Castle (2009–2016): Season 5, Episode 9 - Secret Santa - full transcript
A man dressed as Santa falls from the sky while Castle and Beckett prepare for their first Christmas as a couple.
(CHRISTMAS SONG PLAYING)
(LAUGHING)
Honey, what is that?
(SCREAMING)
CASTLE: Aha!
(IN SING-SONG TONE) Found it.
Dad, you should toss that.
It's getting kind of gross.
Toss Cookie Angel?
No way!
You made this for me in first grade
(IN BAB Y VOICE)
With your chubby little hands.
Darling, could you pick me up an
extra bottle of aquavit for our glogg?
An extra bottle of hundred proof?
You're not tampering with
our sacred holiday recipe?
No, no, no. I'm just gonna make
an extra large batch
to take with me Christmas Eve caroling.
Oh, lt'll be after our Christmas dinner.
You don't mind, do you?
But it's Christmas Eve.
That's when we open the gifts.
Maybe we can open them
in the morning.
(LAUGHS) In the morning?
Mornings are for stockings.
Well, I think what Alexis is trying to say
is that she has other plans, too.
Just with a couple of friends. It's...
What friends? What plans?
What is happening
to our family tradition?
Dad, I think you're kind of overreacting.
CASTLE: I am not overreacting.
It's one night out of the year.
Is it too much to ask to stick
to the program?
Well, maybe your program
should evolve a little.
It is evolving. I invited you, didn't I?
You are still coming, right?
Yeah. I mean, if I don't have to work.
But look, okay, no presents.
Remember, we promised.
- It's a little too stressful this first year.
- No presents.
I'm flexible.
But there are certain aspects
to this that are time-honored.
The heart, the beating heart behind
the Christmas holidays.
And now Santa is dead?
When will it end?
Hate to break it to you, Castle,
but there is no Santa.
Well, not anymore.
You got to admit,
with that beard and that belly?
He looks like the real deal.
If by the real deal, you mean
an overweight man in a red suit,
who was hopefully carrying ID?
Yeah.
Along with lots of candy cane wrappers,
though I don't think that ID of his
is gonna do you much good.
BECKETT: "Kris Kringle.
Address, North Pole"?
That's cute.
CASTLE: Maybe he's the real Santa.
Like in Miracle on 34th Street.
Yeah, but with no happy ending.
This Santa fell out of the sky
around 9:30.
BECKETT: From an aircraft?
Maybe, but it wasn't a commercial
plane, I can tell you that.
With a fall from high altitude,
we'd see severe frostbite
on his eyes and his face.
(SIGHING) Hey, so I just talked
with the family.
They didn't see or hear
any planes overhead.
That doesn't make any sense.
He had to have fallen from somewhere.
I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES) Are we
overlooking the obvious here?
He hit some turbulence, slipped out
of his sleigh and fell to his doom.
RYAN: Santa, lying there dead.
You gotta ask yourself,
what kind of world do we live in?
A world in which there is no Santa
and people don't fall out of nowhere.
Can you check with Air Traffic Control
and find out what flights
were in the area?
Sure. Bah, humbug.
So was the fall cause of death?
LANIE: It looks like it,
but I won't know for sure
until I get him back to the morgue.
Well, Santa or no, he sure is committed.
And you're saying
there's nothing in his wallet
that indicates a break in character?
- Nope.
- BECKETT: Except for these boots.
They are definitely not from
the North Pole.
They're custom-made from
a leather shop in Queens.
Got a pair of motorcycle boots there.
Hopefully they'll have a record
of who this man is.
Hey, so I heard from Air Traffic Control,
but you're not gonna like the news.
They have no record of anyone
flying over the park during
the time our guy hit the ground.
How is that even possible?
Santa had his sleigh in stealth mode.
No. I mean, after 9l11,
how is it possible that someone
can just fly over Manhattan?
Sightseeing choppers do it all the time.
There was this one time,
I took a midnight loop around
the Statue of Liberty with this Latin...
Publisher.
No. He's right.
There's a Manhattan flight corridor
which doesn't require you
to radio in if you stay under 1,300 feet.
My mother-in-law is a licensed pilot,
as she keeps reminding me.
Part of a larger effort
to make me feel inferior.
I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES)
Did I just say that out loud?
Sounds like she's staying
with you, Captain?
One day soon,
your in-laws will visit, too.
And when they do, think hotel.
Oh, Lord, I hate the holidays.
(WHISPERING) Yet another quality
she has in common with the Grinch.
So, if we don't know
where our Santa fell from,
- do we at least know who he is?
- Well, hopefully we will soon.
- (CELL PHONE BEEPS)
- Unis rousted the owner
of that boot store in Queens.
They're getting him to open up
the shop and check his invoices.
Lanie's got something for us.
Can you keep us posted on the boots?
ESPOSITO: Yeah.
You're taking this one kind of hard, bro.
He's a symbol of childhood innocence.
It makes me wonder
what this means for the future.
It means there's gonna be
one less guy dressed up as Santa.
Ah.
Hey, so we're coming up
on Christmas Eve.
Gonna keep the tradition going?
You, me, a six-pack?
Madden on the big screen?
You know, I, um...
I think Jenny has other plans this year.
Remember how you asked
if that fall is what killed him?
Well, it wasn't.
I pulled this out of his back.
And that is a.38.
Do you still think
he fell off his sleigh, Castle?
No.
Clearly, he was shot out of it.
Talk about a war on Christmas.
Or he was just shot in an aircraft
and pushed out.
So, we have anything else?
Just this, embedded in his suit.
A chip of paint or some kind of enamel.
Cherry-red.
From a sleigh.
I don't know yet. I'm sending it down
to the lab for analysis.
Probably from a sleigh.
Are we any closer
to figuring out who he is?
ESPOSITO: We are now.
Name's Edmund Smith.
Lives in the Bronx.
Got his ID from that boot shop.
I'm sorry, you just came all
the way down here to give me this?
Yeah, I mean, you told me
to keep you posted.
You did say that, right?
BECKETT: You know what?
Castle and I are gonna go
and check out the place
and see what there is to see.
(SNIFFS) Mmm.
Javi, since when did you start
wearing cologne to work?
Oh, you know, well, it's the holidays.
And I've got places to be, people to see.
How about you?
Okay, I see where this is going.
I'm gonna stop you right there.
I already have plans for Christmas Eve.
I'm hanging out with my girlfriends.
Oh, that's cool.
Maybe afterwards you and I can...
Javi. Let's not be one of those sad,
desperate holiday hook-ups.
But when all this dies down,
if you still wanna get together,
just give me a call.
(SIGHS)
Um...
I don't think he's home.
NYPD.
Is there a super or someone
that can let us into this apartment?
Yeah, we have a key.
Tim, can you grab Ed's key?
Did something happen to Edmund?
BECKETT: So when was the last time
you saw him?
Oh, it must've been last night,
around 5:00.
I saw him leave with his costume bag.
I figured he was going on a job.
TIM: Ed was a professional Santa.
(CUCKOOING)
(CUCKOOING STOPS)
Looks like he took his job
pretty seriously.
No, he lived it, really.
I mean, volunteering at the rec center
and the shelter.
I mean, he was always here
for Tim and the kids.
He even helped with our lawsuit.
He was a Santa and a lawyer?
BETH: No.
We lost our house
and he was just trying to help us out.
He was like that.
Sounds like he got involved
in a lot of people's lives.
Do you think he made any enemies
along the way?
I didn't think so,
but then last week I heard this man
pounding on Ed's door,
shouting cuss words.
Did you see who it was?
TIM: I did.
I looked out.
It was an older, tough-looking dude.
When he saw me he said,
"You tell Ed if I see him again,
I'll kill him."
So, I told Ed.
How did he react?
Well, he told us not to worry.
But you could tell
he was pretty shaken up.
You think you could describe him?
You know what? I don't have to.
That's him.
Well, whoever he is, he's a pilot.
RYAN ON PHONE: According to
the tail number on that Cessna,
the plane is registered
to a David Dunne.
The guy's got priors, too.
Drunk and disorderly, assault.
Where do we find him?
Well, this just lists his place
of employment.
1215 Canal Street,
second floor.
(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
Wow, someone takes
Christmas seriously.
You should see our place.
Our tree is a 15-foot noble fir.
We have our garland shipped in
from some lake I can't pronounce,
by the Canadian border.
And wait till you see my train set.
Yeah, can't wait.
- Hi.
- Merry Christmas!
We're looking for David Dunne.
Oh, Dave's in the big room.
Teaching a class.
What is it you do here exactly?
We make magic.
SANTAS: Ho-ho-ho!
MAN: Again!
Ho-ho-ho!
Again!
Ho-ho-ho!
Once again from the diaphragm!
Ho-ho-ho!
Outstanding!
Santa school?
And I bet you one Santa is missing.
Ho-ho-ho!
This is crazy. I did not kill Edmund.
Trust me, you're gonna have to do
a lot better than that to convince her.
You can start by telling us
when you last flew your plane.
Not for weeks. You can check.
We intend to. Now where were you
at 9:30 last night?
I was at the Harlem Youth Center
handing out gifts to kids.
I wasn't anywhere near Edmund.
But you did engage
in some un-Santa-like behavior
at his apartment.
Is that what this is about?
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
That was nothing.
You threatened to kill him
and now he's dead.
I wouldn't call that nothing.
DUNNE: I can explain that, okay?
See, Edmund took one of my best gigs.
It was a print ad for Cartier.
I was their go-to Santa.
You know, this year they wanted
to go more warm and cuddly.
Well, look at me. I'm warm! I'm cuddly!
But no, they chose Edmund.
So, yeah, I drank too much
peppermint schnapps
and went over to his place
and popped off.
I'm not proud of it.
But that was all I did.
Did you see him again after that?
No. You have to understand,
when I first met Edmund five years ago,
he was at a low point in life.
I raised him up,
I taught him everything I knew.
I turned him into a world-class Santa.
And now I'm losing gigs to him?
Well, maybe that's it.
Maybe it's time to hang up
the fluffy red jockstrap.
Is that a metaphor or do you really...
When Edmund was killed,
he was wearing his Santa suit.
Do you know if he had a job last night?
You have to ask his agent.
Santas have agents?
Yeah, mostly we use
the Bells & Holly Agency.
You said Edmund was at
a low point in his life.
What did you mean by that?
I just think he became a Santa
to turn his life around.
And it worked, too.
Turn his life around?
Was he in trouble of some sort?
All I know is back when I met him,
Edmund was a totally different guy.
RYAN: David Dunne's alibi checked out.
Harlem Youth Club said that
he was there last night,
and his Cessna's been parked
in a hangar for over a month.
Did you find out what Santa job
Edmund was doing?
His agency said he wasn't booked
on any gigs last night.
So why was he wearing his Santa suit?
And how'd he end up dead?
Well, if this was a story, it would all
come back to Edmund's character.
Why he became a Santa
in the first place.
Turns out, it's a mystery all by itself.
I've been looking into this guy
and check it.
That is Santa five years ago.
Meet James Edmund Smith.
He was a private equity manager
at some big firm.
- That's the same guy?
- Yeah.
BECKETT: What happened?
Dedication to his craft.
Like De Niro in Raging Bull.
To be a Santa?
It's pretty extreme, I know.
And I'll tell you this much,
he didn't go all Santa for the money.
Back in the day, he used
to pull down a half a mil a year.
As Santa, he made a tenth of that.
You can make that much as a Santa?
Maybe I should switch jobs, huh?
What? Gain 200 pounds
and have a bunch of rug rats
sitting on your lap with dirty diapers?
- Yeah, thanks for that visual.
- Oh, here's another thing.
I pulled Edmund's financials.
On the night he was killed,
he withdrew two grand from his ATM.
He didn't have that money on him
when we found him.
His wallet was empty.
All right, take a look at the ATM footage
and see if anyone was with him.
He might have been robbed.
Robbed and then launched into space?
And how is that less plausible
than your sleigh?
I think you mean less "clausible."
What about his phone records?
He made a bunch of calls
to some lawyer in Brooklyn.
But here's the interesting one.
Last phone call he ever made was
to his ex-wife.
- Mrs. Claus!
- Gwenn Harwin.
I went back pretty far
in his phone records.
He hasn't called her
for at least three years.
So, he pulls out two grand,
calls his ex-wife,
and a couple of hours later,
he ends up dead?
Let's bring her in.
He called me to say that
he wanted to stop by.
It was the strangest thing.
When he showed up,
I didn't recognize him.
And now he's just gone.
I'm sorry to ask you this, Ms. Harwin,
but where were you last night at 9:30?
It's quite all right, I understand.
I was hosting a benefit for
the Food Bank.
And why did Edmund come to see you?
- To apologize.
- Apologize for what?
For the way he walked out on our life.
We were good together,
at least I thought we were.
Twelve years of marriage,
of building a life together.
And then five years ago,
Christmas Eve, we went to a party
and afterwards we stayed up
to watch It's a Wonderful Life.
And the next morning he left,
with just the shirt on his back
and no explanation.
But why would he visit you now?
He wanted me to know
how sorry he was for the way he left,
in case anything happened to him.
- What did he mean by that?
- I don't know what he meant.
I didn't even know who this man was.
He seemed very nervous
and very on edge.
Did he give you any indication
of what he was afraid of
or who might've been after him?
After he left, I went to the window
to watch him get into the cab.
And as the cab pulled away,
there was a man on a motorcycle
who was following him.
We're gonna need you to give us
a description of that motorcycle,
along with its rider.
Early Christmas present from Jenny?
Something like that.
Would you mind not touching it?
Ooh.
Well, well, well.
Now I see what you and Jenny
got planned for Christmas Eve.
Y'all gonna be getting busy.
(IN SEDUCTIVE TONE) Mmm-mmm.
Ho-ho-ho...
GATES: Uh...
I take it this is your idea
of working the Santa case.
Detective Esposito,
you're supposed to be digging up
that ATM footage.
And you are...
Chasing down that lawyer that
our victim had been calling, sir.
GATES: Okay, then.
Let's finish up this hoochie-coochie
thing and get on with it.
Yes, sir.
You're busted.
Bom-chica-bom-bow.
How does a guy on a motorcycle
connect to Edmund landing in the park?
Nothing connects. Why does a man
watch a Christmas movie,
then walk out on everything
to become a Santa?
Unless the key to Edmund's story
is It's A Wonderful Life.
You remember, in the movie,
George Bailey tried to commit suicide
on Christmas Eve
and was saved by an angel.
Which, in our story, is David Dunne.
Weird casting choice, I know.
But what if Edmund was trying
to jump off a metaphoric bridge,
you know, to start over?
As a Santa?
Yes. Yeah, that's where it falls apart.
Actually, it looks like Edmund
was way more than just a Santa.
I finally got a hold of that lawyer
that he'd been calling.
She'd actually filed a suit on
behalf of his neighbors, the Cabots,
who'd lost their home
to a predatory lender,
SunCove Funding.
Something about illegal practices
and forged documents.
Anyway, it's a class-action suit,
representing 43 families,
with millions of dollars at stake.
But why was Edmund
calling the lawyer?
She'd been working on a contingency.
She's already lost tons of money
pressing the case,
so she wanted to drop the suit.
But Edmund begged her not to.
In fact, he asked her
to hold off just a few days,
maybe he could turn things around.
- How?
- Well, he didn't say.
But she told him the only thing
that would turn things around
was a check for 25 grand.
What do we know about this company
that Edmund was up against?
SunCove? It's a fly-by-night.
They made their money,
then they folded.
Gates actually has a friend at the SEC
trying to dig up information on them.
Can you check with the Fraud Division,
see what they know about SunCove?
- Yeah, you got it.
- Thanks.
Speaking of It's a Wonderful Life,
I was thinking tomorrow night
perhaps we should have
a Christmas movie marathon,
or some other kind of marathon
that makes life wonderful.
(CHUCKLES)
Um...
What?
Castle, look, I know how much
the holidays mean to you,
and I know that you love Christmas,
but I can't make it tomorrow.
What?
The precinct is short-staffed.
So, I'm gonna have to work.
(STAMMERING)
Don't you have seniority?
How can this happen?
(EXHALES)
Look, I couldn't tell Gates.
She doesn't know about us.
Okay, so look,
I'm sorry, I know that
you're disappointed.
No! Ah... No. It's not your fault, I know.
It's okay.
I gotta get out of here, anyway.
I got a date with Alexis.
We're gonna do some
Christmas shopping.
- Okay, have fun.
- Okay.
- And don't get me anything.
- Right.
Hey, so I pulled this from
the ATM footage.
Edmund was alone
when he took out the cash,
but he did get into a cab.
Any idea where he was going?
Yeah, I traced the taxi using
the medallion.
Cabbie said that he took Edmund
to Ho-Ho-Kus Field.
It's a small airfield out in Jersey.
Is that where he got on the plane?
You'd think, but no.
The cabbie said that Edmund had him
wait so he could go meet somebody.
Then he got back in the cab,
they left the airfield
and the cabbie dropped him off
in Long Island City.
That doesn't make any sense.
How'd he end up in the air
if he went to Long Island City?
I have no idea.
But the person he met with
at the airfield might.
So, you pulled
the Christmas shift again.
You know, you shouldn't be
eavesdropping, buddy.
Espo, does that look cherry-red to you?
It does.
Just like the paint chip
we found on Edmund.
This lock's been tampered with.
Looks like it was forced open.
There's fresh blood here, and lots of it.
Looks like we just found
our crime scene.
Yeah.
Well, looks like the blood
is a match to Edmund,
but so far there are no prints.
It looks like the cockpit's been wiped.
If Edmund came down here, and
then he went back to Long Island City,
then how the hell did he
end up in this chopper?
Well, whoever was with him
has got to have the answer to that.
Let's start with who owns this thing.
Well, according to the airfield manager,
Mr. Mudge,
it belongs to a Chuck Ames,
but he's on vacation in Hawaii.
Hi, Mr. Mudge.
I'm Detective Kate Beckett.
Now, is anyone else authorized
to fly that bird?
Not that I'm aware of.
Looks like just about anybody
can have access to this airfield.
There's no check points, no cameras.
We never needed any till now.
The point is,
if someone did get onto this property,
how hard would it be for them
to fly that chopper out of here?
Anybody with a helicopter rating
could take it up.
R44 is easy.
You don't even need a key to start it.
So, then we're looking for someone that
knew the ins and outs of this airport,
along with the fact that that chopper
was gonna be here.
Maybe even someone who knew that
Chuck Ames was gonna be in Hawaii.
We're gonna need
Mr. Ames' contact info,
along with the names
of all of your employees
and everyone who's flown through here
in the past year.
Hey, I got Christmas lights to hang.
Yeah, and we have a murder to solve.
Now, is there any way to know
where the chopper flew last night?
Is there a flight recorder? GPS system?
Again, she's a low-tech bird.
Do you have a record of the fuel
that was in the tank?
Fuel log says it was full.
Which means we can figure out
how far the chopper flew
by how much fuel was used.
It was down about a fifth of a tank.
The R44 burns about
four or five miles per gallon.
So, flew about 45 miles.
That's almost exactly how far it is
to Long Island City and back.
Edmund took the cab there
and must've gotten in that chopper.
Okay. Let's check all the heliports
in Long Island City and find out where.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
I mean, it's bad enough
Santa has been murdered,
this will be the first Christmas Eve
in 18 years we haven't spent together.
I mean, it sets a grim precedent.
Dad, you're being dramatic.
Well, you can see your friends anytime.
Well, what if it's just one person?
And he's not really a friend.
Oh.
Oh, a new guy. Okay.
Well, does this non-plural
non-friend have a name?
- It's Max.
- Max...
I met him at the annual
Bad Poetry Contest,
- right before Thanksgiving.
- I see.
Well, bring him along.
I would love to meet this bad poet.
(STAMMERS)
- Meet my dad on Christmas Eve?
- Yeah.
That's way too much pressure.
Pressure to what?
Eat, drink and be merry? Lt'll be...
Max is going to London
with his family on Christmas Day.
I won't get to see him till after break.
We just wanna go
ice skating in the Park.
Yeah, of course.
Of course, go, have a great time.
Besides, you'll be with Beckett.
Right.
Oh, and don't worry,
I'll be home in bed before Santa comes.
(DOOR OPENS)
- Right.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
(BELL DINGS)
Captain Gates.
Yes, what is it?
I just wanted to make sure
that you got this
before you took off for the holidays.
Oh. Well, thank you, Mr. Castle.
Oh, I'm sorry,
I don't have anything for you.
Please, just being here
each day is a gift.
I just wanted to let you know
how much I appreciate all that you do.
You, and Detective Beckett.
Mr. Castle, I am on my way uptown
to meet my mother-in-law
to have tea and eat
those tiny freakin' sandwiches.
So why don't you just say
what's on your mind?
I'm just so worried
about Detective Beckett.
I mean, she works so hard.
Don't you think she deserves
a little holiday?
Isn't there someone else who could
take that Christmas Eve shift?
First of all, how I schedule my people
is not your concern.
And having said that, Detective
Beckett volunteered to take the shift.
Oh. When did she do that?
Earlier today, she came to me and
asked to take Detective Eldin's shift.
He has a family, and she doesn't.
Okay, then.
Problem solved.
BECKETT: Okay,
so that narrows it down
to five heliports in Long Island City.
RYAN: One is a police station,
one's a hospital.
They'd both be monitored.
So that leaves helipads
at Bankcorp building,
One West Hotel,
and Case Commerce building.
Case Commerce.
The candy canes.
Case Commerce, CC.
That's where Edmund was.
Let's find out why.
Hey, Castle. You coming?
Yeah, sure.
CASTLE: Oh, you can't escape it.
Christmas is everywhere.
So much pressure to have a good time.
Are you okay?
- Why wouldn't I be?
- Case Commerce. There it is.
Hi. What's going on here?
Looks like a heist occurred at
the office Christmas party last night.
A heist?
I didn't notice anything was missing
until this morning.
And that's when I called you people.
So you didn't happen to have
a Santa working your party, did you?
- Yes, we did.
- Did he look like this?
Yes, he was our Santa. Why?
Looks like our Santa was
a little more naughty than nice.
CASE: No,
I never saw him before last night.
And I wasn't aware
he'd stolen anything.
But given what we do here,
I suppose it could've been a lot worse.
And what is it that your company
does, Mr. Case?
Investment services,
asset management mostly.
Given the amount of client
and account information,
we'd be a gold mine for identity thieves.
None of those systems were touched.
So what did he steal?
A clock, from his office in back.
I'm sorry, did you just say clock?
Not just any clock, Detective.
An early Thomas Tilledge.
Oh.
Legendary clockmaker from
the Restoration period.
That must've been worth a great deal.
I had it appraised at 30,000.
Wow. How big was it?
It was about this size.
Small enough to fit in his sack.
You know, it's hard enough imagining
one of my guests being a thief,
but Santa?
Are you sure that
nothing else is missing?
Positive. Why?
Well, because our evidence suggests
that your Santa left by helicopter,
which was waiting on your helipad.
Why would he take a helicopter?
You didn't hear anything
from the party?
No, but the music was loud,
and the back wall is soundproofed.
Was there anything else
that was special about this clock?
Not that I'm aware of.
Okay, I'm gonna get one
of my detectives
to come down and interview your staff.
In the meantime, could I have a list
of all of the party attendees?
- Sure.
- Of course.
We'll also pull elevator footage
to make sure that
there weren't any uninvited guests.
CASTLE: 30,000.
That's a little more than the Cabots
needed for their lawsuit.
Maybe our Santa is Robin Hood,
stealing from the rich
to give to the poor?
Yeah, but why would he use
a helicopter to steal this?
I mean, he could've just
stuffed it in his sack
and ho-ho-ho'd out of there.
It has to be about
more than just the clock.
Well, there were a couple
more clocks on his work bench.
- Maybe this one's significant somehow.
- Okay. What's your theory?
Uh...
Treasure map inside.
No, no.
The clock was commissioned
by a secret society
to count down the end of days.
A secret society of Santas
who are the guardians of time.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, that's good.
Okay, putting aside the mystery
of the helicopter,
let's say it is about the clock.
How did Edmund know about it?
Nobody from the office recognized him.
Well, maybe he worked
the party before.
ESPOSITO: Sorry, bro. I checked.
He hasn't. But he sure was determined
to work it this year.
The agency had booked another Santa
to work that party,
but someone from Case Commerce
called about a week ago to cancel.
Let me guess.
No one actually called from Case.
Ding-ding!
And when he arrived, they assumed
he was the Santa they'd hired.
Kind of a brilliant scam, really.
You have access to high-end
homes and businesses.
And who's gonna distrust Santa?
Uh, his partners, apparently.
No honor among thieves.
Even Santa thieves.
All right. Have Robbery send that photo
to pawn shops and auction houses.
If his partners try to cash in,
I wanna know.
ESPOSITO: Absolutely.
A man leaves his life and a high paid
job to become the neighborhood saint,
only to get shot dead
after stealing a clock
that's worth less than your average car.
And then he gets thrown out
of a helicopter
that he didn't even need
to be in in the first place.
It makes no sense.
Given everything that
we know about this guy,
this is completely out of character.
Well, sometimes people
do inexplicable things.
There's an explanation for everything.
Is there?
You volunteered to take Eldin's shift.
Don't pretend.
If you aren't ready, why not just tell me?
- I'm sorry, Castle. I didn't mean to...
- You didn't mean to what?
Christmas means something different
to me than it does to you.
It's Christmas.
I mean, how can it be different?
(SIGHS)
Castle, every winter,
as soon as that chill rolls in,
I'm right back there in that alley.
January 9th, and we still hadn't
taken our Christmas decorations down.
And by the time my dad and I did,
it was like we were putting
Christmas away forever.
We haven't opened those boxes since.
I didn't know.
That's why every year
my dad goes up to his cabin.
And ever since I became a rookie,
I have taken the Christmas shift.
Because I know that there are
families out there
that are celebrating together
in their homes
and I am keeping watch,
and that is my tradition.
And that is important to me.
It's as important
as your tradition is to you.
And I'm sorry, Castle,
I thought I could let that go, but I...
I understand.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
- (BEEPS)
- Beckett.
Yeah, so I got a custodian who was
up on the roof last night for a smoke.
Did he see anything?
It's not what he saw. It's what he found.
The place was cleaned earlier
in the day, but when he got up there,
there was trash blown
all over the helipad.
Probably from the rotor wash
when it took off.
What kind of trash?
The kind that looked like someone
had been waiting for someone.
A soda can, candy wrappers
and an empty pouch of pipe tobacco.
Pipe tobacco.
Now, who do we know
that smokes a pipe and flies?
And remember, when you go out there,
Santa does not enter
through the chimney,
he enters through the heart.
What about through a helicopter?
Hmm?
- What're you doing?
- SANTAS: Ho!
- Put that down.
- Ho!
You crazy?
Ho! Ho!
I said put that down.
Ho! Ho!
(SANTAS GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
Merry Christmas to all...
(GLASS SHATTERING)
And to all a good night.
(HANDCUFFS CLICK)
I already told you where I was,
and it wasn't in any helicopter.
Yeah, about that. We checked
the photos from the Harlem Youth Club.
The Santa that was there was not you.
BECKETT: Where were you
that night, really?
Let me help you.
I just got off of the phone
with Chuck Ames,
the guy that owns that helicopter,
and he said that
you've rented it from him before.
So, I know the guy. So what?
You got no proof that I was
in that helicopter that night.
That's because you wiped it down
when you brought it back.
But you took something with you,
didn't you?
(DOOR OPENS)
We found this in your apartment.
- Care to revise your statement?
- (DOOR CLOSES)
BECKETT: Let me help you, again.
Edmund figured out a way
to make a quick score for you both.
He worked the party
and you were the getaway flyer.
And then when he got back
into the chopper,
you decided you wanted it
all for yourself.
All what? All he had was a damn clock!
Not just any clock.
A Thomas Tilledge worth $30,000.
That crap is worth 30 grand?
Wait, you didn't know that?
No, I... And I didn't kill him!
Come on, Dave!
You just admitted to being there.
All right! I was there.
Ed said he'd pay me two grand
to fly the chopper to that building,
wait while he loaded something
on and take off.
And it wasn't no clock.
He wanted to know how much
extra weight the chopper could handle.
What was he planning on taking?
For two grand I didn't ask.
I just flew to the helipad and waited.
Then all of a sudden,
here comes Edmund
running out on the roof
with the clock, yelling, "Go, go, go!"
- Next thing I know we're taking fire.
- Someone was shooting at you?
Hell, yeah!
They nailed Edmund
just as he boarded the chopper.
Did you see who it was?
No, it was dark.
I just cowboyed the hell out of there.
But poor Ed. I kept yelling
to him to close the damn door!
But when I turned back,
he was already dead.
The chopper banked hard,
and before I knew it, he was gone.
If Dave is telling the truth,
the shooter was in that building.
Not just in the building.
The only access to the helipad
is through Case Commerce.
Which means our killer was at the party.
Okay, but what was Edmund doing?
What was he planning on stealing
that weighed so much?
And why would he take
that stupid clock?
Makes no sense.
It makes even less sense now.
RYAN: We were running through
elevator security footage.
We found one person who went up to
the party who wasn't on the guest list.
The neighbor kid? Tim Cabot?
And look what he's holding.
BECKETT: A motorcycle helmet.
So he was the one that followed
Edmund on the motorcycle that night.
Kid's got a record, too.
B&E, assault, possession.
Yeah, but what the hell
was he doing there?
I think I may have an answer.
Remember that class-action suit
against SunCove Funding?
- Yeah.
- My contact at the SEC dug these up.
SunCove's original
Articles of Incorporation,
showing the name
of the account signatory.
Look familiar?
"James Edmund Smith." The victim.
Santa is the shark who bilked
those people out of their homes?
He has more blood
on his hands than that.
Tim Cabot's father died in a car crash.
Fell asleep at the wheel working three
jobs to pay his inflated mortgage,
courtesy of Edmund Smith.
That was Christmas Eve five years ago.
The Christmas that Edmund
walked out on his life.
So, it was a tale of redemption.
Edmund moves next door
to the family whose lives he destroyed,
dedicating his life to repairing theirs.
Never telling them who he really is.
But what if Tim found out?
Then it's a very different tale.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- (BELLS JINGLE)
Oh.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Cabot.
But we need to speak to your son.
Your mom doesn't know, does she?
But you do.
You knew who he was
and how he ruined your lives.
Yeah. Yeah, I knew.
- Tim...
- It was Ed, Mom.
He was SunCove.
He's the one who bled us dry.
Ed? Our Ed?
You must've been pretty angry
when you found out.
Hell, yeah, I was angry.
When he told me, I wanted to kill him.
But I didn't.
Wait. He told you?
Yeah. Last week.
He asked for my forgiveness, and
he said he wanted to make things right.
The lawyer was gonna drop the lawsuit.
But Ed said he couldn't sit by anymore.
He knew where there was evidence
that could win our case.
- But he needed my help.
- What kind of help?
I'm good with locks, all right?
He needed me to slip into the party
with the wait staff
and jimmy-open the storage room
door in back.
And why didn't you tell us this before?
Because I couldn't get in trouble again.
I need to be here for my mom.
What was in the storage room?
Files. Boxes of 'em.
Edmund said that they were original
unaltered loan docs from SunCove.
They were the evidence
he needed to set things right.
One of his old partners
must be at Case Commerce.
He recognized Edmund and realized
he was going after those files.
And that's why he needed
the helicopter.
He couldn't exactly cart them out
the front door.
And with the cops all over the building,
it would've been risky for the killer
to destroy them.
Which means they're still there.
Along with our killer.
I tried to stop them,
but they had a warrant.
What the hell is this all about?
We were about to ask you
the same thing.
CASE: I'm telling you,
I've never seen those files in my life.
So, then what were they doing in
your office storage space, Mr. Case?
- I don't have the slightest idea.
- (LAUGHS)
Are we really gonna play this game,
where you deny things
that you and I both know are true?
Like you telling me
that you didn't know Edmund?
We ran a background check.
You and Edmund
were business associates,
so why would you claim
that you didn't know him
unless you were hiding something?
Like your involvement
with SunCove Funding?
Did the two of you talk about
how much money you could make
if you could just bend the rules?
How easy it would be
to forge documents,
to put people into mortgages
that they couldn't afford?
And how you could make a quick buck
by selling them off to investors?
There's nothing in those files
that can implicate me.
And nothing to tie me to SunCove
Funding or to that man's death.
That clock that was stolen,
where did it come from?
I'm not sure.
- I'll have to ask my decorator.
- Don't bother.
We already have documents that prove
it belonged to the Cabots.
Who are the Cabots?
One of the families
whose house you stole.
They put that clock up
as collateral against a loan,
and when they couldn't make
the payments,
SunCove Funding kept it.
And that connects you to SunCove.
(CLEARS THROAT)
When you saw Edmund that night,
you realized that
he was going after the files
because he was gonna blow
the whistle on SunCove.
You knew that Edmund could
implicate you, so you killed him.
No, you're wrong.
The U.S. Attorney's Office
would freeze your assets,
they would seize all of your money.
You were gonna lose everything.
Now that is motive, that is opportunity.
And that is enough
for any jury to convict you.
I did not kill Edmund.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
But I know who did.
She was here.
She stopped by the party.
You must be kidding me.
Why would I kill him?
Because he couldn't live with himself
any longer, with what he had done.
Which meant that
he was gonna take away
the one thing that he left you
after the divorce,
your lifestyle,
paid for by SunCove profits.
He didn't come to you to apologize
that night, did he?
He came to warn you.
Because he knew that
if he blew the whistle on SunCove,
- you stood to lose everything.
- This is absurd.
You knew where he was going,
and you knew why.
So you followed him to the rooftop
and then you shot him.
I was at the benefit.
We know you were at Case Commerce.
We have a witness. You killed Edmund.
(SIGHS)
When he left me, he told me
he never wanted to hurt me.
That's what people always say
right before they hurt you.
(SIGHS)
Yes, he left me my lifestyle.
Five years later he shows up
on my doorstep telling me,
again, how he doesn't wanna hurt me.
(SIGHS)
You know what the worst part is?
Just for a moment
when he stood there that night,
I was happy to see him.
CASTLE: You gotta admire the guy.
Sacrificed everything
to redeem himself.
It's too bad his past caught up with him.
Still, those files are on their way
to the U.S. Attorney's Office.
Now the Cabots have a real shot
at getting back what they lost.
Along with the 42 other families,
all because of Edmund.
- (CELL PHONE CHIMES)
- Oh!
Speaking of people having
their homes stolen.
Is that your mother-in-law again, sir?
Detective, if you happen to receive
a report of a homicide tonight
at my address, do me a favor.
Ignore it.
(LAUGHS) Yes, sir.
Well, Castle, looks like
you might've been right.
Maybe there is a Santa Claus, after all.
Whether there's a Santa Claus or not,
that's not why I love Christmas.
When I was a kid,
no matter how bad things got,
my mother always managed
to make Christmas Eve magical.
Every year, she would put on
the Nutcracker Suite.
I thought, if she can do that
in our tiny apartment
when money was tight
and we were alone,
gave me hope that
things could get better.
I love that feeling, that sense of hope.
It's crazy, you know,
on the shortest, darkest days
of the year,
people of all faiths celebrate the light.
Plus, who doesn't love presents?
(BECKETT CHUCKLES)
(BELL DINGS)
Uh...
- Merry Christmas.
- You, too.
Yo, what are you still doing here?
Shouldn't you be at home,
stuffing your wife's stocking?
(SIGHS)
- I don't think I'm ready, Javi.
- For what? Sex?
No, for what sex leads to.
We were putting up
the tree the other day,
Jenny says to me,
"It just doesn't feel like Christmas
without kids."
She wants to try.
But I come to work,
I watch the news, and every day
it seems like the world's falling apart.
How am I supposed to bring
a kid into that?
The world's always falling apart, bro.
Since the beginning of time.
But having kids, making a family,
that's what keeps it together.
So go home.
Make a baby. You're ready.
Yeah. Thanks, bro.
- Merry Christmas.
- Yeah. Merry Christmas.
- Mmm.
- Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.
Mother, the glogg is excellent.
- And everything looks excellent.
- Thank you.
Just like always.
Oh, Richard. Richard, darling,
you don't have to look so miserable.
- Oh, no...
- She's right, Dad.
We know how much
this tradition means to you,
so we both decided to cancel our plans.
We're here all night, like always.
I love you both so much
that you would do that for me.
But I was wrong about tonight.
There's someplace I need to be.
- Dad, I...
- Go.
Go, go, go.
Aw!
(STAMMERS)
CASTLE: Uh...
- I was just coming to see you.
- I was coming to see you.
What about your shift?
I got Karpowski to cover.
What about your family tradition?
Um...
I was just thinking
it's time for a new tradition.
Me, too.
Oh, for God sakes, Richard.
Invite the girl in.
- Right. Would you...
- Yeah.
It's beautiful.
Merry Christmas.
- I didn't get you anything.
- What?
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Ms. Cabot, I'm Detective Esposito.
I have something that
I think belongs to you.
We found out that your husband
put that up for collateral
against the mortgage on your house.
I haven't seen this for so long.
It was handed down through
his family for generations.
I think that's why Edmund took it.
He wanted you to have it back.
(SNIFFLES)
Thank you.
Oh, wait.
Why don't you come inside?
We're just having dinner.
Okay.
(BELLS JINGLING)
(LAUGHING)
Honey, what is that?
(SCREAMING)
CASTLE: Aha!
(IN SING-SONG TONE) Found it.
Dad, you should toss that.
It's getting kind of gross.
Toss Cookie Angel?
No way!
You made this for me in first grade
(IN BAB Y VOICE)
With your chubby little hands.
Darling, could you pick me up an
extra bottle of aquavit for our glogg?
An extra bottle of hundred proof?
You're not tampering with
our sacred holiday recipe?
No, no, no. I'm just gonna make
an extra large batch
to take with me Christmas Eve caroling.
Oh, lt'll be after our Christmas dinner.
You don't mind, do you?
But it's Christmas Eve.
That's when we open the gifts.
Maybe we can open them
in the morning.
(LAUGHS) In the morning?
Mornings are for stockings.
Well, I think what Alexis is trying to say
is that she has other plans, too.
Just with a couple of friends. It's...
What friends? What plans?
What is happening
to our family tradition?
Dad, I think you're kind of overreacting.
CASTLE: I am not overreacting.
It's one night out of the year.
Is it too much to ask to stick
to the program?
Well, maybe your program
should evolve a little.
It is evolving. I invited you, didn't I?
You are still coming, right?
Yeah. I mean, if I don't have to work.
But look, okay, no presents.
Remember, we promised.
- It's a little too stressful this first year.
- No presents.
I'm flexible.
But there are certain aspects
to this that are time-honored.
The heart, the beating heart behind
the Christmas holidays.
And now Santa is dead?
When will it end?
Hate to break it to you, Castle,
but there is no Santa.
Well, not anymore.
You got to admit,
with that beard and that belly?
He looks like the real deal.
If by the real deal, you mean
an overweight man in a red suit,
who was hopefully carrying ID?
Yeah.
Along with lots of candy cane wrappers,
though I don't think that ID of his
is gonna do you much good.
BECKETT: "Kris Kringle.
Address, North Pole"?
That's cute.
CASTLE: Maybe he's the real Santa.
Like in Miracle on 34th Street.
Yeah, but with no happy ending.
This Santa fell out of the sky
around 9:30.
BECKETT: From an aircraft?
Maybe, but it wasn't a commercial
plane, I can tell you that.
With a fall from high altitude,
we'd see severe frostbite
on his eyes and his face.
(SIGHING) Hey, so I just talked
with the family.
They didn't see or hear
any planes overhead.
That doesn't make any sense.
He had to have fallen from somewhere.
I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES) Are we
overlooking the obvious here?
He hit some turbulence, slipped out
of his sleigh and fell to his doom.
RYAN: Santa, lying there dead.
You gotta ask yourself,
what kind of world do we live in?
A world in which there is no Santa
and people don't fall out of nowhere.
Can you check with Air Traffic Control
and find out what flights
were in the area?
Sure. Bah, humbug.
So was the fall cause of death?
LANIE: It looks like it,
but I won't know for sure
until I get him back to the morgue.
Well, Santa or no, he sure is committed.
And you're saying
there's nothing in his wallet
that indicates a break in character?
- Nope.
- BECKETT: Except for these boots.
They are definitely not from
the North Pole.
They're custom-made from
a leather shop in Queens.
Got a pair of motorcycle boots there.
Hopefully they'll have a record
of who this man is.
Hey, so I heard from Air Traffic Control,
but you're not gonna like the news.
They have no record of anyone
flying over the park during
the time our guy hit the ground.
How is that even possible?
Santa had his sleigh in stealth mode.
No. I mean, after 9l11,
how is it possible that someone
can just fly over Manhattan?
Sightseeing choppers do it all the time.
There was this one time,
I took a midnight loop around
the Statue of Liberty with this Latin...
Publisher.
No. He's right.
There's a Manhattan flight corridor
which doesn't require you
to radio in if you stay under 1,300 feet.
My mother-in-law is a licensed pilot,
as she keeps reminding me.
Part of a larger effort
to make me feel inferior.
I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES)
Did I just say that out loud?
Sounds like she's staying
with you, Captain?
One day soon,
your in-laws will visit, too.
And when they do, think hotel.
Oh, Lord, I hate the holidays.
(WHISPERING) Yet another quality
she has in common with the Grinch.
So, if we don't know
where our Santa fell from,
- do we at least know who he is?
- Well, hopefully we will soon.
- (CELL PHONE BEEPS)
- Unis rousted the owner
of that boot store in Queens.
They're getting him to open up
the shop and check his invoices.
Lanie's got something for us.
Can you keep us posted on the boots?
ESPOSITO: Yeah.
You're taking this one kind of hard, bro.
He's a symbol of childhood innocence.
It makes me wonder
what this means for the future.
It means there's gonna be
one less guy dressed up as Santa.
Ah.
Hey, so we're coming up
on Christmas Eve.
Gonna keep the tradition going?
You, me, a six-pack?
Madden on the big screen?
You know, I, um...
I think Jenny has other plans this year.
Remember how you asked
if that fall is what killed him?
Well, it wasn't.
I pulled this out of his back.
And that is a.38.
Do you still think
he fell off his sleigh, Castle?
No.
Clearly, he was shot out of it.
Talk about a war on Christmas.
Or he was just shot in an aircraft
and pushed out.
So, we have anything else?
Just this, embedded in his suit.
A chip of paint or some kind of enamel.
Cherry-red.
From a sleigh.
I don't know yet. I'm sending it down
to the lab for analysis.
Probably from a sleigh.
Are we any closer
to figuring out who he is?
ESPOSITO: We are now.
Name's Edmund Smith.
Lives in the Bronx.
Got his ID from that boot shop.
I'm sorry, you just came all
the way down here to give me this?
Yeah, I mean, you told me
to keep you posted.
You did say that, right?
BECKETT: You know what?
Castle and I are gonna go
and check out the place
and see what there is to see.
(SNIFFS) Mmm.
Javi, since when did you start
wearing cologne to work?
Oh, you know, well, it's the holidays.
And I've got places to be, people to see.
How about you?
Okay, I see where this is going.
I'm gonna stop you right there.
I already have plans for Christmas Eve.
I'm hanging out with my girlfriends.
Oh, that's cool.
Maybe afterwards you and I can...
Javi. Let's not be one of those sad,
desperate holiday hook-ups.
But when all this dies down,
if you still wanna get together,
just give me a call.
(SIGHS)
Um...
I don't think he's home.
NYPD.
Is there a super or someone
that can let us into this apartment?
Yeah, we have a key.
Tim, can you grab Ed's key?
Did something happen to Edmund?
BECKETT: So when was the last time
you saw him?
Oh, it must've been last night,
around 5:00.
I saw him leave with his costume bag.
I figured he was going on a job.
TIM: Ed was a professional Santa.
(CUCKOOING)
(CUCKOOING STOPS)
Looks like he took his job
pretty seriously.
No, he lived it, really.
I mean, volunteering at the rec center
and the shelter.
I mean, he was always here
for Tim and the kids.
He even helped with our lawsuit.
He was a Santa and a lawyer?
BETH: No.
We lost our house
and he was just trying to help us out.
He was like that.
Sounds like he got involved
in a lot of people's lives.
Do you think he made any enemies
along the way?
I didn't think so,
but then last week I heard this man
pounding on Ed's door,
shouting cuss words.
Did you see who it was?
TIM: I did.
I looked out.
It was an older, tough-looking dude.
When he saw me he said,
"You tell Ed if I see him again,
I'll kill him."
So, I told Ed.
How did he react?
Well, he told us not to worry.
But you could tell
he was pretty shaken up.
You think you could describe him?
You know what? I don't have to.
That's him.
Well, whoever he is, he's a pilot.
RYAN ON PHONE: According to
the tail number on that Cessna,
the plane is registered
to a David Dunne.
The guy's got priors, too.
Drunk and disorderly, assault.
Where do we find him?
Well, this just lists his place
of employment.
1215 Canal Street,
second floor.
(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
Wow, someone takes
Christmas seriously.
You should see our place.
Our tree is a 15-foot noble fir.
We have our garland shipped in
from some lake I can't pronounce,
by the Canadian border.
And wait till you see my train set.
Yeah, can't wait.
- Hi.
- Merry Christmas!
We're looking for David Dunne.
Oh, Dave's in the big room.
Teaching a class.
What is it you do here exactly?
We make magic.
SANTAS: Ho-ho-ho!
MAN: Again!
Ho-ho-ho!
Again!
Ho-ho-ho!
Once again from the diaphragm!
Ho-ho-ho!
Outstanding!
Santa school?
And I bet you one Santa is missing.
Ho-ho-ho!
This is crazy. I did not kill Edmund.
Trust me, you're gonna have to do
a lot better than that to convince her.
You can start by telling us
when you last flew your plane.
Not for weeks. You can check.
We intend to. Now where were you
at 9:30 last night?
I was at the Harlem Youth Center
handing out gifts to kids.
I wasn't anywhere near Edmund.
But you did engage
in some un-Santa-like behavior
at his apartment.
Is that what this is about?
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
That was nothing.
You threatened to kill him
and now he's dead.
I wouldn't call that nothing.
DUNNE: I can explain that, okay?
See, Edmund took one of my best gigs.
It was a print ad for Cartier.
I was their go-to Santa.
You know, this year they wanted
to go more warm and cuddly.
Well, look at me. I'm warm! I'm cuddly!
But no, they chose Edmund.
So, yeah, I drank too much
peppermint schnapps
and went over to his place
and popped off.
I'm not proud of it.
But that was all I did.
Did you see him again after that?
No. You have to understand,
when I first met Edmund five years ago,
he was at a low point in life.
I raised him up,
I taught him everything I knew.
I turned him into a world-class Santa.
And now I'm losing gigs to him?
Well, maybe that's it.
Maybe it's time to hang up
the fluffy red jockstrap.
Is that a metaphor or do you really...
When Edmund was killed,
he was wearing his Santa suit.
Do you know if he had a job last night?
You have to ask his agent.
Santas have agents?
Yeah, mostly we use
the Bells & Holly Agency.
You said Edmund was at
a low point in his life.
What did you mean by that?
I just think he became a Santa
to turn his life around.
And it worked, too.
Turn his life around?
Was he in trouble of some sort?
All I know is back when I met him,
Edmund was a totally different guy.
RYAN: David Dunne's alibi checked out.
Harlem Youth Club said that
he was there last night,
and his Cessna's been parked
in a hangar for over a month.
Did you find out what Santa job
Edmund was doing?
His agency said he wasn't booked
on any gigs last night.
So why was he wearing his Santa suit?
And how'd he end up dead?
Well, if this was a story, it would all
come back to Edmund's character.
Why he became a Santa
in the first place.
Turns out, it's a mystery all by itself.
I've been looking into this guy
and check it.
That is Santa five years ago.
Meet James Edmund Smith.
He was a private equity manager
at some big firm.
- That's the same guy?
- Yeah.
BECKETT: What happened?
Dedication to his craft.
Like De Niro in Raging Bull.
To be a Santa?
It's pretty extreme, I know.
And I'll tell you this much,
he didn't go all Santa for the money.
Back in the day, he used
to pull down a half a mil a year.
As Santa, he made a tenth of that.
You can make that much as a Santa?
Maybe I should switch jobs, huh?
What? Gain 200 pounds
and have a bunch of rug rats
sitting on your lap with dirty diapers?
- Yeah, thanks for that visual.
- Oh, here's another thing.
I pulled Edmund's financials.
On the night he was killed,
he withdrew two grand from his ATM.
He didn't have that money on him
when we found him.
His wallet was empty.
All right, take a look at the ATM footage
and see if anyone was with him.
He might have been robbed.
Robbed and then launched into space?
And how is that less plausible
than your sleigh?
I think you mean less "clausible."
What about his phone records?
He made a bunch of calls
to some lawyer in Brooklyn.
But here's the interesting one.
Last phone call he ever made was
to his ex-wife.
- Mrs. Claus!
- Gwenn Harwin.
I went back pretty far
in his phone records.
He hasn't called her
for at least three years.
So, he pulls out two grand,
calls his ex-wife,
and a couple of hours later,
he ends up dead?
Let's bring her in.
He called me to say that
he wanted to stop by.
It was the strangest thing.
When he showed up,
I didn't recognize him.
And now he's just gone.
I'm sorry to ask you this, Ms. Harwin,
but where were you last night at 9:30?
It's quite all right, I understand.
I was hosting a benefit for
the Food Bank.
And why did Edmund come to see you?
- To apologize.
- Apologize for what?
For the way he walked out on our life.
We were good together,
at least I thought we were.
Twelve years of marriage,
of building a life together.
And then five years ago,
Christmas Eve, we went to a party
and afterwards we stayed up
to watch It's a Wonderful Life.
And the next morning he left,
with just the shirt on his back
and no explanation.
But why would he visit you now?
He wanted me to know
how sorry he was for the way he left,
in case anything happened to him.
- What did he mean by that?
- I don't know what he meant.
I didn't even know who this man was.
He seemed very nervous
and very on edge.
Did he give you any indication
of what he was afraid of
or who might've been after him?
After he left, I went to the window
to watch him get into the cab.
And as the cab pulled away,
there was a man on a motorcycle
who was following him.
We're gonna need you to give us
a description of that motorcycle,
along with its rider.
Early Christmas present from Jenny?
Something like that.
Would you mind not touching it?
Ooh.
Well, well, well.
Now I see what you and Jenny
got planned for Christmas Eve.
Y'all gonna be getting busy.
(IN SEDUCTIVE TONE) Mmm-mmm.
Ho-ho-ho...
GATES: Uh...
I take it this is your idea
of working the Santa case.
Detective Esposito,
you're supposed to be digging up
that ATM footage.
And you are...
Chasing down that lawyer that
our victim had been calling, sir.
GATES: Okay, then.
Let's finish up this hoochie-coochie
thing and get on with it.
Yes, sir.
You're busted.
Bom-chica-bom-bow.
How does a guy on a motorcycle
connect to Edmund landing in the park?
Nothing connects. Why does a man
watch a Christmas movie,
then walk out on everything
to become a Santa?
Unless the key to Edmund's story
is It's A Wonderful Life.
You remember, in the movie,
George Bailey tried to commit suicide
on Christmas Eve
and was saved by an angel.
Which, in our story, is David Dunne.
Weird casting choice, I know.
But what if Edmund was trying
to jump off a metaphoric bridge,
you know, to start over?
As a Santa?
Yes. Yeah, that's where it falls apart.
Actually, it looks like Edmund
was way more than just a Santa.
I finally got a hold of that lawyer
that he'd been calling.
She'd actually filed a suit on
behalf of his neighbors, the Cabots,
who'd lost their home
to a predatory lender,
SunCove Funding.
Something about illegal practices
and forged documents.
Anyway, it's a class-action suit,
representing 43 families,
with millions of dollars at stake.
But why was Edmund
calling the lawyer?
She'd been working on a contingency.
She's already lost tons of money
pressing the case,
so she wanted to drop the suit.
But Edmund begged her not to.
In fact, he asked her
to hold off just a few days,
maybe he could turn things around.
- How?
- Well, he didn't say.
But she told him the only thing
that would turn things around
was a check for 25 grand.
What do we know about this company
that Edmund was up against?
SunCove? It's a fly-by-night.
They made their money,
then they folded.
Gates actually has a friend at the SEC
trying to dig up information on them.
Can you check with the Fraud Division,
see what they know about SunCove?
- Yeah, you got it.
- Thanks.
Speaking of It's a Wonderful Life,
I was thinking tomorrow night
perhaps we should have
a Christmas movie marathon,
or some other kind of marathon
that makes life wonderful.
(CHUCKLES)
Um...
What?
Castle, look, I know how much
the holidays mean to you,
and I know that you love Christmas,
but I can't make it tomorrow.
What?
The precinct is short-staffed.
So, I'm gonna have to work.
(STAMMERING)
Don't you have seniority?
How can this happen?
(EXHALES)
Look, I couldn't tell Gates.
She doesn't know about us.
Okay, so look,
I'm sorry, I know that
you're disappointed.
No! Ah... No. It's not your fault, I know.
It's okay.
I gotta get out of here, anyway.
I got a date with Alexis.
We're gonna do some
Christmas shopping.
- Okay, have fun.
- Okay.
- And don't get me anything.
- Right.
Hey, so I pulled this from
the ATM footage.
Edmund was alone
when he took out the cash,
but he did get into a cab.
Any idea where he was going?
Yeah, I traced the taxi using
the medallion.
Cabbie said that he took Edmund
to Ho-Ho-Kus Field.
It's a small airfield out in Jersey.
Is that where he got on the plane?
You'd think, but no.
The cabbie said that Edmund had him
wait so he could go meet somebody.
Then he got back in the cab,
they left the airfield
and the cabbie dropped him off
in Long Island City.
That doesn't make any sense.
How'd he end up in the air
if he went to Long Island City?
I have no idea.
But the person he met with
at the airfield might.
So, you pulled
the Christmas shift again.
You know, you shouldn't be
eavesdropping, buddy.
Espo, does that look cherry-red to you?
It does.
Just like the paint chip
we found on Edmund.
This lock's been tampered with.
Looks like it was forced open.
There's fresh blood here, and lots of it.
Looks like we just found
our crime scene.
Yeah.
Well, looks like the blood
is a match to Edmund,
but so far there are no prints.
It looks like the cockpit's been wiped.
If Edmund came down here, and
then he went back to Long Island City,
then how the hell did he
end up in this chopper?
Well, whoever was with him
has got to have the answer to that.
Let's start with who owns this thing.
Well, according to the airfield manager,
Mr. Mudge,
it belongs to a Chuck Ames,
but he's on vacation in Hawaii.
Hi, Mr. Mudge.
I'm Detective Kate Beckett.
Now, is anyone else authorized
to fly that bird?
Not that I'm aware of.
Looks like just about anybody
can have access to this airfield.
There's no check points, no cameras.
We never needed any till now.
The point is,
if someone did get onto this property,
how hard would it be for them
to fly that chopper out of here?
Anybody with a helicopter rating
could take it up.
R44 is easy.
You don't even need a key to start it.
So, then we're looking for someone that
knew the ins and outs of this airport,
along with the fact that that chopper
was gonna be here.
Maybe even someone who knew that
Chuck Ames was gonna be in Hawaii.
We're gonna need
Mr. Ames' contact info,
along with the names
of all of your employees
and everyone who's flown through here
in the past year.
Hey, I got Christmas lights to hang.
Yeah, and we have a murder to solve.
Now, is there any way to know
where the chopper flew last night?
Is there a flight recorder? GPS system?
Again, she's a low-tech bird.
Do you have a record of the fuel
that was in the tank?
Fuel log says it was full.
Which means we can figure out
how far the chopper flew
by how much fuel was used.
It was down about a fifth of a tank.
The R44 burns about
four or five miles per gallon.
So, flew about 45 miles.
That's almost exactly how far it is
to Long Island City and back.
Edmund took the cab there
and must've gotten in that chopper.
Okay. Let's check all the heliports
in Long Island City and find out where.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
I mean, it's bad enough
Santa has been murdered,
this will be the first Christmas Eve
in 18 years we haven't spent together.
I mean, it sets a grim precedent.
Dad, you're being dramatic.
Well, you can see your friends anytime.
Well, what if it's just one person?
And he's not really a friend.
Oh.
Oh, a new guy. Okay.
Well, does this non-plural
non-friend have a name?
- It's Max.
- Max...
I met him at the annual
Bad Poetry Contest,
- right before Thanksgiving.
- I see.
Well, bring him along.
I would love to meet this bad poet.
(STAMMERS)
- Meet my dad on Christmas Eve?
- Yeah.
That's way too much pressure.
Pressure to what?
Eat, drink and be merry? Lt'll be...
Max is going to London
with his family on Christmas Day.
I won't get to see him till after break.
We just wanna go
ice skating in the Park.
Yeah, of course.
Of course, go, have a great time.
Besides, you'll be with Beckett.
Right.
Oh, and don't worry,
I'll be home in bed before Santa comes.
(DOOR OPENS)
- Right.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
(BELL DINGS)
Captain Gates.
Yes, what is it?
I just wanted to make sure
that you got this
before you took off for the holidays.
Oh. Well, thank you, Mr. Castle.
Oh, I'm sorry,
I don't have anything for you.
Please, just being here
each day is a gift.
I just wanted to let you know
how much I appreciate all that you do.
You, and Detective Beckett.
Mr. Castle, I am on my way uptown
to meet my mother-in-law
to have tea and eat
those tiny freakin' sandwiches.
So why don't you just say
what's on your mind?
I'm just so worried
about Detective Beckett.
I mean, she works so hard.
Don't you think she deserves
a little holiday?
Isn't there someone else who could
take that Christmas Eve shift?
First of all, how I schedule my people
is not your concern.
And having said that, Detective
Beckett volunteered to take the shift.
Oh. When did she do that?
Earlier today, she came to me and
asked to take Detective Eldin's shift.
He has a family, and she doesn't.
Okay, then.
Problem solved.
BECKETT: Okay,
so that narrows it down
to five heliports in Long Island City.
RYAN: One is a police station,
one's a hospital.
They'd both be monitored.
So that leaves helipads
at Bankcorp building,
One West Hotel,
and Case Commerce building.
Case Commerce.
The candy canes.
Case Commerce, CC.
That's where Edmund was.
Let's find out why.
Hey, Castle. You coming?
Yeah, sure.
CASTLE: Oh, you can't escape it.
Christmas is everywhere.
So much pressure to have a good time.
Are you okay?
- Why wouldn't I be?
- Case Commerce. There it is.
Hi. What's going on here?
Looks like a heist occurred at
the office Christmas party last night.
A heist?
I didn't notice anything was missing
until this morning.
And that's when I called you people.
So you didn't happen to have
a Santa working your party, did you?
- Yes, we did.
- Did he look like this?
Yes, he was our Santa. Why?
Looks like our Santa was
a little more naughty than nice.
CASE: No,
I never saw him before last night.
And I wasn't aware
he'd stolen anything.
But given what we do here,
I suppose it could've been a lot worse.
And what is it that your company
does, Mr. Case?
Investment services,
asset management mostly.
Given the amount of client
and account information,
we'd be a gold mine for identity thieves.
None of those systems were touched.
So what did he steal?
A clock, from his office in back.
I'm sorry, did you just say clock?
Not just any clock, Detective.
An early Thomas Tilledge.
Oh.
Legendary clockmaker from
the Restoration period.
That must've been worth a great deal.
I had it appraised at 30,000.
Wow. How big was it?
It was about this size.
Small enough to fit in his sack.
You know, it's hard enough imagining
one of my guests being a thief,
but Santa?
Are you sure that
nothing else is missing?
Positive. Why?
Well, because our evidence suggests
that your Santa left by helicopter,
which was waiting on your helipad.
Why would he take a helicopter?
You didn't hear anything
from the party?
No, but the music was loud,
and the back wall is soundproofed.
Was there anything else
that was special about this clock?
Not that I'm aware of.
Okay, I'm gonna get one
of my detectives
to come down and interview your staff.
In the meantime, could I have a list
of all of the party attendees?
- Sure.
- Of course.
We'll also pull elevator footage
to make sure that
there weren't any uninvited guests.
CASTLE: 30,000.
That's a little more than the Cabots
needed for their lawsuit.
Maybe our Santa is Robin Hood,
stealing from the rich
to give to the poor?
Yeah, but why would he use
a helicopter to steal this?
I mean, he could've just
stuffed it in his sack
and ho-ho-ho'd out of there.
It has to be about
more than just the clock.
Well, there were a couple
more clocks on his work bench.
- Maybe this one's significant somehow.
- Okay. What's your theory?
Uh...
Treasure map inside.
No, no.
The clock was commissioned
by a secret society
to count down the end of days.
A secret society of Santas
who are the guardians of time.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, that's good.
Okay, putting aside the mystery
of the helicopter,
let's say it is about the clock.
How did Edmund know about it?
Nobody from the office recognized him.
Well, maybe he worked
the party before.
ESPOSITO: Sorry, bro. I checked.
He hasn't. But he sure was determined
to work it this year.
The agency had booked another Santa
to work that party,
but someone from Case Commerce
called about a week ago to cancel.
Let me guess.
No one actually called from Case.
Ding-ding!
And when he arrived, they assumed
he was the Santa they'd hired.
Kind of a brilliant scam, really.
You have access to high-end
homes and businesses.
And who's gonna distrust Santa?
Uh, his partners, apparently.
No honor among thieves.
Even Santa thieves.
All right. Have Robbery send that photo
to pawn shops and auction houses.
If his partners try to cash in,
I wanna know.
ESPOSITO: Absolutely.
A man leaves his life and a high paid
job to become the neighborhood saint,
only to get shot dead
after stealing a clock
that's worth less than your average car.
And then he gets thrown out
of a helicopter
that he didn't even need
to be in in the first place.
It makes no sense.
Given everything that
we know about this guy,
this is completely out of character.
Well, sometimes people
do inexplicable things.
There's an explanation for everything.
Is there?
You volunteered to take Eldin's shift.
Don't pretend.
If you aren't ready, why not just tell me?
- I'm sorry, Castle. I didn't mean to...
- You didn't mean to what?
Christmas means something different
to me than it does to you.
It's Christmas.
I mean, how can it be different?
(SIGHS)
Castle, every winter,
as soon as that chill rolls in,
I'm right back there in that alley.
January 9th, and we still hadn't
taken our Christmas decorations down.
And by the time my dad and I did,
it was like we were putting
Christmas away forever.
We haven't opened those boxes since.
I didn't know.
That's why every year
my dad goes up to his cabin.
And ever since I became a rookie,
I have taken the Christmas shift.
Because I know that there are
families out there
that are celebrating together
in their homes
and I am keeping watch,
and that is my tradition.
And that is important to me.
It's as important
as your tradition is to you.
And I'm sorry, Castle,
I thought I could let that go, but I...
I understand.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
- (BEEPS)
- Beckett.
Yeah, so I got a custodian who was
up on the roof last night for a smoke.
Did he see anything?
It's not what he saw. It's what he found.
The place was cleaned earlier
in the day, but when he got up there,
there was trash blown
all over the helipad.
Probably from the rotor wash
when it took off.
What kind of trash?
The kind that looked like someone
had been waiting for someone.
A soda can, candy wrappers
and an empty pouch of pipe tobacco.
Pipe tobacco.
Now, who do we know
that smokes a pipe and flies?
And remember, when you go out there,
Santa does not enter
through the chimney,
he enters through the heart.
What about through a helicopter?
Hmm?
- What're you doing?
- SANTAS: Ho!
- Put that down.
- Ho!
You crazy?
Ho! Ho!
I said put that down.
Ho! Ho!
(SANTAS GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
Merry Christmas to all...
(GLASS SHATTERING)
And to all a good night.
(HANDCUFFS CLICK)
I already told you where I was,
and it wasn't in any helicopter.
Yeah, about that. We checked
the photos from the Harlem Youth Club.
The Santa that was there was not you.
BECKETT: Where were you
that night, really?
Let me help you.
I just got off of the phone
with Chuck Ames,
the guy that owns that helicopter,
and he said that
you've rented it from him before.
So, I know the guy. So what?
You got no proof that I was
in that helicopter that night.
That's because you wiped it down
when you brought it back.
But you took something with you,
didn't you?
(DOOR OPENS)
We found this in your apartment.
- Care to revise your statement?
- (DOOR CLOSES)
BECKETT: Let me help you, again.
Edmund figured out a way
to make a quick score for you both.
He worked the party
and you were the getaway flyer.
And then when he got back
into the chopper,
you decided you wanted it
all for yourself.
All what? All he had was a damn clock!
Not just any clock.
A Thomas Tilledge worth $30,000.
That crap is worth 30 grand?
Wait, you didn't know that?
No, I... And I didn't kill him!
Come on, Dave!
You just admitted to being there.
All right! I was there.
Ed said he'd pay me two grand
to fly the chopper to that building,
wait while he loaded something
on and take off.
And it wasn't no clock.
He wanted to know how much
extra weight the chopper could handle.
What was he planning on taking?
For two grand I didn't ask.
I just flew to the helipad and waited.
Then all of a sudden,
here comes Edmund
running out on the roof
with the clock, yelling, "Go, go, go!"
- Next thing I know we're taking fire.
- Someone was shooting at you?
Hell, yeah!
They nailed Edmund
just as he boarded the chopper.
Did you see who it was?
No, it was dark.
I just cowboyed the hell out of there.
But poor Ed. I kept yelling
to him to close the damn door!
But when I turned back,
he was already dead.
The chopper banked hard,
and before I knew it, he was gone.
If Dave is telling the truth,
the shooter was in that building.
Not just in the building.
The only access to the helipad
is through Case Commerce.
Which means our killer was at the party.
Okay, but what was Edmund doing?
What was he planning on stealing
that weighed so much?
And why would he take
that stupid clock?
Makes no sense.
It makes even less sense now.
RYAN: We were running through
elevator security footage.
We found one person who went up to
the party who wasn't on the guest list.
The neighbor kid? Tim Cabot?
And look what he's holding.
BECKETT: A motorcycle helmet.
So he was the one that followed
Edmund on the motorcycle that night.
Kid's got a record, too.
B&E, assault, possession.
Yeah, but what the hell
was he doing there?
I think I may have an answer.
Remember that class-action suit
against SunCove Funding?
- Yeah.
- My contact at the SEC dug these up.
SunCove's original
Articles of Incorporation,
showing the name
of the account signatory.
Look familiar?
"James Edmund Smith." The victim.
Santa is the shark who bilked
those people out of their homes?
He has more blood
on his hands than that.
Tim Cabot's father died in a car crash.
Fell asleep at the wheel working three
jobs to pay his inflated mortgage,
courtesy of Edmund Smith.
That was Christmas Eve five years ago.
The Christmas that Edmund
walked out on his life.
So, it was a tale of redemption.
Edmund moves next door
to the family whose lives he destroyed,
dedicating his life to repairing theirs.
Never telling them who he really is.
But what if Tim found out?
Then it's a very different tale.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- (BELLS JINGLE)
Oh.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Cabot.
But we need to speak to your son.
Your mom doesn't know, does she?
But you do.
You knew who he was
and how he ruined your lives.
Yeah. Yeah, I knew.
- Tim...
- It was Ed, Mom.
He was SunCove.
He's the one who bled us dry.
Ed? Our Ed?
You must've been pretty angry
when you found out.
Hell, yeah, I was angry.
When he told me, I wanted to kill him.
But I didn't.
Wait. He told you?
Yeah. Last week.
He asked for my forgiveness, and
he said he wanted to make things right.
The lawyer was gonna drop the lawsuit.
But Ed said he couldn't sit by anymore.
He knew where there was evidence
that could win our case.
- But he needed my help.
- What kind of help?
I'm good with locks, all right?
He needed me to slip into the party
with the wait staff
and jimmy-open the storage room
door in back.
And why didn't you tell us this before?
Because I couldn't get in trouble again.
I need to be here for my mom.
What was in the storage room?
Files. Boxes of 'em.
Edmund said that they were original
unaltered loan docs from SunCove.
They were the evidence
he needed to set things right.
One of his old partners
must be at Case Commerce.
He recognized Edmund and realized
he was going after those files.
And that's why he needed
the helicopter.
He couldn't exactly cart them out
the front door.
And with the cops all over the building,
it would've been risky for the killer
to destroy them.
Which means they're still there.
Along with our killer.
I tried to stop them,
but they had a warrant.
What the hell is this all about?
We were about to ask you
the same thing.
CASE: I'm telling you,
I've never seen those files in my life.
So, then what were they doing in
your office storage space, Mr. Case?
- I don't have the slightest idea.
- (LAUGHS)
Are we really gonna play this game,
where you deny things
that you and I both know are true?
Like you telling me
that you didn't know Edmund?
We ran a background check.
You and Edmund
were business associates,
so why would you claim
that you didn't know him
unless you were hiding something?
Like your involvement
with SunCove Funding?
Did the two of you talk about
how much money you could make
if you could just bend the rules?
How easy it would be
to forge documents,
to put people into mortgages
that they couldn't afford?
And how you could make a quick buck
by selling them off to investors?
There's nothing in those files
that can implicate me.
And nothing to tie me to SunCove
Funding or to that man's death.
That clock that was stolen,
where did it come from?
I'm not sure.
- I'll have to ask my decorator.
- Don't bother.
We already have documents that prove
it belonged to the Cabots.
Who are the Cabots?
One of the families
whose house you stole.
They put that clock up
as collateral against a loan,
and when they couldn't make
the payments,
SunCove Funding kept it.
And that connects you to SunCove.
(CLEARS THROAT)
When you saw Edmund that night,
you realized that
he was going after the files
because he was gonna blow
the whistle on SunCove.
You knew that Edmund could
implicate you, so you killed him.
No, you're wrong.
The U.S. Attorney's Office
would freeze your assets,
they would seize all of your money.
You were gonna lose everything.
Now that is motive, that is opportunity.
And that is enough
for any jury to convict you.
I did not kill Edmund.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
But I know who did.
She was here.
She stopped by the party.
You must be kidding me.
Why would I kill him?
Because he couldn't live with himself
any longer, with what he had done.
Which meant that
he was gonna take away
the one thing that he left you
after the divorce,
your lifestyle,
paid for by SunCove profits.
He didn't come to you to apologize
that night, did he?
He came to warn you.
Because he knew that
if he blew the whistle on SunCove,
- you stood to lose everything.
- This is absurd.
You knew where he was going,
and you knew why.
So you followed him to the rooftop
and then you shot him.
I was at the benefit.
We know you were at Case Commerce.
We have a witness. You killed Edmund.
(SIGHS)
When he left me, he told me
he never wanted to hurt me.
That's what people always say
right before they hurt you.
(SIGHS)
Yes, he left me my lifestyle.
Five years later he shows up
on my doorstep telling me,
again, how he doesn't wanna hurt me.
(SIGHS)
You know what the worst part is?
Just for a moment
when he stood there that night,
I was happy to see him.
CASTLE: You gotta admire the guy.
Sacrificed everything
to redeem himself.
It's too bad his past caught up with him.
Still, those files are on their way
to the U.S. Attorney's Office.
Now the Cabots have a real shot
at getting back what they lost.
Along with the 42 other families,
all because of Edmund.
- (CELL PHONE CHIMES)
- Oh!
Speaking of people having
their homes stolen.
Is that your mother-in-law again, sir?
Detective, if you happen to receive
a report of a homicide tonight
at my address, do me a favor.
Ignore it.
(LAUGHS) Yes, sir.
Well, Castle, looks like
you might've been right.
Maybe there is a Santa Claus, after all.
Whether there's a Santa Claus or not,
that's not why I love Christmas.
When I was a kid,
no matter how bad things got,
my mother always managed
to make Christmas Eve magical.
Every year, she would put on
the Nutcracker Suite.
I thought, if she can do that
in our tiny apartment
when money was tight
and we were alone,
gave me hope that
things could get better.
I love that feeling, that sense of hope.
It's crazy, you know,
on the shortest, darkest days
of the year,
people of all faiths celebrate the light.
Plus, who doesn't love presents?
(BECKETT CHUCKLES)
(BELL DINGS)
Uh...
- Merry Christmas.
- You, too.
Yo, what are you still doing here?
Shouldn't you be at home,
stuffing your wife's stocking?
(SIGHS)
- I don't think I'm ready, Javi.
- For what? Sex?
No, for what sex leads to.
We were putting up
the tree the other day,
Jenny says to me,
"It just doesn't feel like Christmas
without kids."
She wants to try.
But I come to work,
I watch the news, and every day
it seems like the world's falling apart.
How am I supposed to bring
a kid into that?
The world's always falling apart, bro.
Since the beginning of time.
But having kids, making a family,
that's what keeps it together.
So go home.
Make a baby. You're ready.
Yeah. Thanks, bro.
- Merry Christmas.
- Yeah. Merry Christmas.
- Mmm.
- Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.
Mother, the glogg is excellent.
- And everything looks excellent.
- Thank you.
Just like always.
Oh, Richard. Richard, darling,
you don't have to look so miserable.
- Oh, no...
- She's right, Dad.
We know how much
this tradition means to you,
so we both decided to cancel our plans.
We're here all night, like always.
I love you both so much
that you would do that for me.
But I was wrong about tonight.
There's someplace I need to be.
- Dad, I...
- Go.
Go, go, go.
Aw!
(STAMMERS)
CASTLE: Uh...
- I was just coming to see you.
- I was coming to see you.
What about your shift?
I got Karpowski to cover.
What about your family tradition?
Um...
I was just thinking
it's time for a new tradition.
Me, too.
Oh, for God sakes, Richard.
Invite the girl in.
- Right. Would you...
- Yeah.
It's beautiful.
Merry Christmas.
- I didn't get you anything.
- What?
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Ms. Cabot, I'm Detective Esposito.
I have something that
I think belongs to you.
We found out that your husband
put that up for collateral
against the mortgage on your house.
I haven't seen this for so long.
It was handed down through
his family for generations.
I think that's why Edmund took it.
He wanted you to have it back.
(SNIFFLES)
Thank you.
Oh, wait.
Why don't you come inside?
We're just having dinner.
Okay.
(BELLS JINGLING)