Once Upon a Time at Christmas (2017)

[bunniefuu]

How about you unlock this door.

And we can have the most

wonderful time of the year.

You're never getting

out of this jail cell.

You're playing hard to get.

You like the anticipation

before you get the presents.

Right?

How long do you think

it's gonna be

before daddy comes to get me?

Never.

See, we hit him.

And he's hurt.

And sooner or later,

he's gotta go get help,

and when he does,

he's gonna slip up.

And I'm gonna be there

to nail him.

The only place

that you two are going...

Is to the chair.

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Confirm 187

in woodridge mall parking lot.

Csu currently processing scene.

Sheriff Mitchell arriving now.

Here ya go, chief.

What is it?

It's an eggnog latte.

It's festive.

Okay, what've we got?

Dead guy.

Yeah, your years of police

training served you well then.

Well, we're calling in

for prints and fibers but...

Anything?

Kinda hard to get prints

in the snow.

- Car?

- Yep.

That's it, right over there

in the parking lot.

- Got the keys on him?

- No.

So do we have a cause of death?

Well, I'm not a doctor but...

There's the body.

And his head is that.

Jesus...

Is there anything else?

Actually, yeah. Dave!

Yes, deputy fullard?

Thanks.

Want me to run it up?

Yeah. See if we can pull

some DNA off this.

Hey, can you run

that up, please?

- Yes sir.

- Thanks.

Listen, sheriff,

what are you thinking?

Nothing good.

You're not really him.

There you are!

Tell me!

You seem to have the answers

for everything.

Why don't you do

what you always promised?

Don't punish me for working!

I got you everything!

What do you want?

What do you want me to do?

I never see you.

You're never home for dinner.

She waited for you

and I've had it!

If this is happening...

If this is what you want...

We should do what?

We need to tell her!

Hey, sweetheart.

Felt sure you were

never getting up.

Yeah, well, I decided

to grace you with my presence.

It's Christmas, after all.

I need to be moving.

Okay. Coming up to eight o'clock and

we're just getting a travel report...

woodridge mall, due

to a police investigation

in the mall parking lot...

What?

Doesn't matter.

Come on, you got something

to say, just say it.

This is bullshit.

- Jen!

- What?

I don't like that

kind of language.

Mom, what is this?

It's... complicated.

It's divorce, mom.

I know what it is.

- Frank and i...

- Frank?!

You've stopped

calling him dad already?

We feel that it would be easier

to just get through Christmas

- and then we can...

- Just split?

We all want a nice family

Christmas together.

Right? Insisting the mall is open, despite

the ongoing police investigation there.

We're only doing this

because we love you, sweetheart.

It's a lie, mom.

It's not even a good one.

I'm gonna be late.

Jennifer...

No Santa.

So I guess that means no work

for you too?

Guess so.

That's what I should ask Santa

for: All play and no work.

I have no idea what

i want for Christmas.

A boyfriend with a huge c*ck.

Hasn't he stiffed you

enough on that one?

A girl can dream, can't I?

Dream about what, babe?

About what i

really want for Christmas.

- Is it perfume?

- Yeah, it's perfume, Joe.

I thought you guys weren't doing the mall.

Well, Lancelot had to see his maiden.

You're so weird.

- Good weird?

- There is no good weird.

David's on his way up.

Hey, did you guys see the lot?

- No.

- Police everywhere.

- Why?

- Dead guy.

Who?

- No way.

- Yeah.

Probably got drunk

and broke his neck or something.

Holy sh*t!

Don't!

- Jen starts as an elf tomorrow.

- Sweet.

My mom thought it would

take my mind off things.

Hey, I thought that was my job.

Hey. What's happening?

Jen's impending job as an elf.

The kids love me.

They shouldn't.

The kids shouldn't love me?

No, no.

Not... not you, babe.

Christmas.

Why can't kids love Christmas?

- Yeah, man, what gives?

- They're being lied to.

Seems like a pretty

harmless lie.

Really? Sitting on some fat

guy's lap all day?

Sounds like a pedophile's

dream to me.

Please don't make Christmas anymore

depressing than it already is.

That's why we should totally

have our party on Christmas Eve!

- Party?

- Yeah. It's...

- It's called drum fest.

- Drum fest?

Yeah, it's a drumming competition

happening down at Phil's bar.

This is really lame.

I have training for

the swim meet that night.

Besides, we're not gonna get in.

You can miss one day

of training.

Phil is calling it

a private affair.

The bar's closed to anyone

who doesn't have a ticket.

But I don't have a ticket.

There aren't actually

any tickets.

He just wants to call it

a ticket-only affair.

That reminds me.

I need a lead groupie, you know,

just to tell me how great I am.

- How could a girl say no?

- Me, too.

You don't even play the drums.

Well, no, but I have a pretty

sick iTunes playlist

and maybe I'll let you

hear it if...

If what?

I lose my phone?

We're having an annual boyfriend

review on January 1st, Joe,

and you seriously

need to up your game.

Babe?

- She'll be back.

- Sure, man.

Sure.

You want me to close the mall?

Morning, Bob.

I'm considering it.

- Considering?

- Yeah.

Is the k*ller in the mall?

No.

Then why close it?

Bob, this is a serious situation

and I'm trying to prevent...

How long you been

in this town, sheriff?

Thirty years.

We like to keep things

simple here in woodridge.

Simply put,

a man's been m*rder*d.

Yeah, and I hope you catch

the son of a b*tch.

But we do not want

to start a panic now, do we?

So you want me

to conduct this manhunt

with one hand tied

behind my back?

I want you to do your job,

sheriff.

As always, Bob,

your leadership is inspiring.

Have a productive day, sheriff.

as*h*le.

Wrpt woodridge,

for all you couples looking

to have some hot fun

together tonight...

- Jesus.

- sh*t.

What, seems to be

the problem, officer?

Yeah, I'm looking

for "old romantic 1980."

Is that you?

What?

Yeah, man, we met online.

Chat room.

Are you serious?

No, dipshit.

I'm joking.

You two shouldn't be out here.

It ain't ill*gal.

What's that?

Call her parents?

What he means, sir, is we're

not doing anybody any harm.

And where do your parents

think you are?

It's Christmas.

You're a few days

out there, kid.

All right, look.

I'm heading out to mcdermott's

place, checking on a call.

I'll be about an hour.

Okay.

"So you'll be gone

when I get back," okay.

Okay.

Have a good evening, sir.

Yeah.

sh*t. That was close.

- Yeah.

- Think he's gone already?

- Give him a chance, Troy.

- Okay.

Maybe we should go.

You heard him.

He's gonna be back in an hour.

Come on, look, I'll let you

drive my car a bit.

It's your dad's car, Troy.

Well, I'll let you

play with my gears.

It's an automatic.

What was that?

- What?

- There was a noise.

- Babe, please.

- Don't, "babe, please" me.

I'm taking you on your word that you're not

still fully hung up on your ex-girlfriend.

- Jen?

- Yeah, Jen.

Sweetheart, she means

nothing to me.

There. Underneath the car.

It's probably just a raccoon.

Do you still wanna do this?

I don't know.

Babe, you're the only one for me.

There's nobody else.

Say more things like that.

The worst that could happen

is you get pregnant.

I'm on birth control, you moron.

Well, then what else

could go wrong?

I have no idea why I love you.

Baby, you...

sh*t!

Get us out of here!

It won't start.

There's no battery!

My god!

My god!

- Get out!

- My door is jammed!

No!

- Sheriff.

- Fullard.

It's a mess.

- Who?

- Two kids. Teenagers.

What happened?

Be a couple days before the

fire inspector gets back to us.

Kathy says you saw them before.

Called something in.

Didn't you recognize them?

They're just kids.

I... I don't know...

Come on, it's a small town.

Look, sheriff, I haven't

been here as long as...

Some people.

Anything back on the DNA?

Sent to the state

lab last night.

You know we're not gonna be

first priority though.

We might be.

You don't think this is

connected to that?

Completely different mos?

I don't know what

I'm thinking right now.

Only I was looking forward

to a quiet holiday season.

Still haven't done my shopping.

I don't two mur... three murders

dragging us into overtime.

Look, it might be a coincidence.

No such thing.

Who could that be?

Can I help you?

Mrs. frenchen?

Yes?

I'm in need of a good lawyer

and you came highly recommended.

Could you open the door?

I'm afraid I just

specialize in divorce.

Well, then you're exactly

the person I'm looking for.

You see, Santa, he told me he wouldn't

buy me a bear trap for Christmas.

I reckon that's grounds

for divorce, right?

You can come

by my office next week.

I'd be happy to take a look

at what you need.

I'm afraid there's a real bad time

limit on what i need you for.

Who are you?

Why, I'm Mrs.

Claus, of course.

Tell me what you think

about my elf hair.

So, Santa asked you

to sit on his lap?

Please. If that as*h*le

hits on me again,

I'm gonna pepper spray his a*s.

Is Lisa coming?

Swim practice.

That's dedication.

She's gonna be selected

for the olympic squad

and we're still gonna be

stuck here in this mall.

Speak for yourself. If they start

giving out gold medals for blow jobs...

I'm going to reicher's

bar later.

- Do you wanna come?

- You're not gonna get served.

Please! I have boobs.

Boys are dumb.

No debate here.

Hey, Jen, your break's finished.

Hey, Jen...

If you hate it so much,

why'd you come back?

It's either that or join in on my family's

awkward silences it's definitely happening then?

The divorce?

God, I hope so.

At least then we won't

have to play happy family.

What's that?

Joe and David wanted me

to hand these out.

Well, aren't you

a good girlfriend?

It's an annual tradition.

- Being a good girlfriend?

- I'm an amazing girlfriend.

He's so f*cking lucky.

And, no, the party is

an annual tradition.

It's a stupid tradition.

Says the girl who's

dressed like an elf.

Did you,

did you hear about Troy?

No.

He... died last night,

in an accident

with Michelle Weaver.

- My god.

- Yeah.

Did you guys...

Did you guys, like, do it?

No, we... we only went out

for, like, three weeks.

It's fine. In three weeks, i totally

would have f*cked him, like, 30 times.

Well, I didn't really

like him that much.

Who said anything

about liking him?

Well, what kind of accident?

- I don't really know.

- I hope his family's okay.

Confirmation from the fire

department on two dead.

Looks like it was deliberate.

Traces of gas have been

found at the scene.

What?

Come on.

Spit it out, fullard.

Manny was speaking

with the fire inspector.

It's early, but he thinks

it was deliberate.

Found traces

of gas on the ground

and the starter cables were cut.

sh*t.

It might not be related

to the Santa claus at the mall.

Come on.

What are you thinking?

Like a serial k*ller?

Hey, I don't want anyone speaking

those words out loud, you got it?

- Then what?

- I don't know.

Let's just take it easy

and compile evidence.

Better yet, a suspect list.

Wait, shouldn't they

have the same mo?

They do.

They're all dead.

Mayor's office called.

They're worried about

Christmas being ruined.

Kathy, can you get NYPD homicide

on the line, please?

He's been on line two

for five minutes.

You know he called you

the grinch?

You gotta be f*cking kidding me.

I got three murders in two nights and he's

worried about people not spending enough?

Kathy! Line two!

He hung up!

Okay, I'll get him back.

Hey, don't sh**t the messenger.

I think the mayor's just worried

that one of the victims is a voter.

Doesn't wanna lose too many.

Kathy! Get me the bureau!

Feds?

Yeah, we're out of our depth

on this one.

- What do you need?

- A drink.

I'm okay.

Told Joe to f*ck right off,

you know what I mean?

- My god!

- All right.

Cheers ladies!

Okay.

This one's totally going

on my Facebook wall.

Don't tag me.

My boyfriend thinks

I'm babysitting.

Yeah. My mom thinks

I'm studying.

Hey, beautiful lady!

- Hey, lady!

- God.

- Hey, sexy lady! Whoo!

- Great.

The last thing I want

right now is to be hit on.

Funny, that's the first

thing that I want.

Why don't we go to the sun house?

I have the key.

We'd have the whole place

to ourselves.

What's there?

More alcohol.

Hey, hot mama!

Sure.

Probably a small c*ck anyway.

I'm just gonna use the bathroom.

Let's not stay here alone.

Maybe we should have sacrificed

Courtney to those guys.

Remind me why

we're friends again?

Hello?

Are you okay?

Honey, honey.

Are you okay?

My god! My god!

Please, no!

No!

But baby, I wanna play!

Let's not be greedy,

Mrs. claus.

Four birds.

Four birds.

'Tis more than enough

for one day.

So, Santa claus?

And Mrs. claus?

Do you know why

they didn't hurt you?

One sec, okay?

Talk to me.

Four dead girls.

- Girls?

- Yeah, teenagers.

- Underage.

- sh*t.

She say anything?

Yeah, something about two freaks

dressed up as

Mr. and Mrs. claus.

At least the mayor's

gonna love that.

Never mind the press. We need

to start running with it.

Get as much as you can on them.

Mayor's on the line.

He wants to talk to you.

That was fast. Jesus.

Get on the horn, right now.

Get the mall to pull

their Santa claus off.

What?

Before some yahoo

blows his f*cking brains out.

No, we've got

media blackout on this.

Really?

Twitter and Facebook disagree.

Pigs.

Why don't we call

your parents now, okay?

Or I can.

Santa claus?

He's dressed as

f*cking Santa claus?

Yes.

God damn it.

I'm gonna put a curfew in place.

- Excuse me?

- A curfew.

There's no evidence these two

are related, is there?

With all due respect, Mr. mayor,

you're not a law

enforcement officer.

No, I'm the mayor, and somebody

has to run this town.

Do you have any idea what will

happen to Christmas sales

if you close that mall?

If people keep dying, there

won't be any customers left.

You get your a*s out there and

you find this guy and this girl

and you lock 'em up

and you throw away the key.

In the meantime,

you let me run this town.

- Bob! We have to come to...

- That's enough!

I was selected on a platform of decency

and promoting family values in woodridge.

These murders are

f*cking that image up.

Aren't you going to

a strip club this week?

Yeah, because I put money

in the local economy.

I support local business and I

get to see the voters up close.

Very close up, I'm sure.

Yeah.

I am particularly looking

forward to...

Seeing my niece.

Who's all grown up now.

Just starting at vixens.

Excuse me.

I have an investigation to run.

And I've got a town to run.

And you will not pull Santa

out of that mall.

You will double his security.

Is that clear?

Good.

Dispatch, this is unit 215.

The feds have arrived.

It looks like the cavalry

made it just before

the snow drifts

completely cut the roads off.

Copy that, 215.

I guess we'll have to make some

room in the office.

10-4.

- So how many?

- Seven.

The four girls, a young

couple, and Santa.

Missing a number.

Excuse me?

One, two and four.

sh*t, are you saying there could

be three more bodies out there?

It's highly possible.

Perhaps a remote

or isolated location.

Might just be that we

haven't found them yet.

These descriptions

of the K*llers are accurate?

They're accurate.

Those are from

the cctv last night.

Not saying they're

easy to swallow.

Okay, the lady.

We figure mid-twenties.

She's Mrs. claus, for lack

of a better explanation.

The guy? Well, Santa.

Is he as big as Santa?

About 30 to 40

years of age, we figure.

Ex-military?

Former cop?

Somebody who has the ability

to move quickly.

And take multiple victims down.

Yeah. This Mrs. claus

is just for show.

She's like,

letting off a stun grenade.

This guy's the real deal.

Okay.

Well, we can't release any information

on the k*ller to the press.

What?

If he doesn't know we're onto

him, he'll keep using the suit.

May be a good way to spot him.

So just look for a guy

in a Santa suit at Christmas?

To be honest, I don't think

this guy cares.

Why do you say that?

'Cause he let a girl

live to tell a tale.

He wants people to know.

You don't have to pander

to that.

Yeah, but that may make him keep k*lling

until he gets the recognition he wants.

Let's have a tight control on

information out to the public here.

This is a small town. Come on, guys.

People are talking already.

Either way, you need to find who

the victims were on the third day

because there seems to be

a piece of this puzzle missing.

- And we'll need your men on it.

- Great.

Go door to door if you have to.

- It's a big town.

- You said it was a small town.

I suggest you get every

available man on it.

Find out if anyone has gone

missing in the last few days.

I don't suppose you guys

want to lend a hand, do ya?

"Many hands make light work,"

isn't that what they say?

Between the training experience

myself and the other agents have,

us doing grunt work would

be a poor use of our time.

I'm sure your deputies

are more than capable.

We'll stay here

and review the evidence.

Okay, okay.

What else do you need?

How about a connection

between the victims.

We need to understand

how he's choosing them.

He's targeting them at night.

We know that much, at least.

Nah, there's something else.

They didn't know each other.

None of them did.

And I can't establish any other

connection between them.

Hey, hey. We're not here

to step on anyone's toes.

Neither am I! I'm just trying

to catch this f*cking guy!

Guys, the clock's ticking.

This guy's k*lling every day.

I'll double the patrols

at night.

The curfew'll go into effect.

Remember sheriff, you called us.

Klein.

Yeah, I'm at the frenchen

residence.

We've got three dead bodies.

Yup.

The mom, Mrs. frenchen,

the daughter...

And I found their dog as well.

I haven't touched anything.

Okay. I'll be here.

This is probably just another small

town nut looking for attention.

The sooner these cases stop

getting media coverage,

the sooner the crazies

will realize there's no point

in trying to get this type

of attention.

My money's on a lone g*nman.

I'm going with postal worker.

Postal worker would

have shot the place up.

f*ck, then maybe it

actually is Santa claus.

Is anyone betting on that?

If it was Santa claus, where did

he park his sleigh and reindeer?

Maybe he's gone green

and drives a prius?

My wife drives one of those.

Yeah? Can she account for

her whereabouts recently?

Yeah. I know where

yours has been.

I'm getting coffee. Anyone?

No, thanks.

Where the fire ripped through

the county snow plow yard

destroying nearly all of the

county's plows...

Hello?

Okay. Just stay there.

Don't touch anything.

I'm gonna get the guys.

Who are they?

Show me.

Three of them?

Right. We're on our way.

We're gonna...

Help me!

Woodridge is a town

gripped with fear.

With the latest m*ssacre

of five FBI agents,

there is now a feeling

amongst the residents

that the Sheriff Department is

overwhelmed by the situation,

prompting many people to leave

this town during the holiday.

After all, if the FBI

aren't safe, then who is?

Yes, I understand.

Certainly, certainly.

All right.

Whoever they were,

they move quick.

Agent klein managed to get off one

shot, so he may have been hit.

Well, we're checking the blood

now but, to be fair,

there's a lot of it,

so it's gonna take a while.

He's hit?

Possibly.

We've taken blood samples

from the deceased agents

and we're cross-matching that against

all the blood we found on the scene.

If there's anything extra, we know it's from

the perp and it's likely he's been hit.

Okay, fullard, let's get the bloodhounds

down here on the chance he's been hit.

He's local.

The feds have a net set up

around town, so he's here.

Also, Jim, he...

He removed their fingers.

Fingers?

Yep. From each

and everyone of them.

- Even the bird.

- The bird?

Bird. Yeah.

The woman.

Right. I keep

forgetting you're a brit.

Let's let the f*ck bleed

to death for this.

The same finger?

Yeah. The,

wedding band finger.

We're gonna need some more FBI

guys down here.

How is he picking them?

That's what I wanna know.

There's no way he could know which

agents the FBI would send there.

It's totally at random.

They could be from anywhere.

No, it's the opportunity.

Could've been these five.

Could've been the g*dd*mn

cleaning staff.

But he is escalating

the numbers.

Till he gets to how many?

Maybe the number doesn't matter.

Maybe they're getting close

to something.

Fullard, photograph all

the notes these guys had.

Maybe they were on to something.

Yeah, well, the press

is gonna want a release.

Yeah, yeah.

But if they were wanted

by the cops,

why risk everything

by coming back in here.

No, we were all out there.

All of us.

Hunting him down.

Streets would've

been full of cops.

But this place was quiet.

Exactly.

Anything else?

I'll let you know when I get

the results of the blood tests.

Happy hunting, Jim.

Thanks.

Yeah, there is actually

something else.

Farmer Peterson's raging mad.

About what?

Says his geese were k*lled.

Is this guy for real?

Take a f*cking number.

That's what I thought.

So what are you gonna do

about my geese?

I came out here, there they are.

What are you gonna do about it?

- Yeah. Mr. Peterson..

- That's your job.

Mr. Peterson, yeah... - what

are you gonna do about this?

I know how you came out and all

your geese were found dead...

No, not all my geese.

Are ya blind? Look.

There's six of them dead. Six.

Hey, did you say six?

Nice try, Joe!

as*h*le.

We're checking the cctv

from the mall,

but it looks like a lot

of cameras aren't working.

There's a lot of places to hide

inside there when the place is open

and a lot of exits

to slip out when it's closed.

But I've got men questioning all

the staff who were left in there.

Something will turn up.

We'll find this guy.

So, sheriff, what are you saying?

No one here's safe?

Look, Lucy, panicking is

exactly what this guy wants.

Well, who do the fingers

belong to?

That information is not releasable

to the public at the moment.

So you know?

Whatever the reason, this guy's

reaching out to your daughter.

Why would he?

What would he want with me?

I don't know.

The letter... do you

recognize the handwriting?

Why would we know him?

Lucy, I'm just asking.

Anything you know could help.

This is the first time he's

reached out to anyone by name.

We're looking for a connection

and Jennifer may be it.

Are you saying they're

targeting my family?

Do you know of anyone with a

grudge against you?

Particularly at Christmas?

- No.

- No.

I'm putting a unit on your house

and Jen till we catch him.

- Who is he?

- We don't know.

Do we know why he's doing this?

Not yet, but we're

getting closer.

He left Courtney alive.

Have you seen anything strange

in the last few days?

Phone calls?

No.

- What about the name?

- St. Nick?

I assumed it was just a bad

Santa claus joke.

Joke?

Yeah, sometimes

these K*llers like to...

Like to hide out in the open.

And it may be someone you know,

so don't go walking around alone

until we nab this creep

and his accomplice.

Jen, time's a factor here. Would you

be willing to do a polygraph test?

That's enough! This may be the quickest way to find

out if she knows anything that she hasn't said yet.

- I'm calling rihann frenchen.

- You can't, Lucy.

I can call a lawyer

anytime I want.

She's not even under arrest,

for Christ's sake.

She's the victim here.

You can't call rihann frenchen.

And why the hell not?

Because her whole family

has been m*rder*d.

We're leaving.

- Come on, Jennifer.

- We're not finished...

Come on!

That went well.

Yeah, keep an eye on them.

Well, you don't think

they're suspect?

No, but I got a connection now.

Jen worked at the grotto

at the mall.

First victim.

No, she hasn't worked there

long enough.

I've known Jen my whole life.

I don't think she's involved.

Then maybe someone

connected with her.

- Fullard?

- Yeah.

You with me here?

Yeah. Sorry, I just...

I think it's a weak connection.

Yeah but it's some connection.

The second victim, Troy,

her ex-boyfriend.

And now David frenchen's

daughter.

That's too much

coincidence for me.

Add to that the fact her best

friend, Courtney,

was the only girl left alive

at the bar attack.

Did you get my message?

No, I've been a little busy.

Farmer Peterson called.

- And?

- Geese have been poisoned.

Is this like the time the

government salted his corn

because he turned in

a ufo report?

Jim. There were six of them.

- Six?

- Yeah.

- Good.

- How's that good?

Could've been six dead bodies.

True.

- Did he see anything?

- No.

Hello?

Is someone there?

Front door, open.

Hello?

Mom?

Dad?

Whoever's there better

show themselves.

Courtney?

Hey.

Is it okay if I...

I didn't wanna be alone.

Even in daylight.

Yeah. It's okay.

You okay?

Aren't you working today?

Shopping mall's closed.

What is it?

Lisa.

She didn't come home last night.

Her parents are worried.

God.

- Did she call you?

- No.

- We have to stick together.

- Together?

Court, this psycho

is targeting everyone.

Jen, I was with four friends

in a busy bar

and that didn't stop anything.

- We have to do something.

- What?

Let's not wait to be a victim.

Okay. But... but how?

I don't know.

You saw these guys.

Maybe there's some connection

that we're not making

that not even

the sheriff can see.

Everyone so far has had a connection

with either me or my family.

Well, what do you wanna do?

I don't know.

What do we know about woodridge?

Woodridge.

It's just a sleepy town.

No, no, there's something,

i know there is.

- We should look into it.

- Are you sure?

I'm not gonna be a victim again.

Look, I can assure you we are doing

everything we can to catch the perpetrator.

While the manhunt and

investigation are still ongoing,

I can't give you any information

that would jeopardize that.

Deputy, what about the reports

of the missing girl?

Could it possibly be the work

of this crazed k*ller?

I can't comment on anything that

will compromise this investigation.

And you guys aren't making it any better

by trying to create panic out there.

Deputy, don't you think your inaction

may have cost them their lives?

Look, me and the team are

working around the clock...

didn't put a curfew in place.

The mayor is saying

it should have been

implemented the moment the

first body was found.

Did that come

out of the mayor's mouth?

Sure did.

Care to comment?

We'll see about that.

Don't... sheriff?

They're like jackals in there.

You got some f*cking nerve!

You useless sack of sh*t!

You've been nothing but a hindrance

in this entire investigation!

If I catch this as*h*le, you best hope I don't

try to indict your a*s for obstruction!

- Jim!

- You wouldn't dare.

- Try me.

- Jim!

I want you gone

by the end of the day!

- Listen, mayor...

- Can it!

Sheriff Mitchell

is relieved of his duties.

You are temporary sheriff.

And you have a drinking problem.

And it just will not do anymore.

I no longer have any faith in your

ability to perform your duties.

Now, I'm outta here.

I'm going to my son's bachelor party and

by the time I'm back, i want you gone!

Prick.

- No handcuffs.

- Okay.

Nice f*cking shot.

So...

So what happened

to Peterson today?

Something was vandalized.

Vandalized?

Yeah, some milking machines

or some sh*t like that.

Peterson's an as*h*le.

He's almost as popular as I am.

Come on, let's go get a coffee.

Yeah.

The sheriff's department has issued

an urgent plea to the public

for help with their

investigations into the killings.

If you have any information

you think may help,

contact woodridge pd

immediately.

What?

Lisa swan's parents

are freaking out, Jim.

Did we get a unit

over to the pool?

I went myself.

Turns out she was

the last one...

Turns out she was the last one there,

to do some extra swim practice,

which isn't unusual,

but then nothing.

Cctv?

Disabled.

Anything else?

Yeah, we found swans

in the pool.

- What?

- Little toy swans.

Good.

How's that good?

Could've been bodies, Sam.

Hey, what do you want me

to tell Lisa swan's parents?

Where did this come from?

Sam!

What?

Hey, does anybody else

know about this red box?

Jim, we should get

b*mb squad on this.

It's not his style.

What the hell is that?

I told you I'd

keep the mall open.

Hey, this is on me.

So do you want me

to be naughty or nice?

I've always liked naughty girls.

What do you want for Christmas?

I want you.

Unwrapped.

And I wanna find these crazies

that are k*lling our taxpayers.

Well, it's your lucky day.

Why is that?

Because Santa claus

is coming to town!

This is not gonna be good

for the local economy.

Have fun, baby!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

What the f*ck?

Dispatch. I need a unit right

away over to vixens strip club.

Multiple 1-8-7s.

It isn't... it's not live.

f*ck.

What do we do now?

Call the coroner.

Tell him to bring

a lot of body bags.

Jen, I don't know.

We've been at it for hours

and we still haven't

found anything.

- There's plenty of murders just...

- nothing this gruesome.

sh*t.

I don't know.

Have you tried searching

your parents?

My parents?

Yeah, I mean,

they're whiter than white,

but we all know our parents

are just as f*cked up as we are.

Hey, it's worth a shot.

Is that your mom?

Yeah.

Who's that guy?

A state of emergency has now been

declared in northeast New York

as a record nine feet of snow has

effectively buried some towns and roads.

St. Lawrence, Jefferson and Lewis counties

are still the most badly affected.

With many towns in Lewis now

completely inaccessible, even by air.

This, of course, means that residents

in the community of woodridge

are effectively on their own

trapped in extreme weather in this

town with the Christmas k*ller

still at large after

slaughtering five FBI agents.

With the weather not likely

to improve for several days,

it's difficult not to feel sorry

for those who are trapped...

There's a storm coming.

For Christ's sakes, fullard.

No need to get so melodramatic

about the whole issue.

I mean there's

an actual storm coming.

You know, bad weather, falling

trees, blizzards, et cetera?

I think that's really gonna

delay the new feds.

Great.

They get anything back from the

lab on the DNA for that apple?

Pear? No, we didn't really

pull anything off the swab.

Didn't get any fingerprints

that were any good either.

Say again?

I mean, like,

the swab wasn't very good.

And the fingerprints...

We don't have the kind of

database to do...

No, no, no, no.

Not that part.

Did you say pear?

- Yeah.

- I thought it was an apple.

Well, so did I, but it's a pear.

Why?

Pear?

Pear... pear tree.

- What was his name?

- Who?

The mall Santa... the guy...

The Santa at the mall.

- Come on, come on.

- I got it. Got it here.

Come on.

- James.

- James? James what?

- Partridge.

- Ja...

Wake everybody up.

I've got it.

Got what?

How the son of a b*tch

is targeting people.

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Sheriff, they're, coming in

but the storm... Yeah, yeah.

We've been looking

at this all wrong.

We've been expecting the number

of murders to match the day,

with a link to Jennifer

and her family.

But there's more to it than that.

Sheriff, what are you talking about?

"On the first day of Christmas,

my true love gave to me...

- "A partridge in a pear tree."

- sh*t.

"On the second day of Christmas,

my true love gave to me,

two turtle doves."

Turtle dove point.

"Three French hens"...

The frenchens.

Three of them.

What is it?

The song. I can't remember the...

the...

- The lines...

- "Four calling birds."

"Four calling birds."

"Birds," the British term

for girls.

Four birds. Four women.

Which is why they left

Courtney alive.

f*ck!

"Five golden rings."

The FBI guys.

- Peterson's geese!

- "Six geese a-laying."

"Seven swans a-swimming."

Then something doesn't match up

here, 'cause last I checked,

we didn't have eight

milk maids k*lled.

No, I'm wrong.

Peterson's farm.

There's a spot at the back.

Eight milk maid machines.

Completely destroyed.

Umm... "Nine ladies dancing!"

The strippers at the ViXen club.

"Ten lords a leaping."

The mayor's son's bachelor party.

Ten of them dead.

This is good, good, good. Umm...

It's not over yet though, Jim.

There's twelve days

of Christmas.

There's still two lines left

in that song.

Yeah, I know.

But he's local.

- He has to be.

- Yeah but how can you be sure?

Peterson's geese.

Swans in a swimming pool,

five FBI agents show up for

their fingers to be hacked off.

Yeah. He's local.

Or he knows somebody who is.

You have to have access

to Peterson's farm

to get in twice

without being spotted.

Which is right next

to Jen's old house.

The swimming pool is...

I'll be right back, sheriff.

I gotta check something.

Yeah, yeah. The swimming pool...

Swimming pool... swimming pool.

Kathy!

Let's get some

Christmas music in here.

Did he just say Christmas music?

Front door, open.

Hey! Have you eaten yet?

Jen?

Who's sergeant Nicholas Conway?

God.

Mom?

You know that frank and i

love you very much.

Mom, I need to know.

What is this?

When I was younger...

Before I met your... frank...

I was married.

To who?

Nick Conway.

He was a very popular guy and...

He was in the British military.

Handsome.

He...

He came back from the Gulf w*r.

Kosovo, places I've never

even heard of and...

He changed, Jen. He...

He became... mean.

Nasty.

I was terrified.

I...

I tried to make

a happy life with him.

He used to say he was like

a b*llet in a chamber

and the trigger had been pulled.

What did he do?

On Christmas Eve...

He...

He attacked me.

- Tried to m*rder me.

- God.

- He came at me with a knife.

- Jesus!

The police...

They arrested him.

I- i had to leave him.

Mom?

I'm sorry.

I divorced him.

And Mrs. frenchen?

She represented you.

That's why you always refer

to her as your lawyer

even though she only did

divorce cases?

That's right.

And this happened

at Christmas, didn't it?

Served divorce papers

on Christmas day.

He said that I had

broken up the family.

Christ!

He went off the deep end.

They, took him to a mental

institution to get help.

And he escaped?

No. That's just it.

The mental institution burned

down three years ago.

Nick Conway died.

- At least I...

- You thought he died?

They found all of his teeth

in the ashes.

I mean, they wrote a death

certificate

based on all of his teeth

and a burnt corpse.

Well, clearly,

he didn't die, mom.

He's out!

He's out.

Wait...

That's not it, is it?

I'm sorry, Jen.

I should've told you the truth.

What truth?

Wait...

You said he said you'd

broken up the family.

But if it were just

the two of you,

that's not a family,

that's a marriage.

God.

When I left him...

- I was pregnant.

- No.

- Nick Conway is...

- No!

I'm sorry, Jen.

I should've told you sooner.

So my biological father

is a raving lunatic?!

Jen, you're not your father's daughter!

You're nothing like him!

He's k*lling people, mom,

so what does he want?!

If he wants the same thing

as when he was committed,

he wants us

to be a family again.

Well, clearly we're not that

dissimilar after all.

Front door, open.

Why didn't you say anything?

You know why.

He's dead.

Then there's no harm

in telling anyone,

if that's what you believe.

He's dead.

They found all his teeth.

Was it conclusive?

They found enough teeth and blood for the

coroner to say his death was very probable.

Probable.

Lucy, they never found a body.

Sam, please.

Do you think I wanted to believe

this sh*t is happening?

Last time I saw this guy

in action he k*lled...

He k*lled my best friend

in cold blood for no reason.

I know.

We just put all this stuff

behind us.

Does frank know?

- What would I tell him?

- The truth, Lucy.

It's not your fault

this guy lost his mind.

And what would I tell Jen?

That her father's a psychopath?

At least she'd be prepared.

For this?

It could be him.

He's dead.

If that's what you believe,

then why not tell the sheriff?

Because...

I'm not so sure i believe that.

- You should tell the sheriff.

- No!

- Why?

- Think of Jennifer.

I am thinking of Jennifer!

If it is Nick Conway...

Then we know exactly what direction

that attack is gonna come from

and that's more than we've

got to go on right now.

There was a girl with him,

too, right?

Yeah.

But we don't know

who she is yet.

I might.

What?

How?

If it is him...

Then the girl could be

the only other body

that was unaccounted for

in the wreckage.

Who is she?

Criminally insane and guilty

- of three counts of m*rder.

- Jesus, Lucy.

All right.

I have to go

check something out.

There's a patrol car outside.

Got nothing to worry about.

Sam, I've messed it all up.

Not yet.

We still got time

to get through this.

Wait here.

Wait by the phone.

The change in the storm front

over northeast New York

means the roads could be

accessible in the next 24 hours,

but after yet another m*ssacre,

one has to wonder

for the residents of woodridge,

will 24 hours be too late?

Woodridge police department.

Leave a message after the tone.

Hi, sheriff.

It's Lucy, Jen's mom.

Listen.

I think I know who's been

doing all of this.

I think it's Jen's

biological father.

And she didn't know and

she's out there all alone...

Frank?

The phone's gone dead.

The storm probably took out

the local cell phone tower.

Front door, open.

God.

Jen?

Hello?

Frank?!

Front door, open.

Frank?!

Merry Christmas, sweetheart!

Frank!

Frank!

No, no, no.

Frank isn't joining us

for the rest of his life.

You need a new husband!

Please, Nick.

I'm just kidding!

I'm not gonna hurt you,

sweetheart.

You're the mother of my child!

What do you want?

Well, just to get the family

back together over the holidays!

Hey! There she is!

All we're missing is mistletoe!

You...

Are gonna love what

i got you for Christmas.

Is it a bear trap?

Well, why don't we wait and see?

Let's get frank down here

and get this party started!

Still nothing?

No.

Let's just try and

enjoy this night, okay?

Yeah, it's okay, Jen.

Nothing to worry about.

Dispatch to 3-9-2.

Please check in.

3- 9-2, this is dispatch.

Check in, please.

3- 9-2, come in.

Bobby, you there?

Sheriff, pipers piping.

- Dispatch to 2-7-4.

- Copy that.

2- 7-4, please proceed to mount

drive and check on officer Davies.

We just got a message

from the house,

but the phone line is now dead

and Davies isn't checking in.

Understood.

"'Twas the night before Christmas,

when all through the house."

Not a creature was stirring,

not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung

by the chimney with care,

in the hopes that Saint

Nicholas would soon be there.

The children were nestled,

all snug in their beds,

"while visions of sugar plums

danced in their heads."

Ten, nine, eight...

"And mamma in her

handkerchief and I in my cap,

had just settled our brains

for a long winter's nap."

Seven, six...

"When out on the lawn

there rose such a clatter,"

I sprang from the bed

to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew

like a flash,

tore open the shutters

and threw out the sash.

The moon on the breast

of the new fallen snow,

gave the luster of mid-day

to the objects below.

When what to my wandering eye

should appear,

"but a miniature sleigh

and eight tiny reindeer."

Five, four...

"With a little old driver,

so lively and quick,"

I knew in a moment,

it must be Saint Nick.

He spoke not a word,

but went straight to his work

and filled all the stockings

and then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger

aside of his nose,

"and giving a nod,

up the chimney he rose."

Three, two...

"He sprung to his sleigh

and to his team gave a whistle,"

and away they all flew,

like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim

as he drove out of sight,

'happy Christmas to all,

"and to all,

a bloody good night!'"

one! Merry Christmas!

Mom?

Lisa?

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Now... who's been naughty?

Holy sh*t!

Joe!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Lucy?

- She's not here.

Why would he take her?

Eleventh day.

This is the twelfth.

"Twelve drummers drumming."

"Twelve drummers... drumming."

sh*t!

- They k*lled Joe.

- We need to move.

We're not leaving

without mom and Lisa.

No, we're all

getting outta here.

- David.

- I'm not leaving you!

They can't take the person

i love away from me.

I'm gonna try to

draw them outside.

Courtney, no.

We can't be victims again, Jen.

Hey! Jingle wh*re!

You want some?

Well, come get some!

I'm coming too!

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

Come on!

We have to go! Please!

Come on, get up!

I can't move!

Come on! We need to get out...

f*ck you! Go to hell!

I like a girl with some spunk!

- No! No! No!

- Stop!

There she is.

Let them go.

- Go!

- Hey! Get away from her...

Stop!

Please.

No one else.

What father could ignore the pleas

of his beautiful baby girl?

If you let them go,

you can take me.

Ha!

There's the Christmas spirit

i been looking for.

Please.

Look at you.

All grown up.

My beautiful baby girl.

You turned into a full-blown

true blue hero.

I'm not a hero.

Neither am I.

But that's what they call you

when you k*ll for uncle Sam.

Don't worry, I didn't k*ll

anybody that cared about Christmas,

and that applies

to the people here, too.

But you... you could be

the real deal.

A true hero

and not even know it.

I could never k*ll anyone.

We'll see.

Because you and i

are gonna play a game.

And then we'll see how far

the apple falls from the tree.

You like it?

It's an ied.

Absolutely amazing what you can buy

at a hardware store these days.

Why are you doing this?

For your protection.

From what?

From people that don't

believe in anything.

You could do better

than that, Jennifer.

You gotta fight

for what's right!

No, you know what

you have to do?

You've got to k*ll

for what's right.

And I know you can.

You only let the light

to show the way.

- Me?

- Yeah.

Because you and I...

We're the same.

You and me, kiddo.

And I got you a brand new mommy.

You're gonna love her.

Come on, get some!

Yummy.

I'm not gonna love her or you.

And don't pretend you love me,

because you would never

k*ll my friend if you did.

How dare you!

Love never dies, Jennifer.

They're gonna catch you

and they're gonna k*ll you.

No. No, baby.

No, they're not.

But you know what?

If you want me dead...

Here, all you have to do is

do it yourself.

- What?

- There you go.

There you go, baby.

The power's in your hands.

Just pull the trigger.

Go for it.

Pull the trigger.

I can't k*ll anyone.

Maybe you have to.

Cause if you don't,

i might pull this trigger.

And you wanna guess

what that does?

Now, be a good girl

and put the g*n up

or I might blow mom away.

Attagirl.

Raise it up.

Come on. Come on.

That's it.

Come on. Come on.

That's it. Go!

Come on!

Come on baby girl.

That's it.

Come on. Do it!

You see?

You and I are not

all that dissimilar.

You only lack the motivation.

Get away from her.

You're insane!

Call me dad.

Hey, look.

Hold it tight.

Hold it tight.

There we go.

Or you'll k*ll all of us.

Do you love her?

What?

It's Christmas, David!

Do... you... love her?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

That's nice, isn't it?

Every father wants to hear that

his little baby girl is loved.

They really do.

You know what the only problem

with it all is?

He doesn't ever really want

to hear it from another guy.

Well.

Don't you f*cking move!

- Where is he?

- f*ck you!

- Call for backup!

- Sheriff, we don't have time for that.

We don't have time to wait.

Call it in!

We've got one suspect

in custody.

I need backup and emr right now

immediately down to Phil's bar.

We have company, Jennifer.

Okay, listen, baby.

I'm gonna make things real

interesting, 'cause time is short.

In ten seconds, both of those

ied vests are gonna explode.

But, you can pick

who lives and who dies.

- Eight seconds.

- I can't.

Of course you can. If you do nothing,

both will die. Where's the sense in that?

- No!

- Come on.

Four, three, two...

You see?

There you are.

Yes. You can k*ll.

Attagirl.

You can k*ll.

You just need

the right motivation.

When someone takes something

from you that you love,

you'll k*ll to protect it.

Just. Like. Me.

You're safe now, Jennifer.

We got it from here.

Don't you listen to him.

You're not safe.

He's just gonna lock me up

and I'll escape

and then I'll find you...

Both of you!

So what's my baby girl gonna do?

Close your eyes.

No!

It was a stun grenade.

You're safe. You're safe.

He's gone.

The horrific Christmas killings that

rocked the sleepy town of woodridge

came to a terrifying

conclusion this morning,

with an early hours m*ssacre

at an event in Phil's bar,

the main drinking establishment

in this now infamous town.

A series of bizarre murders

and vandalism that crescendoed

over the last 12 days finally cl*max with a

deadly as*ault on the patrons of a music event.

Details are still emerging, but we do know

that so many people were k*lled and injured,

that extra emergency personnel had to be

brought in from neighboring counties,

with victims still being taken

to hospital well into daylight.

One suspect is believed to be in

police custody while the other,

army veteran, Nick Conway,

is still at large.

Local police chief, sheriff

Mitchell, issued a warning

to the public not

to approach Conway,

but to instead call 911

immediately,

as he's still considered

extremely dangerous.

It's doubtful that the residents

of this small town

will be able

to forget what happened

over these terrifying

12 days of Christmas.

How about you unlock this door?

And we can have the most

wonderful time of the year.

You're never getting

out of this jail cell.

You're playing hard to get.

You like the anticipation...

Before you get the presents.

Right?

How long do you think it's gonna

be before daddy comes to get me?

Never.

See, we hit him, and he's hurt.

And sooner or later,

he's gotta go get help

and when he does

he's gonna slip up.

And I'm gonna be there

to nail him.

The only place that you two are

going...

Is to the chair.

You're gonna pay

for everything you did.

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