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Tommy's is full of holes,

I want my own,
just like Fess Parker.

Is that all Christmas
is to you, presents?

Put this in the can.

Ho, ho, ho!
Merry Christmas!

Now, you be good
and listen to your mom,

and maybe that coonskin cap will be
under your tree Christmas morning, huh?

They're closed.

Come on. I think the Star Market
is open until 9:00.

He's going to be pretty steamed at you
if he doesn't get that hat.

If he's good enough,
his mother will end up giving it to him.

If he's naughty, he'll blame himself.

It's never your fault, hmm?
It's all about the list.

Some kid doesn't get their Remco Frogman,
but you can't blame Santa.

Pretty nifty win-win
you set up for yourself.

Hey, buddy, I'm just ringing
the bell two nights a week...

to get out of the house
till my wife falls asleep.

Santa?

Oh.

Hi, sweetie.

This is a fantastic train set.

The farm even has
tiny little hay bales.

- It's my dad's.
- Mm-hmm.

Where's your beard?

I shaved.
It was scratchy.

Why are you here?
Christmas isn't for six days.

That's what you get for letting Rudolph
organize your calendar.

And it would explain
the lack of milk and cookies.

Why didn't you
come through the chimney?

What's your name, sweetie?
Susie.

Susie. That's a lovely name.

Well, Susie, none of it makes
much sense, does it, huh?

Flying reindeers,
shimmying down chimneys.

Every good Christian house in the world
in one night, huh?

They call me crazy.

Are you hurt, Santa?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, this isn't Santa's blood.

You want to take me
to Mom and Dad?

Merry Christmas, Daddy.

It's not Christmas yet, baby.

Haven't you been keeping
your Advent calendar?

It's wrong.
Santa's here.

I think we should all
go downstairs.

Milk and cookies time
for you and me, Susie.

What do you want? Money?

I have a safe upstairs under the
bed with $5,000 cash in it.

- Jewelry too.
- You want to know why I chose your house?

Your Christmas decorations.

Christ, man, I mean, what are you
trying to prove out there, hmm?

What's wrong with
a little Christmas spirit?

You know, you're right.

You're right.

You know what tonight needs?

A little more jingle bells.

Stop! What do you want?
I'm Santy Claus!

I'm here to bestow
a little Christmas spirit upon you,

because what is Christmas about
if it's not about families being together?

Do you appreciate that
right now? Do you?

Don't you feel wonderful about
being with your family, huh? Huh?

Yes.
Yes?

- Yes?
- Yes, yes.

Yes.

So,

I'm gonna tell you what Santa's gonna
leave under your tree tonight.

He's gonna leave a little terror.

- A little rape.
- You keep your hands off of her.

Who said anything
about her?

You know the difference between that Santa Claus and me?
He only comes once a year.

Please... Please leave us.

I have to finish my list, huh?

It wouldn't be Christmas without one
big-ticket item from Santa's sack.

And I'm feeling so full
of the Christmas spirit,

I... am gonna let you choose...

which one of you I kill first.

No, please. Stop.
Y-You don't have to do this.

You know what?

I'm not feeling
very Christmassy.

I have an exciting announcement,
people.

Christmas... is back.

After last year's debacle,
Sister Jude told you...

we'd never celebrate
Christmas here again.

Well, I say... "Bah, humbug."

We need a little Christmas,

and luckily, we are under new management.

Line up.

That mean old Grinch tossed out
all of our ornaments.

So we'll need to improvise.

Mr. Deakins.

See?

We all make
a little sacrifice...

for the greater good.

That's the spirit...

of Christmas.

O Lord, I beg of you,

through your loving kindness,

have mercy
on the soul of Grace.

Through Christ our Lord.
Amen.

Grace,

I swear to you,
I'm gonna make things right.

You have my solemn word.

Doctor, I've been thinking.

You want to be careful, Frank.
That can be dangerous.

I think we should call the police.

I think we should tell them
what happened...

about Kit Walker,
about Sister Felicity,

about that... monster.

And what about you?

You shot and killed
an unarmed woman, Frank.

Are you quite sure you want
to bring the authorities into this?

Yeah, I'm ready to face
whatever consequences come for me.

Then I'll see what I can do.

How is it the devil can move so
freely here among the sacred icons?

How does a demon
wear a crucifix...

and not burn the flesh
it inhabits?

And then I realized...
It's her.

You're using Mary Eunice...

her purity... as a shield.

What if I were
to slit this soft throat...

and release her soul
to heaven?

Then where would you go,
foul thing?

I might just jump into you.

You made a big mistake
coming back here.

No, you made a mistake,

and I'm about to send you back
to the hell that made you.

Yeah? What are you gonna do?

Cane the devil out of me?

This demon, it tricks you.

Sister, may I have a word?

Dr. Arden...

Call Security.

We have an intruder.

You're making a mistake,
Doctor.

Because you deny God, you can't see
the devil right in front of you.

See that she doesn't come back
on the property.

We have a problem.

I can handle Jude.

I didn't mean Jude,

although I wouldn't underestimate her
if I were you.

Our former Irish cop
is feeling the need to confess.

I've got it under control.

Oh, Sister Jude. I thought you
never wanted to see me again.

Jude is gone.

There's been a change
in management.

Try to remain presentable.

There's a photographer coming from
the Gazette to take our picture.

I would like to see
bright, shining faces...

delighting in your bag of
chestnuts and your new hymnal.

- Sister?
- Gifts from the monsignor himself.

These cuffs, huh?

They're heavy, and they dig in.

Where's your
Christmas spirit, Sister?

What do you take me for,
an idiot? Huh?

You killed 18 people
from five families in one night.

You might expect to remain in
irons for the rest of your life.

I don't want to be
in your shitty picture then.

I don't want to be
any part of your damn lie.

- Yeah, what lie is that?
- Nothing like a picture of happy, shiny faces...

to take away the guilt
of locking us away.

You got that backwards,
Mr. Emerson.

The picture is
to remind the public...

that without Briarcliff, you would
be out there living among them.

And that's why
you will be front and center,

shackled...

and under control.

I got some more here.

What's he doing?
Who, Sean?

He's handing out the presents,
like you asked.

He's wearing that silly hat
and that ridiculous beard.

Now, I thought
I very was clear...

about how I wanted
Christmas celebrated.

All respect, Sister,
I really don't see the problem with it.

The patients love it.
It makes Sean and the boys happy.

And St. Nicholas was a saint.

The photographer's here!

Sister Jude, the newspaper
photographer is here.

I thought we decided...

that you would bring him in
when we were ready.

I'm sorry. Are we not ready?

Take him to the hole!

Oh, you really don't want me out there
with other people this time of year.

Not as yourself.

Your beard goes perfectly
with the suit.

Jesus, you don't know what
Christmas means to me? I do, Lee.

I know you were a petty criminal
thrown in jail...

for shoplifting a loaf of bread,

and while you were in there,

the jailers went caroling
in the cell block,

and five men held you down...

and took your virginity.

Well, the first one did.

The others took your dignity...

and your self-esteem and...

and most importantly...

Your Christmas spirit.

But then you got out,
and you found the suit,

and it gave you everything
you were missing.

You see, I-I knew who deserved to live
and who deserved to die,

uh, who was naughty,
who was nice.

You had the power, Lee.
You can have it again.

Who do you want to be?

The victim...

or the victor?

Sister.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Come on in, Arthur.

I was just thinking
about my Christmases.

There were so many of us that all
we got was a tangerine and socks.

Did you celebrate Christmas
in your Nazi household?

We had wonderful Christmases
when I was a boy.

They're some of my fondest
childhood memories.

And in that spirit,

I've brought you
a Christmas present,

since you've
now become my family.

You're joking.

How adorable.

Is it Tabu perfume?

Open it.
I think you'll be pleased.

Knowing you, it's probably some cheap
toilet water from the Woolworth's.

Yardley's Lavender.
Christ, why even get my hopes up?

Well, la-di-da.

Mother of God.
Are they real?

Very.

Rubies are the most glamorous of all.

You couldn't have found them in this dreary town.
Are they family heirlooms?

They belonged to a Jewess in the camp.

She was always reminding people...

that she was a woman
of considerable means...

and that her husband was an influential
and wealthy doctor in Berlin.

She was constantly
complaining to me...

about her stomach problems,

and as a doctor I thought
I ought to do something about it.

So I followed her, one day,
to the latrine,

thinking I might diagnose her condition
if I had a stool sample.

She was in there,
on her hands and knees,

picking through her own feces
to retrieve those earrings.

She confessed to me
that she swallowed them...

every day, day after day,

carrying them around inside of her,

as if, someday, she might return
to her former grandeur.

A ridiculous woman.

She died from internal bleeding.

The earrings
were very hard on her intestines.

Obviously,
I retrieved them.

I knew someday
I'd meet someone...

who was worthy
of their exceptional beauty.

You were very clever
to retrieve them, Arthur.

Look how beautiful they are on me.

They bring out the rose in my cheeks.

Oh.

You're such a sap.

Not exactly for the reasons
you may think,

but a sap nonetheless.

I so dearly hoped
you'd throw them back in my face,

that you couldn't bring yourself
to touch those shit-stained earrings.

I was hoping
there'd be a glimmer of horror,

a glimmer of that precious girl...

who was too afraid
even to take a bite of my candy apple.

You're pathetic.

And gee whiz,
I just hate to break it to you,

but you're no angel either.

Now...

I have work to do.

And you're either with me...

or you're against me,

and if you're against me,

even God can't help you.

Cook has a terrible habit...

of forgetting to wash his hands.

I keep telling him.
I haven't eaten anything.

I'm just upset.

I need to know if Sister Mary
Eunice talked to the police.

If Sister Mary Eunice says
she's going to do something,

then you have to believe
it has been done.

You need to stop fretting.

You died.

Who is that back there?

Another unfortunate soul.

Nothing you need
to worry yourself about.

I feel much better.

Thank you.

I don't know what to do for you.
You've lost your credibility at Briarcliff.

I want to help you,
but I don't know how.

- You've got to help me get back into Briarcliff.
- I don't know, Jude.

Look at me.

Don't I look different?

I'm not running anymore,

and God had a plan
for me all along...

to be a soldier in his army.

But we're losing that war.

Did you know
the National Broadcasting Company...

is showing Rudolph the Red-Nosed
Reindeer this very week?

Nothing about Christ,

nothing about the Nativity story.

This country's turn...

toward unadulterated blasphemy...

frightens me.

It worries me deeply.

But that's how the devil works.

Bit by bit,

he turns our eyes away from God.

But he can't have her!

No.

I will do what I can.

I promise, Jude.

Yes?

Thank you.

You have a visitor.

I can't remember the last time
I was in a house of worship.

Why are you here?

You and I got off on the wrong foot
right from the very beginning.

Perhaps it's because we're both
such strong personalities.

But although
our ideologies may differ,

I believe our commitment to Briarcliff
is equally matched.

What is this?
I think you must know...

how hard it was
for me to come here,

to turn to you, of all people.

I don't have time for the prologue.

Just say it.

You were right...

about Sister Mary Eunice.

She's in desperate trouble.

I had hoped to come up
with a medical explanation for it,

but I can't.

She doesn't know I'm here.

You're afraid of her.

No. That's not it.

I have my work to do.

I can't be babysitting
a deranged nun all day long.

That's what you came for?

A babysitter?

Yeah, well, go to hell.

You were right about me too.

I don't believe in God,
but I do believe in evil.

I've seen it...

up-close and personal.

I have no doubt.

That's why her purity
meant so much to me.

She had this...

light in her.

The light's gone out.

Please...

and that's not a word I use often...

I'm begging you,

please help me.

I'm doing this for her, not you.

You must follow my every instruction.
No questions asked.

You swear to me?

I swear.

I'd like to present you all
with this star,

this... beacon...

of Bethlehem.

It was handcrafted
for the Archdiocese of Boston.

I've decided that this year,
it should hang on your tree.

Sister, please.

What a triumph.

You've renewed these halls,
Sister.

Even your tree shows imagination
and resourcefulness...

Filled with the daily icons
of their lives.

It reminds me
of Marcel Duchamp...

and the school
of found-object art.

So clever
and forward-thinking.

Just what's been missing.

Thank you, Monsignor.

I've had these ideas
for a while.

Oh, and Lee Emerson.
Mmm.

I must confess, I was more
than a little concerned...

with your instincts to offer him
Christmas largess.

But look at him.
A renewed soul.

What do you say
we blow this pop stand,

go savage a few elves,
and then suck on each other, hmm?

So, Arthur?

Monsignor.

There is a palpable spirit
of love and joy in this room.

What say we put aside
our... difficulties...

and celebrate
this successful transition?

Our young Sister Mary Eunice...

is quite a treasure, isn't she?

That she is. More than you
can possibly imagine.

Frank? We need you up here.
And, uh, bring the ladder.

I want to hang this star before the
entertainment portion of our party.

We are watching
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

Ah, what a treat.

Is it big?

Big enough to break my back.

Hands off, woman.

I got a bun in that oven.

Really? I thought I was
just eating too much pie.

Keep eating. I want that kid
to pop out fat and happy.

What if it's a girl?

But it's not.

But what if it is a girl?

Then I'll love her
to the moon and back.

I just have a hunch.

I want to teach
this kid baseball.

- And football.
- And how to change a tire.

What? I can't teach him.

Grace.

- What's this about?
- I'm so sorry, Grace.

I should have stayed gone.
If I hadn't come back...

Shh. Who cares about that?

Dance with me.

Kit.

Kit.

Kit, can you hear me?

They're saying
you escaped custody.

I heard on the radio
there's a manhunt.

The police are still
looking for you.

Oh, God.

If they don't know you're here,

they don't know
what happened to me either.

No one is coming
for either of us.

And he's still out there.

Grace?
No, Kit.

It's Lana.

I haven't seen Grace.
I don't know where she is.

- Dead.
- What?

Grace is dead.

We have to get you out of here.

We both have to get out of here.

They've got you doped up.

I just have to get to a telephone.
I need to call the police.

- They're gonna fry me.
- No.

No one is gonna
fry you, Kit.

You're innocent,
and I can prove it.

It was Thredson.

What?

He murdered those women, not you.

He took me, Kit.

He showed me
where he did it.

It was him.

That's why he got himself
appointed to your case...

to get you to confess to
crimes that he committed.

He hurt you?

They need to know.

They have to get there
before he does it again...

and before he destroys
the evidence.

- I have to get to the phone.
- Lana?

Are you really here?

I'm really here.

And I'm coming back.

You kept your word,
Dr. Arden.

Where is
Sister Mary Eunice now?

In the common room,
hosting a Christmas party.

Well, she should be stopped
for that reason alone.

You sure you don't
need any help?

No. Only I can reach her.
I just need time.

Bring her to my office.

Lock the door.

And don't let anyone interrupt us.

Consider it done.

I never thought I would see it.
What's that?

The day you and I
would work together.

Coming through.

Sister Mary Eunice,
you really have stepped out...

from the shadow of Sister Jude,

shining brighter than anyone
could have imagined.

Thank you, Monsignor.

If you could stay
just a little bit longer,

Frank is about to
put your star on the tree.

Oh, no, Sister,
like the mythical jolly old elf,

I, too, have more than one visit
on this festive night.

But I am happy and grateful
to leave Briarcliff in your capable hands.

Okay, hand me the star.

Oh, dear. Two steps
forward, one step back.

- Frank, you all right?
- Yeah. L-I'm fine.

Can you take him to solitary?
I'd be glad to.

Get him up.

Turn him around.

All right.

Sister Mary Eunice,

there's a pressing matter in your office
that needs your attention.

Hope you're not planning
on making a toll call.

Hey, Frankie!
What about the outfit?

Sister's instructions were just
to throw you back in your hole.

Do not open until the next
Christmas after never.

You'll rot in there, you bastard.

He give you any trouble?

No, Sister.
Oh.

I think he did.

Now,

how did this get in the building?

I pray we're not looking at a rampage.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm here to open my present.

I trust now my loyalty
is no longer in question.

Ho, ho, ho.

Hmm?

Dr. Arden, open this door!

I'd put the lion's share of blame
on that sexy little sister.

She really doesn't like you.

- What's this all about?
- You left me in that hole to rot.

But you're out now.
Anything is possible.

Let me pray with you.

I think I'd rather tell you
about my fantasies,

like the one where I jam
this gigantic crucifix up your ass,

or the other one,

where I take my rotting teeth...

and my foul-breathed mouth...

and chomp down
on your dried-up...

- Help me! Please!
- Oh, Sister, where's your sense of Christmas spirit?

I'm just beginning to feel
the comfort and joy.

Help me!

Dear God,
someone help me!

Someone help me!

Does this offend
your delicate sensibilities?

Actually, I find it rather tedious.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have more pressing matters
to take care of.

How did you find me?

Well, you were in a car accident.
The details were in all the papers.

"Escaped mental patient returned to ward."

You'll never get away with it,
not as long as I have a voice.

Is that what you were doing on the phone?
You were going to call the police?

You know what I've been doing
since you left me?

I've been in mourning.

You made me kill Bloody Face.

I've been through every inch of my house
with a toothbrush, cleaning up.

No bone, no skin,

no drop of blood
escaped my scrutiny,

and the furnace has been
burning red-hot, believe me.

You haven't made me disappear.
I'm a witness.

To the courts?
An unreliable one at best.

In fact, I was
just gonna let you talk.

With no hard evidence,
who do you think they'll believe,

the doctor or the patient?

But then I thought about
how you betrayed me.

I opened my heart to you.

I told you my story,

and you used it to confuse me.

You made me
give you my intimacy,

and that is a wrong
that I need to make right.

You're insane.

Everyone is gonna
be able to see that.

I've lost so much recently,

I feel like I've been set adrift
in the open sea.

But now that you're here...

so close to me again, well...

I feel like I've been found.

No!

Get off-

Shh.

Do you believe in fate, Lana?

Hmm?

We've been drawn
together like magnets,

and I must admit I didn't
fully understand why until now.

But like the phoenix,
who had to turn to ashes,

Bloody Face had to burn
so he could be born again.

And your skin...

will be the start
of a whole new Bloody Face.

No!

It's just you and me, Sister. God's off
having schnapps with the nice Santa.

- I'm not the enemy.
- You're not the only enemy.

You just happen to be
the one I'm focusing on right now.

Whee!

I take that back.

Maybe God is here,

and...

he's giving me a sign.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

No!
My welts never healed.

No sunlight,

no medicine, no bathing,

and you never...

Ever checked on me,
not once.

They're putrid now.

They're seeping pus.

Maybe I'll have you lick them
after I'm done, huh?

Remember what you said? Huh?

We're going to soften you up...

so God doesn't
have to work so hard...

to enter you with his light.

Guess what. There is no God.

But there is a Santa Claus.

We have to kill him.

Wait, wait, wait.
Stop.

Wait a minute!
Stop it!

Stop!
You have to let me do this.

We need him.

He's the only thing standing
between me and the electric chair.

Why is there
still a manhunt?

Why haven't they
turned you in?

Are we having fun yet?

You softened up enough
to receive the light?

Except it won't be God,

and, actually, it won't be light.

Having fun yet?

This isn't gonna work forever.

Look at the dust.
It's a junk room.

They practically
never come in here.

But you're right. We'll
have to think of something.

I'll finish.

Get back to the infirmary
before they realize you're gone.