Father Dowling Mysteries (1989) s03e10 Episode Script

SANTA: Merry Christmas.
WOMAN [OVER PA]: Attention,
shoppers, don't forget to visit
SANTA: Merry
Christmas. Ho, ho, ho, ho.
All items priced under $5.
BRADSHAW:
Congratulations, Mrs. Martin.
- Here's the key to your locker.
- That's it?
- I got the job?
- You can start right now.
With this Christmas rush, we
need all the help we can get.
Right away?
Is there a problem?
There's a personal matter
I have to take care of.
If I'm back in a hour,
would that be okay?
I think we can wait that long.
- Welcome to Hinshaw's, Mrs. Martin.
- Thank you very much.
Ahem. Hello, Miss Bradshaw.
Can I have one of those
forms for the Employees Club?
Somehow I didn't have you
pegged as the social type, Pulver.
Ah, you'd be surprised.
[SPORTSCASTER SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]
Ahem. What, are you crazy?
[TURNS RADIO OFF]
Come on. It's boring in here.
Hey, so is a 20-year
stretch in the joint.
I gotta go out for a while.
You stay here till I get back.
And keep the noise down.
Where you going? We
got business to do here.
Take it easy. I'll be back.
Is something wrong?
Just a loose end,
but I found out in time.
I'm gonna go take care of it.
[SCOFFS]
PHILIP: Sister Stephanie.
It is very, very
precarious up here.
Well, look at it this way, Phil,
you're a little nearer to heaven.
Yes, but I don't wanna
get there just yet.
Ah! Now I've
dropped the garland.
Why don't you let me do it if
you're worried about being up there?
I'm not worried about being up here.
I'm worried about falling down there.
- Would you hold the ladder steady?
- Yes.
Father Dowling?
Wendy.
- How are you?
- I'm fine, Father.
Good. Steve.
Nice to see you again.
Sister Stephanie,
this is Wendy Martin.
- Sister Stephanie.
- Hi. Call me Steve.
Frank's told me
so much about you.
- Welcome to Chicago.
- Oh, thank you.
I've only been here a week and
Father Dowling's made me feel
like an old friend.
Mm. Is there something you need?
Yes. Your help.
Whatever we can do.
I spent the whole
week looking for a job
and today I found one at
Hinshaw's Department Store.
- That's great.
- That's wonderful.
But the problem is they
want me to start right away.
I just have enough time to
go home and get changed,
but that means there's
no one to meet Brian.
- Who's Brian?
- My son. He's 8 years old
and staying with his
grandma in Montana.
He's due in on the
noon flight, for Christmas,
but I can't be two
places at once.
I need this job so badly.
You're the only
person I know to turn to.
Well, I think we can help
you out, can't we, Steve?
Sure, I'll meet
Brian. It's no problem.
- Oh, would you? STEVE: Sure.
Oh, thanks.
If you could bring Brian here,
I can pick him up on my
way back to Hinshaw's.
They have a daycare room.
I'll probably need a
note or something.
They're not gonna hand over
Brian just to anybody, not even a nun.
Yes. I thought of that.
This and my driver's
license, will that do?
Great. That'll do it.
I don't know how to thank you.
You know, Wendy, it would help
if I knew what Brian looked like.
Oh, of course.
Blond hair, blue
eyes, just like his dad.
Thank you both so much.
That's what we're here for.
Thanks again. I'll see
you in about an hour.
- Mm-hm.
- Okay.
- Nice lady.
- Very.
So I guess you can probably
handle the decorations
with Father
Prestwick alone, huh?
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Just a moment.
Merry Christmas.
I thought you'd remember me.
No. Please.
[SILENCED GUNSHOT]
Heh, you know, when I was a boy,
my parents always put
up all the decorations early,
before they went to Europe.
Why decorate at all if you
spend Christmas in Europe?
Oh, no, Mama and Papa
went abroad. I stayed at home.
I had so many allergies,
my parents were afraid that
traveling might be too strenuous.
They were always
worrying about me.
So I learned to spend
Christmas alone.
Well, if you're not busy
for Christmas dinner
We'd love to have
you join us, Phil.
Well, really? I'll be there.
Thank you.
Mm. Come early. We open
presents right after breakfast.
I'll be there very early.
Not too early.
No.
STEVE: Well, we found
each other. FRANK: Oh.
Everybody, this is Brian.
- Brian, this is Father Dowling.
- Hello, Brian.
This is Mrs. Gillespie.
- Hi. STEVE: And this
is Father Prestwick.
Hello.
Hi.
He's very quiet.
He's probably scared.
FRANK: Hmm.
I suppose Sister Stephanie told you
that your mom's starting a new job.
She told me.
Mm.
Well, would you like to help us
put up the Christmas decorations?
I already did that last
week at my friend's house.
Oh.
Well, you can do it
again here, with us.
Do you know what you want
Santa to bring you for Christmas?
My mom's gonna
get me a robot maybe.
Well, that sounds great.
I guess.
It's hard to leave your friends and
your school at Christmas, isn't it?
I don't care much
about Christmas.
Your mom told me that your
dad died about this time last year.
You know, it's difficult to feel
sad when everyone is happy.
But it's okay to miss your dad.
You know, Brian,
sometimes the Christmases
that we remember best
are the hard ones.
Like the years you're sick
or someone you love dies
or there's a war on and
everybody's worrying.
But we remember,
because no matter what
happens, Christmas brings us hope.
People remember
what's important.
Kindness, love, family, friends.
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
Say, I finished with the
shepherds and wise men.
How about some milk and cookies
over at the rectory? Come on.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
I'll get it.
I'm never gonna get these stars
done in time without any help.
Oh, Brian, could you hand
me some of that snow, please?
It's cotton.
FRANK: Oh.
[CLANCY SHIVERS]
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
I would have been here sooner,
but Christmas is running
the department off its feet.
Scams, pickpockets,
drunk drivers.
Someone even broke
into a costume shop
and stole Santa Claus suits.
Figure that one.
Oh, these are clothes
for the homeless kids.
- Everyone at the precinct chipped in.
- Thank you, Clancy.
- Bless you.
- Would you care for a cookie?
Oh, thanks, but I'm running.
Clancy, this is Brian Martin.
He's visiting us for a while.
Sergeant Clancy
is a police officer.
She's got a really cool
badge and everything.
Merry Christmas, Brian.
Hi.
Well, I'll see you
later. Merry Christmas.
ALL: Merry Christmas.
Oh, dear, I've got it.
[BRIAN SIGHS]
When's my mommy coming?
You know, I was about to
ask myself that same question.
I'm gonna call her and see
if she's on her way, okay?
[PHONE RINGING]
[GRUNTS]
[RINGING CONTINUES]
[LINE RINGING]
She must be on her way.
Well, maybe she got snarled
up in the Christmas traffic
and had to make a choice,
coming here to pick up Brian
- Or go to Hinshaw's to keep that job.
- Hmm.
- Are you worried?
- Are you?
- Let's go down to Hinshaw's.
- And see if she's okay.
TULLY: And this one.
And
And that's it.
Okay, let's go.
TULLY: How about that loose end?
- Plugged.
Now, let's spread a
little Christmas cheer.
SANTA: Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
BRADSHAW: I gave her an hour
and that was over two hours ago.
This will be the first time I had to
fire someone before they started work.
Well, there must be
a very good reason
why Wendy hasn't turned up yet.
If she had a problem,
she should have phoned.
Maybe she wasn't able to.
- Maybe she's been in an
accident. BRADSHAW: Maybe.
On the other hand, you'd be
surprised how many people I've taken on
who don't have the right
attitude. They don't care.
No, not Wendy. I'm sure of it.
Look, she was delighted
to get this job. She needs it.
She's a widow and the sole
support of her little boy there.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I'm sorry. We have our rules.
What if somebody stood in
for her till she showed up?
Would you hold her job then?
It is Christmas.
Yes, I suppose I could agree
to that. If it could be arranged.
That's very kind of you.
Are you sure you wanna
do this? We've got a lot to do.
Frank, you don't want
her to lose her job, do you?
Maybe her phone is out of order.
Come on, Brian.
- Bye, Brian.
- Bye.
Who could you possibly get to stand
in for Mrs. Martin on such short notice?
Me.
FRANK: There we are.
Aha, Frank.
Oh, do you have your Santa Claus
suit for the retirement party tomorrow?
I've had one for seven years.
Phil, take care of
Brian for me, will you?
- Entertain him until I get back.
- Entertain him?
I have to pick up my Santa
suit. Where you going?
I've got a cab out there
and the meter's running.
[PHILIP SIGHS]
[PHILIP SIGHS]
Entertain.
Yes. Yes, of
course, nothing to it.
MILLER: You'll be a floater.
- We'll use you where we need you.
- Sounds like fun.
That's the right attitude.
Just remember, your job is
to promote customer interest
- and to move the merchandise.
- What about the Christmas spirit?
Yeah, well, that too. Come on.
SANTA: Ho, ho,
ho. Merry Christmas.
FRANK: Wait here for me.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
[GRUNTING]
[DOORBELL RINGS]
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Oh, dear God.
Yes, this is a
medical emergency.
A woman has been shot
at 2117 North Kenmore
and her vital signs look bad.
Will you send the
paramedics right away?
So here you go. Here's
your change and your receipt.
- Do you want me to wrap it for you?
- Hmph.
I guess not.
- Hi. Can I help you?
- Oh, yes.
I'd like to get this doll
for my granddaughter.
She's gonna love this.
She's spending the
holidays with me.
Poor thing, she
was so disappointed
she couldn't go on
vacation with her parents.
So I wanna give her a
very merry Christmas.
I'm sure you'll do a great job.
Oh. Her name is Victoria.
Oh, what a beautiful name.
She's 6.
She's so adorable.
- Would you like to see her picture?
- Yes, I'd love to.
Here Where is
it? Here we are.
MILLER: Ahem.
- Aw, she's so
Oh. Oh, you're busy. I'm
sorry I took up your time.
No, that's all right.
That's all right.
How much is the doll?
She is
She is 69.95. Her
name is Lovable Lucy.
Pull the string and she talks.
DOLL: Hi. My name is Lucy.
What's yours?
Oh, I didn't realize
it was so much.
Oh, I have others that aren't so
much. Why don't I show you one?
No, I don't think so.
Well, you see, I brought
her here to see Santa
and she picked this one out.
Well, you know it is the thought
that counts, especially at Christmas.
Yes.
Well, she's just a little girl.
She had her heart
set on this one.
Let me check something. Don't
go away, all right? I'll be right back.
There's a lady over there who
wants one of those Lovable Lucy dolls.
Ugh, those things. I'm
sorry we ever stocked them.
The string pops off the
reel as soon as you pull it.
Really? Well, I noticed you had
some that were returned here.
She complaining
because it doesn't work?
No, she thinks
it's too expensive.
Then sell her something else.
Well, what if I sold her
one of these broken ones.
If you can get her to take it.
STEVE: If the
price is right, maybe.
MILLER: Ten bucks.
- Okay. Thanks.
- Sure.
How's $10?
Really?
Oh, that's wonderful.
DOLL: I love you.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Oh, you're so kind.
Oh, don't mention it.
- Are you sure it's all right?
STEVE: Oh, I'm sure it's all right.
Have a really merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to you too.
- Oh, and thank you so very much.
- You're welcome.
Did you fix that doll?
What do you think I am, some
kind of mechanical genius?
Listen, Steve, why
don't you take a break?
- Go get some coffee or something.
- You sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.
- Thanks.
Thanks.
[SIGHS]
SANTA 1: It's all right.
[SANTAS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
STEVE: Excuse me.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas to you too.
Um, do either of
you guys carry guns?
What for?
- I don't know. Security?
SANTA 2: No way.
Heh. We're not security.
We're Santa Claus.
But I just saw one of
you Santas with a gun.
- Ah, must've been a toy.
- Yeah.
Yeah. That may be.
Listen, tell me, how many
Santas are they here today?
Well, let's see.
There's ten of us,
but I think they hired a couple more
because I counted 12 this morning.
Hmm. Can't have too
many Santas, right?
- Merry Christmas.
- Yeah. Merry Christmas to you too.
- And a Happy New
Year. STEVE: Thank you.
- She's cute.
- She is.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
PHILIP: You did it again.
- No matter where I go, you win.
- Mm-hm.
How do you do that?
I already showed you.
Right. Right.
[PHILIP SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
This is a child's game.
You have had a
lot more practice.
[PHILIP SIGHS]
I'll tell you what, Brian.
How would you like to
go and visit Santa Claus?
Okay. If you want.
Great. He's over at
Hinshaw's Department Store.
Let's go.
WOMAN: Mm-hm.
Hey, it's really good.
[KEYPAD CLACKING]
It's okay. I work here.
[LINE RINGING]
WOMAN: I'll take this.
CLERK: You like it gift-wrapped?
WOMAN: No, thanks.
[PHONE RINGING]
[LINE RINGING]
Thanks. Merry Christmas.
PARAMEDIC: Excuse
me. Coming through.
Oh, I don't think you'll
find any prints besides hers.
It wasn't a robbery.
Her purse was untouched
and nothing of value is missing.
Could be that she came
in and surprised a burglar.
She was here first.
She had time to change her
clothes. That's what kept her alive.
Well, didn't you notice the
metal buttons on her jacket?
There was one right
next to her heart.
Well, that button got
chipped. The bullet deflected.
Another quarter of an inch
and she'd be dead already.
As it is, it's gonna be a
miracle if she pulls through.
Well, the button could have
got chipped during the struggle.
- What struggle?
- The broken vase.
Oh, no, no. She
broke that to alert me.
You see, I think
the killer stood right
here in the doorway,
facing her when she
opened it. A professional.
- How'd you work that out?
- Single shot, aimed at the heart.
My guess is that you'll find
a motive back in Montana.
Back in her past.
She hasn't been in Chicago
long enough to make enemies.
Have you left anything
for us cops to do?
FRANK: Mm-hm.
Find out who did it.
Are you still on break?
Not really, but, you know,
there's a Santa around here
Yes, I know. They work here.
And so do you. Come
on, we need you in toys.
SANTA: You run along,
okay? And be a good boy.
You too, Max. And
remember, I'll be watching.
Come here, now. Let's see.
[SANTA LAUGHS]
I'll bet I know what
you want for Christmas.
You want a doll.
But, Mr. Miller, I think
you should check to see
if one of your
Santas packing a gun.
This whole thing is ridiculous.
I'm sure you didn't see
what you think you saw.
But I did.
One of the Santas I talked to said
that there are more of them here
- than there's supposed to be.
- Well, that's impossible.
Why don't you count
them yourself and find out?
Because I've got more
important things to do.
- Excuse me.
- Mr. Miller, look.
Something really weird is
going on here, you know.
- I'm just trying to figure out what it is.
- End of conversation.
Stop worrying about things
that don't concern you, Steve.
Move these toys.
He took him to Hinshaw's?
Yeah, to see Santa
Claus. I suggested it.
Well, it's okay, isn't it?
To have a little
Christmas fun, why not?
It may be the last for
him in a long while.
Marie, his mother's been shot.
[GASPS]
Oh, how terrible.
Oh, that poor woman.
And just at Christmas.
What kind of a world
are we living in, Father?
Let's pray for her, Marie.
Oh, you bet. And for
that poor little boy too.
Frank?
Clancy.
- Any news? How is she?
- She's still unconscious.
However, we did get
an interesting reply
from the state
police in Montana.
- And?
- You were right, Frank.
A year ago, Wendy Martin
and her husband were out
shopping for kid's clothes
and they walked straight
into a jewelry-store heist.
Her husband was shot and killed.
And the killer got away but
Wendy got a good look at him.
Unfortunately, she
never got to make an ID
- because the guy was never found.
- So there's your motive.
Now, the killer must
be right here in Chicago.
And somehow he and
Wendy ran into each other,
and he gunned her down
since she was the only
witness who could identify him.
You say they went shopping
for children's clothes?
That's what the report says.
Well, don't you usually take a child
along to make sure the clothes fit?
Absolutely.
I'll bet you anything that Brian
was on that shopping trip too.
Which means that
he saw everything.
Including the face of the
man who murdered his father.
And that man is
after him right now.
Where's the boy?
He's at Hinshaw's Department Store
and he could be in terrible danger.
PHILIP: You're next, Brian.
You get to tell Santa what you
want for Christmas. Isn't this exciting?
Yes, sir.
Hey, when I was a boy,
I didn't get to see Santa.
My father explained to me
that Santa was a pagan symbol
grafted onto
Christianity after the fact.
He made a rather convincing
argument for that point of view,
but even so I was disappointed.
You're a lucky boy,
Brian, aren't you?
Yes, sir.
And have a very
merry, merry Christmas.
Next. Come up here, sonny,
and tell me what you want
Santa to bring you for Christmas.
[PHILIP CHUCKLES]
Go on, Brian. Santa
wants to talk to you.
- He's shy. SANTA: Ho, ho, ho.
Don't be afraid of Santa, Brian.
Come sit on my lap
and tell me what your very
favorite, favorite toys are.
Go on. Go on, go on.
Come on, Brian.
Come on.
Well, Brian, have you been
a good boy this year, huh?
That's good.
And what do you
want for Christmas?
Hmm?
Brian?
Where you going?
- Excuse me, I'm sorry.
- Excuse me.
- Brian!
- Is that boy with you?
I'm looking after him.
He's disappeared.
I'll find him for you, Father.
Brian?
You know, actually, you are
not the first one to complain
about this doll, but if you
just give me a minute here
Hold on. One second.
FRANK: Steve?
I'm sorry. This gentleman
over here will help you.
Merry Christmas.
I was gonna call you. Something
really strange is going on here.
There are too many Santas
and I think I just saw
one of them with a gun.
What? What's the matter?
Steve, Wendy Martin's been shot.
- What?
- She's still unconscious.
The doctor says it's touch and
go. It's a miracle she's still alive.
And I think that Brian
could be in danger too.
- Now, where is he?
- But you took him.
No, Father Prestwick
brought him back here.
- Frank. You're not gonna believe
- Where is Brian?
Well, that's I took him to see
Santa and he suddenly ran away.
But you were supposed
to be taking care of him.
I was. He suddenly disappeared.
- Well, let's go find him.
- I'll notify security.
MILLER: Steve.
Listen, I'm gonna have
to fire you if you don't
Mr. Miller, I'm sorry, I quit.
Merry Christmas.
Brian.
Brian.
- You lost your kid?
- Yeah.
- Come on, I'll help you look.
- Okay.
STEVE: Brian.
Brian.
WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Your attention, please.
A small boy named Brian Martin
is lost somewhere in the store.
He's 8 years old,
has blond hair
- Sorry, Father.
- Uh-huh.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.
Bring him to Information
on the main floor.
Thank you.
You know, I think
maybe we should split up.
I'm gonna look down that way.
- Okay, but give a yell if you find him.
- All right.
There you are.
I found him! Come here.
- No!
- Wait. Hey, hey, hey.
It's me. It's Steve.
Hey, hey, hey.
I'm not gonna hurt
you. What's wrong?
That man killed my daddy.
Pulver. Shouldn't you
be out in the main store?
Routine check, Miss Bradshaw.
Shoplifters should be
your main concern today.
Yes, Miss Bradshaw.
What is the problem here?
Nothing that won't hold.
- I'll take care of it later.
- Good. Now, please get back up front.
Yes, ma'am.
Don't worry, Brian. Everything's
gonna be okay, all right?
I'm gonna get us out of here.
What are you gonna
do, pray or something?
Maybe.
Maybe, but not right now,
because God helps
those who help themselves.
So let's try to find a way
to get out of here, all right?
Come on.
[CLANCY SIGHS]
- No luck?
- I have been over this place
- from top to bottom.
- He's gotta be somewhere here.
Unless whoever shot the
kid's mother got to him first.
Oh, my goodness. And
it would all be my fault.
Father. I think I know
where the boy is.
- You saw him?
- Yes. He was wandering around lost,
- and this woman took him away.
- What woman?
I don't know. She
was young, slim, pretty,
wearing a long blue dress.
- Steve.
- Oh, where did they go?
- They left the store.
- You sure?
PULVER: Yes, ma'am.
- When was that?
Couldn't be more than
five, ten minutes ago.
- Thanks.
- Probably took him home to his mom.
Why didn't Steve
bring the boy to us?
Maybe her first thought
was to get him out of here
- and somewhere safe.
- Well, I don't like it, Clancy.
- Something is wrong.
- Oh, come on, Frank.
If they're on the street,
we'll pick them up.
Now, my bet is that they'll both turn
up at St. Michael's safe and sound.
Well, I hope you're right.
We'll go back, but if
you hear anything
I'll call you.
MAN 1: Merry Christmas.
MAN 2: Yeah, merry Christmas.
MAN 3: Merry Christmas.
WOMAN: Merry Christmas.
Store is closed.
MAN 1: Merry Christmas.
MAN 2: Merry Christmas to you.
MAN 3: Good night.
MAN 4: Night, you guys.
MAN 5: Take care, man.
WOMAN 1: Happy
Holidays. WOMAN 2: You too.
MAN 6: Drive safely home.
Get behind the counter.
Get down.
SANTA: Am I glad that's
over for another year.
Come on, Ed. Where's
your Christmas spirit?
I'm surprised I've got any
left at all after this grind.
I do. Come on
I'll buy you a beer.
Eh, thanks anyway, but
I'm going over to my sister's.
- Ah, you're lucky you got a family.
- I sure am.
Yeah, I got nobody.
Hey, man, that's a bummer.
Hey, why don't you come
over to my sister's with me?
- She won't mind?
- It's Christmas.
Hey, hey, show's over, huh?
Merry Christmas. Go home.
This guy's a fanatic,
I'm telling you.
Brian, why don't
you look over there?
For what?
I don't know yet.
BRIAN: Hmm.
For this.
Well, I'm gonna go
home and soak in a tub
- for maybe a couple of weeks.
- Sounds good.
- Merry Christmas to you.
- Same to you.
[SIGHS]
We are gonna be
out of here in no time.
You ever drill
through a door before?
There's a first
time for everything.
[DRILL WHIRRING]
Well, place is empty.
Everyone's cleared out except you.
Guess you don't have any family,
huh? I mean, volunteering for this shift.
Ah, there's different ways
to celebrate Christmas.
Pacing an empty store?
Which reminds me, we
ought to take one more look
Already did. Even the
mice have taken a vacation.
Ah, well, just the
same we You know?
- Look, you have family, don't you?
- Yeah.
Then why keep them waiting
any longer than they have to?
Yeah, I guess it's all right.
Look, any thieves bust in here,
you wish them a merry
one for me, all right?
- I'll do that.
- Take it easy.
PULVER: Tully.
All right, come on,
get the lead out.
[DRILL WHIRRING]
- Frank, we've got a problem.
- What problem, Phil?
When we go to the retirement home,
shouldn't just one of us play Santa?
Won't two Santas be too many?
- Too many Santas?
- My point exactly.
Now, I'm perfectly
willing to step aside.
Steve tried to tell me that,
something odd at the store.
Too many Santas.
- Well, what's your point, Frank?
- I'm not sure.
What do you think, Tully?
It's gonna take me a while to
get through with the oxyacetylene.
How long?
Oh, ten, 15 minutes.
Let's get to it. There's a lot
of Christmas cash in there.
[WHIRRING STOPS]
What's the matter?
Drill broke.
Now you gonna pray?
That is not a bad idea.
You wanna help me?
Are we in bad trouble?
No, we're gonna be okay.
Father Dowling is
gonna be looking for us.
- And Sergeant Clancy.
- Sure.
So we got all this time to kill.
What should I say?
Well, you just have to think it.
God can hear
what you're thinking.
- He can?
- Yeah, he can.
I'm gonna pray for my
mommy to come back.
Oh, that's wonderful news.
Thank you so much for calling.
Wendy has regained consciousness
and the doctor says
she's gonna be all right.
Oh, thank the Lord.
Yes, indeed, Phil, he gives
Christmas presents too.
[CHUCKLES]
Why home to his mom?
What?
That security guard.
He said, "She probably
took him home to his mom."
That's a reasonable
assumption, Frank.
Well, why not just home?
Or to his folks or to
his mom and dad?
And how did he know that
Steve wasn't his mother?
- I don't follow you, Frank.
- Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Clancy said
that some costumes were stolen.
It was staring me in
the face all the time.
It was?
Too many Santas.
Sergeant Clancy, please.
This is an emergency.
Mm-hm.
How much longer?
Ah, about five more minutes.
- I'll be right back.
- Where you going?
I'm gonna take care of that
unfinished business, but don't worry.
I'll be back before
he has that cut open.
[PULVER CHUCKLES]
Ho, ho, ho.
All right, come on out.
All right, come on, I got
no time to fool around.
All right, you wanna
play hide-and-seek?
[BRIAN WHIMPERING]
Come on out, kid.
I won't hurt you.
Come on. Good job.
PULVER: Party's over.
You bet it's over.
Don't move a muscle, pal.
Unless you don't wanna
be around for New Year's.
OFFICER 1: Hold it right there.
OFFICER 2: You have the right
to remain silent. Anything you say
Steve. Thank God
we got here in time.
Yeah, well, you cut it a little close,
but at least you made it, Frank.
I should have
figured it out sooner.
Yeah, well, we're not
complaining, are we, Brian?
I should've finished you
off when I had the chance.
Yeah. Merry
Christmas to you too.
Brian? Are you all right?
Yes, but I didn't get to tell Santa
what I wanted for Christmas.
Hey, you did better than that.
You told his boss, and
I know he heard you.
PHILIP: Mm.
Perfect?
It's beautiful.
Would you like to turn
the lights on, Brian?
[ALL GASPING AND CHUCKLING]
STEVE: Now, we
have something for you.
A robot.
Good news, everyone.
I just radioed in and
they're expecting him.
I got a squad car
parked right out front.
Brian, what Christmas present
would you like best of all?
How would you like to
go riding in a police car
with the lights flashing and
the sirens going and everything?
Tell him, Frank.
FRANK: Your mother woke up.
She's feeling much better,
and the doctor says
she can have a visitor.
One visitor.
And guess who
that one visitor is.
- Who, me?
- Heh, heh. Go on.
CLANCY: Heh. Come on, Brian.
You can turn on the siren so
your mom knows we're on our way.
Merry Christmas, everybody.
ALL: Merry Christmas.
And God bless us, every one.
Where have I heard that before?
Merry Christmas,
Sister Stephanie.
Merry Christmas, Father Dowling.