Christmas Crime Story Page #5

telling me that.

- Telling you what?

- Never mind.

- Okay.

I'll be damned if

I'm gonna let Santa

walk into my diner

on Christmas Eve

looking like he just got a

lump of coal in his stocking.

- It's really not necessary.

- Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

I'll leave you to do that.

- Yeah.

- Where are you?

- I just had

to make a quick stop.

- You're not at the?

Randy?

- No.

No, of course not.

- You swear?

- I am not drinking.

I swear on my goddamn life,

I swear on Abby's life.

- Randy, don't blaspheme,

you know better.

- I know, I know, I'm sorry.

- How did it go with Barrett?

- Well, I

mean, best case scenario

I'm gonna be the Easter Bunny.

- April?

- Yeah,

last time I checked.

- So?

- So, I'm trying.

It's gonna take some time.

- Then try harder.

- Kasey, I know, okay?

Look, I'll be home soon, okay?

- All right, bye.

- My condolences.

That sounded rough.

- Yeah, I bet.

- Hey, it's Christmas.

Everybody is miserable

at Christmas.

- Tell me about it.

You're welcome.

- Mommy, can I talk to Daddy?

- Sure, baby.

- Yeah.

- It's me again.

- Yeah, what's up?

- Abby wants

to talk to you.

- Just tell her I'll

be home in a few.

Kasey?

- Hi, Daddy.

- Oh, hey, kiddo.

Merry almost Christmas.

- When are you coming home?

- I'll be home in a little bit.

- Can you come home now?

- Oh, you know what,

honey, I can't right now.

I got something

I gotta do first.

- After?

- Yeah, definitely, definitely.

So, you excited

for Santa to come?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

You think he's gonna

bring you something good?

- I don't think so.

- Oh, why not?

You've been a good girl

all year, haven't you?

- Does Santa ever bring money?

- Money?

Why would you want money

over some awesome toys?

I mean, that's just

nonsense, baby.

- I want money so

we can pay doctors

so they can make me all better.

- Abby, I want you to listen

to me very carefully, okay?

Your mommy and me, we got

all that worked out, okay?

I mean, you don't have to

worry about any of that.

Whatever it takes, we're

gonna take care of you,

you hear me?

Whatever it takes.

Now, what do you wanna do

about supper tonight, mm?

We can go anywhere

you want, anywhere.

- Maggie's, I want

mashed potatoes.

- Mashed potatoes,

yes, then that's it,

that's what we'll

do, Maggie's, yeah.

Hey, honey, will you put

your mom back on, please?

- Okay, Daddy.

- Yeah.

- What the hell was that about?

- Gimme one sec, okay?

Honey, why don't you

go get ready, okay?

So we can leave.

- Kase?

- Yeah, I'm here.

- How does she know about that?

- I don't know,

she must have overheard us

at the appointment today.

- But you

reassured her, right?

- Yep, I lied.

- Hey, hey, it's not

lying, you hear me?

It's not lying, everything

is gonna be okay.

- How can you say that?

- Okay,

just hang on a second.

Let me get off the road.

Okay, there we go.

But listen, I mean it,

everything's gonna fine.

- Fine?

We don't have money coming

in for months, Randy.

- Look, there's still a

lot of places out there

that are hiring.

- As a burger flipper

making two bucks an hour?

- As opposed to what, huh?

You think I was rolling in

cash playing Santa for a month?

- Well, no.

Where are you now?

- Just outside

some liquor store.

- What?

What the hell are

you doing there?

- I think I got a way

for us to get some money

for Abby's treatment.

I just gotta make it

through the holidays

and we can talk

about it later, okay?

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- All right.

Are you gonna meet us there?

- At Maggie's, yeah.

I'll be there in

10 or 15 minutes.

- All right.

I love you.

Bye.

- Hey.

- Drop the weapon!

- Down now!

- Drop the weapon!

Put your hands up!

- Hands up!

- Let me see your hands!

Let me see your hands!

Hands behind your head!

- Hey, hey, it wasn't me.

- Watch the gun.

- It's not mine,

there was a guy.

- Yeah, yeah,

right, shut the hell up.

- No, I'm telling

you, there was a guy.

He was robbing the store.

- Yes, there is, yes, he was.

Hand behind your

back, there we go.

Hold right there,

don't you f***ing move.

All right, you got the gun?

- Got it.

- Good, stand up.

- It wasn't me.

- You got a name?

- Yeah, Randall.

Randall Edwards, but

you got the wrong guy.

I swear I wasn't robbing

the goddamn store.

- Yeah, just like it

wasn't your goddamn gun.

- It's not, I don't

even believe in them.

Listen to me, there was a guy

who tear-assed outta here,

and I heard three shots.

- Watch your head.

- Listen to me.

There was one, and then

there was two back to back

and then he came

out and took off

and then you guys showed up.

- You got a description

of this guy?

- Yeah, he's a white

guy, kinda young,

and he's wearing

a Santa suit also.

- So you're saying that

two guys in Santa suits

just happened to be at the

same store at the same time?

- It's Christmas.

- Look, Randall, you're under

arrest for armed robbery.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used--

- Just stop.

- Excuse me?

- Don't bother, man.

- So, let's be clear.

You're waiving your

Miranda rights, right?

- Yeah, just please stop.

- Okay, Randy, listen,

if we dust that gun,

whose prints are

gonna come back?

- Mine, let me explain.

He came out of the

store and dropped it.

I accidentally picked it up.

- You accidentally picked it up?

Get the f*** outta here.

You know, if you

make this easy on me,

I'll make it easy on you.

- James.

- Yeah.

- Clerk's down.

She's already gone,

I called it in.

- You get a name?

- Heather Harrington.

- Was that you, Randy?

I got an alarm, I got a

gun, I got a dead woman,

and I got you, look

at me, goddammit!

And you're telling me this

was some other Santa Claus

and some astrological event

happened or something like that.

You wanna try me again, Randy?

- Don't call me Randy.

- All right, whatever.

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- How's your day?

- Interesting.

- Ha.

- Where's Homicide?

- They're dragging ass as usual.

So, here's what we got:

Santa Claus there

is your trigger man.

his real name is

Randall Edwards.

The clerk is, was Heather

Harrington, she's DOA.

Ambulance is in route, there's

no sign of the money yet

and this one was a silent alarm.

- Just another

Christmas Eve, huh?

- Bad day?

- Huh?

- Normally, when I get

guys in here on Christmas,

it's not 'cause they're

having a good day,

you know what I mean?

- Yeah, yeah, just

one of those days.

- Maybe you're looking

for a little pick-me-up?

Not like that, you perv.

- No, no, I'm okay.

- Come on, it's on me.

Unless you wanna keep

being a sad sack,

but to tell you the truth,

I'm gonna try and polish

off this bottle myself, so.

Don't even worry about it,

it hasn't worked in years.

You're not much of

a drinker, are you?

- Not really.

- The second one always

goes down easier.

Is that your girlfriend?

- How'd you know?

- Don't you know?

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