Get Santa
- PG
- Year:
- 2014
- 102 min
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# Riding down Santa Claus Lane
#Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer
# Are pulling on the reins...
Just two
shopping days left till Christmas
in the centre of town.
Victoria Embankment is moving
smoothly in both directions.
There does seem to be some sort
of hold up over Tower Bridge.
I can see queues
on all approaches to it.
There appears to be livestock.
No... It's reindeer.
Reindeer! I repeat, reindeer,
running wild over Tower Bridge.
# He's got a bag that is filled with toys
for the boys and girls again
# Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle
# What a beautiful sight
# Jump in bed, cover up your head
# Cos Santa Claus comes tonight
Tonight
Happy Days...
A surprising story today.
We have reports of reindeer
running loose on the streets of London.
# Riding down Santa Claus Lane
# He doesn't care
if you're rich or poor, boy
# He loves you just the same
we're God's children... #
Right...
Mobile phone.
One Rubik's cube.
Oh... Unsolved.
And one set of car keys.
Sign there.
- That your Tom, is it?
- Yeah, that was him two years ago.
- Well, let's hope not.
More now
on our top story
on the streets of London.
There have been sightings
as far west as Ealing Broadway.
No-one knows where they came from,
so let's just hope
they're not Santa's reindeer,
or there'll be a lot of disappointed
children this Christmas.
Hey, quick! We have to stop the train!
There are people on board!
- We can't. The brakes have failed.
- Well, we have to.
There's an old lady
stuck in the back seat!
An old lady? Oh, no!
But don't worry, she just made it out.
No, the old lady got really
mangled up. She's in a mess.
An old lady? Really?
Ah! My legs! I can't feel my legs!
Ah, but fortunately
there's an ambulance nearby.
Nee-nah! Nee-nah!
And it saves the old lady's life.
No, she's dead. She had a big cut
on her leg and bled out.
Well, I hope all this death
and destruction's making you hungry.
- Hello?
Hello. It's me.
Hang on.
Come on, Tom,
let's play something else.
- Are you out?
I'm out.
- I'm pleased for you.
- Yeah, I'm pleased for me too.
- How are you?
- I'm good.
Uh, so, listen, I was just wondering
if I could pop by later
and see Tom, if that's all right?
- No, today's not a good day.
- Ah, come on, Ali.
You can't just change the plans cos you
have something better to do tomorrow.
No, I haven't got anything better to do.
Well, we'll see you then. I've gotta go.
All right. Thank... Thank you.
Was that Dad?
- Yeah, that was Steve.
- Why didn't you let him come over?
Because you'll have more time
with him tomorrow.
- What if he doesn't come tomorrow?
- He will.
He won't if you're being horrible to him.
Tom...
Just try and give him
the benefit of the doubt.
I'm just scared he's gonna build Tom up
with promises and then let him down.
Everybody
deserves a second chance.
Steve's had about 12.
I know.
Let's just try and have
a nice Christmas.
Don't you like the fly?
Will you have a little grub?
Come in.
Mr Anderson, do take a seat.
No? Don't want a fly?
- Mince pie?
- Er, no, thank you.
Do you understand what my job is?
Yeah, it's to make sure that I don't
fall back into a life of crime.
Yeah. Hmm. It's also
to catch you when you do.
- And I will catch you.
- I'm not gonna do anything wrong.
- I'm sure you hear that all the time.
- All the time.
- But this time it's true.
- But this time it's true.
I want you, for the next two months,
to come to this office
every day at 5:
00, startingtomorrow, excluding Christmas Day.
Is that clear?
Miss an appointment
and I'll assume you're stealing,
and I'll send you back to prison.
Er, just for the record, I wasn't actually
at the stealing end of the business.
- I was the getaway driver.
- Oh.
That's right.
You were the getaway driver...
Who didn't get away.
Is there any reason
why you are still here?
No.
Hello?
Hello!
My letter.
Argh!
Oh!
Oh! Ooh!
Ooh, ooh! Ahhh!
Ho, ho, ho!
I've been old for a thousand years
and I'm not getting any younger.
- Are you the real Santa?
- Why, yes!
Shouldn't you be in Lapland,
sorting out everyone's toys?
Sorting out toys, working out
flight paths, feeding reindeer.
Loading, stowing, stacking,
labeling, cladding,
packing, ribboning, wrapping,
and that's before I even think about
turning the Northern Lights on.
Arcs,
but more like curtains of... Of green.
#doesn't look to me like
it's cascading down.
#looks like it's rising
up from the ground.
- Hello?
Hello.
Tom?
I can't talk loudly or Mum will hear.
Hello, mate. How are you?
How are you doing?
Santa's in the garage.
What?
TQM". He says that
we've got to help him get home.
- He says he knows you.
- Are you in the garage with a man?
No, I'm in the house.
Santa's in the garage.
OK, Tom,
can you put your mum on, please?
No, I can't.
Santa says it has to be you.
Tom, listen to me...
He's crashed his sleigh, lost his
reindeer, and if we don't help him...
- Tom, go and get your mother. Please.
- No. I'm going back to the garage.
- Santa wants to show me his plan.
- Tom.
Torn.
I'm worried about the reindeer.
It's only natural.
Prancer is the oldest... Steve!
Who the hell are you?
- What are you doing?
- Who are you?
- You know who I am.
- I what?
- You know who I am.
- I haven't got a clue who you are.
He's Santa!
OK, just so we're clear, the only
reason I haven't knocked your block off
is because of him, so whatever
your reason is for being here now
it better be a good one.
I was running in my new sleigh.
I came in too low, hit a telephone wire,
got thrown off and hit my head.
Tom?
He's lost his reindeer, and if he doesn't
get to Lapland, Christmas is off.
All right, Tom.
When your father was your age,
he saw me.
- What are you talking about?
- It was Christmas Eve.
You saw a shooting star
racing across the heavens.
- That was me.
- Tom?
- Tom, are you in there?
- We need to help him, Steve.
- Tom, who are you talking to?
- Go on, you get out of here.
- And don't you ever come back.
- Bye, Tom. Don't worry.
Tom, inside.
- Steve.
- Toby.
It's... It's Tony.
What is it, T?
It's nothing.
It's just a cat.
Ooh!
Hello, boys.
Oh...
Ooh.
Ooh! Ooh, ooh.
Ooh! Ooh!
Ooh!
"Oh!
Shh. Shh! It's me.
There you are. You're all here.
Thank goodness.
Antlers up. Who wants to go home?
All of you? Right, leave it to me.
Now, if I can just get them airborne...
Toe tap right, toe tap left.
Swing the arms. Four more...
MAN ON W". This is the scene
from Sydney, Australia,
where Christmas Eve begins
just like any other day.
Big steps, count four.
Yesterday
we told you about
reindeer running over Tower Bridge,
and now this festive story
has taken another mysterious twist.
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