All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S18E07 - Measure of My Dreams

(gentle christmas music)

- That's all you are, you know.
You're a cheap, lousy maggot!

- Oh, and you're better?
- I surely am.

- You'd best watch it.

We get outta here,
I'm going to wring your neck.

(cackling)

- That's a laugh.
You don't have the strength.

You never did
and you never will.

- Evening, officers.

And the blessing of the season
to the pair of you.

- Are you two ready
to behave yourselves?

- Oh, like god's own angels.
Isn't that right, shane?

- Truly 'tis.

- Enjoy christmas.

- Very magnanimous of you, sir.

- It's christmas eve.

What better time
for magnanimity?

(keys jingling)

(upbeat christmas music)

(beatrice): Well, this is dull.

(amanda): Shh. She invited us.

- Please. They're family.
Go be entertaining!

- I've allowed all your sisters
into my home.

That's entertaining enough.

(snaps fingers)
- go!

(sighs)

- Could I get you
ladies a drink?

- I don't drink.
- I would love one.

- What would you like?

- Oh, thomas, you know very well
what I like.

It just doesn't suit
polite company.

(sighs)

- So, margaret, where is this
surprise you promised?

We came all the way
to this cesspool of a city

On your insistence.

- Well, patience, camilla.

It will be worth the wait.

- Psst!

- What?

- Is this just
for christmas eve?

- Oh! And christmas day.
- Ah, bloody hell.

- Oh, language! I heard that.

- Oh, of course she bloody did.

- Heard that, too!

(sighs)

(kisses)

(sighs)

- So we fill out
one of these for each,

In order to keep track.

- Can I help you, gentlemen?

- Us?
- Gentlemen? Us.

(laughing boisterously)

Oh, that's rich.

- What can we do for you?

- Heard you were holding
a shane mccowan?

We're here to post bail.
- Hm.

- Oh! That won't be necessary.

We released him
and his companion.

- What? When?
- Oh, less than an hour ago.

- Thank you.
- A slippery fish.

- Shh.

- They didn't seem
happy about that.

- Mm.

- Thomas, amanda, is in charge

Of all of the police officers
in toronto now.

- Oh, I couldn't think
of a better choice.

A strong powerful man
for a strong powerful job.

- Strange.
I thought it was cream

That was supposed to rise
to the top.

But I suppose
in the police department,

Things are different.
(knocking at door)

(margaret laughs uncomfortably)
- I'll get that!

- Well, who else would?
It is your home.

- Right you are.
- Mm-hm. We're here.

- Oh!
- Stating the bloody obvious

As always, higgins.
- Language.

- It is my home.

- Yes, that's right, a home.

Not a beer parlour
or a gin mill.

- No. Yes!
- Henry, henry.

- Oh, yes, of course. Sorry.
Ah, may I present the

Star of the silver screen,

The portrayer
of the amazing agnes.

I give you all
miss ruth newsome.

- Ooh!
- Oh!

- Oh, it's a pleasure
to meet you.

- Such an admirer.
- Oh, it's all right.

It's all right.
I'm a normal person,

Just like you. Just a...

More glamorous version
of such, I suppose.

And, uh, so you must be the--
- oh!

- Three...
- Yes, yes, three.

- Oh! Ooh.

The thr-- the three sisters
that I have heard

So much about.
- Oh, this is just beautiful.

- Don't touch that.

- Isn't she something, sir?

This is going to be
a jolly evening.

- Ho. Ho. Ho...

(theme music)

(indistinct chatter)

(chuckling)
- cheers!

- You must be missing
your family.

- I am.
- Hm.

Well, at least we have
the brackenreids' party.

- Along with all
of mrs. Brackenreid's family.

(sighs)

- You know, I never minded
spending christmas alone.

- Right. But we were invited.

- Where is he?!

- Pardon?
- Shane.

He deserted me minutes
after you let us go.

Did he come back here?
- Why would he do that?

- Well, I've long since
stopped trying to reckon

What shane gets up to,

But you have to help me
find him.

- Perhaps he went off
with those two men

Who were just here
looking for him.

- What two men?

- Two men came in
offering to post his bail.

- Did one of them have
an eye patch?

- Yes.
- Oh, good lord.

- You know them?

- The murphys.

Shane's got himself
in trouble with them.

- What kind of trouble?

- Well, if the murphys set foot
in a police station,

Big trouble. Yeah, you have

To help me find him.
Come on, boys.

- Perhaps the brackenreids'
party can wait?

- Mm.

- Don't get me started
on lillian gish.

- Ooh!
- She just stole a role

That I... I deserve to play.

- Oh.
- And wouldn't you like

To know how she did that?
(women chuckling)

Uh-huh. Oh, oh! And the way

Th-th-that mabel norman
and mary pickford

Fight behind the scenes.
- Oh!

- A term that we use
in my business,

You would not think
they were ladies.

(chuckling)
- oh.

- Like wild animals.
- Oh. Hm.

- Excuse me.

Margaret.

(chuckling)

I thought you promised us
a fun party.

So far, all I've heard
are stories

About the goings-on
of souls that are on the road...

To eternal damnation.

- I thought you would like it.

- Well, I do. Up to a point,

If only to know that they're
going to get what they deserve.

(chuckling)

- Excellent.
Um, attention everyone, please.

Uh, it's time
for a parlour game.

Uh, does anyone have
a favourite--

- Oh, oh! Squeal, piggy, squeal!
- Oh!

- I want to play
squeal, piggy, squeal.

- I would love to play.

As long as the two handsome
gentlemen will join in.

- Do you hear that, sir?
Handsome.

- Don't get excited, higgins.

That one would take a run
at anyone in a pair of trousers.

And I mean anyone.

(laughing, chattering)

(jazzy music)

(man): That's on the house.
Merry christmas.

(overlapping chatter)

- Do you mind if I join
you a moment?

- Oh! Be my guest.

You look like a man
with something on his mind.

- More like someone.

- Mm. Ah, must be nice.

- But I had a question for you.

- Question?
- Well, advice actually.

- On your feet, lazybones.

(chuckling)

(soft music)

(hushed chatter)

- Toronto constabulary.
- Ah, evening gentlemen.

I know my licence
isn't yet renewed,

But these folks have
nowhere else to go

And they deserve
a little christmas cheer.

- We don't care about that.
- Oh! You in for a drink?

- No.
- We're looking for shane.

Has he been by?

Oh, ah, you can tell 'em.

- Shane was by.
But I had to throw him out.

- Why?

- Well,
he was pestering everyone

Trying to cadge a free drink.

- Well, if you threw him out
every time he did that,

He'd never be in.
- Yeah, yeah, I know.

But this night, I was fed up.

So I threw him out on his arse.

- Any idea where
he might have gone?

- Oh, this time of the night?
Try sally mclennane's.

- No, not, not her-- no.

- Don't worry yourself, kristy.

He's not going there
for loving.

Sally's been selling poitín
out the back of her store.

- Poitín?

- Uh, raw liquor.

Dirt cheap, but shane's
got a taste for it.

- Well, there isn't a liquor
made that shane

Doesn't have a taste for.
Come on, I know where she is.

- Hey! Shane in any trouble?

- No more than normal.

- Ah, so, plenty, then.

Hey, coppers.

Best of the season to you.

(bright christmas music)

(laughing)

- Where's that little piggy?

(chuckling)
whoo!

(sighs)

- This is so silly!

- Oh!
- Squeal, piggy, squeal.

- Oink, oink, oink.

- Oh! Well, that is
most definitely thomas.

Remind you of old times?

Me on your lap
and you getting fresh.

- There were no old times,
and I'm not getting fresh.

- Hm. You can believe
what you want.

- All right, amanda,
that's enough.

Get off my husband's lap.
Go! Off.

- I'll go look
for the mistletoe.

- Oh! You will not!

- You never like
to share, margaret.

(indistinct chatter)

- Isn't this exciting?
- Oh, it's a barrel of monkeys.

- The star of
the adventures of agnes

In our very home.

That should certainly
show my sisters

The circle in which
I now travel.

- I'm all of aflutter.

Where's my flask?
- Your what?

- My regimental flask.

Sterling silver.
I keep it by the bar.

Have you moved it?

- I certainly did not.
- Hm.

- Another game. Another game!

- Yes, as long as I get
to sit on thomas' lap.

- You know, sir, sometimes ruth
just throws away my things

If she doesn't like them.

- Margaret wouldn't do that.

Oh, and higgins,

You shouldn't let your wife
ride roughshod over you.

- Sometimes it's just easier,
sir.

- I know. I know.

- I gave him some.
He practically begged me for it.

- I'll see he repays you for it.

- Doubt that.

What sort of mess
he gets himself into this time?

- He's on the run
from the murphys.

- Ah, then he'll be grand.
The murphys won't do much more

Than give shane a beating
and he's had plenty of those

In his time.

There must be something else.

- Ah, damn.

- What is it?

- Shane told me
he had a sure thing,

18-to-one odds. He placed a bet.

- How did the horse do?

- Pulled up lame.
Never finished the race.

- So he owes
these murphys money?

- Ah, the murphys
don't touch the ponies.

- Then why are these
murphys after him?

- He must owe them money
for something else.

- Might he have left the city?

- Shane's no runner.

This dirty old town's
the only place he knows.

- You there.

I think it's safe to say
shane's got himself

Into a proper mess this time.

Shortly after you left,
mcbride showed up.

- Listen up!

Ten dollars for whoever
can bring me shane mccowan.

(glass shattering)

(shouting)

- He didn't say anything
about alive or dead,

But I'll wager the former.
- Is that so?

- Doubt he'd deny himself
the pleasure.

- If mcbride's after shane,
you have to help me find him.

(sighs)

- We'll do our best.

In for a dime,
in for a dollar, I'd say.

- I have an idea where to look.

(overlapping chatter)

(jazzy music)

- Ah, llewellyn.

- Château haut-brion.
Oh, no, violet, I cannot accept.

- Well, it's not from me.

- Then who?

- A secret admirer, I suppose.

- Oh!

Oh! That's the stuff.

(chuckling)
- enjoy it.

And if you're lucky,
enjoy what's to come.

- Ah.
(hart laughs)

(♪♪)

- Why would he come here?

- Shane often ends up down here
when he hits hard times.

- Oh, no. Blood.

- Don't go any further, miss.

(sighs)

- Good lord. That's shane's.

(higgins): A crystal chandelier?

(amanda): Um, a, a, a broom?

(camilla): A christmas ornament?

(beatrice): A, a lampshade?

(higgins): A candy cane?

(amanda): A, a, a bell. A bell?

- Mm-mm.
- Oh, ooh! A statue? Mm-hm.

- A tree?

- A different sort of tree?

- No, no, no!

- Uh, a, a beautiful giraffe?

- Oh, henry, I'm not trying
to be a giraffe.

Don't be silly.

If I was trying to be a giraffe,
I would just do this.

See?
- Hm.

- Are you sure
you're not a tree?

- Oh...
- So your flask is missing

And you think
one of my sisters took it?

- Well, someone did.

- Well, it wasn't my relatives.

You likely just misplaced it.
- I didn't misplace it!

- And mind yourself
around amanda.

She's told me all about you.
- All about?

There is nothing "all about."

- Well, that's not
what she said.

Look, I know
she's an attractive woman

And she probably reminds you
of me, but--

- I'm not interested
in your sister.

I just want
my bloody flask back.

You're a cactus.
- Yes! Thank you.

A cactus! It's plain as day.

- Ha, ha. A cactus.
How clever, dear.

(amanda): And you're telling me
that's not some sort of tree?

- It is not a tree.
It is a succulent.

- A what?
- Thank you!

- I don't know what that is.
Do you?

- Shane lost his cross.
It doesn't mean anything.

- Well, the pool of blood
is somewhat concerning.

- Was he wearing it
when you were arrested?

- Ah, I can't remember.
Look, truth be told,

Both shane and I had a thirst
like the devil today.

But I, I think he had it on.

- Where else might he have gone?

- Well, this was my best guess.

(sighs)
- well, I'm afraid

There's not much more
we can do for you.

- So you're going to abandon me
and let a good man die?

On christmas eve?

- A good man?

He sounds like a drunkard,
a gambler, and a thief,

Who owes money all over town.

- That makes him no less
a good man.

Some of us are plagued
by demons, sir.

There's not much to do about it.

- Don't worry, kristy.
We're here.

- Thank you, frank.

Now you two go back
to your cozy homes

And a merry christmas
to the both of youse.

- Well, what do you think?

- If these murphys
and this mr. Mcbride

Are as dangerous
as they all say,

They're going to need our help.

- You really don't want to go to
the brackenreids' party, do you?

- Just protecting
and serving, sir.

- Yeah.

- For many, acting is not
as easy as it looks.

Myself, it seems, ah,
it's just in my blood.

I hardly have to give
any thought to bringing life

Into my performances.
I just empty my head

Of all thoughts and do.

- Hm. That must be
a struggle for you.

- It is. It is! Thank you.

I have so many thoughts rattling
around in this brain of mine.

- I thought I heard something
when you shook your head.

I thought it was marbles.

(chuckling)

- Did that cal whitman fellow
really try and kill you?

- Oh, he did. He did.

But, in truth,
who could blame him?

He was consumed
with jealousy and envy,

Aware that his talents really
couldn't compete with...

Oh, henry, where's my drink?

- Oh! Right away, ruthie poo.

- No, no, no. Not in public.
Not in public.

Uh, but, yes. Oh! Cal whitman

Is a bounder,
and a cad, and a phony.

- He must have fit in well
in your business.

- Oh, bea!

- You seem troubled, sir.

- One of margaret's sisters
stole my flask. I'm sure of it.

- Which one?

- Well, they all have
their reasons.

Beatrice is a teetotal,

So she doesn't like me drinking.

Camilla hates the police
and me in particular,

So she would do it
just to spite me.

- And amanda, sir?
- Ooh, amanda. Huh.

She would do it
just to tease me.

She has the hots for me,
always has.

(chuckling)
- the hots for you, sir?

- Yes. Is that strange
to contemplate?

- Well, I mean, it's...

No, sir,
it's not strange at all.

- Just see what you can
find out, higgins.

♪ good tidings we bring ♪

♪ to you and your kin ♪

♪ we wish you
a merry christmas... ♪

- I need to step inside
for a moment.

- You buying me and the lads
a drink for our assistance?

- Ah, no.

- Never hurts to try,
does it, chief?

- I suppose not.

So, what's a fellow like you
doing working on christmas eve?

- Well, christmas
is for everyone, sir.

Even the lost souls.

I keep my place open on the eve

For their comfort
and camaraderie.

My family understands
that I'll be there for them

On christmas day.

- That's very generous of you.

- Oh, can be a lonely time,
christmas, for some, sir.

(overlapping chatter)

- Miss hart.
- Detective!

Well, I must say
this is a surprise.

Wha-what are you doing here
on christmas eve?

- I'm looking for
an irish man named shane.

- Oh. The man with the rotten
mouth and the powerful thirst?

- That sounds like him.

- Well, I haven't seen him
in months,

Not since I banned him.

- Let me guess:
He owes you money?

- Indeed. I've also caught him
here after hours

More than once.

He's a colourful character,
always hoping

He could pay his bill
with stories.

What did he do?

- I have no idea, but some very
dangerous people are after him.

- And you're trying to save him.

That's a noble pursuit
on christmas eve.

Hm.

Could I offer you a drink?

It's quite lively
in here tonight.

- Thank you, but it is lively
enough for me out there.

(roaring)
(ruth): Oh! A lion?

(margaret): No. Oh.

- Oh!
- Oh, oh! The chief constable.

You're trying to be
the chief constable.

- No, she's bloody not.

- Ooh! Hello.
Aren't you the saucy one.

(chuckling)
- excuse me. I'm sorry.

- No, no need for apologies.

I know you've been eyeing me up
since you got here.

Don't think I haven't noticed.

- Oh, the wind! The wind!
You're trying to be the wind!

- No.
- I will confess,

I've always been attracted
to a man in uniform.

- Well, I'm... Not in uniform.

- In or out,
doesn't matter much to me.

(chuckling)

- Well, I think I've had
just about enough.

I'm leaving. No need for you
to come along.

- But ruth! Higgins, please!
- Ruth!

- Don't, don't,
don't touch me. Two-timer.

- I didn't do anything.
- Well, it certainly

Didn't look like that.

- She made a play for me.

- You?

- I think she's a sex maniac.

The chief constable told me
as much.

She even made a pass at him.
- Him?

- Well, that's what I thought,
but I think it's true.

- But... You're mine?

- Forever and ever, love dove.

- And you don't have eyes
for anybody else?

- I would rather be blind

If I couldn't look
at you every morning.

- Oh...

I have a new game.

- Oh!
- Who wants to play?

♪ joy to the world ♪

♪ the lord is come ♪

♪ let earth receive her king ♪

♪ let every heart ♪

♪ prepare him room ♪

♪ and heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ and heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ and heaven and heaven ♪

♪ and nature sing ♪♪

- Bravo!
(applause)

(chuckling)
that was lovely.

- Oh, thank you.
And if you need a place

To celebrate christmas,
we can offer shelter.

- Wow. Thanks, chief,

But we got, uh,
plenty of places to celebrate.

- Right. You know
where else he could be?

- Well,

If we haven't found him by now,
he's long gone.

Sorry, kristy, but I'm sure

He'll fare well.

When has he not?

- I suppose.

- Well, that's that, then.

Thanks for your help, coppers.

You done right by
us. It's appreciated.

♪ so come fill up your glasses ♪

- That's shane.

♪ of brandy and wine ♪

♪ whatever it costs ♪

♪ I will pay ♪

♪ so be easy and free ♪

♪ when you're drinking with me ♪

♪ I'm a man you don't
meet every day ♪♪

(ominous music)

(scattered clapping)

- Now that was lovely.

- Brings a tear. It does.

- So what now?

- Get outta here.

- The debt's paid, is it?

- Far from that.

- But the lord's mercy's
with you on this holy night.

Now skedaddle.

- You know I'm good for it.

- Well, you'd best be!
Or we'll fetch you again.

- Well, seems we've done
our good deed for the year.

- Ma'd be proud.

- Would she now?

Huh? Where is he?

- Who?

- Don't be playing daft with me,
boy.

I heard him caterwauling
a mile away.

- It's almost christmas day,

The eve of the birth
of our lord and saviour.

- Aye.

- We opted for mercy.

- Oh.

(inhales sharply)

Not a wise move.

- Who did this to you?

- Someone a bit more skilled

In the art of fisticuffs
than ourselves.

- You were messing with mcbride?

- More like he was
messing with us.

- Seems we're not the only ones
shane's in debt to.

- Did he take shane?
- No.

Shane scarpered before
mcbride showed up.

- Where?
- Down mccaul.

- Did you tell this mcbride
fellow where he went?

- We did not. We sent mcbride
off in the wrong direction.

- Oh.

Do you two require
medical assistance?

- Why?

- Ain't nothing ailing us.

- Well, this could
go on all night.

- Hm.

You think he's safe
and sound, then?

- He appears to have
avoided trouble so far.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for your help,

But I think we've gone
as far as we can go.

- Ah, he's probably long gone.

- You all have some place
to spend christmas, I take it?

- Oh, the city's our home.

That's good enough for us.

But thanks for helping us out
with shane.

Merry christmas, sirs.

(soft unsettling music)

- All right,
the coppers are gone.

Where did shane get off to?

- Don't know about that,

But I know where he was heading
when we caught up with him.

(exhales)

- Some assistance
would be appreciated.

- I didn't think you
invited us here to work.

- Oh! Well, I-I'll help,
mrs. Brackenreid.

- Oh, no, you mustn't.
You're the guest of honour!

- Oh, no. I'd be delighted.

Henry, go get some apples.

You... You do have apples,
don't you?

- Oh! Indeed, we do.
- Henry, those apples, now.

- Just this way.

- The rest of us
should choose a partner.

- I choose henry.
- Oh, no, no, no.

Sorry, you can't.
Henry is allergic to water.

- Allergic to water?
- Mm.

- Oh, how does he bathe?

- Infrequently, unfortunately.
- Oh.

- But I'll be your partner.

Given the size of your mouth,
I'm sure you'll have no trouble

Snagging an apple.

And I mean that
in the nicest way possible,

Of course.

For some, a-a big mouth
is a sign of beauty.

- This is bollocks!

- You don't want to play, sir?

- Margaret's christmas present
has gone missing.

You keep an eye on this lot.

I'm going to get
to the bottom of this.

- Sir.

- Mr. Higgins--
- oh, it's, ah, higgins-newsome.

- Oh! Of course.
- Hm.

- I'm sorry to hear
about your affliction.

It must be terrible.

- My what?
- Oh, no. Henry doesn't like

To talk about it. Do you, dear?

- Uh, quite right.
- Mm.

Well, I think we'll begin
with beatrice and... Margaret.

- Oh!

(both): Wonderful.

(upbeat music)

- Whoo! Ah!

(jazzy music)

(crowd cheering)

- Hey, do you mind?

- Oh, ooh. Not at all.
Be my guest. Not at all.

- I'm so glad you came.

I know this isn't
a normal christmas celebration.

- No, no. It's better.

- Well, you know, violet
isn't fond of many people,

But she does like you.
- And I like her as well.

- Yeah, but you have to admit,
the woman is a mystery.

- Which makes her
all the more interesting.

- I agree. I agree.

She's also a mystery
I, uh, intend to solve.

- Mm. Good luck.

- With, uh...

This.
- Oh!

(choking)

- I intend to marry her.

- Uh, well, she could
do much worse. Ha.

- Do you think she'll say yes?

- Not something I can answer.

Like you say, she is a mystery.

- Oh, well...

I suppose there's only
one way to find out.

- Uh-huh.

(upbeat jazzy music)

(distant chatter)

- What do you think
you're doing?

Are you thieving?

- Quite the opposite.

I'm actually looking
for a thief.

- You coppers are all alike,

Suspicious of anyone
that isn't your own kind.

Look in my valise if you want.

- One of you lot stole
my wife's christmas present.

- You think one of her
loving sisters stole it?

(huffs)

You know, I feel sorry
for margaret.

Living with you must be a trial.

(amanda screaming)
- who's squealing now, piggy?

Oh, that's it! You can do it!
Just try harder.

(gasping)

- You trying to kill me?

- I am not! I am just
trying to help us win.

- No, you're not.
You're a lunatic.

You were trying to drown me.

- Maybe that's what you get for
putting hands on my henny penny!

- Your what?

There is no need for such filth.

- Please, ladies,
we're just trying

To have a nice christmas!

- A nice christmas?

That's a rich one.
Your husband is a thief.

- What?
- A thief?

- He was going through
our belongings in the bedroom.

- Thomas!

- Well, if you wanted
to see my unmentionables,

You just had to ask.

- I do not want
to look at your...

(sighs)
margaret,

One of your sisters
stole your christmas present.

- That's an outrageous
accusation!

- One of you lot stole
my silver flask

And the necklace
that I got for margaret.

- Oh, you got me that necklace.

- Oh, I wouldn't be surprised
if you didn't lose them both

In one of your drunken stupors.

- I don't know what you
ever saw in that man!

- Well, I do.

But if you want proof
that I didn't take it,

I'd be happy to have
you search me.

- Oh, be quiet, amanda!

- Margaret, when you were kids,

You said that beatrice
always was sticky-fingered.

- Ah! You told him that?
How could you?

- No--
- the doctor said

That it was just a condition!

(gasping)
ah, y-y-you're awful!

(crying)

- Excuse me, excuse me!

We really should
finish the game.

It's not christmas
until we finish the game.

(beatrice crying)

- It's not christmas.

Get out.

- Camilla, beatrice,
amanda, get out!

- Margaret!
- Get out!

(overlapping shouting)
henry higgins! Out!

- Where's my coat?
- All of you! Out!

Out of my house!
Not you, thomas!

- Merry christmas, sir.
- Merry christmas, higgins.

(breathing heavily)
- my christmas!

♪ la-la-la-la ♪

♪ la-la-la-la ♪♪

- Thank you, both.
Every holiday,

Some families gotta make
an impossible choice,

Celebrate or put
food on the table.

- You do good work
on this and every night.

Well, it's far too late to head
to the brackenreid's now,

Wouldn't you say?
- Far too late.

(sighs)

- What do you say, murdoch?

A drink with the boss
on christmas eve?

- I could certainly do worse.

(chuckling)

(indistinct chatter)

- I heard
the trumpet player left.

I wanted to thank him--
- oh!

- ...For the wine.
- You thought it was leonard.

- Is that his name?

- Indeed.
- Mm-hm.

- Don't worry.
This is going to be fun.

- Oh.

Henry...

- Ah, ladies and gentlemen,

Allow me to introduce
star of the silver screen,

Ruth newsome!

(faint chatter)

- Well, isn't this nice?

- Um, nice, dear?

- Yes, they've, they've decided
to respect my privacy. Oh.

- Huh.

- Did you enjoy the wine?

- Oh!

Very much so.

- Surprised to see me?

- Ah, uh...

Mm... Pleased is more like it.

I thought you were
attending to your studies.

- I came back to toronto
for the holidays.

- Oh. Well, I'm happy to see you

And the, the wine was,
was delicious.

- Well, I just happen
to have another bottle.

I just need a place to drink it.

- It's quite noisy here.

- And crowded.
- Much, much too crowded.

- I'll grab my coat.
- Uh-huh.

(jazzy music)

- Be good lads
and don't tell a soul.

I just need a place to rest.

- We won't if you don't.
- Deal.

- I know another way.

- Margaret.

- Don't, thomas. Just don't.

No children, no visitors.

This is the worst
christmas ever.

- Doesn't need to be.
- Well, it is.

- It hasn't even started yet.

- Thomas, just--

Wha--?
(laughing)

What are you doing?

- Let's go dancing.

(scoffs)
- now? On christmas eve.

- Miss hart is holding
a soirée at the starbright club.

I think that you should go
and put on your dancing shoes.

- You don't even like dancing.

- No. But I know you do.

- Well, I'll need a moment.

- 'course.

(sighs)

- Now I remember why I don't
spend time with my sisters.

- Aye.

- Oh!
(laughing)

- Spruce beer?
You don't drink, detective?

- Only on the rarest
of occasions.

- Hm.

- Violet, uh,
could I have a moment?

- Isaiah, I thought
we agreed no presents.

- Well, this isn't exactly
a present.

Violet hart...

(stomping)

- Nobody moves.

Show yourself, shane.

Or your life is going
to forever change.

(grunting)

- Let me go!
- Shut your gob.

You. Sit down.

- Toronto constabulary.
Put down the weapon.

- I don't want any trouble.

- A curious way of showing that.

- I'm simply here to see
a debt is properly settled.

I want to see shane mccowan.

- Well, shane most certainly
is not here.

- You're the only boozer
in town still open.

- I'd hardly call
my club a boozer.

- Let the young lady go,

And there'll be no
further trouble.

- There'll be no further trouble

If you deliver me mccowan.

- And I will. Let the woman go,

I'll find shane mccowan and see
that your debt is repaid.

- My truck is with shane.

I don't need
any coppers involved,

And I surely
don't need your help.

Show yourself, shane!

Or I swear,
this christmas'll be your last.

What are you lot doing?

It's christmas eve.
Give us a song.

(jazzy music resumes)

- What do we do, sirs?

- We could rush him.

There's no way he
could get all of us.

- Sir, the detective and I
both have children at home.

Wouldn't be much of a christmas
if their fathers were to perish.

- Detective?
- I have to agree with henry.

- Thank you, sir.

- Regardless of what we do,

One of us is liable to get shot.

(gunshot)

(screaming)
- that's enough of the music!

Now shane, I got kristy here,

So get on out
so these good people

Can enjoy their christmas.

Say something, uh?

(kristy): Shane.
If you're here...

Run!

- Not that!

- We have no choice.
We're going to have to rush him.

- You're right.
- Shane!

Get out here and face the music

Or I'm taking miss kristy
here with me,

And you won't be
seeing her again.

- I'll go for the gun.

You go low, you go high. Ready?

- You leave her be, mcbride!

- Ah, I thought that would get
your attention.

My money.
- I don't have it.

But I can pay with my life
if you let her go.

- No. Run, shane.
- I will not!

- Well, if mcbride shoots me,

The coppers will surely get him,
then you won't have to

.Worry about him any longer!

- No. I won't leave. Kristy.

I loves ya.

I bless the day I found you.

I got no life without ya.
You're the measure of my dreams.

- Shane.

- Mrs. Brackenreid.
- Oh.

(chuckling)

- Can't hear any music.

- Not much of a soirée.
I suppose we've missed it?

- Strange.

Miss hart assured me that
the party would go 'til dawn.

Look, you stay here
with the driver,

And I'll go take a look.
Oh, uh...

Something to remember me by.
(chuckling)

- In case I never see
you again. Ha, ha, ha.

- Take me, mcbride.

I'm ready to go.

Ready to go to the place
where the streams of whisky

Are flowing.

- Where is this place?

- I believe he's referring
to his version of heaven.

- Let's go, shane.

And let these good people
enjoy their party.

- Oi, big fella.

- Oh!

(people gasping)

- I'll take that, mr. Mccowan.

- Just being of assistance, sir.
- Hm.

- Merry christmas, sir.

- I suppose you lot were all
just waiting for me

To show up and do something.

- Oh, shane.

(indistinct chatter)

- Terribly sorry
for the interruption,

Ladies and gentlemen.
But let's not let a little thing

Like hostage-taking
ruin our evening.

(chuckling)

Gentlemen.

(jazzy music resumes)

- That's a nice necklace.

- Oh, this old thing?
I, I've had it for ages.

(laughing)

- Ruth?!

- Ah, we really
should leave, henry.

- It was you?
- I don't know why.

I, I, I saw it and I took it.
Sometimes when I see something

I want I can't help, I just--
we really have to leave, henry.

Please, please, please, please.
- Oh, ruth. Hello!

- Ha!
- Quite the soirée

For a christmas eve,
isn't it higgins?

- Uh-huh.
- Definitely a step up

From bobbing for bloody apples.

- Oh, oh. Right you are, sir.

- Henry, let's go.
- Yes, let's.

- Oh! Young love.

- Oh, it's definitely
overrated, darling.

- Oh!
(laughing)

Ooh!

- Uh, begging your pardon, uh,
ladies and gentlemen, but, uh,

I need a word with our hostess.

She's been so busy making sure
this party is a success

That I haven't had a chance
to, uh,

Say a word to her, so...

I thought this was the only way
to get her attention.

Miss hart,
thank you for this party

And the, uh, rather
unexpected floor show.

(chuckling)

But I am left with a question.

(gasping)

And I need an answer.

- The man's got stones,
I'll give him that.

- Oh, indeed he does.

- Miss violet hart,

On this most
auspicious evening...

(chuckling)

Will you do me the honour
of being my wife?

- Yes.

(applause)

- Ladies and gentlemen,
the bar is open.

(cheering)

Yes, that includes you.

(laughing)

- Well, that all worked out,
didn't it?

- Well, yes, sir.
It certainly did.

(soft christmas music)

- Merry christmas.

I got enough
to cover your debts.

- Thanks, love.

- That was the bravest
thing I ever saw.

- I'd never let ill
come to you, kristy.

Ah!

- Looks like you've gotten
a chance at a fresh start.

Perhaps you should take it.

- I surely will, sir.
I surely will.

- We'll keep our noses clean.

- Merry christmas.

- You sure you got enough
to cover it all?

- More than enough.

- So would you say no
to another drink, then?

- I thought you'd never ask.

But first!

- Right.
- We have to make this right.

- Higgins, that was quick.
- Ha.

Well, ruth has something
that she would like to say.

Isn't that right, ruth?

- Somehow these ended up
with my things.

Not quite sure how.

- Ended up?
- That's what I said.

Just ended up there.

- And ruth would like to say
she is very sorry,

Wouldn't you, ruth?

- I'm... Very sorry.

It's just sometimes
I see something that I want

And something just
comes over me!

- She's my little magpie.
- Hm.

- Well, huh, we'd best be off.

Merry christmas, brackenreids.

- Merry christmas, higgins.
- Newsome.

- Come along, dear.

(sighs)
- it's the exact one.

- I see you admiring it every
time we walk past russell's.

- Oh.

- I believe I owe
your sisters an apology.

(sighs)
- yes, you do.

- If I may,

You people opened your hearts
and your purse to me,

And I can't give you
much but a song.

(soft music)

♪ it was christmas eve, babe ♪

♪ in the drunk tank ♪

♪ an old man said to me ♪

(chuckling)

♪ won't see another one ♪

♪ and then he sang a song ♪

♪ the rare old mountain dew ♪

♪ I turned my face away ♪

♪ and dreamed about you ♪

♪ got on a lucky one ♪

♪ came in eighteen to one ♪

♪ I've got a feeling ♪

♪ this year's for me and you ♪

♪ so happy christmas ♪

♪ I love you baby ♪

♪ I can see a better time ♪

- There you go.
Let me take a look at ya.

♪ when all our dreams
come true ♪

- I've brought the mistletoe.

- Merry christmas.
(chuckling)

- Mm.

- Ruth.

Take the long way home, driver.

(horse neighing)

(laughing)

♪ you were handsome ♪

♪ you were pretty ♪

♪ queen of new york city ♪

♪ when the band
finished playing ♪

♪ they howled out for more ♪

♪ caruso was swinging ♪

♪ all the drunks
they were singing ♪

♪ we kissed on the corner ♪

♪ then danced
through the night ♪

♪ the boys of the toronto
pd choir ♪

♪ were singing galway bay ♪

(laughing)

♪ and the bells
were ringing out for... ♪

- I miss you, too.

But I'll be seeing you soon.

(theme music)