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♪♪♪

♪ 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 ♪

[Snoring]

Santa: Huh?

♪♪♪

Puppet: Wizz!

[Chugging sounds]

♪♪♪

♪ Deck the halls with cans of Wizz ♪

♪♪♪

- And cut.

That was great, can the puppet move just

a little bit faster?

Actually, a lot faster.

Sloan: Well, it's a Bunraku puppet.

- It's a what?

Sloan: A Bunraku puppet, it just has a movement

that's more fluid.

- Right but can he, can he still be fluid but just

a little bit faster?

Just a tad faster.

- Yeah, can you just give it that like

crazy Christmas feel?

- Crazy Christmas, here we go.

Sloan: Oh.

- And let's roll.

♪♪♪

- And cut.

That's great, thank you.

All right, hold on a second, guys, one second.

♪♪♪

- Do what you need to do.

- Uh, hey, guys.

Why don't we have a little chat?

The agency is not happy, I'm sorry.

I mean, you guys are great, but it's just, you know,

it's not really what we talked about

or what they envisioned.

And unfortunately I'm going to have to

pull the plug on this.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

♪♪♪

[Train horn blows]

♪♪♪

[Train horn blows]

[Bell rings]

[Train horn blows]

[Rustling sounds]

- Watch your step, folks, watch your step.

Sloan: Oh, God.

Oh!

Kay-Kay.

Come on, Kay, I know you're here.

I get it, you're the most awesome,

deadliest sniper in the world.

Kay: Boo-yah!

[Laughs]

I tracked you from the second you got off the train.

I was like two feet behind you at one point,

could practically smell your fear.

What's wrong with you?

Sloan: Had a rough couple days.

Kay: This proves my theory.

Just because you've got a pretty face,

doesn't mean the world falls at your feet.

Sloan: You're not helping. Kay: Just saying.

Sloan: Stop talking. Kay: Roger that.

What the hell is in this thing?

Sloan: Oh, just my entire life.

Kay: Drama?

Sloan: Lost my job, rent went up, roommates moved out,

so here I am, Merry Christmas.

Kay: Merry Christmas.

Sloan: I was being facetious. Kay: Oh.

♪♪♪

Sloan: So, has the onslaught of holiday cheer begun?

Kay: Oh yeah, all good.

Sloan: Fantastic.

Kay: You're really in a mood.

Sloan: I'm having an existential crisis.

Kay: Ooh, that's a nice little luxury.

Always good to have "me" time.

What's this one about?

Sloan: Losing the job was kind of a major blow.

Things just spiraled down from there.

Kay: Come on, it could be worse.

I've lost tons of jobs, you can't let it get you down,

you'll regroup.

Sloan: Kay, thanks for walking me home.

Kay: No problemo.

Coming over later?

Sloan: What do you mean, what's happening?

Kay: What do I look like, a Sherpa?

I haven't seen you in like a year, we're hanging out,

that's what's happening.

Sloan: Okay, yeah I'll text you.

Kay: I don't have a cell phone anymore.

Sloan: Why not?

Kay: Don't like being tracked.

Here, take this, got 120 private frequency codes on it.

Sloan: Oh my God. Kay: See you.

[Hums "Joy to the World"]

Sloan: Mom?

[Door closes]

I'm home.

Dad?

[Rustling sounds]

[Rustling sounds]

[Keys clinging]

[Sighs softly]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Hi, Maureen Kelly, please.

Yeah, I'm her granddaughter.

Well, do you know where she went?

[Engine revs]

Grandma!

Maureen: Miss you, old coot.

Sloan: Grandma.

Maureen: Sloanie, what are you doing here?

Sloan: I came to see you.

You know, the holidays and all?

What are you doing?

Maureen: Oh, what do you think I'm doing?

I'm sharing a drink with your grandfather.

Good boy.

Sloan: We sure do miss you, Grandpa.

Maureen: Nice to have you home, kiddo.

Sloan: Yeah, came home to an empty house.

Totally forgot mom and dad were going on that cruise.

Maureen: Uh, I certainly didn't.

Those two knuckleheads have been out of their minds

for months, total chaos.

You'd think they'd never been on a trip before.

Sloan: Thanks for the car, by the way,

it's a really nice gift.

Maureen: What?

Sloan: They didn't tell you?

Great.

They gave me your car for Christmas, that's my gift,

I'm sorry.

[Laughs]

Maureen: It's okay, your father keeps taking it

away from me.

Said I shouldn't be behind the wheel.

Peripheral vision isn't what it used to be.

Sloan: I'm not going to take your car if you

still want it, grandma.

Maureen: Probably be best if you do.

I think I hit a jogger last week.

Sloan: Are you kidding me?

Maureen: I heard something bump beneath the wheel.

Maybe it was a pothole, I don't know.

Sloan: Not taking your car.

Maureen: Take it.

[Laughs]

It's a gas guzzler any way.

Sloan: Well, thank you.

[Waves breaking]

[Engine revs]

Listen, Grandma, the front desk said you don't always

tell them where you're going.

Maureen: You're damn right I don't.

This is a retirement community,

not an insane asylum.

I came here on my own because I have friends here,

good friends, and we have a blast.

Oh, you going to come around later for the dancing?

Sloan: What dancing?

Maureen: Tango lessons, twice a week,

and a big Milonga once a month.

Sloan: Really?

Maureen: What do you think I am,

some old senile hermit who lives in a shack

and craps her pants?

Sloan: God, no, Grandma, ugh.

Maureen: See you later, kiddo.

[Vocalizes festive tango music]

[Vocalizes festive tango music]

[Gears grinding sounds]

Sloan: Ooh.

♪♪♪

♪ Around the clock boogie woogie nonstop ♪

♪ When Christmas comes around ♪

♪ Christmas comes around

Sloan: No, come on.

No, no, no, please.

[Groans]

[Sighs]

[Engine floods]

[Engine floods]

[Sighs]

Dammit.

[Dog barks in distance]

[Engine revs in distance]

[Bell rings]

Ooh.

Santa: Wha, da, da, da, da da, da, da, da, da, da,

Dah, da, da, da, dah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Yeah.

[Chugging sounds]

Huh?

Hey, hey, Sloan.

Sloan: Hey, Santa.

Santa: Yeah.

Whoa!

Whoa, ho.

Sloan: Whoa, ouch.

Santa: Ooh.

Sloan: What's he doing?

Santa: Whoa, huh?

Sloan: What is that?

Santa: Oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Sloan: Hey, where are you going?

What about my toys and treats?

Santa: Dah, da, da, dah, da, da.

Oh, Merry Christmas to me.

Dah, dah, dah, da, dah.

Oh.

♪♪♪

[Car honks]

Sloan: Oh, oh!

[Pants]

[Groans]

Kay: Oh yes, cocktails, uh.

♪♪♪

Sloan: Hey, Kay, you ever get the feeling that

nothing you do actually matters all that much?

Kay: Oh great, drunk, sad, philosophical Sloan

showed up.

Sloan: It's like no matter how hard you try,

put yourself out there, take a risk,

follow your bliss or whatever,

it's not going to make a difference.

You're not going to get anywhere.

Kay: Like Sisyphus.

Sloan: Yes, exactly.

I am that stupid guy, except my boulder doesn't get

anywhere near the top of the mountain before it rolls

back down on me again.

Corner pocket.

Anyway, that's how it felt when I lost that job.

Like nothing really mattered.

I didn't matter.

Kay: Hey, jack hole, you had a bit of a setback,

deal with it.

Control your mind, don't let it control you.

Sloan: Who says that?

Kay: My commanding officer.

Sloan: You don't have a commanding officer.

Kay: I absolutely do have a commanding officer.

Sloan: In paintball?

Kay: Don't judge what you don't understand, my friend.

Sloan: I will tell you what I understand.

That guy understands

what everybody in the world understands.

Money, it's the only thing that matters.

Money matters most.

That's right.

Kay: Want another beer? Sloan: Several.

[Laughs]

Kay: You okay?

[Laughs]

Sloan: I think my life flashed before my eyes.

Kay: Seriously, just this moment?

You cannot be that drunk.

Sloan: No, no, no, no, just today, on my way home,

I fell on the ice, I fell really hard.

[Laughs]

I hit my head so hard.

Ow!

Kay: Ooh, that is a doozie all right.

Eh, but it ain't going to kill you.

Sloan: No, no, no, listen, listen.

Right before I hit the ground,

I saw like every single moment in my life real fast.

Like simultaneously.

Kay: That time when we set off the stink bombs

in third grade and everybody freaked out?

Sloan: No. Yes, but no.

[Laughs]

Kay-Kay, Kay-Kay, what I saw, what I remember,

I was real little and I saw someone bury something.

Kay: A body? Sloan: No.

Big bag.

It was a big bag being buried.

Kay: What was in the bag?

Sloan: I don't know, I just remember a big bag

being buried.

Why are we whispering?

Kay: Who was burying the bag?

Sloan: Santa Claus.

Kay: Okay.

Sloan: Santa Claus.

Kay: Get inside, you lightweight.

Sloan: A little man named Santa Claus.

Kay: Uh-huh. All right.

Sloan: See ya. Kay: Bye.

Sloan: Love you. Kay: I love you.

Sloan: Santa Claus.

Kay: Make good choices.

♪♪♪

Sloan: What are you making, Grandpa?

Grandpa: Then just wind it around here.

[Laughs]

Pull it through.

All right, and... that's it, there you go, Sloanie.

♪♪♪

Sloan: That's so cool, Grandpa.

I can do it.

♪♪♪

What, no, no.

No, no, no, wait, what?

What the... where the hell?

Seriously?

Mr. Skillin: Sloan, how the heck are you?

Sloan: Hey, Mr. Skillin.

Mr. Skillin: Well, a year goes by fast, doesn't it?

Good to see you.

Sloan: Hey, good to see you too.

Did you see a rambler parked over here?

A white rambler.

Mr. Skillin: A rambler, can't say that I have.

Sloan: Oh my god.

Oh my god, I think it might have been stolen.

I left the keys in it.

Andy: Uh, no, it got towed.

Hey, Sloan.

Uh, it was blocking our entrance when we drove up

this morning, couldn't get the trailer onto the lot.

Thing is a beast.

[Groans]

Okay, well sorry, I didn't know it was yours, all right?

Mr. Skillin: We started setting up at dawn.

Andy: Yeah.

Sloan: It's okay, it's my fault.

At least it wasn't stolen.

Andy: It's, it's probably down at Johnson's.

He's, he's doing towing now.

Hey, uh, Sloan, let me give you a ride.

Dad, we're going to be back in 30, all right?

Mr. Skillin: Make it snappy. Andy: All right.

That's a nice car though. Sloan: Yeah.

Andy: Where did you get it? Someone gave it to you?

Sloan: Grandma.

Andy: Or you buy that thing yourself?

Sloan: Why would I buy a rambler?

♪♪♪

Andy: So, you in town for a while?

Sloan: Through the holidays, yeah.

Andy: You still doing the, uh, puppet thing?

I always thought that was cool.

Sloan: Yeah, wicked cool, staying super busy,

just working nonstop.

A lot going on, so just like a nice break,

catching my breath.

Andy: You look cold.

Sloan: I look what?

Andy: Uh, cold.

Sloan: I thought you said you look old.

[Laughs]

Andy: Uh, no, you look, uh, exactly the same.

Do you want a hat or something?

We got a bunch in the back, it will help keep you warm.

Sloan: Does it look like your hat?

Because no thanks.

Andy: What is wrong with my hat?

[Laughs]

Sloan: I'm sure it's very warm.

Andy: Oh, come on.

Hey, uh, look I feel really bad about the tow,

why don't you let us pay for it, all right?

Sloan: Oh no, you don't have to do that,

it was totally my fault.

Andy: You sure?

Sloan: Thanks for the ride.

Andy: Hey, uh, Sloan.

I know you're just here for the holidays

but if you're looking to pick up some extra cash,

we've got a spot available.

Sloan: At the Christmas tree lot?

Andy: Yeah, my dad is going up to the farm soon

to help my mom and, you know, since I've got this.

Sloan: Oh, right, that figure skating accident,

couldn't land that triple axle.

Andy: Yeah, you know, it's really tougher than it looks,

it's all about the technique.

Yeah, hockey, smart ass.

Well, you know, we pay real money,

$12 an hour off the books plus tips.

Sloan: That's really nice of you, Andy, but--

Andy: But you've got bigger fish to fry?

Sloan: Something like that.

See you around.

Andy: All right, see you.

I really didn't say old, you know?

Sloan: Uh-huh.

[Engine starts]

[Coughs]

Hi, I'm here to pick up my car.

The '63 Rambler.

Mr. Johnson: Yeah, that came in this morning.

I got, I got paperwork here.

Hey, I know you.

Sloan: Oh yeah?

Mr. Johnson: Yeah, you're the girl from the high school

with the, the stick figures, the drawing, and the dolls.

You went to school with my daughter, Amanda Johnson.

I like that little puppet show you did for graduation,

that was nice.

Sloan: Yeah, all that useless stuff,

that's right, that's me.

Mr. Johnson: $175, cash.

Sloan: Are you kidding?

I don't have $175.

Mr. Johnson: Then I guess you don't got a car.

Sloan: Hi there, I was calling about the job posting

that you guys had list...

Um.

Okay.

Um, after the holidays, I don't know,

I don't know if I'll be around but okay,

I'll keep that in mind.

Can I speak to someone about the,

the position I saw online?

Was wondering if it is still--

Hi, I was just calling about, yes.

Yes, I can hold.

♪ Hey jingle bells jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way

♪ Oh what fun

Sloan: Was wondering if it is still available.

It is not.

Thanks a lot.

Merry Christmas to you too.

Are you hiring right now by any chance?

Nope, okay, that's just the pizza then.

Hi, Mom, hi, Dad, just wanted to call and say hi

because I'm home and you're not and it's Christmas

and that's weird.

But miss you guys and I don't know,

hope you're having a good time and I'll see you

back here when you're all tan and in the new year.

Okay, love you, bye.

♪♪♪

[Rustling sounds]

Kay: Sloan, are you sleeping, over.

Sloan, Sloan, Sloan, Sloan, Sloan.

[Groans]

Sloan, come in, over. Sloan: Coming.

Kay: Sloan. Sloan: Kay-Kay.

Kay: Sloannnnnnn! Sloan: Shut up.

Kay: Sloan!

[Grumbles]

Sloan: What are you squawking about?

Kay: Are you still sleeping?

Sloan, get over here on the double,

that is a direct order.

[Groans]

Sloan: Kay-Kay.

♪♪♪

Ow!

What the?

No, stop.

[Screams]

[Screams]

Kay: Cease fire, cease fire, Dale!

Come on, guys.

You okay?

Sloan: That hurt, dude.

Kay: You're not supposed to be in the kill zone

without gear.

Sloan: Did they have to shoot me?

Kay: Squad members are under strict orders to pellet

any unauthorized intruders.

All right, that's it!

Time's up, soldiers, get your gear and move out!

Sloan: Yeah, move out.

Kay: Oh.

Hey, Joy, Joy, good shooting today.

Woo.

Come on.

Sloan: You have no idea how much my life sucks right now.

Kay: Does it?

Because I think getting to hang out with yours truly

equals the opposite of suck.

Sloan: No, I know.

I'm really happy to see you, Kay-Kay.

I'm sorry I'm such a downer right now.

Kay: I'm sorry about your job.

Sloan: I worked so hard for this gig.

And they just pulled the plug,

right at the last minute like

we're going in a different direction,

and then it was over, just like that.

Kay: Harsh.

Okay, quick question, I know I should know this intel.

I am aware of that because, you know, friendship.

But, how exactly does one make money with puppeting?

Sloan: This was a commercial, Kay,

so it was going to be legit money.

I was counting on it to cover my expenses

for the next few months.

Or at least help me not freak out about bills

every single day.

Plus, it would have helped me land bigger gigs like in TV.

Kay: So, what are you going to do?

Sloan: I don't know.

I was not prepared to be broke over the holidays.

Kay: You should always be prepared.

The people who are not, lose their limbs and die.

Come with me, I know what will make you feel better.

♪♪♪

Okay, that's just insulting, give me, give this to me.

This is an AR-15, you've got to shoot it like you mean it.

Watch, learn.

Got it?

Okay, take it, it's got 250 balls in it.

Don't shoot it like a wimp, let her rip.

Boo-yah!

♪♪♪

Maureen: Hey, gals, they got great trees here, huh?

This one is nice.

Oh look, needles coming off, never mind.

Oh, that's a nice small one, I don't need a stool.

Yeah.

Oh, look at this one.

Sloan: Didn't they already put up a tree for you guys?

Maureen: That one is fake, it stinks of moth balls.

We prefer the fresh pine smell,

needles falling all over the floor, you know,

the real deal.

This one here.

Andy: You like this one, Mrs. Kelly?

Maureen: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Andy: Hey, Sloan.

Maureen: Oh, I think that's a beauty.

What do you think, Sloanie?

Sloan: How are you going to get it home?

Maureen: Well, that's why I called you,

we're going to put it on top of the Rambler.

Sloan: Yeah, the Rambler is in the shop.

Maureen: Damn.

Well, we're going to have to carry it then.

How much you want for this one, Andy?

Andy: This one is $40.

Maureen: We'll take it, tie it up.

Andy: Sure thing, Mrs. Kelly.

Maureen: Yeah, that's perfect.

Sloan: Hey.

Andy: Hey.

It's good seeing your grandma again, she's a hoot.

Sloan: Yeah.

By hoot, you mean someone who will eventually

drive you insane.

[Laughs]

Nah, she's all right.

I mean she's the only one in my family here now, so.

Andy: Oh my God.

Sloan, I'm, I'm so sorry, I had no idea.

Sloan: No.

My grandpa passed away last year,

my parents are just traveling.

I just mean my grandma is the only one here now.

Andy: Ah.

Maureen: Thank you, Andy.

Merry Christmas.

Andy: Merry Christmas to you.

Maureen: All right, gang, let's get to it.

All right, come on.

Don't push, don't push, all right?

That's it.

Sloan: So... Maureen: This way, this way.

Sloan: Get good tips, huh?

Andy: Well, your grandma just tipped me $50, so...

Sloan: What?

Andy: Well, $5, but, you know, adds up.

Want me to just deliver it?

Sloan: No, they got it.

Andy, I was thinking, um, if you guys still need help

around here, I guess I could, you know,

I could just lend a hand for, for a few weeks if you need.

I'll take the job, if it's still available.

Andy: Can you work nights?

Sloan: Yeah.

Andy: Great.

Maureen: The rope came off, the rope came off this end.

Elly, come around the front and help me with this thing.

Sloan: Here, let me get it.

Maureen: Oh, thank you.

Don't push though, okay?

[Laughs]

Andy: So these are balsam which are a bit more fragrant

than the rest.

Over here, we've got green spruces and fraser firs

which are tiered so there's more room for ornaments.

And over there we've got wreaths, garlands, hollies,

stands, and toppers.

We do deliver, but mostly you'll be wrapping up

and tying down.

Ooh, do you know how to tie a trucker's hitch?

Sloan: Can't be that hard.

Andy: Okay, that would be a no.

Uh, it's a bit tricky, I'll give you a lesson later.

And do you have any gloves?

Sloan: I got these.

[Laughs]

Andy: Cute but you might want to pick up some work gloves.

Sloan: Is that it?

Andy: That's it.

Sloan: Cool.

Seems easy enough.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Start at 7:00. - Yes.

Sloan: All right, I'm going to just hand that off to you,

you can get it tied up over there.

Okay?

Yep, there we go.

Yep, I'll just catch up to you in a minute.

- Oh!

Sloan: Sorry.

♪♪♪

[Pants]

Andy: Hey, how are you doing?

[Sighs]

Sloan: Just catching my breath.

So, are you going to tell me what you've been doing

these last few years?

[Laughs]

Andy: You make it sound like I've been on the lamb

or something.

Well, what do you want to know?

Sloan: I don't know, give me the highlights.

Andy: The highlights, okay.

Well, the last season I worked here was my senior

of college which was also the last time I saw you,

which was also around the time where you got all weird,

so I guess we could start there.

Sloan: I didn't get weird, how did I get weird?

Andy: Uh, yeah you did.

You were finishing up at Mecca and you got all dark

and arty emo weird.

Sloan: Okay, well we can argue that later, just,

go on with your story.

My eyes will be closed, but I'm totally listening.

Andy: Okay.

Let's see, the highlights.

Uh, I studied history at Bowdoin for a little bit,

then Marine Biology, and ended up with a degree

in Environmental Studies.

Worked on a fishing boat for a season,

tended bar at Bob's Pizza.

Then I moved to Boston where I was in a band

for a nanosecond.

We were completely awful and are you even awake?

Sloan: Yep, totally, yep, go on.

Andy: No that, that's it.

My dad wants to retire in a few years so I've joined the

family business full time.

Sloan: I guess I would have known all that if we had

stayed in better touch.

Andy: Well, you only have yourself to blame for that.

Sloan: Oh, really, it's all on me, huh?

Andy: Uh, yeah it is.

I mean right before you left for New York,

you basically just stopped talking.

Sloan: I don't even remember seeing you before

I left for New York.

Andy: Uh huh, my point exactly.

Mr. Skillin: So, think you can handle the glamorous world

of Christmas trees, Sloan?

Andy: Yeah, you got another week in you or is this it?

Mr. Skillin: You always had a way with the women, kid.

Andy: Night.

♪♪♪

Santa: Dah, da, da, da, dah, da, da, da, dah, da, dah,

da, da, da, da, da, da.

Merry Christmas to me.

Da, da, da, da, da, dah, da, da, da, dah, dah.

♪♪♪

Sloan: Why is he burying that?

What is that?

It's a treasure.

♪♪♪

Santa: Wait, how am I going to remember this spot?

I'm going to need a marker, yeah.

Uh, hmm, uh.

Ah, 55 Holly Star, yes, 55 Holly Star.

Sloan: 55 Holly Star.

55 Holly Star.

55 Holly Star.

55 Holly Star.

Kay-Kay, do you copy?

Kay: Sloan, what's the matter?

Over.

Sloan: Something has come up, meet me at the falls

in an hour.

Kay: Over. Sloan: Stat.

Kay: Over. Sloan: Copy.

Kay: You've got to say over,

it's imperative, over. Sloan: Over.

55 Holly Star.

Mr. Skillin: You okay there, Sloan?

Sloan: Yeah, thanks for letting me crash.

See you later, Andy.

Andy: All right.

[Waves crashing]

[Car honks]

Kay: What's up, what's so urgent?

Sloan: I saw what's in the bag, Kay-Kay.

It was there, it's real.

Kay: We already went through this,

Santa Claus burying something.

Sloan: Obviously it was someone dressed as Santa.

Kay: Who?

Sloan: I don't know, it could be anyone,

but I remembered another piece of it.

It came to me in a dream.

Kay: A dream?

No, no, no, you do not pull me out of tactical tag unit

to tell me about a dream.

Six, five, five, four-- Sloan: What are you doing?

Why are you counting?

Kay: I only give people six seconds to tell me

about dreams, three, two--

Sloan: Oh, forget about the dream,

the important part is the money.

What if it's still there just waiting for us to dig it up?

Kay: Wait, wait, hold up, back up, what money?

Sloan: That is what I'm trying to tell you,

there is cash in this bag, dude.

Like a lot of it.

Like a real life freaking buried treasure.

Kay: You do realize how crazy this sounds, right?

Sloan: Santa even gave himself a marker to remember

where he buried it.

55 Holly Star.

Kay: What the hell does that mean?

Sloan: I don't know, but I think it might be an address.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Kay: Okay.

Sloan: This is it, Kay, this is our moment.

This could change everything.

Kay: What do you mean?

Sloan: This could be like winning the lottery.

What are you going to do with your half of the money?

Kay: Buy a new truck.

Sloan: Come on, there could be like a million bucks

in this bag.

Kay: Two trucks.

Sloan: Forget the trucks.

Kay: What do you want me to say?

Sloan: Dude, I sell Christmas trees,

you work at a paintball park.

Kay: So?

Sloan: We find this money, you can do whatever

the hell we want.

I'm talking Beverly Hills, Bermuda, Buenos Aires,

you could own that paintball park.

I can have a new studio, my own theater,

I could have my own TV show.

Oh, it's right up here.

♪♪♪

OnStar: You have reached your destination.

♪♪♪

[Doors close]

Sloan: This can't be it.

This can't be it, how would I have gotten this far?

I was just a little kid and this is miles from town.

No, no, in my memory I followed Santa Claus

on foot, from my house, and then there were,

there were tons of trees, like it was a forest.

Something really did happen that night, Kay,

I am not making it up.

I know it sounds crazy.

Kay: All right, all right.

Try to establish some relevant facts.

How old do you think you were?

Sloan: I don't know, five maybe, four.

Really young, like barely a person.

What's the youngest age you can remember?

Kay: I hardly remember what I had for breakfast.

Sloan: I mean regular people.

Kay: Probably about three.

Sloan: How is anyone supposed to remember back that far?

That's impossible.

Kay: Control your mind, don't let it control you.

Sloan: You say that the other night?

Kay: Mm-hmm.

Sloan: Well, it's your commanding officer?

What does that have to do with anything?

Kay: Everything, actually.

It's all in the mind, memories.

You ever been hypnotized?

Sloan: So wait, you believe your commanding officer

has actual military mind control powers,

that's what you're saying?

Kay: I'm not saying anything more,

he is very private about what he knows.

Sloan: Oh, kind of like top secret.

Kay: Pretty much.

Sloan: Well, maybe that's because he doesn't really--

Gant: Doesn't really what?

Sloan: How did you get in here?

How did he get in here? Kay: I have no idea.

Gant: Doesn't really know anything?

Sloan: No, no, no.

Maybe he doesn't really-- isn't authorized--

Kay: Save yourself, save yourself.

Sloan: Doesn't want to declassify this kind of

information for civilian consumption, Sir.

Gant: I see.

Would you describe yourself as unusually morbid?

Sloan: No.

Gant: Prone to depression?

Sloan: Okay, what do these questions have

to do with hypnosis?

Gant: Staff Sergeant Kavanaugh said you experienced

a Class 1 N.D.E. Near Death Experience.

Need to know how to best handle that.

Sloan: Well, it's not like I traveled down a tunnel

of white light or anything.

It just kind of unlocked a piece of a memory

and I'm trying to get to the rest of it.

Gant: Hypnosis is a useful tool,

but it must be approached with extreme care

and the utmost caution.

[Laughs]

Sloan: Okay. I kind of doubt it's going to work at all,

if I'm being honest.

Not trying to be a jerk about it, I'm just,

I'm kind of hard to fool.

Gant: What do you do for a living, Sloan?

Sloan: I'm a puppeteer.

Gant: Excellent, an art form long and rich in tradition,

isn't it? Sloan: yeah.

Gant: Look at me, look at your hand, sleep.

[Laughs]

Kay: How the hell?

Gant: That's what you call a snap induction.

Give me that chair, Kavanaugh.

Kay: Oh yes, Sir.

Gant: I need you to go back as far as you can, Sloan.

Back to the first thing you can remember.

Falling backward, as far back as you can.

Now tell me: Where are you?

Sloan: I'm at the Saco drive in.

They're open one night during the winter, Christmas Eve.

Gant: How old are you?

Sloan: I'm 16.

Someone is there with me.

Gant: Stay relaxed, Sloan.

As you listen to my voice, feel yourself drifting back

even earlier, younger.

Go deeper into your past.

Sloan: I'm about five years old.

My friends are with me.

♪♪♪

Kay-Kay, high five.

Kay: Boo-yah.

Sloan: Whoa, ouch.

♪♪♪

Kay: That was awesome.

Gant: Interesting.

It seems we've found a point where you're stuck.

Sloan: What do you mean, stuck?

Gant: Sometimes we encounter a turning point

in a person's life.

A moment so important that everything previous to it

feels meaningless.

It often acts as a block to further retrieval.

In your case, it was that kiss.

[Laughs]

Sloan: That's ridiculous.

Why could that be a turning point?

It was just a little kiss.

Kay: With the boy you loved.

Sloan: We were five.

His family sells Christmas trees in town every year.

I see him once a year.

That kiss meant nothing to me.

Gant: Mm.

Apparently it did.

Kay: To your inner self.

Sloan: Again, we were five.

It doesn't mean anything to me now, to my outer self.

I think my outer self should get some say in this, right?

Look, when I slipped on the ice,

I remembered stuff from the night before that kiss,

from Christmas Eve.

I have stuff back there, important memories.

I need to get back there, I need to find them.

Gant: I'm sure that you do.

What I am saying is, you won't be able to access them

through hypnosis, you'll have to find another way.

♪♪♪

Sloan: Hey, I'm here for the Rambler.

Mr. Johnson, the '63 Rambler.

Mr. Johnson: I heard you.

I heard you.

Let's see now, plus towing fee.

Storage.

That's $283.85.

♪♪♪

Hey, your tail light is busted,

you know that, don't you?

I mean, I can fix that for you.

I mean I'm kind of handy at that, that's what I do.

Sloan: What's that going to run me?

Mr. Johnson: Well, you've got that cover and the bulb,

a little bit of labor.

40, 50 bucks.

Sloan: That's okay, I think I'll take my chances.

Mr. Johnson: Yeah, well suit yourself, the ticket

will be twice as much, think about it.

All right.

Kay: So, you don't have a car again.

Sloan: Busted tail light.

And apparently my grandma has already racked up

like a million tickets in that thing.

Those tickets are really expensive.

Kay: Yeah, you didn't know that?

Sloan: Thanks for the lift.

Kay: No problem.

Sloan: Hey, Kay.

Is it weird that the last thing I remembered before

I almost died was me chasing a guy dressed

like Santa Claus?

Kay: What we remember before we die is the thing

that matters to us most.

Sloan: Where did that come from?

Kay: Last night, fortune cookie.

So, yeah, your memory makes sense.

Sloan: Well, how do you figure?

Kay: Santa's bag was full of cash and it's all about

the Benjamins, right?

You said it the other night, your new mantra,

money matters most.

Sloan: I said that?

Kay: You did indeed.

Sloan: Huh.

Kay: Out of my car.

Sloan: Getting.

[Door closes]

♪♪♪

[Laughs]

Maureen: Oh, Sloanie. Sloan: You look amazing.

Maureen: Is that for me?

Sloan: Yep, I get a discount now.

Maureen: Well, how come?

Sloan: Took a job selling Christmas trees

for the Skillin family.

I had to do something, it's not like I got

a severance package.

Maureen: I'm more worried about you severing your arm,

you've always been accident prone.

Sloan: Low blow, Grandma.

You might be right though, almost cracked my skull open

on the sidewalk the other day.

Maureen: How embarrassing.

I hope nobody saw you.

Sloan: Thank you for your concern,

that's very touching.

[Laughs]

Maureen: Toughen up, kiddo.

Sloan: My life flashed before my eyes.

I'm trying to piece together something I saw.

Maureen: What was that?

Sloan: Santa Claus burying a bag.

Maureen: It was probably just your grandfather.

Sloan: Wait, what?

Maureen: He always used to dress up as Santa Claus

on Christmas Eve.

Sloan: Okay, in my memory he says 55 Holly Star.

Does that mean anything to you?

Maureen: That's the last thing he said before he died.

55 Holly Star.

He sat up in the bed like he just remembered something,

then he croaked.

I gave up trying to figure it out.

It was probably just some delirious ramble.

He was no Orson Welles.

Sloan: Why would he say-- Maureen: Andy.

Sloan: Something completely random like that?

It must have meant something.

Maureen: Not necessarily, he always drank a lot

on Christmas Eve.

And when he was loaded, he talked gibberish.

Now, let me get back to my dancing.

Sloan: Wait, Grandma, is there anything

of Grandpa's that I can look through?

I just have this feeling he must have

left something behind.

Maureen: I've got some boxes of old photos

and things in my trunk.

I doubt you'll find anything useful

but knock yourself out.

[Door closes]

Sloan: The guy who buried the bag was my grandpa,

he's the Santa, over.

Kay: Grandfather?

What would he have been doing with that kind of money?

Sloan: I have no idea but it was definitely him. Over.

Kay: What do you want to do now?

Sloan: Meet me at my house in an hour.

Over and out.

Kay: Family photos, nobody looks good.

Just--

[Laughs]

You.

[Laughs]

Ooh, girl.

You find anything?

Sloan: Not yet.

[Laughs]

Kay: Oh.

You know the chemical components in a moth ball

could be used to make a bomb.

I bet you didn't know that.

Sloan: Didn't need to know that.

[Coughs]

Kay: Oh, Grandma.

[Coughs]

Ugh.

Oh.

You really had a thing with Andy Skillin, huh?

Sloan: Would you please focus?

Kay: I'm just, I'm not surprised.

You two used to hang out a lot.

Sloan: There it is, that's the Santa suit.

Kay: Let me see.

Sloan: And there's my grandpa.

[Laughs]

Kay: The Star bar.

♪♪♪

Hennessy: What can I get yous?

Sloan: Does this bar ever have a night for guys who

dress up like Santa Claus?

Like a Christmas party, anything like that.

Hennessy: What are you guys reporters or something?

Sloan: No, no, no, my, my grandpa used to come here

I think and I have this picture where he's,

he's at this bar and he's dressed up like Santa Claus.

Wendy: Who's your grandfather?

Sloan: Walter Kelly.

Wendy: Walter Kelly, oh God.

Yeah, I can see it in the eyes.

Hennessy: Yeah, a little bit.

Wendy: Good old Walt.

- Santa Claus pub crawl is what you're asking about.

Hennessy: Yeah, they used to do it every year and we were

the last pub on the crawl.

Sloan: And my grandpa came to it?

Hennessy: Oh yeah.

Wendy: Well, of course he did, it was the best place to be

on Christmas Eve, right?

Hennessy: Yeah. Wendy: Yeah.

He was there that night, the final year

of the Santa crawl.

Kay: They don't do it anymore?

Wendy: Oh no.

Kay: Why not, what happened?

Wendy: Get my pictures.

Hennessy: There was a turf war going on back then.

There was a lot of money at stake.

Sloan: there were gangs in Maine?

Maine gangs?

Wendy: No, not, not gangs, lobster men.

They were defending their territory against a fisherman

named, um, Gunther.

Hennessy: Dinklage. Wendy: Gunther Dinklage.

Hennessy: Dinklage. Wendy: That's right.

Hennessy: Yeah.

Wendy: He was the cause of all the trouble.

Hennessy: Yeah, there's Gunther right there,

that mean greedy son of a bitch.

Wendy: He had a dirty plan, right?

He was going to get rid of all the competition.

So, he hired an old boat mechanic, what was his name?

Hennessy: Bones Bradley. Wendy: Bones Bradley.

Hennessy: That's him.

Wendy: That's who he hired to sabotage all the lobster

boats in the harbor.

Hennessy: There's Bones.

You can tell from the fear in his eyes.

Yeah, he agreed to the deal, all right.

But later he had change of heart and

he spilled the beans.

Wendy: Yeah.

Hennessy: But the lobster men told him go ahead with the pay

off but to make sure that they did it on the night

of the Santa crawl, so that all of them can be here.

Wendy: Yeah, we didn't have any idea what might happen next.

[Laughs]

Sloan: Which was?

Hennessy: Gunther coming through that door

with three giant goons and a bag full of cash.

As soon as he sat down with Bones to make the deal--

Wendy: All hell broke loose.

Hennessy: Oh yeah.

Wendy: There were Santa Clauses every which way,

flying all over.

Hennessy: Yeah, they trashed my bar.

Wendy: Yeah.

Hennessy: Jackasses.

After that, no more Santa crawl.

Wendy: No one knew what happened to the cash

or even if there was any cash in the bag at all.

The lobster men, they pretended like

nothing had happened.

They may have hated each other,

but when the cops came in, they all banded together,

never talked about it again.

- That guy Gunther is in jail,

they got him on tax evasion.

Hennessy: You know, every now and then one of

those guys drifts in here from time to time

and somebody sometimes says--

[Laughs]

In all that confusion, they picked up the wrong bag

and ran out of here with a fortune.

[Laughs]

Yeah, wait, wait, come to think of it,

it's your grandfather used to tell that story the most.

Wendy: He did, yeah.

Hennessy: Yeah, he was quite a character.

Wendy: Oh, he was.

He had a lot of friends, your grandfather.

Hennessy: Oh yeah.

Wendy: Whenever Walter Kelly was in the bar,

everybody got a pint.

Kay: Sorry, we never asked your names.

Wendy: Oh, that's Hennessy.

That's nobody.

[Laughs]

And I'm Wendy.

Kay: Dammit, I thought your name was going to be Holly.

Wendy: Holly?

Hennessy: Holly?

Wendy: Who's Holly?

Sloan: We're not quite sure yet.

Maureen: Oh crap, I never thought I'd have to hear

that cockamamie story again.

Sloan: Well, is there any truth to it?

Maureen: Of course there isn't.

Who told you all of this any way?

Wendy?

I can't believe she's still spinning that malarkey.

We don't have lobster wars here for crying out loud,

this is Winter Harbor.

The people are nice here.

Kay: Sounded pretty convincing.

Maureen: Who's this gal?

Sloan: It's Kay-Kay, Grandma.

Maureen: That's Kay-Kay?

Sloan: Yeah.

Kay-Kay: Yes, Ma'am.

Maureen: Mary Kay Kavanaugh, what are you doing in that

ridiculous outfit?

Kay: As a member of an elite fighting unit,

Ma'am, I'm required to be in uniform.

Maureen: You some kind of cop now?

Kay: No, but I am authorized to make citizen's

arrest if necessary.

Sloan: At ease, soldier.

Grandma, what more can you tell me about that night?

Maureen: Nothing.

Your grandfather told stories like that all the time,

that's how he entertained himself.

I loved him, but he was a Grade A nut job.

Sloan: What about the money part?

Maureen: One morning he starts rambling on about all

this money he buried and the next thing you know

he's digging up holes all over town trying to find it,

the damn fool.

Sloan: How could he forget where he buried it?

Maureen: Well, he said he blacked out

and he couldn't remember anything.

Kay: Did he ever mention where he

might have buried it, even a little hint?

Maureen: What difference does it make?

If he had buried a bag, it sure as hell wasn't

filled with any cash.

Sloan: Well, why not?

Maureen: Because none of this lobster wars crap

ever happened.

How many times do I got to tell you?

Sloan: I think it's true, Grandma, I was there.

Maureen: What do you mean you were there?

Sloan: I was with grandpa that night,

I saw him bury the money, it's a memory of mine.

Maureen: If you saw something,

it's because you wanted to see it.

Now you two shove off now, I'm tired,

I've got to take a nap.

Kay: They've got cocoa.

We might be able to corroborate the waitress'

story by pulling up some old police files.

Sloan: We don't need police records,

what we need is for me to remember where

that bag is buried.

Kay: I'm starving, what we need is to go eat something.

Sloan: Kay-Kay, we are in the middle of a

genuine mystery here, we can eat later.

Let's recap what we know, go.

Kay: Roger that.

Your grandfather was knocking them back at the Star bar

on Christmas Eve.

Gets totally wasted, mistakenly ends up with a bag

full of cash and buries it during a snowstorm.

Sloan: Right, and he gives himself a marker to remember

it later, 55 Holly Star.

Kay: And the only two people who know what that means

are your grandfather who is no longer with us,

God bless him, and you, and you don't remember.

Sloan: Except when my life flashes before my eyes.

Kay: What about a slice of pizza?

Oh, there's a good place on East Adams

I've been hearing about.

Sloan: Oh my God, that's it.

Kay: Maybe a burger would be better.

Sloan: I can remember everything when my life

flashes before my eyes.

Kay: No, just go to Sal, that place is great,

the meat coma.

Sloan: Kill me.

Kay: Brisket, sausage.

Wait, what?

Sloan: Kill me.

You're going to have to try to kill me.

One, two, three, go.

Faster, what are you doing?

Kay: It didn't look like you were going to move.

[Groans]

Sloan: You have to go a lot faster than that,

I will get out of the way, I swear.

Kay: You want me to run you over?

Sloan: We are going for a near death experience here.

That's the only way I might get another clue about

where the money is buried.

Kay: I don't know, I want you to find the cash, but--

Sloan: Look, I realize that this might all just be

one giant fantasy, but it is all I have right now, okay?

I'm depending on you.

[Groans]

All right, fine.

Maybe I should get someone else to do it.

[Sighs]

Someone who really knows the meaning of Semper Fi.

You know, killer instinct.

What are you doing?

Kay: Boo-yah!

Yes, come at me.

- Hey, Kay.

Kay: Mom, what?

Yes, I told you, I am borrowing the car,

and we'll take it in later.

It's the kill car, remember?

I am trying to pretend-kill Sloan.

♪♪♪

All right.

[Screams]

Sloan: Kay-kayyyyy!

[Screaming]

Kay: That was awesome.

[Laughs]

Well, I mean not like the you almost dying part,

but, but everything else, oh it was so much fun.

We should do that more often.

Ooh, you know, I could have killed you.

Sloan: Yeah, that was my brilliant yet asinine plan.

Kay: Mission unaccomplished. Come here.

[Groans]

Why didn't it work?

Sloan: Aside from it being a completely stupid idea that

should have me committed?

I don't know, maybe because I knew it was coming.

Kay: Think it needs to be a surprise?

Sloan: Well, when I bit it on the ice,

I didn't know it was going to happen beforehand, did I?

Kay: No.

Sloan: Well, maybe that's the difference.

The element of surprise, oh well.

Thanks any way.

Kay: Oh yeah.

Sloan: See ya later.

Kay: Okay.

[Groans]

Right.

The element of surprise.

♪♪♪

Sloan: Here are your wreathes, there you go.

All right.

Oh, thanks very much, appreciate it.

Andy: Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas.

Hey.

Um, can you drive up to the farm tomorrow with my dad?

We're going to need someone to bring back

the final load of trees.

Sloan: He's not coming back down?

Andy: No, I mean things are running pretty smoothly here

and, you know, it's tough on my mom running the farm

without him, it would be a big help.

Sloan: Whatever you say, you're the bossman.

[Laughs]

Andy: Hey, look at those kids.

Sloan: What's so funny?

Andy: That is exactly what you were like

when we were that age.

Sloan: What are you talking about?

Andy: It's true.

I remember this one time you were dancing,

at least I think that's what it was.

Either that or you were having a seizure.

Sloan: I don't believe that was me.

Andy: Oh, believe it, Sloan, you were trying to

impress someone I think.

It was super goofball, you know what I'm talking about.

Sloan: I really don't.

And besides it was called "Popping."

[Laughs]

Andy: Popping, yes, that's it.

Sloan: And I was awesome at it.

Andy: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, Sloan,

Sloan, please, just do one move, please.

Sloan: I only pop for an appreciative audience

and clearly that's not you.

Andy: No, come on, Sloan.

One pop, come on.

♪♪♪

♪ Show me the way now wandering heart ♪

♪ What's round the next bend ♪

♪ Where we'll be slowing could this be ♪

♪ Look around look around ♪

♪ See with open eyes

♪ My home ground my home ground ♪

♪ Feel the ties

♪ Now as I look around with open eyes ♪

♪ I am coming to realize ♪

♪ That to move away is to go and say today ♪

♪ I can say here's my home ♪

♪♪♪

Mr. Skillin: Pretty little things, aren't they?

I think that's what I like most about this business,

makes people happy.

Let's get that truck loaded before it gets too dark.

Oh, and, Sloan.

[Rustling sounds]

♪♪♪

[Laughs]

We're walking it.

All right, middle lights.

One, two, three.

[Laughs]

Watch it.

Watch your little glovies there.

Sloan: Is that all the work?

Mr. Skillin: Getting there, we're getting there.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Laughs]

♪♪♪

Andy: Hey, how did it go?

Sloan: I've never been to your farm.

It's a different world up there, so picturesque.

I can really see why you want to join the family business.

You okay?

Andy: Yeah, yeah.

I was just thinking, you know,

I've been coming down to this lot every winter

since I was a kid.

And I don't think we're going to be coming anymore.

Yeah, um, dad thinks we can just start selling straight from

the farm which is, you know, it's great, but it's also sad,

you know?

The way things end.

Hey, nice gloves.

Sloan: Oh.

Andy: Oh and it's pay day.

For you.

Sloan: Thank you.

Andy: There you go.

Sloan: What are you going to do tonight?

Andy: You know just probably wallow in self pity for

a little while longer.

You know, write a super sappy song, something like that.

Sloan: Sounds like a party.

[Laughs]

Well, I don't know if I can compete with that

kind of excitement but... you want to do something else?

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, Christmas tree Oh, Christmas tree ♪

♪ Thy leaves are so unchanging ♪

Sloan: No, mm-mm, no, let's go back

to the pity party idea.

I forgot how bad I am at skating.

Andy: Nuh-uh, we're doing this, come on.

Sloan: Okay.

Andy: Just glide.

Sloan: Glide. Andy: Yeah, that's it.

Sloan: I'm gliding. I'm gliding.

Andy: You're honestly better than you used to be.

Sloan: I was fine.

Andy: Yeah-- Sloan: Ooh--

[Laughs and snorts]

Andy: Oh my God.

[Laughs]

Wow.

Sloan, you still snort when you laugh.

That is impressive.

Sloan: Uh-huh.

Andy: You know I thought by now you maybe would have

pulled yourself together but I don't know.

Sloan: Yeah, think again. Andy: I'm not sure.

[Laughs]

Sloan: Oh, brother.

Frank: Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends

to which if persevered in, they must lead, but,

if the courses be departed from, the ends will change.

Maureen: All right, thank you, thank you, Frank.

Let's take a break, everyone, and let's pass the box.

Everyone dig deep down into your pockets

and cough up some cash.

Sloan: What's that for?

Maureen: Oh, we like to collect a little something

for a party on Christmas Eve.

Sloan: Oh, they don't have a party for you here?

Maureen: We do, but we like to add

a little pizzazz to it.

Sloan: What are all those?

Maureen: Oh, party suggestions,

everyone has their own idea of the kind of

pizzazz we should have.

Olga Lucitis she wants champagne, of course.

Mrs. Fallon wants a cake from Riley's bakery.

Victor wants a jazz band.

[Laughs]

And Dennis wants champagne too.

Oh, but look, it's got to be Dom Perignon.

What do they think we are, wizards?

We'll be lucky if we get 25 bucks in that box.

Sloan: I'll bring the pizzazz.

Maureen: What did you say?

Sloan: Let me bring the cake and champagne,

it will be my Christmas gift to you.

Maureen: You don't have to do that.

Sloan: It won't be Dom Perignon, sorry, Dennis.

But, you know, some nice prosecco or something.

I've got a job now, you know?

Plus, you did give me a car.

Maureen: Oh, that's the way they do it in the big city, huh,

tit for tat.

Sloan: Please don't say tit ever again.

Maureen: Everyone, my granddaughter is going

to buy champagne and cake for the party.

Isn't she a peach?

You are such a cutie.

Andy: Op, here you go.

Your last week's pay.

[Gasps]

Mm-hmm, yeah, I threw in a little extra bonus

there for you.

No lump of coal for you this year, my sweetie.

Sloan: Okay, thanks, weirdo.

[Laughs]

Andy: Uh, hey, um, I was thinking if you wanted

to go to the parade or the drive-in tomorrow.

Sloan: Oh, remember we used to do that?

Andy: Yeah, it's tradition.

Sloan: Huh.

Oh, I would love to but I'm kind of already

going to a party.

Andy: Mmm, should have known that your social calendar

would be all booked up.

Sloan: Oh yeah, I'm super fancy, it's going to be me,

and grandma, and a bunch of senior citizens slamming

champagne and candy canes.

[Laughs]

Andy: That actually kind of sounds amazing.

Sloan: Doesn't it?

[Laughs]

You know what else we used to do?

Build pyramids.

Penny: You two were the biggest trouble makers,

both of you.

Every holiday running around town getting into

some sort of mischief.

Andy: Uh, uh-uh, Penny, not me, her.

She's trouble, this one.

Sloan: Mm-mmm.

Penny: You're both trouble, far as I'm concerned.

Enjoy.

Sloan: This looks outstanding.

Yeah.

Andy: Nicely done.

Sloan: Mm-hmm.

Andy: Mmm.

Sloan: Mmm. Andy: Mmm.

Sloan: Mmm. Andy: Mmm.

Maybe this will give you a sugar high and you'll

do some break dancing.

Sloan: Uh, excuse me, I told you before,

it's called popping.

Andy: Mmm, right.

Sloan: Whoa, what, what?

Andy: That is it.

Sloan: Was it?

Andy: Best Christmas present ever.

[Laughs]

♪♪♪

Hey, uh, look, I, uh, I need to tell you something.

Sloan: Sure.

Andy: I, um, I've known you longer than anyone.

[Laughs]

Look I, I, I know that growing up I only saw you

a few months out of the year, but, um,

you became a part of my life, you know, one year at a time.

And, um, I just, I don't know,

after seeing you again this year, I--

I just wanted to say thank you for taking the job.

You totally didn't suck at it.

[Laughs]

Sloan: Whoa, slow down, not sure I can handle

that kind of praise.

[Laughs]

But, you know, Andy, seriously,

I really appreciated the job.

You totally saved my ass.

Andy: You're welcome.

So, look, I may, um, I may never get another chance so,

uh, what I was really trying to say back there was, um,

do you ever wonder why we never had a thing?

Sloan: You mean like the two of us?

Andy: Yeah.

Sloan: Um, I don't know.

Maybe it's like you said, we only saw each other

once a year.

Maybe we just never really got to know each other

that well.

Andy: I think we know each other pretty well, Sloan.

I mean we practically grew up together.

Sloan: Are you kidding me?

[Guttural scream]

Mugger: Don't make any noise, give me your money.

Sloan: No.

Mugger: Come on, give me your money.

Andy: Sloan, Sloan, it's all right, you can,

you can have our money, okay?

Sloan: Don't, no, put your wallet away.

Seriously?

[Gunshot]

Andy: No!

Sloan, Sloan, Sloan, Sloan, stay with me, okay?

Stay with me, all right?

I'm right here.

You're going to be okay, you're going to be okay,

all right?

You're all right, you're fine, you're okay,

you're fine.

Sloan: Andy.

Andy: Sloan!

Sloan!

Sloan: It's fine.

Andy: What?

Sloan: It's paint.

Andy: It's paint?

Sloan: It was a paint ball.

Andy: What?

Kay: You said the only time your life flashed in front

of your eyes is when you weren't expecting it,

the element of surprise.

Sloan: So, you freaking shot me?

Kay: Damn right I shot you, bulls eye aim,

if you hadn't noticed.

Sloan: You were 10 feet away from me, how could you miss?

Kay: Why didn't it work?

Why didn't you get a clue about the money?

Sloan: I don't know, Kay-Kay, let's just

forget about it, okay?

It was an incredibly stupid idea in the first place

and I'm sorry I dragged you into it.

Andy: Uh, can someone tell me what the hell is going on?

What are you two talking about?

Sloan: Uh... Mm.

Andy, Andy, Andy, Andy, wait, wait.

Andy: Do you have any idea how this story sounds?

Sloan: Yes, really dumb, I know.

Andy: No, it sounds psychotic and sad,

I thought you were going to die.

Sloan: Andy, wait, wait, wait,

I'm so sorry about the paintball mugging thing,

that was terrible.

I know this, Kay-Kay's heart was in the right place,

I promise.

Andy: This isn't about Kay-Kay,

what I'm having trouble with is the fact that

money seems to be so hugely important to you,

that you would actually risk your life to get it.

Especially when you don't even know if this so-called

bag of gold is really even out there.

Sloan: I never said it was gold.

Andy: You know, maybe that's why we never had a thing,

because clearly we have completely different values.

You're right, Sloan, we don't know each other very well.

♪♪♪

[Alarm rings]

♪♪♪

[Rustling sounds]

Sloan: You fixed the tail light?

Mr. Johnson: Yeah, it's no big deal.

Besides, you were so cranky on one,

and turns out my ma and your grandma live in the same

retirement community and she told me you're buying

all them folks champagne and cake tonight,

so I figure spirit of the season, ho, ho, ho.

Sloan: Thank you.

Mr. Johnson: You're welcome.

Sloan: Merry Christmas.

Mr. Johnson: Same to you, hun.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Kay: Who wants more bubbly?

Hey.

["We Wish You a Merry Christmas" music playing]

Maureen: Feel free to sit here and mope if you need to.

Just know that after Christmas,

we're going to have a big talk about getting you

back on track, with your hopes and dreams.

Grandpa was enormously proud of your talent, you know?

Sloan: That means a lot, Grandma, thank you.

Maureen: Well, he would be pretty ticked

if you gave up on it.

Sloan: I'm not giving up, don't worry,

I'm just not really feeling the spirit tonight.

Maureen: Just fake it until you make it.

As Charles Dickens said, there's nothing in

the world so contagious as laughter and good humor.

- Toast.

Maureen: Oh, come on.

[Taps on glass]

Frank: Hope, like the gleaming taper's light.

Maureen: Adorns and cheers our way,

and still as darker grows the night, emits a brighter ray,

here's to hope.

Frank: Here's to health.

Maureen: And here's to all our departed friends,

including my beloved Walter, crazy old coot.

[Laughs]

May they all feel our love floating up to them

with this toast.

Merry Christmas.

Group: Merry Christmas.

Maureen: I've got some nice pals, don't I?

[Laughs]

Sloan: You sure do, Grandma.

Maureen: Oh.

Sloan: Sure do.

Maureen: Suzy, I'm glad you could come.

You look great.

Kay: There's a guy over there,

says he knew your grandfather.

You can pull him into another room if you want

to interrogate.

Sloan: Forget it, Kay-Kay.

It's over.

♪♪♪

Kay: Wait, what's hap-- what's, what's wrong?

You're choking.

This might be it, it could kill you.

That's awesome.

I'm going to go get a pen,

write down everything you see.

♪♪♪

Santa: Got to dig deeper.

♪♪♪

Maureen: Easy does it, Sloanie.

[Coughs]

Sloan: It was right in front of me.

Kay: You saw it?

You know where it is?

Sloan: It was there the entire time.

Kay: Well, write it down before you forget,

take the pen.

Maureen: Whoa, whoa, where you going?

It's Christmas Eve.

Sloan: Exactly, Grandma, exactly.

I'm so glad I got to spend Christmas with you.

You are so inspiring.

I love you so much.

Maureen: I love you too.

Sloan: And, Kay-Kay, you are an amazing friend,

thank you for trying to help me and for not judging me

even when I clearly went insane.

This has been the best Christmas ever.

Kay: Okay.

Sloan: Merry Christmas, everyone.

- Merry Christmas.

Sloan: Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Maureen: Where is she going?

♪♪♪

[Knocks]

Sloan: Andy?

[Knocks]

Andy?

♪♪♪

♪ Silent night, Holy night ♪

♪♪♪

[Door closes]

♪♪♪

Hey.

Andy: What are you doing here?

Sloan: It's tradition, right?

Andy: Used to be.

Sloan: Can I join you?

Andy: Sure.

♪♪♪

[Door closes]

♪ I'll take you by the hand

Sloan: Oh, I am not very good at this kind of thing.

I just, I wanted to apologize.

♪♪♪

Last night when Kay-Kay shot me and you were holding me,

was that all real, what you felt?

Andy: I'm not sure where you're going with this,

but yeah of course it was real.

I thought that you had been shot.

Sloan: I'm sorry.

Look, I realize my so-called quest for buried treasure

was totally nuts, I do.

Andy: That's an understatement.

Sloan: Yeah, but the truth is if I hadn't gone

a little crazy like that, I wouldn't be here now.

I wouldn't be here in this truck with you on Christmas Eve,

trying to tell you that might have been the stupidest,

most idiotic thing I have ever done,

but what I saw tonight as the life was draining out of me,

it made it all worth it.

Andy: Wait, you tried again, on Christmas Eve?

For God sakes, Sloan, please stop.

Sloan: No, no, no, I, I, I didn't try to do it,

it just happened, I choked on a candy cane.

[Laughs]

Oh my God, when I say it out loud,

that sounds really pathetic.

[Laughs]

Andy: Well, what did you see?

Sloan: You.

I saw you.

I saw every moment we ever spent together.

Every snowball fight, every laugh, every cup of coffee,

every word we ever spoke to each other, everything.

And those were the moments I was going to take with me

when I died, and I realized those were the ones that

mattered to me the most.

Andy: That sounds like something from--

Sloan: A fortune cookie, yeah it is,

but that doesn't make it any less true.

You're my friend, Andy.

You've always been my friend, ever since you kissed me

that morning on the ice, Christmas when we were five.

[Laughs]

Andy: You remember that?

Sloan: And it's taken this strange,

weird journey for me to figure it out,

but at the end of the day, money doesn't really

matter that much.

It's good friends that make life worth living.

Andy: Why are you telling me all this?

Sloan: Because all I can think about right now is

how much I want to kiss you.

Too much, did I go too far?

Andy: That's just a little unexpected.

But, um, yeah, okay.

Go for it.

♪♪♪

♪ We've sometimes parted ways ♪

♪ And stayed away too long

♪ With lonely nights and lonely days ♪

♪ And time to figure what went wrong ♪

Sloan: This thing feels like it put down roots.

♪ And make sure you won't go ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh

♪ I won't let you go this time ♪

♪ I won't let you go this time ♪

Sloan: I know you're here.

Andy: Who's here?

♪ I won't let you go This time ♪

Sloan: It's her.

Andy: Kay-Kay?

Kay: Boo-yah!

[Laughs]

♪ I tried a different way

♪ With wandering eye with fancy free ♪

♪ But found my days seemed kind of gray ♪

[Laughs]

♪ Now I've learned what I need to know ♪

♪ Going to make sure you won't go ♪

♪ Whoa oh, oh, oh

♪ I won't let you go this time ♪

Andy: I have a broken wrist!

♪ I'll keep you on the line ♪

♪ I'll hold your hand in mine ♪

♪ I won't let you go this time ♪

♪ Mistakes they're in the past ♪

Santa: Yeah, I need a marker to remember by.

Ah, 55 Holly Star.

[Laughs]

55 Holly Star.

[Laughs]

[Chugging sounds]

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas.

[Laughs]

Merry Christmas.

♪ I won't let you go I won't let you go this time ♪

♪ I won't let you go this time ♪

♪ No, no, no I won't let you go ♪

♪ Oh no, no, no I won't let you go, no ♪

♪ No I won't let you go this time ♪

♪ Not this time Not this time ♪

♪ Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, no, no ♪

♪ I won't let you go

♪ Oh no, no, no, no

♪ I won't let you go this time ♪