Leverage

Standard forecast for the next 5 days.

Unusually high temperatures here in Boston...

Parker...

Give it! Thank you.

Look, the weather forecast is the same on every single channel.

Well it's not Christmas without snow.

Parker, you're not gonna get a white Christmas this year.

All we need is for this low-pressure system

from Canada to come down and bring us a blast of cold air and precipitation.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

- Where are you going? - Caroling.

Oh. Caroling?

You do realize there's a Christmas party in the bar.

Oh, son of a...

Well?

I want flurries. Make it happen.

- There he is. Hey. - Hey.

Hi. This is for you.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay. See you later.

Bah, humbug.

Nate! There's a client here to see you.

We're closed. It's the holidays.

No, I really think we should talk to this one.

It's Santa.

Ah, don't you think?

Really?

The rich and powerful take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes, bad guys make the best good guys.

We provide... leverage.

Well, that's quite a list you've got there,

but the question is,

have you been nice?

Uh-huh. Of course you have!

Here you are, my dear! Thank you!

And who's next? Come on, Frank. Up, up, up. Let's go.

Well, uh, Santa's a little busy right now, Mr. Dooley.

Yeah, well, Santa's also a little bit drunk, everyone... Sorry.

That's not mine. That's not mine.

Well, we found it in your locker, Frank,

and you're fired. Come on. Come on.

No, no, no! Santa's not fired!

No, no, not in front of the kids!

Please, no. But the children, the children.

Hey, come on, take over. No need to push.

No need to push.

Okay. Let's get Christmas rollin'.

Mm. Beard up. Beard up. Oh. Right.

Okay, let's get Christmas going again, people.

All right, merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

But the children.

This is so humiliating.

I-I am no drunk!

He lied.

I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in years.

You can ask my wife.

This guy Dooley, the... the mall owner...

Why would he want to frame you?

Over the past month,

he's fired all the old Santas,

guys who've worked the mall for years.

And the replacements?

They don't look like Santas, Mr. Ford.

They look like criminals.

I walked in on them meeting with Dooley,

and they all clammed up.

They're up to something.

Hey, I told Dooley, I'm the senior Santa.

I run the toys for Tykes Drive every Christmas Eve.

If he fired me without cause, I'd sue.

So he framed me to get me out of the way.

Poor Santa.

Well, this is not just some part-time job I've lost.

I make appearances as Santa all year 'round.

It's who I am.

But who'd let their kids near me now, huh?

I just want my reputation back.

I want to be Santa again.

Uh...Okay.

Uh, thank you, Frank.

Uh, we're gonna... Talk it over.

Okay, thanks. Thanks.

Uh, no, no, no. Thank you.

The Christmas spirit has a way of sneaking up on you, you know.

What?

Parker, now, this... this is too thin.

Besides, we were all gonna take a break from each other

and not spend the holidays together... Come on.

Okay. Bad enough it's Christmas

and there's no snow on the ground,

but this is Santa we're talking about, okay?

We can't turn away Santa!

You know that's not really Santa, right?

Obviously. Santa lives at the north pole.

Okay, uh, pop...

A little more smile.

No. Kill it. Too much smile.

All right. Mom?

You're great. One second.

I need junior over here.

And you... Soot! Good times.

Kris Kringle, open up the eyes, man.

Come on, it's Christmas. You're scaring the kids.

On three.

28...19...3!

Yeah, that should be on a magazine.

All right, get on. Who's next?

Oh. It's quite fun being able to shop on the job.

Ooh, that's quite nice.

Is that what you want?

If I'm gonna get that engraved for you,

I'll need to know your real name.

You know what's also quite nice?

A gift certificate.

Oh. Sure. Yeah. That's nice, too.

Okay, looks like I'm up.

Lots of energy, love. Every job's important.

Mr. Dooley.

Hi. Anton Underhill. Retail consul...

I really don't have time for this.

Well, time is money... Hmm.

...And that's what I'm offering you.

Parker? Elliot?

Quick.

Mr. Dooley's not in his office at the moment.

Can I have him return your call?

Feliz Navidad.

All these are for Mr. Dooley?

They are if his name is...

Ashley.

That's my name! No kidding?

Yeah. I swear.

Now, why would someone bring him a bunch of packages

when a pretty little thing like you is sitting right there?

- There's so many of them. - Yeah.

I'll tell you what.

What if we open just one?

It's not Christmas yet.

It feels like Christmas to me right now.

Eliot?

Mm, chocolates!

Outstanding. Yum.

Classic. Mm-hmm.

You know what?

Since we're...

Let me, uh...

Now, this one here...

That feels like lingerie to me.

I'm just saying... I deliver a lot of packages,

and it feels like lingerie to me.

Sad.

Happy.

Dooley framed Santa with his own scotch.

It's a wonder there's any shoppers at all.

You got obstructed sight lines,

the signage is at the wrong height,

and you've got, uh, you know, you've got the bad element,

chasing up the good?

What can I do? Twin pines took all my customers.

Okay, well, what if I were to tell you that my methods

would get more shoppers to open up their wallets, huh?

Hmm? Not too late to make a killing on Christmas Eve.

You know what? I'm really not interested, okay?

But why don't you check out the sales at Talarico?

Denim jackets are half off.

Think about it.

Eben Dooley Jr. inherited the regency square mall

three years ago after his father passed

and has since nearly run it into the ground.

According to his computer files, he...

Turn that off!

Parker!

What?

As I was saying,

according to his computer files,

he's been inflating income.

And the reality is

the mall is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Well, that would explain the anti-anxiety meds.

Oh, I'd pop pills, too, if I had his gambling debts.

Parker, is that the Lion of Gilgamesh?

Mm-hmm. Stole it in Dubai in '05.

Think it looks nice next to the star sapphire I took from the Prado.

Okay, careful!

You've got like millions of dollars' worth of loot on that tree.

Happy Birthday, Jesus.

Hey, guys, check this out.

Eben's on a flight on Christmas Eve to San Lorenzo.

And those Santas? Ex-cons.

See, the facial recognition ... it focuses on the eyes.

Thought they could fool me with those fake beards.

Sad.

Are you kidding me?

Yeah. Yeah, it's an insurance scam.

He's desperate for money,

so he fires the old Santas,