All language subtitles for Deck.The.Halls.2011

[ up-tempo music plays ]

[ horn honks ]

- [ indistinct conversations ] - Right there.

- ♪ Oh, look out
- Hey, check this girl out.

♪ Here I come

- ♪ Look out,
here I come, oh ♪
- Whoa.

- ♪ I have to get you, baby
- Man: That's what
I'm talking about.

♪ I have to get you

♪ Look out.

- You're in my spot.
- Really?

Mm-hmm.

Thanks for
keeping it warm.

Martini me.

Up. And dry.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

[ up-tempo music plays ]

So, as the youngestfull partner --

Shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.
What?

[ chuckles ]

Really?You can do that?

Mm-hmm.

♪ And, baby, you

[ laughs ]

[ indistinct conversations ]

♪ Now I know
the reason why. ♪

[ laughs ]

Go home, Romeo.

But -- but you --
you were gonna
show me how to --

No. You know,I'm just a big tease.

[ laughs ]

[ siren wails in distance ]

Remember me?

Oh. Of course.

Who could everforget you?

Well...

now you're in myspot.

[ grunts ]

Lieutenant Gindi,please.

Yeah, this is Reilly.

Tell Eli I just didhis job... again.

Bagged the real Back Alley Slasher.

Yeah -- Oh,can you hold on a second?

[ cellphone chimes ]

Hey, Pops. What's up?

Mommy did what?

♪ I'll be home
for Christmas ♪

♪ You can count on me

♪ Please have snow
and mistletoe ♪

♪ And presents
by the tree ♪

♪ Christmas Eve
will find me ♪

♪ Where the love
light gleams ♪

- ♪ I'll be home
for Christmas ♪
- [ Luke chuckles ]

- Would you hold still?
- Nora: It tickles.

Luke, darling, aren't you
forgetting something?

Luke: How silly of me.

♪ If only in my dreams.

Oh. I like that.Blood red.

Well, of course, Nora,on you --

- what other color would I use?- Okay, you two.

My turn.

Now, that makes for
a very spooky...

Christmas in New York.

Yes, and soon-to-bea very spooky New Year's,

thanks to you,Regan, dear.

Not that I don't lovemy new rug.

Mother, how long are you
going to keep blaming me

for you
breaking your leg?

You are the one
who slipped.

Oh, Easter
sounds about right.

Oh, you're a lot of help.

I'm not the one
who gave her

a widower-making birthday present.

Hey! Widower-making?!

- Is that the best you got?
- Huh?

[ both laugh ]

Of course, you know,
this means war! Ha ha!

- Bring it on, Pops!
- I'll "Pops" you.

[ both laughing and grunting ]

[ laughs ]

[ laughter ]

Oh, how I've missed this!

♪ Deck the hallswith boughs of holly ♪

♪ Tra-la la la la,la la la la ♪

♪ 'Tis the seasonto be jolly ♪

Alvirah:
♪ Fa-la la la la,
la la la la ♪

How's this, honey?

Uh, unh-unh,
unh-unh.

Just a squinch more
this way.

♪ 'Tis the season
to be jolly ♪

This is as jolly as I get
with a toothache.

Please make up your mind.

♪ Fa-la la la la

♪ La la...la...la!

Perfect.
Do. Not. Move.

Well, I can promise you that.

Oh, this tooth
is killing me.

When's my dentist
appointment again?

Oh, it's not
till after lunch, honey.

Stop your whining,handsome. Hmm?

There's plenty of timeto relax

and enjoymy beautiful tree.

Oh.

It iskind of nice.

Mm-hmm.

Regan:
Think it'll snow
by Christmas?

See what Santa has plannedfor the greater New York area,

shall we?

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Looks like cold and colderfor the rest of the week.

Well, it's been hot
and hotter in L.A.,

so chillin' sounds
just fine to me.

I'd imagine that it does.

"Luke, how's that daughterof yours doing?"

"Oh, funny you should ask.

Let me check the paperto find out."

"Regan Reilly,
private investigator,

risks her life to draw outthe Back Alley Slasher."

Dad, it was just another case.

No, it's notjust another case.

You catch a serial killer,clear your client,

make the national news,and -- hello? --

didn't think to mention itto your parents?

What hasn't she told us
this time?

No. Here.Read all about her.

Anything about
who's she's dating?

Oh, no, just the usual
murder and mayhem.

So, Mom, what's onyour schedule for today?

Any errands I can run?

Anything I can arrange foryour radio interview tomorrow?

No, thank you, dear.

Besides, I thought you were
going into the city.

There isa great saleat Bloomie's.

I've gota pretty light day.

I'll be happyto pick you up after.

No, you don't, mister!

- What?
- Ha!

You have
a dentist appointment,

and you have canceled
twice already.

Third time's the charm.

Regan, here.

Meet your dad here
at the dentist at 1:00.

[ stammers ]They're delivering

our Christmas treethis afternoon.

Yes, and I will be here
to greet the big strong men

who carry it in
and set it up.

[ chuckles ]

You think this is funny,
do you?

I think --I'm gonna go grab a shower.

[ laughs ]
You -- go shower.

Kiss. [ chuckles ]

You -- go work.

Fine.

Oh. Yes. Ha ha.

Love you.

Me? I'm gonna treat my leg
to a nice nap.

[ chuckles ]

[ horns honking ]

Willy, honey,did you drown in there?

Willy:
The steam makes my tooth
feel better!

Stop being such a baby.

Honey, you know how I feelabout wasting good hot water.

All right?

Five more minutes,and then it's my turn.

Hey, when's
my birthday again?

[ chuckling ] Willy!

- And yourbirthday.
- I'm not doing this
right now!

- And our anniversary.
- Come on!

And when you put
all our numbers in a row

on a $40 million
winning lottery ticket

like one of us
was smart enough to do,

what do you get?

Annoyed!

Willy, please don't use upall the hot water!

There's an ocean
of hot water
in here, Alvirah,

and the answer is,
what you get...

is "never have to clean
another house or fix
another faucet" rich.

Why don't you
get in here with me,

and maybe
you'll get lucky twice.

- [ dog barking ]
- Oh!

Let me help you
with that, Mr. R.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I've got it, Rosie.

I've got it.

My family already thinksI'm helpless enough as it is.

Oh.

For you and the boys.

Oh. Thank you!

Ahh.

And...

for Santa.

[ laughs ]

And...

his helper.

Ho ho ho.

[ giggles ]

[ humming "Deck The Halls" ]

[ rewinding ]

[ humming continues ]

♪ You said Santa's
coming to town ♪

♪ You said
Santa's coming around ♪

♪ I don't care
if he's out of luck ♪

♪ Because if you ask me

♪ Santa, you suck

♪ Santa, you suck

♪ Santa, you suck.

[ organ music plays ]

Luke:
30 Christmases
have passed...

since I first opened
Garden Gate with the dream

of offering those
who have lost
their loved ones

a funeral home like no other.

And as we gather here today
for our annual Christmas party,

it is my pleasure to thank
each and every one of you

for another year
of excellence in service

and to be reminded,

once again,
that no matter how full

our work days may be,

to take a moment
to celebrate...

[ slurring ]
...all that life has to offer.

Blah, blah, blah.

Charlie!

Nice to see you, too.

All right, everyone.

Scurry back to yourcrummy little jobs,

with your crummy little gifts,

while boss man herecounts his bag full of money.

What? Not giving out anypink slips this year, Santa?

- You're drunk, Charlie.
- Yes, I am.

And I've gotten pretty goodat it, too, thanks to you!

- Okay, stop it, Charlie.
- I'm just getting started.

No, that's enough.
Let's go.

Luke.

It's okay, Austin.
I'm fine.

Actually...

we have another problem.

[ organ music continues ]

I hated to interrupt you,
but I've done everything I can,

and he's been utterly
inconsolable

for the past half an hour.

And with allthe guests waiting...

[ man sobbing ]

Mr. Dingle?

Mr. Dingle,
it's Luke Reilly.

I had the great honor of knowingyour uncle Cuthbert quite well.

And that he donated his fortuneto promote childhood literacy

was a wonderful thing.

So every bellon every street corner

that the volunteersof Jingle Book House

will proudly ringon Christmas now and forever...

will honor your uncle Cuthbert'sgoodness and generosity.

And that can only bring yougreat peace and comfort.

Here.

[ sniffles ]

[ crying ]

Now...

So, you really gonna
go through
with it this time?

The drilling,
the needles,
the pain?

Et tu, brute?

You bet against me in the officepool that I'd chicken out?

The odds were too goodto pass up.

[ laughs ]

- [ gasps ]
- [ nasal voice ]
Do what I say,

and you won't get dead.

[ laughs ]

Very funny, Mr. R.

[ sarcastically ]
Don't shoot, Santa.
We surrender.

- [ giggles ]
- You think this is a joke?

- That I won't shoot you?
- Mr. R?

It's okay, Rosita.
Stay calm.

Yeah. You do that.
Both of you.

Cellphones -- now.

Put these on!

And toss over
your wallet, too.

Start the car.

[ engine turns over ]

Why are you doing this?

[ crying ] Please.
Please let us go.

My boys, my babies.They don't have anybody else.

Tell someone who cares.

Now shut your trap
and do what I say.

Listen,
why make matters worse?

You have the car --
take it.
Just let us go.

- You wish.
- This isa carjacking, right?

Enough with the quiz show!

Luke:
You're going to
be okay, Rosita.

Just do what the man says,

and everything's
going to be okay.

- Isn't that right?
- Whatever.

Let's get going!

Get on the turnpike.
Take the Edgewater exit.

Head under the G.W. Bridge.

Man:
Stop the car.

Give me the keys.

Help Mr. Moneybagsout of the back there.

And grab those goodies.

Come on. Come on.
Move it.

My dear man,
be reasonable.

- Let's go.
- What have we done
to you?

We don't even know
who you are.

Man:
Come on.

Move it!

- What is this about?
- Let's go!

I'm not taking one more step

until you tell us
what this is about.

It's a kidnapping,
genius!

And if you're good
and do what I tell you,

you'll find out soon enoughwhat it will take

to buy your freedom.

Now, come on! Let's go!
Hurry it up!

I'm freezing
my keister off
out here.

Come on!

[ horn blares ]

Mm! Hey.

Bless me, Father,for I have sinned!

[ chuckles ]
Be sure and tell that

to Donna when you kiss
her hello tonight.

Yeah, as longas I come home to her,

that's all the wifeneed to know.

You know I'm full of it,but you -- you got no excuse.

No, what I got
is one last semester

of night classes at Seton
before --

Before you becomea big snazzy lawyer -- yeah.

Good for you.Where you spending Christmas at?

Or New Year's
for that matter?

That's right --
your mama's.

Fred, it's none
of my business,

but I just think, you know,you deserve somebody nice.

And Donna said, uh,Roslyn, Rosella...

- Who she set you up with?
- Rosita.

Her --She really liked you.

Yeah, she's great.

Smart, funny --
I liked her, too,

but she's got
complications.

A louse of an ex-husband,
a couple kids.

- My kids love
their uncle Fred.
- And I love them,

but there's a big difference
between being an honorary uncle

and a full-time daddy.

Yeah,and there's a difference

between spendingthe rest of your life alone

and having somebody
to buy flowers for.

Speaking of which...nothing says "Merry, merry" --

All right, all right.
Enough, already.

- Okay?
- I'm just sayin'.

Yeah, well, stop sayin'.

[ fog horn blows ]

"Rosita."

Now we're talkin'!

Nothing like somefresh-made bills

to make my holidaymerry and bright.

[ laughs ]

Books?

Only a cheapskate givesbooks for Christmas.

Isn't that nice?This one's signed by the author.

[ horn honks ]

[ whirring ]

- Hello.
- Hi.

Has Luke Reilly
arrived yet?

Nope, andDr. Chattoway is waiting.

- Oh, you're kidding.
- Why? He's not canceling
again, is he?

No! Not at all.

- I-I'm sure
he is on his way.
- Uh-huh.

[ cellphone ringing ]

Luke:
Hello, this is Luke's
fancy phone

that he still doesn't
know how to work.

You know the drill. Bye.

I'm at the dentist, Dad,
and I don'tsee you.

You better be on your way,

or Mom's gonna becooking your goose

for Christmas this year.

Hurry up.[ scoffs ]

[ sniffles, sighs ]

[ shivering ]

[ clanging ]

Knock it off!

[ groaning ]

What the Hell
is your problem?

You bastard!

How can you just sit therein front of that heater

and not see that she is
shivering half to death here?

Either turnthat heater her way,

or you'll never see a dime
of ransom money.

Is that right,
Mr. Bigshot?

Well, seeing
as I got this...

- [ gun cocks ]
- ...best get
used to freezing.

The guy was messing with me!

[ whispering ]

What?

Sure, sure.I get it!

Ohh!You filthy, lousy pig!

Yeah, yeah,
so I'm a pig.

Keep yappin',
and I 'll gag you
both again!

[ snaps fingers ]

Okay, okay, I'm going.

Luke: So...

you must be
the one in charge.

[ whimpering ]

Please...please don't hurt us.

Shh!

[ horns honking ]

You're Regan Reilly.

Pardon?

You're Regan Reilly.

Renowned private detective
from Los Angeles,

daughter of the best-selling
crime writer, Nora Reilly,

only child of Luke Reilly,
funeral-home owner,

who is currently AWOL
and I'm guessing a dentophobe.

Right?

Uh...how do you --Have we met?

No, no, no. Big ears.
Bigger reader.

I'm sorry to be so nosy.
I'm a huge fan
of your mother's...

and of your good work.

I'm -- I'm flattered.

It's not every day I have
a celebrity sighting

at the dentist's office.

Well, so --
Oh, I'm Alvirah Meehan.

Oh.

So, I'm gonna let you --
Regan Reilly --

get back to your...thing.

Did you say "Meehan"?

AlvirahMeehan?

Yeah.

TheAlvirah Meehan my mother has been sending me stories about

for years who sometimes writesfor the Globe?

The amateur sleuth with atendency to stumble upon crimes

in progress and solve themwith uncanny ability?

The do-gooder famous forrecording everything she hears

on her signaturestarburst spy pin?

Longtime cleaning woman from Queens

who was on a midtown busreading my mother's book

"It Could Happen To You"

when she andher husband, Willy,

learned thatthey had just won

millions of dollars in the lottery?

No.

Never heard of her.

- [ both laugh ]
- So, Regan, wait.

Your mother knows who I am?
She knows my name? Really?

- Oh, you fascinate her.
- Do not tease!

Scout's honor, she has sent medozens of articles

about your daring deeds --she's a huge fan.

I-I'm a huge fan
of hers.

She's not gonna believe thatI met you here at the dentist.

[ cellphone rings ]

Idon't believe.

Where the heck areyou?

Where the heck
do you think I am?

Mom!

Why so surprised?
Is everything okay?

Oh, I'm...sure. Yeah.

Why wouldn't everything...be okay?

Uh, excuse me, madam.
Do you not see the sign?

No cellphones
in the waiting room.

Mother, I --

I heard.

I just wanted to tell you...

that I love you --
Daddy too.

See you at 5:00.

Bye.I love you, too.

Ugh. Bad accent.

Too big? Too small?
Too pushy for my own good?

[ chuckling ]No. It was perfect.

It's just --where the heck is he?

Excuse me.

Mm-hmm.

[ telephone rings ]

Garden Gate.
Austin speaking.

Hey, Austin.
It's Regan.

Regan.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas
to you, too.

Is my father thereby any chance?

I-I think he left for the
dentist about an hour ago.

Wasn't he meeting you?

That was the plan.I keep calling his phone.

And all I'm gettingis voicemail.

Is there anything
I can do?

Yes,you can, actually.

If you could pleasego to his computer

and log on to his account
for me?

Certainly.

I installed that"find my phone" app

on their cellphones
when they first got 'em,

in case they lost them.

[ keys clacking ]

This doesn't make
any sense.

The app says
that your father's phone

is around heresomewhere.

Huh.

Okay, I'm gonnakeep you on the line

and call my dad's phone.

And can you see if you cantrack his ring?

[ cellphone beeps ]

[ sighs ]

[ cellphone ringing ]

It's in the Dumpster.

What do you want me to do?

Don't touch anything.

Don't say anything to anyone.I'm on my way.

[ cellphone beeps ]

- Yeah, I'd like a taxi --
- Alvirah: No, Regan.

- We're gonna take you.
We'll take you.
- What?

Uh, hold on a second,please. "We"?

- We.
- "We" who?

"We" me.

I don't know who you areor what is going on here,

but I do know never to arguewith my wife.

[ horns honking ]

No. Regan. Listen to me,honey. It's what?

It's three daysbefore Christmas, right?

If you file somemissing-persons report,

they're not gonnalook at it

till the kidshave opened, broken,

- and returned their toys.
- [ car alarm chirps ]

Who can you call
who can help?

The right guy.

You're still here?

Thought you'd be halfway toyour mom's Christmas ham by now.

Aw, you haven't tasted
her cooking.

Well, give everyoneour best, Jack.

Oh, especially...

My sister
doesn't date cops, Stan.

Anybody ever tell you you'rea regular scrooge, Reilly?

[ cellphone ringing ]

Alvirah.

Hey.

Ha ha! Race ya!

I know I promised, Sal,

but I can't just take offand leave them.

[ knock on door ]

That's her now.I'll call on my way.

- Mommy's here!
- Mom!

- Fred!
- Fred!

Hey, guys.

Is, uh, Rosita here?

I know I should be used to your
persuasiveness, Alvirah,

but you never cease
to amaze me.

I mean, here I am,
way outside
my jurisdiction,

- and you make one
phone call?
-Regan!

Well, you know.
His honor owed me a favor.

Tell me this.

How many people, otherthan the mayor's family,

have the numberfor his private line?

Well, if you clean a lot of
closets over the years,

you see a lot of skeletons
you shouldn't.

That opens doors
and gets your calls returned.

And, thanks to the mayor,
Jersey's finest

is lucky to have
yourhelp.

[ police radio chatter ]

- Willy!
- I'm hungry.

Come on, just one.

Okay.

Alvirah: What next?

- So, what can you
tell us, Jack?
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, CSU is running
your father's

wallet and cellphone
for prints,

and the other cellphone came up
belonging to Rosita Alvarado.

Dad's driver?
She's missing, too?

Yeah. We're gonna take a run
at Rosita's ex -- Ramon.

He's got a record --
D&D, D.U.I.

He's a fixture at the craps
table in Atlantic city.

ACPD are rolling to his
last known address now.

Is there any chance
he could be --

At Rosita's? Yeah.

We've asked the state police
to send a car for a look-see.

According to Mr. Grady,

she's raising
their two kids solo.

So, most likely
they're with the babysitter,

a Nicole Parma.

Does that ring any bells?

No.But I barely know Rosita.

Did Austin --um, Mr. Grady --

get you the limo'slicense plate

and the Z-Pass numbersI requested?

Yeah, and they've got
an APB out on the limo,

and the Z-Pass
was picked up

crossing the G.W.
into Manhattan.

And aren't there cameras
on all the bridges and tunnels?

Since 9/11,
yeah, you bet.

So I 've got
my best man running tape

trying to match
what the bridge
camera picked up

to the Z-Pass,
and maybe we'll get lucky.

- Great. Good.
- Grady also clued me in

to a former employee,
Charlie Johnson,

who showed up very drunk,
very uninvited,

to the office
Christmas party.

Oh, Johnson. Right.

Dad fired himfor using one of the limos

as a private car serviceon the weekends.

That's the one.

Well, apparently,
he and Rosita remained
friendly after he got the ax,

and she ushered him
out of there pretty quickly.

But the most interesting
hit that we got

was from the funeral home
security camera.

You guys are gonna
want to see this.

Now, as per Mr. Grady,the Santas arriving

for the Goodloe funeral
are volunteers
at Jingle Book House,

coming to paytheir respects.

Yeah, my folks
are big supporters.

Yeah. Well, the old manleft the charity $50 million.

Wow.

But one of the Santas
did not go inside -- see here?

He gets into the limo
before your father

and Mrs. Alvarado
step outside.

After this van moves,
there's no trace of the limo.

Can I get a copy of that?

Yeah. Already done.

Oh. Thanks.

Alvirah:
The poor kid.

Her and her dad are due homewithin the hour.

Her mother is laid upwith a broken leg.

It's three daystill Christmas,

and now she has
to go home...

[ voice breaking ]...and tell her mom this?

I mean, it just --it breaks your heart.

Well, if anyone can find
a silver lining in this,

it's you, Alvirah.

[ dog barking ]

Okay. Here we are.Good.

I really appreciate
everything you've done.

Alvirah:
Oh, not at all.

I think it's best
if I go in alone

to break the news to Mom.

You sure?

Oh, no. Of course.
Of course. Yeah, go.

And if you need anything --anything --

you're gonna ask, right?

Yeah.

Anything.

All right.

Okay.

Well, feel like trying
one of those Jersey diners?

[ crying ] It's so sad.It's the holidays.

- Wait a minute --
- And it's her mother.

Here come
the waterworks.

- And her father --
- Honey, honey.

She's so sweet.

You know what?
You take things
too personally sometimes.

- That's all.
- And you're surprised?

No, no,
I'm not surprised.

It's one of the many reasons
I love you. Hmm?

Oh, that's sweet.[ chuckles ]

[ cellphone ringing ]

What's that?

- Where is that?
- I think it's...

Oh.

Oh, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Don't answer it.

- I know.
- Don't answer it.

- I won't.
- Don't answer it!

- Hello?
- Okay.

Man: [ nasal voice ]
If you want to see
your father again,

you have 24 hours
to get me $5 million.

I will call with instructions

on where to make
the drop tomorrow.

Call the cops
and he's dead.

[ sneezes ]

Dead!

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

- ♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪
- Thanks, love.

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year

- ♪ Good tidings we bring
-[ sneezes ]

♪ To you and your kin

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year

Santa!

♪ Oh, bring us
some figgy pudding ♪

♪ Oh, bring us
some figgy pudding ♪

♪ And a cup of good cheer

♪ Good tidings we bring

♪ To you and your kin

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year.

[ indistinct conversations ]

All I want is to be a lot
prettier than my best friend,

Monica.

She's, like,
so full of herself.

[ sighs ]

[ sneezes ]

I knew you'd understand.

When mom gets home,

I'm gonna tell her
youshould be our sitter
from now on.

Yeah.

All our sitter ever does
is yak on the phone

and tell us to shush.

[ police radio chatter ]

Hey. Would you guyslike to do me a favor?

Why don't yougo grab that, uh,

checker gameyou were telling me about

and go and set it upin the kitchen?

- I'll get it!
- No, me!

Tell me Rosita 's okay.

We've got bad news.

[ indistinct conversations ]

- [ rewinding ]
- Man: Call the cops,
and he's dead.

- [ whooshing]
- See? In the background,

it was like a whooshing sound.

Yeah, play just
that last part again.

- [ whooshing]
- [ sneezes]

See?It's most pronounced --

- Just as the call ends.
- Yeah.

Lieutenant Saito
just said
the same thing.

He's gonna take the file
you uploaded

and run it through
a spectrum analyzer,

see if we can get
an I.D. on it.

Whoever this...reprobate is,

he certainly has
a miserable cold.

How did your call go?

Other than my broker
being a bit too curious?

Any red flags?

No. $5 million in stocks
will be converted to cash

and in my money market
tomorrow morning.

I'll have my team
coordinate the transfer

through
the federal reserve.

That way,
all the ransom money
is logged and tagged.

That's fine, detective,but let's be crystal clear.

The money is replaceable.

Luke and Rosita are not.

Wow. That is so Nora Reilly.

Just the poise under fire,the clarity, the passion.

It's like one of the charactersin your books.

Come and get it,
folks!

Sharp minds
need nourishment

to keep from
going off the rails.

[ police radio chatter ]

[ indistinct conversations ]

[ sea gull cries ]

Rosita:
They're so little,
Mr. Reilly.

And with their grandmaback in Puerto Rico,

I have to use a sitter --

Rosita, uh,
I'm sure that my family

is already taking care
of Chris and Bobby.

Luke:
The ransom will be paid.

I promise.
You'll be home soon.

But how can you know?

How can you be surethat these men won't --

Because all they want
is money.

- What if they --
- They won't.

They'll take the money,
and we can't identify them.

It'll be okay.

- [ switch clicks ]
- ♪ Sleep in heavenly peace♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace.♪

[ siren wailing ]

[ coughing ]

Nora loves Alvin.

Nora loves Alvin.

Lock up, dummy.

Lock up, dummy.

[ squawking ]

[ coughing ]

[ keys thud ]

Nora's hungry. Nora's hungry.

Prints on both cellphones
produced no hits.

And the photo taken
on the G.W.

captured the suspect
in his Santa disguise.

Do you recognize this man?

This couldbe the same lowlifefrom the surveillance footage.

That is,if I could see him.

Print quality blows,Lieutenant.

It's a fax of a fax
of a photo.

I'm working on getting
the original.

I'll...work faster.

Any luckwith my recording?

Yeah. And then some.

Take a listen.

- [ whooshing]
- Man: I will call
with instructions

- on where to make
the drop tomorrow.
-You hear it?

Saito:
That's the sound
of jet engines.

Based on where the photo
was taken,

I'm guessing JFK or LaGuardia.

[ Nora sighs ]

I can't do this
radio interview tomorrow.

Oh, of course.You're right, Mom.

I'm not so sure
she is right, Regan.

What do you mean?

Well, honey, I know you're justtrying to protect your mom,

but hear me out.

All right,
you've had this interview --

it's been promoted for likethree weeks now, right?

To coincide with the publicationof your new book --

one that your fans know
you do every single year

to promote
Jingle Book House.

If you cancel,

we don't know
how the kidnappers
will react.

I mean, they may think it's
a sign of police involvement.

I don't know.

She's right, Mom.

Mm-hmm. And you made that exactpoint in "Rock-A-Bye Me Deadly."

I did! I did!

Precisely that, Alvirah!

Ohh. I can't focus.
I just...

Hey, what aboutCharlie Johnson,

the guy who crashedthe office party?

After talking
to his neighbors,

I learned Charlie 's
been on a serious bender

for most of
the last year.

We're staking out
his favorite haunts.

What about surveillance footage

from the Garden Gateparking lot?

Any leads there?

I forwarded it
to the FBI.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

I think we just did.

Rosita's ex, Ramon?

Atlantic city police
haven't found him yet.

He hasn't been at his lastknown address in months.

But...they've confirmedthat he's in deep

to a mobbed-up loan sharkto the tune of 200 grand.

They put a hit out on him?

That would explain him
going underground.

And there is
your motive, right?

Jack:
If they do find Ramon,

we'll put him
under surveillance,

hopefully he'll lead us
right to Luke and Rosita.

Which brings up
the really ugly question.

If Ramon is the kidnapper,

could Rosita possibly be
an inside accomplice?

That's impossible.

Mom, we have to examineevery angle.

You don't know her,
I do.

She is not involved.
Not Rosita.
She's a good mother.

Maybe, but you haven't seen whatI've seen, actually lived it.

Look, I know you researchevery crime, every criminal.

You write with knowledgeand passion,

but...no one really livesor dies in your world, Mom.

I mean, you'd be shockedat the number of good people

that I 've had to put awayfor doing very bad things,

and right now the only thinglinking Charlie and Ramon

to any of this is Rosita.

Well, I still
think you're wrong.

I hope you're right,
but we have to know.

Which leaves us
with Rosita's children.

Somebody has to interview
those kids.

Oh.

[ door opens ]

Okay, okay.I'm sorry I'm late.

You knowI had stops to make.

You suregot off easy today.

Traffic was so badwhen I ditched the limo,

that I'd still be stuck in itif I wasn't in the Z-Pass lane.

[ slam ]

What?

Did you hear that,
Mr. R?

Yes. I know.
He used the Z-Pass.

That dummy may have
just done us
a big favor.

Oh, I hope so.

No way that'll happen.

Besides,I wiped it downwith bleach,

exactly as you
wrote it down.

I left the phone
like I was supposed to.

[ engine turns over ]

[ dog barking ]

Eggs?Uh, cheese...

Tuna salad. Come on.Something's got to sound good.

[ knock on door ]

- Mommy!
- Mommy!

Boys, let me --let me get that.

Who wants pizza?

- Pizza! Yay!
- Pizza! Whoo-hoo!

So, you boys are used to your
mommy working late for my dad?

Uh-huh, 'cause then mommybrings home cookies

and even presents.

Presents?

Like the kind of presents
that Santa brings?

No.Mom calls them "swagie."

Oh, yeah.
That's not what
Santa brings.

So what do you want
this year from Santa?

We want a tree!

Yeah, uncle Fred said he'd take us.

He's not really our uncle,but he's cool.

He knows Santa, too.

I bet he does.

And what else are
you gonna ask
for for Christmas?

- Hmm.
- Come on.

There's got to be
something else
that you want.

How about...

A truck!

Yeah, our daddrives a truck.

He does.

But he doesn't livewith us anymore.

He had to move for work.

Mommy sayswe can ask Santa for a truck,

but not for Daddy.

We're not allowed
to ask for people.

Oh, you miss him, huh?

Uh-huh, I'm gonna ask Santa if he can help Daddycome home anyhow.

I won't tell mommy.

I-I know proceduremandates that I callsocial services,

but withtheir mom missing

and their sad excuseof a father in the wind,

I...I just couldn't do itto them.

And the sitter wasn't
the least bit concerned

about just leaving?

She offered to stay,

but when she learnedI was a cop,

and since the boysknew who I was,

she took off.

Look, I-I knowit sounds crazy,

but I justkept thinking --

hoping that Rosita was just...

delayed, you know?

That she'd come walkingthrough that door any minute

and find me,of all people...

Fred, believe me,
it's gonna be fine.

All right?

Your captain
asked me to tell you

you have
his full support, okay?

It's settled, then?

I can stay herewith Chris and Bobby

until Rosita's backsafe and sound?

Oh, yeah, in fact,
you being here

has become key
to our investigation.

How's that?

What do you know
about Rosita's
ex-husband Ramon?

Please tell mehe's not the perp.

So, I got
the lowdown on Ramon
and Rosita from Fred.

Pregnant,
married straight
out of high school,

and apparently straight
downhill from there.

Does Fred thinkRosita could be dirty?

[ scoffs ]
Well, what do youthink?

Ramon left in the middle
of the night.

Right, never sent
them a dime.
How about that?

Well, I thinkI owe my motheran apology.

Yeah, we both do.

Honey, I can smell
the onions from here!

I like onions!

I hope I haven't kept youwaiting too long.

No, not at all.
Thanks for coming.

I just wanted to get
my dad's laptop.

Cuthbert Boniface Goodloe?

Oh, was this the funeral

that attracted all the
Jingle Book House mourners?

Yes. He was a kind
and generous man.

Were there any actualfamily members

among all thosevolunteer Santas?

A nephew,
Cuthbert Boniface Dingle.

He took the loss
quite hard.

Alvirah:
First chance we get,

we should pay
our condolences
to Mr. Dingle.

[ clock chiming ]

After the police
were through,

I-I didn't know what to do.

Well, I-I didn't know
it was allowed, and...

[ sighs ]

who would like
a nice cup of tea?

I'll take you up
on that.

Thank you, Austin.

[ cellphone ringing ]

Oh, it's Jack.
You go on ahead.
I'll catch up.

Hey, Jack.

- Jack:
Good news, Alvirah.
- What?

Saito got a clean photo
off the G.W.

- Oh, well, that's great.
- It should be
in your e-mail now.

Yes. Please thank
Lieutenant Saito for me.

Upon examination
of the actual footage

captured by the security camerason the George Washington bridge,

I now see that
unlike all the others
dressed as Santa

who attended the funeral,
the suspect is not wearing

a Jingle Book House
volunteer insignia pin.

Which leads me to conclude
he was notan invited guest,

but an imposter,

who knew if he showed up
in that disguise,

he would blend in.

Meaning he had prior knowledge
of the large contingent

of Jingle Book House Santas
expected to attend,

leaving the kidnapper
confident

that at this funeral
on this day
in this disguise

was his very best chance
to stage the perfect crime.

[ squawking ]

[ sneezes ]

[ sneezes ]

Number one fan.
Number one fan.

Nora likes a winner.
Nora likes a winner.

[ sizzling ]

Hey. Morning.
Hope you boys are hungry.

Made my special --
chocolate chip pancakes!

- Yes!
- Is Mommy home yet?

She already left for work.

We missed her?

But, since she had
to leave really early,

I promised her,
right after breakfast,

Christmas-tree time.

- Huh?
- Whoo-hoo!

- Yeah!
- Yes!

[ car alarms blares,
horns honk ]

Charlie Johnson,how you doing?

I don't know any Charlie.

Oh, sure you do.Come on.

We metthrough Luke Reilly.

What's your relationship
with Rosita Alvarado?

We got no relationship.

Rosita's the only onethat didn't treat me like crap

after I got the boot.

She's a nice lady,that's all.

Come on. I got things to do.You got nothing to hold me on.

We got you
resisting arrest.

Why don't we start with that
and see where it takes us?

I'm supposed to believethe head of Major Crimes

is out rustling rummiesfor unpaid parking tickets?

Even I'm not that stupid.

Assault.
Auto theft. Larceny.

I don't see a lot
of unpaid parking
tickets here.

I'm thinking
that maybe this week,

you decided to make
the jump to the bigs.

One black, two cream,
one sugar.

How'd it go
with your suspect?

Well, we got him on that
bodega robbery in Brooklyn

we were trying to clear
last Saturday,

but Charlie
is definitely not
our kidnapper.

Well, we did get
some good news.

It seems your volunteer
detective came through again.

- Alvirah?
- Yeah.

I don't thinkshe ever sleeps.

She e-mailed me an audio fileway past midnight

on the same Santa photoMiss Reilly busted my ass over.

She was spot on the money

that our perp was the only Santa present

not wearinga Jingle Book House pin.

Which, it turns out,
you can't buy

through making
a donation --

only by putting your butt
out in the cold

and working those corners.

Alvirah also said something about

the suspect having detailsof the funeral

he could useto his advantage,

an angle she's running downthis morning

in the hopethat a guest noticedor might even know

the phony Santa and could help I.D. him.

Okay,
running down how?

She and Miss Reilly are paying a visit

to a Mr. Dingle,nephew of the deceased.

[ cellphone rings ]

This is Saito.

Hey, speaking
of Regan Reilly --

Yeah,
don't even go there.

She packs a Glock 26, Jack.

- She's amazing...
- Yeah, well...

...at her job.

Okay? So why don't you go wash
your mind out with some soap?

Limo turned up abandoned
near LaGuardia.

CSU's en route.

[ fog horn blowing ]

[ snoring ]

[ thud ]

[ electricity hums ]

[ horns honking ]

Willy, how many timeshave I asked you,

just get directions, honey!

We could have savedso much time.

- I mean, how in the world
did you ever manage...
- Alvirah --

- ...to run your own
plumbing company...
- Sweetie --

...with your lackof organization?

It's just beyond me.

Take as long
as you'd like,
sweetheart.

Honey, we should have
done this years ago.

[ cellphone rings, beeps ]

Hey, Jack.

Just wanted to let you know
we got the limo.

We're going
through it now.

They have the limo.

Is Miss Regan Reilly
available?

Is Miss Regan
Reilly available?

Yes, she is.

Hello, Detective Jack Reilly.This is Regan Reilly.

That's a whole lot of...

Reillys?I was thinking the same thing.

Maybe we should just
stick to Jack.

And Regan.Just Regan.

Regan. Got it.

Look, I know this is
probably old hat to you,

but I just wanted to go
through the drill

for when
the kidnappers call.

The home phone is setto ring through to my cellphone,

which you're tappingand tracking in real-time.

- Right.
- And when the call comes in,

I want to keep themon the lineas long as possible.

- Demand to...
- Speak with the hostages.

Do you have any
other questions
for me, Regan?

No. Just a big thank you.

My mother and I,we will never forget this.

Just doing my job.

Oh, no. I...I've known a lot of cops.

I've worked withsomeand
againstsome,

and...this is morethan a job to you.

We'll be in touch.

Look forward to it.

Yeah, he's as goodas you said.

Bingo!

[ siren wails ]

- [ knock on door ]
- Regan: Hello?

- Hello?
- Cuthbert?

The name's C.B.

Come on in.

I'm just finishing up
a few things here.

Okay. Yeah.
The door was open.

Hi, C.B.
I'm Regan Reilly.

Regan...

My dad is Luke Reilly.
Garden Gate funeral home.

[ chuckling ]
Mr. Reilly. Of course.

Your father is
a very gracious man.

And you are...?

Oh. I'm Alvirah.

- My aunt. Aunt Alvirah.
- Aunt Alvirah. Yeah.

Did we come
at a bad time?

No. [ chuckling ] No.

I'm...just packing to move.

For the last year
of my uncle's life,

I had the privilege
of taking care of him.

So now that he's gone...

I can move on
knowing he's at peace.

But...I still don't
understand why you'rehere.

Was there a problem?
'Cause the funeral
was beautiful.

Oh, no, no, no. No.

What my niece was trying to sayis that a family heirloom

is missingfrom the funeral home,

one that Luke,
my brother,

was gonna give his wifefor Christmas.

It was on my dad's desk,

and he remembers seeing
one of the volunteers --

Coming out of the office.He claimed that he was lost.

I'm sure you can imagine

how upsetting this isfor our family.

I wish I could help.
I...I didn't know
any of them.

The only thing they had
in common was the --

the Jingle Book House.

So I guess
you wouldn't have noticed

if anyone didn't belong.

[ chuckling ] Sorry.

You see one Santa,
you've seen them all.

But I 'll ask around,
and if -- if I come up
with anything,

tell your father
I'll be sure and call.

- Great.
- Great.

Thanks. Oh!Since you offered,

maybe we could getyour phone number,

just have it handyin case we needto contact you?

Thank you so much.

But if you...

you don't mind,
I really should
get back to...

but give your father
my best.

Oh. Thank you.

It was nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

[ indistinct conversations ]

Morgan: On the big WVXT
Christmas Countdown,

we are going to take a break

from all of this
holiday-cheer mumbo jumbo,

and we are going to
make this...

[ spooky voice ]
...a very spooky Christmas.

[ howls, laughs]

That's right,
boys and ghouls,
today we are hanging

with our favorite
thrillmeister Nora Reilly,

[ normal voice ] whose latest
novel is so scary that, well,

you'll never look at tinsel
the same way again.

[ chuckles ] Morgan, you reallyknow how to flatter a girl.

Anything for you, Nora.

Hey, let's get this plug
out of the way, shall we?

Nora Reilly's very latest book, "A Very Spooky Christmas,"

blends thrills,
chills, and suspense

with heart, humor,
and holiday cheer,

in a page-turner perfect
for your Christmas Eve.

Nora:
Yeah, that's right, Morgan.

But let's not forget
that a portion of the proceeds

of each book goes
to Jingle Book House,

a charity that is near
and dear to my heart

- that supports
childhood literacy.
- Ah, that's right.

And your legions of Santas
have been, well, everywhere

ringing those damn bells
for weeks now!

[ chuckles] Of course,
it's all to help raise money

so the kiddies
can learn to read.

Well, the bell ringers

will soon ceasefor this year, Morgan,

but the important cause

of childhood literacy
is year-round.

And I think with New Year's
just around the corner,

that parents should
make a resolution

to read to their children
every day.

Morgan:
Now, you have
a daughter, Nora.

And did you and your husband
read to her as a child?

Absolutely.

Well, it was one of the joysof my husb-- my husband's --

My, uh, dear, uh,
kind Luke --

one of the joysof his life...

to read to our daughter.

I mean, it's the greatest giftthat one can give to a child

or to oneself.

Morgan:
Speaking of that daughter
of yours, Nora,

the famous Regan Reilly --
she has been getting

some pretty interesting
press these days.

[ chuckling ] Yes.Yes, she has.

And not just because
she is smokin' hot.

No, no, she's
a real-life private eye

just like out of one of
your novels, isn't she?

Nora:
Yes, she is. Yes.
And she's single, too.

Morgan:
Well, then...

merry Christmas to me!
[ chuckles]

Thanks so much,
Nora Reilly,
for joining us,

and you have a happy, happy
holiday with your family.

Will ya?
And give a special
shout-out

to that book-reading
husband of yours.

And, listeners,
you dig deep,

and give
to Jingle Book House.

Thank you, Morgan.Thank you.

Happy holidaysto you, too.

- [ rewinding ]
- Well done.

[ claps ]

And now if you'll...

just excuse me.

[ police radio chatter ]

[ door scraping ]

[ sneezes ]

[ coughing ]

[ sighs ]

I can't breathe!

Go ahead and shoot me.
Put me out of my misery.

[ rewinding]
Morgan: Morgan in
the afternoon on WVXT!

We'll be right back.

There you are.

So, do you always
record everything?

It's kind of my thing.It's what I do.

Well, made her promise
not to record me.

- Other than that...
- Shush.

- [ cellphone rings ]
- Don't mind him.

Regan Reilly.

You...

and you alone are to bring $5 million in unmarked hundreds

in a red, ironside,
hard-shell roller

to Christopher Park at 4:00.

And dress for a night
on the town -- pretty-like.

I'll be watching.

Unless you bring
my father and Rosita,

there will be no money.

No swapping!
You pay or they die.

Let me speak
to my father...now.

[ cellphone beeps ]

Luke: Regan?

Dad. Are you okay?

Your mother was amazing
on the radio.

I could [chuckles]
just see myself

reading you your

- favoritebook...
when you were --
- Okay, we're done.

Not -- not unless
I speak to Rosita!

No Rosita.

My babies!How are my babies?!

- Regan:
They're safe, Rosita!
- [ cellphone chimes ]

[ sobs ]

Nora.

Mom.

What happened?

You boys sure picked
a beauty of a tree
for your mom.

[ laughs ]That's some big jobyou're doing there.

You boys okay?

Don't worry, Mrs. Lee.
We got it.

Oh. We do?

Sure! We're strong!

Uh...Mrs. Lee?

I...I need you to take
the boys inside the apartment.

How would you boys like somefresh-baked Christmas cookies?

- Cookies!
- Can we, Uncle Fred?

Yeah, you bet.

And as soon as I get your tree
inside the apartment,

I'll come join you.

Okay, Mrs. Lee?

I understand.

[ cellphone chimes ]

Vince. Yeah,
it's going down now.

I need backup.
581 Maple.

[ cellphone beeps ]

[ rustling ]

Aah!

What's your problem, cop?

I told youthis is my house, my stuff.

You got no business here.

No, Ramon,
you aremy business here.

Hey, I know my rights!

I adviseyou to exercise
your right to shut the hell up.

'Cause this ain't your house,
it ain't your stuff,

and you're never ever
coming back here again,

because you're not
welcome here.

- And...
- [ thud ]

you're gonna run
when I tell you to run.

Because I know
two fine young men

who don't deserve to learn
two days before Christmas

what a scumbag
their sperm donor is.

Got it?

Good.

Now get the hell out of here.

[ cellphone beeps ]

On his way.

Oh, and, uh, Vince...
take him down quiet.

No need to upset the neighbors.

[ siren wails ]

You are notmaking this
any easier on yourself, Ramon.

Ramon:
I swear, I got nothing
to do with no kidnapping.

You think I wouldn'ttell you if I knew?

She's the mother
of my kids!

[ sighs ]
No way this is our guy.

Unfortunately, you're right.

I thought for sure it was him

when we pulled
the ace of spades
out of the limo.

But there's no hitson Ramon 's prints, right?

No. Got clean reads, too.

Now, either this kidnapperis the best of the best

or the rookie's rookie,

but the prints we pulled
off the playing card

are not
in the FBI database.

Ramon's not our guy.

Seems he's also well aware

of the hit his loan sharkput out on him,

and he's offering to do
almost anything

to have us protect
his sorry ass.

All right, Jack, remember,
he's a father, okay?

I know. I would hate
Ramon's untimely demise

to ruin a lifetime
of Christmases
for his two kids.

So, then, where are we
with this ransom call?

We're running
the specs now.

Yeah. You know, I have played
back this recording

dozens of times,
and even with his cold,

the way he's talking,

it's like he's
reading to us, right?

You know, it struck methat way, as well.

I mean,whoever our suspect is,

it seems to me they got somebodybehind them calling the shots,

using themas a mouthpiece.

Which means,whoever this guy or gal is,

they can't run the risk of ushearing what they sound like.

So, you mean it's someone
Regan's family...

your dad
might have met before.

Oh, yeah,that'd fit the pattern.

But what does this
have to do with my dad
reading to me as a kid?

The only thing
I can think of is

that this person
is involved somehow,

some way
with Jingle Book House.

- Right.
- Which reminds me --

what about the nephewof the deceased, Mr. Dingle?

Does he have anything to dowith Jingle Book House?

No. He lost his uncle,
he's moving on with his life.

That charity really meant
nothing to him.

Hmm.

[ snorts ]

Leave him be.It's gonna be a long day.

Besides,you and Willy are off duty

for the next round anyway.

Well, the instructionswere for me to come alone.

Well, I know,
but I'm your backup.

No means no, Alvirah.

Look, I'm sorry,
that's just the way it is.

All right. Regan...

I think it's bestthis way.

Okay.

And, Jack...

I know you're trackingthat money,

but I don'twant to see you...

or your men anywhere nearthat drop point.

Well, that's fine.

But we are gonna be
two steps behind you.

It's time.

Regan?

When I was little,
I couldn't sleep,

my pop used to hold my hand
and tell me stories

about his dad...

whom I neverhad the chance to know

because my grandfather diedbefore I was born.

I don't want my kids,if I ever have kids,

not to know their grandpa.

I wish I could convince you

that you didn't
have to do this, but...

Who wouldyou be kidding?

You're gonna do great.

So, have you figured outwhat car I 'll be driving?

Oh, I thought I'd leave
that up to you.

The NYPD impound garage

is the best-used car lot
in the tri-state area.

[ tires screech ]

- [ gasps ]
- [ tires screech ]

[ tires screech ]

I got it.

I make the calls,
and I wait here for the drop.

They don't scare me,Mr. R.

My boys are okay --that's all that matters.

I know,whatever happens,

my children will bein a good place.

And they'll burn.
Burn forever.

Oh, they'll pay
all right, Rosita.

But they are never
going to hurt us.

Because the last thing
anyone in their right mind

would ever want
is my daughter pissed off

and coming after them.

[ gasps ]

Comfy back there,
Alvirah?

[ horn blares ]

How'd you know?

I knew you'd know
which car I'd pick.

And you gave up
way too easy
on coming along.

So, we're okay,then, yeah?

- As long as you stay
out of sight...
- Okay.

...and don't offer
any driving tips, yeah.

[ cellphone rings, beeps ]

Man: [ nasal voice ]
Change of plans.

Go to Patty O's.
630, 125th.

20 minutes.
And ditch your phone.

Remember, I see you.

[ window whirs ]

[ tires screech ]

Here.
Take care of the money.

- [ door closes ]
- Really?

[ bell rings ]

[ indistinct conversations ]

You lost?Are you a tourist?

Excuse me?

What'll it be?

I'm not sure.

Woman: That's enough of that now.

Go see to the stew.
Go on, now.

And how are youon this fine day?

I'm...

Don't let my sister's moodspoil your own.

She's been getting upon the wrong side of the bed

since the daywe were born.

I'm a minute older,and it sticks in her craw.

I take it you two are --

Oh, we get along all right,

but you know what we sayabout the Irish.

"We forget everything
but the grudge."

You're both prettyand smart.

- [ cellphone ringing ]
-I'll be right with you.

Patty O's.

Oh, yes, indeed, Santa.Right where you left it.

Why, yes.I believe she is.

Of course.It would be my pleasure.

Seems this is for you.

Hello?

Man:
Go to U-Gift It
down the block.

To the what?

U-Gift It!

Just shut it,
and do what I say.

All right, I need you to wrap
this suitcase like a present.

So you want me to gift-wrapthe suitcase, yeah?

[ exhales sharply ]

I have got 15 minutes
to get to Pier 61.

I need you
to do it quickly.

Okay. And how bigwould you like the bow?

[ tires screech ]

[ cellphone ringing ]

Where to next?

Man:
The Jingle Book House
Christmas party

on the mezzanine level.

When?

- Two minutes.
-What'd he say?

No time.

All right, ooh.
All right.

- Keep your phone on
in case I need you.
- Yes.

- And...park the car.
- Okay. Oh!

But --but I don't...drive.

[ sighs ]

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells

♪ Jingle all the way

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells

♪ Jingle all the way

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh

[ indistinct conversations ]

♪ A day or two ago

- ♪ I thought
I'd take a ride ♪
- [ cellphone ringing ]

Where should I stickyour present?

Man:
Give it to Santa,
pretty lady.

Server:
All right, thank you
for your support, ma'am.

Hey, what you guys
doing up here?
How we doing?

Host:
Thank you for supporting
Jingle Book House.

Man:
I'd have to say...

you clean up real nice.

Where are my fatherand Rosita?

I'll call to tell you
after I'm gone.

If anyone follows me,
especially you, they die.

[ cellphone chimes ]

Man:
I guess we need
some more room.

Woman:
I agree.
Let's head over to...

Second man:
I got some room rightback here in the back.

Woman:
Those look great.

Hello, there.
Hey, thanks
on behalf on me.

Santa:
This -- this one's --
This one's a little light.

Woman: Hi!

- Put this one over there
on the top.
- Woman: Happy holidays.

Santa: Merry Christmas from
Jingle Book House. Thank you.

Hey, you can bring
that box right over here.

Yeah, yeah. Thank you.
Merry Christmas.

[ indistinct conversations ]

- [ horn honks ]
- Okay, okay!

[ cellphone rings, beeps ]

Yes.

I'm on my way back.
Where did you park?

Right where you left me.I don'tdrive.

- [ horn honks ]
- And they keep
honking at me.

Calm down, Alvirah.
I'm on my way.

- Oh!
- Hey, watch it!

[ engine turns over ]

Oh, God. Oh, oh.

I'm going. Okay, okay.

[ tires screeching ]

- Hey!
- [ tires screech ]

Whoa! Aah!

[ water splashes ]

Man:
Oh, no! The money!

[ fog horn blows ]

[ fog horn blows ]

You okay?

What do you think?

Alvirah.

I just never know whento leave well enough alone.

I don't.You know what?

I'm just gonna get outof your hair.

Because of me,he dropped the money,

and now they can't track itto your dad.

I hate to rain
on your pity party,

- but this isn't your fault.
- Oh, please.

I'm the one he spotted,
and he panicked

and started running,

and I chased after him
like a complete amateur.

Oh, do not go
blaming yourself.

Which is exactly
my point.

Playing the blame game

isn't gonna help anybody
at this point.

Especially my dad
and Rosita.

I don't know how
to fix this,

but I do know
that in order to succeed,

I'm gonna need
that smart, ballsy,

"stick her nose into
everybody's business"

Alvirah Meehan that
I've come to count on

right by my side.

It's settled, then.

Now, get your booty
back in the car,

and let's go fix this.

[ dog barks ]

Nora:
I know a threat
when I see one.

That photo is
from the book signing

for "Haunted Haunts,"

and that was almost
two years ago!

Mom, your fans
have a history

of coming to your eventsin costume

just to have their picturetaken with you.

This could simply be a giftfrom a zealous fan.

Then why
no return address?
And why now?

I mean, tell me
how I'm wrong.

Oh, no one's saying
you're wrong.

We just don't want you
to jump to conclusions.

Nora? Listen --

they'll catch this guy.
It'll be okay.

All right. So they fishedthe suitcase out of the river.

All the money is presentand accounted for.

Still no sign
of our Santa?

We got a print.We got him.

Man: NYPD! Don't move!

Get your hands up!Don't move!

[ squawks ]

Man: Clear.

Where are they?Where are you holdingLuke and Rosita?

- [ squawks ]
- [ gasps ]

Luke stinks.Nora loves Alvin.

Nora loves Alvin.

Quiet, Nora!

I don't know.
Maybe it needs more.

What do you think, Nora?

Nora?

Oh, boy.

Look...

I love doing
other people's trees.

Who wouldn't?

But Alvirah is gonna
hold me personally
responsible

if my handiwork
is not up to her high
tinseling standards.

And if I don't
place this star
up there just so,

she's gonna place it
somewhere else just so.

- [ chuckles ]
- And she's done
it before --

I promise you
it won't be pretty.

All right.We wouldn't want that.

- What's the next move?
- Now you're talking.

Well, first of all,
I think we need
a realladder

and a tape measure --
maybe even a bottle.

I mean a level.
Do I say bottle?
I meant level.

Excellent idea,on both counts.

Full speed ahead.

Whoa.

[ bells tolling ]

There's been no newson the radio.

No call from him all night
saying he's in trouble

or something went wrong.

But it's not our fault

if your buddy
double-crossed you.

He's playing you.He's got the money.

[ sneezes ]

[ panting ]

Now, why not let us go

so you can go take back
what's yours?

Shut up!

We're just trying to help.

[ door scrapes ]

Where's my money?

I lost the money.

But at least I got away.

You moron!

You imbecile!

You mother...

I should be what?

Grateful that you
didn't get caught?

Peter,you're a dead man.

But, C.B., we've been
best buds forever.

- Forever and a day too long.
- Cuthbert! Wait!

Don't call me that.

That's my good-for-nothing
uncle's name.

And it's your fault
that you're here.

You and my uncle
and that godforsaken
Jingle Book House

that you both loved
so much,

that he loved more than me,

even after years
of "Yes, Uncle.

What can I do
for you, Uncle?"

Be sure and give him
my worst.

Or you could stop actinglike a spoiled child

and let me get backyour $5 million.

[ siren wails ]

Why don't you stoplying to us, Alvin?

But she didlet me
take those pictures.

I-I swear on Nora's life.

You need to stopsaying that!

Can I shoot him?

Okay.

Alvin, what Regan'strying to say is that

Nora -- not your bird Nora,but the real Nora --

asked us to come ask youif you know

where Luke and Rosita are.

[ squawks ]
Luke 's ugly!

That is it!
I'm going to kill
that damn bird!

[ cellphone rings ]

Regan Reilly.

[ bells tolling ]

I assume they recovered
the money?

- [ beep ]
- Hey, hey.

Yes, dad, but --

This screw-up
is making me see red.

Do what they're going to
tell you to do.

- It's our only chance.
- [ squawks ]

Surrender, Luke. Surrender, Luke.

Get him cuffed!
Get that bird out!

[ squawking ]

[ bell tolls ]

This plan of yoursbetter work.

Why would I lie to you?

Our lives are in your hands.
Count on it.

Read good for me, Petey...

or else.

Go ahead, Dad.
We're ready.

Put the money
into another bag,

exactly like
the last suitcase.

Head for the Queens
midtown tunnel,

and exit on Borden avenue,

where you will find a pile
of abandoned furniture

dumped right under...

- the Long Island expressway. - ...the Long Island expressway.

I know I have it here somewhere.

"Strange Detective Magazine"issue number 12.

No. Possibly 13.

You're sure this storyhas a drop underthe Long Island expressway?

Yes, and at 30th street,
not 30th place.

And so cunning
of your father

to use your mother's ingeniousknack for plot twists

against his captors.

Do you remember this story,Alvirah?

No. I've read every one
of your mother's books.

It was never in a book,not even a compilation.

No, when this piecewas first published,

your mother was newly marriedand pregnant with you.

Ah! Oh, how about that?

It's issue number 12after all.

Alvirah:
He's no kidnapper.

- Where are we
on the money, Jack?
- It's on its way.

I'm gonna confirmwith the rest of my team

that everything is good to goat the new drop point.

Oh, God.
I know that sound!

What is it?
Why can't I remember?

Come on, Alvirah.

It's like I 've heard it
a million times.

All right, you know what?
What do we know?

What was your dad saying?

He was trying to tell you
something about books.

Right?
Books that he read to you
when you were a child.

Right? And he said that
he was mad -- he said "red."

Wait. Let me see that.He crossed out his name.

- Yeah?
- C.B.

He crossed outhis uncle's name

on the memorial programto write down his phone number.

Who does that?

Not to someone you love.Right?

Or someone
you claim to love.

- Yeah.
- Of course.

C.B. got cut out
of his rich uncle's will.

He wasn't moving on
with his life.

He was being kicked out
on his ear.

Oh, my. This is not good.This is not good at all.

What'snot good?

I just finished
rereading this story.

What I forgot was the cops
caught the kidnappers,

but the poor unfortunate
hostages croaked.

Come on, Alvirah.

Please,
you've got to remember.

There's got to be something
that rings a bell.

Bell!That's what it is,bells!

It's the bellsof St. Michael's.

I heard it for 20 yearsevery Friday on the hour

coming fromSt. Michael's church.

It was right across from whereI cleaned houses. It's bells.

- Where is the church?
- It's in Edgewater.
Come on.

- Wait.
- I'm coming!

- Seeing red.
- Wait for me!

That's it.
I know where they are.

Jack,
we've got to go save them
before it's too late.

Stick to my mom's story.

C.B.'s our kidnapper.
He should be there. Trust me.

[ engine turns over ]

Let's go.

[ tires screech ]

C.B.:
After all the time and effort
I put into keeping

my identity secret

so I wouldn't
have to eliminate you...

I even fooledthe famous Regan Reillyand her nosy aunt Alvirah,

only to have mybrilliantly executed deception

ruined by Petey,

who I just knewwould screw up!

And force meto trigger plan B.

[ laughs ]You get it? Trigger?

It's really too bad
my uncle wasn't here
to see my masterwork.

You know what
his last words were?
Do you?

Why would you?

After selling my loft

and my Brazilian
black-wood pool table,

cutting me off,
clearing my accounts,
he sold my Porsche.

He left me with
my mother's old beater.

He told me...
"Get a job."

Like I was common.

Now thanks to you,
everything's
gonna be all right.

It's such a shame
you were fool enough

to place your life
in my hands.

[ beeping ]

Merry Christmas!

[ coughs ]

[ beeping continues ]

"The Little Red Lighthouse
And The Great Gray Bridge."

My dad read that to me
I don't know how many times.

I drove him crazy
about driving me down
to the Hudson to see it.

I-I don't know that book.

Published in 1942.

It's a timeless classic,

penned by Hildegard H. Swift
and illustrated by Lynd Ward,

about a little
red lighthouse,
happy and content,

until a great bridge is built over it.

And it must learn that,
small as it may be,

it still has an important job
to do in this world.

Really?Anything else?

What else would
you like to know?

[ chuckles ]Who areyou?

Me? Alvin Luck.

Only child
of Lou and Lois Luck,
Erie, P.A.

Middle-class upbringing,

avid reader, webmaster
of "Nora Reilly Fanboys."

I got it.I got it, honey.

Good. So, well,nice to meet you, Alvin.

Oh, no.
It's my greatest pleasure.

Being with you two
is the most exciting moment

of my entire existence.

Not including my actual
birth experience, naturally.

Naturally.

[ bells tolling ]

[ tires screech ]

- Dad!
- Mr. Reilly!

Regan! In here!

Luke: Regan! Hurry!

Dad! I'm coming!

[ steam hissing ]

Regan!

[ beeping ]

Are you okay?

I'm all right.
Help Rosita.

[ beeping continues ]

Luke: Come on, Regan.

Come on, baby.

[ beeping stops ]

I love you.

I love you, too.

[ camera shutter clicks ]

[ laughs ]

[ bells tolling ]

[ groans ]

[ air hisses ]

[ siren wails ]

[ gun cocks ]

[ tires screech ]

[ indistinct conversations ]

[ laughs ]

Oh, was it horrible?

No, no. The dentist
would have been much worse.

[ laughs ]

Hmm? Hmm?

[ laughs ]

Top-rate jobon the tree, Willy.

Great tinsel work.

You hear that, Alvirah?

Oh, my darling,
there are...no words.

Alvirah.

I'm about to begin workon my new book,

and I could usea research assistant.

Really?

Hmm, I wonder
who'd be qualified.

I'd love to.

And, Mommy,Uncle Fred taught us

how to pick out the mostawesomest Christmas tree ever.

Didn't he, Bobby?

Well, in that case,

it's only right
for Fred to help us
decorate that tree.

I'd like that very much.

Room for one more Reilly?

What a surprise!

[ chuckles ]

On the drive up,

I kept trying to come up
with an excuse to be here,

and...all I got was,
"I'm in the neighborhood."

Well, since you're here...

[ both chuckle ]

Look, everybody!
It's snowing!

[ chuckling ]
Just I can't help myself.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Fa-la la la la,
la la la la ♪