♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪
♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪
♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪
♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪
♪ Fa la la, la la la, la la la ♪
♪ Troll the ancient Yuletide carol ♪
♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪
♪ Heedless of the wind and weather ♪
♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪
Yes, yes, yes... Very good.
Very merry indeed.
And I have good news for you fellows.
It appears our taciturn accountant, Mr. Peters,
was not sufficiently taciturn in matters regarding bonuses
this year.
As you all know, every year
we have a feast aboard this train to celebrate Christmas
and take stock of the year past.
And this has been an exceptional year.
The Great Fire destroyed more than one hundred
buildings in this fair city. A devastation to be sure.
But a city made of bricks
needed bricks to rebuild, and we...
supplied them.
Armbruster
secured the rights to the clay pits of the north
while the fire still raged.
There was talk of labour disruption, but Levine...
Levine sure put an end to that!
You all right, boy?
Yeah.
Just give me a moment.
You shouldn't be working with a cough like that.
I have to.
Young man shouldn't have to work himself to death.
What?
I thought I heard something.
So, as you take your places at the banquet table in the next car,
you will each of you find a token of my appreciation.
Thank you, gentlemen.
- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!
Let's eat!
What?!
Our bonuses.
William?
What is this?
Open it.
But Christmas is four days away.
- That it is. - So why are you giving me a present now?
Over the next four days,
you'll be receiving four small gifts,
each of them representing a clue
as to the gift you'll receive at Christmas.
A Christmas mystery?
- How fun! - Isn't it?
Aw, a beagle.
Are you getting us a dog?
Can we even keep one in the hotel?
No. No dog. But...
Well, I suppose you'll just have to wait for the next clue.
Or perhaps I could loosen your tongue.
Is no one gonna help me trim the tree?
Why do they call it trimming? If anything, you're adding to it.
It's an expression, Higgins.
It's like dusting a shelf,
you're not actually adding dust to it.
I know, I've always thought it should be undust.
Well, it is dusting, and it is trimming,
and right now I'm the only one who's doing it.
And a heck of a good job you're doing, Jackson.
Although there's a bare patch right there.
Ah, brilliant, good man!
Well, it's arrived, lads. Four days before Christmas,
but better late than never.
May I introduce my latest novel?
It's all just pictures.
This is a literary innovation, Henry.
It's a novel that you can read in half an hour.
A man like yourself should appreciate such a thing.
- Is this one of your Jumping Jack books? - Yes.
- But I'm considering renaming him. - Why?
Well, because Jackson, he does more than jump.
In this installment, he has all manner of devices.
He has a rotorized aeropack that allows him to fly,
he has wheels on his shoes which allow him to move quick as a flash.
- But he still jumps. - Oh yes, absolutely.
So why don't you call him Jumping Jack Flash?
Because that would be ridiculous.
- Oh, for God's sake! - Oh lads, it's the Inspector.
Look busy. You know what he's like at Christmastime.
- I'm... I'm sorry, sir... - Ah-ah-ah!
In my office, Jackson. Sharpish.
- Shut the door. - Sir.
How long have you been working on that tree, Jackson?
Most of the morning, sir.
And during that time,
what have your fellow constables been doing?
- They've been working, sir. - What does that tell you, Jackson?
That I should get back to doing my work. I'm sorry, sir.
Never mind your sorries.
It's your fellow constables who should be apologizing.
Sir?
Are you and I the only ones who give a toss about Christmas anymore?
- I thought you hated Christmas. - Hate it? I love it!
Unlike that lot. Look at them.
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?
Well, it's the snow, sir.
- Or lack of it. - It's bloody cold enough.
Well, cold is just cold, but snow is magical.
Without it, people forget it's Christmas.
They buy their presents, they go to their parties,
- but there's no cheer. - We're putting an end to that.
We'll stuff some Christmas cheer into them
- whether they like it or not. - Sir?
We're forming a choir. I'm putting you in charge.
- You can sing, can't you? - And how!
Right, listen up, you lot.
We're forming a Christmas choir.
And Jackson is in charge. Murdoch. You're in.
- Oh, I'm afraid I don't sing, sir. - Don't sing?
Everybody bloody sings,
- even if they aren't any good at it. - Who's in charge here?
I am. State your names and business.
- I'm Lance Henderson. - Ooh! The Ice King!
- In the flesh. - And I'm Marlin Edwards,
otherwise known as The Brick King.
Nobody calls you The Brick King.
Well, what can we do for you gentlemen?
I am the victim of a robbery.
What was stolen?
A train.
The engine and dining car ended up
in a siding near Stouffville.
That's ten miles from where we were stranded.
Left us out in the woods in the middle of the night.
We could have perished.
He was forced to request that I pick him up in my motor car.
And you are?
Morton Witsel. I'm the engineer.
- Stephen Taylor, coal boy. - They're gone.
Six gold watches worth over two hundred dollars.
- In total? - Each.
They were gifts for my executive team.
It costs you that much to keep people in your employ?
So what happened?
We don't know, sir.
We brought the train back as soon as we woke up.
You fell asleep?
Both of you?
- While my train was being robbed. - Just a moment.
I find it highly unlikely that the two of them
fell asleep at the exact same time.
You're right.
- They were in on it. - Oh...
Well, arrest them!
We decide who gets arrested.
Lock 'em up and throw away the key, right, Edwards?
What's the last thing you remember prior to falling asleep?
Uh, there was a sound on the roof.
And the next thing, we were waking up on a siding
- with a pounding headache. - Right.
Sir,
I've found something.
Here we are, my good man.
Issue number two. One hundred copies.
Fresh off the presses just in time for Christmas.
Don't want them. Can't sell the ones I've got.
You told me you sold all but six.
I said I've sold all of six.
Well, perhaps you should feature them more prominently.
I mean, people are not gonna buy what they can't see.
I've had them on display for three days.
All they did was take up space.
Here are the other ninety-four.
Well, what am I supposed to do with all these?
Burn them to stay warm.
Very funny.
Is the new issue of Jumping Jack out yet?
Yes, as a matter of fact it is, young lady.
I've got some copies right here.
See? People are interested in Jumping Jack.
Here you go.
It's your lucky day.
He's got a whole bunch of new devices in there.
I love his devices!
Are you the author?
Yes indeed, I am. George Crabtree.
Vicky Parsons.
Are you the artist, too?
No, I can't say I possess that particular gift.
The illustrations are done by my partner, Mr. Heckenbush.
But all these ideas are mine.
How much for a signed copy?
Consider it a Christmas gift.
Although, my pen is broken. Overuse, I suppose. Do you...
"To Vicky Parsons.
My first fan."
There you are.
Merry Christmas.
Mistletoe. Penny a sprig.
Oh!
I would love a sprig.
Thank you.
It's her.
Two hundred dollars for a watch.
Well, you know what they say, time is money.
Hm! Have a look at these, sir.
I believe these would explain what I saw on the roof of the train.
They're footprints.
Footprints? Even though they're round?
These suction cups would explain that.
So what did he do?
Jump off a bridge onto the roof of a train?
Moving at forty miles an hour?
So unless he was traveling
- at the same rate of speed... - He would have gone arse over elbow.
Hm?
He would have tumbled violently.
Exactly.
Which leaves us with the question: How did he do it?
Don't worry about the how of it, Murdoch.
Just get to the who.
Yes?
Thank you.
There's been another robbery.
Mr. Osmond was coming in for a meeting at 2:30
and Mr. Henderson likes to look at the file first,
so I put it on his desk at 2:15.
They don't need to know all that, Miss Nelson.
I believe she's explaining what she was doing
in your office at that time.
- I was, yes. - And the gifts were all still there?
- What are we talking about here? - Cufflinks and bracelets.
Gifts for my upcoming banquet.
They were stacked on the table,
- and when I came back in again at 2:30... - They were all gone.
And you're certain you were at your desk the entire time?
Mr. Henderson is very strict about my hours.
I never leave the office.
Sir,
this air duct is certainly large enough
for a man to crawl through.
Where does it lead?
It comes from the basement.
It's all part of my air cooling system for the summer.
A huge fan blows air past blocks of ice and
up into my office.
That's ingenious.
Well, I am The Ice King, after all.
Do you think the thief accessed the room through there?
Possibly. But someone would have to have
passed the gifts up to him.
It wasn't me.
What do you think?
Well sir, if she was involved,
why implicate herself
by negating the possibility of theft from the outside
when she stated that she was at her desk the entire time?
Miss Nelson, how could you?
Inspector, arrest this woman.
The constabulary decides who, why, and when
someone is arrested, Mr. Henderson.
- So you're not going to arrest her? - No.
Very well, then.
Miss Nelson, you're fired.
Ten years of loyal service
and not even the benefit of doubt?
Good God, Lance. It's four days before Christmas.
- You can't fire her. - I'm a close personal friend
of the mayor, Inspector.
I wouldn't be worried about her job.
I'd be worried about yours.
Show these gentlemen out,
and when you reach the front door, keep going.
I trust you can find your own way out.
First Mr. Edwards, now Mr. Henderson.
Do you think the cases are linked?
They could be.
Both of the victims knew each other.
And the stolen items were high-value, intended as gifts.
Well, you heard the man, Murdoch,
we'd better find the thief or we'll lose our jobs.
Gentlemen, who here does not know
the good King Wenceslas?
What kind of name is Wenceslas?
- He sounds like a foreigner. - I don't know, Henry.
He was a king. He was good.
Now, we're going to sing this in the key of G.
That's your note. Everybody ready?
One, two, three, four.
♪ Good King Wenceslas looked down ♪
♪ On the feast of Stephen ♪
Lads, lads, lads, that's enough. That's enough.
Good God, Jackson!
In my office.
Yes, sir.
Keep practicing.
- Wenceslas... - Wenceslas... Wenceslas?
Wenceslas. Wenceslas?
Sir?
Jackson, that was awful.
Sounded like the cat's bloody choir.
We've only just begun, sir.
- With a little practice... - That may be.
But not in my station house.
Not while there are people around with ears.
Then where, sir?
Bloody hell... I don't know, but get better, and quick.
You're representing Station House Number Four, remember.
Is there something you'd like to tell me, Thomas?
Not particularly, no.
There was over fifty dollars in this jar yesterday.
I've put it to good use.
Oh Thomas, not another investment scheme.
As a matter of fact, no.
For you and the boys. All of it.
Is this from Eaton's Luxury Department?
I thought it was time you had something nice.
Oh, Thomas!
And I thought you hated Christmas.
Why does everyone think I hate Christmas?
I bloody love it!
Hey, you!
- My packet! - I really don't understand
why all the eligible young women are so busy at Christmas.
Well, they probably got family they wanna spend time with, Higgins.
Or friends, even. I mean,
that's what Christmas is about.
Why is Jackson so desperate for snow?
Because, Higgins, when the snow comes,
that's when sleigh bells start ringing and treetops glisten.
And it brings the slush and muck and ice.
I said unhand it, you thief!
Give me it back! You're crushing the box!
Hey! What's going on?
- He stole my package. - You're ruining the box!
That's enough! Man, let go.
Both of you. Come with us.
Gentlemen, there is a simple way to determine
who the rightful owner is.
- What was in your package, sir? - Higgins...
It was a fur coat from Eaton's Luxury Department.
And yours, sir?
A fur coat from Eaton's Luxury Department.
Well, of course he would say that!
You should have asked him first.
Higgins, you're supposed to ask them separately.
Oh.
Right then, sir, what colour was yours?
- It was brown. - And yours?
White.
In fact, it was one of a kind.
Only the best for my wife.
Right. Let's have a look.
- Ha, ha, ha! - But...
that's impossible!
How did it disappear into thin air?
Ahem!
Mr. Heckenbush!
- Six copies? - You heard.
Yes, I most certainly did.
I was hoping sales would be better.
Yes, as was I.
I was relying on them to pay for Christmas gifts for my family.
Well, I paid for the printing.
- You didn't actually lose anything. - I lost time.
Each of those illustrations took me an hour.
To say nothing of those ridiculous devices.
You didn't need to design each one so that it actually worked.
If you're not going to be bound by the laws of science,
then you might as well have your hero fly.
Or melt things with his eyes
like some kindof superhuman being.
I like the idea of that.
We could call him Superman... Super...
Superhuman Man.
Call him what you want.
This partnership is over.
Three stones. Red, blue, and yellow.
- I assume the colour is important. - Of course.
They're all primary colours.
- So they are. - That's not a clue?
Not in itself.
So it has nothing to do with the fact that they're primary colours.
It may or it may not.
But I applaud your efforts thus far, Julia.
Oh, don't you worry,
I will solve this mystery before Christmas.
Mistletoe for sale.
Oh, I actually have one already, but thank you.
It's free.
Now how are you going to make money if you give them away?
- It's only free for you. - It's a present.
Oh! Well, thank you.
I'll make sure we put it to good use.
William.
And I have a present for you also.
- Four dollars?! - Thank you, sir!
- Four dollars? - I didn't have anything smaller.
Didn't I tell you?
It's her.
♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪
♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪
♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪
- ♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪ - Oh!
Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was here.
That was lovely, Miss James.
It's the tiles. They make the sound fuller.
Huh! The tiles.
You know, the Station Four Christmas Choir
is looking for a rehearsal space.
It's the Inspector's number one priority.
I'm in a choir myself.
- I'd love to hear you. - That would be wonderful.
That's for you.
I really thought the world was ready for a true hero, Henry.
A man of science. A man of action.
Perhaps the world isn't ready to spend two cents
on a book you can read in half an hour.
Do you think that's why it's not selling?
No, I think it isn't selling because it's ridiculous.
How would you know? You've never read it!
Help! Help! Police!
Police!
I was robbed!
What's been stolen, ma'am?
A gift-wrapped brooch.
It was sitting right here on this pile of presents
and he reached down from the roof and he took it.
- Who's he? - The thief!
The man on the roof.
Ma'am, that roof is thirty feet tall.
How could he reach down and take something?
- Well, he did. - That's impossible.
- Are you calling me a liar? - It is a troubling assertion, ma'am.
There he is! Hurry!
Hey, you! Stop!
Higgins, you head him off!
Toronto Constabulary! Stop there!
Sweet mother of...
How did he get away?
- He jumped. - What?
Like your Jumping Jack?
Yes, Higgins.
Exactly like that.
- Thirty feet? - Sir, I'm telling you
- he jumped to a second-story railing? - Higgins?
I didn't see it, sir.
Well, I did, and I'm telling you, it was effortless.
He did it in a single bound.
George, there's no shame in losing a man.
Sirs, I'm not exaggerating.
How did a mere mortal do something
that an Olympian couldn't manage?
- Well, Higgins and I have a theory. - It's not MY theory, sir.
- Go ahead, George. - Well,
I believe my fictional hero may have come to life.
- Your what? - Jumping Jack, sir.
He has devices that enable him to do such things,
including springs loaded in his boots.
So he decided to spring off the page into the real world.
Yes, what have you, Jackson?
I've talked with the other stations, sir.
They all report thefts of gift-wrapped parcels
from Eaton's Luxury Department.
Clearly, the thief is after high-value gifts.
Their distinctive wrapping would make them easy to target.
- Any descriptions? - No, sir.
They said the thief was quick.
- He could have used the extend-o-arm. - Yes!
I thought you said you hadn't read them.
- I looked at the pictures. - The what?
The extend-o-arm, sir.
Page seventeen.
- Jumping Jack can use it to... - Enough, Crabtree.
It is not your Jumping Bloody Jack.
If these things are being stolen, they're being fenced.
- Get the word out to the pawn shops. - Yes, sir. Also,
it's possible the thief witnessed
the victims purchasing their items from Eaton's.
Right.
Crabtree, head down to Eaton's.
- See if they've noticed any loiterers. - Sir.
Sir.
Miss Parsons.
- You work here. - Yes.
Are you here to shop?
I'm here on police business, actually.
There's been a number of
quite puzzling thefts which
suggest that,
this is just a theory, mind you, but they suggest that
Jumping Jack may be responsible.
Jumping Jack.
How?
It would appear somebody is using his devices.
Those devices work?
- That's amazing. - You remember I mentioned my illustrator.
He's an engineer by training,
and he insisted that all of the devices be
actually feasible.
So your creation has come to life.
So it would seem.
Is he stealing from this store?
He's stealing from people who shop at this store.
This very department, actually,
not to put too fine a point on it.
That's so exciting.
Well, it would be, except...
I feel like I'm responsible for a crime wave.
Now remember, men, we are here
at the sufferance of Miss James.
Thank you, Miss James.
This is not the bullpen,
so watch your language and no horsing around.
Are we ready?
One, two, three, four...
♪ Good King Wenceslas ♪
♪ Looked down on the feast ♪
♪ Of Stephen ♪
♪ When the snow lay roundabout ♪
- ♪ Deep and crisp and even... ♪ - Stop!
- Please stop. - We're terrible, I know.
No, no.
No, it's just...
Yes, you're terrible.
Are you even singing the same song?
Miss James, we have three days until Christmas.
Can you help us?
- I don't know. - Please.
The Inspector will have my hide.
I'll try.
But you have to do exactly what I tell you to do.
Anything.
Sir. Nobody at Eaton's reports seeing anybody
matching Jumping Jack's description.
Maybe he went in disguise.
Are you having me on, sir?
I don't know, George.
I found this in the alley where you saw the man
jump over the wagon.
Sir, this looks like part of the grabber
at the end of Jumping Jack's extend-o-arm.
Are you taking my theory into consideration, sir?
Right now, I'm pursuing all avenues of investigation.
Stop! Thief!
Wha... ? Stop! Police!
Stop! You're under arrest!
Sir.
It's the rotorized aeropack!
Oh my God, it actually works!
This is no cause for celebration, George.
George is right, sir.
The thief is using devices to enhance his abilities.
This reprobate has stolen Christmas
- right from under our very noses. - It's all my fault.
If it wasn't for my rampant imagination
and fantastical literary prowess,
Jumping Jack wouldn't exist,
and this criminal wouldn't be inspired to reach
- even greater heights of enterprise. - Literally.
Crabtree, you needn't go that far.
Well sir, don't you see? I created this monster.
I might as well be committing these robberies with my own two hands.
Oh, is that so?
Shall I prepare a cell for you, then?
Crabtree, no one even bought your little picture book.
I'll have you know I sold six copies of the first issue.
Admittedly none of the second, but...
sirs!
The rotorized aeropack
only appears in the second issue.
- So what? - So,
there's only one person who has that issue.
May I just ask...
why exactly am I here?
You've read Constable Crabtree's illustrated novel.
Both of them.
Several times. Have you?
You really should.
What do you know of the inventions
that Jumping Jack uses?
Well, the extend-o-arm would come in handy
because I'm always dropping things,
but I believe I am partial to the magnifying spectacles.
What about the rotorized aeropack?
Oh, yes.
Constable Crabtree says it could work,
but I'm not sure I believe him.
I mean, if it did, wouldn't we all be flying around already?
I'm finding it hard to believe that this little girl
is the one we're looking for.
I'm not little.
I'm sixteen.
I mean, how could she have built the aeropack?
She only got the picture novel yesterday.
Wait. Someone built it?
Are you saying it actually works?
Is it here?
Can I see it?
Miss Parsons, just
- tell us where you were during the robberies. - Sir?
Another robbery.
So, would you like us to just start from the beginning?
There won't be any singing today.
No singing?
Then what are we doing here?
You have to learn how to walk before you can run, Constable.
Well, I can do both, Miss James,
but what does either have to do with singing?
First,
we're going to learn how the body makes sound.
And then we're gonna work on harnessing that sound.
Let's begin, gentlemen.
The muscles of the jaw and throat.
We're going to practice some of those exercises.
Ahem!
Mmm-eee...
Mmm-ahh...
Now down the scales meowing.
Mee-oww, mee-oww, mee-oww,
mee-oww, mee-oww, mee-oww,
mee-oww, mee-oww...
Let the sound come directly from your diaphragm.
Mee-oww...
Oww... Oh, ho, ho!
Amazing! Wow.
I think that's enough for today.
But we haven't even done anything.
On the contrary, I think we made some great strides.
Now, practice your exercises.
I'll know if you don't.
Ahh... Mee-oww, mee-oww...
Just excuse me a minute.
The Mayor's bloody sister was robbed.
Only in town for Christmas.
Oh, that must have been an unpleasant conversation.
What was stolen?
A diamond bracelet, meant as a gift for a baby.
A diamond bracelet for a baby?
Every once in a while
the rich get what they deserve, if you ask me.
So we can let Miss Parsons go, given the fact
that we were both with her at the time of the robbery.
She's obviously not our thief.
Sir, Miss Parsons isn't the only person
privy to the idea of the "rotorized aeropack."
Yes, of course I have technical knowledge.
I am an engineer by training,
for which Mr. Crabtree should be eternally grateful.
Because you knew which of the inventions would work.
Precisely. I was able to force a smidgen of reality
into what was otherwise nothing but fanciful nonsense.
Are you telling us that every invention in this picture book
- can work? - Theoretically,
although of course Mr. Crabtree refused to acknowledge
the limits of the capacitors that powered the devices.
He had Jack flying all over town,
when in reality he'd barely make it two city blocks
before plummeting to his death.
But yes, we have the
technology to build the components of each device.
- Did you build them? - Hardly.
It was costly enough to illustrate the schematics.
Who else may have seen your drawings?
I don't know. Any number of people.
The printer, the typesetter, the delivery boy,
- the postman, the grocer, the... - Write down everyone
who might have seen your drawings.
You mean my illustrations.
- Your illustrations. - Illustrations.
Mr. Crabtree.
Thank you kindly, sir.
- That was quite an adventure. - I'm sorry for all of that.
Oh no, don't be.
Wait until I tell everyone the police thought I was Jumping Jack.
Me!
How did you even come up with Jumping Jack?
I'm sure that wouldn't be of any interest to you.
Of course it would!
I'm so jealous of people with imagination.
Well, to tell you the truth,
I based him on Detective Murdoch.
Really?
Well, Detective Murdoch always seeks justice.
And he invents things. I thought I would take those two qualities
and combine them into one extraordinary man. Call him a...
supreme hero, if you will.
- He must be flattered. - He doesn't know,
and I'm happy to keep it that way, now that Jumping Jack has
inspired a real life thief.
Thomas, what are you doing?
Those cookies are meant for Christmas Day.
I could say the same to you, Margaret.
I know, I know.
They're all going under the tree.
But, oh, I just couldn't help myself.
I'm normally the one who buys all the presents,
and I'm just dying to know what's in all these lovely boxes.
You'll just have to wait until Christmas.
Even to unwrap this little beauty?
There's something else I'd much rather unwrap.
Ooh!
Ooh! I'll get the lights.
Oh... Are you sure we need them this year?
Well, I suppose not.
Did you not like them?
I thought they added an air of festivity to all of this...
William, I'm just teasing. I brought them up.
Oh.
Where are they?
Well, perhaps I'll tell you where they are
when I get my next present.
Oh, well then.
Perhaps the lights can wait.
William.
A ring of three colours and a beagle?
I don't understand the connection.
Julia, where's the fun if it's too easy?
- You're tormenting me, William. - Am I?
Yes. You have me completely baffled.
Oh...
Then I guess you'll just have to wait for tomorrow's gift.
What if I don't want to wait? William!
Thank you, sir.
William?
Hello?
Be careful, she's a queen.
She's not wearing the dress.
She can't wear it all the time.
You're the children selling mistletoe.
- I'm Rosie. - I'm Davey.
You left the white stones?
- Why am I here? - You're the Snow Queen.
We know it's you.
Oh! It does look like me.
Don't worry,
we won't tell anyone.
We need you to save Christmas.
That sounds like a desperate situation.
How can I help?
Only the Snow Queen can take the ice shard
out of our brother Stephen's heart.
It's in the story.
A shard of ice is put into a boy's heart and he becomes sad.
So your brother Stephen is sad?
Well,
I'll see what I can do.
But first, I need you to do something for me.
Of course.
And this task is of the utmost importance.
And then we open our presents one by one.
Given that there are eleven of us in the family,
it does take some time, so we draw lots
to see who gets to pick the first one.
That takes up the first part of the morning.
Why are you telling me this?
You did ask about our Christmas.
It was my first mistake.
After we open all the presents, the entire family
goes for a winter walk.
Of course, it won't be the same without snow.
- So I've heard. - And upon our return,
we all break into my sister's fantastic plum pudding.
- You have a sister? - I do.
- Is she... - Don't even think of it, Henry.
Why not?
I am a decent sort. Why does everyone think that I'm not?
- You should introduce me. - I don't want you leering at my sister.
Not on Christmas.
How about after Christmas?
A little New Year's surprise...
Arrest this scoundrel.
What did he do?
He accosted me.
Really? How?
He grabbed my coat.
He's likely just hungry.
Why don't you run down to the Salvation Army, hm?
They'll give you a meal and a bed. Sound good?
All right, run along.
But he soiled my coat.
It's the only white fur in the whole of Toronto!
From Eaton's?
Why, yes. How did you know?
Mrs. Blackwood.
- Tell us about your coat. - Oh!
It's one of a kind.
Yes. I meant how did you come to own it?
I purchased it, of course. Just yesterday.
- From whom? - From Mr. Eaton's.
The Luxury Department.
This coat was purchased two days ago
and I have reason to believe that it had been returned
two days prior to that.
I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I have
customers to attend to, so...
And I am conducting a police investigation, Mr...
- Fields. - Mr. Fields.
The longer you take to help me,
the more inclined I will be to tell Mrs. Blackwood
that the purchase she made had in fact
been purchased by someone else before.
Now, how happy do you think she will be to find out
that she has purchased used goods?
Fine.
Give me the receipt.
Uh...
Here it is.
The coat was returned the day before yesterday.
Now, I trust Mrs. Blackwood
need not know this. Thank you. Now,
- if you don't mind... - What was the amount refunded,
Mr. Fields?
Uh...
There was no money paid out.
It was exchanged for fifty wool coats,
deeply discounted
- due to a manufacturing defect. - Fifty?
What was the defect?
Uh...
Black coats affixed with
brown collars,
if you can imagine such a thing.
Did the exchanger leave a name?
Of course.
It was signed for by a Mr. J. Jack.
Just sign it.
I can't sign your insurance claim, Mr. Henderson.
The case is still open.
We may yet recover your stolen goods.
You know, it's dreadfully amusing,
this steadfast belief in your own competence.
Just sign pages one and three.
Need I remind you that I know people,
- important people... - Alright, that's enough.
Thomas! Thomas!
We've been robbed!
All the beautiful presents from under the tree!
- Every last one! - You poor woman.
I know exactly what you're going through. Sit.
Chair.
You. Tea for this lovely distressed lady.
- Now. - Oh!
- Why, thank you, Mr... - Henderson.
You may have seen my signs.
- The Ice King of Toronto? - Oh my. Oh yes. Of course.
- It's an honour to meet you. - And I you,
despite the trying circumstances.
I know how you feel, my dear.
Thank you, Mr. Henderson. I believe you were just leaving.
- Margaret, there's no need to... - Hush, Thomas. Can't you see?
Only the crème de la crème of Toronto have been robbed.
And now we can count ourselves among them!
Margaret...
I should like to give a statement for the record.
Yes, you must.
Jackson.
Take my wife's statement.
What if he doesn't come?
He'll come.
Are you Detective Murdoch?
I am.
What can I do for you two?
The Snow Queen wants you to know she's safe.
And who is the Snow Queen?
She said you would know.
Oh,
right.
And how did you know to ask for me?
She told us to look for the handsome man
who gave us four dollars.
Right.
You really married the Snow Queen?
Yes, I did.
So if you're married to her,
you must be a king.
Well, I certainly feel that way sometimes.
Are you magic, too?
Can you make it snow for Christmas?
We can only ask for one thing, Davey.
Uh...
Just where is the Snow Queen now?
Hello.
Come on and get warm by the fire.
William.
I didn't mean for them to bring you back.
It's all right. I wanted to see the Snow Queen for myself.
Oh, thank you.
- Julia, are you all right? - Yes. Well,
I arrived here in a rather unorthodox way, but
I think the children obviously need my help.
With what?
- No parents? - I don't know.
They seem to be worried about their brother.
I'm going to stay and talk to him when he gets back.
All right. If you're sure.
I'll be fine.
- And that's it. - You're finally finished?
I am.
And now I'm off to tell Verna Jones all about it.
Robbed by Jumping Jack! Ooh!
She is going to be green with envy.
- Jackson. - Here it is, sir.
All nine pages of Mrs. Brackenreid's statement.
Rip it up.
Rip it up?
We weren't robbed.
I hid the gifts in the attic
so my nosey wife wouldn't ruin the surprise.
Why didn't you just tell her so, sir?
I considered it.
But then I thought...
all Margaret has ever wanted to be
was a part of Toronto society.
Letting her think we were robbed
is the best gift I could ever give her.
That was the mayor on the phone.
If we don't catch this Jumping Jack character,
- it really will be all our jobs. - Sir, I wish you wouldn't call him that.
What do you want me to call him, Crabtree?
- It's the name he uses. - It's stolen, along with everything else.
Well, we know the thief has been returning the stolen gifts
to Eaton's department store and exchanging them for other goods.
- Why not just take the money? - That's a very good question.
The records indicate that all of the stolen gifts
have been returned save for Mr. Edwards' watches
and this most recent theft.
The baby diamond bracelet.
So Jumping Jack has more returns to make.
We'll post men inside and out. Murdoch,
you take the Desk. The Constable choir can block the entrance.
Sir, I'll pose as a customer.
I'd like to be there when they catch the menace I created.
- Fine. - Thomas!
The most incredible thing has happened...
- Don't tell me you found the presents? - What?
Of course not.
We've been invited by Lance Henderson himself
to the event of the season.
The Ice King's Winter Banquet
at The Aberdeen Club!
It's a Christmas miracle!
♪ On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me ♪
♪ A partridge in a pear tree ♪
♪ On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me ♪
♪ Two turtle doves and a partridge ♪
♪ In a pear tree ♪
♪ On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me ♪
♪ Three French hens, two turtle doves ♪
♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪
They can help you over there.
Could I see that pen at the top there?
Certainly, sir.
It's the latest self-filling fountain pen.
And quite lovely.
That's something else.
How much does it cost?
Fifteen dollars, sir.
That's the most expensive pen I've ever seen. I couldn't...
It is also the most beautiful pen I've ever seen.
George,
you are here to work.
I'm going to take it.
Will you wrap it up in some of that special paper?
Of course.
Excellent, thank you.
I just want you to know
that I think this is a ridiculous idea.
Well, your manager has agreed to it,
therefore I expect full cooperation from you.
What do I need to know?
We allow all items to be returned with a few exceptions...
those which are soiled, torn, damaged,
engraved, or altered in any way.
But, if it's fit for resale, we'll take it back.
Fairly straightforward.
I can take it from here. Thank you.
I want to return this for a full refund.
- This tin is half-empty, Madam. - Precisely.
I demand restitution.
The contents appear to have been eaten...
by you.
The evidence is all over your coat.
How dare you, sir!
I'll be reporting this to your superiors.
- Constable Crabtree? - Shh!
Miss Parsons,
I'm just supposed to be another customer.
Why are you pretending to be a customer?
Well, it's not just me.
You see Detective Murdoch over there
- at the Customer Service Desk? - Oh, goodness!
And with quite a queue at that.
Mr. Fields just takes the customers at their word.
I don't think it's in the Detective's nature to do that.
We're here to see...
We're here to see if we can catch Jumping Jack in the act.
- Jumping Jack? - Oi!
Quiet, the pair of ya.
You're gonna blow the lid off this whole thing the way you carry on.
Crabtree.
Interesting that a brand new camera
would have grains of rice inside the cover.
Your receipt indicates
that you also purchased one top hat
along with a roll of film,
yet you don't appear to be returning the roll of film.
Therefore I surmise that your only reason
for purchasing this camera was to photograph your own wedding
and are now attempting to return used merchandise
as new.
Murdoch...
Ho ho ho!
Look at this lineup.
I'm simply attempting to ascertain the veracity of their complaints.
The bulk of which appear to be less than valid.
Next, please.
- I would like to return an item, please. - Certainly, sir.
- May I see your receipt? - Uh...
I'm terribly sorry, sir.
Mr. Murdoch is a trainee and has yet to learn the subtleties
of customer service.
A child's diamond bracelet.
It appears to be in excellent condition.
Let me look up the price.
Ah! Here it is.
Would you like cash or an exchange?
Cash, please.
What a unique gift.
Why may I ask are you returning it?
- I have no use for it. - Ah.
That should be all of it. Would you like to count it?
After him!
♪ Four calling birds, three French hens ♪
- Stop! - ♪ Two turtle doves ♪
♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪
- You're under arrest. - For what?
For stealing Christmas.
Ho bloody ho.
Don't play dumb.
- Where are the rest of the stolen goods? - I beg your pardon?
We know you're the thief
masquerading as Jumping Jack.
Jack who?
My name is Stanley Garrity.
I've never stolen anything in my life.
Then explain how it is you came to be
in possession of this diamond bracelet?
It was left in a kettle.
What are you on about?
The Salvation Army donation kettles.
I work for the shelter on Parliament Street.
I'm there all hours at this time of year.
You can check.
When exactly was the bracelet donated?
The kettles are outside all night and day.
Sometime yesterday?
I'm sorry I can't be more specific.
Tell us,
why did you try to return it?
We are a charity.
We care for people's basic needs.
People who come to us don't need diamonds. They need
to be fed
and clothed
and that's that.
And the money from this diamond bracelet,
it would do these people a world of good.
I swear, I did not steal anything.
And Little Red Riding Hood
knew it wasn't her grandmother's voice.
Did you know her?
Oh yes.
She once loaned me her cape when it was cold out.
But then the wolf would have eaten you, too.
The wolf and I had an understanding.
He wouldn't eat me, and I wouldn't eat him.
Tell me about your brother.
He works on a train.
We all used to sleep in front of the fire,
but now he sleeps in a chair by himself.
- I see. - He won't even hug us anymore.
That's how we know there's ice in his heart.
Who are you?
- It's the Snow Queen. - Davey!
Go to bed,
in the other room, both of you.
It's alright. Do as your brother says.
Stephen, I'm Dr. Julia Ogden.
Your brother and sister seem worried about you.
Well, I'm sorry they dragged you down here with their silly ideas.
I'll deal with them.
You don't seem well.
No, don't touch me.
I think you should leave. I'm fine.
You're not fine.
And I'm not going to leave until you let me examine you.
For Rosie and Davey's sake. Now sit.
Where are your parents?
They died two years ago.
I've kept the three of us together.
It can't be easy taking care of a family.
Ah.
I'd like to take you to the hospital.
No. No, you're not taking me anywhere.
Just get out and leave us alone.
Not only has this criminal ruined my character forever,
but they've also ruined Christmas
- for any number of people. - So you've said.
Have you ever seen Jackson's sister?
Imagine, waiting for a present you've always wanted,
just to have it stolen. By my character!
You know what I'd like for a Christmas present this year, George?
- What? - For you to stop talking about Jumping Jack!
Higgins.
Look at that.
It's a couple of vagrants. What of them?
Look at the coats they're wearing.
Black wool and brown collars.
Those are Jumping Jack's coats!
Just where did you come upon these coats?
You're not getting them from us.
We don't want your coats.
We just need to know how they came into your possession.
Well,
we woke up one morning and there they were.
Sitting in a crate, with a Christmas card.
Here.
"A gift of warmth. Merry Christmas from Jumping Jack."
I guess Jumping Jack isn't just a thief.
- He's Robin Hood. - Robin Hood?
From Sheffield, contrary to popular belief.
Loxley, sir, Loxley.
Pumice.
It looks heavy, but it's actually quite light.
Is that a clue?
So what is the connection between volcanic rock,
a tricoloured ring, and a beagle?
I haven't the foggiest.
- There may be none. - William, you have to give me a hint.
No hints.
Not even for Her Majesty The Snow Queen.
Sedition.
I'm warning you,
- Her Majesty has hidden powers. - Oh, I know.
Julia, what about the children?
Should I send round a constable?
No. Not yet.
Let the Snow Queen handle it.
"All hail Toronto's Robin Hood."
Robbing from the rich and giving to the poor.
It's a romantic notion.
Yes, well, his heart may be in the right place, but
- we have to stop him. - Of course you do.
Meanwhile, the Snow Queen has research to do.
Oh.
I appreciate your time, Doctor.
Doctor Ogden, I didn't expect you.
I can see that.
Choir practice.
But I can cancel if it's going to...
No, no need. I have to visit a patient.
I think he has diphtheria.
Respiratory distress?
Some,
but no skin lesions.
- It's a good sign. - I've been researching the pathologic bacterium.
It seems time is of the essence if I'm to help him.
Good luck.
You too.
- Meow... - Lower.
- Meow... - There you go.
Two days left, gentlemen,
so let's give it another try.
♪ Good King Wenceslas looked down ♪
♪ On the feast of Stephen ♪
♪ When the snow lay roundabout ♪
♪ Deep and crisp and even... ♪
♪ Brightly shone... ♪
Oh my God.
Well, I can see you've given it your all, Miss James,
but there comes a time when you wave the white flag as it were,
and that time is now.
I'd like to finish this session.
Really?
Well,
I suppose it's your time to waste.
All the very best of British to ya.
All right.
From the beginning, shall we?
♪ Good King Wenceslas looked down ♪
♪ On the feast of Stephen ♪
♪ When the snow lay roundabout ♪
♪ Deep and crisp and even ♪
♪ Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost ♪
- ♪ Was cruel... ♪ - That's enough for today.
Thank you.
Constable Jackson.
- May I have a word with you? - Of course.
Gentlemen.
You and I want what's best for the choir.
And sometimes that means making difficult decisions.
- Of course. - If one voice is not in harmony with the others,
- it can throw off the whole choir. - Then he must go.
- Exactly. - Oof, I would hate to be that fellow.
It would ruin his whole Christmas.
So when are you gonna tell him?
Soon, I suppose.
Well, you let me know if you need help.
Poor fellow.
Why have you brought us here, Mr. Heckenbush?
I found this, this morning in one of the bins.
I recognized it immediately. It's the same principle
as the extend-o-arm.
Compressed air forces the nested sections outwards...
English, Mr. Heckenbush. Plain English.
The Mechanized Leg Extender.
I drew the specifications at Mr. Crabtree's insistence,
but I realized it would never support a man's weight.
Looks like I was right.
Are you saying that someone built this and chucked it in your dustbin?
Yes, but how did they know?
I refused to put it in the illustrated novel.
Do you keep your doors locked at night?
Not always, but there is nothing much worth stealing.
Well, then perhaps someone 'borrowed' one of your drawings.
And if this was discarded here,
then perhaps our Mr. Jack lives somewhere nearby.
I'll round up the constables.
If nothing else, it will give Miss James some respite.
Thank you.
My goodness.
Sirs!
The rotorized aeropack.
As I live and breathe...
This solves the mystery of how he was able to build to devices.
He did steal the schematics.
Murdoch.
Suction cups.
And look at this.
My extend-o-arms with grabber attachment.
I don't know what to say.
I'm amazed and disturbed in equal measure.
To see my vivid imagination
- made flesh, as it were... - Sir?
Mr. Edwards' stolen gold watches.
They're engraved, which would explain why
he hasn't been able to exchange them at Eaton's.
Sir, I would never condone robbery of any kind, but
is Jumping Jack not trying to
help people? Or at least
make some comment about excessive spending?
Once we catch him, you can ask him yourself.
This place is rented to a Mr. Robert Fields.
Fields?
The man in Customer Service
at Eaton's department store is a Mr. Fields.
Perhaps we've already met Mr. Jack.
Sir. Robert Fields is gone.
He left for lunch and didn't come back.
He must know we found his lair.
Perhaps we triggered some sort of warning device?
Alert all of the other station houses.
I want men down at the train station
- and extra patrols on the streets. - Right.
George, this illustrator of yours,
he's quite an ingenious fellow.
That may be, sir, but all the ideas were mine.
Well, ideas are one thing.
Execution is another altogether.
Sir.
All this...
This must really be like Christmas for you, isn't it?
Yes, I suppose it is.
Off you go then!
William,
the children are gone.
- Gone? - I went back to the cabin.
I was going to administer a treatment.
Stephen must be scared I was going to take them.
He's hiding them.
This is my fault. I should have let you...
- He's really sick, William. - It's all right, it's all right.
A sick boy, two small children,
they can't have gotten far. We'll find them.
Whoa.
Maybe we should wait for daylight.
Wait.
I think I see them.
Stephen?
Leave us alone.
- We don't need your help. - I believe you do.
There are people who want to help you.
No.
You're not taking them.
You can't care for them on your own.
Not in your condition.
If you take us,
we'll be separated.
And we're staying together. We're a family!
Stephen, I'm here because I want you to stay together.
I'm here because I want to make you better.
Stephen!
Stephen?
It's all right, you two, he'll be fine.
Are you warm enough?
Is that a magic potion?
Yes.
In a way.
A break-in. Just what we need.
Merry Bloody Christmas.
What did they take?
Sir, as far as we can tell, the only thing that's missing
is the prototype for the Sleeping Gas Ball.
What the hell is a Sleeping Gas Ball?
Well, sir, it was in my first book.
Jack used it when there was a room full of villains and he...
Enough, Crabtree.
Sleeping gas.
That's how he knocked out the train engineer and the coal boy.
But then why steal it back?
- Perhaps he plans to use it again. - Where?
Here you are, Thomas, your tuxedo,
pressed and ready.
Margaret, I don't have time for this.
Oh, you'll make time.
I am not missing The Ice King's Banquet.
The banquet.
That's the target!
- Margaret, you're brilliant. - Oh!
All the wealthy of Toronto together in one place.
It would be a perfect time to strike.
Except this time Mr. Jack will be jumping straight into a trap.
William, do you mind if I don't remain?
There's somewhere I should be, and
you'll be busy catching a thief.
Are you sure?
I am.
Now go.
Save Christmas.
I'll need a carriage to Henri's Restaurant.
Thomas, everything is so beautiful.
The portions are a bit stingy.
Oh, those are amuse-bouches to whet the appetite.
The dinner promises to be an extravaganza.
Rent that, did you?
No, sir, this is my own tuxedo.
Every gentleman should have one.
Mrs. Brackenreid, might I say you look lovely this evening.
- The belle of the ball. - Higgins, get back to work.
Sir.
Mrs. Brackenridge...
- Oh, uh... - Brackenreid.
Exactly.
I want this criminal caught
before he spoils the banquet.
I trust your men are in position.
They know the drill.
You've outdone yourself, Henderson.
That's a rare compliment coming from you, Edwards.
Though I never felt the need to spend money to make friends.
- Inspector. - Mr. Edwards.
Oh, Thomas, do remember:
cutlery use starts on the outside.
Margaret, do remember I am here on police business.
Excuse me.
Miss Nelson.
- You're working here now? - As you see, sir.
Excuse me, we're not supposed to converse with guests.
You seen who's here?
Mr. Henderson's former secretary.
- I'll have one of the lads keep an eye on her. - Sir.
Rosie, look!
She is the Snow Queen.
Hello, you two.
You.
How are you feeling?
Tired.
That's the medicine.
What's wrong with me?
I believe you have diphtheria.
- Is it contagious? - It is, yes.
Is that why you were keeping away from the children?
I knew I'd picked something up from a young lad
down at the rail yards.
He died last month.
Your illness is not fully developed, which is good.
They're giving you an antitoxin,
and there's a vaccine for the little ones.
Will he get better?
I believe he's already on the mend.
- Come on in. - Stephen, look...
It's roast chicken.
Your favourite.
I guess you are magic after all.
Mr. Henderson was so kind after we were robbed
by that dreadful Jumping Jack.
Yes, Lance is a lovely man,
if a little cold.
Cold, I didn't...
Oh, I get it, The Ice King.
That's very witty. I must tell my husband.
- And he is? - Thomas Brackenreid.
- The Police Inspector. - Oh, how charming.
Care for a drink, Mrs. Brackenreid?
Why not, Constable.
You're much more genteel than either of them.
Why thank you, Constable.
- Call me Henry. - Henry.
Anything to report, George?
Other than the taste of the food.
Nothing, sir.
So no sign of Jack, or the dinner.
Sir,
have you seen that young Miss Nelson recently?
Where in heaven's name is dinner?
Have the staff all fallen asleep?
Sirs!
The sleeping gas ball.
It's not the jewels that Jumping Jack was after.
It was the food.
He couldn't have gotten far.
I'll check the front door.
Crabtree, check out the back of the club.
Inspector, what the devil is going on?
I'd say the party's over, Henderson.
Oi, you!
You're under arrest, Jack.
- The extend-o-arm! - Not so fast, sunshine!
Rotorized aeropack!
Out of the way!
You're under arrest, Mr. Jack.
Take your mask off!
You too.
Miss Parsons?
Yes,
it's me.
But you were my number one fan.
Girl or not, she should be strung up.
- I want my gold watches! - You'll get your gold watches back,
but please give me a minute. I can't hear myself think.
Charges must be laid, Inspector.
- What is your hesitation... - Listen to me.
Jumping Jack is no master criminal.
- She's a simple shop girl. - We're not interested in who she is.
She deserves to be punished.
- We demand restitution. - You'll get your restitution!
Miss Parsons, Mr. Fields,
these are serious charges.
Don't blame Bob.
It was my idea.
It was both our ideas.
How did you come up with it?
Bob's my stepbrother.
He got me a job at Eaton's.
That's where it all started.
In the luxury department.
I saw the amount of money people were spending
on things they didn't need.
Some of them didn't even look at the price tags.
It's not right that so few get so much.
Then I read the Constable's picture novel.
We got inspired by Jack fighting for justice.
That's why I made the devices.
Creating them was no small feat, Mr. Fields.
Mr. Heckenbush did all the hard work.
It was easy to build from his specifications.
I suppose you committed the robbery
that exonerated your sister.
Just how did you expect that you would get away with this?
We never thought that far ahead.
It was just a bit of fun to bring some Christmas cheer to the needy.
We meant well.
Really.
We did.
Mr. Fields.
Come with me.
You'll be spending the night in the cells also, Miss Parsons.
I know you're upset with me, Constable,
but Jumping Jack would understand why I did it.
Jumping Jack fought for justice.
He didn't steal from people.
But don't you see?
A frivolous luxury for one person bought
shoes for a lot of children.
Then you'll be surprised to know I am that one person.
What do you mean?
I treated myself to a very expensive pen at Eaton's.
But that's different.
How?
If it's alright for me, Vicky,
how can you judge how other people spend their money?
What do you suggest we do?
Well, if it were up to that lot,
Jumping Jack and her brother would hang.
I've tried to convince them, but they insist the pair be prosecuted.
Sirs, you have to come see this.
- What is it? - For once, words fail me.
I don't know how to describe it. Come look.
Come!
Sirs, look.
They insist on giving them back.
Somebody tell me what's going on.
We're returning our coats.
If nothing's been stolen,
then you have to let Jumping Jack go.
I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that.
You'll have to tell that to the others.
- Sir... - Bloody hell.
You people are wasting your time.
The law has been broken and the culprits must be punished.
That's how justice works.
Not any justice I know of, mister.
Just go home.
- All of you. - Just wait one minute, Henderson.
We have something.
It's Rosie and Davey, William.
Now will you let Jack go?
Jack meant no harm. He was just being kind.
This foolishness changes nothing. The charges stand.
Detective, take those thieves to the Don Jail.
No.
No, I won't.
Have my badge if you must.
Very well.
- Inspector? - I'm sorry, Edwards.
But there'll be no children going barefoot on my watch.
This is ridiculous.
Vicky Parsons in a jail cell is ridiculous.
It seems the stolen goods have been returned.
I say we drop the charges.
Good God, man, I don't want fifty wool coats,
- I want my fur coat back. - You can afford another one, can't you?
Of course I can. That's hardly the point.
I think that's exactly the point.
We can afford to treat ourselves
and be generous.
We should be thanking Miss Jumping Jack
for opening our hearts.
What say you, Mr. Edwards?
Well,
if the Constabulary to a man is willing to put their jobs on the line,
I stand with you, Mr. Henderson.
I'm not happy about this.
No surprise there, Xavier.
You're not happy about anything.
What of the rest of you?
Will you stand with Mr. Henderson
and Mr. Edwards?
This is anarchy.
No, it's not.
It's Christmas.
I declare all charges dropped.
You two
must keep your shoes.
Did that coat keep you warm?
- Indeed, sir. - Then keep it.
With compliments of the season from Mr. Owens.
All of you.
You must keep what you've been given.
You heard the man.
And you better leave quick before this lot change their minds.
Well, it's a Christmas bloody miracle.
I better get home to the wife.
- Indeed. Merry Christmas, sir. - Merry Christmas, Murdoch.
Merry Christmas, Inspector, and all the best to the family.
Thank you, Doctor.
I'll be hearing about that bloody banquet all night long.
Yes, you will.
Sing loud, sing proud.
- Just listen to each other. - Basses to the right,
tenors to the left. Taller gentlemen in the back.
Miss James, Merry Christmas.
- There you are, Constable. - What's this?
It's me, isn't it? I'm the one who can't sing.
Not a stitch.
But the choir still needs you to lead them.
All right.
Thank you.
Will you join us for dinner, Constable?
That's if you can forgive us.
Please.
Well,
you two did quite a job in bringing Jumping Jack to life.
You know, a news agent has been in touch with me.
People are clamouring for copies.
And...
I think I have a pretty good idea
what the third issue is gonna be about.
Miss Nelson.
Can I persuade you to come back to work?
I'm at sixes and sevens without you.
And there will be a pay raise, of course.
Thank you, Mr. Henderson,
but I've accepted a position elsewhere.
May I ask where?
I'm joining the army.
- The Salvation Army. - Ah!
Well, I'll miss you,
though I applaud your choice.
Well, perhaps you can applaud a little louder. With a donation.
Absolutely.
And you can count on me
for a healthy monthly cheque from now on.
Well, it's not quite the banquet that you expected, Margaret,
but you are dining at The Aberdeen Club.
Yes, I am.
And look how much everyone is enjoying themselves.
Far more than stuck-up lot from earlier tonight.
Who wouldn't want to celebrate Christmas here?
That's the spirit, Margaret.
Though I did wonder about that one box...
- Which box? - Oh, you know.
The one with the Luxury Department store wrapping.
You mean that one?
For my best girl.
Hello, you three. Are you having fun?
Yes, Miss.
Thank you, Doctor Ogden.
I wish I could repay you.
Seeing all of you together is payment enough.
You there!
You're the lad from the train, aren't you?
Yes, sir.
Well, you don't work there anymore.
Sir?
I need an apprentice to learn the ice trade.
It means hard work
and long hours,
but you could make something of it.
Really?
Um, I'd be glad for that, sir.
No need for the "sir."
Just call me The Ice King.
The Ice King!
He's in your book!
Look, everyone.
What is that?
Your final clue.
Is it the earth?
0-90. Longitude and latitude?
Volcanic rock.
The Beagle...
The ship that Darwin sailed!
Red, yellow, blue...
is the flag of Ecuador!
Is it the Galapagos?
Well done, Julia!
William,
you bought me the Galapagos Islands?
Uh... not exactly,
but we will be joining Rollo Beck's
scientific expedition to the Islands.
We leave for California by train tomorrow morning.
Oh, William!
That is the most wonderful gift I could imagine.
- Thank you. - Merry Christmas, Julia.
Merry Christmas, William.
♪ Oh come all ye faithful ♪
♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪
What are you waiting for?
- You think I should? - Yes! Go, join them.
It is the police choir after all.
♪ Come and behold Him ♪
♪ Born the King of Angels ♪
♪ Oh come, let us adore him ♪
♪ Christ the Lord ♪
Snow! Snow!
Davey, did you...
I knew we could ask for more than just one thing.
♪ Lo, he abhors not ♪
♪ The Virgin's womb ♪
♪ Only begotten ♪
♪ Son of the Father ♪
♪ Oh come, let us adore him ♪
♪ Christ the Lord ♪
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