Once Upon a Time at Christmas Page #6

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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 killing 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 killed...

He killed 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 murder.

- 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 massacre,

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 killed 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 whore!

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*** 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 kill for uncle Sam.

Don't worry, I didn't kill

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 kill anyone.

We'll see.

Because you and i

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