Christmas Crime Story

* Silent Night

* Holy Night

* All is calm

* All is bright

* Round yon virgin

* Mother and child

* Holy infant so tender and mild

* Sleep in heavenly peace

* Sleep in heavenly peace

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

How's your day?

- Interesting. - Ha.

Where's Homicide?

They're dragging ass as usual.

So, here's what we got:

Santa Claus there is your trigger man,

his real name is Randall Edwards.

The clerk is, was Heather Harrington, she's DOA.

Ambulance is in route, there's no sign of the money yet

and this one was a silent alarm.

- Just another Christmas Eve, huh?

- Oh, yeah, and get this, Santa Claus says he didn't do it.

- Of course he didn't, how could he?

He's out delivering all those toys, right?

Huh, joker.

Hey, you want a candy cane?

- No, man. - Ah, come on.

No, no, no.

- I'm going in. - How's Julia?

Oh, she loves Christmas.

At least somebody does.

- What the hell are you doing in my crime scene?

Shouldn't you be on the street

controlling the crowds, officer?

Am I in uniform?

- Yeah, congratulations, now step off.

Last thing I need is a DA up my ass

'cause some dumb shit trampled my scene, let's go.

Pardon me, Serpico.

What was that?

Nothing.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

It's Heather Harrington.

What?

- Her name, just thought you might wanna know.

My mistake.

Get him the hell outta here.

- 'Cause, see, I would wanna know.

Because tomorrow somebody who knows her

is gonna have a very unmerry Christmas.

- You done? - Yeah, he's done.

He's done, come on.

- How do you just waltz in these crime scenes?

You see a young girl murdered, you don't feel a thing?

Is that part of the job description?

The application say, homicide detectives,

all must be diagnosed sociopaths?

- Control, six Lincoln 20, code seven.

- Roger 20, code seven approved.

Bring back something tasty, okay, honey?

Don't I always, Julia?

20 out.

Heads, I'll do it.

Best two out of three.

Merry Christmas.

That's for the children.

Merry Christmas.

And happy new year.

- Ugh! - Whoa, whoa.

- Goddamn! - You hurt?

You'll be all right.

Take it easy next time.

There won't be a next time.

You're too young for makeup.

No, I know.

But I also saw this dog at the pet store and I want it.

Evening.

What can I get for you?

Christopher.

Hey, Mom.

What are you doing here?

- I just happened to be in the neighborhood,

thought I would stop by.

Ah, hmm, just happened today?

I know, what are the odds?

Remote.

Probably.

So, how are things with you?

Never better.

- Last thing I pegged you being was a cop.

- Hmm, yeah, it makes two of us.

It's detective now.

Ah, detective.

Well, I guess you didn't stop by for the conversation,

did you?

It's actually my dinner break,

so I thought I would kill two birds with one stone.

Same old?

Mm-hmm, times two.

- I think your eyes are bigger than your stomach.

Second one is not for me.

A girl?

Are you?

Yeah.

Mmm.

- In fact, I might propose to her.

Maybe even tonight.

Hmm, Christmas present.

Something like that.

- Is that why you stopped by, to tell me?

No.

So, how's work?

Never changes.

I had a couple of chuds in here earlier, yeah,

same old kinda night.

- You don't get a lot of customers on Christmas Eve, huh?

No.

Not really.

How are you holding up, Mom?

I'm good.

Everything is fine.

Saw those when I walked in.

What?

Ah, yeah.

Started smoking again, huh?

Yeah, a few years ago.

You said you'd quit.

Couple of times.

Didn't take, huh?

- Didn't feel the need after you left.

I only quit for you.

- I don't understand why you would start up smoking again.

Especially after what happened to Dad.

- Okay, now you don't talk about things

you know nothing about.

Is that the same tree?

First grade, right?

Wow. - Yeah.

Been a long time since I had a real Christmas tree in here.

It's festive.

Mom, when is Daddy coming?

- He's coming, baby, you gotta be patient, okay?

Okay.

Okay, Chris.

Let's be honest.

What are you really doing here?

I just wanted to say,

Merry Christmas, Mom.

Well, thank you.

Merry Christmas to you too.

Thank you.

I gotta hit the road.

- Oh, wait, what about your food?

She'll understand.

Oh, well, um.

In that case, it was really nice seeing you.

Unless there's something you wanna say.

Like what?

Not for me to say.

Is this about Dad?

'Cause I'm not in the mood for games.

You want something from me?

- Oh, no, there's nothing I want from you.

Nothing.

Okay, so, that's it.

If there's something on your mind,

now's the time to say it.

You didn't even ask about him.

I didn't need to, Mom.

When the door opened and I saw you and not him, I knew.

- You know, before the funeral, I sent you that letter.

He wanted to see you just one last time before he passed.

I didn't read it.

Did you even open it?

Thought about it.

That's just so typical.

You just can't be wrong.

That's what you want.

You just want me to say that I was wrong and--

- No, how about we just start off with I'm sorry?

You can't say those two little words.

Nope, because you're just, you're too damn,

you're too damn stubborn.

No, I'm not.

Not what?

Not stubborn or not wrong?

Pick one, I gotta go to work.

Okay, Chris, don't.

Please don't leave, we can fix this.

Just, you just have to try.

- Just because you won't let me forget what I did wrong

doesn't mean that I don't spend every day

wishing I could change it.

But I can't go back in the past, Mom.

And I've come to accept that.

Why can't you?

No, Chris, wait!

Gee.

Control, six Lincoln 20, code seven over, over?

Roger, 20.