Original subtitles

(silence)

(music box playing)

- [Little Girl] Uncle Henry, tell me a story.

- [Henry] Now it's late.

Go to bed.

Santa will be here soon.

- [Little Girl] No, I want a story.

Please.

- [Henry] All right, all right.

You want a happy story or you want a scary story?

- [Little Girl] I want a happy scary story.

- [Henry] A happy scary story?

- [Little Girl] Yeah.

- [Henry] Fine.

Once upon a time there lived a man by the name,

by the name of Jack Frost.

- [Little Girl] Jack Frost?

- [Henry] That's right.

Like in the song, Jack Frost nipping at your nose.

(laughter)

Only this guy did it for real.

- [Little Girl] Uh.

- [Henry] (inaudible) get up in the morning,

eat something and then hurry off to do

whatever for the day.

- [Little Girl] Um hum.

- [Henry] Well Jack would get up,

eat something, then hurry off and kill someone.

'Cause that's what he did; he killed people.

(inaudible) and cut out their tummies

and then step on their heads till their

brains got all runny.

- [Little Girl] Uncle Henry I don't think this is such a...

- [Henry] You wanted a story, you got a story.

- [Little Girl] Uh, okay.

Well why did he hurt people?

- [Henry] How should I know?

Maybe his mum and dad never gave him

enough hugs.

Maybe they gave him too many hugs.

Or maybe he just liked the color red

and things that went squish when he stuck

sharp points in them.

- Oh.

- It doesn't matter.

The only thing that's important

is that no one could catch him.

Some say that Jack was a ghost,

that he was already dead and could

walk through walls or vanish into thin air.

- [Little Girl] Oh.

- [Henry] Truth is he never stayed in one place

long enough to be caught.

See Jack was smart.

He'd drift into a town, blend in,

puree a few of the locals then just

drift off to some place else that

needed a little social pruning.

Any towns that had too many little girls

that looked just like you.

- [Little Girl] But they did catch him didn't

they Uncle Henry?

- [Henry] Well, for five years through

11 states and 38 deaths

Jack was nimble, Jack was quick, Jack gouged

eyes with candlesticks.

Bashed in skulls with sticks and stones.

Used iron bars to crush their bones.

He would hide his kills in tiny places

and he wouldn't have to see their faces.

- [Little Girl] Uncle Henry.

- [Henry] That is until the pies.

- [Little Girl] Pies?

- [Henry] Yeah, little bits of people started turning

up in Mrs. Puddles pecan pies all over

the midwest.

Fingertips, eyelids, ear lobes.

Mm-hm, some say that Jack had gotten sloppy

or that deep down he really wanted to be caught.

Others said he made the pies taste better.

- [Little Girl] Eww.

- [Henry] Bottom line; Jack had made his first mistake.

Authorities knew where he worked.

Within a week they traced his car.

Then it was just a matter of time before

he was caught, tried and sentenced to die.

- [Little Girl] Oh.

- [Henry] In fact, right this very moment Jack is being

taken to his place of execution.

His story should end at midnight

but the fun's just about to begin.

So why don't you go to bed and have sweet,

sweet dreams.

(christmas music)

- Tell you something; that murdering bastard Jack Frost

in here is one lucky son of a bitch.

- Lucky?

He's being executed in 30 minutes.

- Yeah well, at least he doesn't have to drive back

through this crap.

- Deep fried Jack served at midnight.

(laughter)

(ominous music)

- Say pal?

How about a smoke?

- Say Frost, why don't you shut the hell up?

(blowing smoke)

- Filtered.

(christmas music)

- Hey, Jack we just crossed the Snowmonton

county line.

Ain't this where you screwed up?

- Screwed up?

- Yeah, for years the FBI was chasing

this overgrown piece of shit.

Crossed like half a dozen states.

Then this backwater snowman plays hero

for five minutes and takes all the glory.

(laughter)

Ain't that how it happened Jack?

Almost got away with it didn't you?

Harv?

Harv?

Everything okay back there Harv?

- Oh we're doing fine, real fine.

(neck snapping)

(christmas music)

(ominous music)

- What...

- The...

- Fuck...

(brakes squealing)

(screaming)

- Oh yeah.

(screaming and vehicles crashing)

(wind blowing)

(fire roaring)

(thumping)

(creaking)

(heavy breathing and footsteps)

(handcuffs clinking)

(laughter)

- Looks like deep fried Jack is off the menu

for tonight, huh?

- Jesus Christ.

- Now, we can do this the easy way

or we can...

(door bursting open)

This is gonna hurt.

(chemicals exploding from truck)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(screaming)

(gun shots)

(car engine)

(car radio playing)

- Honey, you're miles away.

- I'm all right.

- It's after midnight.

No more stays of execution.

It's over.

No more nightmares about Jack Frost.

(police radio)

(door opening and shutting)

- Hi there.

Engine problems?

- Bladder problem.

- I'm gonna need to see your license please.

Stay away from the vehicle please.

- Make up your god damn mind.

You want to see my license or do you want

me to stay here?

It's your move Sheriff.

- I want you to stay away from the vehicle

and lie down on the ground.

(ominous music)

- This one you are gonna regret.

That's right sheriff you take a good

long look at this face.

'Cause the next time you see it it's gonna

tear your world apart.

I'll find a way.

I'll tear your town apart.

I'll kill your family.

I'll kill you.

You're dead.

You hear me?

Dead.

- Honey, honey, honey?

Slow down.

- What's going on?

Whoah.

Touch my finger, touch my knee.

Thank the Lord it was not me.

Wow, there's an ambulance.

Can we stop please?

- Oh I don't think so.

Now you just settle down we'll be home

in about 20 minutes.

- There's two squad cars, an ambulance.

- And a partridge in a pear tree.

- That's very nice Ryan.

- Sweetie put your seat belt on.

- What happened here officer?

I'm with the local...

- Keep it moving sir this is a federal matter.

- Okay.

(police radio)

- Then he just ran off.

But he couldn't run.

It was, it was like he was trying but he

didn't have legs.

Like he was part of the snow.

- What the...

- I'll take it from here.

You the man who witnessed the incident?

Lets you and me take a little midnight stroll.

(police radio)

(footsteps)

(christmas music and news broadcast)

(door creaking)

- The driveway is clear.

- It's all over the news.

- Yeah, I was listening to it on the car radio.

(news broadcast)

- Dad, who's Jack Frost?

- Jack Frost was a very bad man honey

but now he's gone.

Poof.

- Like magic?

- Yeah that's right, just like magic.

- And is he coming back?

- No.

So you don't have to worry about him.

- And you made him go away, didn't you dad?

- Well I kind of helped I guess.

- My dad's a hero.

- No son, I just happened to be

in the right place at the wrong time.

I'm not a hero.

- You are to me.

- Me too.

- Oh come on now.

You're gonna get all mushy

and I got a job to go into.

- But I made you special.

(laughter)

- Oh yum Ryan, that looks great.

Uh look, I think I'm gonna save this for lunch.

Okay?

I'll put it in a baggie...

- Coward.

- And I'll have it for lunch.

Okay?

- Take some more.

- Thanks.

Fill it up.

- Sam?

- What?

- It's okay, it's going to be okay.

Come on, fill it up.

- Dad, can I build a snowman for the

competition today?

- Oh sure, it's gonna win first prize.

But I want you all wrapped up.

Okay?

And the tree trimming is at 5:00 sharp.

- How could we forget?

- Yeah.

No, no, no, no.

(giggling)

- You're toast Mr. Snowman.

(christmas music and laughter)

(christmas music)

(car brakes squeaking)

- Hey, hey no looking 'till Saturday.

You know the rules.

- Come on Dad.

- No, not until Saturday.

You're gonna jinx us.

- [Female] Look at this over here.

(car door shutting)

- [Female] Hey Sam!

Oh oh Alex come here for a second.

- [Alex] What do you want?

- Morning Jake.

I see you couldn't get to that porch

railing while we were away.

- No I didn't get to it.

I'll do it.

- Sure, by New Year's?

- Yeah I said I'll do it.

- Great.

- Hey hey hey.

- Hi Jill.

- HI Mr. Tyler.

- I'm making angel wings.

- Oh that's beautiful Sally.

- Darling you want to help me with this?

- You know when I was a little girl

I always wanted to be the angel

on the top of the Christmas tree.

- Good.

You want to help me tie this now?

- Sure honey.

- How's it going there Billy?

- It's going.

- I see your dad's got his snowman

all covered up; big secret.

- I guess.

- Well he may win for the 5th year

in a row, right?

That's a pretty big deal.

- Whatever.

- Well, nice talking to you Billy.

- Working hard Tommy?

- Hey there Mr. T how you doing?

Everybody, the law is back in town.

So Mr. T, what do you think?

It's a snow babe.

I'm gonna caller Cindy Snowflake.

(laughter)

- I think it's very cool Tommy.

- All right.

Hey wait a second.

What's the difference between snowmen

and snow-women.

- Tommy.

- No really, what's the difference?

- I'll see ya Tommy.

- It's snowballs.

Get it Mr. T?

Snowballs.

(honking)

- Hey Bob.

Morning Paul.

I saw your Tommy.

- He's not in trouble I hope.

- As ever.

- I heard about, uh, Jack Frost.

End of an era.

- End of a nightmare.

- I'll find a way!

- Sam, you okay?

- Oh yeah yeah.

No I'm great.

I'm great Paul.

- So you, uh, dig out your driveway this morning?

Huh?

(laughter)

- Up at 6:00 A.M.

- Okay all right, you come in the store,

I'll give you 20% off because I think

you're about the best law enforcement officer

we ever had around these parts.

- All right?

- Maybe next season Paul.

- Okay.

Hold on you, you know what the difference

is between a snowman and a snow...

- I heard this one Paul.

- Oh, okay.

(footsteps)

Uh Tommy!

- Good morning Tommy.

- Oh hi Jill.

- Whatcha making Tommy?

- Oh this?

Um, nothing.

Just uh, I mean it's not supposed to be you.

- So uh you want to meet up later?

- Later?

Um, actually you know kind of busy.

Busy stuff, doing a lot of things.

I don't know if I can make it over.

- We can get a snow snowballing.

- Tommy we got salt, ice, you know.

Deliveries.

Come on.

(car engine)

(door opening and closing)

- But daddy I made those oats special for you.

(footsteps)

(door opening and whistling)

- Morning Marla.

(blow dryer)

Where is everybody?

Well good morning to you too Sam.

And how are you on this fine morning?

How was your weekend skiing?

Well Marla you know I don't like to ski myself

but Ryan and Anne they had a really gnarly time.

What's the matter, somebody die?

(creaking)

- Shit Sam, we ain't had a killing

in the county all our lives.

- I knew Old Man Harper ever since I

learned how to steal apples from his orchard.

- We all did Chris, we all did.

So what do you got?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?

You got to have something.

- Look about Sam.

We got no vehicle tracks.

- No footprints in the snow.

- I got no sign of a struggle or attempt

to break in to the house.

- No blood.

- Nothing. - Nothing.

- All right, I don't want this thing spreading anymore

than it needs to.

The whole town will go crazy.

Why don't you get Doc Peters?

Take your foot off the chair.

Get Doc Peters on the phone, tell him to come up here.

- Yeah.

- Why don't you go down to Donna's motel,

the gas station, liquor store;

ask them if anybody passed through last night.

Tell them a feed store was robbed or something.

- Feed store right.

Same what are you gonna be doing?

- I got to make sure of something.

(footsteps)

(door opening)

Marla put me through to the FBI will ya?

- Will you get me some apples?

(laughter)

- Show me two hours no injuries, natural obstacles.

- I have a sheriff from Snowmonton County

on the phone for you asking about Jack Frost.

- Put him through.

This is Agent Manners; who am I speaking to?

- Uh Sam Tyler, Snowmonton County Sheriff's Department.

I'd like to ask you a couple of question about

the Jack Frost accident.

- Well I'm afraid that most information

concerning the incident is confidential

but I'll help you if I can.

- Well we had a killing down here last night

and I need to know that Jack Frost is really dead.

- Oh yeah sheriff, Jack Frost did indeed die

in the accident; that I can assure you.

Anything else I can help you with?

- No, thank you very much.

- Not a problem.

Good luck with your investigation.

- Thank you.

(sighing)

It's over.

- It started.

- It wasn't meant to happen like this.

- So you keep saying.

- We hadn't even tested the acid on an amoeba.

Let alone a human cell.

This is a disaster.

- Disaster?

You got to learn to look on the bright side of things.

- The bright side?

- Sure.

At least you know it works.

It's just a shame that your guinea pig

had to be a homicidal maniac like Jack Frost.

Who I now have to put back in the test tube.

- Well, there are no lesions in the muscles of the neck.

No tears.

Now, there is a fractured cervical vertebrae one and two.

So I'm guessing that his head was snapped back

with alarming force but just the once.

Also notice that there's no bruising in the face.

So I would say something soft was held

in place to disperse the pressure.

Like a, a mitten or a large glove.

- That's all we need around here;

the catcher mitt killer.

- Yeah.

You think he'd strike again?

- I don't know doc but I'll be bolting my door tonight.

- I'll be dragging my dresser in front of mine Sam.

(car pulling into driveway)

(door opening)

(bags rustling)

(door closing)

(footsteps)

(ominous music and dog barking)

(creepy christmas music)

(door opening)

- Look, I made special.

- Honey I just cleaned up after your special oats.

- But these are extra special.

- They're very, not as special as that snowman

you made outside.

- I didn't make a snowman.

- Oh well, someone built it.

But it's not finished.

Needs a face so I thought that maybe you

could go outside and finish that up for...

(running)

I'll just spray down the kitchen.

(panicked chatter)

- Sam what's going on?

- What the hell are you going to do about this?

- All right, hold it hold it hold it.

- I tried to calm them down, I tried.

- There's no need to panic.

- What the hell are you talking about Sam?

Old Man Harper's dead.

- That's right, Old Man Harper has been killed

and we don't have a lead.

But you guys running around here like a

bunch of vigilantes isn't going to make

my job any easier.

- Right.

- Now I suggest you men go home to your families.

- Jesus, you think this psycho drifter's gonna

snub out some other poor son of a bitch.

Don't ya?

- Did I say that?

Did I say that?

Look, Old Man Harper lived way out here

five miles outside of town.

- What does that mean?

We all live on the outskirts of town.

- Right, and so do we and we're not scared.

Now whoever did this is already a 100 miles

away from here.

- Yeah Sam, well that may be but I'll tell ya what;

I'm gonna keep my store open all hours,

anyone that wants to buy extra ammo, huh.

20% discount for an emergency.

Come on, come on.

(group chatter)

- It's gonna be a gal dang turkey shoot.

- Oh hell Sam it's quicker than a jury.

(tires screeching)

- So you reckon you're about ready

to step out to lunch with me then?

- Do I look ready?

- Sure do to me.

(spraying aerosol spray)

- Ah, luckily for you Joe the power

to cloud mens minds is a responsibility

I take very seriously.

(makeup mirror snapping shut)

(trash can banging against leg)

(ominous music)

(rustling)

(birds cawing)

(ominous music)

- Hey move it.

I said move it.

Or are you deaf as well as butt ugly?

You're standing in the middle of a black ice

sled run snot for brains.

- But this is my dads front lawn.

- Look, are you gonna move or am I gonna

have to kick your stomach out the top of

your head again?

(sighing)

- I hope he breaks his face.

- What'd you say?

- Nothing.

- Look, nobody says nothing behind my back.

The killer snowman, is it yours?

- Yes.

No!

- Oh yes.

I think the black ice sled run is officially open.

And all the kings horses and all the kings men

couldn't give a rats ass about Tyler's little snowman.

Huh.

(screaming)

- I didn't do it.

- Holy moly Ryan killed Billy!

- It wasn't me.

(ominous music)

- (inaudible) Billy just had a birthday.

(light christmas music)

(crying)

- Shh, it's okay.

- Will you please stop telling me to calm down?

Shut up!

I'm not nuts!

There's one god damn psycho in this town

and it's your kid sheriff.

- Jay, Jay.

- That kid is touched by the devil.

- Honey don't.

- Let's take this somewhere else, come on.

- This is okay with me right here.

- Look, I am truly sorry about what happened

but I have to believe my son.

- Your son says a snowman pushed my son Billy.

Do you believe that?

Do you believe that?

- There couldn't have been a fight.

Billy is two feet taller than Ryan.

- Not anymore he ain't.

- You haven't heard the last of this.

- I, I believe that.

I believe that Jay.

And you watch the way you talk to me.

I'm not above punching an officer of the law

if it calls for it.

- Why don't you go home and calm down?

Well talk about this tomorrow.

- 'Cause I can't talk about it tomorrow.

'Cause I got to look for a place to bury my son tomorrow.

Jill, Sally, we're going home, come on.

- He's usually not so short tempered.

- I know, i know.

- I'm sorry.

(horn honking)

(footsteps)

- All right, why don't we all just go on home, all right?

Lets keep Billy in our prayers.

(footsteps)

- I didn't do it.

The snowman pushed him.

- That's all he keeps saying.

He must be terrified.

- I know Ryan.

I know.

(ominous music)

(gas stove lighting)

(humming)

(ominous music)

(chopping celery)

(stirring soup)

- You take a good long look at this face

'cause the next time you see it it's gonna

tear your world apart.

I'll find a way.

I'll find a way.

I'll kill you and your whole...

- I thought you destroyed those.

(sighing)

- I wish it was that easy.

- Sam he's gone and he can't come back.

The only place he exists now is in here.

I'm gonna destroy these.

(rustling papers)

(crash outside)

(ominous music)

(cocking handgun)

(lampshade clanging)

(ominous music)

(door opening)

- Oh, Jesus Sam.

- Well, gosh sakes I could have shot you.

(laughter)

- Well Sam hell, everybody knows you couldn't

hit the broad side of a barn with a scatter gun.

(laughter)

Annie, hi evening.

- Hi Paul.

- Uh, where do you want the salt?

The garage is all locked up.

- The salt?

Why don't you just put it right there.

- All right, didn't mean to scare you Sam.

- That's all right.

We're just a little jumpy tonight.

All right?

- Oh okay.

- Uh, I'll see you in the morning.

- All right.

- Thanks for the salt.

- 20% off on the salt too.

- I'll see you in the morning Paul.

- And 20% off on that garbage can.

- Paul thank you.

- And your snow shovel's not looking very good eith...

(door closing)

Okay.

(light music)

- Don't you think we ought to put the tree lights on?

- Your son isn't cold five hours, you want festivities?

- I was only...

- Yeah, well don't.

Hey!

And where in God's name do you think

you're prowling off to like some lady of the night?

Grief isn't good enough for you?

You may not have cared for your little brother...

- Jesus Dad, I loved Billy.

- Do not be forsaking the Lord's name in my

house little girl.

- The Lord forsook this house long ago.

I'm going to see Tommy.

(footsteps)

(door closing)

- She's only talking back to you

because she's upset.

- Sally, when I want philosophy I'll turn on Oprah.

Finish my scarf.

I'm gonna get more wood.

(light music)

(door opening)

- I'll make us a pot of tea.

(footsteps)

(ominous music)

(striking match)

- Say pal, how about a smoke?

(laughter)

- Who's that?

Who's that?

Sam?

Hey Sam, Sam is that you?

You come to make peace?

(laughter)

- Yeah, get it.

Put your back into it.

Come on, come on you can do it.

That's right boy, get it, get it.

Oh very good.

(laughter)

- All right, all right come on.

Come on you god damn psycho freak.

I'm ready for you.

(ominous music)

Come out here where I can see you,

you Christ loathing dog.

(ominous music)

I'm warning you.

(ominous music)

(gasping)

- Gosh, I only axed ya for a smoke.

(laughter)

(footsteps)

(creepy music)

- Oh Jake.

If I've asked you once I've...

(ominous music)

Oh.

(footsteps)

(humming christmas songs)

(ominous music)

Oh Jake, that's so sweet of you.

That's funny.

(footsteps)

(tree rustling)

Oh.

(rumbling)

Huh?

(ominous music)

(gasping and fast paced music)

(choking)

(screaming)

(fast paced music)

(buzzing)

(knocking)

- Oh sorry folks.

Shed was all blocked.

I didn't know where you wanted the salt.

Ho ho ho and what's your name little boy?

(laughter)

- Oh god.

- Always remember to dress up warm.

(laughter)

(heavy breathing and wind blowing)

- I just came over here to tell them all how

sorry I was about Billy.

Jesus Sam.

- All right Joe.

Now we're gonna do this thing calmly.

I want you to get the photographer.

- For Christ sake who the hell would do this?

Well someone's got to go tell Jill

her entire family's dead.

Jesus, she's only 18.

- Keep it down Joe, the whole town's gonna go crazy.

I need for you to keep it together.

We got a job to do.

We're gonna do it right.

First I want you to find Jill and I want you to

get Doc Peters and bring him up here.

Take a look at Sally.

- You don't reckon we should leave her up

for the 12 Days of Christmas then?

(throwing up)

(horn honking)

(footsteps)

(wind whistling)

(footsteps)

(door opening and closing)

- Myra I want you to call around,

see if you can get ahold of Jill Metzner.

Oh and call the FBI in Denver too.

Some asshole named Manners.

Who are you?

- I'm the asshole.

I'll get back to you later.

(phone hanging up)

Well this is an auspicious start we've gotten off to.

You must be Sheriff Tyler.

- Yeah Tyler.

- Agent Manners.

- FBI?

- Sure, why not.

And this is Stone.

- Agent Stone.

- Sheriff.

- Why are you here?

- We've got a line on your Abraham Harper.

- Old Man Harper, yeah, what about him?

- His death matches the MO of someone

we've been tracking for some time now.

- Yeah well we've got two more deaths.

I was just about to try to get you on the phone.

- Good.

Have the MVs been moved?

- Motor vehicles?

- Have the murder victims been moved yet?

- No uh, Jake and Sally Metzner have not

been moved yet.

- Fine, first take me to the crime scene.

Excuse me, Jake and Sally's place.

If everything checks out as I think it will

I'll have a task force in here by midnight.

- This mean the case is being taken out of my hands?

- It was never in them sheriff.

(radio traffic)

(footsteps)

(door opening)

- You were right the first time Sam.

Asshole.

(fast paced music and running)

- I don't know why you're so interested

in this darn footprint.

Whoever did this obviously came through the backdoor.

- It was locked.

- They locked it behind them.

- You're obviously not a man of science sheriff.

The latest advances in forensics means that

a footprint can be as accurate as a fingerprint.

(footsteps)

- I'm reading something.

- What?

- Oh sweet Jesus, look at this.

This thing is able to latently alter

its elemental molecular structure.

- English Stone, English.

- It can freeze and unfreeze at will.

It melted, came through the doggie door

and refroze on the inside.

- You mean Jack came through the doggie door

and refroze on the inside.

What the hell did you let loose in this town?

- Now there should be lacerations

to indicate where the handle of the axe was twisted

from side to side to help it down.

But no, all the cuts are near vertical.

It forced the handle straight down.

That's immensely powerful.

- Did you say it doc?

- I beg your pardon?

- You said it instead of he or she.

- Well, it's just a figure of speech Sam.

Whoever did this is an animal.

Metaphorically.

And I found this backdoor key inside Jakes pocket.

- Hm-mm, how many backdoor keys do you

own doc?

- Just the one.

- Me too.

- So, how did those footprints walk into

a locked backdoor?

- Am I missing something?

- Oh no, nothing at all Agent Manners.

We're just having some small town gossip here

about some tractor pulls and a barn raising.

- Right.

Well our equipment does in fact support

your theory sheriff.

The killer locked the door himself after entering.

Sheriff I'm gonna need you to arrange a curfew

for the rest of the night.

It'll be safer for everyone involved.

- Are you gonna tell me what this is about?

- I'm afraid it's on a need to know basis sheriff.

I'll have a task force in here by midnight.

You just keep your townsfolk

out of my line of fire and we'll get along real fine.

- Sure.

- Oh don't pout sheriff.

You should be grateful.

You got a madman on the loose in your town

and I'm gonna take him out for ya.

(car engine)

- Sam.

- What's this?

- Federally approved curfew regulations

and procedures.

- Yeah.

- Evening Sam, I'm afraid I haven't gotten around

to turning the furnace on.

It's a trifle chilly inside.

- Let's get it fired up father.

Everybody here?

- Pretty much yeah.

- Yeah?

You seen Jill?

- Uh no, a few of the kids are still missing.

- Well lets round them up all right?

Come on father we're gonna keep a close flock tonight.

(footsteps)

(applause)

- Uh, Father Brannon tells me the heating

will be turned on any minute now.

(applause)

Folks, folks we have a situation.

- Way to go Sam!

(laughter)

- All right now, lets just settle down all right?

(footsteps)

(tapping on metal furnace)

(squeaking valave)

- That ought to cheer everyone up.

(footsteps)

- Under the advisement of the local federal officers

I am going to put the town under a 24 hour curfew.

Listen I'm not gonna arrest you if you're just

walking down the street, I'm not gonna waste my time.

But this is for your own safety so I urge you to follow it.

- (inaudible) the snowman!

(banging)

- Father Brannon has told me he'll keep the church open.

You can sleep down here community style if you want.

It might be a good thing.

I want you to stay off the phones except

in case of an emergency.

All right?

(banging)

What the heck is going on out there?

- It's uh Paul Davrow.

- The fuckers a snow man.

Stop it.

- What are you talking about?

- No you don't understand.

- Paul.

- No, no she had wires coming out of her,

she had little lights in her.

- Paul look at me.

- It was a seven foot tall...

- Paul.

- Oh God.

(punching and gasping)

- Okay.

- Wel bravo sheriff.

- You didn't have to do that.

- I hope this isn't a taste of what I can expect

from this town under your direction.

- It's nothing all right?

We'll take care of him.

- You better.

That man's a danger to the public

and a possible hinderance to my operation.

- What?

- You better get your act under control sheriff

or I'll have you replaced.

I would appreciate it if all you people

would get off the streets.

Go darn a quilt or something.

- What the hells eating him?

- I bet you i ain't his girlfriend.

- You should have punched him out sir.

- Joe come here.

Get a hold of Paul.

Take him somewhere will ya?

Let him cool off for awhile down at the jail.

- Come on Mr. Davrow.

Okay now.

- Had a big nose.

- Okay.

- Sharp teeth.

- Chris?

- Yeah.

- I want you to go up to Paul's place.

Maybe you can find out what set him off.

- Uh, maybe I should help out Joe,

you know with Paul 'cause he's a big guy.

May get a little nasty.

- Chris.

- Right, I'm on it.

No, sure Sam I'll go check it out.

See what freaked everybody out.

No problem.

Nah, just a mad man loose.

Hey Deputy Chris Pullman captures

mad man.

Get the mad man be a hero.

Fa la la la la la la.

Whoah!

(brakes squealing)

(door opening and shutting)

(footsteps)

(creepy christmas music)

(footsteps)

(trunk creaking)

Okay.

Oh I've heard of this stuff happening.

Thermal updrafts.

(car backing up)

(gun shot)

(police sirens)

- Oh ho ho, hey kids.

- Hey.

- Ryan, where's your mom?

- She went home to get some more blankets.

- Did somebody go with her?

- I don't know.

Is she all right?

- Hey Joe!

(police sirens)

(footsteps)

(knocking on window)

- Sam!

(knocking on window)

Sam?

(knocking on window)

Is that you?

Deputy?

(water running)

Geese.

(ominous music)

(steam)

(screaming)

- Whoah.

- Sam.

- I got it, I got it.

(ominous music)

(valve squeaking)

- Ah, ice burst.

Lucky Sam sent me, huh?

- Don't you ever creep up on me like that again.

- You ought to get these pipes fixes Mrs. Tyler.

- We ought to fix you Joe.

- I think we're gonna need a mop on this one.

- And the roadblocks at 4th and Lacy

completely seal off Main Avenue.

- You're forgetting the church.

- No sheriff, the blockade is complete.

- No Father Brannon removed the fence here

from the cemetery last week so this is

all open field now.

- All right, thank you very much sheriff.

Anything else you care to share with me?

- Nope not at the moment.

But if I think of something you'll be

the first to know.

(door creaking)

- You have to get that done though.

You want to get the fittings wrapped.

You can do that yourself.

You take some Teflon tape.

No you can, you wrap the male fittings only.

You don't wrap the female fittings.

You got to make sure and wrap them

as you're looking down clockwise.

(door creaking)

You wrap them counter clockwise,

here you go Mrs. Tyler.

Then all the tape shreds off.

Also I noticed that your linoleum is starting

to peel up there from all the water being

on it down there.

You...

(footsteps)

(door opening)

Can get some caulk and get that back down

there real easy.

Silicon caulk (inaudible).

(door shutting)

(car engine starting)

(ominous music)

- i don't think they saw us.

- Jill, I don't know about this.

I don't think it's such a good idea.

- Come on.

You want to have fun don't you?

Or do you want me to sit around and get morbid?

- Jill, this is Sheriff Tyler's house.

- Exactly.

Are you gonna come or not?

(tree branches rustling)

(trash cans crashing)

- Jill.

- No no no no.

Don't turn on the lights.

- I'll get all scared in the dark.

And then I'll need a really big boy to look after me.

(nervous laughter)

- Big boy?

You're getting there.

(christmas music)

(zipper unzipping)

(fast paced christmas music)

(sigh)

- Mm-mm.

(christmas music)

- If you want me, I want a roaring log fire

and a bottle of wine.

(sigh)

Come and get me when you're ready.

(sigh)

- Yes, if I was anymore ready I would explode.

(radio turning on)

(blow dryer)

(uncorking wine)

- Shit.

(sigh)

(blow dryer)

(pouring wine)

(spitting wine into sink)

Need some ice.

(glass bottle being set on counter)

(freezer opening)

Damn.

(rustling in drawer)

(wind blowing)

(chipping ice)

(freezer door closing)

(ice clanking)

(snowball hitting window)

(radio playing)

(blow dryer)

Sheriff Tyler?

Hey Sher- it's Tommy Devroe.

Look, uh, I'm not a burglar.

Sheriff?

(ominous music)

(drawer opening)

(rustling in drawer)

(ominous music)

(drawer closing)

Who's out there?

I said, who's out there?

(ominous music)

(footsteps)

(ominous music)

(clearing throat)

(door creaking open)

Psst, who's out there?

(door creaking)

(ominous music)

I said, who's out there.

(metal music)

- Well it ain't fucking Frosty.

(laughter)

(metal music)

- Just stay back man, all right.

I know how to use this thing, all right.

Listen, just stay back.

Just...

(stabbing ice)

- What the hell are you?

- World's most pissed off snow cone.

No no!

(slamming into door)

- Ah!

- Well, what do you know?

Armed and dangerous.

Bottom of the 9th, four dead.

Here's the windup and the pitch.

Woo hoo!

It's a long drive.

(laughter)

(squishing sounds)

(radio and hair dryer)

(loud rock music from radio)

- Thank you Tommy.

(rock music)

(bath water sloshing)

(rock music)

(ominous music and water sloshing)

Tommy no, don't put cold water in.

Oh it's freezing!

(screaming)

(fast paced music)

(screaming)

(slamming body against the wall)

(screaming and fast paced music)

- Oh, looks like Christmas came a little early this year.

Well, hope it was good for you honey.

Oh, I must remember to send flowers.

(laughter)

(paper tearing)

(footsteps)

- Hey, bad manners, this is for you.

Coffe?

- Oh thanks.

Please, just to the brim.

Have you heard from Chris yet?

He was up at Paul Davrow’s place.

- Not that I know of.

- Uh why don't you see if you can get

him on the radio, okay?

I'm worried about him.

- Okay.

- There's a storm moving in over Denver.

They can't get the choppers off the ground.

They'll be taking everyone in by road.

(laughter)

- Huh.

- No way, never happen.

- Might be a little late but they'll be here.

- Oh no, tell 'em Marla.

- No way.

We're dead center the Snowmonton Bowl.

It's 20 miles uphill in any direction.

If it's anything like last week you won't

even be able to get a snowplow across the

highway in an hour from now.

- You telling me that there's no way to get my men in here?

- Duh.

- You can't let him escape.

- Well don't you fret Agent Stone.

Nothing comes in, nothing gets out.

Ain't that right Manners?

- Yeah right.

Tell me sheriff, what sort of armory do you have here?

- Armory?

- What kind of weapons are available to us?

- We're just a small town sheriff's office.

- I told you conventional weapons will

be useless against him.

We need the company.

- Watch your mouth.

- What are you two talking about?

- Nothing sheriff.

- I told you the company should have

been called in to handle this whole thing.

Not some bureau mercenary.

- You want to let me in on this?

- Sorry sheriff it's on a need to know basis

and you don't.

- Oh yeah, well I think I might need to know.

- Oh boys, Chris is back.

I just heard his car pull up.

- We're not finished.

(footsteps)

(ominous music)

- His car's here.

Where's Chris?

Chris?

Wherever he is he's soaking wet.

- Hey Sam isn't this Jake Metzner's old scarf?

- Marla, Marla don't touch that.

- What's the problem Sam?

(laughter)

It's just a scarf.

(screaming)

- Oh my God.

- Nah, bitch couldn't make it.

(gun shots)

- I thought you said conventional weapons

couldn't touch that thing?

- Now look what you've gone and done.

- Inside.

- Made in America.

- Hey.

- Get out of the way.

What are ya nuts?

Get out of the way Stone.

(door slamming)

- What was that?

- What's this place made out of?

- You got quarter inch steel in the walls

and the ceilings and half inch plate in the windows.

- That should hold us enough.

- Enough for what?

Tell me.

- Sam, Sam all the outside lines are down.

- We need something to fight back with.

- What are we fighting?

Look, I just saw something that doesn't belong

in this world and it's out there killing my friends.

Now tell me what it is.

- Jack Frost.

- No, Jack Frost died.

- Jack Frost changed.

- Changed?

Who are you people?

And don't give me this FBI bullshit.

- Shut up, shut up.

Listen.

What is that?

(water running)

- Sounds like water.

- Oh my God.

- What is it?

Oh lord, the footprint at Jake and Sally's place.

- I'll find a way!

- He came back.

- All right, stand clear.

(cocking gun)

(gun shots)

Damnit, it's not working.

- He's only vulnerable in his elemental state.

- English Stone!

- He can only be hurt when he's frozen.

- Well and then he can just stick himself right

back together again, right?

- Oh my god!

- Come on, come on.

- Don't hurt him.

(hair dryer)

- Oh hey.

- Come on, come on, come on.

Sam!

- Sheriff come on, move it.

- DOn't hurt him!

- Shut up.

(hair dryer).

- It's hot!

- Oops.

Uh oh.

(laughter)

- Sam, come on hurry up.

- Heat, we got to heat this place up.

- We got to blow this place.

You got cleaning supplies, aerosol, something?

- Yeah, yeah.

(clanking)

- I got a lot of them.

Here.

What are you doing?

- I can't authorize this sort of action.

- Nobody asked you to authorize it.

- Stop this now!

Agent Manners your orders are to observe, restrain

and to trap.

Not question directives.

- You see what's out there?

- What's out there is my proof.

- Yeah, well fuck that.

(clanking)

- Get him out of here, now.

(struggle)

- Come on.

(cans spraying)

- Move it.

(coughing)

- Damn it's locked.

- Stand back.

- No don't do that you'll blow the place.

- Where's the fucking key?

- Oh heck.

Don't leave without me.

(footsteps)

(coughing)

(water running)

(coughing)

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh, oh.

- Sam!

Sam where are you?

(keys hitting floor)

- Oh shoot.

Pick 'em up.

Pick 'em up.

No!

(struggle)

- Sam we can't breathe here.

(screaming)

- DOn't leave me!

Help me, help me please.

- I, I got the key Paul.

- That one, that one, try that one.

- I don't think it...

- Try it.

- Jesus Paul that one's not it.

That one, that one, that one, that's a good one.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on.

Let's go, let's go (inaudible) that son of a bitch.

(screaming)

- Hurry, hurry, hurry, he's coming.

(fast paced music and coughing)

(panicked chatter)

- I'm sorry Jack!

- Okay, Paul Paul.

(inaudible)

- Push!

- Pull.

- Push!

(inaudible)

- Come on, come on.

(coughing)

- Come on, shoot it.

- Those are not your orders.

- I hope somebody remembered to put out the cat.

(gun shot)

- Oh shit!

(explosion)

(creepy christmas music)

- We got him!

We got him!

- It's over now.

- I don't know Paul.

- I told you i'd take it out for you and I did.

- He's come back before.

(creepy christmas music)

- Oh maybe Manley is right.

Who could have survived that?

- Look Ma, I'm a Picasso.

- You got to be shitting me.

- Come on, run!

- I'll be back when I pull myself together.

- Hey, anyone got an aspirin?

(laughter)

Oh my head.

- Your place or mine?

- Yours.

Come on.

- What the hell was that Sam?

- It was a goddamn snowman.

- Look, we're all gonna have to fight this thing together.

- What's out there?

- Look I need everybody here to work with

me on this, all right.

I need you to stay calm.

I need you to trust these people.

- Why in hell should we trust these guys?

- Because we might just be your only hope.

- That's right.

- Sam, Sam wait.

- THey're gonna send in some kind of snow mobile.

Two hours at most.

- That'll be too late.

Now cut the crap.

I want to know who the hell you are.

- Let's just say we're in damage control.

- You I don't care about.

I want to know where you fit in.

Listen to me!

We're in this together.

That thing has got to be destroyed.

What exactly are we up against?

- Not even the Secretary of Defense knows what I'm doing.

(gun shot)

- Thank you.

- No problem.

- Do something.

- Like what, teach him how to shoot better?

- Welcome to the team doc.

Now talk to me.

- Jack Frost was an accident.

It was meant to be next level genetic research.

To ensure the survival of our race through

a global holocaust.

I created an acid that would bond a human

chromosome helix with an inert material

so we could be resurrected in the future.

But something happened in the accident.

The snow didn't just store Jack Frost's DNA.

- It's taken on his personality.

- Exactly.

You know what that means?

- Yeah, it means he's killing my friends.

- No sheriff.

It means that the soul exists.

And it's not just some esoteric spiritual entity

or even a vague electrical force.

The soul is a chemical.

- You're insane.

This isn't what we should be talking about right now.

- Frost's manifestation is my proof.

It's invaluable.

We cannot destroy it.

- Don't you get it?

Jack Frost came back here to get at me

and he's gonna kill anybody who gets in his path.

If we don't destroy him he's gonna kill

every last one of us.

- I have no idea how to stop it.

We have to contain it.

- How?

We have to put him in an absolutely water tight container.

Otherwise he's gonna leak out.

We can't risk that.

- But to destroy him...

- What do you want us to do Stone

wait till spring and see if he melts?

- Wait a minute, what about the furnace

down in the basement?

Surely that's hot enough to destroy him.

- Well we tried blowing him up.

It just pissed him off.

- I, I suppose it's possible that the sustained

heat could agitate the molecules

sufficiently to destroy the helix.

- Fine, fine, but how the hell do we lure

him down there?

- We don't lure him.

We force him.

- What if he doesn't show?

- Jack was never one to miss a party.

(light music and footsteps)

- You know I remember a night like this

back in '79.

There was three of us holed up in this little...

- Shh.

- What?

- You feel that?

- Feel what?

I don't feel anything.

- You don't feel that?

- Stampede of buffalo coming over the hill?

- What the hell is that?

- I think Jack's about to make an entrance.

(screaming)

- Hey Jack!

- What?

- You left a 7-10 split.

(screaming)

- Oh shit.

(hair dryers)

Can we talk this over?

It's hot, it's hot.

Oh good, another one.

(inaudible) now I see.

(fire raging)

(screaming)

My face is melting.

My eyes, my nose.

(screaming)

Help, help.

(furnace door closing)

(screaming)

- We iced him.

(cheering)

- Oh baby.

- Is it finished?

- Oh yeah, it's all gone honey.

Poof like magic.

- I told you the snowman did it.

- Listen, I need for you to get to a phone.

We're gonna need some medical help.

- Oh I love you too.

- What about me?

- No, you're gonna stick with dad.

Okay?

Fastest blow dryer in the west.

(chuckle)

(light christmas music)

- You know at least you've still got your records, right?

You know it's at a time like this when

I think all we can do is turn our eyes up to the heavens

and say, oh shit.

- Blow me.

(groaning)

Frost bite.

Next time we'll use mistletoe.

(screaming)

I need floss.

- Please, please.

We know it's you Jack.

- Bah humbug.

- Wait wait wait.

- Huh?

- I can help.

Maybe turn you back.

- But I'm having so much fun just the way I am.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Then tell me what it's like.

To have breached death, the dream of every man on earth.

You're immortal.

How does that feel?

- Oh it feels...

(screaming)

- Put it on your head.

It's cold out here.

Listen, I want you to wait in here for just a minute.

I've got to talk to this guy.

Here.

(door slamming)

(light music)

- Fuck it.

(throwing up)

- Ryan!

- Dad!

- Ryan open the door.

Quick, quick.

- I'm scared dad.

- Don't eat yellow snow.

(laughter)

- Where's the key?

- Where's he going?

- I don't know.

(water gurgling)

- He's coming in.

- Don't let the water touch you.

Come here, get over here.

Don't let it touch you.

Don't touch the water.

Here.

(grunting and kicking steering column)

- Dad?

- Come on.

Come on.

(car engine turning over)

Come on.

- I think your engine's flooded.

(laughter)

Locked.

(glass breaking)

Oh what about (inaudible)?

- Go on honey, go.

Hurry Ryan.

That a boy.

(laughter)

- It's just you and me baby.

(laughter)

(screaming)

- He's burning.

He's burning.

Oatmeal is making him burn.

Honey, what did you put in those oats?

- Sorry.

- It's a good thing that you did.

- I didn't want you to get cold.

- Honey what did you put in the oats?

- Anti-freeze.

(laughter)

Sorry.

(crashing)

- You are so fucking dead.

- Just what I was thinking Jack.

- I can see your house from up here.

(laughter)

- Anti-freeze, you got any anti-freeze?

- Oh yeah yeah I just got a load...

- Somebody get me the number of that truck.

I want you to get the anti-freeze.

- Okay.

- Put it in the truck.

- Right.

- I want you to be back here in five minutes.

Five minutes Paul.

- Okay.

- Exactly five minutes.

- All right.

- All right?

- What about Ryan?

- Ryan go, come on go with Paul.

Five minutes Paul.

- All right.

(running)

- Looks like it's just you and me Jack!

- And then there was one.

- Hey Jack?

- What?

- What's the difference between snowmen and snow-women?

- I don't know!

- No balls.

- I'll finish this.

(metal music)

- Ryan stay there.

(door slamming)

(metal music)

(running up stairs)

(metal music)

- Go away!

- We're busy.

(goat sounds)

- Oh it's my husband.

- Ryan don't move.

It'll all be over soon.

- Okay.

- Under the bed, the closet.

Just hide.

(ominous music)

(screaming)

- Those stairs were a killer.

(screaming)

(metal music)

- Is it cold in here or is it just me?

(laughter)

- Shall we dance?

Oh, I feel a hug coming on.

(laughter)

Oh yeah, you have been the best so far.

Listen, I've got a point I'd like to make.

(laughter)

Quit wiggling will ya?

(groaning)

Just a minute, let me see.

Oh I think it is, I think it's got some flesh.

(laughter)

Oh yeah.

Oh looks like daddy got right to the heart of the matter.

(laughter)

- You're not gonna get my family.

- Ah, going, going gone.

I'm really looking forward to your wife dead man.

(horn honking)

Huh?

- It's the calvary asshole.

(screaming)

(glass breaking)

(splashing)

(fighting)

- Come on honey!

Come on honey!

Come on baby!

(screaming)

(fighting)

(breathing heavy)

- All gone.

- Yes.

- Oh bravo, praise God.

Praise God.

- Dad, you forgot this arm.

- No Ryan!

- Help.

- Drop him.

(screaming)

(light music)

- May no one break the seal of holy earth

at which we now inter this evil

on consecrated ground.

(creepy christmas music)

(police sirens)

- Looks like the calvary has finally arrived.

- So what do we tell the FBI Sam?

- Tell them it's too late.

(creepy christmas music)

(rock music)

(christmas music)