[Santa's voice] Ho ho ho!
Give to the needy!
Merry Christmas!
Now, you stay in the car and keep your nose...
out of those packages. They're not for you.
He's searched through every cupboard and drawer...
in the apartment trying to find out what I got for him,
- ...but this Christmas he will not succeed. - [Dief whines]
[Santa's voice] Give to the poor!
Well, what do you think?
- How much is it again? - Seventy-five dollars.
[sighs]
I have some over here that are less expensive...
and you really can't tell the difference.
No, he can tell.
He used to have one just like it.
It is a beautiful gift.
Okay.
Okay, I'll buy it.
[Santa's voice] Give to the needy!
Give what you can!
Please make a small donation!
Every little bit counts!
Ho ho ho!
Merry Christmas!
Open your hearts!
Make a wish come true for a child!
Help a needy family! Do what you can!
Please, put a smile on a young child's face!
Please, make a donation!
Ho ho ho!
Merry Christmas!
Oh, no, I know that tone in your voice!
You think I'm being cheap!
No, I think there's nothing wrong with being frugal, Ray,
and if you can't afford to buy presents,
well, getting them for opening a bank account is a...
viable if not inventive alternative.
But you think that I can afford it.
You just think I'm just being cheap.
- That's what you're thinking. - I think nothing of the sort.
- Now where are we off to? - Right here. Savings and Loan.
- Ah, of course. - Ah, you see? You see?
That's the tone I'm talking about. You see that tone?
- What tone? - That tone. You see it?
You can't see a tone, Ray.
Stay down!
Come on! Move it, move it!
- What the hell's going on? - Hit the alarm.
Get the hell out of here!
More, more!
That's enough, leave it, come on!
- Ray. - Fraser, it's a fire alarm.
Come on, come on!
Toss me the bag, toss me the bag!
Here!
Hey, Kris Kringle, where's the fire?
Where the hell is he?!
Did you see anything?
No. But this young man did.
DUE SOUTH S01E10 "The Gift Of The Wheelman"
Come on, this is crazy.
You know how much money I'm losing right now?
E-Every kid that sits on my lap, I get two bucks.
Yep.
I can go through forty kids an hour!
I can do fifty.
Bull! No one can do fifty and live.
[Gardino] Look, it's not a difficult question, okay?
Where were you at twelve o'clock today?
Hey man, I got three elves that put me in the department store.
Yeah. One of those elves said you went out for about 20 minutes.
- Yeah well, he's a lying rat bastard! - [Huey] Okay, line up, you six.
This way.
Not, you.
What are you waiting for, Christmas? Move it!
Yeah, merry Christmas to you, too. Out the door!
[Elaine] We're not interested in how fluffy his beard was!
That's him!
That's the sixth Santa you've pointed to.
- Can we focus a little here? - He had a twinkle in his eye.
I don't understand the problem here.
Some citizen pulls the alarm and ran away.
But ask yourself who, Ray.
All the businesses above were closed.
All the employees and patrons were under guard on the bank floor.
Anyone coming in would have been noticed by the Wheelman.
After they took over that building only four people had access to that hallway.
So, what are you saying, one of the robbers pulled the alarm?
- Yes! - That's ridiculous.
About as ridiculous as going to a robbery with an unloaded shotgun.
I'll tell you, for a second there, Fraser, I thought I was...
Why would a guy pull the trigger of a gun he knew was unloaded?
Seems improbable, doesn't it?
Yes!
You know the Wheelman,
he knew exactly when the bagman was behind the counter.
If he pulled the alarm, they panic.
He comes running in,
the bagman is trapped behind the counter,
he throws the bag to the Wheelman who throws him back the gun.
Clever, isn't it?
Hey, in the heat of the moment I'd take a gun over a bag any day.
The whole thing's a double-cross.
Detective Vecchio, Huey, Louie.
Join me for some eggnog.
The last half hour I've gotten calls from seven department stores,
the Salvation Army, two parade officials...
and the director of a children's pageant.
This was further augmented by calls from four city councilmen,
the deputy mayor and the police commissioner.
They're all curious as to why we are detaining...
all the Santa Clauses in the city on Christmas Eve.
The police commissioner was especially irked...
since his daughter was sitting on Santa's knee...
in a department store when said Santa was cuffed...
and thrown into a paddy wagon.
In our zeal to solve this case, I can't help but...
wonder if we haven't been,
I don't know, how do you say it...
Excessively stupid?
Detective Huey and I have a theory, sir.
Oh, this I'd like to hear.
See, we believe the perpetrators were dressed in Santa Claus suits...
in order to facilitate their getaway by blending into the crowd.
In that people don't usually notice...
armed men fleeing a crime scene in big red suits!
Actually they could even have had jobs in local department stores, sir.
I mean, that would be the perfect cover.
This is your theory?
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
- It's not our only theory. - Mmm. We have others, sir.
[sniff] Detective Vecchio, do you have a theory?
Uh, yes, sir. But actually, it's Constable Fraser's theory, sir.
Oh, really?
Good afternoon, Leftenant.
Oh, Merry Christmas, Constable.
I assume you're working on some kind of a North Pole connection?
No, sir.
And actually it's a misconception that the North Pole is in Canada, sir.
Its ownership has been in dispute ever since...
Admiral Perry planted a flag there in 1909.
A fact that, in itself, is in dispute since many believe it was Matthew Henson,
- an African-American who first discovered ... - Constable Fraser and I...
believe the Wheelman pulled the alarm...
in order to throw the whole situation into chaos,
thus double-crossing his partners.
Oh, sure.
Sure. One of the robbers pulled the alarm himself.
Yes, sir.
And we have a witness who saw the Wheelman without his beard.
We got him out there going over the mug shots right now.
If the wheelman's in there, he's pretty much in our pocket, sir.
All right.
Vecchio, you get the Wheelman.
Huey and Louie you get the other three.
Yes, sir.
Which one of your flatfoots took my reindeer?
I looked. He's not in there.
- Look one more time. - I already did.
Look kid, whoever this guy is, he's no first-timer.
If he's done this before,
odds are a hundred to one he's right there in front of you.
Maybe he looks a little different, but he's there.
- So I need you to look again. - He's not in there.
Look kid, I'm having a good day, okay?
It's Christmas Eve. I am filled of love for my fellow man,
but I swear to God, if you don't look again,
I'm gonna slap you upside the head.
Ray. May I?
Ahem. Del, why don't you just describe the man you saw.
I didn't get a good look.
The guy was three inches from your face.
It doesn't get any better than that!
Uh, Ray, maybe Del is just afraid of...
what will happen if he identifies this man.
Well, maybe Del should be afraid of...
what'll happen if he doesn't.
Look kid, you're not the only one who saw a face.
This guy was so close to you he could count your pores.
How hard do you think it'll be for him...
to find out where you live?
You put the finger on this guy and we can protect you...
- ...but if you don't ... - We'll still protect you.
Maybe he will, but I won't, and no other cop will, either.
You really were touched by the spirit of Christmas.
The kid's making a big mistake.
What's that?
It's a gift.
I don't know, maybe I was too hard on him.
Yes.
Hey, guys!
They pulled a palm print off the countertop.
Your bagman is Robert L. Flannigan.
FBI have him linked to six bank jobs with...
- ...James and Cameron Donnelly. - No kidding!
Is that significant?
Well, the Donnellys are something of a local legend around here.
They had a partner named Nick Stalidis.
Rumor had it he skimmed a small amount money from them.
He took off to Mexico.
The federales found him in bite-sized pieces in the Sea of Cortez.
There's only two rules written in the pavement in this town.
You don't steal from the Mob...
and you don't cross the Donnellys.
Mmm.
I think I should return this gift.
Oh, that's good, Benny,
we only have a couple hours to find the Wheelman...
before they turn him into fish food...
and you're delivering Christmas presents?
Thank you, Ray.
Hey, hey. Hi Del.
Hi.
Came looking for your dad.
He wasn't home.
Yeah.
You tell him Jimmy Donnelly dropped by, will you?
Tell him I expect to meet him tomorrow...
at the distillery as planned.
Will you do that for me?
If I see him, yeah.
That's a good boy.
Hi, Del.
You left this at the station.
Thanks.
I'll give you a hand with this.
William Porter. Is that your father?
- Yeah. - A writer is he?
Not really.
My father was quite the writer.
- Professional? - No. A Mountie.
But he kept journals.
He must have filled up... almost a hundred.
You know it's odd.
We never spent all that much time together...
when I was young, so it's...
only recently through his writing...
that I feel as though I've gotten to know him.
Is he dead?
- Yes. - Sorry.
You know, I've always thought it was the bravest thing a man could do.
Writing down his innermost feeling so that...
any stranger could read them.
Well, I'm the only stranger to have read any of these.
Mind if I read 'em?
Suit yourself.
Oh, uh, the gift.
- Is that for your father? - Yeah.
I'm sure he'll treasure it.
It's nothing.
He wasn't scared. He knew the thief.
- Did he I.D. him? - Yes. He just didn't intend to.
Ow!
I told you everything I know!
Just a few more questions, okay? Please.
Come on, come on. Hurry up, let's go.
- Hey, what do we look like, rats? - Don't push me.
[Ray] Right...Okay...Thanks.
Parole officer says Porter's been a model citizen.
Worked as a janitor past six years.
No complaints. Never missed a day's work.
- You got that, Elaine? - Got it.
He'd come home, he'd take care of his kid,
then he'd spend half the night writing short stories.
Something he picked up in prison, I guess.
And the boy's mother?
Left him with an aunt about eight years ago...
- ...and did a bunk. - No! - Come on!
When he finally got out, he took the kid back.
William Sidney Porter, pled guilty to one count of armed robbery.
He was the driver.
Served seven years, released on good behavior.
Nothing since.
Doesn't make any sense.
Why would he leave his son?
Fraser, this may come as a shock to you,
but here in the United States of America,
we've discovered bank robbers...
aren't usually the best family men.
He leaves prison. He reclaims his son.
He works six years at a minimum wage job.
Twenty-seven. Elaine Bessbris.
This isn't a man who would abandon his life...
without an awful lot of thought.
When the Donnellys found out he betrayed them,
his son would have been the natural target.
I don't think he'd have left him behind unprotected.
- Maybe he acted on impulse. - No, no.
I think he has a plan. We just don't know what it is.
Thanks.
Porter's passport expired last month.
No request for renewal.
So where's he planning to go?
I brought the wiretap request over in person, sir,
but His Honor had consumed a great deal of Christmas cheer..
and started cursing at me in Norwegian!
I wasn't aware that he spoke it either, sir
I'd appreciate that.
Right.
[sighs]
Did you have to bring him?
Well, it is Christmas Eve, Ray.
What are you reading?
My father's journals.
I'm just going over old cases to see if there's anything similar.
- Is there? - Not that I've found.
What is it?
I just wish I'd spent more time with him.
There's a lot of things I should have learned.
I learned two things from my father.
One: timing. Mostly when to duck.
And two: you never hit a kid,
cause it doesn't teach him anything.
I'm gonna go to the gas station. I'll be right back.
Sam Dalton made only one mistake. [Robert Fraser's Diary]
He planned everything but how he was going to spend the money.
Before he'd hit Whitehorse,
he left a trail of twenties that took me right to his door.
That Sam's case was nothing like this.
No, I know, but what I can't seem to find is ...
- Hello, son. - Hello, Dad. How are you?
I'm dead, son.
- Other than that, do you mean? - No, that's what I was asking.
Oh, that's good.
Never be ashamed to ask a stupid question, son.
I taught you that, didn't I?
Not specifically, no.
Well, no time like the present.
So fill me in on the case!
- The case. - The case.
The case you're working on.
Something bothers you about it.
Well. In a nutshell:
There was a bank robbery today.
Now we've identified the perpetrators.
But the Wheelman, that's 'the driver' in Chicago parlance,
double-crossed his partners.
Now what we can't seem to figure ...
Is there any insanity in our family?
No. Not that I'm aware of.
[sniffs] Good.
Well, there was your Uncle Tiberius,
who died wrapped in cabbage leaves;
but we assumed that was a freak accident.
Go on, go on!
Oh, you took your time, Robert.
Doing a little Christmas shopping, I see.
Check this.
Porter had a second car parked in an alley about a block away.
Really.
Cameron, have to apologize to you.
Seems Porter isn't planning on sharing after all.
Apology accepted, James.
Oh, Robert. I meant to ask you.
Why did you toss Porter the bag?
[sighs]
I was trapped behind the counter, man.
The cops were coming.
So instead of running around the counter,
you threw the bag and jumped over.
Yeah!
Well, it makes sense.
I was thinking of getting out with the cash, you know?
But you didn't, did you?
You're the bagman, Robert.
You're supposed to carry the bag.
Hey Jimmy, Jimmy, come on, man.
He threw me the gun! I mean, the alarms were going off!
No, no, I understand.
Everyone gets one mistake.
- And that was yours. - Ouch!
See what he got us.
- Far Side calendars. - Oh, I love those!
Now let's see what young Del got.
So did you just happen to pick this moment to reappear?
Well, obviously you needed my help, son.
And it was my fault.
If I'd better prepared you,
you wouldn't be floundering around like this.
Well, I'm not completely over my head, Dad,
- I mean I ... - Don't-Don't try to make me feel better, son.
I failed you as a father.
I'm gonna make that up to you now.
How exactly do you propose to do that, Dad?
I mean it's not as ...
Anything happen?
In what sense?
There's a light up there. And it's condemned!
- Stay. - Me?
Him.
Benton, Benton. See how fast he noticed that?
Observation is everything, son.
Thank you, Dad.
Around back.
[Music: "Rumbolt" by Figgy Duff.]
There!
Police! Freeze!
Count to three and rise up together shooting.
- I don't carry a weapon. - You what?
- I don't carry a weapon. - Is that smart, son?
It's the law, Dad.
Well, no time for niceties. Here, use mine.
Well, I appreciate the offer, but it's imaginary.
Oh, so it is.
This is my last clip.
They're maneuvering for position.
I can see that.
See what?
- They're maneuvering for position. - I can see that.
- Only got a few seconds left. - Right again.
- About what? - We've only got a few seconds left.
What you need son,
if you don't mind me saying, is a good solid plan.
Or you can just throw a rock.
Fire your entire clip on three.
- Then he'll be out of bullets. - Then I'll be out of bullets.
I heard both of you.
Is there an entire conversation going on here...
- ...that I'm totally unaware of? - Yes.
One. Two. Three.
At least you found the villains, son.
There's something to be said for that.
Thank you.
Anytime.
We know your father did it.
We know he has the money,
and we know that you know where he is.
What we don't know is how smart you are.
- I can't help you. - Now we know.
Benny, talk to him.
Ask him if he noticed the men with guns that were coming after him.
You're father left you hanging, kid.
Maybe you should stop worrying about him...
and start worrying about yourself.
Tell him that, Benny.
I will, Ray.
Yeah, you do that.
I said elves, you morons! Elves!
Del, I know you want to help your father.
You wouldn't be much of a son if you didn't.
The only way to protect him...
is if we can bring him in off the streets.
Now it took us several hours to identify your father,
during which time he could have easily left town,
but he didn't.
- You don't know that? - Yes, I do.
He wouldn't leave you.
And yet, he didn't get you out of town before the robbery.
Or arrange to meet you someplace else. Now why is that?
Well, maybe his plans just didn't include me at all.
Well, I don't believe that.
- And I don't think you do, either. - Think again.
- Talk to him? - Yes.
Look, kid, we all didn't get the best fathers.
And yours, well, he ain't gonna win any parenting awards,
but he's all you got. So are you gonna help him or what?
- He's gone by now. - Then you can go.
Just check out at the front desk before you leave.
We can't just let him go back out there.
All right. Keep a close eye on him.
If you're right, his father will try to contact him again.
We're to use him as bait?
Something we like to do every Christmas.
Don't lose him, and don't let the Donnellys get him.
Oh,
I've gotta call my ma and tell her why I'm gonna be late.
Meet you out back.
I never taught you how to interrogate a witness, son!
Uh, no.
The seven ways to tell if a man is lying.
- Well, I kinda pieced it together for myself. - Oh good.
So you know what to watch for in their eyes?
- Ah, yes ... - You know if they look up and to the right,
- ...they're lying? - Uh-huh.
Ah, unless-unless they're aware of that,
in which case they try to look straight at you?
Yeah.
Or they overcompensate and end up looking down and to the left?
- Oh really? - Mmm.
Would you mind waiting here? I-I'll be right back.
Drive, quick!
- Before he comes back. - Who?
- My father. Drive. Go! - Fraser, your father's dead.
I know.
And I don't mean to speak ill of him,
it's just...he's driving me nuts.
Your father.
He's not really here. I know that.
It's all in my mind. It's just, he refuses to stay there.
Or rather he refuses to leave there.
I don't really understand it,
but I'll tell you it's beginning to wear a little thin.
I mean, does he think I'm completely ignorant?
I-I-I mean, next thing he's gonna do,
is try to show me how to start a fire.
You know, Ray,
I got half a mind just to tell him to pack up, move out.
- Of your mind. - Yes.
- Hello, son. - Oh God, he's back.
- What's that? - I said glad you're back, Dad!
- Not a word, all right? - Hey, no problem, Benny.
That's him!
- Who? - What?
-There. -Where?
Right in front of the police station? Now that is cheek.
"Steaming" by Sarah McLachlan
You're always waiting on the tide
It's time you decide
I've walked down long roads that seem to have no end at all
You never wanted time to end
To let my life offend
It's time to realize what hides deep inside your holy eyes...
Hold on tight, hold on fast
This ain't the kind that always lasts
If you want me to go...
just ask me to go, I'll go
All the way, my love
Over the hills and right on to you
Run away, my love
Over the hills and right on through you
I was with you on that pallet, steaming
Spinning 'round in circles, dreaming
I was with you on that pallet, steaming, steaming
Running 'round in circles, screaming......
All the way, my love
Over the hills and right on through you
Run away, my love
Over the hills and right on through you
All the way, my love
Over the hills and right on through you
All the way, my love ...
Okay. We got a few minutes.
- I don't need to hear any excuses. - Will you just listen to me?
If something happens to me, I gotta know ...
- Dad, I don't want to hear this! - If something happens to me,
you gotta know where I hid the money.
- I don't want the damn money! - I don't care what you want!
- There is a surprise, huh? - Just listen to me.
I don't know how this thing is gonna turn out.
Dad, you said you were finished!
- You know, you promised... me. - Del, Del.
Del, I didn't want to do this.
Just listen, just listen to me!
If something happens to me, I gotta know that you're okay.
That I'm okay, huh? Now you think of this?
Don't talk to me that way! I'm your father.
You're a loser!
That's what you are.
You couldn't make one damn thing work out for yourself, not one!
So why should I listen to one thing you have to say?
Del!
Del! Del!
You won't get away with it.
I know you must have a plan, but there's no way it'll work.
Now there's a man who loves his work.
I don't think so, Ray.
You sure you don't want something?
No thanks, son. I couldn't.
Well, this is the first real Christmas dinner...
we've had together in twenty years,
and I'm not even really here.
Aren't you?
I don't know any more about this than you do, son.
Am I here? Am I in your head?
You in mine? Damned if I can figure it out.
Well, finally. Something you don't understand.
Well, there's lots of things I don't understand, Benton!
How I lived all those years...
and didn't get to know my son.
You know, I should be able to see his plan.
I mean, there aren't that many variables.
But no matter which way I twist it,
I can't seem to see how he thinks he'd get away with it.
I mean you don't double-cross your partners then stay around town.
You don't plan a getaway and forget about your son.
Unless you don't plan on getting away with it.
How do you mean?
It's the only thing that explains his actions.
I don't follow you.
No one would plan a double-cross this intricate...
and leave the getaway to chance.
He did plan it through.
He knew exactly what he was doing,
and he is not planning on getting away with it.
Nobody plans to fail, son, it doesn't make sense!
If it's the only logical solution,
it doesn't have to make sense.
What the hell does that mean?
- Don't you see it? - No!
Of course you do. It's obvious.
I don't!
- Really? - No.
You don't?
- No. - Oh.
But you do.
Go bring him in, son.
That's what I taught you.
- Anything happen? - In what sense?
- Is Del still in there? - Yeah, yeah.
Twenty-four hours and you still haven't solved the case.
Come on, Dad, it's Christmas day!
You want to give it a rest?
Hey, if you don't care about your work, it's fine with me.
First time he went to prison, I was six years old.
I actually thought it was my fault.
I thought if I didn't ask him for all those kid things...
kids ask their fathers for, you know...
like bikes and toys or whatever,
that he wouldn't go out and steal and get them for me.
When he got out, I was so careful not to ask him for anything.
Cause I thought that if I did,
he'd go out and do something like this again.
You know, all I ever wanted was to have him here with me.
But it didn't matter what I wanted, did it?
He didn't give a damn about me.
He didn't even tell me about this, he just went out and did it!
Well, you know what?
This isn't my fault,
and he's not my responsibility.
He can go back to jail.
He can go to hell for all I care.
Oh, he isn't going back to prison, Del.
That's not his plan at all.
He's going to let you know where the money is.
Then he'll kill the Donnellys, then he'll kill himself.
He'll make it look as though the money was destroyed.
You'll get it all.
He's planning to die.
And he's doing this for you.
You know when I was most proud of him?
What do you want me to do?
Let's go.
[Gasoline]
"Henry Martin" by Figgy Duff
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should go,
should go, should go
And turn robber all on the salt sea
Distillery. something closed down or abandoned.
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin
The youngest of all of the three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea,
the salt sea, the salt sea,
For to maintain his two brothers and he
They had not been sailing for a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day
When they did espy a stout lofty ship,
- O'Hare and Sons Distillery closed about ten years ago. - lofty ship, lofty ship
South side.
- Coming and bearing down on them straightway
- Thank you kindly, Elaine.
Hello, hello, cried Henry Martin
What makes you sail so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town,
London Town, London Town
- Would you please for to let us pass by
- Hello.
I'm here.
Well, you're a man of your word, William.
- Oh no, oh no, cried Henry Martin
- Good show.
- This thing it never can be.
- Bring me that big gun I like.
- I almost never get to use it.
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea,
the salt sea, the salt sea [No smoking or open flames]
For to maintain my two brothers and me
So lower your topsail and fire up your men
Bring your ship under my lee
For I have resolved for to pirate you here,
you here, you here
For to maintain my two brothers and me
Okay, you got two minutes, then I'm in there.
So broadside for broadside, and at it they went
For fully two hours or three
'Til Henry Martin gave to them the death shot,
the death shot, the death shot
And straight to the bottom went she
You're one unlucky Canadian.
I'd be careful if I were you. I...
I think you're standing in a pool of gasoline.
I'm not interested in killing you.
If you want to walk, I'll let you.
I can't do that.
You know, it took me a while to figure out what you were doing.
One doesn't ordinarily equate crime... with self-sacrifice.
I guess I'm gonna have to take my offer back.
You went straight, William.
A long time, six years.
I love how people like you think that...
earning four dollars an hour is great and noble.
I couldn't afford to buy my kid a Christmas gift.
That's not noble. It's pathetic.
I don't think your son would have seen it that way.
You know what my son saw?
He saw a sap who worked twelve hours a day at a job he hated,
and then came home and worked another six hours at a job...
that nobody wanted to pay him for.
The only thing I ever showed my kid...
was how to be a loser.
And you thought robbing a bank... would win his respect?
Respect?
Oh. Oh, I haven't thought about that in a long time.
All I wanted was three dollars.
Three dollars for the whole year and I'da made it.
I was standing there at the counter with his gift in my hand.
The girl says to me 'you're three dollars short.'
I started laughing.
I laughed so hard I thought I was gonna have a heart attack...
right there in that department store.
I suddenly realized that if I died right then and there,
I'da left my son sixty two dollars,
some lousy manuscripts, and a lot of excuses.
And that's not good enough.
That's-that's not enough to leave your son!
You know, William,
I think there's only one thing that a father needs to leave his son,
and that's a good example of how a man should live his life.
Anything else... the son can learn for himself.
The greatest gift my father ever gave me...
was the courage to trust my own abilities.
And I learned that through his example.
You know, you-you can give your son anything you want.
But if you don't leave him a good example of...
how to be a man, you leave him nothing.
That's what you'll leave Del.
Nothing.
Put the lighter away, William. You don't want to do this.
You stay put!
Nobody has to die here.
Now look at this, Cameron.
It's a Christmas party.
- Drop the gun! - Stuff it.
Jimmy.
Now you weren't being totally frank with us, were you, William?
You want to kill me, Jimmy?
You wanna do that?
Go ahead.
That erector set I got you last Christmas was obviously a mistake.
- You can't get away with this. - Actually he can, Ray.
Everyone involved in the robbery will die,
so his son is safe from retribution.
There's enough cash in that bag...
to convince the forensic experts that...
the money was destroyed in the blaze.
The police will stop looking for it.
All he has to do is drop that bottle.
He gets away with it.
Thanks for backing me up on this one, Benny.
Sorry, Ray.
It's your decision, William.
Do you leave something for your son, or do you steal from him?
Drop it.
Drop it!
Not you, you moron.
Sorry.
Hi.
Looks like I screwed up our Christmas plans.
Yeah. It's okay.
US Attorneys agreed to three to five.
That's good.
You'll be a man before I get out.
I'll be all right.
Aunt Celia's cool about it, you know.
I'm sorry, Del.
I'm really sorry.
I got you something, Dad.
Thanks.
It's beautiful.
It must have cost you a fortune.
I used to have one just like this.
You were six then.
How do you remember that?
I used to watch you write.
You know I'd think, uh, 'that's my dad.'
I didn't get you anything, son.
Yes, you did.
You know, I think you're wrong about Sam Dalton.
The cases weren't entirely dissimilar.
Dad?
You still here?
Merry Christmas, son. Merry Christmas.
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High winds, Northern sky will carry you away
You know you have to leave here
but you wish that you could stay,
There's four directions on this map
but you're only going one way
Due...... South,
that's the way I'm going
Due......... South