By the time you see this, I will be gone.
He knew about his murder before it happened.
EMILY: You two know each other?
He's my brother.
EMILY (V.O.): Sam doesn't understand
why I'm keeping him at arm's length.
EMILY: I spent some time with my aunt and uncle
on the west coast when I was little.
[tires squealing]
EMILY (V.O.): If I had been asked earlier
what my plans were for this evening,
I doubt that ending up with a fractured wrist
after narrowly avoiding an attempt on my life
would have made the list.
But here we are.
[phone ringing]
Hey, Sam.
Hey! Sorry I missed your call.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm home now. All good.
What exactly happened?
I just slipped on some ice
and I fell on my arm the wrong way.
Hairline fracture. It's nothing.
Well, I'm just finishing up here.
Can I bring you anything?
No, uh, I just need a good night's sleep.
But, hey, are you free to come to the Mistletoe
tomorrow morning?
I can be, why?
Mm, I'm just having a few friends over
for breakfast and a movie.
Alright. Well, I'll see you there.
Great.
Thanks, Sam. Night.
EMILY (V.O.): It's not that I can't tell Sam
what really happened.
I'm just... I'm not sure
if this is connected to Glenn's murder,
or if my past mistakes are finally catching up to me.
GLENN: [video] Congratulations, everyone.
Clearly, you're moving in the right direction.
Now, just like the spirits that visited dear old Ebenezer
in A Christmas Carol, my clues represent Christmas Past,
Christmas Present, and Christmas Yet to Come.
Now that the spirit of Christmas Past has given way
to the present, come in, get close,
and know me better, man.
Am I the only one creeped out by all this talk of spirits?
GLENN: [video] "I couldn't be angry with him if I tried.
"Who suffers by his ill whims?
"Himself, always.
"Here, he takes it into his head to dislike us,
"and he won't come and dine with us.
"What's the consequence?"
Good luck.
SAM: That's it?
What are we supposed to do with that?
Aren't you a detective?
Don't you sell hotdogs?
EMILY: Okay, let's-- everyone just take a breath.
Are you sure you're okay, Emily?
I feel bad that you hurt yourself
after we talked last night.
BROOKE: Yeah, about that...
I thought that this was a team effort.
I didn't know we were doing break-off groups.
No, we're not.
We just ran into each other at the police station.
Alright, let's just, uh... focus on why we're here.
Who wants to take a stab at it?
Oh...
That was a really bad choice of words.
I'm so sorry, Fred.
It's okay.
The clue doesn't have to be solved right this minute.
Brooke, Fred, and I still have shops to run.
And I have a murder to solve.
EMILY: Let's just let this percolate,
and we can come back together later
and we'll see where we're at.
- Okay. - Okay!
Here you go.
You got a minute?
Yeah, of course.
♪
- [door bells ringing] - [door closes]
[mysterious music]
EMILY: [on device] So it's not related to Glenn's murder?
SAM: [on device] I can't be sure,
but it feels like this game might be a dead end.
EMILY: What about Noah?
SAM: We don't have any physical evidence
to tie him to the murder scene.
There's nothing to go on but an old Santa coat.
EMILY: If it's not Noah, then the killer is still out there.
[theme music]
Someone was a busy little elf this morning!
I've got my work cut out for me
getting ready for Dad-mas.
I'm sorry, what?
I was lying in bed last night
feeling bad about leaving dad alone for Christmas,
when the idea came to me.
I'll have my own Christmas with him a few days early.
And thus, Dad-mas was born.
If it catches on,
you can dedicate a corner of the store to it.
Why not?
I've already dedicated a corner of the store to a leaky pipe.
Dad said he's happy to fix the hole,
but the best time for him to come is later at night when he's
done work.
Would it be okay to let him use my store key one night?
Yeah, that's-- that's fine. But you can also tell him
that I'm perfectly capable of fixing the leak myself.
I've just been a little busy,
but I'm sure I'll get to it between now and Dad-mas.
See? It's already catching on!
Is it okay if I store this stuff here?
It's kind of hard keeping a secret
when you live with a detective.
Yeah, no problem.
I could also wrap those for you, if you want.
With a cast on your hand?
Dad told me what happened. It must've hurt.
I barely even notice it's there.
Well, you know, it's bad luck to have
a cast that isn't signed.
[laughs] Okay.
♪
There.
Much better.
Hm.
Mm-hm!
[buzzer]
Hello?
SAM: [intercom] Uh, hey, it's me.
Can I come up?
Sure, yeah.
[smooth jazz playing in background]
♪
Hi-- oh!
I figured you wouldn't be up to much in the kitchen,
so I thought you could use some delivery.
Now, I wasn't sure what you liked,
so I just picked up a variety.
Thai spicy and not spicy.
And then this...
that's a favourite of mine.
It's one town over.
Like, the best desserts in town.
You're really good at taking care of people, aren't you?
Well, I could say the same thing about you.
I've seen how you are with June, and with Violet,
and we just want you to know that we're looking out for you
as well.
Yeah, I do okay. I, uh...
got my emotional support tigers here.
- These guys? - Yeah.
[cat meows]
- Can they cook? - [laughs]
No, they cannot.
Mac and cheese, maybe?
[both laugh]
This is so incredibly thoughtful.
Um, thank you.
I do have everybody coming down to the Mistletoe
in a couple minutes, though.
Yes! Yeah, here.
I'll just get this put away, and, uh,
we can head down together.
Okay, thank you.
[ominous music]
BROOKE: Maybe Fred forgot we were meeting tonight.
Well, I called him a few times and he didn't pick up.
SAM: Can we start without him?
Well, uh, has everyone had a chance to think about
what the clue might mean?
I tried, but I didn't get very far.
I confess, I couldn't make heads or tails of it either.
I was busy with other things.
Well, what about you, Emily?
I didn't have a lot of time to think about it either,
but the thing that stands out as most obvious
is that the person who's speaking in the quote
is Scrooge's nephew, Fred.
Pfft... Yeah, obviously!
Yeah, I didn't bring it up 'cause of how obvious it was.
Wait, Fred was part of the first clue too.
Just the real Fred, not the Fred from the book.
Exactly.
I think there's a deeper meaning behind Glenn's game,
and I think Fred is the key to understanding all of it.
But he's not here.
[sighs] I'm sure he's just running late.
Here, his store's close by.
I'll go see if he's there.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Fred! Yeah, we were just talk--
Oh my God.
♪
Fred!
Sweetie, are you okay?
Hey.
I think so. Just a little sore.
Seems like injuries are a common theme
with this little club.
I want to know exactly what happened.
Fred was just about to share the details with us.
It happened so fast.
I thought I heard somebody behind me,
and as I was turning, bam, suddenly I'm on the sidewalk.
And you didn't get a look at your attacker?
No, I was pretty out of it.
And you're sure they took the book?
Definitely.
By the time I came to my senses, he was gone,
and so was my copy of A Christmas Carol.
Didn't take anything else? Your keys, your wallet...?
No.
Why would someone physically assault my husband
just to steal a cheap secondhand book?
- [phone ringing] - Sorry, I have to take this.
MORGAN: I don't know what's going on here,
but it doesn't seem safe.
Ah, it doesn't matter. The book's gone.
I'm no longer any use to the group.
No, that's not true.
Uh, what does that mean?
I think Glenn designed this whole treasure hunt around Fred.
Really?
This is good.
It strengthens our legal case that any prize
found by another party belongs to us.
I want to make sure you get what's owed.
SAM: Glenn's Santa costume...
Was that something he kept here in the store?
No, I hadn't seen that in years.
Since I was a kid.
I was surprised he still had it, to be honest.
What's going on?
That was the lab that called.
They recovered DNA from the suit belonging to Glenn
and one other person.
And it wasn't Noah.
Morgan...
I didn't kill Glenn.
What?
What's happening?
I'm gonna need you to come with me.
MORGAN: I don't know how my DNA got on the Santa coat.
SAM: I got a warrant to search your personal spaces.
I found this...
pushed to the back of your locker at work.
Now, that's the blouse you wore to the Christmas party, correct?
That's not your blood, is it?
♪
Okay, yes.
I wore the Santa coat, but not for the reason you think.
Then why?
I went by the bookstore to get Fred
before we went to the party, and...
I noticed that all the rare editions were gone.
I suspected Glenn must have sold them and I was angry.
Did they not belong to Glenn?
He made my husband part owner of the bookstore
a few years ago.
A piece of those books belonged to Fred.
He should've been consulted.
Okay, so... you go to the party.
You see Glenn there...
Then what?
I was looking for a moment to talk to him alone.
I saw him heading down the back hall and I followed him.
I finally caught up to him in the stockroom.
Glenn?
Glenn, where are they?
What did you do with the--
- [groans in pain] - Glenn...
Glenn!
♪
[distant party sounds]
♪
MORGAN (V.O.): He was dead.
I couldn't save him.
And his blood was on me.
I knew how it would look.
So I put on the suit and left.
Glenn didn't have many friends.
I gambled that nobody would give me a second look.
That's pretty cold.
The word is "clinical."
I'm a nurse.
I've seen it all, and not much fazes me anymore.
Well, you're right about one thing.
It looks pretty bad.
[dramatic music]
EMILY: Sue!
Great to see you back in business.
What happened to your hand?
Oh, I just slipped on some ice.
Not in front of the diner, I hope.
I cannot afford the lawsuit.
Don't worry, you're good.
[chuckles]
Well, in that case, coffee's on the house.
Okay!
It's Noah, right?
Mm.
You were there when I was detained.
Yeah.
I'm Emily.
When did they release you?
Oh, about two plates of pancakes ago.
This is my first real meal since they hauled me in.
Does your brother know you're out?
Well, if he does, he didn't hear it from me.
I'm surprised they let me out.
Not that they have anything on me.
I heard that you broke into Glenn's lawyer's office.
She agreed not to press charges.
That's really nice of her.
I am curious, though-- how did you know
what you were looking for when you broke in?
[cutlery drops down]
I didn't have the guts to face Fred
the night I was invited, but I was there.
When you all came out,
I saw that blonde woman go into a nearby store.
Turns out she owns it.
Brooke.
I hung around her shop a bit;
she was telling everybody about the video.
Only took a few minutes of eavesdropping
to hear her entire life story.
Yeah, sounds like Brooke.
I don't know what I was expecting,
but it wasn't a damn treasure hunt.
TALIA: I can confirm we've dropped the charges
against Noah, on the grounds that he pays for
the damage he caused.
It's a win for both sides.
But he also stole from you.
I don't see it that way.
You know, Noah had an invitation to the game.
He had as much right to see that video as any of the others.
That's very forgiving of you.
I liked Glenn. Keeping his nephew out of jail
seemed like the right thing to do.
He talked about Fred and Noah all the time.
What about Morgan?
I'll just say, she's very concerned
about the missing first editions,
and leave it at that.
Okay. Thanks.
♪
EMILY: You sure I can't help you with any of that?
I've got it.
Feels like I need to do this alone.
That's part of the magic of Dad-mas.
- [door bells ringing] - Whoa.
Talk about a winter wonderland.
Noah!
Hey, I'm glad you came by.
NOAH: I can't let Fred have all the fun.
Brought my book.
That is amazing.
Uh, I haven't scheduled the next meeting
with everyone yet, though.
No worries. Mind if I look around?
Yeah, go for it.
So...
Emily!
Yeah?
I was wondering, any plans for Christmas Eve?
Uh, no, nothing set in stone. Why?
No reason.
My dad says he has no plans either.
Just throwing that out there. Totally unrelated.
NOAH: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What treasures do we have here?
Oh, geez, sorry about that.
I'm gonna get it fixed.
Um... what are-- what are you doing, Noah?
I figured you must have found a secret cubby hole
in your wall.
It's just a leaky pipe. Why would you think that?
I know a little bit about the history of the area.
This town was built during the prohibition.
A lot of the older buildings had secret rooms
and passageways built in.
- [door bells ringing] - Wait, seriously?
Yeah, a lot of 'em were sealed away due to renovations
and rebuilds, but you never know what you might find,
when you go looking.
Huh.
♪ Fire is calling ♪
♪ A cozy night for you and me ♪
EMILY: Hey. FRED: Emily.
Detective Wilner.
Do you have any news about Morgan?
Nothing I can discuss just yet.
We're actually here on a separate matter.
Which is...?
We think we may know where your uncle hid the manuscript.
- You mean here, in the store? - Yes.
There's a theory we'd like to pursue, if you're okay with it.
Yeah, of course.
What's this?
I got the original blueprints for the building
from the town archives.
See how that wall is set back?
But that one...
it doesn't match the wall on the original drawings.
You're right.
That built-in bookshelf should be back further back
against the wall.
I don't understand.
Noah mentioned that in some of these older buildings
there are hidden rooms.
You talked to Noah? Is he--
He's a free man, as of this morning.
[Emily gasps]
Whoa...
[door creaks open]
FRED: Whoa.
[mysterious music]
Whoa...
FRED: Wow.
EMILY: You didn't know this was here?
FRED: Not a clue.
Hey, I recognize that.
It belonged to Uncle Glenn.
♪
SAM: It's all just clothing and personal effects.
EMILY (V.O.): I know a go-bag when I see one.
I even have one myself,
tucked in the back of my closet.
♪
SAM: And a business-class ticket to Switzerland.
Leaving the day after the Christmas party.
FRED: Why would he hide the fact that he was going on vacation?
Maybe it wasn't a vacation.
There's no return ticket.
What was it he said in the video?
"By the time you see this, I'll already be gone."
He was talking about his trip to Europe,
not predicting his own demise.
[door opens]
NOAH: Hey, Fred, you in here?
NOAH: Oh...
Uh, my bad. I didn't realize--
What do you want?
Okay, um...
I was hoping we could talk.
Fred, this involves him too.
Fine, whatever.
NOAH: What? What is it?
Glenn was checking himself in to a Swiss medical centre
that specializes in end-of-life care.
I don't get it. Why would Uncle Glenn do that?
[poignant music]
You're right, Noah.
We need to talk.
EMILY (V.O.): In some ways, I envy Fred and Noah.
Despite the terrible circumstances
that drove them apart, they still have a chance now
to put it all behind them and start fresh.
A lifetime ago, I found myself in a similar bind,
going the opposite direction from someone I loved.
But for us, there can be no happy ending.
He made damn sure of that.
- [Emily sighs] - [cat meows]
EMILY (V.O.): Enough feeling sorry for myself.
There is a puzzle to be solved.
Hi!
Are you ready for story time?
Yeah?
EMILY (V.O.): I've been through the books several times.
There's no more hidden clues, no secret messages,
just the classic tale, told exactly the same
in each edition.
What page was that quote on?
The pages...
Of course.
BROOKE: What do you mean, you solved the clue?
You don't have all the books.
Well, not the physical copies, no, but I realized
that each of the editions has the exact same text,
but they're all laid out differently.
So that quote is found on a different page
in each of our books.
Wow. How'd you think of that?
I dunno, it just came to me.
So I was able to make some calls to some publishers
and I got the corresponding page numbers
for each of the editions.
Incredible.
So, once I had the page numbers,
I thought about what they could signify,
which was trickier-- but then I remembered
what Glenn said at the beginning of his last video.
"You're heading in the right direction."
That's right. Very observant.
It's literally my job.
The numbers point to a location?
Yes, exactly.
They're GPS coordinates.
But where are they pointing?
Right here.
Sue's diner.
I cleaned the place from top to bottom.
I didn't find anything out of place.
Right, but you'll remember that Glenn passed away
in the basement stockroom.
But what was he doing there in the first place?
He had no reason to be down there, unless...
He was planting the next clue.
I mean, it's worth a look, right?
♪
Alright.
Whoa...
The heat's venting directly in here.
Must be 100 degrees.
Yeah, it might be why Glenn took off his Santa coat
when he came in here.
Fred.
Check it out.
Middle shelf.
FRED: Oh, no way.
That takes me back.
What is it?
Oh, the pineapple juice.
Our mom used to open a big can of it every Christmas.
FRED: Yeah, same brand, too. NOAH: Yeah.
She said it was a tradition from her childhood.
Yeah, Grandpa just loved it.
The quote from the clue was Fred talking about
dining with his uncle.
[intriguing music]
EMILY: Okay...
[chuckles]
Oh, Uncle Glenn, you sly, old dog.
GLENN: [video] Congratulations, everyone.
Only one ghost left...
The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.
Let's, uh...
let's weigh the author's words carefully, shall we?
"A churchyard.
"Here, then, the wretched man whose name he had now to learn,
"lay underneath the ground.
"It was a worthy place."
Scrooge was not ready to rest. Not yet.
But I feel that I am.
Not beneath the ground, but above.
You see, my future is set in stone,
but yours does not have to be.
There's still time to bury your petty rivalries
and your wounded pride.
But in order to do that, you've got to come together as one.
Good luck.
SUE: Huh.
I was hoping I'd never see that book again.
What book?
The book Glenn was reading from.
That's the same book that he gave me at the Christmas party.
The one I threw in the trash. No regrets!
Wait, isn't that your book, Harvey?
Uh... I didn't see him leave.
No, everyone was focused on the video.
Uh, has anyone seen my book?
Because it was just here a second ago!
Yeah, mine's gone too.
It was right here.
Right where Harvey was standing.
I've got most of the books.
It's almost done.
I'll be in touch.
[dramatic music]
♪
SAM: I want every available cruiser on the look-out.
Approach with caution.
I cannot believe Harvey was an imposter.
Don't feel bad. He fooled me too.
I looked into him after our first meeting,
and his story checked out.
Harvey Saltzman is a real person.
- You tracked him down? - As far as I could.
Trail went cold when he retired in Florida a few years ago,
but wherever our mystery man is,
he sure did his research.
And now he has four of the five books.
And if he gets to the prize before the rest of us,
he's just gonna disappear.
Forget the game, Emily.
Of cour-- Yes, you're right.
It's too dangerous.
EMILY (V.O.): Then again, when has that ever stopped me before?
EMILY (V.O.): It had to be Harvey
who tried to run me down the other night...
which means he perceived me as a threat.
Smart guy.
But how did he know where I'd be, and when?
Unless...
HARVEY: Boy!
This sucker must have barely squeezed in the door, huh?
[dramatic music]
♪
EMILY (V.O.): Ah, I knew it!
He bugged my store.
He's been listening the whole time.
He's probably still listening.
Hey, Harvey.
I have something you need.
The final book.
You know as well as I do that you can't do this alone, so...
what do you say...
split the prize 50/50?
I knew I liked her.
I'm assuming you figured out the location of the latest clue,
so why don't you meet me there tomorrow morning?
Say, nine am? Bring the books.
[static crackling]
♪
What has gotten into you?
I thought it would be nice to go for a walk with my dad.
Is that really so strange?
This early?
You're not usually out of bed for another two hours
on Christmas break.
Don't overthink it.
Let's go look at the Christmas tree.
Yeah, it's, uh...
it's definitely a tree, alright.
Is that a present with a tag on it?
That's weird.
SAM: "To Dad, love Violet."
Merry Dad-mas!
Wait, what's Dad-mas?
It's our own Christmas morning, just a few days early.
Wait, did you do this so that we could have
a Christmas together?
Is that okay?
It's more than okay, kiddo.
[dramatic music]
♪
Augh!
You look pretty good for a frail old man.
Thought you said meet here at nine.
Yeah, I did, but I figured you'd be here an hour early
to scope the place out.
Well, aren't you smart?
I'm surprised you figured out the clue.
Yeah, I know the story.
Ends in a graveyard, right?
"Not beneath the ground, but above it."
A mausoleum.
Mm.
Where's your book?
It's here.
But if we're gonna partner up,
I'm gonna need to know a little bit about you.
VIOLET: You needed new skates.
Your old ones smell like a wet dog.
Violet...
Thank you.
Oh, I can't wait to get these out on the ice.
And you will. But first...
Our Christmas dinner.
Well, it's a little early for dinner, no?
Don't spoil the illusion.
Open-face turkey sandwiches with gravy and mash,
and cranberry sauce on the side.
Sorry, it's the canned stuff.
I didn't have time to make it fresh.
It looks delicious.
SUE: And Sam, I forgive you for interrogating me
like a common criminal.
Thank you.
Mm!
Merry Christmas, Sue.
Merry Christmas.
How'd I get so lucky?
It's a Dad-mas miracle.
HARVEY: What do you want to know?
Um... you don't strike me as a collector of vintage books.
I think you're in this for the paycheck.
So, who hired you to kill Glenn?
GLENN: Oh, sorry, do you work here?
I-I was just--
The Christmas Carol first edition.
Tell me where it is or you're dead.
[chuckles]
Dead?
You think I fear death knowing what's coming?
I welcome it.
HARVEY (V.O.): I was only there to get the book.
[Glenn laughs]
HARVEY (V.O.): But I don't like being laughed at.
I was there at the party. I didn't see you.
Of course you didn't. I'm a pro.
Nobody gives caterers a second look.
They're basically invisible.
♪
So with Glenn dead,
the only chance you had at the prize was to join the game.
I noticed the lady from the diner
throwing a book in the trash out back.
Checked it out, and I found the invitation.
Seemed like a pretty good plan B.
So I did some research in Glenn's past,
and what do you know, there was a Harvey Saltzman.
How did your employer feel
about you unexpectedly killing Glenn?
It makes them an accessory to murder.
Where's the book?
I've got it right here.
Sorry, kid.
Augh!
I work alone.
[gasps]
Right in the heart!
♪
[struggling and yelling]
[dramatic music]
[struggling and yelling]
Augh... [choking]
Augh...
♪
Augh! [yells]
[struggling and yelling]
[dramatic music]
[struggling]
♪
[exhales]
[grunts with effort]
[exhales]
♪
EMILY (V.O.): I'm not gonna lie...
Cutting loose like that...
it felt good.
♪
[hopeful music]
♪
[walkie-talkie chatter]
Wilner.
You're kidding.
EMILY: Okay...
♪
Let's weigh the author's words carefully.
[God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen instrumental]
[buttons beeping]
[safe chimes and unlocks]
♪
Glenn...
You shouldn't have.
[sirens]
SAM: What happened at the cemetery?
To me it looks like you were double-crossed by a partner.
Who are you protecting, Harvey?
Or... excuse me.
Sawyer.
Yeah.
We got a hit on your fingerprints.
Sawyer Pine.
Dishonourably discharged from the military.
Wanted for questioning in three separate murder cases
spanning back a decade.
We went through your car.
Found a pair of gloves with blood on them.
I'm guessing that's why your fingerprints weren't
on the knife, but if the blood's a match for Glenn,
then we've got you just the same.
What's your point?
Give me a name. Then...
maybe we can make a deal.
What exactly is it you're blaming me for?
I think you're responsible for Glenn's death
at the hands of a trained killer.
You should be careful throwing accusations around.
I am a lawyer.
It was Glenn's first edition of A Christmas Carol
you were after, right?
That is ridiculous. I've worked for Glenn for years.
Exactly.
You figured out he was dying,
you saw that he'd sold off several of his valuable books
to finance his final journey,
and you wanted to get your hands on the prize of his collection.
And you have some proof of this?
Each of our invitations had the same ornate impression
on the wax.
But the wax on the envelope
containing the original video didn't.
It was different.
No design.
You opened the original seal.
You saw the video, you learned about the game.
You wanted to get that book before he had a chance
to give it to anybody else.
Only, the guy that you hired wound up killing him instead.
Who are you to come in here and say these things?
You're not a cop.
That's true.
But... if I can figure this out,
how much time do you think it'll take
before the actual police do?
[sirens approaching]
Unless they already have.
[sirens approaching]
♪
BROOKE: Sorry, but just to be clear, um,
you said that you solved the last clue
and found Glenn's prize in a locker in the bus station.
That's right.
Okay, just checking.
SUE: I'm not sure why I'm here.
Glenn wanted you to be a part of the game from the start.
Okay, so, there is a card for each of you.
So, first one...
Brooke.
Oh! [giggles] Okay.
"Dear Brooke,
"while you have... terrible taste in books"...
[clears throat]
"...it was kind of you to invite me to your book club.
"My gift to you is a collection of classic books
"for your club to enjoy. Glenn."
Oh, that's very sweet.
I'm gonna go ahead and pass on the books,
but it's still very, very sweet.
EMILY: Next, we have...
Sue!
Oh...
[Brooke chuckles]
SUE: "Dear Sue,
"make your chili however you want.
"Beans or no beans, it's the best damn chili
"I've ever had. Glenn."
I always knew he was a good man.
EMILY: Okay, and...
Fred and Noah.
You read it.
No.
You do the honours.
♪
"Dear Fred and Noah.
"If everything went as planned,
"my gift to you is each other."
♪
That's the best gift I've ever received.
Same.
Aw...
MORGAN: "I leave the store and all it's contents to you,
"my nephews, and I wish you both,
"and Morgan as well, a happy life,
"surrounded by things I treasure most."
[brothers chuckle]
NOAH: Hey, what?
And this also...
is yours.
♪
[wrapping paper crinkles]
♪
[exhales]
It's the first edition of A Christmas Carol.
Oh...
♪
So, what about you, Emily?
Um...
Yeah, I...
I opened mine already.
It was a vintage collection of Sherlock Holmes stories.
Aw.
Don't feel bad. I got books too.
[all chuckling]
♪
EMILY (V.O.): My first Christmas Eve
in Fletcher's Grove.
Maybe I'll give myself an early present.
If Chimera knew I was still alive,
they would have tracked me down by now.
So maybe it's time to do what I should have done
when I first arrived here:
close the door on everything that came before,
and start building a new life, free of the past.
[exhales]
[vent grate rattling]
[soft, hopeful music]
[exhales]
- [vent grate rattling] - [gentle scraping sound]
EMILY (V.O.): That sound...
it came from my store.
[gentle scraping continues]
Sam?
Emily.
What are you doing...? Wha--
I was-- I was...
Ah, I was actually hoping to surprise you.
Well, mission accomplished!
SAM: And I didn't have any plans for Christmas Eve, so...
This is...
so kind.
I don't...
Hey, you, uh...
you don't have to say anything.
No, no, no, I want to. I just-- I don't...
I don't know how to thank you.
I'm-- I'm not used to being taken care of.
Yeah, I got that.
I think I was afraid.
Of, um...
That I just didn't-- that I...
I wouldn't know how to be vulnerable anymore.
I'm a patient man.
Yeah.
I know.
But...
you don't have to be.
♪
♪ You can leave the light on ♪
♪ Leave it on for me ♪
♪ You can leave the light on ♪
♪ I'm coming home ♪
♪ You can leave the light on ♪
♪ Leave it on for me ♪
♪ You can leave the light on ♪
♪ I'm coming home ♪
♪
So, um...
it's snowing outside.
You wanna go for a walk?
I really do.
In your reindeer slippers?
Um, yeah, I gotta go change.
Alright, I'll clean this up.
Okay.
Hey...
♪ You can leave the light on ♪
♪ Leave it on for me ♪
♪ You can leave the light on ♪
♪ I'm coming home ♪
♪ You can leave the light on ♪
♪ Leave it on for me... ♪
- [door bells jingling] - See you in a sec.
SAM: Yeah.
Okay, bye!
[door closes]
[phone ringing]
Wilner.
- [door bells ringing] - I'm back!
You ready?
Sam?
Everything okay?
[sombre music]
I noticed a discrepancy in your background check.
You said you lived with your aunt and uncle
on the west coast, but in your file,
it mentions they've always lived in Maine.
Did I say "west coast"? I meant "east coast."
Ah.
I figured it was something like that.
But I did a little digging.
I can't help myself; I like to be thorough.
Couldn't find much on you.
But that didn't raise any red flags...
- Sam... - Until now.
Until my supervisor called to order me
to drop all inquiries into Emily Lane.
He wouldn't say where that came from
but I'm guessing it was pretty high up the ladder.
- You don't understand. - Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me you haven't been lying to me.
[sighs]
Alright, then, well,
I just have one question for you, Emily Lane...
Who are you, really?
[dramatic music]
♪