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- Julia.
- Mm-hm?

The driver.

I'm sure he's
seen this before.

And much more, I'd wager.

You're probably right.

- It's almost Christmas.
- Hm!

♪ Pray, wither sailed
those ships all three ♪

♪ On Christmas day
on Christmas day ♪

♪ Pray, wither sailed
those ships all three ♪

♪ On Christmas day
in the morning ♪

♪ O they sailed into Bethlehem ♪

♪ On Christmas day
on Christmas day ♪

♪ O they sailed into Bethlehem ♪

♪ On Christmas day
in the morning ♪

♪ And all the bells
on earth shall ring ♪

♪ On Christmas day
on Christmas day ♪

♪ And all the bells
on earth shall ring ♪

♪ On Christmas day
in the morning ♪

♪ And all the souls
on earth shall sing ♪

♪ On Christmas day
on Christmas day ♪

♪ And all the souls
on earth shall sing ♪

♪ On Christmas day
in the morning ♪

Ladies and Gentlemen.

The festivities are
about to get underway.

Oh, it's so beautiful.

Enjoying yourself?

I will be when this
bloody pantomime is over.

Oh, Thomas.

Goose, with
apples and prunes.

I could have some,
if you don't mind.

- Grandmother?
- Rest, my dear.

You will be home soon.

Hm!

- Something the matter, George?
- I've got something in my eye.

- Are you crying?
- No. I'm not crying.

Did you enjoy the
performance, gentlemen?

- George was crying.
- It's a very touching piece,

George. No shame
in feeling its emotions.

It's not my fault that I'm
cursed with a sensitive soul.

No doubt speaks to
your gifts as a writer.

I think you're right, Doctor.
I think that's very astute.

But I was not crying.

I'm just gonna
slip out for a wee nip.

- You will not, Thomas.
- Ladies and Gentlemen,

if I could have
your kind attention.

It gives me great pleasure

to introduce your hostess
for this evening,

Mrs. Millicent McGowan.

Thank you all
for coming.

And now, I'd like
to introduce to you

the star of this
evening's performance.

Come on stage, Mary.

I give you Miss Mary Pickford.

Treasure her now
because, soon, she's off

to America to try her hand
at the moving pictures.

Thank you for coming,
Ladies and Gentlemen.

And remember to give from
your hearts, this Christmas--

- Thank you, Mary.
- Oh!

The fate of the Little
Match Girl is sobering,

but sadly not unique.
And the fate and fortunes

of Toronto's poor children
is the reason for my husband's

Christmas Gala. His fifth,
I might add, and it is my hope

that his kindness will spur you

to make this Christmas,
the best Christmas

for Toronto's sick
children and orphans.

Children, form a queue.

We have a very special guest
in attendance tonight.

Gentlemen.

Bloody showboat.

Thomas, stop being
such a pill. Mr. McGowan

is one of Toronto's
greatest philanthropists,

indulge him
in his moment.

Close the door. Close the
door! Close the door.

- I think something is wrong.
- Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls...

He's probably pickled.

I'm sorry, but there's
going to be a slight delay.

George.

Mrs. McGowan...

the rest of the
presents, they're gone.

Gone? What are you
talking about, gone?

- They've been stolen.
- His neck is broken.

Oh my God.

Well, I suppose that's put
the kibosh on Christmas.

We best get an attendant
to cover him up

- before the children see.
- Right.

- George?
- I'll clear everyone off, sir.

Now, tonight's not when
we put out the presents.

Christmas Eve is
the night for that.

You understand that? Is there
something you're hoping for?

I'd love a new doll. I've
heard there's one that talks.

Well, have you been good?

- I try.
- You try!

She tries. What more can we ask?

As long as you try not be bad,

or cruel,

that's enough!

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes?

I'm afraid we need you
to move along? We're conducting

an investigation now, and we
should get the children home.

Of course, of course!

Alright, beautiful children,

I wish you good night.
Try to sleep well.

- Alright.
- Thank you, sir.

And you know, sir, I could
give you... if you wanted it,

I could give you the name
of a... a good barber.

That's really not
necessary, son. Thank you.

Saint Nick's
last ride.

We've got all the names
and addresses of the guests.

Ah, thank you, sir.
Could you drop Julia home?

- Course.
- I have to stay a while longer.

Could you excuse me
just one moment?

I'll get my outer coat.

Are you alright?

Yes.

How long have you
been like this?

I don't know.

Excuse me. Can you
take this boy with you

to The Hospital for Sick Children?
I'll let the nuns know.

Of course.

Mrs. McGowan,

I'm terribly
sorry for your loss.

He was a wonderful man.

Well, in my experience,

even wonderful
men have enemies.

And all
the presents...

Missing.

They were for the children.
Poor children.

Mrs. McGowan, someone
wanted your husband dead.

- And succeeded.
- Yes. Who?

The only one
that I can think of

that has a heart dark enough
to do this is Cyrus Lynch.

Cyrus Lynch.
Of Lynch Fabrications?

- The one and only.
- And why do you say that?

He and my husband
were friends once.

And friends can
become vicious enemies.

- But...
- But?

...but to kill a man
days before Christmas

and steal alms
from the poor...

I didn't think
Mr. Lynch would go that far.

Again, terribly sorry.

We may need
to speak again.

The donations were stored
in the building over there.

We only discovered they were
gone after Mr. McGowan's death.

And you didn't notice
anything unusual today?

I heard something in the woods
before the guests arrived.

- Something?
- It sounded like an animal

- but we didn't see anything.
- Hm...

Now, a sleigh
carrying a heavy burden

seems to have gone this way.
What's in this direction?

A few other properties.

- Thank you.
- Here you go!

Paper! Get your paper!

Who killed Saint Nicholas?!

Constabulary baffled!
Read all about it!

The bloke could have let us
know he was taking a photograph.

That's what
you look like, sir.

So what did you
find at McGowan's?

Nothing concrete. The
groundsman seems to have heard

a disturbance of some kind. And
the name Cyrus Lynch came up.

- He's a piece of work, this Lynch.
- Apparently he and the victim

- were not the closest of friends.
- Anything else?

I checked the city
survey. Mr. Lynch's home

is quite near to Mr. McGowan's.

Would it kill ya

- to hold the ladder, Henry?
- Hey Jackson!

What do you think you're doing?

I'm measuring the height of
the ceiling, sir. For the tree.

The-- There will not
be a tree in here.

- No tree?
- Bloody Germans

and their idiotic
traditions. Jackson, get down!

Sir, a tree wouldn't
be a terrible idea.

This is a place of work,
Murdoch, not a bloody herbarium.

Well everybody,
just popped by

to wish everyone
the best of the season.

I'm off to Newfoundland.

Oh right, George. Have
a pleasant journey.

Oh sir, I hope to. And
if my connections are reliable,

I'll make it the St. Johns just
in time for the festivities.

- My aunts are expecting me.
- George, this arrived for you.

My aunts are going
on some journey

with a mysterious
benefactor?

- Hardly seems worth the trip now.
- Oh, don't worry

about it, bugalugs. I've
got plenty for you to do.

Instead of gallivanting across
the country, you can help

Murdoch, here, find out
who murdered St. Nicholas.

Right. I could
use the company.

I can't believe
they would just abandon me.

What am I
gonna do now?

Higgins, perhaps
you and I could...

...spend
Christmas together?

No, I don't
think so, George. I have plans.

Yes, no. Of course.

Sir, why Mr. Lynch?

Mrs. McGowan
suspects Cyrus Lynch.

Also, when I was at
the McGowan's last night,

I saw tracks heading
towards Cyrus Lynch's home.

Good eye, sir.
Do you mind if I drive?

Go ahead, George.

I get the lead
on the way home.

Fair enough, sir.

Tell the policeman
what you saw.

Go on, son.

I was out for a walk
on the Parker Trail last night

and I saw something
in the woods.

- The Parker Trail?
- You know the one.

Near where all
the rich people live.

You brought him
in here for this?

Tell him what you told me.

The thing I saw.

- It was a creature.
- A creature?

Yes, sir. It looked
like a man. But it wasn't.

It had horns
and... big ears.

A big-eared, horny creature?

- Yes sir.
- I tell you what, son:

I'll get a couple of my men
to go take a look.

We wouldn't want this creature
spoiling your Christmas,

- now would we?
- Thank you, sir.

And, uh, one more thing...

- What's that?
- I found this.

It's from the beast.

Krampus.

We haven't seen him

- since yesterday.
- Is that unusual?

Very much so. Mr. Lynch
is something of a homebody.

That is when
he is not at work.

I inquired.
He wasn't there, either.

I very much need
to speak with him.

So do I. I'm hoping to be
relieved for the holiday,

- but he's disappeared.
- Is this a recent photo?

- It is.
- May I?

- Thank you.
- Sir.

- Sir.
- What have you, George?

Look at this. "Compliments
of Alistair McGowan."

One of the stolen gifts.
Were there others?

This is the only one
I could find, sir.

It would appear Mr. Lynch
is trying to steal Christmas.

I want these distributed to
all points of exit from Toronto.

Train stations, livery
yards, lake steamers.

We must find
Cyrus Lynch.

Sir, all those places will be
overrun by holiday travelers.

Then all the more likely
someone is to have

seen him, Henry. Get to it!

Yes, sir.

Constable Jackson?

It's a pity we can't
have a tree, sir.

It would certainly make
our task feel more festive.

Hm. They do

- lighten the spirit, don't they?
- Yes, sir!

You should see my family's tree.
Ten feet tall if it was an inch.

And when all the candles
are ablaze it is --

That's a fire
hazard, isn't it?

Well, it may be,
sir, but...

what a fire hazard!

Please, will you talk
to the Inspector?

Ready your axe, Jackson.

Ha ha! Thank
you, sir. Ha!

We're getting
a tree! Ha ha!

My mother will be
marinating the goose by now.

- Already?
- A goose needs to be

well sauced, Henry. Sometimes
we eat it the night before.

- On Christmas Eve?
- I know. But sometimes

we just can't resist. Merry
Christmas, my good man!

How about you, Henry?

I'm going to the home
of James and Helen McVie.

- They're old family friends.
- Sounds boring.

You wouldn't say that if you
laid eyes on their daughter,

Elsie, George. Henry Higgins,
your own walking, talking

Christmas gift. Signed,
sealed, and delivered.

Best of the season,
my good man. Well,

I can't wait to get home. They
won't trim the tree without me.

And how about
you, George?

I was going to go
home to Newfoundland.

Until his aunts
got a better offer.

I'm sure they have
a good reason.

You know, I suppose I'll
just stay in the city now.

Go for a walk
or something.

Although... I do
love a good goose.

Right, Eh...
I'm sorry, George,

but Mother insists that
Christmas be for family only.

Oh, of course, of course,
who better to spend it with?

Why don't you celebrate
with the Detective?

I'm not gonna be a third
wheel at the Detective

- and Doctor Ogden's festivities.
- So the Inspector, then?

Higgins, the Inspector?
Are you daft? Anyway,

what does it matter? In
the end it's just another day.

That's right George,
that's all it is.

Nothing special at all.

Ahem! Merry
Christmas everybody!

- Merry Christmas!
- A happy Christmas!

Yes,

that is one
of Mr. McGowan's.

- Where did you find it?
- In Cyrus Lynch's home.

And Mr. Lynch?

- Still unaccounted for.
- I don't envy your job.

And to have to deal with
a murder before Christmas.

Murder is a vile crime,
no matter the season.

Can you tell
me any more

about Mr. Lynch and
Mr. McGowan's relationship?

They were not
fond of one another.

By all accounts,
that's an understatement.

As young men, the two
were partners but...

something happened and
their friendship strained.

- Something?
- Millicent.

They both had designs on her,
but she chose Mr. McGowan.

They were married years
ago, were they not?

- Almost twenty.
- Then why would Mr. Lynch wait

all this time
to exact his revenge?

Perhaps he got tired

of hearing Mr. McGowan
be called a saint

when he clearly
knew him as a sinner.

Perhaps he
resented the fact

that a thief was
being treated like a king.

- How was that?
- Mr. McGowan

was not all that
he seemed, Detective Murdoch.

Publicly, he was
a benevolent philanthropist...

- And privately?
- A miser.

Then how do you explain all
of these presents at Christmas?

It cost him nothing. He
hardly paid his employees,

he often employed their
children for more hours

than the laws allow.
Any complaint was met

with a threat
of dismissal.

Are we speaking about
the same Alistair McGowan?

In the eyes of the world,
he was the embodiment

of the spirit of giving. But the
world doesn't see everything.

Not like an accountant.

Accountants see everything.

Thank you,
Mr. Rankin.

I do hope the rest
of the holiday

does allow for more
pleasant diversion.

As do I.

And how do you
celebrate it, sir?

- Quietly, with my wife.
- As do I...

but without
the wife, sadly.

I have a home
in the wilderness.

Some enjoy the gaiety;
I, the tranquility.

But I do miss
the comfort of family.

Hello Father!

Bobby. Gone
a little bit overboard

on the Christmas
decorations, haven't you?

Oh Thomas, it only
happens once a year.

- Where's John?
- Out caroling with his friends.

- Bloody hell.
- I just made this;

it's called egg nog. Try it.

Hm! What do you think?

Waste of good rum.

- Ah...
- Father, I was wondering...

- What?
- Did you see that train set

- I was asking about?
- What does a boy your age

want with a train set? You don't
need a toy. You need a job.

- When I was your age I was up a chimney.
- I was only hoping --

Your mother's side of the
family have spoiled you rotten.

Why not be thankful for what you
have instead of whining for more?

Ebenezer.

- I heard that, Margaret.
- Good!

All of the presents had been
stored in Mr. McGowan's barn.

Mr. Lynch had ample time
and opportunity to remove them.

So you think
he did it?

We found one of
the presents from Mr. McGowan's

in Mr. Lynch's home. And
still no sign of Mr. Lynch.

So he killed Mr. McGowan
and now, he's in hiding?

So it would seem.

I'll get it.

Oh! It's arrived!
Excellent. Come in,

- come in, come in.
- William?

- There's hardly room.
- Don't be silly.

There's always room
for a Christmas tree!

I'm not usually
a sentimental sort

but I have kept
these things since childhood.

- Oh!
- I thought that was broken?

I fixed it.

Are you humming?

Me? No.

Full of surprises.

Merry Christmas!

Can I help you, sir?

Yes. Do you have, um...

anything like a small
duck or a capon?

Smallest I got

is four pounds
and it's spoken for.

What about a turkey?

Ten's the least.

- Nothing for a single person?
- On Christmas? Hardly.

There's never anything for
a single person on Christmas.

- Right. Thank you.
- Hey. Wait, wait, wait.

Uh...

I got these.

Huh?

- I'll take them.
- Great.

That'll be... 75 cents.

75 cents?!

Holiday prices!

Merry Christmas!

Never ever sneak up on a man.

Why are you here?

- Just looking around.
- So you believe me?

I'm simply
taking a walk.

Besides, it was
just your imagination.

If you thought that, you would
not be snooping around here.

What kind of animal track
do you think that is?

I don't know.
But I think you do.

All right, you lot,
get off your backsides!

WE... are going
to find this man.

- Of course we are, sir.
- Oh, I'm glad you're showing

some confidence, Jackson,
because until he's behind bars,

- all leave is canceled!
- Canceled?!

- Sir, what about Elsie?
- Please, sir,

- it's Christmas.
- You want Christmas,

find St. Nick's killer.

I want my Christmas.

- I promised my mother --
- Hang Christmas!

- I wanted Elsie.
- You know what?

This might not
be so bad.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, we'll spend Christmas

together. The three lads!
We'll make a go of it.

Sure.

Right?

I have another
job for you, George.

Please take Henry and Jackson
down to Sullivan Street.

Mr. Lynch has
a warehouse there.

- Perhaps he's stashed something.
- Yes, of course.

George?

Sir, do you
and Doctor Ogden...

What are you doing for
Christmas? You have any plans?

- None at all.
- Really? Well, I was asking--

And we couldn't be
happier. We spend

so little time alone together
that a day with nothing more

than each other's
company is all we want.

Yes, of course.

Of course. Right,
then. Off we go.

- George?
- Sir?

Could you...?

Oh.

My sausages.

Merry Christmas!
Best of the Season.

- Happy Christmas, ma'am!
- Jackson.

- Merry Christmas!
- He's getting half annoying.

- Just half?
- Happy Christmas!

Merry Christmas, sir!

- Cut it out, Jackson.
- You're an officer of the law,

- man, not an elf.
- More like an oaf.

Very good, Henry.

You there! Merry Christmas.
Ha ha! Got ya.

- God, grant us patience.
- Merry Christmas.

Jackson!

- I could feign an illness.
- And you think the Inspector

- is gonna believe that?
- You should see her, George...

Fellows, look:
The McGowan presents.

Well, how do we know
they're from HIS house?

Ha!

Look at this.

- It's a sled.
- Not just any sled.

And it's a sleigh, by the way.

- And see?
- "Slugger."

- Yeah.
- I built this and donated it

to Mr. McGowan's cause.
Gentlemen, we are starting

on the road
back to Christmas.

And here we are,
for you, my princess.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

Thank you, my darling.
Thank you!

And for you sir,
I believe this is a razor

since you're
starting to shave.

- Merry Christmas.
- Excuse me, sir,

- Uh, a word, please?
- Of course, sonny.

What is it?

You were at the McGowan house
the other night, were you not?

Indeed. We spoke, yes.

May I ask where
you got these presents?

I have important
work to do here.

- Do you mind?
- Excuse me, sir.

- What? What?
- What's your name?

Isn't it apparent?
It's Kris Kringle!

- Sir, you need to come with us.
- Why?

We believe these
presents might be...

- stolen property.
- Stolen property?

- How dare you?!
- Come off it, you old coot.

I will not
go willingly.

What do you
think of that?

Let me go!
I said let me go!

- I've never been treated like this.
- Bloody hell.

You are the stupidest police
I've ever encountered!

- Murdoch?
- One step ahead of you, sir.

- Good luck, sir.
- Mary Pickford!

This isn't right. All he was
doing was handing out presents.

Excuse me, but
this is police business.

You can't put him in jail.
Not before Christmas!

I can do whatever I choose,
young lady. Now you, go home.

- Bloody match girl!
- I'll ask you

once again, sir.
What is your name?

Oh. It's, uh,
Kris Kringle.

But some prefer
to call me Santa.

- Santa Claus.
- Yes,

yes, I understood that part.

So you just happened

to find those presents
in that warehouse?

I did take the presents,

but only to give
them to the children.

I was planning to deliver
them on Christmas Eve,

naturally.

But then... I had
second thoughts.

Why is that?

Look at those children!

They have no homes,
much less a chimney.

What is your connection
to Mr. Lynch?

I have none!

Alistair McGowan?

Then how did you come
to be in his home?

I know of all
Christmas events.

Good thing I was there!

The children needed me.

And now you are in
possession of Mr. McGowan's

- stolen Christmas gifts.
- Well--

Again, I ask you, what is
your connection to Mr. Lynch?

I. Have. None.

I'm going to give you

a moment to
reconsider that answer.

OK.

We only found a small
portion of the presents.

There could be caches
scattered throughout the city.

So... we could find them?

- Like an Easter Egg Hunt.
- Wrong holiday, Jackson.

That's not exactly true,
Higgins. In some cultures --

the Finns for example -- hiding
eggs is not unique to Easter.

It is indeed part of
their Christmas tradition.

- Thank you, George.
- Sir.

In spite of the man
we have in cust--

- Latvians also, in Latvia. Sir.
- Thank you.

In spite of the man
that we have in custody,

Cyrus Lynch remains
our primary suspect.

- He didn't do it.
- Doctor?

Mr. McGowan's neck
was snapped. His body

was also transported
after death.

Given the relative sizes
of the two men, it's unlikely

- Mr. Lynch could have done it.
- Well, he may have had

an accomplice.
At any rate, Cyrus Lynch

remains a person of interest
in this investigation.

The lynchpin as it were.

- Lynchpin.
- Back to work, Gentlemen.

I have someone that
I would like you to meet.

- Who?
- Well, he--

You'll see.

- Hello, I'm Doctor Julia Ogden.
- Oh!

- And you are?
- Kringle. Kris Kringle.

And you have to
let me out of here.

May I talk to you
for just one moment?

Could we do that
a little later, please?

This is my busy time.
And the elves,

if they're left alone too long,
they tend to get fractious.

- I see.
- Yeah!

So you believe
that you are--

And the reindeer, someone
has to look after them,

and you know who that
someone is, don't you?

Well, you have to
get me out of here.

Alright.

Is there someone you know
that I could talk to?

I can't release you
unless there's someone

to surrender you to.

My wife.

Good! And how
can I find her?

She's some distance
north of here.

♪ Deck the hall
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 ♪

It's a big city, George.
We won't find a man

- who doesn't want to be found.
- Especially a man of means.

He could be anywhere.
He could be in New York City

or halfway
to San Francisco.

I can't believe we're
gonna miss Christmas

because of the
Inspector's stupid --

George, why the heck
did you kick me??

- Evening, Inspector.
- Ah, evening, lads.

- Uh, not at home?
- I decided I could use

a few before I could face
what the missus has got planned.

- Why, what's that sir?
- Margaret want us to bob

- for bloody apples.
- That sounds like fun, sir!

Dunking my head
into a bucket

of ice cold water is not
what I consider fun, Jackson.

I hate this bloody season.
At least, at New Year's,

all you have to do is get drunk
and kiss the wife! Ha ha ha!

- What about Easter, sir?
- Don't get me started

on that bloody ghost story.
Fancy another one?

- I should get home.
- Yes, busy day.

Killer to find
and all that!

I hope that's not sarcasm
I'm detecting, Higgins.

- Wouldn't dream of it, sir.
- Hm. What about you, Crabtree?

- I'll have another, sir!
- Ah, good lad.

Landlord. Two pints
and two chasers

and keep them coming.

Ha ha!

Sir, I feel like
you're missing the whole...

- spirit of the season.
- Let me tell you

about the season that is
supposedly full of good.

It still contains
its fair share of evil.

- What do you mean, sir?
- Oh Crabtree.

It's a holiday for
hypocrites. A holiday

where the Godless
can feel pious.

Where the greedy can
pretend to be generous.

I'd be happy if the
whole thing never existed.

I'll see you tomorrow,

George Crabtree.

Woman of the house!

Thomas! Honestly!

- Come here, Margaret.
- What do you-- Oh!

That's enough of that.

Spend Christmas together?

Oh, no I don't think so,
George. I have plans.

I'm sorry, George,
but Mother insists

that Christmas be
for family only.

A day with nothing more
than each other's company

- is all we want.
- On Christmas? Hardly.

There's never anything for a
single person at Christmas.

I'd be happy if the whole
thing never existed.

Sir! What is it?

There's something in the
woods, it was coming after me!

Something? What
do you mean, something?

A creature. And
it was carrying a body

- as if it was a feather pillow.
- A creature?

Yeah! Horns on his
head. Blood-red eyes.

- Where is this creature now?
- In the woods. That way.

If I was you,
I'd get help.

Hello!

Is anyone there?

- Inspector Brackenreid!
- I'm not releasing him.

That's not why I'm here.
Even though you would

- if you had a heart.
- What do you want?

I'm assisting in a charity
drive for the City's orphans

and The Hospital for Sick
Children. I was hoping

some of the Constables
could help with the procuring

- of donations.
- Well, we are attempting

to solve a murder and a
robbery at the McGowan Mansion.

I know sir, but if you fail,
the children could use help --

Maybe you should try
the fire department.

- Sir, a moment?
- What is it, Crabtree?

Sir, I saw something
unusual last night.

- Well, you'd had a few.
- I know,

but, sir, I saw... I saw
some tracks in the woods.

- What'd they look like?
- Like nothing I'd ever seen

before. They weren't quite
human, a little bit like a paw,

but at the same time,
like no animal I've ever seen.

I am running out
of time! You are

destroying Christmas!

- Sir. I have no choice.
- You are so sure,

- aren't you?
- Excuse me?

How can you be
convinced that I am not

who I say I am?

Bloody Christmas!

They're supposed
to be solving a murder.

Sir, they're merely
exchanging gifts.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Where?

The Mayor's making a speech.
All ranking city officials

- are to be in attendance.
- I'm a ranking

- city official, now?
- No, and you're never likely

to be, but I could
use the company.

Higgins, you twit! What are you
doing with that bloody tree!

Detective Murdoch said
it would be alright.

Put down the tree
and find Mr. Lynch!

- Not here, Jackson. Come--
- Sorry.

Come about! Come on!
Excuse me, sir!

- Sorry!
- Watch out, sir!

And thank you for coming. Your
generosity is the real message

of the spirit of Christmas. To
think that citizens of Toron--

Thank you, Miss Pickford.

Oh!

To reiterate what our own
Little Match Girl was saying,

I thank you all for
donating to our cause.

All our hearts were
saddened by the untimely

demise of Mr. McGowan,
a man who spread joy

for so many years. It seemed
the spirit of Christmas

had passed us by, but you rose

and took up the torch. And
the man who held it firmest

was none other than Cyrus Lynch.

Since the death of Mr. McGowan,
I have been in communication

with Mr. Lynch, who has
helped spearhead this drive

with a sizable donation.

The City of Toronto
owes him a debt of gratitude.

It would seem Mr. Lynch
is alive and well.

And now he's playing
at being Saint bloody Nick!

A perverse motive, but
that could explain the murder.

...to give a gift
to the City of Toronto.

And it gives me
great honour

to unveil it today.

Good Lord.

That's bloody Lynch!

Get back everyone! Get back!

Everybody, back!

This is terrible.
This is not good at all.

Why didn't you inform us
that you were in contact

with Cyrus Lynch?
We were looking for him.

- I didn't know that.
- There were

- posters all over town.
- I've been very busy

coordinating this
charity drive. I don't

have time to be
looking at posters.

Mr. Mayor. What did you
believe was in the crate?

I was told it was
a likeness of myself.

And you thought it would
be a good idea to unveil it

- at this celebration.
- Every little bit counts.

My Lord, the carnage.

- All our efforts, up in smoke.
- Sir, when did you

- last see Cyrus Lynch?
- I never saw him.

The only means of communication
was through a third party.

Who was?

I have no idea.

All I can say is that once
the presents started to arrive,

I had no reason to believe
anything was amiss.

Mr. Mayor, it's time
to control the damage.

Gentlemen, I have to go.
Inspector Brackenreid,

my office will be in contact
later, this afternoon.

I have a task for you.

There will be many in our
fair city who will not see

- Christmas this year.
- And they'd be very

disappointed not to get
to see that statue.

Mr. Mayor,

what did I tell you about
talking to the police

- on your own?
- Hm.

You have to eat something.

I heard what happened
at City Hall.

Yes. It was terrible.

The world needs me.
You know that,

- don't you, Constable?
- I can't help you.

Yes, you can.
You know it's wrong

to keep me in this cell,
don't you?

- And I know something else, too.
- What's that?

You have the spirit
of Christmas within you.

And you do know who I truly am.

Eat something. Please.

And we've been instructed
by the Mayor's office

to do whatever we can to
bring in gifts and donations.

Are we still looking
for the stolen presents, sir?

- Yes, Higgins.
- And the murderer, sir?

We're the police, Crabtree,
what do you think?

- Right.
- Then get to it. And Jackson,

- you're not on holiday yet.
- Yes, sir.

Ah, Murdoch.
What have you got?

Julia's examining
the body, sir.

But it's safe to say that
Lynch didn't kill McGowan?

- We don't know that.
- Sirs,

even if Lynch was the murderer,
somebody's killed him now,

- so we have another crime.
- What are you still doing here?

I think my efforts are better
spent here on the investigation.

Alright, Crabtree,
what do you think?

I think a third party
killed McGowan and Lynch.

Oh? And why
would they do that?

It would appear, sirs,
for the sole purpose

of destroying Christmas.

Gentlemen. My office.

Krampus!

- Who?
- Kram...

Pus. Krampus.

With a K.

I'm sorry, sir,
I don't follow.

When I was a boy
back in Yorkshire,

my father told me
the story of Krampus.

Krampus is a creature
that emerges from the woods

at Christmas time. But he
didn't bring gifts to children,

he punished them. And if he was
in a particularly foul mood,

- he devoured them.
- Devoured them, sir?

Yes. In fact, he punished
all who celebrated Christmas.

So, did he devour
adults as well?

- I don't know.
- I mean, I suppose if you had

to choose between devouring a
child or some old person--

Alright, that's
enough, George. Sir,

you believe this Krampus is
responsible for our murders?

Mock me if you want Murdoch,
but I'll tell you this:

I've seen him. When I was a boy,

he appeared
at my bedroom window.

You had a nightmare
as a child.

But I hardly
think it responsible

for two murders...
in Toronto... today.

- How do you kill it?
- According to my father,

- Krampus can't be killed.
- I knew it.

And I think he's here, now.

Sir?

Yesterday I was walking
through the woods...

and I felt its presence,

just like I did
all those years ago.

All right, sir.

Would you be willing
to describe this presence?

Don't be smart, Murdoch.

Alright, let me see.

All I remember
is the glowing eyes,

the beastly feet and the horns.

- Crabtree saw the same.
- George?

Sir, not to the same level
of detail as the Inspector,

but I did see...
some very unusual tracks.

- Where was this?
- On Bells Bridge.

A tramp had reported
seeing a huge figure

carrying a body over his
shoulder through the woods.

That body could have
been that of Mr. Lynch.

- Did you see this body?
- No.

- Did you see the "beast?"
- No.

Did you see anything to
support this Krampus notion?

Well, sir, as I said,
I did see the tracks.

What about this?

That looks very much
like a goat's horn.

Like a horn. But perhaps

not simply a goat's horn.

Respectfully, Sir,

there is no such
thing as Krampus.

No such thing as St. Nick.

No such thing as
the ghost of Christmas past,

- or elves--
- Please don't say that, sir.

- There's no Kris Kringle.
- Not you, too, Doctor!

I was coming by
to see how he was faring.

- Did someone let him out?
- Not without your authority,

- Julia.
- Maybe his elves rescued him.

Jackson, what are you doing?

- Decorating the station, sir.
- Well, stop it.

- We've got two murderers to find.
- And possibly a monster.

- George?
- Don't get him started.

A monster?

Despite how he was found,
it seems Mr. Lynch

died in the same
manner as Mr. McGowan.

- A snapped neck.
- So it seems likely that

the same person
murdered both of them.

It's possible. And I found

these scratch marks on his body.

- He was clawed.
- That makes sense.

- Inspector?
- The Inspector seems

to believe that supernatural
forces are at work here.

- Oh, I see.
- Whereas

I prefer to stay
in the real world.

Whoa!

I just don't feel like
celebrating this year.

I can understand
that, Mrs. McGowan.

Thank you for seeing me.

Oh, of course, I'm just
not sure how I can help.

I take it you've heard about
the unfortunate circumstance

that befell Mr. Lynch.

I have.

And do you still believe
him to be responsible

- for your husband's death?
- I do.

I hate to trouble
you with this,

but I will need you to
account for your whereabouts.

You're not
seriously suggesting...?

Is everything alright?

I take it you've heard about
the death of our prime suspect.

I have. And I must
admit surprise.

I was of the sincere belief
that Cyrus Lynch was responsible

- for the death of Mr. McGowan.
- We both were.

Well, thank you.
If you think of anyone else...

Of course.

Robert Kratchet.

You should talk
to Robert Kratchet.

Hi sir. Can I borrow your hat?

Oh, I'm sorry miss,

but I only have the one.

Oh no! Help!

Help! Help! Please let me in!
I'm being attacked.

I was chief of operations
at McGowan Manufacturing

for almost ten
years. Not anymore.

Was Mr. McGowan
unsatisfied with your work?

He didn't fire me.
I left.

- Oh. Why?
- You know what he did

this year? He docked our wages
so he could buy more presents.

The only thing Alistair McGowan
ever did was make himself

look good
at other's expense.

A number of the lads and
myself were making the move

- to Lynch Fabrications.
- McGowan's chief competitor?

Did McGowan
know about this?

Mr. Lynch walked into
our plant and offered up

the jobs himself. He must have
heard that McGowan was docking

our wages. Struck
while the iron was hot.

And how did Mr. McGowan react?

The two of them actually got
into a fight on the shop floor.

- No?
- Mr. McGowan got the better of him.

You don't seem upset
by Mr. McGowan's murder.

As far as I'm concerned,
the old skinflint

got what he deserved.

And how do you feel
about Mr. Lynch's death?

As long as the job he promised
is still waiting for me,

that's all that matters.

Ma'am, please...

Would you like to make
a donation? Anything helps.

Ma'am could you
please help?

What would be the point?
It'll just get stolen.

And Happy Christmas
to you, too.

I haven't had
a single donation.

I put these in myself.

Higgins. Krampus
is winning.

Who's Krampus? What
are you talking about?

The Inspector believes

that there is a malevolent
spirit loose on the streets

of Toronto and
its sole aim...

is to ruin Christmas.

- The Inspector said that?
- Yes, he did.

And look, he's right!

Constable George Crabtree.

I'm sorry. No more
questions, gentlemen.

This man needs
medical attention.

He's taken a blow

to the head. We should
take him to the hospital.

Sir, what happened?

I was closing up
for the night.

I heard a noise. Something
was destroying the carousel.

- Something?
- It wasn't human.

It was a foul
smelling creature.

It walked on two legs,
but it wasn't a man.

I turned to run, but
it struck me from behind.

And you told
those reporters that?

People need to know!

William. I have to take him.

- Sir, did you hear that?
- I did.

- Do you believe me now?
- No, George. I do not.

Sir--

Krampus. Krampus.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.
One at a time, please.

- Detective, is the city safe?
- As safe as it ever was.

Well, how can you say that?
We have two murders

- and a beast roaming the streets.
- We are investigating

the deaths of Mr. Lynch
and Mr. McGowan and we will

- come to a conclusion.
- And what about the beast?

Uh... gentlemen,

I highly doubt that a beast

is wandering the streets of
Toronto, and so should you.

- That's all for now. Thank you.
- How did this Krampus

- arrange passage?
- Have you checked the steamship lines?

You called for me?

I did indeed,
Constable Jackson.

I know what you did.

I don't know
what you're--

- You released Mr. Kringle.
- I did not, I...

Well, he...

- Ahem!
- I'm not a fool, Jackson,

so don't play me for one.

I don't think it's in his
nature to cause harm, ma'am.

I know you mean well,
but you're not qualified

to make that judgment.

Now, come with me.

- Can't we just let him go?
- Jackson!

Christmas is my favourite
time of year. Yet now,

- it doesn't feel the same.
- Well, two murders just days

before the holidays do tend
to dampen the Christmas Spirit.

- There he is.
- Sir!

- Sir!
- Go! Go!

Stop. You there. Stop!

- Oh! Ah...
- AH!

Jackson.

- Are you alright?
- Yes, Doctor.

Well, you know what they say
about dashing in the snow:

"head over heels you go."

Very good, Doctor.

George!

- George!
- Sir.

Is this your doing?

Sir, he remains
a viable suspect.

No, "it" does not.

George, we would be much
closer to solving this case

if you and the Inspector would
reign in your flights of fancy.

Sir.

Take this.

As you can see, the boy
you sent us is doing well.

- He'll be released soon?
- A woman from the orphanage

is coming for him.

Is it always
so chilly in here?

We do our best. But
when a chill wind blows,

well, it plays
havoc on our ability

- to care for the early borns.
- I'm sure.

You know, my husband,
Detective William Murdoch,

is quite an ingenious man.
He may be able to help you.

Thank you. We'd appreciate
any help we can get.

It has nothing to do
with who Mr. McGowan did

or didn't cheat. Krampus
is responsible for all this.

I'm sorry sir,
but I find it difficult

- to believe that a demon --
- You believe in the existence

- of good, do you not?
- Of course.

Well then you can believe
in the spirit of evil.

You can believe that
someone can hate Christmas.

Well, all people are capable

of hating something,
so that is possible.

- But Christmas--
- There are plenty of reasons

to hate Christmas, Murdoch.
The poor hate Christmas,

the lonely hate Christmas,
the greedy hate Christmas.

- And I hate Christmas.
- Sir...

Every year when
I was a young boy,

I asked for
one small present:

a figure of a Prussian
cavalry officer. And every year,

nothing. Oh, I know
my father tried,

but every year your face
got rubbed deeper in it.

For a lot of people, Christmas
isn't St. Nick, it's Krampus.

- I doubt very much that Kramp--
- Christmas is nothing but greed

and crushing disappointments.
It is the time of Krampus.

But it doesn't have to be.

I just wish the whole
bloody holiday would go away.

Sir, Christmas
is worth saving.

It really is.

I have specimen containers
that would be suitable.

- Wonderful.
- I'll have someone bring them.

This is going
to work perfectly.

And don't you be late tonight.

It is Christmas Eve.

- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!

- This is the best you could do?
- People are skint.

- Skint?
- Tapped out. Without money.

- Bleakest Christmas on record.
- And during your term

- in office, sir. What a pity.
- And Happy Christmas

to you too, Inspector.

Right, you lot, get back
to work. Oh, and you two

are not excluded either.

Right, everyone,

- go home.
- Home, sir?

You heard me, Higgins? Now clear
off before I change my mind.

- Inspector?
- We're not going to find him

tonight, Murdoch. We'll
pick it up after the holidays.

- Merry Christmas, sir!
- Quite.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Tomorrow's going
to be my lucky day!

George,

can you help me
pack up this box?

Ah.

And accompany me home.

Really, sir?!
Oh thank you, sir!

- Oh, I didn't mean --
- Oh sir, that is wonderful.

I thought my Christmas Eve
was going to be bleak, but...

your place at the Windsor is
just lovely, and the food is

to die for. And Doctor Ogden,
sir, she is lovely company.

Really, I think that's
important. And very attractive.

As are you. I'm sure
if you asked any lady,

they would say as much.

Julia? Julia, where
are you, I've brought a--

Unwrap me, William.

- ...visitor.
- Good gracious!

- Sir, I-I-I should go.
- No, George...

I think
the moment may have passed.

George. Would you like
a breast or a leg?

Oh, uh... whichever
is appropriate.

- Thank you.
- George.

Why are you wearing
only one sock?

The other one is
hanging on the tree, sir.

The tree?

Yes. Well you don't have
a hearth so I thought

that would be the best place--
Do you not hang your stockings

at Christmas?

Well, you must!

♪ Good King Wenceslas
looked down ♪

♪ On the feast of Stephen ♪

♪ When the snow
lay round about ♪

Are we supposed to
put something in them?

- I have no idea.
- And is he staying over?

I believe that's
the expectation.

Let's just make
the best of it, shall we?

Looks wonderful, George!

And now...

Oh! William!

They're quite strong, sir.

I'm sure it can
easily be corrected.

Would you like a sherry,
George? This could take a while.

Another mint. Doctor?

I'm fine. William,
how much longer?

This should do it.

Perhaps you
overcompensated, sir.

Something must have caused
a short circuit somehow.

I'll ring down to the desk,
see if they can replace

- the fuse.
- I may pop out

for a brief constitutional.

And for goodness sake,
William, keep your hands off

the lights!

Father, did you see that
train set I was talking about?

It's not fair! It's not fair!

Everyone gets a present!
Everyone but me!

- I made you a present.
- I don't want something

- stupid and homemade.
- I'm trying my best, son.

I hate you!

Hey, you there! Stop!

There is somewhere
I have to be.

- Well, hold up a moment!
- I'm in a tremendous hurry!

And you should be in custody!

What? Aah!

I can't be!
Not tonight!

Surely you must
understand who I am?

Sir, why do you
insist on this ruse?

How can you believe
you are who you say you are?

And why do you
believe I'm not?

To use your parlance,

I certainly
fit the profile.

And answer me this:

I overheard one
of your constables say

you were searching
for Krampus.

If you can believe in him,
why can't you believe in me?

Well, you make a good
point there, I suppose.

Ah!

But you stole presents. Is
that in the spirit of Christmas?

I did not
steal presents!

They were my presents!

I did see a man

carry a load of presents
into the warehouse.

- A man. What man?
- Never saw him before

in my life.

Sir, could you
come with me?

- I'm tremendously busy.
- I promise I won't

keep you long, but
I will give you a chance.

- A chance? At what?
- To save Christmas.

His chin's
a little broader.

And you're certain
this is the man you saw

deposit the gifts
in Mr. Lynch's warehouse?

Oh, yes... yeah...
yes it is.

George. This could be
Robert Kratchet.

Recently in the employ of none
other than Alistair McGowan.

- So he's our man?
- Let's not jump to conclusions

- just yet. Thank you.
- Ah!

Let's pay Mr. Kratchet
a visit, shall we?

Right. I'll get my sock.

And where are you going?

It's very late. The
Constable said I could leave.

Oh, please.
Look at me,

I'm hale and hearty
and I can assure you:

I am no danger to myself

or anyone else,
I promise you that.

You're quite certain?

Yes, I am. Now please.

I have to go.

Both you and I have
important work to do tonight.

Alright. Let's
go catch a thief.

- And a murderer.
- That too.

And you are
on the naughty list.

I did wonder.

Where are the presents?

- Did we have a break in?
- No.

- Then what?
- The boys.

- What did they do?
- No, no. It's not like that.

They took the toys
and presents and marched down

to the Orphanage. They said they
had enough things and wanted

to give them
to the poor children.

I have never
been so proud.

My boys are
better men than me.

What are you
talking about, Thomas?

Do you know what I did at
Christmas when I was their age?

I told my father
how much I hated him.

That's why Krampus
came calling.

Oh, you know
Krampus is not real.

- That's what they say.
- Where are you going?

To make things right.

- It's Christmas Eve.
- I'm well aware of that,

Mr. Kratchet. Please,
answer the question.

I delivered the presents
to Mr. Lynch's warehouse.

- What of it?
- They were stolen.

No, they weren't. Mrs. McGowan
found them in her house.

After Mr. McGowan's murder.

But why deliver them
to Lynch's warehouse?

She said they were to aid
Mr. Lynch's charity drive.

I had no reason
to believe otherwise.

- Why would she do that?
- I don't know.

Perhaps she, unlike
her husband, had a good heart.

Detective,

I honestly didn't know
I was doing something wrong.

Sorry to trouble you,
Mr. Kratchet.

Merry Christmas.

Why would she help
her husband's rival?

She was a
charitable soul, sir.

I'd be inclined to believe
that, George, were it not

for the timing.

Mr. Lynch's gift drive
hadn't been announced yet.

She only had
Mr. Kratchet do that

in order to implicate Mr. Lynch
in her husband's murder.

- So she did it?
- You're jumping again, George.

North on Yonge
Street, driver.

With pleasure, sir.

- Mrs. McGowan?
- Millicent?

What are we doing here?

Doing what the Inspector
always says to do.

Following the money.

Just a few files Rankin was
disinclined to show us, sir.

A-HA!

- What is it?
- We know that Mr. McGowan

and Mr. Lynch were partners
who eventually parted ways.

But Mr. Rankin didn't
tell us about this.

I've been chasing
after you lot

halfway across bloody Toronto.

Nice of you to join us,
sir. We have it.

They were all
partners, sir.

McGowan, Lynch,
and Rankin.

At the very beginning, yes.
Mr. Rankin was an equal partner

in the very first company
that the three of them formed.

But when the business
started off slowly,

Mr. Rankin wanted out, so he
sold his shares in their company

- to them for 100 dollars.
- Not a wise move.

Mr. McGowan and Mr. Lynch
built it up to a million-dollar

enterprise before
they parted ways.

- And Mr. Rankin?
- The best they could offer him

was a position as
a salaried employee.

Enough to make a man
very, very bitter.

He watched his friends getting
richer and richer every day

while he continued on
as a poorly-paid bookkeeper.

- Is Millicent McGowan involved?
- I've found no evidence

- to link her into any of this.
- So she's innocent?

Ah, that's jumping
to conclusions, Doctor.

Mr. Rankin would be up

to answer this question,
if we knew where to find him.

Bring the sleigh around,
George. Mr. Rankin has a home

- just outside the city limits.
- Ah, well,

let's go and deliver him
some festive cheer.

Sir, look out for that stump!

Ooh! Ooh!

Sirs! Look.

They're animal
tracks, George.

Sir, it's not just an animal.
I'm telling you these are

the same tracks I saw when that old
tramp saw the beast on the bridge.

But you didn't see the
beast. You said so yourself.

I smelled it, sir.
There was hideous smell.

Fine. You stay here.
We'll handle this.

Let's get a
move on, Crabtree.

Sir, what if
Krampus is in there?

Then we tell him
he's not welcome.

Mr. Rankin!

Toronto Constabulary!

Shh! William, listen.

Are you alright?

Ah! Yes.

Yes, I think so.

Julia, wait.

- Who did this to you?
- It wasn't a who.

- Where's Mr. Rankin?
- I have no idea.

- Who brought you here?
- It was a monster.

It had horns,
and had horrible red eyes.

I have no time for fairy
tales, Mrs. McGowan. The truth.

- That's what I'm telling you.
- No, Julia,

- leave her.
- Oh!

Let's find
Mr. Rankin first.

We'll split up.

Beware of the beast.

Crikey.

Krampus?

Krampus?!

God!

Hello?

Hello!

Sirs! Doctor!

Come look at this.

Right. We best
split up.

Why?

I'm sure this bugger knows this
maze like the back of his hand.

If he was here,
he's probably long gone.

Besides, if we split up,
he'll pick us off one by one.

George, he's
an accountant.

- Sir, he could be Krampus!
- There is no such thing

- as Krampus!
- What are you talking about?

I'll explain
later. Let's go.

William! William!

- I think I saw something.
- Is it him?

I don't know.
It was something!

- Something?
- Yes, something!

What in God's name
are you saying?

Doctor Ogden?!

- Sir?
- Yes.

- I'm seeing more of the tracks.
- I see them, too, George.

Don't worry, it's just a ruse.

If it is, it's
a bloody good one.

Doctor?

Doctor?

You should not
have followed me.

Krampus?

You know what happens now.

Dinner.

You're not real.

You're nothing but a fairy tale.

A stupid fable!
An old wives tale.

Murdoch!

Follow my voice. I got him!

- George!
- Sir?

Find Julia!

Oh!

I've seen the beast.

Sir, there is
no beast.

Oh, bloody hell, Murdoch,
I know that. But as far

as I'm concerned, a man
who dresses like a beast

is as good as one.

I suppose I can't
argue with that.

Follow me.

Doctor!

Doctor!

Julia.

- George.
- Are you alright?

Ah... I think so.

- Who did this to you?
- I really didn't see.

But they ran that way.

- Are you sure you're alright?
- Yes, go.

You stay here.

Sir!

Stop!

Aye! Stop!

- Find Julia.
- Be careful, Murdoch.

Hello?

Hello!

Krampus? OH!!

Millicent! Stop
what you're doing!

Aren't you clever.

You're a murderer, Millicent.

I had no choice.

My husband was robbing me
blind. Giving his money away

- to layabouts.
- There are 3 police officers

here. You'll never
get away with it.

Oh, I think I will. Unless
you can walk through fire.

Don't!

Pity they don't
seem to be working.

Poor little match girl.

- Ya!
- OH!

Do you need
a hand, Doctor?

I think I have it covered.

Always enjoyed a good
Christmas punch.

So do I, Inspector. So do I.

- Stop!
- Huh!

- Let go or I'll kill you.
- I very much doubt that.

Mr. Rankin said that
my husband was going broke.

That he was going
to put me in poverty.

- You hardly look poor.
- Giving away what's

rightfully mine to the
undeserving! I'd had enough!

Your husband was a cheat
and thief. But he had plenty

of money to live on and
plenty for you. I saw his books.

That's not what
Mr. Rankin said.

He played you like
an old piano, ma'am.

And made you an accessory
to two murders.

I had nothing to do
with Mr. Lynch's murder.

- I swear.
- Well then,

we'll have to settle for your
part in killing your husband.

You've caused
enough trouble, Mr. Rankin.

I don't suppose
you want to hear my side.

- Not particularly. No.
- You lied!

- Mrs. McGowan!
- Get her off me.

You told me he was broke!

- I lied.
- You lied!?

I helped you
kill my husband!

You wouldn't have done it
if you didn't want to.

You were just going to leave
me there, weren't you? You were

- never coming back for me.
- Why would I?

You were as bad as he was.
As all of them were.

- She's worse than I am.
- Oh, I doubt that. You tried

- to terrorize an entire city.
- A city overrun

with greed
and false cheer.

It deserved it.
You all deserve it.

And you wallow
in vice and depravity

and cruelty to your fellow man.
And dress yourselves up all

in false piety and reward
yourselves on Christmas Day.

I am Krampus,

and I hate all those
who celebrate Christmas.

I hate what
it stands for.

It's a holiday
for hypocrites

where the Godless
can pretend to be pious,

the greedy can
pretend to be generous.

People like me,
we end up with nothing.

You throw crumbs at our feet and
we're supposed to be grateful.

I hate it!

You know what?

- I feel sorry for you.
- And why's that?

You'd feel better if you
measured Christmas by what

you can give...
not what you can get.

At least you'll have a warm
Christmas Eve in the cells.

Be grateful for that.

Merry Christmas, Doctor.

Merry Christmas, Detective.

I imagine George will
be waiting by the tree.

- George?
- Where's is he?

I have no idea.

"Thank you for Christmas Eve.
Enjoy your morning.

Much appreciation.
George Crabtree."

Oranges.

Oh, lovely!

What is this?

A rib spreader!

Yours was getting
old and rusty.

Overuse, I imagine. Thank you.

And I had this made
especially for you.

- My hat?
- For the tree!

Oh! Thank you.

Shall we go
to the hospital?

In a moment.

Oh, you don't need that.

We should go.

How did you find a toy store
open so late on Christmas Eve?

- It wasn't exactly open.
- Wh--?

I broke in. I did leave
enough to cover the cost.

I'm gonna nip out
for a bit.

Oh, I highly doubt
the pubs are open today.

I'm not going to the pub. The
boys are on a bit of a mission

this morning;
I thought I'd pitch in.

I'll see you at lunchtime.

They're called incubators.

They will deliver
a safe, regulated heat.

My husband assures me they'll
work and save many lives.

- Thank you.
- Thank Miss Pickford.

- She is your champion.
- Anyone who helps us

- with our work is a champion.
- Thank you, Detective Murdoch

and Doctor Ogden.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. There ya go.

Merry Christmas.

Lads!

Ah, Sir! I thought you'd be
home with your family.

I'll have plenty of time
for my family later today.

Merry Christmas.

- Where's Higgins?
- The lure of Elsie McVie

- was too much.
- Ha ha!

Can't blame the lad for trying.

Thank you for coming,
Inspector. You know,

Christmas time is a special
time when we can all--

Jackson, enough.
I'm here, aren't I?

Indeed you are, Inspector.
Oh, who wants this big one?

It really is a special
time, isn't it?

Charitable donations,
doing something good.

It's as though
you can truly feel

the magic of --

Where did that came from?

Oh, I think I have an idea.

Do you now, Great Detective?

Oh, and I think
she needs arresting.

No! William.

- We're running low.
- I can see that.

Looks like the mighty
Higgins struck out.

Higgins! Best of the season.

- And to you, George.
- So Elsie McVie...

Spoken for
already, apparently.

- That's a shame, Henry.
- It's OK,

The camera provided
a more flattering picture

- than the reality.
- Ha ha ha! Well, come join us.

I will! But first,

there's someone I'd like
you to meet.

Surprise. Merry
Christmas, Georgie!

Aunt Azalia! Aunt Ivy!

- I thought --
- We pulled a fast one on you!

- Merry Christmas, Georgie.
- Sir!

- My aunts! They came!
- Yes, I see that!

Hello, ladies!

It appears we've
arrived too late.

Uh, yes sir, uh...

more children than
presents, I'm afraid.

What about those?

Good gracious. Where
did those come from?

Does it matter?

Ooh! Christmas
truly is here.

Aunt Azalia!

Alright, who doesn't
have a present yet?

- Here's a lovely one for you.
- There you go!

- There you go.
- Here's one for you.

Did you see that?

See what?

You saw him.
I know you did.

Merry Christmas!

♪ Joy to the world ♪

♪ The Lord is come ♪

♪ Let earth receive her King ♪

♪ Let every heart ♪

♪ Prepare him room ♪

♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪

- It's lovely!
- ♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ And heaven and heaven ♪

♪ And nature sing ♪

♪ 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 nature sing ♪

- ♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪
- ♪ And heaven, and heaven ♪

♪ And nature sing ♪