(swingy christmas music plays)
♪♪♪
♪ it's that time of year ♪ - thank you.
♪ when everybody's dancing ♪
♪♪♪
♪ the snow is falling down but we're warm inside ♪
- Thank you. - Thank you.
♪ by the candlelight ♪
♪ I see your eyes are talking ♪
♪ to me ♪
♪ and you'll be my christmas valentine ♪
(snowman whirs and buzzes)
♪ my christmas box is wrapped ♪
♪ in red and white with a bow ♪
- Thank you. - You're welcome
(tree rustles) ♪ I hear laughter ♪
♪ and the fire begins to glow ♪
♪ silver bells will ring when I kiss you
♪ under the mistletoe ♪
♪ and you'll always be my christmas valentine ♪
♪ though the years go by, ♪
♪ and yes, we're gettin' older ♪
(door clicks open) - hello!
(door thunks shut)
Sorry I'm late, my sour cream cut-outs
Took a little longer than usual.
Hello?
♪ and times we couldn't go on... ♪
(eerie music)
Hello?
♪ in my arms and feel your love ♪
Hello?
- Hey, man, we're not open.
Hello?!
Come on, man.
♪ like grains of sand ♪
♪ but I know where I'm gonna be ♪
♪ this christmas ♪
♪ I'll be right here with my christmas valentine ♪
- (echoey manic laughter)
♪♪♪
Woooooo!
(manic laughter)
(loud banging, manic laughter)
(echoey, high-pitched, screaming laughter)
♪ I know where I'm gonna be ♪
♪ this christmas ♪
(snowman whirs)
♪ I'll be right here ♪
♪ with my christmas ♪
♪ valentine ♪
♪♪♪
- (manic laughter)
♪ my christmas valentine ♪
- Oh my... (plate rattles)
Oh my god. (plate rattles)
(shakily) oh my god.
(echoey thump)
- (sickly groan)
- Oh my god... (cookies thud)
(plate clatters)
(howls wildly)
♪♪♪
- What're you-- it's clean.
- No, just-- - don't touch it.
- Can you not see the mustard there?
- You're gonna make it dirty. - Okay.
- You see this? This goes over here.
- (laughs) - yeah, just like that.
- What're you-- - just put the cutlery in here.
- Excuse me, no, we do not put cutlery in--
(cutlery clatters) - oh, nice one.
- Okay, it's, it's done. - All right.
Why are we settin' up so early? - I want to be stress free.
I wanna be eating cake
And fruit and turkey, I don't wanna be setting the table.
- Your mother hasn't even gone to work yet.
Ross: That's fine, she can go. Jenny: There it is.
- We can do this. - Okay, okay, sorry.
- I wanna eat and start drinkin'.
- All right. - Are you okay with sitting there?
- Perfect.
- (clears throat) wow, some little christmas elves
Come and set up while I was getting ready for work?
- Pfft! Yeah, that's what happened.
Both: (laughs) - matteo's coming?
- No, um... I thought I'd invite liam.
- Oh. - Right? Just 'cause you guys
Have been talking and...
You seem like you're happy.
- No, totally, I just um...
I don't know if we're quite there yet,
But thank you.
Uh, okay, I gotta get to work.
I love you guys. Hey, I love you guys.
I'll see you tonight, 'kay? - Love you, too.
All right, then.
Who's that for? - Oh, um...
I don't know, I just...
It's christmas.
(door closes)
- You made one for my peggy?
- I didn't wanna ambush mom, but...
I feel like we should be together
And you wanna see her. - Yeah.
- Right?
- No, you know, we should just keep it us three for this year,
I think that's better.
I mean, for your mom's sake. Let's just do it that way.
You're a good kid, ross.
(utensils clatter)
(indistinct police radio chatter)
- Um...
Every year,
John and ginny would host christmas eve brunch.
It was uh...
It was our tradition.
- Are you part of the family, flora?
- I've lived next door my entire life.
They're like my surrogate parents.
Donovan: Did you see anyone come or go this morning?
Any cars in the driveway?
- I was inside baking all morning.
- Did you hear any noises, any shouting?
- I had...
Mariah carey blaring on a loop.
(pen scratches) - I feel that.
- Uh, did the brownings ever mention to you
Anyone they had any conflict with?
- (emotional) no. They were...
Wonder...
Wonderful people.
I can't believe this happened at christmas.
(crying) they...
They really loved christmas.
(sobbing) I'm sorry.
(sniffling and sobbing)
(suit rustles)
(indistinct chatter over police radio)
Jenny: We've got ligature marks straight across the neck.
Under the adam's apple.
Petechiae on her face and eyes.
Scratching and bruising on her neck and jawline.
All things are consistent with ligature strangulation.
- So, it is what it looks like.
- What exactly do you think this looks like?
(whispers mantra)
Multiple stab wounds to the torso.
Judging by the blood volume loss
And the stab wound next to the heart,
I'd say exsanguination.
The entry wounds are...
Are covered in glitter.
(paper suit rustles) - (grunts)
- (exhales) whoa. - Yeah.
Neighbour said they were a perfect family.
- Yeah, well, we both know, there's no such thing.
- (chuckles) hey.
(donovan's phone rings)
Oh, it's the station. I gotta take this.
- Okay. - Hello?
(indistinct police chatter)
- What is this?
Man: What is going on here? Police: Uh, hi there, sir,
Why don't we just step aside. - No, no, no.
You don't understand, this is my parents' house, okay?
- I understand that, sir, but-- - no, no.
We're supposed to be having brunch right now.
I don't know why I-- - sir, please just calm down.
- Please, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not excited,
I just need to-- - uh, sorry, hey, hey.
It's okay. Hi, I got this.
I've got it, I've got it, thank you.
Hey. What's your name?
- Aaron browning.
- Browning. You're john and ginny browning's son?
- Yes. - Okay.
I'm uh... I'm sorry to tell you this,
But the police found your parents dead
Inside of the house this morning.
- (gasps)
Uh... Ah... What?!
- I'm really sorry for your loss,
But we can't let you inside right now.
(traffic rumbles nearby, police radio chatter)
- (exhales sharply) wha...
- (sighs)
- What about caleb?
Is he okay?
- I'm sorry, who's caleb?
- (whispering) christmas tree.
Officer: He's mha. No wallet, no id.
Donovan: It's all right, I think I know who he is.
Any weapons?
- No, but I did find this in his pocket.
(plastic rustles) - is that a christmas ornament?
- Mm-hmm.
(plastic rustles)
(footsteps thud)
- Hi, there. I'm detective mcavoy.
Is your name caleb browning?
- ♪ o, christmas tree ♪
♪ o, christmas tree ♪
♪ your branches mean... ♪ - caleb!
(shouts) caleb! (snaps fingers)
(handcuffs jingle) - what?
- Do you know where you are?
(handcuffs jingle)
- Um... What?
- Do you remember your name?
(handcuffs jingle)
- Caleb... Um, caleb...
Caleb... Browning.
- Do you remember what day it is?
(handcuffs jingle) - (inhales sharply)
(grunts)
(grunt of effort)
It's... Christmas eve.
It's christmas eve?
- Do you remember what happened to your parents this morning?
- Uh...
Did I miss brunch?
S christmas, baby ♪
♪ time for window shopping ♪
- (exhales sharply)
♪ I could use a necklace string of pearls ♪
♪♪♪
Hello?
♪ it's christmas, baby ♪
♪ if you feel like stopping ♪
Peggy: Oh, for crying out loud!
- Hello? Grandma?
- And he's your only suspect?
- He's staying at the house, there's no sign of forced entry.
His parents' blood's on his clothes.
- Have you asked for his medical records?
See if he has a history of memory loss,
Or trauma, psych issues?
- It's in process, but it wouldn't be the first time
That a suspect has faked memory loss.
- I mean, there's a possibility he's not faking it.
- And there's a possibility that the hole in my spine
Will heal itself before surgery next week.
- I mean, I have a history with memory loss after trauma.
When my sister died,
My brain wiped the memory of it.
I mean, I got it back, but-- - I'm so sorry, jenny.
- No, I'm just saying that, you know,
I think we should keep an open mind.
I mean, maybe he's telling the truth,
At least about the memory loss part.
I wanna get him assessed,
But first, let me talk to him. Somewhere nice.
- (sighs) let's get him a massage while we're at it.
(door clicks open and shut)
(melancholy "jingle bells" plays)
♪♪♪
- So, I, uh, know it's weird to talk about...
Death and food so close together,
But um...
I'm a really great cook,
And christmas is tomorrow, so...
Dennis, would you like-- - yes, yes.
(chuckles) yes.
- Okay. Great.
- I'll make sure we get off work early tomorrow.
Just the perks of dating the boss.
- What? - (chuckles nervously)
It's the first time I've heard it out loud.
- What, that I'm your boss? - Please stop saying it.
- Well, I didn't know it was a problem for you.
- Neither did I.
Anyway, we should get to work. - River, hey...
(door clicks opens)
(door thunks shut, dennis scoffs)
(sighs)
(low hum of indistinct chatter, footsteps thud)
(door clicks open)
(indistinct police chatter)
- Hey.
- Thanks.
(rhythmic knock on door, door opens)
Hi, caleb.
(door closes) my name is jenny cooper.
I'm the coroner that's investigating
Your parents' deaths.
I thought this room might be a little nicer.
- (sniffles and cries)
(handcuffs jingle)
I can't remember it.
(sobbing) why can't I remem...
I mean, do I look like I, I...
I'm the type of person who's...
Who's just capable of killing somebody
With my-my-my bare hands?
I can't--do I look like I can kill my mom and my dad
With my hands?
- I don't know what you're capable of, caleb.
(handcuffs jingle, caleb sniffles)
- But I am interested in your memory loss.
- Yeah, because you think that I'm lying.
- Because I had a family member who died,
And when it happened, my brain erased the memory.
This has happened to me.
(lights buzz softly)
- So, I'm not... Going crazy?
(birds chirp outside)
- Look, if what you're saying is true,
Then I'd like you to talk to the doctor that helped me.
Would you consider it?
Caleb?
Would you try?
- Yeah. - Yeah? Okay.
(door clicks open, footsteps approach)
(door clicks shut)
- Hello, caleb, I'm dr. Sharma.
I'd just like to have a conversation, okay?
(handcuffs jingle)
Caleb is exhibiting all of the symptoms
Of dissociative amnesia,
A condition linked to severe stress.
Uh, traumatic events like war, abuse, or violence.
- Brutally murdering both your parents
Would be quite traumatic.
- Or his amnesia was caused by witnessing the violence.
- If caleb's the killer, I need to know he's faking it.
If he's a witness, I need him to snap out of it
And tell me what he saw.
- There are tests we can do, neurological and psychological,
To help distinguish between malingered
And real memory impairments,
But I'll need him to be transferred
To a medical facility.
- (sighs) fine.
Do what you gotta do. I wanna solve this
Before I have to take my leave of absence.
(door clips open)
- 'kay.
(door squeals as it clicks shut)
(light thump)
- So, whadda ya think? Do you think caleb's lying?
- I try not to make assumptions.
- But what is your gut telling you?
- What does yours say?
- I dunno. I mean...
I, uh, I don't think caleb's lying.
I believe him when he says he doesn't remember what happened.
I can obviously relate.
- But?
- But I didn't hurt katie on purpose.
- Caleb may not have either.
- Yeah. (sighs)
- Jenny, I'm here to help, not pile on.
So, call me, don't call me, it's up to you.
(cars honk in the distance)
- Thank you, neil.
- But you should probably call me.
- (chuckles)
- Find anything?
- Nah. Brownings are squeaky clean.
No 911 calls, no contact with the police.
Uh, dad owned a bunch of businesses;
Sold 'em and retired early with a fat bank account.
Mom was his bookkeeper.
I mean, as far as I can tell, mac,
They are a pretty boring family.
(office chatter in background, phones ring)
- What's this about?
- Oh, someone's been tagging "justice for dean breyer"
On the front of the station.
I know you've seen it.
I haven't figured out who dean breyer is yet,
But check it out!
He's always covered up,
And he always comes at shift change.
I haven't figured it out yet, but just you wait.
- Well, we have a double homicide to solve
So, I want you to focus on that, all right?
- Gotcha.
(indistinct chatter)
- Six millimetres.
You know, even under a mask, I can tell you're frowning.
- (sighs heavily)
I love my job.
If anything were to happen...
Most times it's the person with the least power,
The one who's not the doctor,
Who gets shown the door when hr comes knocking.
So, I think it would be best if we just--
Jenny: Okay, how's it going in here?
- Just getting started, dr. Cooper.
- All right.
Now, what is going on with the ear?
- Would you like to do the honours?
- Yeah.
(object slides) okay...
River: What is that?
- I don't know.
- There was no bleeding or bruising in the ear canal,
Which means whatever this is,
Was inserted in john browning's ear
After he died.
- After you called me, I went and got this out of evidence.
Caleb had it on him when we picked him up.
- Angel with a broken wing.
Donovan: Caleb killed his parents
Then shoved that ornament in his dad's ear.
(light footsteps)
♪♪♪
- Hey, detective abed, 5832.
I'm gonna do another sweep before we clear the crime scene.
Ugh, geez.
Huh.
(drawer rattles)
Hey, desouza, ever see a kitchen drawer
With a lock on it?
- Yeah, I have a two-year-old at home.
- Hmm. Well, I got a lock pick kit in my trunk.
Can you grab it for me, please?
- Sir, yes, sir.
(footsteps recede)
- Sir. (chuckles)
(door clicks open and shut)
(sighs heavily)
(melancholy "jingle bells" plays)
♪♪♪
- It isn't possible.
My brother would never.
And you're saying he can't remember any of it?
- That's what he's claiming, yes.
- He's at st. Vic's. He's under medical supervision.
He's gonna have neurological and psychological tests.
- Can I talk to him?
- Only the police and caleb's doctors
Are permitted to talk to him.
- Well, does he have a lawyer? - He didn't want one.
- Ah, idiot.
(plastic bag rustles)
- Aaron, does this have any significance?
Your brother had that on him when he was arrested,
And dr. Cooper removed the broken wing
From your father's ear.
(tense music plays)
- Uh, take your time, okay?
- (sharp inhale)
I invited caleb home for the holidays.
It was my idea.
I thought that it was gonna be okay.
It's usually okay until uh...
Until there's an incident.
- What kind of incident? - Something small.
They judge him, pick at him,
Then he snaps.
If me or flora are there, sometimes we can calm him down.
- At the house, there were four place settings on the table.
But if you and flora were both coming,
Then that would make five guests.
- They, they must have disinvited him.
Taken his spot away.
- You think that's what made him snap?
- Yeah.
Yeah. (sighs)
I shouldn't have stopped for flowers.
(tense music plays)
(tools rattle, malik grunts softly)
(drawer clunks open, malik laughs triumphantly)
(tool clatters on counter) oh!
(items rustle)
Oh...
(paper crinkles) whew!
Someone is gettin' paid!
A lotta people, apparently.
Okay. Hold on to that. Thank you.
Huh.
(tapping) bingo.
Alphonse: Can I get your coat or anything?
Flora: Can I just have a glass of water?
My mouth's really dry. - I can do that.
(footsteps approach)
- Flora, I'm jenny cooper. I'm the coroner
That's investigating the brownings' deaths.
Um, I have a few questions that I'm hoping you can help me with.
- The detectives already confirmed my alibi.
(pill lid clicks) - it's not about that.
(pills rattle)
- They're just my prescription. - Yup.
(lid snaps closed, pills rattle)
Uh, I know things are stressful.
- You do?
Do you?
(sniffs the air, shaky breath)
Is aaron here? (gasps)
He has a very distinct scent.
It's uh... His cologne, I mean.
(footsteps recede)
- Impressive.
Aaron is in the boardroom with detective mcavoy.
- What is he saying?
- Flora, I understand that you have a relationship
With the brownings-- - you don't understand anything.
- Flora, I-- aaron: Flora!
I thought that was you. Hey.
Both: (exhale deeply)
- Have you seen him? - No.
- (shakily) no?
(shallow, shaky breaths)
- Okay, enough's enough. We wanna see caleb.
- And I wanna know why you two are trying to protect someone
Who just committed a brutal double homicide?
I mean, I get family loyalty,
But doesn't that extend to your parents, aaron?
And to people who were like second parents to you, flora?
- We knew this day was coming. - (shouting) can I please...
(calmly) can I please have just a minute with aaron? Please?
(donovan's phone rings)
- Okay, uh, you can go in the boardroom.
- (relieved sigh)
- I'll, uh, I'll grab some coffees.
I'll keep an eye on them. - Okay.
Yeah. Yeah, malik?
(easy listening music plays softly)
You know, last year, mom was so busy with work
That our centrepiece was a sad dollar-store elf.
- Oh. - (chuckles)
You know that she's a coroner, right?
Did I tell you that? - I know.
- Yeah, well, she helps people -
People who've lost somebody - get closure.
- Yeah, I suppose it makes sense,
Given what she's been through.
(soft music plays)
- You talkin' about katie?
- You know, when katie died, uh,
We all dealt with it in our own way.
I'm glad to see that hers was healthier than mine.
- Why, why didn't you...
Why didn't you ever reach out?
- I tried on her 16th birthday,
But jenny made it very clear
That she didn't want anything to do with me.
I know that I left it too late,
But... (clears throat)
The healing takes as long as it takes.
And when I was ready,
Well, she wasn't.
- But what about grandpa? I mean, didn't you miss him?
Didn't you want to talk to him?
- They were always a fine pair, those two, you know.
And gord has raised her well.
She got straight a's, she went to med school,
She got married, she had you.
They're thriving without me, ross.
(flowers rustle)
(easy listening music plays)
- She has anxiety and panic attacks.
He has dementia.
He's even started hallucinating.
You're what he sees.
Look, I know that it's complicated
And I know that there's feelings everywhere, but...
(blows out his breath)
What if you just came to christmas dinner?
- Oh, ross. - I've set you a place card,
We have tonnes of food, we have lots of space.
- It's too late.
I'm sorry, but that's the truth.
- Yeah, well...
I'm sorry, too.
(jacket rustles) - ross, I...
(plastic rustles, door thuds shut)
(exhales)
- (sighs)
(footsteps approach)
- That was malik.
John browning's been making cash payments
To a dozen people, monthly. Going back decades.
- Payments to who? - Don't know.
The ledger only had first names and dollar amounts,
But there's one name that malik recognized...
- Flora? - $1,000 a month,
Starting in June 1999.
- What happened in June of 1999?
- I think it's time we take them down to the station,
Get them talking on the record.
(indistinct chatter)
Dennis: Whatcha workin' on over there?
- The cysts you found on mr. Browning's liver.
I'm sending a sample to the lab for a biopsy.
I know you like being thorough.
- River... (liver thuds)
Look, if it's a choice between this job or being with you,
I choose you.
Wait, let me finish.
Because technically,
We started dating before I became your quasi-boss,
So it might not even be a thing.
So, I guess what I'm saying is...
(flowers and gloves rustle)
River baitz,
Will you talk to hr with me?
- (chuckles)
Yes. Yes, I will.
- Whew! Yes.
(crayon scratches)
Dr. Sharma: Very good, caleb.
Got one more test to assess your working memory.
(handcuffs jingle)
- Um, no. Uh...
Can you take your mask off?
I'm kind of, just like, freaking out
And the masks are not helping.
- Okay.
Have you had anything to eat or drink today, caleb?
- I don't think so.
- Would you like a sandwich, if I can track one down?
Okay, sounds good. I'll be right back.
(book clunks on table)
Just gonna go get some food for him.
(melancholy "jingle bells" plays)
♪♪♪
Donovan: So, who wants to go first?
Aaron: Um... (clears throat)
Our family is very concerned with appearances.
My father had this idea of how boys should be,
And uh... But caleb was sensitive and sweet.
He was weak.
(clears throat) so, my dad took him hunting
For deer and feral pigs.
He taught him how to field dress them.
Thought it would toughen him up,
But then, caleb started to,
Uh, to change.
He started to...
To have these like...
- Fits. - What kind of fits?
- Oh, flashes of rage he couldn't control.
He'd have an explosion
And then your dad would take him out hunting.
And then he'd come back
And we'd cook up whatever they'd killed.
- Hmm. When did the violence start?
- When caleb was seven.
- No, he was a bit older than... Than that.
- Hmm.
- In June of '99?
(foreboding music)
- How do you know about that?
- What happened in June of '99, flora?
- Well, you have to understand that caleb loves flora.
He would never hurt her...
- It's okay. - On purpose.
- It's okay.
- It was my birthday and um...
- I gave him a red bike.
- Which was caleb's favourite colour.
- I should've known that.
- What did he do?
- He pushed me down a flight of stairs.
- It was horrible.
And he felt so bad.
- Yeah, my parents thought it would be best
If we didn't involve the police
And well, john and ginny they... - Mm-hmm.
- They felt the same, so. - Mm-hmm.
- Is that when mr. Browning started paying you?
- Paying you?
- I... I thought this was to pay for my, my physio,
But then, the money just never stopped coming.
- Dad paid you? That's why you stayed in our lives.
- No, I love you. That is why I stayed.
(foreboding music plays)
- Mr. Browning was paying a lot of people.
- Well, his son hurt a lot of people.
Kids in the neighbourhood. - Mmm.
- Classmates. - Well, not just them.
- No, you don't--aaron, you don't have to do that.
- We lived every day in fear,
With this bomb next to us...
(shakily) that we loved so much.
It was gonna... Go off and destroy everything.
I guess it finally happened.
(distorted, echoey music plays)
(handcuffs rattle, breathing hard)
(inhaling and exhaling erratically)
(blows out his breath)
- Are you okay? - (gasps) hmm?
What?
- You okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
- Can you please remove caleb's cuffs, so he can eat?
It's all right.
(foreboding music plays)
(handcuffs click)
Officer: Don't do anything dumb.
- Mm-hmm.
- Have some water, caleb. Have a sandwich.
- Um... No, no.
I think um...
Just uh... (taps table)
But the thing is, the tests aren't working for me.
They're not, it's, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not computing.
- They will. We just need to take it slow.
- (agitated) no, 'cause I can't, I can't it slow.
I can't take it. I'm uh...
I just need to know right now
If I did what everybody says that I did?
- Forcing you before you're ready could re-traumatize you.
- I don't care. - Okay, just have--
- I don't, I don't care! Officer: Hey, hey!
What did I say? - (grunts in pain)
(alarm wails) - look it! Whoa, whoa!
Wait, wait, wait, I'm not gonna hurt anybody,
I'm just gonna... I need space! I need space!
- Put the pen down! - I just need space!
I need to go! - Then put the pen down!
- He's in mental distress. Back off! (grunts)
- Caleb, I'm not gonna tell you again.
- Just focus here, okay? Don't, don't look at her.
Just try to breathe, okay? - I can't--I can't breathe.
- Listen. Just breathe. (inhales deeply) that's it.
There ya go, there ya go. That's it, breathe.
- (sharp inhales and exhales) okay, okay.
Um... - Listen.
- I need to speak to the coroner.
Uh, I need to speak to the coroner, right now, okay?
- Okay, sure, we can do that. - Yeah.
- Call her. - Call the coroner!
(alarm wails)
Doesn't matter what the psyche law says,
Crown's gonna have a field day with caleb.
- Yeah. I know.
(door clicks open) it's just...
- Caleb is taking dr. Sharma hostage.
- What? - Any demands?
- Yeah, he wants to speak to jenny.
There's a unit ready to escort you now.
- Is neil okay? Is he, is he all right?
- Yes, he says he's fine, he's okay.
There's an armed officer on the scene with them.
- All right, let them know what's happening.
- Yup. - All right, let's go. - Okay, we gotta go.
(tense music builds, door slams shut)
Donovan: I'm not gonna let anything happen to neil,
And we're not gonna let anything happen to you.
(doors open, engines start, sirens wail)
(doors slam shut)
(engine guns, tires screech, sirens wail)
(engine guns, tires screech)
- Okay.
- Remember, we both want the same outcome here.
- Yeah, okay. All right.
(blows out breath, inhales and exhales deeply)
Jenny: Hey. Caleb: Dr. Cooper.
- Caleb, I'm here,
So, uh, see if you can let neil go.
- I can't.
- Sorry, can you...? - Lower your weapon.
- Thanks.
- Uh...
- Look, I understand how frustrating it is
Not being able to remember.
I get that, okay, and I will, I will stay here with you
And we can just, we can talk it out,
No matter how long it takes,
But I need you to let neil go.
- (shakily) n-n-no. I just...
I need to...
I need to know what happened, now.
Right now. - Okay.
Can you let neil go? Please?
- You examined my-my-my parents, right?
- Mm-hmm. - So, what's the truth?
Just the truth.
Am I the one who murdered them?
(tense music plays)
- It looks that way, yes.
(tense music builds)
- (grunts)
(gags)
(music intensifies)
(grunts)
(shaky moan) no!
(breathing hard)
- (quietly) neil.
- All right, get on the ground. Get on the ground, now!
Put your hands on top of your head.
- He didn't hurt me. - It's okay.
- Get up.
- (gasping)
- Oh, I should go with him! - No, hey, stay. Stay.
I need to check you out. - Okay.
- Okay? - Yeah. (exhales forcefully)
- Okay, just breathe, okay?
- Is your job always like this?
- You know, just on the good days.
- (laughs nervously)
(deep inhales and exhales)
(door shuts heavily)
(bag thunks on the floor, jacket rustles)
(owl hoots outside)
(sighs heavily)
(owl hoots)
(sighs heavily, vest rustles)
(owl hoots outside)
(vest thumps heavily)
(paper rustles)
(sighs heavily)
(phone clunks)
(glass clinks, wine lid unscrews)
(jenny sighs heavily, wine burbles quickly)
(screws lid into place)
(bottle thunks)
(glass clinks)
(deep inhale and exhale)
(sighs)
(sighs and sniffs)
(sighs)
Hey, clark, this is jenny.
I, uh, I'm...
I'm sorry I haven't, uh, really been around.
I uh...
I...
Look, I think, I think we should talk.
If you could call me.
Thanks.
(phone clatters on counter)
(card rustles)
(upbeat "jingle bells" plays)
♪♪♪
- Hmm.
(sniffs the air and sighs)
Jenny: Good morning!
- It's a little bit early for this.
- Mm-hmm. - No?
- Well, I had a pretty rough day yesterday
And I went to bed feeling pretty crappy.
But when I woke up, I couldn't stop thinking
About how lucky I was
To have you and grandpa,
And uh, you know, as long as I have the two of you,
I don't need anything else.
- Okay, well then, I can swing it for you.
Gordon: Ho! Ho! Ho! Jenny: Hey, dad!
- Merry christmas!
- How're ya doin'?
- Who wants their present? - I do!
- No, hey, hey, no. Let me get breakfast on the table first
And then presents. - Oh, he can have--
- Presents first, breakfast, later.
- Dad, give me them. - Okay.
- I will get you one that you can open.
Ross: Okay. - But not these.
- Is the big one mine?
(upbeat "jingle bells" continues playing)
(ornament whirs)
(melancholy "jingle bells" plays in a minor key)
(ornament whirs)
♪♪♪
- All right, ross, you can open this--
(harsh whoosh)
♪♪♪
Peggy: Merry christmas.
(hard slap) gordon: Oh!
♪♪♪