Once Upon a Time at Christmas

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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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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 cock.

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 killer 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 murdered.

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.

A**hole.

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 illegal.

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.

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