(theme music)
(christmas music playing)
- Remember, lads, big smiles.
The constabulary needs to put on a good showing.
- Do we really need to do this, sir?
It's not our job. - It is today.
We're spreading cheer.
(sighing) - spreading christmas cheer
For christmas or for gleeton's department store?
- It could be fun.
Surely it's about making memories.
- Sir, did you know that every department store in this city,
Including gleeton's, has their own santa claus?
- The wee nippers probably can't tell the difference.
- We've completely lost the true spirit of christmas.
- Here, ring the bell!
Maybe that'll help you find the spirit.
(bell ringing)
- Sir, is it supposed to sound like an awful racket?
- They're tuning their instruments, higgins.
- Hey, you got a light? - Should an elf be smoking?
- Not my problem. Oh!
Much obliged.
- A little whisky to warm my soul.
You want some? - Uh... What?
Indulgence is what christmas is all about, sir.
- Not when you're on the job.
- Everyone!
The parade is about to begin!
Move to your appointed positions!
(bell ringing)
(screaming)
- What the devil's going on now?
- He's dead.
Merry christmas, everyone.
Come on, please. This way.
Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately,
The christmas parade has been cancelled for today!
Please return to your homes.
- He seems to have been bludgeoned in the back of the head.
- Right.
Watts, is there something...
There is... Something inside of his mouth.
It's money.
And there's...
...A handkerchief.
It reads "naughty".
Perhaps the killer thought he was no good.
- Oh. This is one clarance barnes.
Now, that name sounds familiar.
- He's a landlord. And not the good sort.
We've had several complaints
About the state of his properties.
- My parade!
I've been working on this for months.
How could this have happened?
- Yes, you're the event organizer, uh--
- Mr. Wes tallyford.
You need to find who ruined my parade.
- Ruined your parade? Wes, a man has been murdered.
- Sir, do you have an idea who might have done this?
- Gleeton's rival, mr. H.H. Fudger.
- From zimpson's department store?
- That's the one. Those two have had a dreadful
Back and forth for years now.
- You think he would resort to murder?
- To rain on our parade? He surely would.
- The body was found on your sleigh.
Other than yourself, did anyone else go near it?
- Yes. Uh, the elves,
Uh, reindeer, mr. Tallyford, uh...
Oh! And that robust police chap over there.
- So, did you notice anyone lurking around today?
- There have been people milling around all day.
- I didn't see anyone getting onto the sleigh until santa did.
- When was the sack placed on the sleigh?
- The sack was already there when we arrived this morning.
- So, the body was likely put into the sack last night, or early this morning.
- Did you see anything out of place?
- Your silly little hat looks out of place.
It's not very festive, is it. (fanfare music playing)
- Sir, what time was it that... - I'm sorry. What was that?
- I said what time w... - Could you come again?
- What time...
Give me...
(drumsticks clattering) (music stopping)
Now, what time was it you got here this morning?
- There was an incident this morning at the christmas parade.
- Yes, I heard.
Serves gleeton and his garish parade right.
- Ah, yes. I understand the two of you have quite the rivalry.
- Oh, I wouldn't call it that.
He is a money-grubbing cur who has been stealing
My customers for years with lies and false advertising.
- Did you know clarence barnes?
He was found dead this morning in santa's sleigh?
(scoffs) - santa's sleigh?
His so-called santa wears a fake beard.
Our santa has a real beard.
- Please answer the question. (scoffs)
- Gleeton would say it was me.
He takes any opportunity to besmirch my name.
Oh, his obsession with me is... Well, it's almost flattering.
- Mm. - Of course I didn't do it.
Look at me! I am a dignified man.
I would never trifle in such, such brutish matters.
- Where were you last night? - Oh, if you must know,
Last night, I was having a dalliance at the ice sculpture show.
- With? - A lady friend?
- Who? - Hm.
It's quite the scandal, really.
I trust I can count on your discretion.
- Mr. Fudger, I am this close to tossing you in our cells.
- Miss margaret wynward.
- Of wynward's department store in vancouver?
- One and the same. - Hm.
We'll have to confirm with her, then.
All right, mr. Fudger. You may go for now.
I'll contact you if I have any further questions.
- Oh. When you have some time,
You should bring your family down to our santa's grotto.
You won't be disappointed.
(sighing)
- Right, everyone! Gather round, gather round!
I've decided that this year,
We're going to do a secret gift exchange.
Everyone pulls a name out of the hat,
Keeping it to yourselves, of course.
And then, you buy that person a gift
Costing no more than three dollars.
- Sir, brilliant.
Clandestine gift giving.
A santa claus who must give in secret.
We could call it santa... Or a secret...
Uh, uh... Santa's... Secret of santa!
- Catchy.
- Three dollars? That's exorbitant.
- Don't be such a bloody cheapskate, murdoch.
- On the other hand, three dollars might not quite cover it.
(bright music)
- Effie, you've transformed the place!
- You like it? - And mistletoe!
- You know what that means, george.
- I do, indeed.
(door opening)
- Effie. - Mother!
- I'm done with that man.
- Have you had another fight with father?
- I never want to see him again!
(indistinct chatter)
- Detective, you wanted to talk to me, I take it
You have found the culprit and recovered the funds?
- The... What exactly are you talking about?
- The robbery?
The money stolen from our office.
It's $1,000 and mr. Barnes is sure to blame me.
- I regret to inform you that mr. Barnes is dead.
- It seems christmas has come early.
- I take it the two of you did not have a pleasant working relationship.
- Mr. Barnes did not have a pleasant relationship
With anyone, working or otherwise.
- We have heard some complaints.
- Mr. Barnes, god rest his soul, was not a good man.
Lawsuits, evictions, enemies galore.
- Uh, what dispute was he working on most recently?
- He had a nasty argument with a woman
From st. Nicholas orphanage down in the ward.
- What was the nature of their dispute?
- He was in the process of evicting them.
Those children were due to be out on their ears
By December 24th, just in time for christmas.
- Miss hart.
- Inspector. What can I do for you?
- I drew watts in the gift exchange, but I'm at a loss.
- Didn't you say yourself that revealing the identity
Of your gift recipient flies in the face
Of the spirit of christmas?
- I don't give two hoots about that.
What should I get him?
- Well, something nice, I suppose.
- But what if it is too nice?
Will it be sending the wrong message?
(laughing)
Why are you laughing? I'm quite a good-looking fella!
- Sir, just because a bumblebee likes flowers,
It doesn't mean it will alight on every blossom.
- Why are we talking about flowers?
Have I missed something? (chuckling)
(laughter, indistinct chatter)
- Hm. Everyone here seems to be having quite a merry christmas.
- We can have christmas now. Santa read my letter.
- Oh, it certainly is a miracle.
- Miss?
- Velma joy. I run the orphanage.
(both): Detective william murdoch and detective watts
Of the toronto constabulary.
(clears throat) - we'd like a word.
- Certainly.
- Uh, we've learned from mr. Barnes' office
That this orphanage was on the verge of eviction.
Where did you get the money for all of this?
- I found a thousand dollars on my doorstep this morning.
But I've already sent my employee, miss sarah jenkins,
Down to pay off all the debt and stop the eviction.
- A thousand dollars.
That's the exact amount that was stolen
From mr. Barnes' office.
- Did you steal the money and kill mr. Barnes?
- Watts! The children. - What?
Heavens, no!
I did not even know he was dead!
The money appeared with a red bow wrapped around it
And I assumed it was a gift.
- Where were you last night?
- I have been stuck here for the past two days
With all of the children packing for our impending eviction.
I did nothing wrong.
- Thank you, miss joy.
We need to find out if that debt was, in fact, paid.
- Then I will go to mr. Barnes' office and see what I can find.
- Effie's mother has properly set up shop now.
I'm afraid there's no turning back.
- Ah, trust me, you need to be rid of her sooner rather than later.
Every time ruthie's mother shows up,
They always leave me as the third wheel.
- Well, I've tried! I've tried to convince her
She should return to her husband.
I mean, it's the holidays, they should be together, right?
- Do you think it worked?
- She may have listened a little bit.
- One thousand dollars was stolen from mr. Barnes' office,
And then the same amount was delivered to the doorstep
Of velma joy.
- Perhaps money is the key.
But that's so impersonal.
- I'm sorry, sir?
- My gift for watts.
Murdoch, have you not been listening to me at all?
- Isn't watts jewish?
- Not in practice.
- Still, I don't think he celebrates christmas.
- I still have to get him a gift.
- Mrs. Potts...
Barnes' receptionist claims that no one has been by
To pay off the orphanage's debt today.
- So, miss joy was lying? - Perhaps not.
On a hunch, I asked for a description of the woman
With whom mr. Barnes had his argument.
Mrs. Potts said she was a young woman with dark hair.
This was just a preliminary sketch I was working on.
But then I realized that description fits
Miss joy's employee, sarah jenkins.
- So, miss jenkins could be the woman in question?
- That would be my guess.
- Then we'll need to speak with her.
(phone ringing)
- Feel free.
(phone ringing) - but...
Detective murdoch, toronto constabulary.
Right. Thank you.
They've found another body.
- You two go ahead. I'll find this miss jenkins.
- Watts.
- Sir. In here.
- Good lord.
(dramatic music)
Mr. Fladdius grimes, a local loan shark.
- Sir, this ledger was on the desk.
It appears to contain a list of his debtors.
- And both of his kneecaps have been broken.
I've heard that that's what men in his line of work do.
- Mm-hmm. - Poetic.
- Oh!
Miss sarah jenkins!
It seems she was also in hock to mr. Grimes.
- Quite the coincidence.
- All right, henry, let's get the body down to the morgue.
- Yes, sir.
- Apparently, mr. Grimes' brand new automobile
Has been stolen from the driveway.
A flashy red number.
- Another theft, just like the first victim.
And the only person that seems to be connected
To both of them is miss jenkins.
- George crabtree!
How could you?
- What did I do?
- It is completely unacceptable
To threaten to throw my mother out of our house.
- I did no such thing! - Well, mother says you did.
- And who are you going to believe, me or deirdre newsome?
- It's a toss-up.
- Effie, all I did was encourage her to make up with your father.
I said that the holidays were no time to hold a grudge.
- Mother's arrival has thrown a bit of a wrench in our plans.
- It's our first christmas in our new home.
We should be spending it together. Alone.
- Well, she is my mother.
We'll have to figure it out somehow.
- Miss jenkins, we've now connected you to both victims.
- You got into an altercation with mr. Barnes
A couple of days prior to his death.
And you're in debt to mr. Grimes.
- The orphanage is my home.
They took me in when I had nowhere else to go.
- Then why steal the money miss joy gave you
To pay the orphanage debt?
- I didn't steal it.
I was on my way to pay it off when I heard of mr. Barnes.
I figured he didn't need the money anymore.
So I was taking it to mr. Grimes instead.
- But then you killed him? - No, of course not.
When I got there, there were police everywhere, so I left.
- Do you have an alibi for your whereabouts last night?
- I was on a night-time stroll.
I'm not an easy sleeper. - Can anyone confirm that?
- No.
But I swear on my life
That I did neither of those men any harm!
- I'm sorry, miss jenkins, but we're going to have to place you under arrest.
(gasps)
- Mr. Grimes was killed with a swift blow
To the back of the head with a blunt object.
- Exactly like mr. Barnes.
- Well, the wounds are quite similar.
- Likely the same killer.
You've enjoyed some of the finest things that life has to offer.
- This is an odd turn.
- Um...
What's something a lady might like for christmas?
- Oh, I'm sure julia would do well with a nice bottle of sherry.
(chuckling) - yes.
She certainly loves her libations, sir.
- Any other suggestions?
- I really couldn't say.
I'm not much interested in christmas at all.
- Not even the gifts?
- Peace and quiet is the only gift I'm seeking.
I've found something.
- Is that a handkerchief?
- There's a note.
It reads... "naughty".
- It seems someone has taken santa's christmas list to heart
And punished the naughty and rewarded the nice.
(laughing)
- Hey!
- Ah!
- Oh, god. I'm next.
- Next what?
- I think I am going to be the next name on the naughty list.
- Henry, don't be ridiculous!
- Well, he is after the naughty,
And as you and your liver pie know,
I have done some very bad things.
- You're the one who ate my liver pie last week?!
- Please george, focus!
- Henry, I'm busy.
- I've got to make this right.
- Sir? (knocking on door)
- George? What's the matter?
- Sir, what do you do when a guest,
Who you didn't invite in the first place,
Refuses to leave your home when you're trying to have
A romantic christmas holiday with your new wife?
- That's rather a specific question.
Uh, I suppose you try to enjoy
The holiday with said guest.
- Because you have a rather large house, sir--
- I've found the automobile, detective.
- Does it belong to sarah jenkins?
- No. (snaps fingers)
- It would just be for a short while.
(sighing)
- Pardon me, young man.
Did your parents purchase this car?
- No, it's from santa.
It's a gift so that we could see our father for christmas.
- You wouldn't have seen him otherwise?
- Well, he works in parry sound
And mother said he wouldn't make it back this christmas.
But now that we have a car, we can go to him.
- Mm.
And when did santa drop this car off?
- It wasn't there in the morning,
But it appeared after lunch... Like magic.
- Miss jenkins was already in our cells.
(ball bouncing)
(sighing)
I'm releasing you for the time being, but don't go far.
- Good day, detective. - Oh! Hello, ladies.
What are you doing here?
- Well, I thought since the parade was cancelled,
We might take susannah to see santa.
- I respectfully decline. - Huh.
I respectfully decline your decline.
- Julia, what does santa claus
Have to do with the birth of christ?
- Just get your coat, william.
(cooing)
- We're gonna go see santa.
- Dr. Ogden? Uh, here.
It's a christmas gift for susannah.
- Oh!
Well, how thoughtful of you.
Thank you, henry.
- Well, I do love children.
- Shall we?
- Come on.
(chuckling)
- A day late, a dollar short, I'd say, higgins.
- Oh, shut up, george.
I... Mean, I am but a servant of goodness.
- Hm.
(bright music)
- Oh.
Apparently, this is the only place in the city
Where children can leave their letters to santa.
(chuckling) isn't that adorable?
- Twenty-five cents to take a photograph with santa.
It's preposterous! (sighing)
- Reach down deep within
And find your christmas spirit, william.
- I fear that may be long extinguished.
Christmas is becoming nothing but a cheap façade,
And santa claus a con man that takes money
From little children and leaves them with nothing but disappointment.
(chuckling)
- Here you are, sir.
- What's all this about, higgins?
Why are you bringing me milk? - It's posset.
- Posset? I'm not a sickly child.
- There's lots of rum in it. - Oh!
Say no more.
Mm.
Ooh, it's good.
It's very good.
What have you done this time?
- What do you mean? I'm just being nice, sir.
- Nice is not your nature.
What's going on?
- Just spreading some christmas cheer.
- Something's rotten in the state of denmark.
- Did you find a dress for the concert tonight?
- No.
I'm afraid we'll have to miss it.
I went to the box office, and they said it's sold out.
- I already told you, I bought us two tickets.
- Two. We need three, one for mother.
- I still don't see the issue.
- George, we can't leave her at home alone in such a fragile state.
- Effie, it's a few hours! She'll be fine.
- Absolutely not. We're missing the choir and that's that.
(sighing)
- Thank you for the car, santa.
- Well, you are very welcome, son.
- I'm glad that I could help.
Ho, ho, ho, ho.
- Danny, do you remember me?
Detective murdoch. - Yes.
- Um, when you wrote your letter to santa about the car,
Did you put it in that mailbox?
- Yes! You tell him your christmas wishes,
And then they come true.
- Thank you.
- William, what is going on?
- Julia, I believe santa claus may be the killer!
- What!? William!
- Pardon me, mr. Nicholas.
Detective murdoch, toronto constabulary.
I need you to come with me.
- Ho! Ho! Ho! Hello, son!
Well, now, what do you want for christmas?
- Get up or I will force you up.
- Ho, ho, ho! How about a shiny new badge?
Boop! (laughing)
- All right. That's it.
- Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho! (exclaiming)
Hey! Hey! Ah! Hey!
(exclaiming)
Help!
- Don't look.
- What are you doing to santa?
- Just need to ask him a question!
- You can't put him in jail. - I never said that!
- You're ruining christmas!
- Oh! (grunting)
(all exclaiming)
- All right. You're coming with me.
- What? But I didn't do anything!
Help! - Move it!
(door opening) - well, no santa for us.
(door closing)
(indistinct chatter)
- You are very definitely on the naughty list.
Those children are scarred for life.
- You resisted arrest.
- And you destroyed christmas for those youngsters.
- You admitted to delivering that car to that lad's home,
One that had been stolen from a murdered man.
- I was just playing along. I don't know anything about a murder.
- What about the orphanage?
- What orphanage? - Don't play games with me.
The children of the st. Nicholas orphanage
Wrote you to save them from being evicted.
Then they receive a large sum of money.
- I had nothing to do with that.
Look, 11 months of my life
I'm a blacksmith in picton county.
One month a year, I play santa claus.
If I had the money to buy roadsters and save orphanages,
Do you think I'd be doing what I'm doing?
Truth be told, I don't even read the damn letters.
(sighing) - I knew it.
- What? - Nothing.
You're a fraud.
- I'm a man with a job, one I work hard at every day.
Ask anyone.
Now will you let me go?
- I'm not in the business of releasing killers.
- I didn't kill anyone!
(knocking on door) - how goes it, ebenezer?
Santa still in the cells?
- He remains the most viable suspect.
- And what about the children waiting for him?
- I'm sure mr. Gleeton will just hire another one.
- What do you think about wristwatches?
- They seem quite practical, actually. Why?
- I'm thinking of getting watts one.
I hear they're all the rage.
But I wonder... - Wonder what?
- Would you consider a wristwatch jewelry?
- Oh.
Ah, well, I suppose.
- If one wears an adornment, it's jewelry.
- Yes, but it remains a suitable gift,
Although these are much more than three dollars.
(door closing)
- Ah, my very own ebenezer scrooge.
- You've been speaking with the inspector?
- No, but if the shoe fits.
- Where is susannah? - I just put her down.
- I'll kiss her good night.
- Did you bring her a lump of coal?
(chuckling) - witticisms abound.
(laughing)
(soft music)
- "dear santa claus, do the misdeeds of my parents
Affect my position on the nice list?
I myself have been a picture of niceties all year long,
And I hope to see the rewards of that with a bandalore.
With sincerity, william murdoch."
(classical music playing)
- Could you imagine hearing handel's messiah
Live and in person? - Yes.
Well, there's always next year, george.
- Gingerbread. Get it while it's hot.
- No, thank you, mrs. Newsome.
It gives me terrible indigestion.
- Well, more for me and effie. Darling?
- Mother, you know I don't like gingerbread.
- Well, your father loves it.
Oh, he really does.
I'll just... I'll just throw it away.
- Would it have killed you to try one?
- Uh, yes, it might have!
It gives me terrible indigestion.
- You said, george. - Severe indigestion, effie.
(sighing)
(knocking on door) - sir.
- Thank you, henry.
- Best of the season to you, sir.
What are you up to?
- Um, two deaths so far have been linked to these letters.
I'm looking for the next possible victim.
- Could you use some help?
- Well, certainly. Thank you, henry.
- Ah, my pleasure.
Look for any mention
Of people who have been... Naughty.
- Yes.
You know, sir, this christmas has rattled my nerves.
One wonders what the holiday is coming to.
- I couldn't agree more! It's shameful.
- Where's your mother? - She won't leave her room.
- Well, why don't you take her out shopping? That'll cheer her up.
- George, what would cheer her up is my father coming to get her.
- Then ask him to. - He would never.
He's very proud.
- Then we'll give him a reason to.
Come with me.
Come on.
- You sure this is a good idea?
What do you want me to do?
- Well, just root around. - Root around?
- Yes, root around! You're, you're discovering the wonders of a new planet.
- How do you propose I do that? - Oh, just root around.
(clattering) there we go.
(clanking) excellent!
This will get your father here tout de suite.
- Most of the letters were unopened, sir, except for these.
- This one is complaining to santa because her father
Doesn't make enough money to buy her what she wants.
And this one? He's asking for an automobile.
- Children don't know what things cost, sir.
- They should learn that the important things in life don't cost a thing.
- Well, I suspect that's a lesson lost on most of us, sir.
Most of what I make, I spend on ruth and it's never enough.
I swear sometimes it's...
But heck! It's christmas.
Hang on, sir. Have a look at this one.
It's a letter from the orphanage.
- Ah, yes. That's from little tina
Asking santa to make mr. Barnes disappear...
- It seems santa granted her wish.
- He certainly did that.
Anything you'd like to say?
- I've never seen this before. - It was opened.
- And, as I told you, I don't read the letters.
- Well, then, who does?
- I didn't think anyone did.
- Well, then how do children get what they want if you don't...
Of course. You're not real.
- Can I leave now?
- You can leave when this matter is resolved.
- Can I get you anything?
Milk and cookies?
- Do you have anything stronger?
- I'll see what I can do.
(door closing)
- I must confess, this season never gives me much joy.
- You're a scrooge as well? - Excuse me?
- Charles dickens? A christmas carol?
- You read charles dickens?
- What's wrong with charles dickens?
- Oh! Well, I've never been one for fiction,
But fiction combined with christmas themes is just too much.
- Well, I share the same feelings.
I've never been one for the holiday.
- Not even as a child? - Oh. Especially as a child.
My father was always running one scheme or another during christmas.
It usually ended up in us being on the run before the day even came.
- Hm. (spits)
So it's hard to miss what you never had.
- All it is for me is another day
Complicated by the fact that you have to buy someone a gift,
And if you don't buy the right thing,
They'll judge you for it. - Oh!
Don't worry, miss hart.
I don't want for much.
- I'm not buying for you, llewellyn.
- Oh.
- But I do know who is. - Is that so?
- Are you curious? - Well...
- Help! Anyone! Help!
There's something going on over at gleeton's!
I was just closing up for the evening and I saw this.
- Ah, detective llewellyn watts with the toronto constabulary.
Are you all right? (muffled speech)
Right, right.
- Ah, thank you. - Let me guess. Naughty?
- Mother?
Mother, really?
- What's she doing? - Leaving.
- Well, she can't do that! - Why?
- Because your father might be on the way!
Mrs. Newsome, please. You can't leave.
- Well, where are you even going?
- My sister's. I'm not welcome here
And I won't stay where I'm not wanted.
- How can you say that? I want you here.
Uh, please, deirdre, I want you to stay.
I want you to be... To be happy for christmas.
Isn't that right, effie? - Yes! That's right.
- What could be more important
Than being with family at christmas?
- Did you just say family christmas?
Did you just say that? A family christmas?
When perry isn't here?
Oh! Please.
- Do you ever think before you speak?
Mother? - No.
- Mother? - No.
- He didn't mean that!
- Oh, for the love of saint stephen.
- Who did this to you?
- I didn't see.
He hit me from behind.
- And what can you tell me about this?
- Whoever clobbered me jammed it into my mouth.
- Who is amanda blake?
- She's a student of mine.
- Ah.
We received this, mr. Lark:
"please, santa, I have been ensnared within the clutches
Of a horrible monster named mr. Perigrew lark.
He takes pleasure in being horrible
And making children cry.
Most recently, he has stolen my favourite spinning top
Right before christmas, and I am anguished."
- Huh.
- Oh, this is funny?
- That is the best piece of writing amanda has produced in some time.
- Why would she call you a monster?
- I admit I am a teacher who runs a tight ship,
But I am certainly not a monster.
- Then why would she write this?
- I repeatedly told her
That she could not bring her toys to school.
She wouldn't listen and brought in this terribly annoying spinning top.
So, I confiscated it.
- That's all? - That's all.
- Hm.
Certainly not actions punishable by death, or...
- Have a merry christmas, murdoch.
- Well, you as well, sir.
- Off home? - Not quite yet.
- Oh. Mass? - No.
I'm going to stop by the blake residence.
The killer tends to reward the nice.
Perhaps I can catch him in the act.
- Not much of a christmas eve.
- Oh, I'll be there on the day.
- I'll go with you, sir. - Oh!
No, thank you, henry. It's christmas eve.
- Crime doesn't take a break for the holidays, sir.
- What's going on with you, higgins?
- Nothing.
- Ever since this christmas killer came out
You've been acting like a decent person.
Something tells me that somebody thinks they're on the list.
- Just doing my job, sir.
- It might be too late to make amends.
- Hang on, sir!
I'm coming.
- Two months before christmas,
Ruthie provides me with a list of objects she desires.
They're ranked and itemized.
It's my job to find them.
Last year I had to write to paris, France for a scarf,
If you can imagine.
- Why does a woman like ruth,
Who presumably has everything, need a gift?
- Well, everyone likes surprises, sir.
- Well, it's hardly a surprise if it's ranked and itemized.
- Well, everyone likes a present.
- Not everyone gets a gift. - Look, sir.
- Is that a spinning top? - It appears to be.
- You there! Elf! Toronto constabulary.
- Stop!
(rhythmic music)
(choir singing)
(exclaiming)
(grunting) - help!
Help!
- This man is under arrest.
Go about your business.
(indistinct chatter)
♪ deck the halls with boughs of holly... ♪♪
- Very good, henry!
- Thank you, sir.
(knocking on door)
- I'll get it.
(knocking on door)
Mr. Newsome!
Thank god you're here.
(door closing) come in.
You got the pictures? - What pictures?
- The pictures of the aliens.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
I've come to see my wife.
- What do you want?
- I want you to come home.
- Why?
- Because it's christmas.
Because you're my wife and...
Because I love you.
- Are you sorry?
- I took a coach all the way here.
Of course I'm sorry.
- He's sorry. He's sorry.
Oh, darling. (chuckling)
Okay. (chuckling)
Now you two enjoy your first christmas alone
And I'll go get my bags.
- Now, what was this you said about aliens?
- Perry?
- I suppose it can wait.
(chuckling)
- You don't see what I see.
- Could you clarify that? - I see greed.
I see evil.
- I see plenty of both.
- Well, then, you know greed and evil are always rewarded.
- Well, that's not always true.
- If that's the case it's because of men like you and I.
- You and I are nothing alike.
- You arrested santa claus.
- Because I believed him to be a criminal.
- Santa's no criminal.
He rewards the good and punishes the naughty.
- And he wasn't doing his job.
So, you took it upon yourself.
- I'm santa's little helper, yes.
- Well, then, you are under arrest for murder.
On christmas eve.
- It's so gracious of you and george to have us in your home.
I would have thought you'd want to have christmas alone.
- Oh, we had christmas alone. Many times.
- Yes, it's quite striking, inspector. Thank you.
- That cost more than three dollars!
What about the rules? - Sir?
- Such a stickler for rules.
- You had me, george?
- This is for you, sir. Yes. - Oh.
Open it. - Ooh.
(clears throat)
- Rather extravagant, don't you think?
- Don't worry, darling. I haven't forgot you.
- Oh! Jewelry. Oh! It's beautiful.
- It's not bloody jewelry. It's a practical timepiece.
Nothing more.
- Aren't all adornments some form of jewelry?
- No! - Yes!
- No. Definitely not.
- Uh, george, what is this?
- Sir, it's an electric toaster. It has various settings.
It will cook your bread to perfection... On both sides.
- Oh, that's ingenious.
Oh, I wish I'd thought of that.
- Thank you.
- Uh, and here you are, sir.
- Oh, you didn't have to get everyone a gift, higgins.
Besides, the killer's already been caught.
- Oh! Well, I know that, sir,
But it was too late to return them.
- Much appreciated. - A scalpel. Ha.
Your husband's an infinitely practical man.
- I should say.
When we were courting, he gave me a bullet extractor.
(laughing) - you never know.
- Oh, william. This one's for you.
- Oh, are you sure? I've just received a toasting...
Thank you. ...Device.
- I believe this one is from santa.
- Santa?
Oh. It's a bandalore!
I've always wanted one of these.
Julia, how could you have known...
- I think santa might have finally got your letter.
- Thank you. - All right, everyone.
I'd say we can do a little bit better
Than that silly christmas concert.
Can't we, george? - Yes, indeed we can.
(soft piano music)
♪ god rest ye merry gentlemen ♪
♪ let nothing you dismay ♪
♪ remember christ our saviour was born on christmas day ♪
♪ to save us all from satan's power ♪
♪ and we were led astray ♪
♪ oh tidings of comfort and joy ♪
♪ comfort and joy ♪
♪ oh tidings of comfort and joy ♪♪
(laughing)
(♪♪)
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