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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.
Hmm.
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. - Hmm.
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.
Confirm 187 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, huh?
Guess so.
That's what I should ask Santa for: All play and no work.
I have no idea what I want for Christmas.
Uh, 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 shit!
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, huh?
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, uh...
- 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.
Oh, that reminds me.
I need a lead groupie, you know, just to tell me how great I am.
- Oh, 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 bitch.
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.
Asshole.
Wrpt Woodridge, for all you couples looking
to have some hot fun together tonight...
- Jesus. - Shit.
What, uh, 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?
Uh, 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.
Shit. 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.
- Jen? - Yeah, Jen.
Sweetheart, she means nothing to me.
There. Underneath the car.
It's probably just a raccoon.
Do you still wanna do this?
I don't know.
Babe, you're the only one for me. There's nobody else.
Mmm. Say more things like that.
The worst that could happen is you get pregnant.
I'm on birth control, you moron.
Well, then what else could go wrong?
I have no idea why I love you.
Baby, you...
Shit!
Get us out of here!
It won't start. There's no battery!
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
- Get out! - My door is jammed!
No!
- Sheriff. - Fullard.
It's a mess.
- Who? - Two kids. Teenagers.
What happened?
Be a couple days before the fire inspector gets back to us.
Kathy says you saw them before. Called something in.
Didn't you recognize them?
They're just kids. I... I don't know...
Come on, it's a small town.
Look, sheriff, I haven't been here as long as...
Some people.
Anything back on the DNA?
Sent to the state lab last night.
You know we're not gonna be first priority though.
We might be.
You don't think this is connected to that?
Completely different mos?
I don't know what I'm thinking right now.
Only I was looking forward to a quiet holiday season.
Still haven't done my shopping.
I don't two mur... three murders dragging us into overtime.
Look, it might be a coincidence.
No such thing.
Who could that be?
Can I help you?
Mrs. Frenchen?
Yes?
I'm in need of a good lawyer and you came highly recommended.
Could you open the door?
I'm afraid I just specialize in divorce.
Well, then you're exactly the person I'm looking for.
You see, Santa, he told me he wouldn't buy me a bear trap for Christmas.
I reckon that's grounds for divorce, right?
You can come by my office next week.
I'd be happy to take a look at what you need.
I'm afraid there's a real bad time limit on what I need you for.
Who are you?
Why, I'm Mrs. Claus, of course.
Tell me what you think about my elf hair.
So, Santa asked you to sit on his lap?
Please. If that asshole hits on me again,
I'm gonna pepper spray his ass.
Is Lisa coming?
Swim practice.
That's dedication.
She's gonna be selected for the Olympic squad
and we're still gonna be stuck here in this mall.
Speak for yourself. If they start giving out gold medals for blow jobs...
I'm going to Reicher's bar later.
- Do you wanna come? - You're not gonna get served.
Please! I have boobs. Boys are dumb.
- Hmm. No debate here.
Hey, Jen, your break's finished.
Hey, Jen...
If you hate it so much,
why'd you come back?
It's either that or join in on my family's awkward silences
it's definitely happening then?
The divorce? God, I hope so.
At least then we won't have to play happy family.
What's that?
Oh, Joe and David wanted me to hand these out.
Well, aren't you a good girlfriend?
It's an annual tradition.
- Being a good girlfriend? - I'm an amazing girlfriend.
He's so fucking lucky.
And, no, the party is an annual tradition.
It's a stupid tradition.
- Says the girl who's dressed like an elf.
Did you, um, did you hear about Troy?
No.
He... died last night,
in an accident with Michelle Weaver.
- Oh, my god. - Yeah.
Did you guys... um...
Did you guys, like, do it?
No, we... we only went out for, like, three weeks.
It's fine. In three weeks, I totally would have fucked him, like, 30 times.
Well, I didn't really like him that much.
Who said anything about liking him?
Well, what kind of accident?
- I don't really know. - I hope his family's okay.
Confirmation from the fire department on two dead.
Looks like it was deliberate.
Traces of gas have been found at the scene.
What?
Uh...
Come on. Spit it out, Fullard.
Manny was speaking with the fire inspector.
It's early, but he thinks it was deliberate.
Found traces of gas on the ground
and the starter cables were cut.
Shit.
It might not be related to the Santa Claus at the mall.
Oh, come on.
What are you thinking?
Like a serial killer?
Hey, I don't want anyone speaking those words out loud, you got it?
- Then what? - I don't know.
Let's just take it easy and compile evidence.
Better yet, a suspect list.
Wait, shouldn't they have the same mo?
They do. They're all dead.
Uh, mayor's office called.
They're worried about Christmas being ruined.
Kathy, can you get NYPD homicide on the line, please?
He's been on line two for five minutes.
You know he called you the Grinch?
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
I got three murders in two nights and he's worried about people not spending enough?
Kathy!
Line two!
He hung up!
Okay, I'll get him back.
Hey, don't shoot the messenger.
I think the mayor's just worried that one of the victims is a voter.
Doesn't wanna lose too many.
Kathy! Get me the bureau!
Feds?
Yeah, we're out of our depth on this one.
- What do you need? - A drink.
I'm okay.
Told Joe to fuck right off, you know what I mean?
- Oh my god! - All right.
Cheers ladies!
Okay.
This one's totally going on my Facebook wall.
Don't tag me.
My boyfriend thinks I'm babysitting.
Yeah. My mom thinks I'm studying.
Hey, beautiful lady!
- Hey, lady! - Oh god.
- Hey, sexy lady! Whoo! - Great.
The last thing I want right now is to be hit on.
Funny, that's the first thing that I want.
Why don't we go to the sun house? I have the key.
We'd have the whole place to ourselves.
What's there?
More alcohol.
Hey, hot mama!
Sure.
Probably a small cock anyway.
I'm just gonna use the bathroom.
Let's not stay here alone.
Maybe we should have sacrificed Courtney to those guys.
Wow. Remind me why we're friends again?
Hello?
Are you okay?
Honey, honey.
Are you okay?
Oh my god! Oh, my god!
Please, no!
No!
But baby, I wanna play!
Let's not be greedy, Mrs. Claus.
Four birds. Four birds.
'Tis more than enough for one day.
So, Santa Claus?
And Mrs. Claus?
Do you know why they didn't hurt you?
One sec, okay?
Talk to me.
Four dead girls.
- Girls? - Yeah, teenagers.
- Underage. - Shit.
She say anything?
Yeah, something about two freaks
dressed up as Mr. and Mrs. Claus.
At least the mayor's gonna love that.
Never mind the press. We need to start running with it.
Get as much as you can on them.
Mayor's on the line. He wants to talk to you.
That was fast. Jesus.
Get on the horn, right now.
Get the mall to pull their Santa Claus off.
What?
Before some yahoo blows his fucking brains out.
No, we've got media blackout on this.
Oh, really?
Twitter and Facebook disagree.
Pigs.
Why don't we call your parents now, okay?
Or I can.
Santa Claus?
He's dressed as fucking Santa Claus?
Yes.
God damn it.
I'm gonna put a curfew in place.
- Excuse me? - A curfew.
There's no evidence these two are related, is there?
With all due respect, Mr. mayor,
you're not a law enforcement officer.
No, I'm the mayor, and somebody has to run this town.
Do you have any idea what will happen to Christmas sales
if you close that mall?
If people keep dying, there won't be any customers left.
You get your ass out there and you find this guy and this girl
and you lock 'em up and you throw away the key.
In the meantime, you let me run this town.
- Bob! We have to come to... - That's enough!
I was selected on a platform of decency and promoting family values in Woodridge.
These murders are fucking that image up.
Aren't you going to a strip club this week?
Yeah, because I put money in the local economy.
I support local business and I get to see the voters up close.
Very close up, I'm sure.
Yeah.
I am particularly looking forward to...
Seeing my niece.
Who's all grown up now.
Just starting at vixens.
Excuse me. I have an investigation to run.
And I've got a town to run.
And you will not pull Santa out of that mall.
You will double his security.
Is that clear?
Good.
Dispatch, this is unit 215.
The feds have arrived. It looks like the cavalry
made it just before the snow drifts
completely cut the roads off.
Copy that, 215.
I guess we'll have to make some room in the office.
10-4.
- So how many? - Seven.
The four girls, a young couple, and Santa.
Missing a number.
Excuse me?
One, two and four.
Shit, are you saying there could be three more bodies out there?
It's highly possible.
Perhaps a remote or isolated location.
Might just be that we haven't found them yet.
These descriptions of the killers are accurate?
Oh, they're accurate.
Those are from the CCTV last night.
Not saying they're easy to swallow.
Okay, the lady. We figure mid-twenties.
She's Mrs. Claus, for lack of a better explanation.
The guy? Well, Santa.
Is he as big as Santa?
About 30 to 40 years of age, we figure.
Ex-military? Former cop?
Somebody who has the ability to move quickly.
And take multiple victims down.
Yeah. This Mrs. Claus is just for show.
She's like, um, letting off a stun grenade.
This guy's the real deal.
Okay.
Well, we can't release any information on the killer to the press.
What?
If he doesn't know we're onto him, he'll keep using the suit.
May be a good way to spot him.
Oh, so just look for a guy in a Santa suit at Christmas?
To be honest, I don't think this guy cares.
Why do you say that?
'Cause he let a girl live to tell a tale.
He wants people to know.
You don't have to pander to that.
Yeah, but that may make him keep killing until he gets the recognition he wants.
Let's have a tight control on information out to the public here.
This is a small town.
Come on, guys. People are talking already.
Either way, you need to find who the victims were on the third day
because there seems to be a piece of this puzzle missing.
- And we'll need your men on it. - Oh, great.
Go door to door if you have to.
- It's a big town. - You said it was a small town.
I suggest you get every available man on it.
Find out if anyone has gone missing in the last few days.
I don't suppose you guys want to lend a hand, do ya?
"Many hands make light work," isn't that what they say?
Between the training experience myself and the other agents have,
us doing grunt work would be a poor use of our time.
I'm sure your deputies are more than capable.
We'll stay here and review the evidence.
Okay, okay.
What else do you need?
How about a connection between the victims.
We need to understand how he's choosing them.
He's targeting them at night. We know that much, at least.
Nah, there's something else.
They didn't know each other. None of them did.
And I can't establish any other connection between them.
Hey, hey. We're not here to step on anyone's toes.
Neither am I! I'm just trying to catch this fucking guy!
Guys, the clock's ticking. This guy's killing every day.
I'll double the patrols at night.
The curfew'll go into effect.
Remember sheriff, you called us.
Klein.
Yeah, I'm at the Frenchen residence.
We've got three dead bodies.
Yup.
The mom, Mrs. Frenchen, the daughter...
And I found their dog as well.
I haven't touched anything.
Okay. I'll be here.
This is probably just another small town nut looking for attention.
The sooner these cases stop getting media coverage,
the sooner the crazies will realize there's no point
in trying to get this type of attention.
My money's on a lone gunman.
I'm going with postal worker.
Postal worker would have shot the place up.
Fuck, then maybe it actually is Santa Claus.
Is anyone betting on that?
If it was Santa Claus, where did he park his sleigh and reindeer?
Maybe he's gone green and drives a Prius?
My wife drives one of those.
Oh, yeah? Can she account for her whereabouts recently?
Yeah. I know where yours has been.
I'm getting coffee. Anyone?
No, thanks.
Where the fire ripped through the county snow plow yard
destroying nearly all of the county's plows...
Hello?
Okay. Just stay there.
Don't touch anything. I'm gonna get the guys.
Who are they?
Show me. Three of them?
Right. We're on our way.
We're gonna...
Help me!
Woodridge is a town gripped with fear.
With the latest massacre of five FBI agents,
there is now a feeling amongst the residents
that the Sheriff Department is overwhelmed by the situation,
prompting many people to leave this town during the holiday.
After all, if the FBI aren't safe, then who is?
Yes, I understand.
Certainly, certainly.
All right.
Whoever they were, they move quick.
Agent Klein managed to get off one shot, so he may have been hit.
Well, we're checking the blood now but, to be fair,
there's a lot of it, so it's gonna take a while.
He's hit?
Possibly.
We've taken blood samples from the deceased agents
and we're cross-matching that against all the blood we found on the scene.
If there's anything extra, we know it's from
the perp and it's likely he's been hit.
Okay, Fullard, let's get the bloodhounds down here on the chance he's been hit.
He's local.
The feds have a net set up around town, so he's here.
Also, Jim, he, um...
He removed their fingers.
Fingers?
Yep. From each and everyone of them.
- Even the bird. - The bird?
Bird. Yeah.
The woman.
Oh, right. I keep forgetting you're a Brit.
Let's let the fuckers bleed to death for this.
The same finger?
Yeah. The, uh, wedding band finger.
We're gonna need some more FBI guys down here.
How is he picking them? That's what I wanna know.
There's no way he could know which agents the FBI would send there.
It's totally at random. They could be from anywhere.
No, it's the opportunity.
Could've been these five.
Could've been the goddamn cleaning staff.
But he is escalating the numbers.
Till he gets to how many?
Maybe the number doesn't matter.
Maybe they're getting close to something.
Fullard, photograph all the notes these guys had.
Maybe they were on to something.
Yeah, well, the press is gonna want a release.
Yeah, yeah.
But if they were wanted by the cops,
why risk everything by coming back in here.
No, we were all out there. All of us.
Hunting him down.
Streets would've been full of cops.
But this place was quiet.
Exactly.
Anything else?
I'll let you know when I get the results of the blood tests.
Happy hunting, Jim.
Thanks.
Yeah, there is actually something else.
Farmer Peterson's raging mad.
About what?
Says his geese were killed.
Is this guy for real? Take a fucking number.
That's what I thought.
So what are you gonna do about my geese?
I came out here, there they are.
What are you gonna do about it?
- Yeah. Mr. Peterson.. - That's your job.
- Mr. Peterson, yeah... - what are you gonna do about this?
I know how you came out and all your geese were found dead...
No, not all my geese. Are ya blind? Look.
There's six of them dead. Six.
Hey, did you say six?
Nice try, Joe!
Asshole.
We're checking the CCTV from the mall,
but it looks like a lot of cameras aren't working.
There's a lot of places to hide inside there when the place is open
and a lot of exits to slip out when it's closed.
But I've got men questioning all the staff who were left in there.
Something will turn up.
We'll find this guy.
So, sheriff, what are you saying? No one here's safe?
Look, Lucy, panicking is exactly what this guy wants.
Well, who do the fingers belong to?
Uh, that information is not releasable to the public at the moment.
So you know?
Whatever the reason, this guy's reaching out to your daughter.
Why would he? What would he want with me?
I don't know.
The letter... do you recognize the handwriting?
Why would we know him?
Lucy, I'm just asking.
Anything you know could help.
This is the first time he's reached out to anyone by name.
We're looking for a connection and Jennifer may be it.
Are you saying they're targeting my family?
Do you know of anyone with a grudge against you?
Particularly at Christmas?
- No. - No.
I'm putting a unit on your house and Jen till we catch him.
- Who is he? - We don't know.
Do we know why he's doing this?
Not yet, but we're getting closer.
He left Courtney alive.
Have you seen anything strange in the last few days?
Phone calls?
No.
- What about the name? - St. Nick?
I assumed it was just a bad Santa Claus joke.
Joke?
Yeah, sometimes these killers like to...
Like to hide out in the open.
And it may be someone you know, so don't go walking around alone
until we nab this creep and his accomplice.
Jen, time's a factor here.
Would you be willing to do a polygraph test?
That's enough!
This may be the quickest way to find out if
she knows anything that she hasn't said yet.
- I'm calling Rihann Frenchen. - You can't, Lucy.
I can call a lawyer anytime I want.
She's not even under arrest, for Christ's sake.
She's the victim here.
You can't call Rihann Frenchen.
And why the hell not?
Because her whole family has been murdered.
We're leaving.
- Come on, Jennifer. - We're not finished...
Come on!
That went well.
Yeah, keep an eye on them.
Well, you don't think they're suspect?
No, but I got a connection now.
Jen worked at the grotto at the mall.
First victim.
No, she hasn't worked there long enough.
I've known Jen my whole life. I don't think she's involved.
Then maybe someone connected with her.
- Fullard? - Uh, yeah.
You with me here?
Yeah. Sorry, I just, uh...
I think it's a weak connection.
Yeah but it's some connection.
The second victim, Troy, her ex-boyfriend.
And now David Frenchen's daughter.
That's too much coincidence for me.
Add to that the fact her best friend, Courtney,
was the only girl left alive at the bar attack.
Um... did you get my message?
Mm, no, I've been a little busy.
Farmer Peterson called.
- And? - Geese have been poisoned.
Is this like the time the government salted his corn
because he turned in a UFO report?
Jim. There were six of them.
- Six? - Yeah.
Oh.
- Good. - How's that good?
Could've been six dead bodies.
Oh. True.
- Did he see anything? - No.
Hello?
Is someone there?
Front door, open.
Hello?
Mom?
Dad?
Whoever's there better show themselves.
Courtney?
Hey.
Is it okay if I...
I didn't wanna be alone. Even in daylight.
Yeah. It's okay. You okay?
Aren't you working today?
Shopping mall's closed.
What is it?
Lisa.
She didn't come home last night.
Her parents are worried.
Oh, god.
- Did she call you? - No.
- We have to stick together. - Together?
Court, this psycho is targeting everyone.
Jen, I was with four friends in a busy bar
and that didn't stop anything.
- We have to do something. - What?
Let's not wait to be a victim.
Okay. But... but how?
I don't know.
You saw these guys.
Maybe there's some connection that we're not making
that not even the sheriff can see.
Everyone so far has had a connection with either me or my family.
Well, what do you wanna do?
I don't know.
What do we know about Woodridge?
Woodridge. It's just a sleepy town.
No, no, there's something, I know there is.
- We should look into it. - Are you sure?
I'm not gonna be a victim again.
Look, I can assure you we are doing everything we can to catch the perpetrator.
While the manhunt and investigation are still ongoing,
I can't give you any information that would jeopardize that.
Deputy, what about the reports of the missing girl?
Could it possibly be the work of this crazed killer?
I can't comment on anything that will compromise this investigation.
And you guys aren't making it any better by trying to create panic out there.
Deputy, don't you think your inaction may have cost them their lives?
Look, me and the team are working around the clock...
didn't put a curfew in place.
The mayor is saying it should have been
implemented the moment the first body was found.
Did that come out of the mayor's mouth?
Sure did. Care to comment?
We'll see about that.
Don't... sheriff?
They're like jackals in there.
You got some fucking nerve!
You useless sack of shit!
You've been nothing but a hindrance in this entire investigation!
If I catch this asshole, you best hope I don't
try to indict your ass for obstruction!
- Jim! - You wouldn't dare.
- Try me. - -Jim!
I want you gone by the end of the day!
- Listen, mayor... - Can it!
Sheriff Mitchell is relieved of his duties.
You are temporary sheriff.
And you have a drinking problem.
And it just will not do anymore.
I no longer have any faith in your ability to perform your duties.
Now, I'm outta here.
I'm going to my son's bachelor party
and by the time I'm back, I want you gone!
Prick.
- No handcuffs. - Okay.
Nice fucking shot.
So...
So what happened to Peterson today?
Ah, something was vandalized.
Vandalized?
Yeah, some milking machines or some shit like that.
Peterson's an asshole.
He's almost as popular as I am.
Come on, let's go get a coffee.
Yeah.
The sheriff's department has issued an urgent plea to the public
for help with their investigations into the killings.
If you have any information you think may help,
contact Woodridge pd immediately.
What?
Lisa swan's parents are freaking out, Jim.
Did we get a unit over to the pool?
I went myself.
Turns out she was the last one...
Turns out she was the last one there, to do some extra swim practice,
which isn't unusual, but then nothing.
CCTV?
Disabled.
Anything else?
Yeah, we found swans in the pool.
- What? - Little toy swans.
Oh. Good.
How's that good?
Could've been bodies, Sam.
Hey, what do you want me to tell Lisa swan's parents?
Where did this come from?
Sam!
What?
Hey, does anybody else know about this red box?
Jim, we should get bomb squad on this.
It's not his style.
What the hell is that?
I told you I'd keep the mall open.
Hey, this is on me.
So do you want me to be naughty or nice?
I've always liked naughty girls.
What do you want for Christmas?
I want you. Unwrapped.
And I wanna find these crazies that are killing our taxpayers.
Well, it's your lucky day.
Why is that?
Because Santa Claus is coming to town!
Oh, this is not gonna be good for the local economy.
Have fun, baby!
Merry Christmas, everyone!
What the fuck?
Dispatch. I need a unit right away over to vixens strip club.
Multiple 1-8-7s.
It isn't... it's not live.
Ah, fuck.
What do we do now?
Call the coroner.
Tell him to bring a lot of body bags.
Jen, I don't know. We've been at it for hours
and we still haven't found anything.
- There's plenty of murders just... - nothing this gruesome.
Shit.
I don't know.
Have you tried searching your parents?
My parents?
Yeah, I mean, they're whiter than white,
but we all know our parents are just as fucked up as we are.
Hey, it's worth a shot.
Is that your mom?
Yeah.
Who's that guy?
A state of emergency has now been declared in northeast New York
as a record nine feet of snow has effectively buried some towns and roads.
St. Lawrence, Jefferson and Lewis counties are still the most badly affected.
With many towns in Lewis now completely inaccessible, even by air.
This, of course, means that residents in the community of Woodridge
are effectively on their own
trapped in extreme weather in this town with the Christmas killer
still at large after slaughtering five FBI agents.
With the weather not likely to improve for several days,
it's difficult not to feel sorry for those who are trapped...
There's a storm coming.
Ah, for Christ's sakes, Fullard.
No need to get so melodramatic about the whole issue.
Um, I mean there's an actual storm coming.
You know, bad weather, falling trees, blizzards, et cetera?
I think that's really gonna delay the new feds.
Great.
They get anything back from the lab on the DNA for that apple?
Pear? No, we didn't really pull anything off the swab.
Didn't get any fingerprints that were any good either.
Say again?
I mean, like, the swab wasn't very good.
And the fingerprints...
We don't have the kind of database to do...
No, no, no, no. Not that part.
Did you say pear?
- Yeah. - I thought it was an apple.
Well, so did I, but it's a pear.
Why?
Pear?
Pear... pear tree.
- Uh... what was his name? - Who?
The mall Santa... the guy... The Santa at the mall.
- Come on, come on. - I got it. Got it here.
- Uh... - Come on.
- James. - James? James what?
- Partridge. - Ja...
Wake everybody up. I've got it.
Got what?
How the son of a bitch is targeting people.
Sheriff, they're, uh, coming in but the storm...
Yeah, yeah.
We've been looking at this all wrong.
We've been expecting the number of murders to match the day,
with a link to Jennifer and her family.
But there's more to it than that.
Sheriff, what are you talking about?
"On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
- A partridge in a pear tree." - Oh shit.
"On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
two turtle doves." Turtle dove point.
"Three French hens"... The Frenchens.
Three of them.
What is it?
Uh, the song. I can't remember the... the, uh...
- The lines... - "Four calling birds."
"Four calling birds."
"Birds," the British term for girls.
Four birds. Four women.
Which is why they left Courtney alive.
Oh fuck!
"Five golden rings."
The FBI guys.
- Peterson's geese! - "Six geese a-laying."
"Seven swans a-swimming."
Then something doesn't match up here, 'cause last I checked,
we didn't have eight milk maids killed.
No, I'm wrong. Peterson's farm.
There's a spot at the back. Eight milk maid machines.
Completely destroyed.
Umm... "Nine ladies dancing!"
The strippers at the ViXen club.
Uh... "Ten lords a leaping."
The mayor's son's bachelor party. Ten of them dead.
This is good, good, good. Umm...
It's not over yet though, Jim.
There's twelve days of Christmas.
There's still two lines left in that song.
Yeah, I know. But he's local.
- He has to be. - Yeah but how can you be sure?
Peterson's geese.
Uh... swans in a swimming pool,
five FBI agents show up for their fingers to be hacked off.
Yeah. He's local.
Or he knows somebody who is.
You have to have access to Peterson's farm
to get in twice without being spotted.
Which is right next to Jen's old house.
The swimming pool is...
I'll be right back, sheriff. I gotta check something.
Yeah, yeah. The swimming pool...
Swimming pool... swimming pool.
Kathy!
Let's get some Christmas music in here.
Did he just say Christmas music?
Front door, open.
Hey! Have you eaten yet?
Jen?
Who's sergeant Nicholas Conway?
Oh, god.
Mom?
You know that frank and I love you very much.
Mom, I need to know. What is this?
When I was younger...
Before I met your... frank...
I was married.
To who?
Nick Conway.
He was a very popular guy and... He was in the British military.
Handsome.
He, um...
He came back from the Gulf war.
Kosovo, places I've never even heard of and, uh...
He changed, Jen. He...
He became... mean.
Nasty.
I was terrified.
I...
I tried to make a happy life with him.
He used to say he was like a bullet in a chamber
and the trigger had been pulled.
What did he do?
On Christmas Eve...
He, um...
He attacked me.
- Tried to murder me. - God.
- He came at me with a knife. - Jesus!
The police...
They arrested him.
I-I had to leave him.
Mom?
I'm sorry.
I divorced him.
And Mrs. Frenchen? She represented you.
That's why you always refer to her as your lawyer
even though she only did divorce cases?
That's right.
And this happened at Christmas, didn't it?
Served divorce papers on Christmas day.
He said that I had broken up the family.
Christ!
He went off the deep end.
They, uh, took him to a mental institution to get help.
And he escaped?
No. That's just it.
The mental institution burned down three years ago.
Nick Conway died.
- At least I... - You thought he died?
They found all of his teeth in the ashes.
I mean, they wrote a death certificate
based on all of his teeth and a burnt corpse.
Well, clearly, he didn't die, mom.
He's out!
He's out.
Wait...
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 shit 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, uh, 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.
Oh, god.
Jen?
Hello?
Frank?!
- Front door, open.
Frank?!
Merry Christmas, sweetheart!
- Frank! - Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Frank! Oh, no, no, no.
Frank isn't joining us for the rest of his life.
You need a new husband!
Please, Nick.
Oh, 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 shit!
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."
Shit!
- 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...
Fuck 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.
Oh, 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 are gonna play a game.
And then we'll see how far the apple falls from the tree.
You like it?
It's an IED.
Absolutely amazing what you can buy at a hardware store these days. Hmm?
Why are you doing this?
For your protection.
From what?
From people that don't believe in anything.
You could do better than that, Jennifer.
You gotta fight for what's right!
No, you know what you have to do?
You've got to kill for what's right.
And I know you can.
You only let the light to show the way.
- Me? - Yeah.
Because you and I...
We're the same.
You and me, kiddo.
And I got you a brand new mommy.
You're gonna love her.
Come on, get some!
Yummy.
I'm not gonna love her or you.
And don't pretend you love me,
because you would never kill my friend if you did.
How dare you!
Love never dies, Jennifer.
They're gonna catch you and they're gonna kill you.
No. No, baby.
No, they're not.
But you know what?
If you want me dead...
Here, all you have to do is do it yourself.
- What? - There you go.
There you go, baby.
The power's in your hands.
Just pull the trigger. Go for it.
- Pull the trigger.
I can't kill anyone.
Oh. Maybe you have to.
Cause if you don't, I might pull this trigger.
And you wanna guess what that does?
Hmm?
Now, be a good girl and put the gun up
or I might blow mom away.
Attagirl. Raise it up.
Come on. Come on.
That's it.
Come on. Come on.
That's it. Go!
Come on!
Come on baby girl. That's it.
Come on. Do it!
You see?
You and I are not all that dissimilar.
You only lack the motivation.
Get away from her.
You're insane!
Call me dad.
Hey, look.
Whoa. Hold it tight.
Hold it tight. There we go.
Or you'll kill all of us.
Do you love her?
What?
It's Christmas, David!
Do... you... love her?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
That's nice, isn't it?
Every father wants to hear that his little baby girl is loved.
They really do.
You know what the only problem with it all is?
He doesn't ever really want to hear it from another guy.
Oh, well.
Don't you fucking move!
- Where is he? - Fuck you!
- Call for backup! - Sheriff, we don't have time for that.
We don't have time to wait.
Call it in!
We've got one suspect in custody.
I need backup and EMR right now immediately down to Phil's bar.
We have company, Jennifer.
Okay, listen, baby.
I'm gonna make things real interesting, 'cause time is short.
In ten seconds, both of those IED vests are gonna explode.
But, you can pick who lives and who dies.
- Eight seconds. - I can't.
Of course you can. If you do nothing, both will die.
Where's the sense in that?
- No! - Come on.
Four, three, two...
You see?
There you are.
Yes. You can kill.
Attagirl.
You can kill.
You just need the right motivation.
When someone takes something from you that you love,
you'll kill to protect it.
Just. Like. Me.
You're safe now, Jennifer.
We got it from here.
Don't you listen to him. You're not safe.
He's just gonna lock me up and I'll escape
and then I'll find you... Both of you!
So what's my baby girl gonna do?
Close your eyes.
No!
It was a stun grenade.
You're safe. You're safe.
He's gone.
The horrific Christmas killings that rocked the sleepy town of Woodridge
came to a terrifying conclusion this morning,
with an early hours massacre at an event in Phil's bar,
the main drinking establishment in this now infamous town.
A series of bizarre murders and vandalism that crescendoed
over the last 12 days finally climaxed with a deadly assault
on the patrons of a music event.
Details are still emerging, but we do know
that so many people were killed and injured,
that extra emergency personnel had to be brought in from neighboring counties,
with victims still being taken to hospital well into daylight.
One suspect is believed to be in police custody while the other,
army veteran, Nick Conway, is still at large.
Local police chief, sheriff Mitchell, issued a warning
to the public not to approach Conway,
but to instead call 911 immediately,
as he's still considered extremely dangerous.
It's doubtful that the residents of this small town
will be able to forget what happened
over these terrifying 12 days of Christmas.
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.
Hmm.
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. - Hmm.
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.
You're gonna pay for everything you did.
You'd better watch out.