Holly Star (2017) - full transcript

A broke puppeteer comes home for the holidays and gets wrapped up in a bizarre treasure hunt with her Nana, a paintballer, a Christmas tree salesman and Santa.

♪♪♪

♪ Deck the halls with
boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa la, la, la,
la la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Tis the season
to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa la, la, la,
la la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Don we now our
gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Troll the ancient
yuletide carol ♪

[Snoring]

Santa: Huh?

♪♪♪



Puppet: Wizz!

[Chugging sounds]

♪♪♪

♪ Deck the halls
with cans of Wizz ♪

♪♪♪

- And cut.

That was great, can
the puppet move just

a little bit faster?

Actually, a lot faster.

Sloan: Well, it's
a Bunraku puppet.

- It's a what?

Sloan: A Bunraku puppet,
it just has a movement

that's more fluid.

- Right but can he, can he
still be fluid but just



a little bit faster?

Just a tad faster.

- Yeah, can you just
give it that like

crazy Christmas feel?

- Crazy Christmas,
here we go.

Sloan: Oh.

- And let's roll.

♪♪♪

- And cut.

That's great, thank you.

All right, hold on a
second, guys, one second.

♪♪♪

- Do what you need to do.

- Uh, hey, guys.

Why don't we have
a little chat?

The agency is not
happy, I'm sorry.

I mean, you guys are great,
but it's just, you know,

it's not really what
we talked about

or what they envisioned.

And unfortunately
I'm going to have to

pull the plug on this.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

♪♪♪

[Train horn blows]

♪♪♪

[Train horn blows]

[Bell rings]

[Train horn blows]

[Rustling sounds]

- Watch your step,
folks, watch your step.

Sloan: Oh, God.

Oh!

Kay-Kay.

Come on, Kay, I
know you're here.

I get it, you're
the most awesome,

deadliest sniper
in the world.

Kay: Boo-yah!

[Laughs]

I tracked you from the second
you got off the train.

I was like two feet
behind you at one point,

could practically
smell your fear.

What's wrong with you?

Sloan: Had a
rough couple days.

Kay: This proves my theory.

Just because you've
got a pretty face,

doesn't mean the world
falls at your feet.

Sloan: You're not helping.
Kay: Just saying.

Sloan: Stop talking.
Kay: Roger that.

What the hell is
in this thing?

Sloan: Oh, just
my entire life.

Kay: Drama?

Sloan: Lost my job, rent went
up, roommates moved out,

so here I am,
Merry Christmas.

Kay: Merry Christmas.

Sloan: I was being facetious.
Kay: Oh.

♪♪♪

Sloan: So, has the onslaught
of holiday cheer begun?

Kay: Oh yeah, all good.

Sloan: Fantastic.

Kay: You're really in a mood.

Sloan: I'm having an
existential crisis.

Kay: Ooh, that's a
nice little luxury.

Always good to
have "me" time.

What's this one about?

Sloan: Losing the job was
kind of a major blow.

Things just spiraled
down from there.

Kay: Come on, it
could be worse.

I've lost tons of jobs, you
can't let it get you down,

you'll regroup.

Sloan: Kay, thanks
for walking me home.

Kay: No problemo.

Coming over later?

Sloan: What do you
mean, what's happening?

Kay: What do I look
like, a Sherpa?

I haven't seen you in like
a year, we're hanging out,

that's what's happening.

Sloan: Okay, yeah
I'll text you.

Kay: I don't have a
cell phone anymore.

Sloan: Why not?

Kay: Don't like
being tracked.

Here, take this, got 120
private frequency codes on it.

Sloan: Oh my God.
Kay: See you.

[Hums "Joy to the World"]

Sloan: Mom?

[Door closes]

I'm home.

Dad?

[Rustling sounds]

[Rustling sounds]

[Keys clinging]

[Sighs softly]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Hi, Maureen Kelly, please.

Yeah, I'm her granddaughter.

Well, do you know
where she went?

[Engine revs]

Grandma!

Maureen: Miss you, old coot.

Sloan: Grandma.

Maureen: Sloanie, what
are you doing here?

Sloan: I came to see you.

You know, the
holidays and all?

What are you doing?

Maureen: Oh, what do
you think I'm doing?

I'm sharing a drink
with your grandfather.

Good boy.

Sloan: We sure do
miss you, Grandpa.

Maureen: Nice to
have you home, kiddo.

Sloan: Yeah, came home
to an empty house.

Totally forgot mom and dad
were going on that cruise.

Maureen: Uh, I
certainly didn't.

Those two knuckleheads have
been out of their minds

for months, total chaos.

You'd think they'd never
been on a trip before.

Sloan: Thanks for
the car, by the way,

it's a really nice gift.

Maureen: What?

Sloan: They didn't tell you?

Great.

They gave me your car for
Christmas, that's my gift,

I'm sorry.

[Laughs]

Maureen: It's okay, your
father keeps taking it

away from me.

Said I shouldn't be
behind the wheel.

Peripheral vision isn't
what it used to be.

Sloan: I'm not going to
take your car if you

still want it, grandma.

Maureen: Probably
be best if you do.

I think I hit a
jogger last week.

Sloan: Are you kidding me?

Maureen: I heard something
bump beneath the wheel.

Maybe it was a
pothole, I don't know.

Sloan: Not taking your car.

Maureen: Take it.

[Laughs]

It's a gas guzzler any way.

Sloan: Well, thank you.

[Waves breaking]

[Engine revs]

Listen, Grandma, the front
desk said you don't always

tell them where you're going.

Maureen: You're
damn right I don't.

This is a retirement
community,

not an insane asylum.

I came here on my own
because I have friends here,

good friends, and
we have a blast.

Oh, you going to come around
later for the dancing?

Sloan: What dancing?

Maureen: Tango
lessons, twice a week,

and a big Milonga
once a month.

Sloan: Really?

Maureen: What do
you think I am,

some old senile hermit
who lives in a shack

and craps her pants?

Sloan: God, no, Grandma, ugh.

Maureen: See you
later, kiddo.

[Vocalizes festive tango music]

[Vocalizes festive tango music]

[Gears grinding sounds]

Sloan: Ooh.

♪♪♪

♪ Around the clock
boogie woogie nonstop ♪

♪ When Christmas
comes around ♪

♪ Christmas comes around

Sloan: No, come on.

No, no, no, please.

[Groans]

[Sighs]

[Engine floods]

[Engine floods]

[Sighs]

Dammit.

[Dog barks in distance]

[Engine revs in distance]

[Bell rings]

Ooh.

Santa: Wha, da, da, da, da
da, da, da, da, da, da,

Dah, da, da, da, dah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Yeah.

[Chugging sounds]

Huh?

Hey, hey, Sloan.

Sloan: Hey, Santa.

Santa: Yeah.

Whoa!

Whoa, ho.

Sloan: Whoa, ouch.

Santa: Ooh.

Sloan: What's he doing?

Santa: Whoa, huh?

Sloan: What is that?

Santa: Oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Sloan: Hey, where
are you going?

What about my
toys and treats?

Santa: Dah, da,
da, dah, da, da.

Oh, Merry Christmas to me.

Dah, dah, dah, da, dah.

Oh.

♪♪♪

[Car honks]

Sloan: Oh, oh!

[Pants]

[Groans]

Kay: Oh yes, cocktails, uh.

♪♪♪

Sloan: Hey, Kay, you ever
get the feeling that

nothing you do actually
matters all that much?

Kay: Oh great, drunk,
sad, philosophical Sloan

showed up.

Sloan: It's like no
matter how hard you try,

put yourself out
there, take a risk,

follow your bliss
or whatever,

it's not going to
make a difference.

You're not going
to get anywhere.

Kay: Like Sisyphus.

Sloan: Yes, exactly.

I am that stupid guy, except
my boulder doesn't get

anywhere near the top of the
mountain before it rolls

back down on me again.

Corner pocket.

Anyway, that's how it
felt when I lost that job.

Like nothing really mattered.

I didn't matter.

Kay: Hey, jack hole, you
had a bit of a setback,

deal with it.

Control your mind, don't
let it control you.

Sloan: Who says that?

Kay: My commanding officer.

Sloan: You don't have
a commanding officer.

Kay: I absolutely do have
a commanding officer.

Sloan: In paintball?

Kay: Don't judge what you
don't understand, my friend.

Sloan: I will tell
you what I understand.

That guy understands

what everybody in the
world understands.

Money, it's the only
thing that matters.

Money matters most.

That's right.

Kay: Want another beer?
Sloan: Several.

[Laughs]

Kay: You okay?

[Laughs]

Sloan: I think my life
flashed before my eyes.

Kay: Seriously,
just this moment?

You cannot be that drunk.

Sloan: No, no, no, no, just
today, on my way home,

I fell on the ice,
I fell really hard.

[Laughs]

I hit my head so hard.

Ow!

Kay: Ooh, that is
a doozie all right.

Eh, but it ain't
going to kill you.

Sloan: No, no, no,
listen, listen.

Right before I
hit the ground,

I saw like every single
moment in my life real fast.

Like simultaneously.

Kay: That time when we
set off the stink bombs

in third grade and
everybody freaked out?

Sloan: No. Yes, but no.

[Laughs]

Kay-Kay, Kay-Kay, what
I saw, what I remember,

I was real little and I saw
someone bury something.

Kay: A body?
Sloan: No.

Big bag.

It was a big bag
being buried.

Kay: What was in the bag?

Sloan: I don't know, I
just remember a big bag

being buried.

Why are we whispering?

Kay: Who was burying the bag?

Sloan: Santa Claus.

Kay: Okay.

Sloan: Santa Claus.

Kay: Get inside,
you lightweight.

Sloan: A little man
named Santa Claus.

Kay: Uh-huh.
All right.

Sloan: See ya.
Kay: Bye.

Sloan: Love you.
Kay: I love you.

Sloan: Santa Claus.

Kay: Make good choices.

♪♪♪

Sloan: What are you
making, Grandpa?

Grandpa: Then just
wind it around here.

[Laughs]

Pull it through.

All right, and... that's it,
there you go, Sloanie.

♪♪♪

Sloan: That's so
cool, Grandpa.

I can do it.

♪♪♪

What, no, no.

No, no, no, wait, what?

What the...
where the hell?

Seriously?

Mr. Skillin: Sloan,
how the heck are you?

Sloan: Hey, Mr. Skillin.

Mr. Skillin: Well, a year
goes by fast, doesn't it?

Good to see you.

Sloan: Hey, good
to see you too.

Did you see a rambler
parked over here?

A white rambler.

Mr. Skillin: A rambler,
can't say that I have.

Sloan: Oh my god.

Oh my god, I think it
might have been stolen.

I left the keys in it.

Andy: Uh, no, it got towed.

Hey, Sloan.

Uh, it was blocking our
entrance when we drove up

this morning, couldn't get
the trailer onto the lot.

Thing is a beast.

[Groans]

Okay, well sorry, I didn't
know it was yours, all right?

Mr. Skillin: We started
setting up at dawn.

Andy: Yeah.

Sloan: It's okay,
it's my fault.

At least it wasn't stolen.

Andy: It's, it's probably
down at Johnson's.

He's, he's doing towing now.

Hey, uh, Sloan, let
me give you a ride.

Dad, we're going to be
back in 30, all right?

Mr. Skillin: Make it snappy.
Andy: All right.

That's a nice car though.
Sloan: Yeah.

Andy: Where did you get it?
Someone gave it to you?

Sloan: Grandma.

Andy: Or you buy that
thing yourself?

Sloan: Why would
I buy a rambler?

♪♪♪

Andy: So, you in
town for a while?

Sloan: Through the
holidays, yeah.

Andy: You still doing
the, uh, puppet thing?

I always thought
that was cool.

Sloan: Yeah, wicked cool,
staying super busy,

just working nonstop.

A lot going on, so
just like a nice break,

catching my breath.

Andy: You look cold.

Sloan: I look what?

Andy: Uh, cold.

Sloan: I thought you
said you look old.

[Laughs]

Andy: Uh, no, you look,
uh, exactly the same.

Do you want a
hat or something?

We got a bunch in the back,
it will help keep you warm.

Sloan: Does it
look like your hat?

Because no thanks.

Andy: What is wrong
with my hat?

[Laughs]

Sloan: I'm sure
it's very warm.

Andy: Oh, come on.

Hey, uh, look I feel
really bad about the tow,

why don't you let us
pay for it, all right?

Sloan: Oh no, you
don't have to do that,

it was totally my fault.

Andy: You sure?

Sloan: Thanks for the ride.

Andy: Hey, uh, Sloan.

I know you're just here
for the holidays

but if you're looking to
pick up some extra cash,

we've got a spot available.

Sloan: At the
Christmas tree lot?

Andy: Yeah, my dad is
going up to the farm soon

to help my mom and, you
know, since I've got this.

Sloan: Oh, right, that
figure skating accident,

couldn't land
that triple axle.

Andy: Yeah, you know, it's
really tougher than it looks,

it's all about the technique.

Yeah, hockey, smart ass.

Well, you know,
we pay real money,

$12 an hour off the
books plus tips.

Sloan: That's really
nice of you, Andy, but--

Andy: But you've got
bigger fish to fry?

Sloan: Something like that.

See you around.

Andy: All right, see you.

I really didn't
say old, you know?

Sloan: Uh-huh.

[Engine starts]

[Coughs]

Hi, I'm here to
pick up my car.

The '63 Rambler.

Mr. Johnson: Yeah, that
came in this morning.

I got, I got paperwork here.

Hey, I know you.

Sloan: Oh yeah?

Mr. Johnson: Yeah, you're the
girl from the high school

with the, the stick figures,
the drawing, and the dolls.

You went to school with my
daughter, Amanda Johnson.

I like that little puppet
show you did for graduation,

that was nice.

Sloan: Yeah, all
that useless stuff,

that's right, that's me.

Mr. Johnson: $175, cash.

Sloan: Are you kidding?

I don't have $175.

Mr. Johnson: Then I guess
you don't got a car.

Sloan: Hi there, I was
calling about the job posting

that you guys had list...

Um.

Okay.

Um, after the
holidays, I don't know,

I don't know if I'll
be around but okay,

I'll keep that in mind.

Can I speak to
someone about the,

the position I saw online?

Was wondering if
it is still--

Hi, I was just
calling about, yes.

Yes, I can hold.

♪ Hey jingle bells
jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way

♪ Oh what fun

Sloan: Was wondering if
it is still available.

It is not.

Thanks a lot.

Merry Christmas to you too.

Are you hiring right
now by any chance?

Nope, okay, that's just
the pizza then.

Hi, Mom, hi, Dad, just
wanted to call and say hi

because I'm home and you're
not and it's Christmas

and that's weird.

But miss you guys
and I don't know,

hope you're having a good
time and I'll see you

back here when you're all
tan and in the new year.

Okay, love you, bye.

♪♪♪

[Rustling sounds]

Kay: Sloan, are
you sleeping, over.

Sloan, Sloan,
Sloan, Sloan, Sloan.

[Groans]

Sloan, come in, over.
Sloan: Coming.

Kay: Sloan.
Sloan: Kay-Kay.

Kay: Sloannnnnnn!
Sloan: Shut up.

Kay: Sloan!

[Grumbles]

Sloan: What are you
squawking about?

Kay: Are you still sleeping?

Sloan, get over
here on the double,

that is a direct order.

[Groans]

Sloan: Kay-Kay.

♪♪♪

Ow!

What the?

No, stop.

[Screams]

[Screams]

Kay: Cease fire,
cease fire, Dale!

Come on, guys.

You okay?

Sloan: That hurt, dude.

Kay: You're not supposed
to be in the kill zone

without gear.

Sloan: Did they
have to shoot me?

Kay: Squad members are under
strict orders to pellet

any unauthorized intruders.

All right, that's it!

Time's up, soldiers, get
your gear and move out!

Sloan: Yeah, move out.

Kay: Oh.

Hey, Joy, Joy, good
shooting today.

Woo.

Come on.

Sloan: You have no idea how
much my life sucks right now.

Kay: Does it?

Because I think getting to
hang out with yours truly

equals the opposite of suck.

Sloan: No, I know.

I'm really happy
to see you, Kay-Kay.

I'm sorry I'm such
a downer right now.

Kay: I'm sorry
about your job.

Sloan: I worked so
hard for this gig.

And they just
pulled the plug,

right at the
last minute like

we're going in a
different direction,

and then it was
over, just like that.

Kay: Harsh.

Okay, quick question, I know
I should know this intel.

I am aware of that because,
you know, friendship.

But, how exactly does one
make money with puppeting?

Sloan: This was a
commercial, Kay,

so it was going
to be legit money.

I was counting on it
to cover my expenses

for the next few months.

Or at least help me not
freak out about bills

every single day.

Plus, it would have helped me
land bigger gigs like in TV.

Kay: So, what are
you going to do?

Sloan: I don't know.

I was not prepared to be
broke over the holidays.

Kay: You should
always be prepared.

The people who are not,
lose their limbs and die.

Come with me, I know what
will make you feel better.

♪♪♪

Okay, that's just insulting,
give me, give this to me.

This is an AR-15, you've got
to shoot it like you mean it.

Watch, learn.

Got it?

Okay, take it, it's
got 250 balls in it.

Don't shoot it like
a wimp, let her rip.

Boo-yah!

♪♪♪

Maureen: Hey, gals, they
got great trees here, huh?

This one is nice.

Oh look, needles
coming off, never mind.

Oh, that's a nice small one,
I don't need a stool.

Yeah.

Oh, look at this one.

Sloan: Didn't they already
put up a tree for you guys?

Maureen: That one is fake,
it stinks of moth balls.

We prefer the
fresh pine smell,

needles falling all over
the floor, you know,

the real deal.

This one here.

Andy: You like this
one, Mrs. Kelly?

Maureen: Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

Andy: Hey, Sloan.

Maureen: Oh, I think
that's a beauty.

What do you think, Sloanie?

Sloan: How are you
going to get it home?

Maureen: Well, that's
why I called you,

we're going to put it
on top of the Rambler.

Sloan: Yeah, the
Rambler is in the shop.

Maureen: Damn.

Well, we're going to
have to carry it then.

How much you want
for this one, Andy?

Andy: This one is $40.

Maureen: We'll
take it, tie it up.

Andy: Sure thing, Mrs. Kelly.

Maureen: Yeah,
that's perfect.

Sloan: Hey.

Andy: Hey.

It's good seeing your
grandma again, she's a hoot.

Sloan: Yeah.

By hoot, you mean someone
who will eventually

drive you insane.

[Laughs]

Nah, she's all right.

I mean she's the only one
in my family here now, so.

Andy: Oh my God.

Sloan, I'm, I'm so
sorry, I had no idea.

Sloan: No.

My grandpa passed
away last year,

my parents are
just traveling.

I just mean my grandma
is the only one here now.

Andy: Ah.

Maureen: Thank you, Andy.

Merry Christmas.

Andy: Merry Christmas to you.

Maureen: All right,
gang, let's get to it.

All right, come on.

Don't push, don't
push, all right?

That's it.

Sloan: So...
Maureen: This way, this way.

Sloan: Get good tips, huh?

Andy: Well, your grandma
just tipped me $50, so...

Sloan: What?

Andy: Well, $5, but,
you know, adds up.

Want me to just deliver it?

Sloan: No, they got it.

Andy, I was thinking, um,
if you guys still need help

around here, I guess
I could, you know,

I could just lend a hand for,
for a few weeks if you need.

I'll take the job, if
it's still available.

Andy: Can you work nights?

Sloan: Yeah.

Andy: Great.

Maureen: The rope came off,
the rope came off this end.

Elly, come around the front
and help me with this thing.

Sloan: Here, let me get it.

Maureen: Oh, thank you.

Don't push though, okay?

[Laughs]

Andy: So these are balsam
which are a bit more fragrant

than the rest.

Over here, we've got green
spruces and fraser firs

which are tiered so there's
more room for ornaments.

And over there we've got
wreaths, garlands, hollies,

stands, and toppers.

We do deliver, but mostly
you'll be wrapping up

and tying down.

Ooh, do you know how to
tie a trucker's hitch?

Sloan: Can't be that hard.

Andy: Okay, that
would be a no.

Uh, it's a bit tricky, I'll
give you a lesson later.

And do you have any gloves?

Sloan: I got these.

[Laughs]

Andy: Cute but you might want
to pick up some work gloves.

Sloan: Is that it?

Andy: That's it.

Sloan: Cool.

Seems easy enough.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Start at 7:00.
- Yes.

Sloan: All right, I'm going
to just hand that off to you,

you can get it
tied up over there.

Okay?

Yep, there we go.

Yep, I'll just catch
up to you in a minute.

- Oh!

Sloan: Sorry.

♪♪♪

[Pants]

Andy: Hey, how are you doing?

[Sighs]

Sloan: Just
catching my breath.

So, are you going to tell
me what you've been doing

these last few years?

[Laughs]

Andy: You make it sound
like I've been on the lamb

or something.

Well, what do
you want to know?

Sloan: I don't know,
give me the highlights.

Andy: The highlights, okay.

Well, the last season I
worked here was my senior

of college which was also
the last time I saw you,

which was also around the
time where you got all weird,

so I guess we
could start there.

Sloan: I didn't get weird,
how did I get weird?

Andy: Uh, yeah you did.

You were finishing up at
Mecca and you got all dark

and arty emo weird.

Sloan: Okay, well we can
argue that later, just,

go on with your story.

My eyes will be closed,
but I'm totally listening.

Andy: Okay.

Let's see, the highlights.

Uh, I studied history at
Bowdoin for a little bit,

then Marine Biology, and
ended up with a degree

in Environmental Studies.

Worked on a fishing
boat for a season,

tended bar at Bob's Pizza.

Then I moved to Boston
where I was in a band

for a nanosecond.

We were completely awful
and are you even awake?

Sloan: Yep, totally,
yep, go on.

Andy: No that, that's it.

My dad wants to retire in a
few years so I've joined the

family business full time.

Sloan: I guess I would have
known all that if we had

stayed in better touch.

Andy: Well, you only have
yourself to blame for that.

Sloan: Oh, really,
it's all on me, huh?

Andy: Uh, yeah it is.

I mean right before
you left for New York,

you basically just
stopped talking.

Sloan: I don't even remember
seeing you before

I left for New York.

Andy: Uh huh, my
point exactly.

Mr. Skillin: So, think you can
handle the glamorous world

of Christmas trees, Sloan?

Andy: Yeah, you got another
week in you or is this it?

Mr. Skillin: You always had
a way with the women, kid.

Andy: Night.

♪♪♪

Santa: Dah, da, da, da, dah,
da, da, da, dah, da, dah,

da, da, da, da, da, da.

Merry Christmas to me.

Da, da, da, da, da, dah,
da, da, da, dah, dah.

♪♪♪

Sloan: Why is
he burying that?

What is that?

It's a treasure.

♪♪♪

Santa: Wait, how am I going
to remember this spot?

I'm going to need
a marker, yeah.

Uh, hmm, uh.

Ah, 55 Holly Star,
yes, 55 Holly Star.

Sloan: 55 Holly Star.

55 Holly Star.

55 Holly Star.

55 Holly Star.

Kay-Kay, do you copy?

Kay: Sloan,
what's the matter?

Over.

Sloan: Something has come up,
meet me at the falls

in an hour.

Kay: Over.
Sloan: Stat.

Kay: Over.
Sloan: Copy.

Kay: You've got
to say over,

it's imperative, over.
Sloan: Over.

55 Holly Star.

Mr. Skillin: You
okay there, Sloan?

Sloan: Yeah, thanks
for letting me crash.

See you later, Andy.

Andy: All right.

[Waves crashing]

[Car honks]

Kay: What's up,
what's so urgent?

Sloan: I saw what's
in the bag, Kay-Kay.

It was there, it's real.

Kay: We already
went through this,

Santa Claus
burying something.

Sloan: Obviously it was
someone dressed as Santa.

Kay: Who?

Sloan: I don't know,
it could be anyone,

but I remembered
another piece of it.

It came to me in a dream.

Kay: A dream?

No, no, no, you do not pull
me out of tactical tag unit

to tell me about a dream.

Six, five, five, four--
Sloan: What are you doing?

Why are you counting?

Kay: I only give people
six seconds to tell me

about dreams, three, two--

Sloan: Oh, forget
about the dream,

the important
part is the money.

What if it's still there just
waiting for us to dig it up?

Kay: Wait, wait, hold
up, back up, what money?

Sloan: That is what I'm
trying to tell you,

there is cash in
this bag, dude.

Like a lot of it.

Like a real life freaking
buried treasure.

Kay: You do realize how
crazy this sounds, right?

Sloan: Santa even gave
himself a marker to remember

where he buried it.

55 Holly Star.

Kay: What the hell
does that mean?

Sloan: I don't know, but I
think it might be an address.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Kay: Okay.

Sloan: This is it,
Kay, this is our moment.

This could change everything.

Kay: What do you mean?

Sloan: This could be like
winning the lottery.

What are you going to do
with your half of the money?

Kay: Buy a new truck.

Sloan: Come on, there could
be like a million bucks

in this bag.

Kay: Two trucks.

Sloan: Forget the trucks.

Kay: What do you
want me to say?

Sloan: Dude, I sell
Christmas trees,

you work at a paintball park.

Kay: So?

Sloan: We find this money,
you can do whatever

the hell we want.

I'm talking Beverly Hills,
Bermuda, Buenos Aires,

you could own that
paintball park.

I can have a new
studio, my own theater,

I could have my own TV show.

Oh, it's right up here.

♪♪♪

OnStar: You have reached
your destination.

♪♪♪

[Doors close]

Sloan: This can't be it.

This can't be it, how would
I have gotten this far?

I was just a little kid and
this is miles from town.

No, no, in my memory I
followed Santa Claus

on foot, from my house,
and then there were,

there were tons of trees,
like it was a forest.

Something really did
happen that night, Kay,

I am not making it up.

I know it sounds crazy.

Kay: All right, all right.

Try to establish
some relevant facts.

How old do you
think you were?

Sloan: I don't know,
five maybe, four.

Really young, like
barely a person.

What's the youngest
age you can remember?

Kay: I hardly remember
what I had for breakfast.

Sloan: I mean regular people.

Kay: Probably about three.

Sloan: How is anyone supposed
to remember back that far?

That's impossible.

Kay: Control your mind,
don't let it control you.

Sloan: You say that
the other night?

Kay: Mm-hmm.

Sloan: Well, it's your
commanding officer?

What does that have
to do with anything?

Kay: Everything, actually.

It's all in the
mind, memories.

You ever been hypnotized?

Sloan: So wait, you believe
your commanding officer

has actual military
mind control powers,

that's what you're saying?

Kay: I'm not saying
anything more,

he is very private
about what he knows.

Sloan: Oh, kind of
like top secret.

Kay: Pretty much.

Sloan: Well, maybe that's
because he doesn't really--

Gant: Doesn't really what?

Sloan: How did
you get in here?

How did he get in here?
Kay: I have no idea.

Gant: Doesn't really
know anything?

Sloan: No, no, no.

Maybe he doesn't really--
isn't authorized--

Kay: Save yourself,
save yourself.

Sloan: Doesn't want to
declassify this kind of

information for civilian
consumption, Sir.

Gant: I see.

Would you describe yourself
as unusually morbid?

Sloan: No.

Gant: Prone to depression?

Sloan: Okay, what do
these questions have

to do with hypnosis?

Gant: Staff Sergeant Kavanaugh
said you experienced

a Class 1 N.D.E.
Near Death Experience.

Need to know how to
best handle that.

Sloan: Well, it's not like
I traveled down a tunnel

of white light or anything.

It just kind of unlocked
a piece of a memory

and I'm trying to get
to the rest of it.

Gant: Hypnosis
is a useful tool,

but it must be approached
with extreme care

and the utmost caution.

[Laughs]

Sloan: Okay. I kind of doubt
it's going to work at all,

if I'm being honest.

Not trying to be a jerk
about it, I'm just,

I'm kind of hard to fool.

Gant: What do you do
for a living, Sloan?

Sloan: I'm a puppeteer.

Gant: Excellent, an art form
long and rich in tradition,

isn't it?
Sloan: yeah.

Gant: Look at me, look
at your hand, sleep.

[Laughs]

Kay: How the hell?

Gant: That's what you
call a snap induction.

Give me that chair, Kavanaugh.

Kay: Oh yes, Sir.

Gant: I need you to go back
as far as you can, Sloan.

Back to the first
thing you can remember.

Falling backward, as
far back as you can.

Now tell me:
Where are you?

Sloan: I'm at the
Saco drive in.

They're open one night during
the winter, Christmas Eve.

Gant: How old are you?

Sloan: I'm 16.

Someone is there with me.

Gant: Stay relaxed, Sloan.

As you listen to my voice,
feel yourself drifting back

even earlier, younger.

Go deeper into your past.

Sloan: I'm about
five years old.

My friends are with me.

♪♪♪

Kay-Kay, high five.

Kay: Boo-yah.

Sloan: Whoa, ouch.

♪♪♪

Kay: That was awesome.

Gant: Interesting.

It seems we've found a
point where you're stuck.

Sloan: What do
you mean, stuck?

Gant: Sometimes we
encounter a turning point

in a person's life.

A moment so important that
everything previous to it

feels meaningless.

It often acts as a block
to further retrieval.

In your case, it
was that kiss.

[Laughs]

Sloan: That's ridiculous.

Why could that be
a turning point?

It was just a little kiss.

Kay: With the boy you loved.

Sloan: We were five.

His family sells Christmas
trees in town every year.

I see him once a year.

That kiss meant
nothing to me.

Gant: Mm.

Apparently it did.

Kay: To your inner self.

Sloan: Again, we were five.

It doesn't mean anything to
me now, to my outer self.

I think my outer self should
get some say in this, right?

Look, when I
slipped on the ice,

I remembered stuff from the
night before that kiss,

from Christmas Eve.

I have stuff back there,
important memories.

I need to get back there,
I need to find them.

Gant: I'm sure that you do.

What I am saying is, you
won't be able to access them

through hypnosis, you'll
have to find another way.

♪♪♪

Sloan: Hey, I'm here
for the Rambler.

Mr. Johnson, the '63 Rambler.

Mr. Johnson: I heard you.

I heard you.

Let's see now,
plus towing fee.

Storage.

That's $283.85.

♪♪♪

Hey, your tail
light is busted,

you know that, don't you?

I mean, I can
fix that for you.

I mean I'm kind of handy
at that, that's what I do.

Sloan: What's that
going to run me?

Mr. Johnson: Well, you've
got that cover and the bulb,

a little bit of labor.

40, 50 bucks.

Sloan: That's okay, I think
I'll take my chances.

Mr. Johnson: Yeah, well
suit yourself, the ticket

will be twice as much,
think about it.

All right.

Kay: So, you don't
have a car again.

Sloan: Busted tail light.

And apparently my grandma
has already racked up

like a million tickets
in that thing.

Those tickets are
really expensive.

Kay: Yeah, you
didn't know that?

Sloan: Thanks for the lift.

Kay: No problem.

Sloan: Hey, Kay.

Is it weird that the last
thing I remembered before

I almost died was me
chasing a guy dressed

like Santa Claus?

Kay: What we remember
before we die is the thing

that matters to us most.

Sloan: Where did
that come from?

Kay: Last night,
fortune cookie.

So, yeah, your
memory makes sense.

Sloan: Well, how
do you figure?

Kay: Santa's bag was full
of cash and it's all about

the Benjamins, right?

You said it the other night,
your new mantra,

money matters most.

Sloan: I said that?

Kay: You did indeed.

Sloan: Huh.

Kay: Out of my car.

Sloan: Getting.

[Door closes]

♪♪♪

[Laughs]

Maureen: Oh, Sloanie.
Sloan: You look amazing.

Maureen: Is that for me?

Sloan: Yep, I get
a discount now.

Maureen: Well, how come?

Sloan: Took a job
selling Christmas trees

for the Skillin family.

I had to do something,
it's not like I got

a severance package.

Maureen: I'm more worried
about you severing your arm,

you've always been
accident prone.

Sloan: Low blow, Grandma.

You might be right though,
almost cracked my skull open

on the sidewalk
the other day.

Maureen: How embarrassing.

I hope nobody saw you.

Sloan: Thank you
for your concern,

that's very touching.

[Laughs]

Maureen: Toughen up, kiddo.

Sloan: My life flashed
before my eyes.

I'm trying to piece
together something I saw.

Maureen: What was that?

Sloan: Santa Claus
burying a bag.

Maureen: It was probably
just your grandfather.

Sloan: Wait, what?

Maureen: He always used to
dress up as Santa Claus

on Christmas Eve.

Sloan: Okay, in my memory
he says 55 Holly Star.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Maureen: That's the last
thing he said before he died.

55 Holly Star.

He sat up in the bed like he
just remembered something,

then he croaked.

I gave up trying
to figure it out.

It was probably just
some delirious ramble.

He was no Orson Welles.

Sloan: Why would he say--
Maureen: Andy.

Sloan: Something completely
random like that?

It must have meant something.

Maureen: Not necessarily,
he always drank a lot

on Christmas Eve.

And when he was loaded,
he talked gibberish.

Now, let me get
back to my dancing.

Sloan: Wait, Grandma,
is there anything

of Grandpa's that I
can look through?

I just have this feeling
he must have

left something behind.

Maureen: I've got some
boxes of old photos

and things in my trunk.

I doubt you'll find
anything useful

but knock yourself out.

[Door closes]

Sloan: The guy who buried
the bag was my grandpa,

he's the Santa, over.

Kay: Grandfather?

What would he have been doing
with that kind of money?

Sloan: I have no idea but
it was definitely him. Over.

Kay: What do you
want to do now?

Sloan: Meet me at
my house in an hour.

Over and out.

Kay: Family photos,
nobody looks good.

Just--

[Laughs]

You.

[Laughs]

Ooh, girl.

You find anything?

Sloan: Not yet.

[Laughs]

Kay: Oh.

You know the chemical
components in a moth ball

could be used to make a bomb.

I bet you didn't know that.

Sloan: Didn't
need to know that.

[Coughs]

Kay: Oh, Grandma.

[Coughs]

Ugh.

Oh.

You really had a thing
with Andy Skillin, huh?

Sloan: Would you
please focus?

Kay: I'm just,
I'm not surprised.

You two used to
hang out a lot.

Sloan: There it is,
that's the Santa suit.

Kay: Let me see.

Sloan: And there's
my grandpa.

[Laughs]

Kay: The Star bar.

♪♪♪

Hennessy: What can I get yous?

Sloan: Does this bar ever
have a night for guys who

dress up like Santa Claus?

Like a Christmas party,
anything like that.

Hennessy: What are you guys
reporters or something?

Sloan: No, no, no, my, my
grandpa used to come here

I think and I have this
picture where he's,

he's at this bar and he's
dressed up like Santa Claus.

Wendy: Who's your grandfather?

Sloan: Walter Kelly.

Wendy: Walter Kelly, oh God.

Yeah, I can see
it in the eyes.

Hennessy: Yeah, a little bit.

Wendy: Good old Walt.

- Santa Claus pub crawl is
what you're asking about.

Hennessy: Yeah, they used to
do it every year and we were

the last pub on the crawl.

Sloan: And my
grandpa came to it?

Hennessy: Oh yeah.

Wendy: Well, of course he did,
it was the best place to be

on Christmas Eve, right?

Hennessy: Yeah.
Wendy: Yeah.

He was there that night,
the final year

of the Santa crawl.

Kay: They don't
do it anymore?

Wendy: Oh no.

Kay: Why not, what happened?

Wendy: Get my pictures.

Hennessy: There was a turf
war going on back then.

There was a lot
of money at stake.

Sloan: there were
gangs in Maine?

Maine gangs?

Wendy: No, not, not
gangs, lobster men.

They were defending their
territory against a fisherman

named, um, Gunther.

Hennessy: Dinklage.
Wendy: Gunther Dinklage.

Hennessy: Dinklage.
Wendy: That's right.

Hennessy: Yeah.

Wendy: He was the cause
of all the trouble.

Hennessy: Yeah, there's
Gunther right there,

that mean greedy
son of a bitch.

Wendy: He had a
dirty plan, right?

He was going to get rid
of all the competition.

So, he hired an old boat
mechanic, what was his name?

Hennessy: Bones Bradley.
Wendy: Bones Bradley.

Hennessy: That's him.

Wendy: That's who he hired
to sabotage all the lobster

boats in the harbor.

Hennessy: There's Bones.

You can tell from
the fear in his eyes.

Yeah, he agreed to
the deal, all right.

But later he had
change of heart and

he spilled the beans.

Wendy: Yeah.

Hennessy: But the lobster men
told him go ahead with the pay

off but to make sure that
they did it on the night

of the Santa crawl, so that
all of them can be here.

Wendy: Yeah, we didn't have any
idea what might happen next.

[Laughs]

Sloan: Which was?

Hennessy: Gunther coming
through that door

with three giant goons
and a bag full of cash.

As soon as he sat down with
Bones to make the deal--

Wendy: All hell broke loose.

Hennessy: Oh yeah.

Wendy: There were Santa
Clauses every which way,

flying all over.

Hennessy: Yeah, they
trashed my bar.

Wendy: Yeah.

Hennessy: Jackasses.

After that, no
more Santa crawl.

Wendy: No one knew what
happened to the cash

or even if there was any
cash in the bag at all.

The lobster men,
they pretended like

nothing had happened.

They may have
hated each other,

but when the cops came in,
they all banded together,

never talked about it again.

- That guy Gunther
is in jail,

they got him on tax evasion.

Hennessy: You know, every
now and then one of

those guys drifts in
here from time to time

and somebody
sometimes says--

[Laughs]

In all that confusion, they
picked up the wrong bag

and ran out of here
with a fortune.

[Laughs]

Yeah, wait, wait,
come to think of it,

it's your grandfather used
to tell that story the most.

Wendy: He did, yeah.

Hennessy: Yeah, he was
quite a character.

Wendy: Oh, he was.

He had a lot of friends,
your grandfather.

Hennessy: Oh yeah.

Wendy: Whenever Walter
Kelly was in the bar,

everybody got a pint.

Kay: Sorry, we never
asked your names.

Wendy: Oh, that's Hennessy.

That's nobody.

[Laughs]

And I'm Wendy.

Kay: Dammit, I thought your
name was going to be Holly.

Wendy: Holly?

Hennessy: Holly?

Wendy: Who's Holly?

Sloan: We're not
quite sure yet.

Maureen: Oh crap, I never
thought I'd have to hear

that cockamamie story again.

Sloan: Well, is there
any truth to it?

Maureen: Of course
there isn't.

Who told you all
of this any way?

Wendy?

I can't believe she's still
spinning that malarkey.

We don't have lobster wars
here for crying out loud,

this is Winter Harbor.

The people are nice here.

Kay: Sounded
pretty convincing.

Maureen: Who's this gal?

Sloan: It's Kay-Kay, Grandma.

Maureen: That's Kay-Kay?

Sloan: Yeah.

Kay-Kay: Yes, Ma'am.

Maureen: Mary Kay Kavanaugh,
what are you doing in that

ridiculous outfit?

Kay: As a member of an
elite fighting unit,

Ma'am, I'm required
to be in uniform.

Maureen: You
some kind of cop now?

Kay: No, but I am authorized
to make citizen's

arrest if necessary.

Sloan: At ease, soldier.

Grandma, what more can you
tell me about that night?

Maureen: Nothing.

Your grandfather told stories
like that all the time,

that's how he
entertained himself.

I loved him, but he
was a Grade A nut job.

Sloan: What about
the money part?

Maureen: One morning he
starts rambling on about all

this money he buried and
the next thing you know

he's digging up holes all
over town trying to find it,

the damn fool.

Sloan: How could he forget
where he buried it?

Maureen: Well, he
said he blacked out

and he couldn't
remember anything.

Kay: Did he ever
mention where he

might have buried it,
even a little hint?

Maureen: What
difference does it make?

If he had buried a bag,
it sure as hell wasn't

filled with any cash.

Sloan: Well, why not?

Maureen: Because none of
this lobster wars crap

ever happened.

How many times do
I got to tell you?

Sloan: I think it's true,
Grandma, I was there.

Maureen: What do you
mean you were there?

Sloan: I was with
grandpa that night,

I saw him bury the money,
it's a memory of mine.

Maureen: If you
saw something,

it's because you
wanted to see it.

Now you two shove
off now, I'm tired,

I've got to
take a nap.

Kay: They've got cocoa.

We might be able to
corroborate the waitress'

story by pulling up
some old police files.

Sloan: We don't
need police records,

what we need is for
me to remember where

that bag is buried.

Kay: I'm starving, what we
need is to go eat something.

Sloan: Kay-Kay, we are
in the middle of a

genuine mystery here,
we can eat later.

Let's recap what we know, go.

Kay: Roger that.

Your grandfather was knocking
them back at the Star bar

on Christmas Eve.

Gets totally wasted,
mistakenly ends up with a bag

full of cash and buries
it during a snowstorm.

Sloan: Right, and he gives
himself a marker to remember

it later, 55 Holly Star.

Kay: And the only two people
who know what that means

are your grandfather who
is no longer with us,

God bless him, and you,
and you don't remember.

Sloan: Except when my life
flashes before my eyes.

Kay: What about
a slice of pizza?

Oh, there's a good
place on East Adams

I've been hearing about.

Sloan: Oh my God, that's it.

Kay: Maybe a burger
would be better.

Sloan: I can remember
everything when my life

flashes before my eyes.

Kay: No, just go to Sal,
that place is great,

the meat coma.

Sloan: Kill me.

Kay: Brisket, sausage.

Wait, what?

Sloan: Kill me.

You're going to have
to try to kill me.

One, two, three, go.

Faster, what are you doing?

Kay: It didn't look like
you were going to move.

[Groans]

Sloan: You have to go
a lot faster than that,

I will get out of
the way, I swear.

Kay: You want me
to run you over?

Sloan: We are going for a
near death experience here.

That's the only way I might
get another clue about

where the money is buried.

Kay: I don't know, I want
you to find the cash, but--

Sloan: Look, I realize
that this might all just be

one giant fantasy, but it is
all I have right now, okay?

I'm depending on you.

[Groans]

All right, fine.

Maybe I should get
someone else to do it.

[Sighs]

Someone who really knows
the meaning of Semper Fi.

You know, killer instinct.

What are you doing?

Kay: Boo-yah!

Yes, come at me.

- Hey, Kay.

Kay: Mom, what?

Yes, I told you, I am
borrowing the car,

and we'll take it in later.

It's the kill car, remember?

I am trying to
pretend-kill Sloan.

♪♪♪

All right.

[Screams]

Sloan: Kay-kayyyyy!

[Screaming]

Kay: That was awesome.

[Laughs]

Well, I mean not like the
you almost dying part,

but, but everything else,
oh it was so much fun.

We should do that more often.

Ooh, you know, I
could have killed you.

Sloan: Yeah, that was my
brilliant yet asinine plan.

Kay: Mission unaccomplished.
Come here.

[Groans]

Why didn't it work?

Sloan: Aside from it being a
completely stupid idea that

should have me committed?

I don't know, maybe because
I knew it was coming.

Kay: Think it needs
to be a surprise?

Sloan: Well, when I
bit it on the ice,

I didn't know it was going
to happen beforehand, did I?

Kay: No.

Sloan: Well, maybe
that's the difference.

The element of
surprise, oh well.

Thanks any way.

Kay: Oh yeah.

Sloan: See ya later.

Kay: Okay.

[Groans]

Right.

The element of surprise.

♪♪♪

Sloan: Here are your
wreathes, there you go.

All right.

Oh, thanks very
much, appreciate it.

Andy: Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas.

Hey.

Um, can you drive up to the
farm tomorrow with my dad?

We're going to need
someone to bring back

the final load of trees.

Sloan: He's not
coming back down?

Andy: No, I mean things are
running pretty smoothly here

and, you know, it's tough
on my mom running the farm

without him, it
would be a big help.

Sloan: Whatever you say,
you're the bossman.

[Laughs]

Andy: Hey, look
at those kids.

Sloan: What's so funny?

Andy: That is exactly
what you were like

when we were that age.

Sloan: What are
you talking about?

Andy: It's true.

I remember this one
time you were dancing,

at least I think
that's what it was.

Either that or you
were having a seizure.

Sloan: I don't
believe that was me.

Andy: Oh, believe it,
Sloan, you were trying to

impress someone I think.

It was super goofball, you
know what I'm talking about.

Sloan: I really don't.

And besides it was
called "Popping."

[Laughs]

Andy: Popping,
yes, that's it.

Sloan: And I was
awesome at it.

Andy: Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, Sloan,

Sloan, please, just
do one move, please.

Sloan: I only pop for an
appreciative audience

and clearly that's not you.

Andy: No, come on, Sloan.

One pop, come on.

♪♪♪

♪ Show me the way now
wandering heart ♪

♪ What's round
the next bend ♪

♪ Where we'll be
slowing could this be ♪

♪ Look around
look around ♪

♪ See with open eyes

♪ My home ground
my home ground ♪

♪ Feel the ties

♪ Now as I look around
with open eyes ♪

♪ I am coming
to realize ♪

♪ That to move away is
to go and say today ♪

♪ I can say here's
my home ♪

♪♪♪

Mr. Skillin: Pretty little
things, aren't they?

I think that's what I like
most about this business,

makes people happy.

Let's get that truck loaded
before it gets too dark.

Oh, and, Sloan.

[Rustling sounds]

♪♪♪

[Laughs]

We're walking it.

All right, middle lights.

One, two, three.

[Laughs]

Watch it.

Watch your little
glovies there.

Sloan: Is that all the work?

Mr. Skillin: Getting there,
we're getting there.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Laughs]

♪♪♪

Andy: Hey, how did it go?

Sloan: I've never
been to your farm.

It's a different world up
there, so picturesque.

I can really see why you want
to join the family business.

You okay?

Andy: Yeah, yeah.

I was just
thinking, you know,

I've been coming down to
this lot every winter

since I was a kid.

And I don't think we're
going to be coming anymore.

Yeah, um, dad thinks we can
just start selling straight from

the farm which is, you know,
it's great, but it's also sad,

you know?

The way things end.

Hey, nice gloves.

Sloan: Oh.

Andy: Oh and it's pay day.

For you.

Sloan: Thank you.

Andy: There you go.

Sloan: What are you
going to do tonight?

Andy: You know just probably
wallow in self pity for

a little while longer.

You know, write a super sappy
song, something like that.

Sloan: Sounds like a party.

[Laughs]

Well, I don't know if I
can compete with that

kind of excitement but...
you want to do something else?

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, Christmas tree
Oh, Christmas tree ♪

♪ Thy leaves are
so unchanging ♪

Sloan: No, mm-mm,
no, let's go back

to the pity party idea.

I forgot how bad
I am at skating.

Andy: Nuh-uh, we're
doing this, come on.

Sloan: Okay.

Andy: Just glide.

Sloan: Glide.
Andy: Yeah, that's it.

Sloan: I'm gliding.
I'm gliding.

Andy: You're honestly
better than you used to be.

Sloan: I was fine.

Andy: Yeah--
Sloan: Ooh--

[Laughs and snorts]

Andy: Oh my God.

[Laughs]

Wow.

Sloan, you still
snort when you laugh.

That is impressive.

Sloan: Uh-huh.

Andy: You know I thought by
now you maybe would have

pulled yourself together
but I don't know.

Sloan: Yeah, think again.
Andy: I'm not sure.

[Laughs]

Sloan: Oh, brother.

Frank: Men's courses will
foreshadow certain ends

to which if persevered in,
they must lead, but,

if the courses be departed
from, the ends will change.

Maureen: All right, thank
you, thank you, Frank.

Let's take a break, everyone,
and let's pass the box.

Everyone dig deep down
into your pockets

and cough up some cash.

Sloan: What's that for?

Maureen: Oh, we like to
collect a little something

for a party on Christmas Eve.

Sloan: Oh, they don't
have a party for you here?

Maureen: We do, but
we like to add

a little pizzazz to it.

Sloan: What are all those?

Maureen: Oh, party
suggestions,

everyone has their own
idea of the kind of

pizzazz we should have.

Olga Lucitis she wants
champagne, of course.

Mrs. Fallon wants a cake
from Riley's bakery.

Victor wants a jazz band.

[Laughs]

And Dennis wants
champagne too.

Oh, but look, it's
got to be Dom Perignon.

What do they think
we are, wizards?

We'll be lucky if we get
25 bucks in that box.

Sloan: I'll bring
the pizzazz.

Maureen: What did you say?

Sloan: Let me bring
the cake and champagne,

it will be my
Christmas gift to you.

Maureen: You don't
have to do that.

Sloan: It won't be Dom
Perignon, sorry, Dennis.

But, you know, some nice
prosecco or something.

I've got a job now,
you know?

Plus, you did give me a car.

Maureen: Oh, that's the way
they do it in the big city, huh,

tit for tat.

Sloan: Please don't
say tit ever again.

Maureen: Everyone, my
granddaughter is going

to buy champagne and
cake for the party.

Isn't she a peach?

You are such a cutie.

Andy: Op, here you go.

Your last week's pay.

[Gasps]

Mm-hmm, yeah, I threw
in a little extra bonus

there for you.

No lump of coal for you
this year, my sweetie.

Sloan: Okay, thanks, weirdo.

[Laughs]

Andy: Uh, hey, um, I was
thinking if you wanted

to go to the parade or
the drive-in tomorrow.

Sloan: Oh, remember
we used to do that?

Andy: Yeah, it's tradition.

Sloan: Huh.

Oh, I would love to but
I'm kind of already

going to a party.

Andy: Mmm, should have known
that your social calendar

would be all booked up.

Sloan: Oh yeah, I'm super
fancy, it's going to be me,

and grandma, and a bunch of
senior citizens slamming

champagne and candy canes.

[Laughs]

Andy: That actually
kind of sounds amazing.

Sloan: Doesn't it?

[Laughs]

You know what else
we used to do?

Build pyramids.

Penny: You two were the
biggest trouble makers,

both of you.

Every holiday running
around town getting into

some sort of mischief.

Andy: Uh, uh-uh,
Penny, not me, her.

She's trouble, this one.

Sloan: Mm-mmm.

Penny: You're both trouble,
far as I'm concerned.

Enjoy.

Sloan: This looks
outstanding.

Yeah.

Andy: Nicely done.

Sloan: Mm-hmm.

Andy: Mmm.

Sloan: Mmm.
Andy: Mmm.

Sloan: Mmm.
Andy: Mmm.

Maybe this will give you
a sugar high and you'll

do some break dancing.

Sloan: Uh, excuse me,
I told you before,

it's called popping.

Andy: Mmm, right.

Sloan: Whoa, what, what?

Andy: That is it.

Sloan: Was it?

Andy: Best Christmas
present ever.

[Laughs]

♪♪♪

Hey, uh, look, I, uh, I
need to tell you something.

Sloan: Sure.

Andy: I, um, I've known
you longer than anyone.

[Laughs]

Look I, I, I know that
growing up I only saw you

a few months out of
the year, but, um,

you became a part of my life,
you know, one year at a time.

And, um, I just,
I don't know,

after seeing you
again this year, I--

I just wanted to say
thank you for taking the job.

You totally
didn't suck at it.

[Laughs]

Sloan: Whoa, slow down,
not sure I can handle

that kind of praise.

[Laughs]

But, you know,
Andy, seriously,

I really appreciated the job.

You totally saved my ass.

Andy: You're welcome.

So, look, I may, um, I may
never get another chance so,

uh, what I was really trying
to say back there was, um,

do you ever wonder why
we never had a thing?

Sloan: You mean
like the two of us?

Andy: Yeah.

Sloan: Um, I don't know.

Maybe it's like you said,
we only saw each other

once a year.

Maybe we just never really
got to know each other

that well.

Andy: I think we know each
other pretty well, Sloan.

I mean we practically
grew up together.

Sloan: Are you kidding me?

[Guttural scream]

Mugger: Don't make any noise,
give me your money.

Sloan: No.

Mugger: Come on, give
me your money.

Andy: Sloan, Sloan,
it's all right, you can,

you can have our
money, okay?

Sloan: Don't, no,
put your wallet away.

Seriously?

[Gunshot]

Andy: No!

Sloan, Sloan, Sloan,
Sloan, stay with me, okay?

Stay with me, all right?

I'm right here.

You're going to be okay,
you're going to be okay,

all right?

You're all right, you're
fine, you're okay,

you're fine.

Sloan: Andy.

Andy: Sloan!

Sloan!

Sloan: It's fine.

Andy: What?

Sloan: It's paint.

Andy: It's paint?

Sloan: It was a paint ball.

Andy: What?

Kay: You said the only time
your life flashed in front

of your eyes is when you
weren't expecting it,

the element of surprise.

Sloan: So, you
freaking shot me?

Kay: Damn right I shot
you, bulls eye aim,

if you hadn't noticed.

Sloan: You were 10 feet away
from me, how could you miss?

Kay: Why didn't it work?

Why didn't you get a
clue about the money?

Sloan: I don't know,
Kay-Kay, let's just

forget about it, okay?

It was an incredibly stupid
idea in the first place

and I'm sorry I
dragged you into it.

Andy: Uh, can someone tell me
what the hell is going on?

What are you two
talking about?

Sloan: Uh...
Mm.

Andy, Andy, Andy,
Andy, wait, wait.

Andy: Do you have any idea
how this story sounds?

Sloan: Yes, really
dumb, I know.

Andy: No, it sounds
psychotic and sad,

I thought you
were going to die.

Sloan: Andy,
wait, wait, wait,

I'm so sorry about the
paintball mugging thing,

that was terrible.

I know this, Kay-Kay's heart
was in the right place,

I promise.

Andy: This isn't
about Kay-Kay,

what I'm having trouble
with is the fact that

money seems to be so
hugely important to you,

that you would actually
risk your life to get it.

Especially when you don't
even know if this so-called

bag of gold is really
even out there.

Sloan: I never
said it was gold.

Andy: You know, maybe that's
why we never had a thing,

because clearly we have
completely different values.

You're right, Sloan, we don't
know each other very well.

♪♪♪

[Alarm rings]

♪♪♪

[Rustling sounds]

Sloan: You fixed
the tail light?

Mr. Johnson: Yeah,
it's no big deal.

Besides, you were
so cranky on one,

and turns out my ma and your
grandma live in the same

retirement community and
she told me you're buying

all them folks champagne
and cake tonight,

so I figure spirit of
the season, ho, ho, ho.

Sloan: Thank you.

Mr. Johnson: You're welcome.

Sloan: Merry Christmas.

Mr. Johnson: Same to you, hun.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Kay: Who wants more bubbly?

Hey.

["We Wish You a Merry Christmas"
music playing]

Maureen: Feel free to sit
here and mope if you need to.

Just know that
after Christmas,

we're going to have a big
talk about getting you

back on track, with your
hopes and dreams.

Grandpa was enormously proud
of your talent, you know?

Sloan: That means a lot,
Grandma, thank you.

Maureen: Well, he would
be pretty ticked

if you gave up on it.

Sloan: I'm not giving
up, don't worry,

I'm just not really feeling
the spirit tonight.

Maureen: Just fake
it until you make it.

As Charles Dickens said,
there's nothing in

the world so contagious as
laughter and good humor.

- Toast.

Maureen: Oh, come on.

[Taps on glass]

Frank: Hope, like the
gleaming taper's light.

Maureen: Adorns
and cheers our way,

and still as darker grows the
night, emits a brighter ray,

here's to hope.

Frank: Here's to health.

Maureen: And here's to
all our departed friends,

including my beloved
Walter, crazy old coot.

[Laughs]

May they all feel our love
floating up to them

with this toast.

Merry Christmas.

Group: Merry Christmas.

Maureen: I've got some
nice pals, don't I?

[Laughs]

Sloan: You sure do, Grandma.

Maureen: Oh.

Sloan: Sure do.

Maureen: Suzy, I'm
glad you could come.

You look great.

Kay: There's a
guy over there,

says he knew your
grandfather.

You can pull him into
another room if you want

to interrogate.

Sloan: Forget it, Kay-Kay.

It's over.

♪♪♪

Kay: Wait, what's hap--
what's, what's wrong?

You're choking.

This might be it,
it could kill you.

That's awesome.

I'm going to go
get a pen,

write down everything
you see.

♪♪♪

Santa: Got to dig deeper.

♪♪♪

Maureen: Easy
does it, Sloanie.

[Coughs]

Sloan: It was right
in front of me.

Kay: You saw it?

You know where it is?

Sloan: It was there
the entire time.

Kay: Well, write it
down before you forget,

take the pen.

Maureen: Whoa, whoa,
where you going?

It's Christmas Eve.

Sloan: Exactly,
Grandma, exactly.

I'm so glad I got to
spend Christmas with you.

You are so inspiring.

I love you so much.

Maureen: I love you too.

Sloan: And, Kay-Kay, you
are an amazing friend,

thank you for trying to help
me and for not judging me

even when I clearly
went insane.

This has been the
best Christmas ever.

Kay: Okay.

Sloan: Merry
Christmas, everyone.

- Merry Christmas.

Sloan: Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Maureen: Where is she going?

♪♪♪

[Knocks]

Sloan: Andy?

[Knocks]

Andy?

♪♪♪

♪ Silent night,
Holy night ♪

♪♪♪

[Door closes]

♪♪♪

Hey.

Andy: What are
you doing here?

Sloan: It's tradition, right?

Andy: Used to be.

Sloan: Can I join you?

Andy: Sure.

♪♪♪

[Door closes]

♪ I'll take you by the hand

Sloan: Oh, I am not very
good at this kind of thing.

I just, I wanted
to apologize.

♪♪♪

Last night when Kay-Kay shot
me and you were holding me,

was that all real,
what you felt?

Andy: I'm not sure where
you're going with this,

but yeah of course
it was real.

I thought that
you had been shot.

Sloan: I'm sorry.

Look, I realize my so-called
quest for buried treasure

was totally nuts, I do.

Andy: That's an
understatement.

Sloan: Yeah, but the
truth is if I hadn't gone

a little crazy like that,
I wouldn't be here now.

I wouldn't be here in this truck
with you on Christmas Eve,

trying to tell you that might
have been the stupidest,

most idiotic thing
I have ever done,

but what I saw tonight as the
life was draining out of me,

it made it all worth it.

Andy: Wait, you tried
again, on Christmas Eve?

For God sakes,
Sloan, please stop.

Sloan: No, no, no, I, I,
I didn't try to do it,

it just happened, I
choked on a candy cane.

[Laughs]

Oh my God, when I
say it out loud,

that sounds
really pathetic.

[Laughs]

Andy: Well, what did you see?

Sloan: You.

I saw you.

I saw every moment we
ever spent together.

Every snowball fight, every
laugh, every cup of coffee,

every word we ever spoke
to each other, everything.

And those were the moments
I was going to take with me

when I died, and I realized
those were the ones that

mattered to me the most.

Andy: That sounds like
something from--

Sloan: A fortune cookie,
yeah it is,

but that doesn't make
it any less true.

You're my friend, Andy.

You've always been my friend,
ever since you kissed me

that morning on the ice,
Christmas when we were five.

[Laughs]

Andy: You remember that?

Sloan: And it's
taken this strange,

weird journey for
me to figure it out,

but at the end of the day,
money doesn't really

matter that much.

It's good friends that
make life worth living.

Andy: Why are you
telling me all this?

Sloan: Because all I can
think about right now is

how much I want
to kiss you.

Too much, did I go too far?

Andy: That's just a
little unexpected.

But, um, yeah, okay.

Go for it.

♪♪♪

♪ We've sometimes
parted ways ♪

♪ And stayed away too long

♪ With lonely nights
and lonely days ♪

♪ And time to figure
what went wrong ♪

Sloan: This thing feels
like it put down roots.

♪ And make sure
you won't go ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh

♪ I won't let you go
this time ♪

♪ I won't let you go
this time ♪

Sloan: I know you're here.

Andy: Who's here?

♪ I won't let you
go This time ♪

Sloan: It's her.

Andy: Kay-Kay?

Kay: Boo-yah!

[Laughs]

♪ I tried a different way

♪ With wandering eye
with fancy free ♪

♪ But found my days
seemed kind of gray ♪

[Laughs]

♪ Now I've learned
what I need to know ♪

♪ Going to make
sure you won't go ♪

♪ Whoa oh, oh, oh

♪ I won't let you go
this time ♪

Andy: I have a broken wrist!

♪ I'll keep you
on the line ♪

♪ I'll hold your
hand in mine ♪

♪ I won't let you
go this time ♪

♪ Mistakes they're
in the past ♪

Santa: Yeah, I need a
marker to remember by.

Ah, 55 Holly Star.

[Laughs]

55 Holly Star.

[Laughs]

[Chugging sounds]

Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas.

[Laughs]

Merry Christmas.

♪ I won't let you go I won't
let you go this time ♪

♪ I won't let you go
this time ♪

♪ No, no, no I won't
let you go ♪

♪ Oh no, no, no I
won't let you go, no ♪

♪ No I won't let
you go this time ♪

♪ Not this time
Not this time ♪

♪ Hey yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh,
whoa oh, no, no ♪

♪ I won't let you go

♪ Oh no, no, no, no

♪ I won't let you
go this time ♪