Get Santa Page #5

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- He didn't do anything wrong.

Look, you must tell me where you are.

No.

STEVE". Hiya.

Please, bring him home.

Alison, you really need to

just trust me on this one, OK?

Hello, Steve. This is Ruth.

Yes, I just wanted

to make you aware

that the only thing right now

between you and prison is me.

This is your last chance.

Mummy! Mummy, look!

I said to you, I said to you

just stay in the field, didn't I?

It's OK, everyone.

It's just part of the show. Come on.

Torn, go in the theater.

Go in the theater.

Dad, what's going on?

Dad, what are we doing?

All right, mate?

# I'm coming out

# I want the world to know

#Got to let it show

# I'm coming out

# I want the world to know

#Got to let it show

When I discovered

that they were smuggling a reindeer,

that's when the driver attacked me.

NEWSCASTER ON W".

Police are now searching for this man,

thought to be accompanied by his son

and a stolen reindeer.

# This time around

#I am gonna do it

#Like you never knew it

#Oh, I'll make it through

# The time has come for me

#To break out of this shell

#1 have to shout

# That I am coming out

# I'm coming out

# I want the world to know

Hermey's Tower, Suffolk?

The reindeer goes in the back.

# I'm coming out

# I want the world to know

#Got to let it show

Dad, what's the latest we can get Santa

and still save Christmas?

I've put 11:
00. Is that OK?

Um, can we talk about it later?

Hmm.

# I'm coming

# I'm coming out

# Coming... #

FC, come and taste this.

- What is it?

- Magic trifle.

Magic trifle!

Ohh.

It's horrible. What's in it?

Prison-made alcohol.

- Not to your liking?

No, no.

Then I'll definitely swerve the cookies.

What on earth are you wearing?

What do you mean, what am I wearing?

I'm Santa's little helper.

In more ways than one.

Stay close to him, cos he's

your insurance policy out of here.

- What do you think of the costume?

Terrible.

The cuffs are wrong, collar's wrong

and the hat's completely wrong.

Peter Pan.

This is it.

Hermey's Tower.

Tom, will you just wait, please?

I can wait too, if you like.

Erm, no, we'll be all right from here.

Thanks very much, though.

You know,

I was the same after my divorce.

Trying to do too much

to make things right.

It's OK.

Sometimes it's better to listen

to your heart more than to your head.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

WOMAN".

Where do you think he's heading?

We're currently looking into whether

he has any friends or family in Suffolk.

Would you like my take?

Well, I can't help but feel

we're gonna get it.

I just received a phone call

from Lambeth Prison.

Steve broke his parole conditions

and paid a visit to this man.

I did a little research.

This picture is 20 years old.

A friend of mine from the Yard

just sent it over.

He looks the same age.

His name is Harry Mitchell.

He was arrested Christmas '92

for trying to climb down

someone's chimney.

Well, he's mad,

obsessed with Christmas.

So what?

He escaped out of the police vehicle

on the way from court.

They still don't know how he did it.

It would appear he's something

of an escape artist.

I just rang the governor at Lambeth

to let him know.

- What's going on?

- Come on, Harry,

- you're coming with us.

- We're having a Christmas party.

- Where are you taking me?

- Back to your cell.

But there are children

waiting to see me.

We're just running a few checks, Harry.

That's all.

Harry? Who's Harry?

It's the same as the picture in the book.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

It's only got three sides!

"Last collection 24th of December.

"No collection after 12:00 midnight. "

What is this?

Hello?

Hello, mate.

Can I speak to Santa, please?

What, you mean Harry Mitchell?

What are you talking about?

Father Christmas, Santa Claus,

whatever you wanna call him.

His real name's Mitchell, Harry Mitchell.

- Go on.

- He's got previous.

Arrested in Bradford

on a burglary charge.

He's some sort of scam man.

They've got him

on temporary lockdown in his cell

while they run checks.

Give up on this joker, lad,

before you wind up back in here.

Take care.

What's happened?

He's not Santa.

- Yes, he is.

- He's not.

But what about the sleigh?

And Dasher?

And all the stuff he knew about you?

I don't know. Some sort of weird trick.

- It's not, Dad.

- Look, look around you, Son.

It's not Santa's grotto.

It's some sort of a water tower.

What about the book?

What about it?

I don't know.

Maybe we're in the wrong place.

Maybe there's another tower.

OK, listen to me, Tom.

I'm in a great deal of trouble, all right?

The sooner we call off this whole

search thing, the better it'll be for me.

Thank you.

Lambeth Prison

have Harry Mitchell in his cell.

- They obviously trust your instincts.

- Well, I'm glad somebody does.

Well, maybe I do owe you

an apology.

Hmm, that's very gracious of you.

We don't have to be friends

for me to admire your wisdom.

Find Steve Anderson

and we can all let our hair down.

Well, well, well.

Steve.

All right, just listen to me

or I'm ringing off.

I didn't hit that policeman,

all right, in the van.

It was Dasher.

I mean, it was a reindeer.

As far as I'm concerned,

all you've done is miss

a parole meeting.

You're not gonna

send me back to prison?

I won't send you back to prison.

All right, we're, well, we're at a place

called Hermey's Tower in Suffolk.

We'll wait for you here, all right?

You're not sending him back to prison?

No.

You are.

Santa.

Barber!

You've got to help me.

You've got to call Steve.

I just spoke to him.

He's through with you.

Steve would never

give up on Christmas.

Steve knows all about Harry Mitchell.

Who?

You know who.

Now, listen, you're getting a very good

friend of mine in a lot of trouble.

And that can't happen.

Do you understand me?

Barber, it's Christmas Eve!

- You have to help me!

Shut it!

Why would someone lie

about something like this?

I don't know.

Sometimes adults like to tell fibs.

Yeah, but not about something

as big as this.

Do you remember the last time

I saw you and I told you a story?

It was a spaceman story

about an astronaut going on a long

and dangerous mission to Mars,

and the only thing

to keep him going on this mission

was the love that he had for his son.

And I told you that story for a reason.

You didn't want me to forget you.

You wanted me to know that

someday you'd be a good dad.

You are a good dad. The best.

But that still doesn't explain

why Santa would lie.

Well, I don't know. I mean, sometimes

people like to tell stories, you know?

Maybe he just likes to tell people

that he's Santa Claus,

flying around the world on his sleigh.

It's the sky!

What is?

That's the North Star.

This is the Plough.

So that... That's the North Star.

Look, it's... It's a code.

So, if I move this to here

and this to here...

This isn't a map.

This is instructions.

And that's not a tower. It's a letter box.

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