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Hey, smile.

Okay.

Bye, Ruby.

Next.

Hey, there, you must be...

Jared.

Yeah.

You don't look old enough
to be Santa Claus.

I've been on the move taking
gift requests from you kids.

Studies do show that exercising
slows down the aging process.

So what do you want
for Christmas, Jared?

Nothing. My parents just asked
me to take a picture with you.

It's okay to wish
for something.

I don't think I better.

They may be shutting the plant
where my dad works.

How about if we just
pretend for a second?

If you could have
any present you wanted,

what would it be?

A camera so I could
take pictures of my brother's

poopy diapers.

Okay...

That's not a picture
I needed to see,

but I will work on a camera \
for you, okay?

I'm making a list

and checking it twice.

You got some mail.

Oh, I sure do.

Thanks.

What's the matter?

Nothing, Jared.

It's all good.

Hey, smile.

Hey.
Hey.

So who we looking for?

Exhibit A:
one Santa hat.

Check the North Pole?

I would have, but it melted.

All right, the guy we're looking
for is named Glen Beckett.

He goes to Holt College;
he's 23; and he does, in fact,

work as a Santa
in a mall in White Plains.

Uh-huh.

Well, from the look
of this place, he lives alone.

Who called it in?

His boss.

He didn't show up
to work yesterday,

she freaked out,
so she came here.

She found these.

There's six of them
missing, Jack.

So Santa's packing heat?

Yes, he is. Two days ago he
bought a .38 from a pawn shop.

What do the neighbors say?
Not much, he moved in
six weeks ago.

He keeps to himself.
That's it.

It's always the quiet ones.
What about the parents?
His dad died when he was four

and his mom is on the way
in to talk to us now.

Anything else?

Exhibit C.

I found this in the trash.
Take a look.

JACK:
"I know what you did.
You're a dead man."

It's not exactly your standard
"Dear Santa" letter, is it?

So what made you go
looking for Glen

when he didn't
show up for work?

Customers are
Christmas shopping.

I've got to have my Santa.

Right, but was there something
that led you to believe

that he was in trouble?

It just wasn't like him.

The guy's never even been late.

He's enthusiastic,
reliable, tall.

Um, if I may say so, he seems
an unusual choice for a Santa.

Not everyone grasps
the boldness of my vision.

About Santa?

About the mall.

Last month management hired me
to upgrade this place,

attract new shoppers.

That meant bringing in a cutting
edge, 21st century Saint Nick.

Do you know of anyone here that
would want to threaten Glen?

Of course not. People love him.

MARTIN:
Except whoever
wrote that note.

Now he spends a lot
of time around kids.

Has he ever been inappropriate?

No way.

He's a totally standup guy.

I ran his background
and everything.

So no one's ever
filed a complaint?

Well, not exactly,

but a couple of days ago,
he did have kind of a run-in.

Can you raise that corner
a little bit up?

GLEN:
No, you've got
it all wrong.

I don't have
anything wrong.

You want to
touch me again?

You do, you don't,
you do, you don't.
No, I'm sorry. I...

Glen.

Ms. Spivak... hi.

What was that all about?

What, you mean her?

Yes, Glen, her.

That was just, um,

just a misunderstanding.

Is she a customer, Glen?

Because you can't be arguing
with customers.

Ms. Spivak, she may come to you

and say things about me.

What do you mean?

What kind of things?

Don't believe her, okay?

Nothing she says is true.

I have to go.
I need to straighten this out.

I never heard from the woman,

but I caught up with Glen later
and I made him explain.

He said that he had
broken up with her

and that she had gotten

mad about it.

What does she look like?

Blonde, in her 30s, maybe.

Wearing a red and white sweater
with mistletoe

and the words
"Merry Christmas,"

woven in to it
with green yarn.

You seem to remember
that sweater pretty clearly.

That's eye level for me.

Thanks for bringing it up.

So far no luck
IDing the woman

that Glen fought with
at the mall.

How about the
phone records?

Nothing.

He could have been lying
about her being an old flame.

I think we should stick
with the pervert angle.

Martin and Elena are
at the mall right now

and so far everybody is telling
them that Glen's a great guy.

I don't know,
there's something strange

about a grown man
wanting that job.

Come on, Jack, a cultural icon?

Santa Claus?

Oh, yeah?

Look at his profile:
an old fat man

with a fixation
on prepubescent children,

and wants to know if they've
been naughty or nice,

and forget about
the visual imagery.

Lugging around a sack,
sliding down chimneys

and hanging out with elves,
come on.

It's a dark world you live in.

I just call them
like I see them.

Well, I think it's about money.

Glen deposited 60 grand

in his account in
the last two weeks.

That's a lot of money
for a 15-buck-an-hour Santa.

That'd explain the note

and the gun.

You should track the money.

All right.

My son had a gun?

Yeah, do you know
why he would need one?

I don't know.

Do you know
where he'd get $60,000 from?

I'm sure there must be
a logical explanation.

All right,
what can you tell us

about the women
in your son's life?

That's not something
the two of us discussed.

Right. How about problems
at his job?

Did you discuss
that at all?

His job?

Yeah, his job.

At the mall?

In White Plains?

Glen works at a mall?

Doing what?

He's a Santa Claus.

That... that's ridiculous.

SAMANTHA:
I take it he didn't

mention this to you.

Well, the truth is,
we had fallen out of touch.

Okay, when was the last time
you saw Glen?

About a month ago.

Once I learned he dropped
out of school,

I-I tracked him down
to this horrible apartment.

What are you doing here?

I could ask
the same thing of you.

I spoke to
Professor McNeil, Glen.

How could you just quit?

I guess I wrote one
algorithm too many.

That's not an adequate
explanation.

What explanation
would satisfy you, Mom?

How about a real one?

I used to get lost
in the beauty of numbers,

the randomness, the symmetry.

I thought I could solve
any problem with an equation.

Most of the time you can.

But what if the solution
creates new problems?

Worse problems?

Glen, think about what we've
worked towards all these years.

You could be the next Crick.

You could be the next Hawking.

Maybe I don't want to be.

Okay, so what is
your plan exactly?

I'll get a job.

I guess.

I don't know. I'll
figure something out.

Honey, listen to yourself.

You can't throw
your future away.

I won't let you.

You are going to do big things.

Maybe I don't want
to do big things.

Maybe I want to do small things.

It's just inconceivable to me

that he would abandon
his studies.

He had a fellowship

at MIT at 16.

He finished his
first PhD at 19.

He was the winner
of the Boris Klepper Award.

The Boris Klepper Award?

You mentioned a Dr. McNeil.

Who is he?

He's the head of the math
department at Holt College.

They were doing research
together.

So this argument you had,

is that the last time

that you spoke
to your son?

I just thought
if I gave him some time...

He has such a gift.

I just wanted him
to make the most of it.

Maybe I should have
listened more.

How's the slideshow?
Endless.

Have you talked
to Glen's school?

Yeah, I just spoke to them.

They said he's the star
of the math department.

Published in six
different journals,

a guest lecturer at Oxford,
full scholarship.

I mean, why would this guy quit?

Well, if I was in college
from the age of 11,

I'd probably want
a change of pace.

Yeah, but to become
a mall Santa?

Probably trying to get in touch
with the childhood he never had.

Yeah, well, I want to know
how he got in touch

with that 60 grand.

VIVIAN:
Hmm, look at this.

I think she's got something
to do with it.

That's why they were
arguing at the mall.

It's the same
ugly-ass sweater.

Got a name.

She ordered prints.

Nice.

I admit it.

I took a picture
with him.

A picture?

As in one?

Or two?

Or three.

You know, they take on this

Penthouse vibe.

Clearly you were sharing
more than holiday spirit.

What can I say?

It was a slow Sunday
at Santa's village.

Until you and Glen
got into a screaming match.

Then the following day,
he goes missing.

I didn't have anything to do
with that.

Then what's the story
with the pictures?

Glen is young.

He's cute.

Plus, I kind of have this thing
for men in red suits.

That's new.

I try not to

think about the deeper meanings.

It's too disturbing.

So you and Glen were
having a relationship?

No.

We just took these pictures

and he seemed to be into it,
so I made him an offer.

I thought we were
on the same page.

But he shot me down.

Stop.
Would you please stop?

You are so fired.

I just want
to talk to you.

I'm going to find
your boss

and I'm going to tell them
that you groped me.

But I didn't.
Please...

please don't do that.

Look, I just misinterpreted
things.

No, you didn't.
You led me on.

I bet it was just
a big joke to you, huh?

Let me make a fool
out of myself.

I was just trying
to be respectful.

Respectful?

Oh, is that
how you see me?

As your elder?

No.
No, it's not that.

I just want to be
the best Santa I can be.

You know, make people happy.

You actually believe that?

That you're making people happy?

Yes, I do.

I am.

Well, then what happens
after Christmas?

What happens to all
the happy people then, hmm?

I'll tell you what.

They all go back
to their same lousy lives

and nothing you can do
is going to change that.

That's true.

Maybe I need to do more.

Do more what?

I'm not sure.

Something more substantial.

I'll kill you,
you son of a bitch!

Security!

We need security!

So Glen was attacked
by a big fat Santa Claus?

It was actually kind of hot.

Did you know the second Santa,
intimately or otherwise?

That was uncalled for.

Is that a yes or a no?

I've never met him before.

Well, do you remember him
well enough to give us a sketch?

Do I get to keep a copy?

What are the chances
of her identifying Bad Santa

from a mug book?

It depends how bad
he really is.

The way she tells it,
Glen seemed to know this guy.

Maybe it was
a professional rivalry,

you know, like an East Coast,
West Coast Santa kind of thing.

Did we show the sketch
to the mall manager?

She didn't recognize him.

Glen's the only Santa that works
out of the Braeburn Mall.

Maybe this guy plies
his trade elsewhere.

I don't suppose that
there's a Santa union.

I wish.

We're going store to store
in the surrounding area.

How many of the beloved
icons are there?

18 and counting.

Huh.

Is that "huh"
as in you know his name?

He was here two days ago.

He looks kind of like
Santa Claus.

I know he does,
but he's a real guy.

Now did you see him or not?

Maybe on a Christmas card.

A really ugly one.

Thanks.

Happy holidays.

Elena.

Yeah?
Any luck?

Absolutely nothing.

Just a bunch of wisecracks
about Saint Nick, right?

Pretty much.
Me, too.

All right,
I'll keep fishing.
Okay.

Delgado.

SAMANTHA:
Hey, any luck out there?

Uh, we're not IDing Bad Santa,

but it turns out that Glen was
seen at a computer store here

the day he was missing.

He was using a demo laptop.

Well, I'll send tech out
to look at it.

Yeah, well, it's been sold,

and the guy that bought it
paid cash.

So there's no way we're going
to be able

to figure out who he was.

Well, we may have
caught a break.

Neighbors say a black SUV's
been dropping Glen off

at his building every night
for the past two weeks.

Who was driving?

No one saw.

The windows were blacked out.

Well, two weeks?
That's when the money

started showing up
in his account, right?

Well, not only that,

but Glen was barely ever home.

I mean it's like he finished
his Santa shift

and then he went somewhere else
until the SUV dropped him off.

It's weird.

Let me go check
surveillance tapes at security.

Maybe the SUV was picking him up
from here.

Glen is the finest student
I've ever had.

Do you have any idea
what could have happened to him?

No, that's what I'm trying
to figure out.

Do you have any idea
why he quit?

He was very vague
about it, to be honest.

I suspect it was
a case of burnout.

His girlfriend may have
been a factor as well.

Wait, wait. He had a girlfriend?

Yeah, I believe
her name was Zoe.

We never actually met.

But she was his first
proper relationship.

She left him.

He seemed quite devastated.

Well, right before
he went missing

he came in to a large sum
of money--

$60,000 to be exact.

Do you know
where he got it?

No, but there are
a lot of temptations

for a young man like Glen.

I tried to remind him of that
the last time I saw him.

Professor,

I just wanted to say hi
before I hit the road.

Well, now you've
achieved your goal.

I appreciate everything
you've done for me.

Then why couldn't you
stay around long enough

to see this project through?

I've had to find new people,

push back the delivery
date probably.

I mean, you've really
put me on the spot.

I'm sorry, sir.

I really am.

Why did you come here, Glen?

I don't want you
to be mad at me.

So why are you doing this?

I'm just really confused
right now.

I don't think
I've ever felt confused before.

But what's the source
of your confusion?

Let's talk about it
and maybe figure

something out.
I just need to think
through this on my own.

I haven't done enough of that.

Well, this is your home, Glen.

There's always
a place for you here.

Good-bye, Professor.

Bear in mind

that you did sign
a confidentiality agreement.

You can't talk
about the work.
Yeah, I know that.

The real world is nothing like
the world of academia, Glen.

Be careful.

I will.

So why did you tell him
to be careful?

Glen has a brilliant mind,

but he's very naive
in the ways of the world.

There are a lot of people
courting him,

some of whom didn't have
his best interests at heart.

Which people?

From the private sector,
governments, think tanks,

you know, the collective maw
that devours

the best and the brightest.

Did you ever see him
with anyone in a black SUV?

No, not that I recall.

Okay, now, this project
you were working on,

can you tell me
a little bit about that?

I'm afraid I'm bound

by the same confidentiality
agreement that he is.

Well, Doctor,
I'm only asking you because

it could be directly related
to why he's missing.

Look, I'd really like
to help you,

but I'm afraid I can't.

I'm sorry.

Brian, it's Samantha Spade
again.

Um, I just, I really need you
to get back to me

about signing the waiver
of paternity.

I'd prefer to take care of this

without having to come
to your apartment

and freak out
your girlfriend again.

So, uh...

look, I'm not trying to be
a pain in the ass, okay?

I just, I want to get this done.
Um...

Merry Christmas.

I don't usually hear
"a pain in the ass,"

and "Merry Christmas"
so close together.

Family thing.

Look, I got an ID
on Glen's ex-girlfriend

off his phone records
from school.

It's a Zoe Fuller.

Psych major.

Has he talked
to her recently?

Well, we're going to bring
her in and find out.

Well, listen, no one at Holt
will talk about the project,

but based on the donor lists,

all the grants
to the math department

came from a company
called Lithicorp.

So I'm thinking they could be
the sponsor of the project.

What does this Lithicorp do?

Amongst other things,
big defense contracts.

So maybe somebody grabbed him
to find out about the project.

Yeah, or they wanted him to work
on something of their own.

Did you check
all the other numbers

on his phone records?

Recruiters are calling him
every day.

You know, if a recruiter
wanted him badly enough,

that could explain the 60 grand.

So we've found
surveillance video

at the mall from four days ago,

and it has Glen getting
picked up by the black SUV.

Now you want to see
who's driving?

Russell Biven,
Special Agent Malone.

This is Special Agent Delgado.

Where is Glen Beckett?

Who's that?

Ooh, how about that?

Not only is Santa real,
but there are two of them.

Look, I gave the guy a lift.

Every day
for two weeks.

All of a sudden Glen's got
60 grand in the bank.

How is that?

Well, you got me hanging.

Right, so you pick
him up from the mall

and then what?

You might as well bring out
the water board, man.

I'm done talking.

I tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to pitch it
to the DA like this:

you got Glen,
wide-eyed young guy,

you rope him into
some kind of scam,

something goes wrong,
you kill him.

No, look, you guys
got it all wrong.

It was his scam.
He came to me.

For what?

I was the Braeburn Santa
the last two years.

So I head in to report for duty,
right?

Run into Glen leaving the mall
wearing Christmas red

because some dwarf
changed the game plan.

Skinny kid playing
old Saint Nick?

It flies in the face
of tradition, man.

Now I'm parked in front
of a drugstore ringing a bell.

It's friggin'
humiliating.
I'm sorry.

What does this have
to do with Glen?

He felt bad about acing me out.

So he invited me over
for a drink.

Kids loved me, man.

They loved me.

Well, I'm sure
they still do.

You're just the victim
of a changing marketplace.

You got that right.

The one time
I got job security

from being old and fat...

I have a proposition.

Something that'll
make things even.

Have any more of this?

You ever been to the blackjack
tables in Atlantic City?

I played a hand
or two, lost.

Here's the thing.

I wrote a card-counting
algorithm

that basically predicts
what card is coming up

based on
what's been dealt.

Why are you
a mall Santa again?

I did something bad and
I'm trying to make up for it.

It's a long story.

The point is...
I need a partner.

I can't count cards.

My memory's shot-- all the dope.

I would do the counting.

Then what do you need me for?

Well, I play and bet low...

till we hit
the probability shift.

Then I give you the sign.

And you bet high.

We make a bunch of money
and split it 50/50.

You ever done this before?

Oh, trust me, it'll work.

If there's one thing I know
it's numbers.

We raked in the dough.

After a while,
the casino got wise,

so we took our act
to the underground card clubs.

What, um, bad thing
did Glen do exactly?

I didn't know.

I didn't care either
because his plan worked.

Everything was going great
until three nights ago.

Glen was just playing
his nickel-and-dime game,

doing his thing.

That was the signal.

Can I get in?

So I bet the farm.

Yes!

Glen came through as usual.

And that's when
things went south.

I wonder if I might have a word.

This guy Armand owned the place.

He had his two linebackers
work me over

until I told them
why it was I kept winning.

Does Armand have a last name?

He didn't exactly
introduce himself.

Did you give up
your partner?

Hell, yeah, I gave him up.
He left me high and dry.

That'd explain why you opened up
the can of whupass

on him in the mall.

I was the least of his worries.

He had Armand coming after him.

So Russell Biven

just ID'd a guy
from the club as
Armand Chamousekis.

Hmm.

Hmm, there's a lot
of assault charges here.

Yep.
He's a loan shark.

He owns at least four
underground card clubs

in Manhattan alone.

Okay, well, we'll stake him out.

He's bound to show up
in one of them.

You know, I don't think
Armand is our guy.

Oh, you think that

Santa's lying to us?

Listen, Glen said
that he did a bad thing

before he started gambling,
so I'm thinking

that's the reason
why he's missing.

Maybe Zoe Fuller knows
what it is.

SAMANTHA:
So he never said anything
about a bad thing that he did?

I dated Glen for three months.

He didn't do bad things.

He's the sweetest,

most genuine person
I've ever met in my life.

Well, somehow he went
from being that guy

to dropping out of school

and ripping off
card clubs, so...

All that happened
after we broke up.

Okay, now, what about this
project that he's working on?

Did he talk to you
about that at all?

He wasn't supposed to.

I'm sure it doesn't have
anything to do

with what
happened to him.

Zoe, you should let us
determine that.

He wanted to open up
and share his world with me.

He was really excited about it.

So the rationale
for a specially prioritized

resource constraints was found

in simplex methods
pivoting model.

Now I realized, finally,
if the GP algorithm optimized

the same set of constrained
resources as the LP algorithm...

Am I making any sense to you?

Well, duh, the priority
configurations

would stay the same, right?

Oh, wow.

Yes. Yes.

That's right. That's amazing.

I just read it
off the board, genius.

Okay.

Uh, Dr. McNeil and I
made this process

into a software
application,

and Lithicorp is unveiling it

at their annual shareholders
meeting in December.

Lithicorp?

Like Global Affiliated
Manufacturing Lithicorp?

Yep.

It's gonna be a black tie event.

All the free

pigs in blankets
you could want.

Do you want to go with me or...?

So this says that 4,000 units

will be configured
down to 400?

Yeah, right, right.

Now this priority structure
can be configured

from any particular GP model.

There are 4,000 workers

at the Global Affiliated factory
in Bloomington.

Is that what you mean by units?

Yeah, technically, yes.

Well, then technically,

these people are gonna
lose their jobs.

This is about

downsizing, right?

Well... it's about creating a
model for increased efficiency.

I grew up in Bloomington.

I know the people that work
there, people with kids.

They'll be devastated.

You're gonna destroy
their lives.

Come on.
I'm just a mathematician.

These people
aren't just numbers.

Did you even think about that

for a second?

You're not leaving, are you?

I just need some time to think.

After that, we weren't the same.

When was that?

Maybe six weeks ago.

Um, did you see him
after you broke up?

No, I couldn't.

I knew it would be too hard
for the both of us.

Glen quit school

a week after his
girlfriend Zoe left him.

So because he felt bad about
putting people out of work

he signs up to be Santa?

Whew, it's a half-ass way
to make up

for folks losing
their jobs.

Well, he did tell Donna that
he felt like he had to do more.

Ripping off casinos?

I don't know.

Look, I think he
finally figured out

that his talents were more
profitable at the card table

than in the classroom.
Mm-hmm.

Hold on.

Johnson.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

All right. Thanks.

The stakeout at the card club
just spotted Armand.

Glen Beckett...

uh, took 20K
from you.

He's missing now?

Sorry. Doesn't ring a bell.

We're just going to have
to sit here until it does.

I don't even know
who we're talking about.

We're doing a handwriting
analysis of a note

that you left him.

You find my prints on the note?

Didn't think so.

I have about a half-dozen
NYPD squad cars sitting

outside your club
with their lights flashing.

I can keep them there
indefinitely.

Maybe I can save us
both some time

and offer you...

a hypothetical.

I love hypotheticals.

Well, if Glen had owed me money,
then hypothetically,

I'd have some guys pick him up
so we could discuss it.

I think you guys broke a rib
dragging me into the van.

I would have come willingly
if they had asked me.

Doesn't work like that.

What's the angle with the suit?

I work at the mall.

I'm the Santa there.

Like little kids tell you
what they want for Christmas?

Best job I've ever had,
hands down.

Which is weird because
that's not the way I grew up.

Okay, well, what is on our list?

Well, weed wackers--
they're gonna be on sale.

Hey, look, it's Santa!

Glenny, no.

Don't be fooled
by manufactured sentimentality

designed to increase
consumer spending.

But what about Santa?

Come on. Come on.
Let's go.

But what about Santa?

Then a month ago
I was wandering,

and my life had lost focus.

And as soon as I saw it,
I knew what I had to do.

Honestly, it's been the best
three weeks of my life.

ARMAND:
Are you retarded?

You asked me about my suit.

I want my money, not your
E! True Hollywood Story.

Well, I don't need your money.

I realized buying presents for
kids wasn't going to be enough.

So I sabotaged
the downsizing program I wrote

and probably saved
thousands of jobs.

For the first time

in my life... I feel like
I can make a difference.

After this,
I'm gonna find Zoe

and see if I can win her back.

There is no "after this."

Even if you give me
my money back,

you're not walking out of here.

Uh, hold on.

Let me go and, uh, I'll give you
the system I use to count cards.

It's a good deal.

I got 20K off you
in three days, right?

The kid was nuts,
but, uh, he had a point.

So you took the deal?

In theory,
we came to an agreement.

I gave him his gun back and
dropped him off at his building.

You have any witnesses
that can corroborate this story,

hypothetically, of course?

There was some guy waiting
for Glen at his place.

Seemed to know the kid.

Description?

50s, brown hair,
kinda uptight-looking.

Would this be the guy?

Yeah. That's the guy.

Great.

You lied.

I told you the truth.

Dr. McNeil,
the day Glen disappeared,

he went to a computer store

and logged on
to the university server.

We tracked his movements
to the Lithicorp files.

He sabotaged
your program.

That made you mad, didn't it?

The program is fine.

You can look for yourself.

Dr. McNeil, we know you went
to his apartment last night.

And you know what?
I think you killed him.

I didn't touch Glen.

Okay, then what

did you do?

I just talked to him.
That's all.

Glen?

I ran a function test
on the program,

and found the altered code.

I know it was you

who put it there.

I did what
had to be done.

I restored the program
with a backup.

It's been delivered
as planned.

What happened to you?

We worked on this project
for three years.

It's a great success.

Creating a program
that crushes working families

isn't my idea
of success.

Downsizing is an easy
and unoriginal solution.

Oh, for God's sake.

Don't throw your life away

based on some
sophomoric obsession.

I can't do things

without considering
the consequences anymore.

I won't.

I'm done.

Do you know how many
laws you've broken?

Trespassing, destroying
university property--

there's two,
for starters.

Look, the last thing
I want to see

is you wasting your talents
in a jail cell.

What do you want?

We can forget
about this whole thing.

You belong at the department.

I tell you what.

I'll think about coming
back to the department,

but I'm going to need the access
code to the university server.

The Lithicorp program
has been delivered.

I told you, it's gone.

I understand that.

This is something else
I need to finish.

If I give you the code,

you'll come back?

Definitely think about it.

I gave Glen the code.

I haven't seen
or heard from him since.

Why give Glen access
to the server after what he did?

I was willing
to take that chance.

What Glen needed was
an opportunity to come back.

It's the best thing for him.

No, it was the best thing
for you.

You need Glen

because without Glen
there's no breakthroughs.

And without breakthroughs
there's no grants,

Dr. McNeil.

Look, I just want him
to come back.

I'm still hoping he will.

I swear, I'd never hurt him.

Glen used the code to access
the math department server

for almost two hours.

What was he working on?

Tech is still digging,

but we know he didn't sabotage
the Lithicorp program

because that's being used
at a presentation

at the shareholder's
meeting tonight.

Wait, you think Glen might be
going to this meeting?

We have an APB out on him.

I'll notify security.
Okay.

Shots fired
at the Donovan Hotel.

Someone matching
Santa's description

was spotted fleeing the scene.

DANNY:
Excuse me.

Special Agent Delgado,
Taylor, FBI.
Brad Harris,

chairman of Lithicorp.
What happened here?

My company is hosting
an event tonight.

I arrived early,
thought I'd settle in first.

But there was this...

young woman.

Welcome, Mr. Harris.
Merry Christmas.

Well, Merry Christmas to you.

We are raising money

for a very important
cause tonight.

Well, let's see what
we can do to help you.

All right. Well,
if you could just...

Who are you?

My name is Glen Beckett.

I worked on the program

you're presenting
tonight, and I'm here

to tell you
there's an alternative.

This GP model converts

all linear constraints,
yet achieves

an optimal LP solution.

You'll see, I swear.

What is this?

You can keep the factory open
in Bloomington,

increase productivity
by 50%,

and there's something
about a more efficient

exporting system that will
open a new revenue stream.

Please, just look
at the flash drive.

I'm not taking anything
from you.

Look, I don't know
what this is about,

but it's extremely
inappropriate.

Whoa.
Glen!

Hey.
What are you doing?!

Are you crazy?
I need him to look at this.

Okay, somehow
this isn't

as terrible
as it seems.
What?!

He just wants you to look
at the program, that's it.

And the gun...

:
the gun-- it's actually,
it's a fake.

I'm sorry.

Please, look
at the program.

I'm so sorry.
Uh...

Thank you for your time.

And they were gone.

What did you think
of Glen's plan?

It's too soon to draw
any conclusions.

Look, I-I-I can't talk
about business right now.

I was just held at gunpoint.

We're going to need
that flash drive.

What for?

Evidence. If you're going
to be pressing charges,

we're going to have to deal
with this like any other case.

He held me at gunpoint.

You mentioned that.

Thank you.

Hey, genius, how's it going?

I owe you five bucks.
I told you,

there's no way you're
going to figure this out.

Yeah, you did, and I got
a headache trying.

Elena, what do you got?

The bank called to say

that Glen transferred
his $60,000 two hours ago.

So they probably
went on the run.

I don't think
he'd go on the run.

I mean, this guy,
he's a problem solver.

He hasn't been lately.

Everything he's done
to try and stop
that program has failed.

You're right, but
where would he go?

Taylor.

GLEN :
Agent Taylor?
Yeah.

This is Glen Beckett.
I found your card on my door.

I want to turn myself in.

Danny Taylor, FBI.

Come on in.

I'm going to need your gun.

Sorry, I tossed it
in the Hudson.

Look, for what it's worth,

I believe you were trying
to do the right thing,

and I don't think
you deserve this.

Bringing the gun was a mistake.

Bringing the gun was a mistake.

I wanted to have a positive
impact on the world,

but I managed to do
more harm than good.

I told all these kids
to dream a little.

But now they'll be disappointed.

What?

You still have the 60K, right?

Hey, Jared.

Here you go.

Wow! I can't believe it.
Thanks.

Hey!

Why'd you handcuff Santa?

Uh, actually
Santa handcuffed me.

I was a bad boy
this year, and...

You can uncuff him now.

Really?

Yeah, it's fine.

Okay.

Glen...

Merry Christmas, okay?

Thanks.

All right, what's going on?

Brad Harris downloaded
half of Glen's program.

I guess he liked
what he saw.

So he's not going
to press charges?

No, and it's okay
with the US Attorney.

I guess it's the spirit
of the season.

Yeah.

Kind of looks like fun.
Yeah, it does.

Second shift is up in an hour.

You can get changed

in the men's room.

You got the wrong guy.

I don't even like Christmas.

Jack, where's your
Christmas spirit?

Give me the damn suit.

Shut up.