

Go about your business.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ deck the halls
with boughs of holly... ♪♪

- Very good, henry!

- Thank you, sir.

(knocking on door)

- I'll get it.

(knocking on door)

Mr. Newsome!

Thank god you're here.

(door closing)
come in.

You got the pictures?
- What pictures?

- The pictures of the aliens.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

I've come to see my wife.

- What do you want?

- I want you to come home.

- Why?

- Because it's christmas.

Because you're my wife and...

Because I love you.

- Are you sorry?

- I took a coach
all the way here.

Of course I'm sorry.

- He's sorry.
He's sorry.

Oh, darling.
(chuckling)

Okay.
(chuckling)

Now you two enjoy
your first christmas alone

And I'll go get my bags.

- Now, what was this
you said about aliens?

- Perry?

- I suppose it can wait.

(chuckling)

- You don't see what I see.

- Could you clarify that?
- I see greed.

I see evil.

- I see plenty of both.

- Well, then, you know greed
and evil are always rewarded.

- Well, that's not always true.

- If that's the case it's
because of men like you and I.

- You and I are nothing alike.

- You arrested santa claus.

- Because I believed him
to be a criminal.

- Santa's no criminal.

He rewards the good
and punishes the naughty.

- And he wasn't doing his job.

So, you took it upon yourself.

- I'm santa's
little helper, yes.

- Well, then, you are under
arrest for murder.

On christmas eve.

- It's so gracious of you and
george to have us in your home.

I would have thought you'd want
to have christmas alone.

- Oh, we had christmas alone.
Many times.

- Yes, it's quite striking,
inspector. Thank you.

- That cost more than
three dollars!

What about the rules?
- Sir?

- Such a stickler for rules.

- You had me, george?

- This is for you, sir. Yes.
- Oh.

Open it.
- Ooh.

(clears throat)

- Rather extravagant,
don't you think?

- Don't worry, darling.
I haven't forgot you.

- Oh! Jewelry.
Oh! It's beautiful.

- It's not bloody jewelry.
It's a practical timepiece.

Nothing more.

- Aren't all adornments
some form of jewelry?

- No!
- Yes!

- No. Definitely not.

- Uh, george, what is this?

- Sir, it's an electric toaster.
It has various settings.

It will cook your bread
to perfection... On both sides.

- Oh, that's ingenious.

Oh, I wish I'd thought of that.

- Thank you.

- Uh, and here you are, sir.

- Oh, you didn't have to get
everyone a gift, higgins.

Besides, the killer's
already been caught.

- Oh! Well, I know that, sir,

But it was too late
to return them.

- Much appreciated.
- A scalpel. Ha.

Your husband's
an infinitely practical man.

- I should say.

When we were courting,
he gave me a bullet extractor.

(laughing)
- you never know.

- Oh, william.
This one's for you.

- Oh, are you sure? I've just
received a toasting...

Thank you.
...Device.

- I believe this one
is from santa.

- Santa?

Oh. It's a bandalore!

I've always wanted one of these.

Julia, how could you
have known...

- I think santa might have
finally got your letter.

- Thank you.
- All right, everyone.

I'd say we can do
a little bit better

Than that silly
christmas concert.

Can't we, george?
- Yes, indeed we can.

(soft piano music)

♪ god rest ye merry gentlemen ♪

♪ let nothing you dismay ♪

♪ remember christ our saviour
was born on christmas day ♪

♪ to save us all
from satan's power ♪

♪ and we were led astray ♪

♪ oh tidings of comfort
and joy ♪

♪ comfort and joy ♪

♪ oh tidings of comfort
and joy ♪♪

(laughing)

(♪♪)

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