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Sorry I'm late, darling.

- Get away!

Go on, clear off.

- Forget about him.

- What the hell is going on?

Go on, fuck off!

- No, no!

- In passing sentence upon you...

- Daddy, we're on!

- Oh, how do I look?

- Well, too much Rouge, not enough eyebrows.

- Oh.

- I'll do it.

- I shall look like a gay old queen.

- You said it, not me.

- Let's get this show on the road, folks!

- Take that perfectly awful thing off.

- Well, how are we doing'? Are you ready'?

- What do you think?

- Hmm, looks like a gay old queen to me.

- That's a great help.

- Shouldn't worry about it, though.

It's turning into an orgy out there.

- You should be so lucky. - Hey, watch out for the guy

who's come as a shrunken head.

Real gruesome looking, putting people off their food.

Ugh!

- Daddy, isn't that a bit over the top?

- Do you mind?

This is an integral part of my act.

- Right, I'm going to introduce you.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

if I could just have your attention for a few moments,

the time has come to introduce

our special guest for the evening,

flown in all the way from...

- Greenland on his flying reindeer...

Santa claus!

- Ho, ho, ho!

I come not empty handed...

Laden with gifts for you all!

The only trouble is, I can't read the labels

without me specs.

Oh, daddy.

Oh my god!

- Thanks very much, sir. Cheerio.

Come on, lads. The boss is on his way up.

You know it makes him nervous

to see his picture in the papers.

Come on, get these things...

- Morning, Powell.

Morning.

- Morning, you two.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I see.

Give me that.

"Only three more killing days to Christmas."

The chief's gonna love cracks like that.

Clear off, you two.

I'm afraid the system commissioner's

breathing down our necks.

Powell, I want to see the girl and that boy.

- The boy answered the phone

when I rang her up this morning, sir.

I said, we'd be over.

I thought it'd be better that way,

'cause she's in no state to come to the yard.

- I suppose you're right.

Have you checked the boy out?

- Yes, sir.

Cliff Boyd. Cheeky young bugger.

No record, good family. Dropout. Nothing violent.

- And the girl's father?

- Oh, rich, rich.

Everybody loved him.

And of course, the girl gets the money.

- Well, that'll be a nice catch if the boy can land it.

Pretty girl, though.

- Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

Oh, is the boy here, too?

- Yes, he lives with her.

- Oh, yes.

Good morning.

- How do you do, inspector?

Why don't you come in?

- I'm most grateful to you, miss brioski.

Especially after the... well...

- My father had no enemies.

- We know that miss brioski, we know that.

- Well, inspector, you've got your first clue.

The one I gave you last night,

the shrunken head.

- I'm afraid that we don't have very many clues, miss.

There were no fingerprints on it.

- It was the costume that he was wearing.

He was the victim of another Santa murder.

Will be given early next year.

Tonight in London, the festive atmosphere

has a distinction about it,

as yet another Santa claus is slain.

And now, for the weather.

- Thank you, happy Christmas.

Oh, inspector Harris.

Look what's just arrived by special delivery:

A Christmas present.

And it says, "don't open 'til Christmas."

Thank you, Mrs. Sherry.

- Are you going to wait? - Yes, why not?

Put it on my desk, will you?

I've got an awful lot on, I can't stop I'm afraid.

- Oh, what a shame.

Terrible about that poor Santa in soho.

- Ouite so, Mrs. Sherry, quite so.

We have all the gory details at the yard.

And the photographs.

Will I be seeing you again then on Wednesday, isn't it?

- Yes, Christmas Eve.

Anything I can get for you?

- No, I'm afraid that breakfast is the only meal

I can be sure of these days.

I tell you, Mrs. Sherry,

Christmas is no time to be a policeman.

I shall be late.

Eh, until Wednesday then. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Pity, really.

Perhaps he'll show me

some of the yard photographs on Wednesday.

- There you are, sir.

- Thanks.

Morning, Powell.

- Morning, sir.

- Oh, that girl's been on again, sir.

I told her there was nothing new,

but she wants to talk to you.

- God, I'm tired.

I get no sleep these days.

- Do you think, sir,

we might have a psychopath on our hands?

- Funny thing, Powell.

That's exactly what the assistant commissioner

was bellowing at me a moment ago.

I just tore myself away from his office.

You know what I replied?

- It's early days yet for a pattern, I suppose.

- Guess what he answered with that damn superiority of his?

Perhaps we can assume, then,

that the killings will just stop,

and give us something to look forward to next Christmas.

- Well, trouble is, sir, the moment anyone puts on

a Santa claus costume,

they become a sort of semi holy figure,

don't they? Well, to the kids, anyway.

The whole of the west end

is crammed with Santa clauses.

What have you got on this latest?

- Oh, he's a petty crook

known to west end central, could have been pushing drugs.

No, this one could have been a coincidence, actually.

- Mm-hmm?

- Well, gangland rivalry.

- Rivalry over what?

Chestnut vending pitches?

- Thank you, Powell.

That was a good try.

I'll call the girl.

- Of course, inspector.

I'll be here.

- Anything new?

- There's been another killing.

Big deal.

If it's the Chestnut vendor,

it's already been in the papers.

- I haven't read the papers.

- You haven't called that lawyer back.

- My father's just been murdered.

I can't concentrate.

- Yeah, right.

Sorry.

You have to come back into the real world sometime.

Maybe that lawyer's call is important.

- He did ask one strange question.

- Harris?

- Yes.

It was about you.

He asked whether we intended in getting married.

- Did he now?

- Yes, I'd like to speak to sergeant Powell, please.

- Sergeant Powell.

Yes, my name is giles, from the daily news.

- Oh, daily news.

So you're the one responsible

for these alarmist headlines, are you?

- Yes. Well, some of them.

Are you any nearer to solving

these dreadful Santa claus crimes?

- Well, we're still making our inquiries.

It's just a matter of time.

Which means

You haven't a clue who you're looking for.

- What did you say your name was again, sir?

- My name is giles. Giles.

- All right, Mr. Giles.

Well, if you want any more information,

chief inspector Harris

will be giving a press conference tomorrow.

- Look, forget Harris.

Tell me, sergeant Powell,

would it help your promotion prospects

if you were to solve this case personally?

- Sorry, I don't understand.

What are you getting at?

Do you have any information, sir?

- Just think about what I've said.

Hlbeintouch.

- Just a minute, sir.

- Yeah, get me the daily news, will you?

Merry Christmas, Kate!

- Kate brioski?

- My name's giles, daily news.

- You startled me.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

Could I ask you some questions?

- If it's about my father,

I've been told not to say anything.

- Who told you not to say anything?

- Chief inspector Harris.

Anyway, I dunno what I can tell you

that you don't know already.

- Well, my interest is your personal angle.

How you're coping, what your plans are.

That sort of thing.

- If you've ever lost a mother or father

in unfortunate circumstances,

you wouldn't be asking questions like that.

- Oh, but I have.

- I'm sorry, but I have to go now.

If there's anything else you want to know,

you'd better speak to the police.

- Hey miss brioski, merry Christmas.

- Excuse me.

Do you do requests?

Cor blimey, by the look of that,

you need to, eh?

- Jerry!

- Hey!

- Hey, where'd you spring from?

- You know me, mate, ducking and weaving,

- ducking and weaving. - Aye, aye, aye.

- Who's the, ah, who's the...

- Oh, this is a friend of mine.

Jerry, Kate, Jerry.

- Hiya.

I've met you before, or are you famous on the TV, eh?

Well, let me take you both for a drink, eh?

- I'll see you boys later.

I'm getting a newspaper.

- What's up?

- She was on TV.

Her father was killed at the Christmas party.

- Oh, Christ, not the Christmas party.

Oh, Jesus. Jesus.

What did I say? Jesus Christ.

- Oh, don't worry about it.

She's just raw with grief.

- Well, look, tell her I'm sorry.

- Don't worry.

So what are you up to?

Well, I'm into cameras.

- Stealing or selling?

Oh, come on. Do me a favor, will you?

I'm a photographer now, I am.

I've got my own studio, the lot, everything.

- Porn?

Now, would I do a thing like that?

Would I'?

- Mm, so if you're very interested,

why don't you pop 'round to the studio sometime?

Hey, I've just had a thought.

Why don't you come out tonight?

It'd be great.

Oh, and there might be some change in it for you,

especially if you bring the pretty blonde girl with you.

Say about six.

- Well, nothing, you know?

Ooh No, just let's say interested?

- Right, you're on.

- Yeah, it'll be great.

Nice to see you.

Oh, and get that flute tuned before you come in.

- What did that creep want?

- Oh, we're invited to tea.

- Oh, yeah?

Come on, let's go.

- Now, come on, darling, open up.

Good.

Lovely.

Right, now we'll just...

Wait now, wait a minute.

We've not finished yet.

Now, just a few 35s.

- What about my coffee break?

- Hey, coffee's there, innit? Hang on.

- Yeah, but you won't let me get to it, will you?

- It's cold, isn't it?

Smile.

Lovely.

- Oh, just a minute, stop.

- What's the matter?

- I'm freezing.

Just look at this.

- Well, you can't be, we've got all the lamps on! Look.

Right, couple more, then we'll go outside.

- What, like this?

- Why not?

- 'Cause I'll freeze to death, that's why not.

- It will make your, uh, nip-nips stand out.

Besides, the temperature's just the same outside.

That's great.

Oh, hi there.

Your timing's perfect.

- What does he mean by that?

- Well, you did say interesting.

- What?

Oh, that? Oh, that's just her working clothes.

Hey, good to see you. Come in.

How are you, Kate?

Anyone for coffee?

- Yeah. Thanks, Jerry.

- Hi, cliff.

I'm Sharon.

- Hi, Sharon. I'm delighted.

- And I'm bloody furious.

- Wood in your ear.

Sharon there, she's one of my favorite models.

- Yeah, the trouble with that, cliff,

if you get used a lot, you lose work.

They say you're overexposed.

- Do you find that a problem?

- Are you the other girl Jerry was telling me about?

- What other girl?

- He said we're doing some doubles later.

- Oh, did he?

- Look, Kate?

Listen, seems Jerry's got a bit of a problem.

He had another couple booked for tonight,

but they called in and canceled.

Oh, don't look at me like that.

He's got some wigs.

You can change your appearance.

Nobody'll ever know.

It's a quick 50.

- Are you out of your mind?

Me?

Cliff, what's happening to you?

- Jerry's an old friend. - Well, he's not one of mine!

- We're here, anyway.

- You've got a good body.

Why not put it to work?

- Are we ready, then?

My god.

You insensitive bastards!

- What have you said to her?

- Did you have to show her this?

I ought to ram it down your bloody throat!

- What have I done now, then?

- Her father, remember?

- Christ, I've done it again, haven't I?

Anyway, it's not for her, it's for Sharon.

- I'd better go after her.

- I don't know why.

You won't do yourself any favors with her tonight.

Sharon, on the other hand...

She's ready and waiting.

And afterwards, you can help me with the street shots.

- What street shots?

- Come on, lover boy.

Put your arm around mama, keep her warm.

It's cold outside.

- Yeah, right.

Maybe we should wait for Jerry.

- I don't think Jerry got a single shot in detail,

but I sure did.

- You're crazy.

Gonna get us all arrested.

- Oh, you're lovely.

- Uh oh, here they come.

They'll think we're a couple of gays.

Christ!

And we haven't got any keys.

Run for it, beat it!

- Don't leave me here.

Well, they've seen us.

And it's a girl!

- Don't cry, my love.

- I don't understand why you let her go home.

- Well, when we brought her home last night, sir,

I did ask her not to leave the house

without letting us know.

She's probably here.

- I hope you're right.

Who is it?

-Ah.

Detective inspector Harris here.

- Oh, it's you.

You can come on in, I'm not getting up.

I'm in here.

Look, I'm losing a lot of work.

- Just calm down, young lady.

You should have spent the night at the station.

It was only the unfortunate circumstances

of last night that saved you.

You were arrested for indecent exposure.

- Indecent?

I'm a professional!

- You were in public!

Now, just you calm down

and answer a few questions of mine,

and I'll let you go back to work.

- Look, all I saw was the knife.

- Knife?

- I think it was a knife.

Might have been a razor.

Look, it was bad enough being dumped

by cliff in the middle of the night.

- At the time of the attack, where was he?

- I don't know.

- Who do you think your attacker might have been?

Oh, I don't know.

It was so dark, it could have been anybody.

For all I know, it could have been you.

- Didn't you get a look at his face?

- He was wearing a mask.

- Powell, I'm going off.

I'll be about an hour.

- Yeah, but... - Where's he off to

in such a hurry?

- What? Oh, he's always going off on his own somewhere.

Look, I want you to think very carefully.

Is there anything that stands out in your mind

about the attacker?

Anything at all that...

- One thing.

Go on.

- His eyes, they seemed to smile.

- Yes.

Can you remember how tall he was?

- Oh, he was quite a big man.

- 'Bout my height?

- Yes.

Yeah, about your height.

- Yes.

Okay, well, you've been very helpful.

No, you just stay in bed and rest.

I'll see myself out.

- Pick up the telephone.

You can hear me now?

- Yes, I can hear you.

Sit down.

- Oh, yes.

- So Santa, did you bring me any presents?

- I'm... I'm not the real one.

I just work in the department store down the road.

- Oh, I thought you were.

- You're very pretty to be working in a place like this.

- Oh, I'm not really a model, I'm a dancer.

- A dancer?

- Yeah, you wanna see?

- Is that it?

- What do you expect, flash dance?

- I didn't know...

I didn't know what to expect.

It's my first time in this sort of place.

- Me too.

- Really?

You see, I live with my mother.

-So do I.

- I don't think my mother would understand.

Does your mother know you work here?

- She ought to.

She owns it.

I'm just filling in.

- Oh, for another girl?

No, for my mother.

- Look, c-can't we...?

- Can't we get rid of this glass

and then, well, you know.

- Oh no, that would be breaking the law.

Besides, who knows what you might get up to.

All those kiddies sitting on your knee all day.

- I'd love to have you sitting on my knee.

- Would you?

Would you like me on your knee

all bouncing and raring to go?

Do you like your hands all over me?

Caressing me?

- Oh, yes.

- If you wanna see more, cost you another five.

- What happened?

Her boyfriend came back unexpectedly?

- Told you, I never saw the girl after the cops came.

- So you spent all night looking for her!

- I spent all night looking for that shit, Jerry.

When I found him, that's how I got this.

- Oh, yeah?

Oh, I suppose this must be her now.

Maybe she's looking for you, too.

- Hello, cliff.

What happened to your hand?

- Came into violent contact with a certain jaw.

- Hello, inspector.

Any news?

- No, I'm afraid not.

Where were you last night, cliff?

- Is that any of your business?

- He was with me.

Yes.

Yes, I know he was.

Up to the point that you stormed out of that studio,

but I'm interested in what he got up to after that.

- What's happened?

- Sharon, the model you met last night,

was attacked in the street.

- Attacked?

Who would attack her?

- Maybe you can tell me.

You recall how she was dressed.

Santa claus.

- I don't believe it.

You took that girl outside,

dressed in that costume, after all that's happened?

You must be mad!

- It wasn't my idea.

I didn't think that...

Wait a minute.

I've been on the spot for two of these killings.

You're thinking it could have been me.

- That's ridiculous.

- What possible reason could I have

for going around killing santas?

- Oh, none that we know of.

I'll be seeing you around, cliff.

- May I come and see you?

- Of course, miss brioski.

You know where my office is.

- No, I'd like to talk to you somewhere less public.

Here's my private number.

There are very few of these out, miss brioski.

- Kate.

- You're very welcome, Kate, but please, not today.

Goodbye.

- Bye-bye.

- Who are you?

What are you doing here?

- Giles, evening news.

Yes, they said you'd be in your office.

I was just looking for a light.

- All right, Mr. Giles,

what have you got to tell me?

- Well, my newspaper...

- Your newspaper didn't seem to know where you were.

In fact, they've never even heard of you.

- Here, giles Morgan.

Yes.

- Your sergeant McBain showed me up.

- Yes.

You mentioned on the phone that you had some information

that might lead me to the murderer.

- No, I said, would it help your promotion prospects

if you were to solve the murders personally?

- Yes, all right, but you do know something?

- Your inspector Harris,

does he tell you everything?

Let you know what his movements are?

You know, generally keep you in the picture.

- Well, I have a fair idea of what's going on.

Now, come on.

What are you getting at?

- You should keep a better eye on him.

- Are you suggesting that inspector Harris...

- No, I'm not suggesting anything.

I've gotta go, catch the late edition.

You might try tailing him.

- I might try tailing you.

Dennis.

This chap who's just left my office.

Yeah, that's him.

Just get one of the boys to follow him for half an hour.

See where he goes.

Let me know.

Okay.

- Damn.

- Oi, there's Santa, look!

Pedal power.

- Stop pedaling mate, come on.

Hey!

It looks like

Drink the blood of humans, create terror,

and kill with lightning and thunder!

- Do you want a coffee?

- Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Funnythal

him not turning up at the inquest.

Don't you think so?

- Who are we talking about?

- Your detective inspector Harris.

- Oh.

- Would've thought he'd have shown up.

Murder by person or persons unknown.

Foregone conclusion.

I suppose he thought...

He thought it wasn't worth coming.

To hear what he already knew.

- Are you obsessed with him or something?

- What's that supposed to mean?

Obsessed?

I only wanted to make a point, that's all.

I'm the one that loves you, not him.

- Well, sid, just get out as many as you can.

Yeah, well, 20, 30, something like that,

but let me know how many, all right?

Thanks a lot.

What do you want?

Inspector Harris?

- Yes, sir.

- He's on his way down from the dizzy heights

of the commissioner's office.

And I don't advise you to be around

when it all starts hitting the fan.

He was in a foul mood when he went up there.

- Powell, I think this may very well be my last case.

You know, I think I'll beat him to it and resign.

That man up there has issued me with a direct order.

Get your men out on the streets.

Decoys.

- Yes, sir, I know.

I've put the operation into motion just now.

- Oh, it's like that, is it?

- Why has he done it, sir?

- It's so that when the home secretary climbs on his back,

he'll have a good answer when he's asked,

"why don't you do something?"

Oh, I'm gonna do something.

- Got it, Cole.

If sergeant Powell could see us now.

- Come on, or we'll miss the show.

- All right, all right.

Now then,

which of you little kiddies

didn't get no present earlier on?

There was one over here, if I recall rightly.

Well, was it you?

Yeah, here you are then.

And one over here.

Now then, don't you go noshing all this in one go,

otherwise I'll have your mum after me.

All right, kiddies, that's all for this year.

Santa's got to go back, prepare for next year.

All right, be good. Bye!

Bye, kiddies!

Be good!

- God!

- What?

- Do you think he's having us followed?

- I'll see.

- Kate!

Well, hello, cliff.

Is this how you make a living?

- Yes, sometimes.

- I realize cliff could be of great use to us

through his connections.

He's liable to reach a breakthrough

long before we do.

- Well, we'll just have to keep in contact, then,

and exchange the latest news flashes.

- I was gonna ask you just that.

Call me whenever you want.

Whenever you feel the need to speak to someone.

- I might do that.

Thank you.

- Come in, take a seat.

Sorry to bring you down here with a police escort,

but we don't like to take any chances.

- You haven't caught him yet?

- No, we haven't caught him yet.

But with your help, we might get a bit nearer to it.

Now, as I understand it,

you were in your booth with a customer.

- He was such a nice guy.

- Yeah, yeah, they always are.

And you were talking to him,

and the curtains opened,

the killer came in,

committed the crime and then just went out?

- That's right.

It was horrible.

- Now then, did you see his face?

- Yes.

- You did!

You saw his face so you can describe him?

- Well, no.

You see, he was wearing a mask,

and there was blood on the glass.

It sort of covered everything up.

- I see.

So you're telling me

that a man can stand in front of you,

commit a murder,

then turn around and walk out

and you don't remember a single thing about it?

- I do remember one thing.

His eyes, they sort of smiled behind the mask.

If I saw those eyes again, I'd recognize him.

If he was smiling.

- Not a lot to go on, but it's something.

Right, I want you to go straight home.

In fact, we'll take you home in a police car

and put a 24 hour guard on you.

- Can't I go back to work?

- Well, I think it'd be inadvisable

under the circumstances.

You must remember

He knows that you saw him, even with the mask, so...

Yes, can we have a car standing by

to take Ms. Graham, please?

Yeah, straight to her apartment

and maintain a 24 hour guard.

If you go down to the main lobby,

you'll find a sergeant Stevens waiting for you.

All right.

- Is that it?

- That's it.

Thanks very much for coming in.

Yeah.

- Are you sergeant Stevens?

- Sergeant Stevens is just popped around the corner,

but he'll be back in a minute. Can I help?

- Tell him I've gone on already, can you?

- Well, if you hang on, he'll only be a second.

- That's all right.

He was supposed to give a lift, but I'm in a bit of a hurry.

So I'll just go on ahead.

- Chief inspector Harris's apartment.

- Could I speak to chief inspector Harris, please?

- Oh, I'm afraid he's not in.

Who's calling?

My name's Kate brioski.

I need to speak to him urgently.

Do you know where I can find him?

- Well...

- Please, it's very important.

- Today's the day he visits parklands.

He goes there once a month, regular as clockwork.

- Parklands?

Do you have the number?

- Oh, I don't think you should ring him there,

but he'll be going straight to the yard after.

Can't it wait?

- I suppose it'll have to.

- Oh, please don't mention that I said about parklands.

I don't think he'd like anyone to know about it.

- About what?

- I've said too much already.

Ring him at the yard this afternoon.

- Yes, all right, thank you.

I'm back.

Thank god for that.

We're losing business.

- Hi, I'm Sherry.

What's your name?

- I haven't come here to give you my name.

- All right. You wanna get straight to the nitty gritty?

That's fine by me.

You know the rules.

- Rules?

What rules?

- You wanna talk, talk.

You wanna see my tits, that's extra five.

For 15, I'll take everything off.

And for 50, anything goes.

What you do on your side of the glass is your business.

Hey, what's with you?

It's you!

Shut up, you bitch, or I'll shut you up.

- What are you gonna do to me?

I haven't decided yet.

- Why did you take me?

I never hurt you.

You went to the police.

- I didn't tell them anything.

No, but you would've done.

- I didn't see your face.

You were wearing a mask.

- Now, you see, it's too late.

You have seen my face.

- Please, please let me go.

I'll do anything.

Please, let me go. Please.

You're all the same, aren't you?

You sell little pieces of yourself.

Five pounds for this,

15 pounds for that,

50 pounds and anything goes,

But you're not selling desire.

You're selling your souls.

- You can't leave me here.

I can't breathe.

I'll die. Please, let me go. Please.

While I'm gone,

I want you to think of the error of your ways.

- Then you'll let me go?

No, then I kill you.

- Have you seen inspector Harris?

He's at home?

Yes, get him for me, please.

Hello, sir. Yes, it's Powell.

Well, sir, I just thought I'd call in,

in case you...

You're off the case?

I see.

There's been another killing.

- And you are holding me?

On what charge?

- Nah.

I'm letting you go.

Releasing you once and for all. Satisfied?

- Once and for all?

How come?

- Because I believe I know the right man.

- Where's the party?

Where's the party?

- What is it you want, eh?

There's a party goin' on.

- Look, there's no party here, mate.

Out, out, out.

- I'm looking for the party.

- Look, you come back... - I'm the guest of honor.

- You're no guest of honor.

Out! You come back again and I'll call the police.

Merry Christmas to ya.

- Out! - Merry Christmas.

- Oi, where do you think you're going?

- Miss Monroe and members of the band,

this is your call, please.

Miss Monroe and members of the band,

this is your call, please.

- Stand by house lights,

lx cue one, fly cue one, smoke and effects.

House lights oh cue one,

fly cue one, go.

.P I'm the one you remember .r

.ryeslam.r

.p I'm coming to get you .p

I I'm the warrior of love I

.r yeah, yeah, yeah .r

.p I'm coming to get you .p

.p we don't have to fight .r

.r baby just surrender .r

.r I would treat you better .p

.p be so warm and tender .r

.p get you in my sights .r

.p you got no love protection .r

.r baby you can't hide .r

.p away from my affection .r

I I'm the warrior of love I

iyes, I am I

I I'm coming to get you baby I

I I'm the warrior of love I

I yeah, yeah, yeah I

I I'm coming to get you I

I I can't take the heat I

I I'm burning with your fire I

I no place to retreat I

I you are my desire I

I get you on my love ray I

I escape is out of question I

I you can't run away I

I so look in my direction I

I I'm the warrior of love I

iyes, I am I

I I'm coming to get you I

I I'm the warrior of love I

I yeah, yeah, yeah I

I I'm coming to get you I

- trap door, cue seven, go.

- Hello.

Oh, sergeant Powell, please come up.

- Miss brioski, I came as soon as I could.

Things are pretty hectic, as you can imagine.

- I can.

Would you like a drink?

- No, thanks, I can only stay a few minutes.

What'd you have to tell me?

- Well, it's rather embarrassing.

I feel I'm betraying a confidence.

- Get to the point, miss brioski.

- I telephoned Harris' apartment today.

He wasn't there.

I spoke to the housekeeper

and she said something quite interesting.

- Oh, really? What did she say?

- She said that he was visiting parklands.

- Parklands?

So?

- So it's a lunatic asylum.

Look, I've been doing my own investigation.

There's no record of his name at summerset house.

Now, if the records are to be believed,

then he doesn't exist.

- Miss brioski, I came here

because you had something important to tell me.

Now, to say he doesn't exist seems a bit ridiculous.

I think you've made a mistake.

- I haven't made a mistake.

Maybe he's changed his name.

- You're up a gum tree. So what if he changed his name?

- Look, I think there's something weird going on.

Harris keeps inferring that cliff

had something to do with it.

But cliff was standing right by me

when my father was killed.

- Miss brioski, I'm afraid I have to go.

- Look, I know I'm on the right track.

- Well, if you find anything, let me know.

We'll get there in the end,

but I'm afraid the register of births and deaths

is not the way.

- Dr. Bridle will see you now, miss.

- Thank you.

Scotland yard.

- Oh, hello.

Could I speak to sergeant Powell, please?

It's urgent.

Sergeant Powell's out 'til nine o'clock.

I'll put you through to the duty sergeant

and you can talk to him.

- No, it's all right.

Just tell sergeant Powell it's Kate brioski speaking.

And can he ring me as soon as he gets in?

Thank you.

- Here you are, little boy.

Here's a train for you.

- Here we go again.

Oh, there's filth everywhere.

Oh!

Yes, who is it?

- Hi. It's me, Kate.

Come on in.

You're on the right floor.

Hello.

What's the problem?

- I wanted to see you.

Your card did offer a 24 hour service.

- Oh.

- I'm sorry, maybe you've got someone here.

- No, no, there's no one.

Let me take your coat.

- Thank you.

- Come on through here.

As a matter of fact,

it's a pleasure to see a fresh face.

And a very pretty one.

Let me get you a drink.

- Thank you.

Oh, Glen Phillip, lovely.

I was lucky to find you in.

Must be quite a busy time.

- Well, not particularly,

Any rate for me.

I've been fired.

You want this straight?

Yes.

Fued?

Well, suspended officially.

- Really?

Cheers.

- Well, I've had a row with cliff.

- I see.

- Cliff hasn't been himself recently.

Ever since you practically accused him

of being involved with those killings.

He's almost started acting as if he were.

- In what way?

- He's become obsessed.

- Well, I'm no longer on this case officially.

- Well, in a way, that doesn't change anything for me.

You're the person I feel closest to at the moment.

- I bet you haven't had dinner yet.

- No, as a matter of fact, I haven't.

- It'll be my pleasure.

And well, it's Christmas Eve.

- Turkey.

- Good, with all the trimmings, Luigi.

Thank you.

- Twice I've told you my name

and you haven't told me yours.

- Ian Harris.

- Ian?

- Yes, it's not very interesting or romantic, I'm afraid,

and I'm not even Scottish.

- I'm looking for the restaurant.

- You're not dressed for the restaurant, sir.

- Yes, I know that.

- I don't believe it.

He's followed us here.

- I was just looking for someone.

- Very good, sir.

But you are not dressed for it.

- Oh.

- This came in earlier, I think it's important.

- How did you get in here?

- The Porter showed me up.

It was cold in the alleyway.

- What do you want?

You can't just go

barging into people's apartments uninvited.

- I can.

I'm welcome everywhere.

I'm a member of society.

A very important one, they said.

- Look up brioski in there for me, des.

- What are you doing?

- I had dinner with inspector Harris.

He's expecting a call from me.

- Are you telling him that I'm here?

- No.

Yes.

- Then he will come and take me away.

Won't he?

Answer me.

- I expect so.

- That's not very hospitable, is it?

- I saw Dr. Bridle today.

We talked about you.

- Oh.

- Harris is your brother.

Did he tell you that?

- No, I worked it out myself.

- You're very clever.

What else did you work out?

- Harris' real name is Harrison.

- He changed it. - He changed it.

When they put me into the loony bin.

He's very ashamed of his little brother.

- But he visits you every month.

- Under sufferance.

I told him I'd write to the papers if he didn't.

He used to tell me about his police work.

So I thought I'd give him a real case to work on.

- You killed my father.

- Yes.

It was unfortunate.

But you see, he reminded me...

Of christmastime.

- Got it.

439-2369.

- I should answer.

- No.

- Come on, answer your...

- Might be important.

- Might be your brother. - No!

- Hello?

Miss brioski?

She's put the phone down,

or somebody's put the phone down.

Come on, we better go.

I think she's in trouble.

Search the place, des, quick.

- Okay. - Ouick!

Hello, yes, this is sergeant Powell.

Can you patch me through

to the special squad, please?

Yes, hello?

Yes, Powell.

I thought I told you to watch Harris night and day.

You did?

What, he's been in...

He's been in his apartment all night?

You're sure?

Oh, god.

Okay, okay.

- Sir, I think our man's been spotted in the old tire depot.

- Very good, let's go.

- I've brought you something to eat.

- How can I eat with my hands tied?

- Yeah, okay.

If you try to escape, it'll be the worst for you.

- I won't.

I promise.

What about you?

Aren't you gonna eat something?

- No.

I've already eaten.

- Christmas dinner, I expect.

- Christmas?

How do you mean?

- You know, it's Christmas day.

Good will towards men and all that.

- I hate Christmas.

I hate everything it stands for.

- That's a shame.

- What would you know of it?

- Don't you remember when you were a little boy

listening to Carol singers,

sitting by the Christmas tree,

waiting to open all those presents?

- Stop it.

- Tinsel, colored fairy lights, plum pudding,

snow falling.

- I said stop it!

- And then the arrival of Santa claus.

The key, where's the key?

- This what you're looking for?

I gave you a few more hours to live

and this is how you repay me?

- What do you mean a few hours more?

- Like you said, it's Christmas day,

the day you die.

The supreme sacrifice to all the evil that Christmas is.

- No, no.

No!

No.

Come along, giles.

Time to go to the Christmas tree.

Now then, giles, let's see what Santa's brought for you.

But what about Ian?

There are presents for Ian, too.

- My, my, what a nice knife.

A knife for the grown up boy.

Isn't that nice, dear?

What a clever boy you are, giles.

Mama's boy.

Mama's clever boy.

Oh, he's such a pretty boy.

Needs lots of sleep.

Make him grow up to be big and strong.

So off you go now to beddie-byes.

Night night, darling.

Gerald, where are you?

Get out!

Gerald!