All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S11E00.Home.for.the.Holidays.WEBRip.x264-TBS

Half way across the country for
bloody Christmas, I don't envy you.

It will be quite an adventure.

It's been years since William has
seen his brother. He's very excited.

How can you ever tell what he's feeling?

- Best of the season, George.
- Sir.

Mrs. Brackenreid.

- Inspector.
- Murdoch.

Safe travels to the both of you.

- Be sure to send a postcard now.
- We shall.

Happy holidays!

Must be nice to have
the money to gadabout

whenever anyone chooses.

I'm not sure I'd characterize
Murdoch as a gadabout.

That may be,

but they obviously have money.

Unlike some of us.

Constable.

Sometimes I hate this
bloody season, Crabtree.

Huh... Pardon me.

I must confess I've
never been to Victoria.

Oh, it's lovely. The
jewel of the Pacific.

Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha!

William! It's nice of you to drop in.

It's a bit bumpy.

Mrs. McPherson, this is my
husband, William Murdoch.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Pleasure.

Mrs. McPherson is
traveling to Victoria...

Oh I'm not going as far as all that.

- I'm getting off in Winnipeg.
- Oh.

- I'm sure that will be nice.
- You haven't been then I take it.

And you think this is the answer?

He's regarded as a financial genius.

He looks a little young.

He's clearly a man, Thomas.

You can tell just by looking at
him that he's very... intelligent.

Are you sure he knows
what he's talking about?

You're the one who's always saying

the banks are pulling a fast one on us.

All bankers live in bloody palaces.

- And who pays for that?
- Precisely.

Only nitwits keep their money in banks.

Ladies and gentlemen!

The Financial Exchange
Company is most pleased

to have you with us at
our Gala. And tonight,

we offer you a very special
Christmastime opportunity.

As you know, our bonds sell at
a cost of one thousand dollars.

In exchange, the bond holder is entitled

to one hundred dollars a week

for the next fifteen weeks.
A fifty percent return.

And many of you have
already made a mint.

But... the company's success

has been even greater
than anticipated. And so,

as my gift to you,

every one thousand dollar bond

purchased between now and Christmas Day

will pay one hundred dollars a week

for twenty weeks!

A one hundred percent return!

Thank you! It's all
true! You can hold this.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen.
You give your money to me.

And I make the magic happen.

It all seems too good to be true.

Verna Jones bought an
Oldsmobile last month,

and still has profit in her account.

We were hesitant, too.

And then we bought our first sailboat.

Preston is thinking of
taking up horse breeding.

Stallions pay for themselves.

- I'll say.
- Don't you see, Thomas?

We can have everything we've dreamed of.

Hmm.

After listening to Mrs. McPherson,

I must say I'm striking Winnipeg
off my list of places to visit.

Well, that's one woman's perspective.

Now Julia, you must mind yourself.

According to Jasper,
people from the west coast

don't have much time
for us Torontonians.

What could they possibly
find wrong with Toronto?

I have no idea.

Well I find the whole idea of not
being welcome a little off-putting.

Are you sure we are not imposing
on your brother and his family?

- We won't be.
- Even though we're from Toronto.

I don't think so. In any case,

I have booked us a hotel room
for the duration of our stay.

William!

I merely heeded Benjamin
Franklin's words.

Guests are like fish,

they begin to smell after three days.

It's much like passengers on a train.

Julia!

I always wanted to be a dancer.

I wouldn't mind seeing that.

Henry, you know I have two left feet.

What does that have to do with anything?

Say, what will we be
doing for Christmas?

We have to do something for
Christmas, Henry. We can't...

- not do something for Christmas.
- Obviously.

- Do you have anything planned?
- Of course!

- I just haven't had time to...
- Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh!

I see what's going on here. Say
no more, Higgins, say no more.

- No more about what?
- He's got something planned, I guarantee it.

- A Christmas surprise?
- Well, one year he spent the whole week

telling me how he'd
spend Christmas alone

only to show up at the last
minute with all of my aunts,

- all the way from Newfoundland.
- Oh.

- I don't care much for my aunts.
- What I'm saying is,

I'm sure he's got something planned.

Probably something nice that
all four of us can enjoy.

Where to tonight, gentlemen?

- Well, there's Piggy's, just down the way.
- Perfect.

- I won't be a moment.
- Oh, I'm coming with you.

I want to try on that lip rouge.

We'll be waiting...

Why would you tell them
I had something incredible

- planned for Christmas?
- You do. Don't you?

- No!
- That's alright, Higgins.

She doesn't seem to be the
type of woman who gets upset.

I'll tell you what, we'll go for
a carriage ride through High Park.

She's a Newsome, George.

It would have to be a yacht
ride through High Park.

Wait, I have it. We'll go see
the Christmastime puppet show.

This is a woman who has been to
the Met and the Louvre, George,

you think she's gonna be
impressed with a puppet show?

Well, Higgins, it shouldn't
be about what we're doing.

It's Christmastime. It should
be about who you're with.

I think that's the
stupidest thing you've said

in your entire life, George.

William...

You were certainly feeling extravagant!

And I received a nice
reduction for booking early.

After the train, it's like a dream.

- Watch yourselves, you two.
- High spirits.

- But no manners.
- There he is.

Jasper!

- What's her name again?
- Daphne.

- Daphne.
- William. Here. Oh! Ah! Yes.

- Yes.
- Hello, Jasper.

Hello, Julia.

Mrs. Murdoch, it is lovely to meet you.

It's lovely to meet
you too, Mrs. Linney.

But... but it's Mrs.
Ogden... Doctor actually,

- but please, call me Julia.
- Julia.

Oh, of course, I just assumed

you would have taken your
husband's name by now.

I haven't.

- How was your trip?
- Oh, it was grand.

We are so blessed to live
in such a marvelous country.

And only six days to cross it.

I must say, although
we are very grateful,

you didn't need to come all
the way down here to greet us.

We... are taking you home

- Home?
- We've canceled your reservation.

Oh! But I've already paid.

Oh, I got you a full
refund. Here it is...

Plus the difference from booking early.

I just made you twenty dollars.

- Oh!
- I thought you would like that.

I've had the bellman transfer
your bags to the coach.

We can't have you spending
Christmas in amongst strangers.

I can't think of
anything more depressing.

No, of course not.

And I suppose your home
will be more restful.

It seems that no one is
prepared to control those...

Rudolphina! Georgina!

Time to go. Come, come. There we are.

Now, girls,

I want you to say hello to your
Uncle William and Aunt Julia.

- Hello.
- Nice to meet you.

We're going home now.

- I get the front!
- No you don't!

Yes I do!

They are so looking forward
to getting to know you.

We've best get outside
before they get into mischief.

Yes. We're just out front.

: It wasn't me!

Oh, Julia...

I'm certain it will be lovely.

Champagne...

What in the world... ?

- Hello.
- Mother said to get up now.

- Hurry! We're already late.
- Where are we going?

To a holiday tea. Hurry up,

Mother and Father are waiting.

A holiday tea. That should be nice.

As would some notice!

Verna Jones just bought a motorcar.

I thought you said they
bought one last month?

Her husband did. This
one's just for her.

What kind of family needs two motorcars?

It's not about need. It's about want.

And they can have anything
they want. And so can we.

Putting together a thousand
dollars will take every last penny.

We'll have nothing left for Christmas.

If we get in now, we'll have
the first payout in no time.

So we'll have one hundred
dollars to spend on Christmas.

And then, with each passing week

we'll get richer and richer!

- All right.
- Yes!

I'll go to the bank and
ensure the money's ready.

- You deliver the cheque.
- Alright.

What's the company called again?

I have the card right
here. It is Charles Ponzi.

- This is lovely!
- It is.

- You do realize we could be staying here?
- Yes.

- But we're not.
- We are not.

- We're enjoying family.
- Yes, we are.

Yes, we are.

Old friends. The girls
haven't seen them in ages.

This is lovely.

Yes. It's a family tradition.

Huh... What are some of yours?

I must say I haven't spent Christmas

- with my family in many years.
- I see.

My father and mother have both passed.

And my sister is always
off on some adventure.

Well, then we are certainly
very pleased to be here for you.

Rudolphina!

Stop it!

I suppose she was just
making a tea sandwich!

A tea sandwich. Very good.

We have a full day ahead
of us, let's not dally.

- Jasper Linney!
- Oh!

Mrs. Byrne. There you are.

I have been requesting to speak
with you for the past two days.

Well, I do apologize.

But my brother and his wife
are visiting from out of town.

- They are from Toronto.
- Oh. Well, good for you.

I need you to come back
with me to my site now.

It has been compromised. We have
been hearing suspicious noises,

- the equipment has been tampered...
- Now, Mrs. Byrne.

You know the land
belongs to the Songhees.

And we have their blessing. I'm...

I'm sorry, did... did you just
say that he was your brother?

I am.

So that would make you William Murdoch,

the detective that he's
always speaking about?

- It would.
- Well...

Then this might be of interest to you.

Megan Byrne. My partner
and I, Dr. Drummond,

we've discovered an ancient
settlement just miles from here.

We haven't yet determined
which of the local Indian bands

may be the original inhabitants
of the island, but we are so close.

That's fascinating!

Dr. Julia Ogden.

Huh... Pleased. As I was saying,

I believe that someone

is trying to halt our work.

Which your brother seems
to care nothing about.

Oh, please. All right. Mrs.
Byrne, I'll accompany you.

But please, let me finish my tea.

I'll wait.

Right.

Care to take a look?

Go, William.

I'm sure I can find a way to
entertain myself back at the house.

- You certainly will.
- Alright.

Mrs. Byrne...

We will fill hours making
decorations with the children.

They're so looking forward
to getting to know you better.

Delightful.

Higgins!

I've got them.

- Got what?
- Tickets to the puppet show.

George!

Higgins, these were very hard to
come by. They cost a a fortune...

Henry! Henry! Henry! Henry!

- What's going on?
- I can't tell them, you tell them.

- We have an idea.
- A marvelous idea.

- For Christmas.
- I have a chalet in Vermont.

Well, my family has a chalet in Vermont.

It's always empty
because, you know, Vermont.

But in the winter, it is beautiful!

- So romantic.
- And European.

We can spend every second of
every day alpine snow-skiing!

- Well, that sounds great!
- Oh no, wait!

- But Henny Penny, you had something planned...
- Shhh, shhh.

Forget that, dear. George
and I adore snow-skiing.

Really?

Yes.

Have I not told you that before?

I feel like I'm always
going on about how much...

I love snow skiing.

We will take care of everything.
You two don't have to move a muscle.

We need to go to Christian's.

- I don't think this is a good idea, Higgins.
- Of course it is.

- I'm off the hook.
- But you and I don't adore

snow skiing, Henny-Penny.
We've never been in our lives.

I'm not even sure I know what it is.

It's just walking around in the
snow with bits of wood on your feet.

How hard can it be?

Well, Dr. Drummond and I have been
working in this area for months.

And we were getting ready
to move further up the coast

when we discovered something.

The possibility of a
permanent encampment.

The ancestors of the
people who live here now?

Yes. The Songhees,

- although I don't know... perhaps...
- There are dozens of Indian bands

on Vancouver Island.

Perhaps someone disrupted your camp

because they didn't want you to discover

who those original people were.

I was guessing it was simply
somebody trying to cause nuisance.

You certainly do have a nose
for the devious, Detective.

It's part of the job.

Well, perhaps if you
stay here long enough,

some of that will finally
rub off on your brother.

It would appear we found a family
dwelling of some permanence.

It looks of a size to have
housed at least twenty people.

We expect to find more
in the area. Mr. Drummond!

He's got to be here
somewhere. Mind the path.

Ernest!

What can you tell us about this weapon?

Markings are familiar.

It's a style that's
common to the region.

- Songhees?
- I believe so.

I told you.

I told you that someone
was trying to stop us.

Miss Byrne,

we will find whoever did this.

Alright. We should get Mr.
Drummond's remains back to Victoria.

Right.

We can use this ladder as a stretcher.

Good.

Margaret! As soon as we
get that first payment,

we're spending every last
penny of it on Christmas.

We can get a turkey. And a duck.

And a chicken. Ha! Ha! Ha!

We can put one inside the other.

Don't be disgusting, Thomas.

Bobby!

I've got a task for you.

I want you to write down every
single thing you want for Christmas.

Anything at all.

Anything?

Let your imagination run wild, son.

- Really?
- Really.

George? What's wrong?

Well, Higgins, I went to the library
and I got the Alpines...

Lilienfeld Skilauf Technik.

It's a book about alpine
snow-skiing, Henry.

This is no walk in the woods.

This is mad Norsemen strapping
eight foot planks to their feet

and clambering up the top of a mountain.

- That sounds miserable.
- And when they get there,

they turn around and plummet back down!

Why?

God knows. But that's what they do.

And once it's done, they do it again

and again and again, all
day, every day, until...

Until what?

Well until you're dead, I suppose.
Wrapped around some frozen tree,

with a ravenous mountain
lion gnawing at your bones.

There's no way that
Ruth wants to do this.

She must not understand
what snow-skiing is.

Who's ready to fall down a mountain?

Nina, is this really
something you want to do?

Of course. Why wouldn't I want to?

- It seems rather dangerous.
- Only if you don't know what you're doing.

- Not for old hands like us.
- So you've been...

snow-skiing before, also?

Oh, many times. I used to see an Oslolu.

- What?
- A man from Oslo.

We spent an entire winter
cooped up in a cabin.

I don't need to know anything else

about Oslolus, thank you.

Ruth... are you really going to
fly down a mountain on those things?

What?

Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no.

You are.

Yes, we'll be getting new
ones for ourselves, but...

these belonged to my dearly beloved
departed brother Roger and I know...

that he would want you to have them.

So we're off to the
sporting goods store.

Toodles, boys.

Julia?

- You're here!
- For now.

For now? What do you mean, for now?

There's been a murder.

- Jasper and I will need to...
- Aunt Julia!

- Rudolphina stole my glue.
- It's not her glue.

Well, your mother is in the kitchen.

Maybe she can help you sort it.

Mother! Mother!

- Mother!
- I'll need to meet Jasper

- at the station house.
- How did the victim die?

Stabbed.

Oh! I see.

Now get back and entertain your Auntie.

Well, I think you need
an expert confirmation.

- Oh, that won't be necessary...
- Now, William,

just because I am on vacation

I'm not going to abandon
my professional obligations.

Where's Aunt Julia?

She'll be back.

Soon.

This is an excellent facility.

Thank you. It was my initiative.

Thanks to you.

- Me?
- Yes.

Your reputation precedes you, brother.

I'm well aware of the number of cases

you have solved using medical science.

I believe the credit
goes to Doctor Ogden.

Well then, the two of you
have revolutionized policing.

You are... criminal
science investigators.

Criminal science
investigators? I like that.

Anything of note?

A clean clear wound to the heart.

- Death would have come quickly.
- Nothing else?

Whoever did this was
skilled in the act of murder.

You think it could have been her?

You know the answer to that, William.

- Off course it could have been.
- What do you know about the two of them?

I have no reason to believe

they are anything other
than what they say they are.

Archaeologists.

Could Miss Byrne be
playing the innocent?

Leading you to the person she killed?

She seemed genuinely moved
by Dr. Drummond's death.

Would one of the Songhees
have reason to kill him?

I don't see why.

Apparently the Band gave their
blessing for them to conduct their work.

Still Miss Byrne believes the
murder weapon was one of theirs.

- I believe a visit is in order.
- Hmm-mmm.

Oh, hello! We were just on our way home.

Yes, I thought we could take a
Christmas walk along Foul Bay.

Oh, good Lord! What happened to you?

Oh! I was just working.

- What do you do?
- I discover how people die.

- Is that people blood?
- It is.

- You cut them open?
- Well, if necessary.

- Can I see you do that?
- Children, that's quite enough.

Jasper, I trust we will see you at home.

Yes.

- Can't I just see what she's going to do?
- No. It's inappropriate.

The man at Eaton's
was simply delightful.

He gave me fifty dollar
credit without batting an eye!

- Why wouldn't he? He'll have his money.
- A new coat?

They say the clothes
make the man, Margaret.

Oh, put that over there.

- Thomas...
- I didn't feel like the usual ham sandwich today,

so I got a local chef to
provide something more fitting.

Roast quail with new potatoes.

Help yourself, there's
plenty for the both of us.

You don't think we're
taking this a little too far?

- Taking what too far?
- Oh!

Living such a lavish lifestyle.

One has to live within
one's means, Margaret.

And our means are the
size of bloody Australia,

thanks to Mr. Ponzi.

Fair dinkum!

And they'll speak with you?

My dealings with the Band and the Chief

have always been fair and
equitable on both sides.

The Chief has had no objections
to our digging on their land.

Maybe someone else in the Band did.

This Band was recently moved here.

Conditions are...

less than ideal.

Miss Byrne.

_

Less than ideal conditions may
be somewhat of an understatement.

There used to be a lot more of them too.

But times change.

For some people, not for the better.

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Detective Murdoch.

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What questions do you have for us?

Do you recognize this?

No.

- That's a Haida knife.
- Haida?

What would the Haida be doing here?

I don't know. Don't come back!

- But my work isn't over!
- Your invitation is.

We don't want you here.

- Please!
- Please! Miss Byrne, let's go.

Please.

Come on.

_

You cheated!

That's not possible. I merely
followed the directions.

- So did I.
- You're not very good.

- Neither is she.
- Georgie, hush.

Why can't we just buy
them like everyone else?

Because this is something we like to do.

- As a Family.
- Perhaps... we should take a break.

- Oh...
- Father,

look at Monty.

Is he all right?

He's been sleeping like that all day.

Likely just tired from all the
excitement around Christmas.

I think it's time for
some egg milk punch.

- Don't you think, Julia?
- What is that?

You've never heard of...

Jasper, can you believe it?

Well, you'll have to show the
good doctor how it is made.

Hurry along, Julia.

At Christmas we put rum in it.

Rum!

That is something.

All right, Higgins!

I'll go slow at first and
huh... we'll see how that goes.

Well... I don't think this
is a good idea, George.

Higgins, how else are we going
to learn to maneuver on snow-skis?

Well, maybe we should just tell them

that we don't really want to go.

We can't tell them that
we don't want to go.

We've told them we're experts.
It would be embarrassing.

Look, we're going to
learn how to snow-ski

before we get to Vermont
and that's the end of it.

- Why do I have to go first?
- Because this is all your fault!

Now hang on tight.

- Hold tight!
- Oooh!

George!

No, no, no, no, no! George! Oh no!

Oh! George! Wait! George!

George! Aaaah!

Aaaaaaah!

You are doing great, Henry!

That'll be our money.

Oh, Thomas! Carolers!

- How lovely.
- All right, that's enough.

Thomas! What on Earth
has gotten into you?

- Where's that bloody payment?
- I'm sure it's on its way.

Nothing is safer than an investment

- with Mr. Ponzi.
- Here's my list.

A bicycle?

A horse?

A BB gun?

- What do you want one of those for?
- We like to play cowboys.

You'll shoot your bloody eye out.

You told me to ask
for anything I wanted.

You promised me!

We need to talk to you.

- Where's your mother?
- She went shopping for a goose.

She told us to tell you she couldn't
wait any longer for a lazybones.

Oh. I see.

But now something's happened.

- What?
- Come see.

I'm afraid he's dead.

- We know that.
- But we don't know why.

Oh, well...

We should wait for your mother.

She'll just say what she
always does when this happens.

- What does she say?
- God took him.

But I certainly don't know
what God needs all our dogs for.

- There's been more than one?
- Three so far.

Oh!

Well... Perhaps God
isn't the cause of death.

Then what?

I don't know.

I thought you said your job
was finding out why things die.

- Well, it...
- Can you tell us why Monty died?

Can you keep a secret?

- What are you doing?
- Aunt Julia told me to.

- What? Where is she?
- In there. With Georgina.

- You stop this right now.
- But Aunt Julia said...

I don't give a hang
what Aunt Julia said!

Oh dear! Your mother's home.

- Quickly.
- Oh no!

What in God's name are you...

- Is that... ?
- We found out how Monty died!

He was eating poisonous plants!

Yes, and I had

- Rudolphina remove them from the gar...
- Get out!

Mother?

I would like you to leave my home. Now!

There are dozens of
bands on Vancouver Island.

Some of their designs are very similar.

- Then why say it was Songhees?
- Because I made a mistake,

all right? The knife
was found after all in

the body of the man I had just
worked with for twenty years.

- My mentor.
- Excuse me. May I help you?

I heard you talking about Indians.

- And your point, sir?
- My farm was just attacked by these savages.

Attacked? Was anyone hurt?

- No. I ran them off.
- Who were they?

- Do you have a description?
- How am I supposed to know?

- They were just Indians.
- They're people.

Did you even see them?

One of them dropped this.

Does that look like something
a civilized person would wear?

Looks to be from the same band.

I tend to agree.

If the Songhees are telling the truth...

Then we might be
looking for someone else.

And I'm not the only one
being attacked by these brutes.

And you... you're sitting around
your office doing nothing about it.

Who else has been attacked?

Talk to Robert Duncan
from the mining company.

I heard the savages raided
his assay office two days ago.

Burned it down to the ground.

Mr. Duncan will talk
to us in the morning.

- But we could do it now.
- Oh...

Mr. Duncan sets his own agenda.

It means we can go caroling tonight.

We should celebrate... the... holiday.

Daphne!

What is going on?

Your brother's wife and I

have decided a change in accommodation
would be best for all involved.

- Mother threw Aunt Julia out!
- You, get back to your room!

You can find her at this address.

I'll see you in the morning.

Julia?

William?

Happy Holidays!

Bloody Ponzi!

I went to the address on the back
of the card and he wasn't there.

Perhaps he took the day off.

He hasn't taken the day off,
Margaret! He's stolen our money.

No... it can't be...

I'm throwing the bugger in
jail the first chance I get.

You can't do that!

Then everyone will know we're fools.

Not to mention broke.

Margaret...

I didn't give him a thousand dollars.

- I gave him three thousand.
- What?

Margaret, keep quiet!

How did you get three thousand dollars?

I took out a second mortgage.

If we don't get our money back,

we'll lose the house.

I will give you that Daphne
acted somewhat uncharitably,

but you did cut open our family dog.

And found how he died!

Your wife had planted poinsettias.

Which I had removed

so that if you do entertain
getting another animal,

it won't suffer the same fate.

But you involved our children.

I was merely attempting
to satisfy their curiosity.

Perhaps if someone else in
your family did that more often

- they wouldn't be such little...
- Perhaps we should get back to the business at hand.

Excellent idea.

Yes.

I was thinking that maybe we
should speak with the Haida.

Oh! Good luck.

If they don't want to
be found, they won't be.

The Haida, they're
not like the Songhees.

All the Bands are proud people.

The Haida were steeled by warfare.

And of all the people in the region,

they have the most cause to dislike us.

Why is that?

Because ninety percent of their
numbers died from smallpox.

They've been pushed from their lands

or fled trying to escape the disease.

Still, they may be our best chance
at discovering who killed your mentor.

That may be, but they won't be
found if they don't want to be.

- So you won't help?
- I can't.

Besides, I'm getting back to my work.

No. You have been forbidden.

The Hewess only said that

because of your accusations.

- I can make peace with him.
- Look, Miss Byrne...

I am going to finish my work
that I started with Mr. Drummond.

Excuse me.

- Well, Mr. Duncan awaits.
- Yes.

As does my luxurious accommodation.

Mr. Duncan!

Merry Christmas.

Don't say that. I
don't care much for it.

And why is that?

Christmas insults me.

You know, there is nothing wrong
with getting a lump of coal.

- Coal is damned valuable!
- It certainly is, Mr. Duncan.

What happened at your assay office?

The savages burnt it to the ground.

- Why?
- How would I know?

My men and I chased them off. Would
have killed them if they hadn't fled.

You should have called the police.

- I can handle my own affairs.
- Where did they go?

Back into the woods where they belong.

Have there been any other
encounters since that incident?

Of course not. Bloody cowards.

Anything else?

Not for now.

Merry Christmas.

If you say so.

Mrs. Murdoch!

As I said before, it's Dr. Ogden.

Hello, girls!

What can I do for you?

My children were wondering
if they could see you.

Please, it is something
they really want.

- Come on in, girls.
- Auntie Julia!

Thank you, Mrs... Huh, Dr. Ogden.

I will be by to fetch them later.

Well... What do you want to do?

- Same as we did yesterday.
- Oh...

Well, I'm sorry, I don't seem
to have been any dead creatures

- to play with today.
- Oh...

But if you want to
continue your education...

I do have an idea.

Why don't we just say
that you slipped on ice?

Doing what?

Walking across, I suppose.

Where was I going?

Oh, I don't... To get to
the other side of the ice.

- Why didn't I just go around it, George?
- Oh, Higgins, I don't know!

You come up with something then,

instead of constantly
poking holes in my stories.

We could at least say I was
injured catching a criminal.

You catching a criminal? Henry,

we want to keep it believable.

You're the one who
nearly killed me, George.

Henry!

My dear dear dearest love.

- What happened to you?
- Huh... I slipped.

He... slipped chasing
a dastardly villain.

There was a magnificent
chase through the streets.

There was a horse... and a motorcar

- and a sleigh.
- A sleigh? With Santa?

With an evil Santa, yes. A bad Santa.

And Henry was clinging to the
back of the sleigh for dear life,

and the sleigh was on fire,

and then Higgins managed
to... to climb aboard

and subdue the villain,
saving countless lives

- and then he slipped.
- From the sleigh?

No. He actually slipped
on a patch of ice.

Just walking across from
one side to the other.

- This was all after the sleigh business.
- And was that...

before or after you dragged him

behind your autocar
on a set of snow-skis?

- You know about that?
- Hmm. Yes.

Prissy Princewater was out Christmas
shopping and saw the whole thing.

And my friend Sangita,
she told me the rest.

She's always up on the
latest tittle-tattle.

Hello, Henry! I hope
you're feeling better!

Thank you.

I don't know what you
heard, Miss Newsome,

- but it was not how it appeared.
- No?

Well, the word was that Henry was
being dragged behind your autocar,

and then he went flying through
the window of a toy shop,

destroyed the whole window
and all the presents inside,

and those presents
were meant for orphans,

and now their Christmas
is surely ruined.

Well, I suppose it was how it appeared.

We were trying to learn how to snow ski.

Learn? I thought you two
were old hands at that.

Ruth, the fact of the matter is...

we've never heard of snow-skiing.

We were terrified.

We didn't want to look like fools.

Oh...

I suppose now we won't be
going on our trip after all.

Well... Of course we can.

Someone just needs to
push Henry up the mountain.

George, you could do
that, in a wheelchair.

And then he gets a jolly
ride all the way down.

And that is the right atrium.

But not the same sort of
atrium one would find in a home.

The sort you'd find in a cow.

Hello? It's Daphne.

- Everything under the bed.
- Hello?

Hello? I'm waiting!

- Oh! Aprons. Aprons.
- Hello?

- Daphne.
- Did they behave?

- They did.
- The entire time?

- Yes.
- Oh. Well...

Children, we should leave.

Thank you for your time, Dr. Ogden.

- Goodbye, Aunt Julia.
- Goodbye.

Don't worry, we won't tell her anything.

Georgina!

I can't say that I
don't envy you a little.

I do love Daphne, but...

Recently she seems lost.

There was a time when she had ambitions.

She still has time for them.

Ah... I'm fear she may
have lost her spirit.

Partially my fault, I'm afraid.

Why do you say that?

She was at University

when I met her.

She left to start our family.

All those years that I was...

posted in remote territories,

she had no one to talk
to save the children.

Now I fear that

she may think she has nothing more
to contribute than raising them.

And soon, they'll be done with her.

You seem quite settled now.

Perhaps you could
encourage her to do more.

William, I'm sorry to have treated you

to such a dismal Christmas.

No! I have no complaints.

Look at me, out here solving a crime.

With my brother no less.

It's like paradise.

Well...

On certain days of the year, yes.

I think you might feel
differently though when it rains.

That's when it becomes the Wet Coast.

Ah! How bad could it be?

Who's there?

If someone is out
there, show yourselves.

_ Show yourselves!

I am trying.

Dr. Ogden, is that you?

What are you doing here?

I was just so bored...

I was curious about what
you're up to out here.

Hoping you might need
a second pair of hands.

Well, I suppose I could.

Alright. Come and make yourself useful.

One of many families lived here.

The bands of the Salish, they
lived in established communities,

they built, they created, they traded.

They weren't just simple
hunters and gatherers,

they had a society as
sophisticated as our own.

Some would say we have
not treated them well.

And this work you are
doing will change that?

I very much doubt that.

But the way people once lived
has always fascinated me.

My mother told me I had a brain.
It was my responsibility to use it.

Wise woman. Mine thought so too.

You know, it's funny. Many of the
Bands that I have encountered...

- They're matriarchal in nature.
- Really?

- Is that true of the Band you are working with?
- No,

the Songhees' line, it's patriarchal,

but I've actually come to notice

the Hewess, the chief,

he's not the one making the decisions.

Who is?

The Band has a Clan Mother.

I've come to notice that she is the one

who makes the important decisions.

In fact, it was actually her
that permitted this expedition.

I told you not to come back.

- I thought...
- I don't lie.

And I don't make threats.

_

Alright.

I have no comment.

We've had multiple reports.

What exactly are the reports saying?

Word on the street is that
a whole swath of dimwits

have been suckered out of their money.

The perpetrator is apparently
a Mr. Charles Ponzi.

And what do you want
me to say about that?

Is the Constabulary aware of the matter?

There have been no reports.

I suppose they're too embarrassed.

Not much you could do anyway.

Just a pack of morons tossing
their money out the window.

Right.

Anyone simple enough to be
suckered by a two bit charlatan

deserves to lose their shirt.

I suppose there's some truth in that.

Perhaps there's a way to keep the
police out of the story all together.

"Flim flam man taxes the stupid."

It could be a full profile

on every bird-witted dullard
who fell for this scam.

A weekly feature on the suckers...

"Page three dum-dums."

Get out.

I beg your pardon?

Get out of my Station
House now, young lady.

I wish you and yours
the happiest of holidays.

And if you dare to print
any of this nonsense

I'll make sure the Toronto Telegraph

has a Christmas bonfire
to remember! You got that?

Is everything quite all right, sir?

Are you sure you're up
for this trip, George?

Yes. Of course. I'm always
up for new experiences.

And if Henry and I perish, well...

at least we're spending
time with the women we love.

It's a beautiful chalet in
the middle of nowhere, George.

We don't have to do any skiing at all.

Well, I like the sound of that.

I doubt they'll mind, it is Christmas.

Miss Bloom, that is thievery.

Then arrest me, Constable.

Though I must admit I had
more than my share last night.

There was a man in here spending money

- as if it were going out of fashion.
- Oh, really?

Round after round of
free drinks for all.

Quite the display of Christmas spirit.

Oh, I don't think it had
anything to do with that.

What, just filthy rich then?

Apparently, he scammed half of
Toronto out of their life savings.

One of them was even a Police Inspector.

The man scammed us out of everything.

How much did you give him?

All of it.

We'll be out of the house
by the end of the week.

Sir, why did you trust him?

It seemed too good to be true.

But he'd made a mint for the others.

He was robbing Peter to pay Paul.

Eh?

It's an age old bunco.

The first marks, they
get paid with money .

that the new suckers put in. Cheers.

By the time that dries up, well,

the grifter's high-tailed it.

How do you know so much about this?

Well,

let's just say Mimico wasn't
entirely built on mills and railroads.

Are you telling us the
entire Newsome family fortune

came from defrauding people?

I think the real question
here is whether or not

you want to get back
at this flimflammer?

I just want to get my money back.

We can do that too.

I'll need three players.

And the whole thing might be just a...

teensy bit against the law.

Alright then.

A real Christmas caper.

You are at the end of the world.

Or the beginning of it.

According to Charles Darwin,

- all life came from the sea.
- Hmmm.

William!

Look over there.

- Still warm.
- Hmmm.

William...

Oh!

Hello!

Let's go!

This way!

But we still need to speak to them!

You saw that they pulled
a knife on us, didn't you?

I noticed that.

I think we've lost them.

You first.

- I have children.
- I've met them.

Are you sure you wouldn't
prefer to go first?

I think we're clear.

Do you think there
are many more of them?

I certainly hope not.

William, I think we should run.

No, you shouldn't.

You speak English?

Of course I do.

Move.

Right then.

I've got customers
calling me at all hours

and I've nothing to give them.

Our financier will give us the funds
to resume production in January.

The Christmas season is
intended for enjoyment, sir.

No, it's not, you two!
It's for making money!

Well, we have plenty of that. So here,

take some and then shoo.

Ladies!

- Forgive the intrusion.
- No intrusion at all.

I couldn't help but overhear.

May I?

It seems...

you're every bit as savvy

as you are beautiful.

Now, do tell.

What business could attract two ladies

- as lovely as yourselves?
- Oh...

- I think it worked.
- Bloody well hope so.

Cosmetics?

I didn't think anyone outside the
world of the stage bought cosmetics.

Every woman likes to look her finest.

Some women hardly need the help.

And aren't you a charmer.

What's this now?

They're luring him in.

Well, it looks like
she's luring him into bed.

- I'm putting a stop to this.
- No you're not, Crabtree, sit down.

The truth is, women all
over the city buy cosmetics.

And they don't exactly
sell them at Eaton's.

No. Our first run was
ten thousand units.

We sold out every
single tube of lip rouge.

- All that without a storefront?
- That was our partner's idea.

The man who was just here.

First we sold to all our
friends here at the Star Room.

Then we offered them a deal.

They could have the
product at half the cost

if they just bought a little extra
and then sold to all their friends.

And those friends sold
to more friends and

soon enough we had hundreds of
salesgirls all buying our product.

How ingenious.

Like a pyramid.

If you don't mind my asking...

What if your financier gave
you the money right now?

Well, our partner would have the
factory up and running in no time.

We'd get the girls all the product,

and the money would
just start flowing in.

They'd likely make a killing.

They'd probably sell out
again before Christmas.

But we're in no hurry.

Our customers are happy
to wait until January.

Until then, we're just
going to enjoy ourselves.

Alright...

What exactly is your
deal with your financier?

- He gets thirty percent of the profits.
- For ten thousand dollars.

Miss Bloom! A word please.

You're supposed to be getting
his money, not seducing him.

If he likes me, then he'll trust me.

And if he trusts me, he
won't look too closely

at this ridiculous business proposal.

You look like you're
actually attracted to him.

I'm playing my part.
I'm naughty, she's nice.

- Then we fleece him for all he's worth.
- Would you two stop it?

- You're going to blow this whole thing.
- Sir...

Good evening.

Dammit!

- We've got him.
- He really went for it?

- Did he give you the money?
- Oh, not yet. But he will.

What's that supposed to mean?

He's gonna give us the ten thousand.
But he had a teensy request.

- Teensy teensy teensy.
- What?

He wants to see the factory tomorrow.

- Bollocks.
- Inspector.

We're sunk.

Where will we find a factory?
In twenty-four hours, no less.

None of you has a factory?

Why would any of us have a factory?

Fine. We can use one of mine.

Yes, we were at the mining office.

- And you burned it down.
- We did not.

We were only taking supplies.

What happened?

A man saw us. He started shooting.

We ran. We got nothing.

That's not what the
owner of the mine said.

He is a liar.

Here. Show them.

We were shot with no warning.

We meant no harm.

If you mean no harm,

then let us go.

Why should I?

May I?

Please.

It's alright, it's alright.

I only want to show it to you.

Here, you can take it.

This knife belongs to your Band, yes?

It was used to kill a man.

Also...

This was found at a farm
that had been raided.

We had no reason to kill any man.

Why are you here, dressed like this?

- This isn't your home.
- It once was.

We lived all up and down the coast.

And we are coming back
to where we belong.

You know why we wear these?

No.

Because your people made it
illegal for us to adorn our skin.

We made these

so that we could remember who we are.

And that is what we are doing now.

Becoming who we are once again.

But the knife?

I lost that knife when
we raided the office.

You have my word.

You know what this means.

I know what it could mean.

Let us prove you innocent.

- What's going on?
- What does it look like?

They're preparing for war.

You have to go to the police.

This is not your business.

The Haida are not welcome on this land.

People will be killed.

That never stopped your people.

Let me call the police,
let them help you!

They won't help. They never
have and they never will.

My husband will.

I am letting you leave.
Our fight is with the Haida.

Not you.

Go.

Let's go.

I... don't know where she is.

The children and I went
over to see her and...

- I don't even want Christmas anymore!
- Georgina, cease!

I was harsh. I am sorry.

Julia! Where have you been?

- I was at the hotel freshening up.
- All this time?

- We were with the Songhees.
- What?

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

But there is a problem.

A few years ago, daddy dearest
had a the most marvelous idea.

What's the most revolting
thing in the world?

A dead body. No! A decaying body.

No! Moths.

Cola!

- Cola? I like cola.
- Everyone likes cola.

Cola is brown, and that is revolting.

Miss Newsome, steak is
brown. Chocolate is brown.

- Brown sugar.
- So my daddy invented

Newsome's Pure Cola. Clear as a crystal.

- Never heard of such a thing.
- Well, he never actually made it.

He bought the factory, bought the cola,

could never get the brown out.

And here we are with an empty factory.

And what exactly am I supposed to do?

You'll be my foreman.

- Foreman Tom.
- Don't take liberties, Crabtree.

And we'll have to get
you some new clothes.

We can fill the order in twenty four
hours if we work round the clock, like.

- And what about the workers?
- Ah!

Tommy's lads are up for it.

- Right, mate?
- Mate?

- Sir.
- Hm.

What kind of steel are
you working with, Tom?

Tackle. Apparatus.

What the bloody hell is he on about?

My apologies, Mr. Ponzi,

old Tom has gone a bit hard of hearing.

Veritable fathead, if you ask me.

It's hardly a wonder he's
never done better for himself

than common labour.

- Listen to me, you sniveling little git...
- Sir.

- You're gonna ruin it.
- I'll ruin him.

- Don't you want the money?
- I'll rip his head off in a bloody minute.

Sir, we have to be patient
and stick to the plan.

Alright then!

Mr. Ponzi!

My apologies. You know
what it can be like

dealing with the working man.

Right then. As for the steel
coming out of this place,

I can vouch for it myself.
Top of the line, mate.

I mean, dusters, pourers,

- mixers, waxers.
- Impressive.

Shall we take a look inside?

Well, we could, but huh...

it's a bit dusty.

Greasy.

Waxy. I mean,

I could get you some overalls but
they don't always do the trick.

That's not your favourite suit, is it?

I'll tell you what. If
we're gonna talk turkey,

why don't we do it in an
establishment more befitting?

Even better.

Right then, Tommy.
Have the lads on call.

I have a feeling we'll be up
and running in the morning!

Sir.

I doubt I can do much about all of this.

If you don't, people will die.

There must be a way to stop this.

I can try.

But I am not going to find men

willing to abandon their
holidays to get involved in this.

- You can't be serious.
- Well...

Indians killing Indians.

No one cares, I'm afraid.

But you are an officer of the law!

I know.

And I will do what I can.

But I warn you.

I will not be able to
raise an army to help me.

You have me.

Aunt Julia!

- Excuse me.
- Miss Byrne,

I have a question about Mr.
Duncan and this mining consortium.

And I would appreciate an honest answer.

- Aunt Julia!
- You're back!

Yes, I'm back.

Can you wait a minute?

Daphne...

They like you better than me.

- That's not possible.
- Then why...

They're extremely bright girls, Daphne.

Far too bright to be stifled.

I'm not stifling them.

I'm protecting them.

From what?

I was brighter than any
child when I was in school.

I had things that I
wanted to do, dreams...

Then I married.

Why would I let them start down
a path they can never finish?

Who says they won't?

I don't regret my marriage
to Jasper. Believe that.

And I want my girls to
marry, to have a fine husband

and when that happens,

the doors will close in on them.

It doesn't have to.

Just as it doesn't for you.

You and your girls can
do anything you want.

If you let yourself.

My father didn't want me to be a doctor,

but he never discouraged my curiosity.

Your success...

Your career...

It makes me feel worthless.

You are far from worthless,
Daphne, and you know it.

We had found a number
of fascinating artifacts.

But then we found something else. Coal.

And a vast amount of it.

Mr. Duncan, he heard about
that. And he wanted that land.

But the land belongs to the Songhees.

Don't be naive. Nothing
belongs to the Indians.

Not anymore.

Mr. Drummond had been granted a
deed from the provincial government.

Then why did you let the
Songhees kick you off?

Because I was just
trying to make the peace.

Once I had found everything
that I needed to find,

I was going to leave.
And so was Mr. Drummond.

But he would keep the deed
so the Songhees could stay.

Mr. Drummond owned
the land in perpetuity?

For as long as he lived.

Is it possible then that Mr. Duncan knew

that he would never get legal title
as long as Mr. Drummond was alive?

Ernest would never have
granted him the deed.

What happens to the land now
that Mr. Drummond is dead?

It reverts to the Crown.

In theory, it is part of
a treaty with the Songhees.

So if Mr. Duncan and the coal
mining company want the land...

It would be theirs.

The treaty is nothing
but a piece of paper.

Miss Byrne, would you accompany me?

Where are we going?

Well, all right, Mr. Ponzi. It
appears you have yourself a deal.

- I have one last request.
- What's that?

I'm not willing

to give you ten thousand for
thirty percent of the profits.

Well, that's the deal
we have on the table.

- We won't take less.
- I want fifty percent of your profits.

And I want you to
double your production.

Twenty thousand dollars.

Alright, Mr. Ponzi. You
have yourself a deal.

Bene.

Bene.

Ah!

I thought I was finished with you.

Far from it.

- What do you want?
- Actually, it's what you may want.

Mr. Drummond ceded to me a very
important document before he died.

He did?

Let's just say she has some land
you might be very interested in.

Well, if he's interested,
why isn't he here?

Greed is a powerful motivator.

Miss Byrne, Detective.

My associates, Price and Cage.

Miss Byrne is prepared to sell
you the claim to this land.

- At what price?
- Ten percent of all future profits

once you begin mining.

You and I both know that if I show
the government there is coal here

they will simply give me the land.

- Not if you're in prison.
- The hell are you saying?

- We're prepared to make you an offer, Mr. Duncan.
- What's that?

A swift resolution to the investigation
of the murder of Mr. Drummond.

And why would that concern me?

I'm a very good detective, Mr. Duncan.

You don't want me looking
any further into this case.

So I'm supposed to trust you?

Assigning blame to the Songhees
is very convenient for all of us.

And we get our ten percent.

Huh-huh...

Oh! Thomas!

- It's a miracle! We're rich again!
- Not a miracle, Margaret.

- It was this one's idea.
- Oh! Miss Newsome,

- we owe you our undying gratitude.
- Oh, it was nothing.

We can pay our bills.
And save our house.

And buy all kinds of Christmas presents!

And don't think you're not
getting something wondrous!

Oh! I do need a crystal
pitcher. Henry broke mine.

- You threw it at me.
- I threw it to you.

- You were meant to catch it.
- Crystal it is.

- In fact maybe I'll get some for myself.
- Oh, you must.

- One cannot be without crystal.
- Oh! You are quite right.

Perhaps we could go to Eaton's together

so you can show me what else
we'll need for a proper home.

How wonderful!

Oh, after you.

Well, they sure seem
to be fast friends, sir.

Perhaps we should arrange for the
four of us to have dinner together.

- Why?
- Well...

Sir, our better halves are friends.

That means we'll have to be friends.

Perhaps... we could
spend Christmas together.

I need to have a word with Mr. Ponzi.

Where's Crabtree?

You have the claim documents?

- I do.
- Then it's a deal.

If this land bears
what I think it shall,

you two will be very rich.

Well, Mr. Duncan,

if I had known that Mr.
Drummond was holding out on you,

- I would have killed him myself.
- I wish you had.

It would have saved me a lot of trouble.

- Thank you for that.
- For what?

Your confession.

Robert Duncan, you are under
arrest for the murder of...

I'm under arrest for nothing.

It's going to look to
the rest of the world

that the Indians have done
a lot of killing today.

Drop 'em.

I have two men with guns.

And I have one trained on you.

Do what he says.

Put your the gun down, Mountie.

What's this?

The place is dead quiet.

Where is everyone?

Oh, you didn't hear?

Those two ladies turned
out to be crooks, mate.

- Crooks?
- Crooked as crocodiles.

- Real confidence tricksters.
- But they...

- Their business was so successful...
- Yeah, so they said.

But I never saw a dollar.

I mean, they made lots of promises,

but as far as actual
money goes, I saw nothing.

Wait a tick, you didn't
give them money, did you?

Of course not!

What happened to them?

- They left town?
- Nah.

Police hauled them away.

I bet they're gonna have
a line of verified suckers

going halfway through Toronto
waiting to get their money back.

These women confidence
tricksters have my money.

Twenty thousand dollars
of it, all in cash.

It's only fair that the Constabulary
return it to its rightful owner.

- And you think that's you, do you?
- Who else would it be?

- Say, aren't you...
- Why I'm it.

A veritable fathead, like?

I don't understand.

Oh, it's simple enough,
ladies and gentlemen.

You give your money to me.
And I made the magic happen.

No, no.

Let me take him in. I'll deal with him.

- We will do that.
- No.

No. Let us. He'll be charged
for the assault on your friend.

And he'll be charged for murder. Please.

We don't want his blood on our hands.

- You can take him.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- None of you should be here.

- Duncan! Duncan! Halt!
- No, wait!

Stop him! He's the man
responsible for all of this.

Go on!

Alive!

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_

_

No, no, no, no.

These men have done nothing wrong.

I decide.

These men have done nothing wrong.

- They are not your enemy.
- They are not welcome.

- Then they will leave.
- You don't speak for us.

You!

Tell him that unless my
men and I are released,

all of them will die. That is your duty!

No, no. That is not our duty.

Our duty is to ensure that this man

gets the justice that he deserves.

And we will do that.

You take them.

Take them and leave.

- Let's go William.
- No, no, no.

These men have done nothing wrong.

What we do with them
is not your concern.

It is. I believe them to be innocent.

You do realize we could
have walked out of here?

I'm sorry.

Please don't send me to jail.

It is Christmas after all...

I only set out to earn a few dollars.

It was less than honourable, I know.

I was struggling to make ends meet.

But the first people who gave me money

told their friends to do the same.

- And you took it.
- It meant...

I could pay back all those first people,

pay them everything I'd promised.

And then more people came,
and more. I paid out thousands.

And you kept thousands for yourself!

I thought there would
be enough for everyone.

I certainly didn't want to
hurt all those kind people.

But the truth is...

I was overtaken by avarice.

The more money there
was, the more I wanted.

Soon I didn't even recognize
myself in the mirror.

I had changed from a
flawed man to an evil one.

All because of greed.

None of us are without fault, Mr. Ponzi.

I suppose not.

But I've been worse than most.

Do with me what you will, sir.

Get out.

Go on before I change my mind.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Merry Christmas to you!

If there's anything I can do
to repay you this kindness...

Just do something nice
for someone for Christmas.

Of course.

Oh, grazie!

You put our lives in the
hands of these savages.

Mr. Duncan, quiet please.

You take him home to face your justice.

These men will stay.

They will be safe here.

Are you in agreement?

I trust them more than you.

I still need to speak with
the Haida about their crimes.

They've been stealing from farms.

Don't talk to me about stealing.

They're only trying to reclaim

what has been taken from them.

And what's that?

Who they are.

Let's go, William.

Let's go boys. Move.

Detective man.

Thank you for treating me fairly.

You as well.

Julia!

Thank you for coming back.

Thank you for having me.

And I want to apologize.

I don't have any right to tell
you how to raise your children.

I have something I'd like to show you.

Come.

I'm hiding him here.

What do you think? Will they like him?

He's wonderful!

Because I said so!

- Why can't we go to the boys section first?
- Because I am your mother!

- But I want new clothes.
- We're all getting new clothes.

- I'm just getting mine first.
- No you're not.

What?!

None of us is getting a thing.

No new clothes. No Christmas presents.

Why not?

Because we've been greedy, all of us.

What about the presents
we've already got?

They're going back. Every last one.

No Christmas at all?

You've got your family, son.

That's all any of us could ever ask for.

Margaret,

make a list of all the people
who were wronged by Mr. Ponzi.

- Here you are, darling.
- Oh, thank you!

Where are they? We
have a present for them.

They said they would be back later.

- Oh, yes!
- But in the meantime,

we have something for you.

Oh! What is it?

It is for both of you. But...

you have to promise to share.

- It's from your mother.
- Can we open it now, Mother?

Of course.

It's the inside of a person!

Isn't it lovely.

That's incredible!

- This is the best gift ever.
- ♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

- ♪ And a happy New Year ♪
- We've saved the house,

we've given everyone their money back,

and we've still got all this left.

That's quite a bit of money.

So what should we do with it?

If it belonged to Ponzi, it must
have been taken from someone.

Perhaps we'll never
know. Could be someone

from the other side of
the world for all we know.

We need to give it back.

Of course!

My word!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you too, Saint Nick.

- Are you still mad at me?
- Whatever for?

Well, I almost lost the house.
If I hadn't risked everything

we'd be having a Christmas full
of presents like every other year.

Oh, Thomas. I couldn't be more
proud to be married to a man

so full of the spirit of Christmas.

Higgins, do you see anybody
else with a ticket for this?

No.

I think I got taken.

I suppose you did, George.

I'm still terribly
sorry about your neck.

Oh, that's all right.

Ruth likes to play nurse.

Well then, have a wonderful Christmas!

There you go.

Thank you for this.

Today is a special day for you.

It is.

In the beginning there was only this.

This here the Raven found life.

Both my God and science say the same.

And from there we differ.

From there we differ.

But not here. Not now.

We can be one.

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