Silent Night Page #3

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Bastard! No. Please.

NO! NO!

Somebody help me, please!

Anybody!

No, no. No!

Help me!

No, no.

NO! NO!

No!

Please!

Well, the prints came from

a Cumberland work boot, size 13,

so it's definitely not Jordan.

They didn't deserve

what just happened.

- Well, somebody thought differently.

- What do you mean?

What I mean is that this wasn't

like a random,

spontaneous act of violence.

Whoever did this had a plan.

And whoever had a plan

had a reason.

Well, who do you think

could have done this?

Do you remember that article

that you were reading to me

about Christmas making

people crazy?

Holiday murders-Google that.

Sheriff's Department.

It's Crazy Betty.

She sounds a little crazy,

something about blood.

Yeah, a Bloody Mary,

most likely.

She's been drinking, guaranteed.

Sheriff's Department.

Crazy Betty again?

No, a Mrs. Morwood

over on Euclid.

I'll go check it out.

Wait, no.

I'll go to the Morwoods'.

I know the family.

Bradimore, you head down to the motel.

Giles, you meet her there.

- Yes, ma'am. Right away.

- I really don't feel well enough

to be fighting crime.

I'm probably best served

just holding the fort.

No, you are best served protecting

the good citizens of Cryer

instead of your own sorry ass.

So man up.

What happened here?

- She's dead.

- No.

He skewered her

like a little pig.

What?

Did you see him?

I'm really sorry.

I promise you

that we'll catch this maniac

and he will pay

for what he did.

- It's all my fault, Sheriff.

- No.

- She was driving me crazy.

- It's all right.

All I wanted for Christmas

was some relief,

but I was talking about

boarding school.

I didn't mean this.

I didn't want this.

It's all right. It's okay.

I deserve to go to jail.

No, no, no.

- Take me in.

- Stay there.

Wait. Don't go in there.

Once you see it,

you can't unsee it.

Bradimore, Giles, come in.

We have another homicide

on Euclid.

A 14-year-old girl

appears to be speared.

What do you see?

Two dead here, sir.

There's a woman, Goldie Willis,

and a Frank Forrester.

He runs a website, soft porn.

Porn, drugs-

when did this town become so sleazy?

Ever since the mill closed.

They do what they gotta do

to survive.

Oh, yeah?

You call this survival?

And, sir, we found prints-

work boots.

- They're huge.

- Looks like the same perp.

The woman... Goldie Willis...

she was the first one to die.

There was no sign of forced entry.

Whoever did this...

she must have known him.

I mean, she opened the door.

The last call that Frank made

was to a Mr. Snow.

That doesn't ring a bell.

I know a Mr. Cloud,

but he's Indian.

Native American.

All right, son, listen.

I want you to lock up the crime scene.

Oh, and check out

that rat-infested motel.

Somebody may have heard

or seen something.

Sir, there's a video camera.

Well, bring the damn thing in.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Holy infant

So tender and mild

Sleep

In heavenly peace...

Merry Christmas, brother.

Sleep...

In heavenly

Peace.

Girls, I'd like to thank you

for bringing some true

Christmas cheer to the town.

If I could just get one shot

for the parish newsletter?

Oh, you can do

better than that.

Okay.

One more for luck.

That's right.

Spread some joy to the world.

Thank you.

Hi, Dennis.

Shouldn't we call in some help?

It's Christmas Eve.

And assuming they could

give a damn,

it would be midnight

before anyone showed up.

No, we're just gonna have to

take this maniac down ourselves.

And that is where

our training kicks in.

Who is that?

Yeah. Later.

- Maybe we should fast-forward it.

- What?

Fast-forward.

I'm just... I'm just making

a mental note to call the mayor.

- About the killings?

- No, about his daughter.

You know, just don't want to scare

people unnecessarily.

But he's gonna find out sooner or later.

I mean, people are gonna be talking.

He'll find out

when I find the killer.

Never present to your superiors

a problem.

Always present the solution.

Right, here you go.

Frank.

God, you scared me to death.

- Giles.

- I'm on my way in.

Listen, we've got a lead

on our killer from the motel.

Yeah, he's wearing a Santa'-s suit

and a mask.

Well, that narrows it down, man.

The town square is like Santa central.

Listen, this one's big, all right?

Size 13 boots, over 6 feet. Anyone

matching that description... you bring

him in immediately for questioning.

That's cute, Aubrey.

I'm gonna need some help.

We're a little crowded tonight.

There might be some room

at the front.

I prepared a sermon.

It's just a few words really.

It's about the ugly side

of Christmas,

how we surround ourselves

with colored lights

and decorations,

snow globes and gift wrap,

how we convince ourselves

that everything

is fun and laughter.

Dig a little deeper, friends.

Christmas has a dark side too.

Remember that chilly night

in Bethlehem

when baby Jesus was born

into this cold world

and laid in the filth

of a manger,

when King Herod

massacred infants?

Christmas has

some bad memories too.

To truly appreciate

the beauty of Christmas,

you must understand

its ugliness.

Sin is the beating heart

of Christmas-

pain and war.

Fear and sickness,

death and famine,

"American ldol"

and internet pornography!

Thomas Guthrie wrote,

"Who is the murderess"

that takes his life?

Sin.

Who is the sorceress

that first deceives,

and then damns his soul?

Sin.

Who is it that brings

old men grey hair

with sorrow to the grave?

"Sin!"

Sin is the reason

that our Savior

Jesus Christ

was born!

I won't say a word.

I won't tell a soul.

Please don't kill me.

One hour till parade time.

Who's the big fellow

in the corner?

Stein Karsson,

used to be a foreman

at the mill.

Haven't seen him around before.

I think he lives

up at the motel these days.

Crazy Betty's?

No, the Four f***ing Seasons.

Nice.

Base.

Brenda, patch me through

to the sheriff, please.

- He's a little tied up.

- It will only take a minute.

This better be good.

Listen, Sheriff, there's a man here-

Stein Karsson.

He is a former log worker.

He's wearing work boots.

He's huge.

He fits the giant Santa profile.

What's he doing?

Eating a burger.

Well, that doesn't sound like

the kind of thing

a serial killer would be partaking of

after five homicides.

He lives up at the motel and

I remember his name from the registry.

It could be our guy.

Where are you?

- Jack's Bar.

- All right, I'm on my way.

Just don't do anything stupid.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Karsson?

Stein Karsson?

Mind if I ask you

a few questions?

I was wondering when was

the last time you were at the motel.

This morning.

And did you notice

anything unusual,

any new people around?

It's a motel.

People come and go.

But you live there, correct?

You don't know any residents?

No.

How about a...

a Mr. Snow?

No.

So do you have any plans

for tonight, for Christmas?

I'm gonna spread as much joy,

as many parcels

of happiness as I can.

Then I'm gonna get

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