Deck the Halls

Right there.

You're in my spot. - Really?

Thanks for keeping it warm.

Martini me.

Up. And dry.

Yeah.

So, as the youngest full partner --

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. What?

Really? You can do that?

Go home, Romeo.

But -- but you -- you were gonna show me how to --

No. You know, I'm just a big tease.

Remember me?

Of course.

Who could ever forget you?

Well...

now you're in my spot.

Lieutenant Gindi, please.

Yeah, this is Reilly.

Tell Eli I just did his job... again.

Bagged the real Back Alley Slasher.

Yeah -- Can you hold on a second?

Hey, Pops. What's up?

Mommy did what?

Would you hold still? - It tickles.

Luke, darling, aren't you forgetting something?

How silly of me.

I like that. Blood red.

Well, of course, Nora, on you --

what other color would I use?- Okay, you two.

My turn.

Now, that makes for a very spooky...

Christmas in New York.

Yes, and soon-to-be a very spooky New Year's,

thanks to you, Regan, dear.

Not that I don't love my new rug.

Mother, how long are you going to keep blaming me

for you breaking your leg?

You are the one who slipped.

Easter sounds about right.

You're a lot of help.

I'm not the one who gave her

a widower-making birthday present.

Hey! Widower-making?!

Is that the best you got? - Huh?

Of course, you know, this means war! Ha ha!

Bring it on, Pops! - I'll "Pops" you.

How I've missed this!

How's this, honey?

Unh-unh, unh-unh.

Just a squinch more this way.

This is as jolly as I get with a toothache.

Please make up your mind.

Perfect. Do. Not. Move.

Well, I can promise you that.

This tooth is killing me.

When's my dentist appointment again?

It's not till after lunch, honey.

Stop your whining, handsome.

There's plenty of time to relax

and enjoy my beautiful tree.

It is kind of nice.

Think it'll snow by Christmas?

See what Santa has planned for the greater New York area,

shall we?

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Looks like cold and colder for the rest of the week.

Well, it's been hot and hotter in L.A.,

so chillin' sounds just fine to me.

I'd imagine that it does.

"Luke, how's that daughter of yours doing?"

"Funny you should ask.

Let me check the paper to find out."

"Regan Reilly, private investigator,

risks her life to draw out the Back Alley Slasher."

Dad, it was just another case.

No, it's not just another case.

You catch a serial killer, clear your client,

make the national news, and -- hello? --

didn't think to mention it to your parents?

What hasn't she told us this time?

No. Here. Read all about her.

Anything about who's she's dating?

No, just the usual murder and mayhem.

So, Mom, what's on your schedule for today?

Any errands I can run?

Anything I can arrange for your radio interview tomorrow?

No, thank you, dear.

Besides, I thought you were going into the city.

There is a great sale at Bloomie's.

I've got a pretty light day.

I'll be happy to pick you up after.

No, you don't, mister!

What? - Ha!

You have a dentist appointment,

and you have canceled twice already.

Third time's the charm.

Regan, here.

Meet your dad here at the dentist at 1:00.

They're delivering

our Christmas tree this afternoon.

Yes, and I will be here to greet the big strong men

who carry it in and set it up.

You think this is funny, do you?

I think -- I'm gonna go grab a shower.

You -- go shower.

Kiss.

You -- go work.

Fine.

Yes. Ha ha.

Love you.

Me? I'm gonna treat my leg to a nice nap.

Willy, honey, did you drown in there?

The steam makes my tooth feel better!

Stop being such a baby.

Honey, you know how I feel about wasting good hot water.

All right?

Five more minutes, and then it's my turn.

Hey, when's my birthday again?

Willy!

And your birthday. - I'm not doing this right now!

And our anniversary. - Come on!

And when you put all our numbers in a row

on a $40 million winning lottery ticket

like one of us was smart enough to do,

what do you get?

Annoyed!

Willy, please don't use up all the hot water!

There's an ocean of hot water in here, Alvirah,

and the answer is, what you get...

is "never have to clean another house or fix another faucet" rich.

Why don't you get in here with me,

and maybe you'll get lucky twice.

Let me help you with that, Mr. R.

No, no, no, no. I've got it, Rosie.

I've got it.

My family already thinks I'm helpless enough as it is.

For you and the boys.

Thank you!

And...

for Santa.

And...

his helper.

Ho ho ho.

30 Christmases have passed...

since I first opened Garden Gate with the dream

of offering those who have lost their loved ones

a funeral home like no other.

And as we gather here today for our annual Christmas party,

it is my pleasure to thank each and every one of you

for another year of excellence in service

and to be reminded,

once again, that no matter how full

our work days may be,

to take a moment to celebrate...

...all that life has to offer.

Blah, blah, blah.

Charlie!

Nice to see you, too.

All right, everyone.

Scurry back to your crummy little jobs,

with your crummy little gifts,

while boss man here counts his bag full of money.

What? Not giving out any pink slips this year, Santa?

You're drunk, Charlie. - Yes, I am.

And I've gotten pretty good at it, too, thanks to you!

Okay, stop it, Charlie. - I'm just getting started.

No, that's enough. Let's go.

Luke.

It's okay, Austin. I'm fine.

Actually...

we have another problem.

I hated to interrupt you, but I've done everything I can,

and he's been utterly inconsolable

for the past half an hour.

And with all the guests waiting...

Mr. Dingle?

Mr. Dingle, it's Luke Reilly.

I had the great honor of knowing your uncle Cuthbert quite well.

And that he donated his fortune to promote childhood literacy

was a wonderful thing.

So every bell on every street corner

that the volunteers of Jingle Book House

will proudly ring on Christmas now and forever...

will honor your uncle Cuthbert's goodness and generosity.