[Upbeat Christmassy music]
Richard: As long as she doesn't find out about us.
I have other responsibilities. A wife, my job.
I shouldn't have to worry about you....
I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Can I help you?
Harrison: Hey, Dad. I didn't want to interrupt your phone conversation.
It's just somebody about a case I've been working on.
What can I do for you?
I've been thinking. I've been putting in some long hours and some extra work...
and I was wondering if I could have a raise.
Also, they raised my rent, and I've been kind of....
I've grown fond of living indoors.
I wish I could help you, Harrison, but...
such a quick pay bump, and for my son?
You understand how that would look.
Yeah, I figured. You can't blame a guy for trying.
Right.
Okay, so you get eight days of Christmas?
Tyler, for the last time, it's called Hanukkah, all right?
If you call it Christmas one more time, I'm gonna shove a menorah up your--
Secret Santas, we should open up our nondenominational gifts.
Great idea.
TRU: Av, you go first. AVERY: Yes, ma'am.
JENSEN: Drum roll. AVERY: I got...a comb.
And I'm gonna guess that it's from Tyler.
Hey, what happened to the secret part?
FYI, buddy, the under $10 rule?
That's actually not a contest to see how far under $10 you can keep it.
JENSEN: I know they are going home for their vacation...
that is if they survive the ride to the airport together.
What about you? What are the Davies up to tonight?
it looks like, as usual...
my family Christmas Eve will consist of me, my brother Harry...
and a toast to the rest of the family who couldn't make it.
On the bright side, at least there's less clean-up.
AVERY: But more therapy.
You know what? Coal for you in your stocking.
Just a big thing of coal.
My people, we don't do the stockings. None of that.
What is going on with you? Normally you're all ''bah humbug'' and Grinchy.
Not this year. This year I'm all about the holiday spirit.
I'm about the tree trimming, the church.
I might even sit on Santa's lap.
Lucky Santa.
Lucky me. I mean, I shouldn't even be here.
But you saved me. And I know it sounds dumb...
but every day is a gift. Even a day like Christmas.
[Slow instrumental music]
-Dad's doing it again. -it?
lt. He's having an affair.
-What? Why? -I don't know.
I guess he's not getting everything he needs from Jordan.
Ewww, No! What makes you think that he's messing around?
Well, there's the secret phone calls.
There's the long lunches that are not on the calendar.
-And then there's the apartment. -What apartment?
Ever since Dad started acting all suspicious, I started following him.
-Harry. -What?
Harrison: Three times a week he goes to this place.
He spends like half an hour, 45 minutes. Then he leaves.
I know Dad's got a less-than-stellar track record when it comes to...
the fidelity department...
but I don't think we should jump to any conclusions without proof.
I know. You're right.
I know what I'm bringing home for Christmas dinner.
-What's that? -Proof.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
You've gotta be kidding me. Someone killed Santa?
I know. It's pretty creepy, huh?
But I think he died of natural causes.
He must be one of those gentlemen from the mall or something.
I just came by to grab something, but you need me to bag personals?
Davis: No. all he has is a black bag of presents...
that's already been processed. We're lucky.
Typically the holidays is one of the most violent times, but...
he's our only fatality brought in.
If he's the only dead guy in town...
what are the odds Saint Nick's gonna open his eyes and whisper a...
''Ho, ho, help me.''
[Phone ringing]
-City Morgue. -Hey, Davis, it's me.
I'm sorry, I'm gonna be a little bit late for our dinner tonight.
Davis: is everything okay? Carrie: Yeah.
Carrie: I'm at the Youth Center...
for our department's Community Relations Program.
There you go. And we've hired a Santa...
to bring some presents to the underprivileged kids...
and the guy hasn't shown up yet.
Carrie: And the kids are gonna be so disappointed.
He's just gonna be another person in their lives who's let them down.
Carrie, I think I might know what happened to him.
Really? What?
He's probably stuck in holiday traffic.
Carrie: Yeah, you're probably right.
Anyway, I'll get there as soon as I can.
I'll see you later.
If it makes you feel any better...
you're always welcome to join me and Harry tonight.
That's okay.
It's a while since I've spent the holidays with a woman.
I think I'll just wait for her.
TRU: all right. I'll see you tomorrow. Davis: Okay.
TRU: Merry Christmas. Davis: Merry Christmas.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
I wish I could make her understand, but that's not possible.
Richard: If she finds out about us, no telling what it値l do to her.
The most important thing for now is that she trust me.
Hi, Dad.
[Tense instrumental music]
[Theme music]
Help me.
[Slow bluesy music]
Harrison. You're late again.
Frankly, I'm running out of expletives.
So here's the deal.
I have the night off and I'm not spending it waiting for you.
So as un-festive as it sounds...
you can find me at the lab, catching up on work.
I'll be the one cutting out a spleen and pretending it's yours.
Next time I talk to you, you better have a good reason...
for standing me up on Christmas Eve.
Harrison, will you let me explain?
You're working with Jack Harper! I thought you were having an affair!
What are you talking about?
Those calls weren't about your wife! They were about Tru!
Richard: Look!
I heard Tru mention this guy Jack was harassing her.
I'm protecting my daughter.
-Since when is that a crime? -How about when it's a damn lie!
all right, you want the truth?
Well, it'd be a nice change of pace.
Jack Harper contacted me...
with some very strange stories about your sister.
He told me she had this gift.
And to hear more, I had to meet him here.
That's what I was doing when you walked in.
So that's the first time that you've met him?
Yes!
I've seen you go to that apartment three times this week.
Dad.
I always knew you were smart, Son. Tru was better with the books.
But you know people.
You have no idea what you are dealing with!
Well, then, tell me, what am I dealing with?
I want to be honest with you, Son.
And I want you to understand what is at stake here.
-But you gotta promise me one thing. -What is that?
That you will not mention to Tru what I am about to discuss with you.
it値l be a cold day in hell before I promise you that.
I am so sorry to hear that.
[Harrison coughing]
Dad.
Harrison, I'm so sorry.
Whoa ! You scared me.
A room full of corpses and I'm the one that scares you.
Sorry. Just what are you doing here?
I thought you were decking the halls and whatnot.
I was, and then it dawned on me.
Nobody should be alone on Christmas Eve. Not even our friend here.
You know, we haven't had a chance to talk...
about how you're feeling.
About?
I just mean, sometimes a near-death experience can have...
a strange effect on people.
Honestly? I feel great.
I feel better than great. It's just like this huge wake-up call for me, you know?
A chance to re-evaluate my priorities.
-in what way? -Having them, for instance.
I'm not gonna have priorities anymore.
I'm just gonna do everything. Do whatever I want. Devil may care.
I like this new Jensen, but I gotta tell you...
I never really saw you as the ''Devil may care'' kind of guy.
Maybe not everybody's as they seem.
[Tense instrumental music]
Come on, Tru. Answer the phone.
I got a text from Avery and Tyler. Their flights are canceled.
Looks like they're spending Christmas Eve at the airport.
That's probably my brother...
with some lame excuse on why he bailed on me.
[Phone ringing]
[Whispers] Help me.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
'Twas the night before Christmas...again.
Avery, it's Tru.
AVERY: Hola, chica. What's up?
I'm not gonna make it to breakfast. Work emergency.
Right.
You're gonna either need to get a better job, or a better excuse.
Right. I was just thinking, you and Tyler should call the airline...
before you go, in case they cancel your flights or something.
No one wants to spend Christmas Eve in an airport.
Yes, thank you. Happy holidays, Tru.
You, too.
[Phone ringing]
You woke me up yesterday, too.
Richard: Rough night? JACK: No.
But unless we're careful, it's gonna be a rough day.
JACK: Harrison followed you to my apartment.
Thank God it's a new day.
The point is, just be careful around your son today. Be nice to him.
Find out what he knows. You know how this works, Richard.
We're not gonna get another chance.
Harrison: Hey, Boss.
Harrison. What can I do for my boy?
I've been thinking. I've put in a lot of work...
some extra hours around the office and...
-I was wondering if I could get a raise? -A raise?
Harrison: I really think-- Richard: Well...
you certainly deserve it.
Let me take it to the partners and see what they say.
Wow!
You've got to be kidding me.
Who killed Santa Claus?
Natural causes.
Knowing your luck, he's gonna open his eyes and ask for--
I told that joke yesterday.
But he was to deliver toys to the kids down at the Youth Center.
Davis: That's where Carrie is. TRU: I know.
She値l miss dinner trying to keep from disappointing them.
If he didn't ask for help, then who did?
A cadaver.
-Which drawer? -Not here. At school.
At school? Those bodies have been dead for--
Six months. I know.
TRU: That's why I wanted to talk to you first.
It's pretty clear I didn't rewind to six months ago...
so why would a body that's still dead ask for my help?
There's an advantage to your predicament.
What's that?
The clues are always on the body.
For the first time, you have a body to work with.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
For the record, she was dead when I got here.
Duly noted. Now get out.
JACK: Already on my way.
Looks like I got the day off, 'cause you're good, Davies...
but you're not that good. Stale corpse, no clues.
What if I was to offer to help you with your job today?
What if I was to offer to help you kiss my ass?
That's funny. No, but really, think of it as a holiday truce.
What harm could I do? There was one fatality in the city yesterday...
and that one already ho-ho-happened, am I right?
Come on, there's no one to save, there's no one to fight over.
I might even be helpful.
Jack, there is no way I would ever accept your help.
You try and be a nice guy.
JACK: Merry Christmas to all, and to all good luck.
So, you asked for my help.
Who are you and what do you want from me?
So, you talk to them, too?
You have this way of catching me off-guard.
Wow! So you blew off breakfast for school work.
When you said work emergency, I just assumed that you meant--
I feel like I've been getting behind, with all the classes I've missed.
Right.
Why is it that you're working on another group's cadaver instead of ours?
Checking up on their work.
I do the same thing. You picked a good one, too.
You feel that?
-It's like her skull is cracked. -Exactly.
And you see the small pinpoint blotches around her eyes?
Petechial hemorrhage.
And you said you were falling behind.
-So this woman died from asphyxiation. -She was murdered by it.
Probably fell post-mortem, led to the cranium fracture.
A lecture the professor gave one of the days you were gone.
He said it was pretty rare to find a body that met an unnatural demise.
Not in my line of work.
Anyway, I've got some last-minute shopping to do...
but thanks for your help.
-Anytime. -Later.
Harrison, let me guess. You think Dad's having an affair.
I still hate it when you do that.
I hate it when you stand me up.
You didn't come for dinner last night. What happened?
It's hard to say without me reliving the day and all.
Harrison: I guess we already talked about Dad's phone calls...
-and this thing with the apartment? -Yes.
I think he knows I'm on to him, 'cause he's been way too nice.
Like he's hiding something.
Relax, Harry. Not everyone lives a secret life.
Harrison: Right, just you. TRU: Goodbye, Har.
TRU: Come on.
It's a black sack with presents in it.
Yes, I understand the irony.
Yes. Can you just tell me when it's gonna be released from processing?
Okay, thank you. God.
No luck?
You'd think being the Medical Examiner I would have some pull around here.
I know you want to help Carrie and all...
but technically those gifts were his possessions.
Which he was gonna give to the kids.
I think that it would be easier if I told Carrie how I know it's gonna happen.
Okay. Sorry. Any word on that cadaver?
all I know is the woman who asked for help was murdered.
I don't even have a name.
Not to mention that the identity of all anatomical gifts are confidential.
So to make a long story suck, I got nothing.
There is one person that would be able to help.
Someone who saw what the victim saw the night she died.
No. Are you crazy? I can't trust him after what he's done.
You said it yourself. You have nothing to go on. Beggars can't be choosers.
We can be smart enough not to buddy up with the Reaper.
Ordinarily, I would agree with you.
But since no one's gonna die today, what harm can he do?
I'm sorry, Tru, I壇 love to help you, really I would.
But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to hear you say those two magic words.
Please, Jack.
Sorry! Those weren't the magic words we were looking for.
TRU: I knew this was a bad idea.
Come on, Tru. I just want to hear you say it one time.
-''Help me.'' -Would you settle for ''Bite me''?
Not if you want what's in here.
Help me.
I thought you'd never ask. Come on.
[Slow instrumental music]
JACK: I don't see why we couldn't carpool.
For someone who's dedicated to saving lives...
you should really take better care of the environment, Tru.
I've got this thing...
about not getting into a car with a guy who kills people for a living.
TRU: What are we doing here?
You wanted to know what I saw on the victim's last day?
It's time for a little show-and-tell. Most of it was pretty mundane...
sunrise through a window, a taxi meter, a young girl with pigtails.
JACK: Something that looked like curtains...
with red flowers on them blowing in the wind.
And then, this broken fence.
I figured what better place to begin than with the end.
The last thing I saw, was falling off here.
Looks like we weren't the first ones here today.
What's your money on, coincidence or connection?
Only one way to find out.
Yes, hi. I just received the most beautiful daisies...
but the card fell off, so I have no idea who they're from.
I don't want the person to think that I'm being rude by not saying thank you.
Yes.
Ann Moore is the only person who bought daisies so far today?
-Thank you so much. Okay, bye-bye. -impressive.
Thanks for your help, Jack.
That's it?
I needed a place to start. Now I've got one.
It's nothing personal.
Actually, it's completely personal.
Yeah.
[Knocking on door]
- Hi. Ann Moore? - Yes?
I'm from Hudson Medical School.
This is a survey of people who have donated a loved one's body to science.
Now's not really a good time.
it値l take only a few minutes.
I need to identify a cadaver that was recently--
This isn't something I want to spend Christmas Eve talking about.
-So, if you値l excuse me. -Yeah.
What my colleague failed to mention is that we pay for this information.
Come in.
This money couldn't have come at a better time.
ANN: Things have been awful tight.
We're just glad to be able to help.
So you're here to ask me about my sister, Allison?
Yeah.
This is her.
TRU: Do you mind if we ask what happened to her?
She was murdered.
Six months ago by a man named Russell Marks.
They worked together and were having a relationship on the side.
That is until Allison found out he was married.
That night, she went over to tell him it was over.
it was the last time anyone saw her alive.
I finished cleaning my room.
Okay, hon. Go get ready for church.
That's the girl I saw in the cadaver's memory.
Pretty girl.
Allison's.
My sister was a single mom, so now I am, too.
Miss Moore, if it's not too much...
do you know what happened to Russell Marks?
[Somber instrumental music]
He was arrested.
But the jury felt that there was a lack of evidence.
Reasonable doubt, they said.
I can't believe that...
he gets to have a life...
shop for presents, trim the tree with his wife...
while Allison's body lies in some dark, cold room somewhere.
Where's the justice in that?
I'm sorry.
is there anything else?
Cambria and I have to go to church.
Saint Matthew's is always so crowded on Christmas Eve.
No, that's it. Thank you very much.
I don't even get a thanks? I was brilliant back there.
Does the fourth horseman at the Apocalypse...
-need a pat on the back? -Whatever.
The fact that I'm still here means that you need me...
and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Be careful. You wouldn't want the ice around your heart to melt.
Cute. But seriously, what's next?
Since no one's life needs to be saved...
how are we supposed to help Allison Moore?
There are a lot of ways to save someone's life.
Stopping their death is only one of them.
That sister of hers seemed to have...
a pretty significant ax to grind with Russell Marks.
Maybe she was looking for a little payback.
-But no one dies, remember. -No one has to.
So you're saying attempted murder. Because if she got caught....
Then Allison's daughter would be left alone again.
That's the ''Help me.''
We should find out where this Russell Marks is today...
and get there before Ann Moore does.
Tru, I gotta talk to you about....
-What the hell is he doing here? -Nice to see you, Harrison.
Harry, it's okay. I got it under control. What's up?
Come here a second.
I had a talk with Dad, asked him point blank, ''Are you having an affair?''
-And? -He had an answer for everything.
Yeah. What'd I tell you?
Then he said that that apartment was where he meets his LA partners.
Harrison: But get this. I got an old poker buddy of mine.
He works for this car service that handles the firm.
Those LA guys aren't due till next week.
See, something is going on, Tru. I can feel it.
I'm gonna give you two a little privacy.
Harrison: That would be just perfect.
What, are you crazy? Why are you all sleeping with the enemy?
There's no ''sleeping.'' He's helping me.
Bottom line, you can't trust him, Tru.
He's probably screwing you right now.
Richard, I hope you're getting this message. Your son is still suspicious.
You'd better get on this or...
we're both screwed.
JACK: You brother was a tad frosty to me back there.
JACK: is everything okay with him?
TRU: You tried to kill him a few months back. Were you expecting a hug?
JACK: A short memory, the key to a happy life.
-Can I help you? -Hi, Mrs. Marks.
My name's Jack Harper. We're looking for your husband. is he at home?
Russell isn't speaking to the press. I think he's made that perfectly clear.
We're not from the media. We're with the Neighborhood Watch Program.
And we're actually just looking for volunteers.
I'm so sorry.
We're newlyweds. We just moved in down the block.
I'm sure Russell would love to help out...
but he's out doing some last-minute shopping.
MRS. MARKS: But then I'm meeting him at St. Matthew's.
If you're looking for volunteers...
church is always a good place to find people.
-She's right. -Thanks for your advice.
-Maybe we値l see you there. -Okay.
Good luck.
Guess who else is gonna be at church tonight.
Something tells me we should be there, too.
That's kind of cute. That's nice. I like it.
Santa's not coming, is he?
Yes, he is.
It's just, you know how those reindeer can be. That's very nice.
Miss Allen, you promised us.
I know. I did.
It's just that sometimes things can happen...
even to Santa.
SANTA: Ho, ho, ho!
-Santa ! -Who do you think that is?
BOY: Santa's here.
Carrie: Davis? Davis: No, it's Santa !
Carrie: What are you doing? Davis: Explain later.
[Traditional Christmas carol playing]
Come on! Who wants to sit on Santa's lap?
Okay! Santa wants to make sure that everyone's gone to the bathroom recently.
Davis: Yes? Children: Yes!
Davis: Really?
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
[Church organ music playing]
Are you even allowed in here?
I'm not the one screwing with the Big Guy's plans.
If anyone's getting struck by lightning in here, my money's on you.
So tell me the truth. Why are you really helping me today?
As far as I'm concerned, as long as the dead stay dead...
there's no harm in giving a little help to the living.
Or maybe I just didn't want to spend Christmas Eve by myself.
JACK: There's our man.
Mr. Marks?
We don't want to cause any trouble...
but we're friends of the Moores...
and we thought you should know that Ann and Cambria will be here today.
Ann is still very angry about her sister's death.
Rather than disrupt the services in any way...
we thought we'd forewarn you.
I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I'm an innocent man.
I need to be allowed to move on with my life.
And what about Allison Moore's life?
Thank you for your concern.
Russell.
I'm gonna go enjoy the services with my wife now. Excuse me.
Well, that went well.
I'm starting to think the jury was right about Marks.
What makes you say that?
If there's one thing I know, it's killers.
And once you take a human life...
it's like a smell that you can't wash off, no matter how hard you try.
And that guy? He ain't got the funk.
-What would you like for Christmas? -A ferret!
A ferret. I don't think I have any of those...
but have you ever considered a bone saw?
To cut wood for a really neat tree house!
Thanks, Santa !
And what about you? What would you like for Christmas?
A bone saw!
I think I'm all out of those.
But how about a splatter guard!
To keep blood from splattering on your face.
You're the coolest Santa ever!
Davis: Thank you.
And for you, there's a rib separator.
And how about some forceps?
I guess all I can do now is keep Ann Moore away from him.
Yeah, if that's the case then....
Showtime. There she is.
ANN: Come on, we're going home.
TRU: That's it? JACK: Nothing happened.
Maybe it just hasn't happened yet.
We gotta split up. One of us has to follow Ann.
-The other one stay with Russell. -Okay.
I'll stay with Russell. You follow Ann.
But if anything happens to her, so help me, Jack.
Helping you is what I'm doing, Tru.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
What do you mean you can't stay? Don't we have other things to talk about?
Hi, Dad.
Harrison, what are you doing here?
I could ask you the same thing.
I guess you've already spoiled the surprise.
-Surprise? -I just signed the lease.
Merry Christmas, Son. It's all yours.
This place? What'd you.... What is....
I may not be able to give my new employee a raise...
but the partners can't say anything about me giving a present to my son.
I've been working on this for weeks. But you almost blew the whole thing.
Harrison: I'm sorry. I was thinking that-- Richard: Forget it.
it all worked out.
Harrison: Wow!
Harrison: Merry Christmas, Dad. Richard: You, too.
[Singing slow Christmas carol]
TRU: Jensen?
Hey, stranger. What are you doing here?
I guess I just wanted to see what it is I've been missing out on all these years.
JENSEN: And pay my respects.
TRU: Who's that for?
That's for my uncle. He died of a heart attack last year.
And that's for my cousin...
who passed away when we were little kids.
Think about this, if things had gone differently last week...
you might be lighting one of these for me.
But things didn't go differently.
There but for the grace of Tru go l.
So, who's that one for?
Nobody.
I gotta get back to the lab.
I'll see you later.
Jensen...
Mr. Gorenstein doesn't need the company tonight.
TRU: So I say you ditch the lab...
and you join me and my brother for Christmas Eve dinner.
in the spirit of doing something new each day.
Okay. I'll try.
[Phone ringing]
-Hello. -I followed Ann home...
but she's not doing much except the crossword puzzle. How's Marks?
On his way home. We must have missed something.
Maybe Allison Moore's ''Help me'' had nothing to do with revenge.
Hold on.
[Tense instrumental music]
Cambria !
Tru, I think I know who Allison wanted us to stop.
it wasn't Ann. it was her daughter.
Do you know who I am?
Of course.
From the trial, right? That's how you know?
is there anything I can do for you?
You can admit what you did to my mom.
Look, Cambria, I think you should....
You think I should what? Forgive you?
Or make you pay for what you did...
before you have a chance to do it to someone else?
Please, honey. I loved your mother.
I would never have done anything to hurt her.
No, that's not true!
I was ready to give up everything.
My job, my marriage, just for a chance to be with her.
[intense instrumental music]
Cambria, do you remember me?
I'm a friend of your aunt's.
This isn't what she wants.
She's angry. She misses your mom, just like you do.
But this isn't the answer.
We don't get to decide who lives and who dies...
who's guilty and who's not. That's not the way it works.
It's out of our hands.
You don't understand! He killed her and got away with it!
And nothing you do here is gonna change that.
it won't bring your mom back...
and it won't bring your aunt any more peace.
No one's gonna die tonight. You're not even gonna hurt him.
You値l miss, and then the only one who will pay is you.
What's going on out....
-My God, what is this? -Honey, go back inside.
Something that looked like curtains...
with red flowers on them blowing in the wind.
Maybe it wasn't curtains.
You don't know what you're talking about. I'm not gonna miss.
Okay, and if you don't, then you've just killed someone.
That's something you値l have to live with every day...
for the rest of your life.
isn稚 that right, Mrs. Marks?
What's she talking about?
I have no idea.
Cambria, don't make an innocent man pay for someone else's crime.
[Cambria sobbing]
I know it's a lot to ask but...
hopefully you won't feel the need to press charges?
No.
I think she's been through enough already.
You're just gonna let her go?
What about us?
Haven't we been through enough?
So you're saying that she should pay...
for trying to take your husband away from you?
Exactly.
Just like Allison Moore, right?
You need to talk to your wife.
[Slow instrumental music]
Russell.
I did it for us.
Don't tell me.
[Police siren wailing]
Tell them.
Thank you for everything you did today.
I would be more thankful if I understood how you knew to actually do it, but....
Carrie: Davis.
I've been thinking about...
what the best thing is to give you for Christmas.
I think the best gift I can give you...
is the truth about my life.
What do you mean?
You were asking me how I knew that Santa wasn't gonna show up today?
Yeah.
It's an interesting story, really.
It's one that I'm not supposed to talk about.
You know that you can tell me anything.
Yeah, I know that.
This is about Tru.
JACK: I gotta ask. Why call the cops about Mrs. Marks?
The case was closed. Why put the family through that again?
You know how you said that...
if there's one thing you know, it's a killer?
I know victims.
I know what it's like to lose someone and not know who took them from you.
And I guess I owed a girl who lost her mom.
I gotta tell you, it was kind of cool to wear the white hat for a change.
So you're admitting that I'm the good guy?
Do you know why they gave the white hat to the hero in the Old West movies?
JACK: it made them easier to light for the camera.
The color of the hat is not about right or wrong.
It's about what you choose to see.
I'm this way.
And I'm this way.
So I guess I'll be seeing you.
-Until the day you quit. -Or you do.
it was fun while it lasted.
it was.
Merry Christmas, Tru.
[Slow rock music]
Or maybe I just didn't want to spend Christmas Eve by myself.
TRU: Jack.
This doesn't mean that I've forgiven you.
And this changes absolutely nothing between us, but...
I've always had this feeling that no one should be alone on Christmas Eve.
Look who finally showed up.
Twice in one day! What a treat.
Relax, Harry, okay? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
What, pass up the chance to meet all your friends?
I wouldn't miss this for the world.
What the hell was that? If it's a call--
Look.
Merry Christmas. For now. Okay?
TRU: Hey! AVERY: Hey!
I hope you don't mind. I brought Moe and Curly.
We took your advice. We called the airlines beforehand...
and our flights were canceled.
If it weren't for you, we'd be spending Christmas Eve in an airport.
So Jensen is not the only one who owes you one.
-it was just a hunch. -Yes!
AVERY: Merry Christmas.
Hey, Davis! I thought you guys were having your own holiday dinner.
We did. Then Davis said that Harrison has a habit of standing you up...
and we didn't want you to be alone.
Are you okay? You never even called me to see how things were going with Jack?
Yeah. How did that go?
Fine.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah. It's probably just the eggnog.
We値l talk later, okay?
When are you gonna tell her that I know the secret?
Harrison: No, seriously. It's got cuffs. Right here. Hey!
We have the best dad in the freaking world.
Harrison: He got me an apartment.
He got it pimped out, everything.
That's mighty generous.
No, not generous. Well-earned.
JACK: Hey.
-Jack Harper. -Hi.
This is my dad, Richard. Richard, Jack.
-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
-You work with my daughter? -For a competitor, actually.
Excuse me.
Long day?
Aren't they all?
in my endless pursuit of the holiday spirit, there's one thing that I haven't done yet.
What's that?
Wasn't he supposed to be one of yours?
Give it time.
Richard: And what about the mole?
She's got him.
Merry Christmas.
-I'm gonna go. -They can see us.
There's the guy making out with my sister.
[Soft rock music intensifies]
Come on, guys, it's time for a toast.
[Rock music]