Leverage (2008–2012): Season 3, Episode 14 - The Ho Ho Ho Job - full transcript

Extended forecast
for the next five days.

Unusually high
temperatures here in Boston, ranging...

- Parker.
- Unseasonably warm.

Just... Give...

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

But it's not Christmas
without snow!

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

All we need is for this low
pressure system from Canada

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

Yeah, I'll get right on that.
Where you goin'?

- Caroling.
- Oh.



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

Ah, son of a...

Well?

I want flurries.
Make it happen.

- This is for you.
- Thanks.

Cheers.

Ah.

See you later.

Bah, humbug.

Nate, there's
a client here to see you.

We're closed.
It's the holidays.

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

It's Santa.

Oh. Don't you think?



Really?

The rich and powerful,
take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes bad guys
make the best good guys.

We provide... leverage.

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

Out of the way.
Go. You, too.

- Have you been nice?
- Move!

- Uh-huh.
- Of course you have!

Here you are, my dear.
Thank you! And who's next?

C'mon, Frank.
Up, up, up. Let's go.

Oh. Uh, Santa's a little
busy right now, Mr. Dooley.

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

- That's not mine. That's not mine.
- Well, we found it

in your locker, Frank. And
you're fired. C'mon. Come on.

No! Santa's not fired! No,
no, not in front of the kids!

Please, no, the children,
the children.

- Come on, take over.
- No need to push! No need to push!

Hey, keep Christmas rollin'.
Mm, beard up, beard up. Right.

OK, let's get Christmas goin' again,
people. All right, Merry Christmas,

Merry Christmas, Merry
Christmas, Merry Christmas.

But the children.
This is so humiliating.

I am no drunk!

He lied.

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

- You can ask my wife.
- This guy, Dooley,

the mall owner, why
would he wanna frame you?

Over the past month,
he's fired all the old Santas.

Guys who've worked the mall for
years. And their replacements?

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

I walked in on them meeting with
Dooley, and they all clammed up.

They're up to something. I told
Dooley, I'm the senior Santa.

I run the Toys for Tykes
drive every Christmas Eve.

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

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

Poor Santa.

This is not just some
part-time job I've lost.

I make appearances as Santa
all year round. It's who I am.

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

I just want my reputation back.

I wanna be Santa again.

Mm-hmm, OK.

Uh, thank you, Frank.
Uh, we're gonna talk it over.

OK, thanks. Thanks.

Uh, no, no, no, no...

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

What?

Parker, no.
This is too thin.

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

and not spend the
holidays together. Come on.

OK, bad enough it's Christmas
and there's no snow on the ground.

But this is Santa we're talkin'
about, OK? We can't turn away Santa!

You know that's not
really Santa, right?

Obviously. Santa lives
at the North Pole.

OK, uh, Pop, uh,
a little more smile.

No, kill it, too much smile.

All right. Mom,
you're great. One second.

I need Junior over here.
And you, scoot!

Good times. Kris Kringle, open up
the eyes, man. C'mon. It's Christmas.

You scared the kids. On three.
Twenty-eight, 19, three.

Yeah, that should be on a magazine.
All right, get on. Who's next?

Oh, it's quite fun being able to shop
on the job. Ooh, that's quite nice.

Is that what you want? You want
me to get that engraved for you,

I'll need to know
your real name.

You know what's also quite nice? A
gift certificate. That's nice, too.

Sure, yeah.
OK, looks like I'm up.

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

Mr. Dooley? Hi, Anton Underhill.
Retail consul...

- I really don't have time for this.
- Well, time is money,

and that's what
I'm offering you.

Parker, Eliot, be quick.

Mr. Dooley's not in his office at
the moment. May I have him return your call?

- Feliz Navidad.
- All these are for Mr. Dooley?

They are if his name is...

- ...Ashley.
- That's my name!

- No kiddin'?
- Yeah! I swear.

Now, why would someone bring
him a bunch of packages

when a pretty little thing
like you is sittin' right there?

There's
so many of 'em.

Yeah. I tell you what...

What if we open just one?

It's not Christmas yet.

It feels like Christmas
to me right now.

Eliot.

- Mm, chocolates!
- Outstanding!

- Yum!
- Classic.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know what?

Since we're...

Let me...

Now, this one here,
that feels like lingerie to me.

I'm just sayin', I deliver a lot of
packages, and it feels like lingerie to me.

Mm.

Sad.

Happy!

Dooley framed Santa
with his own Scotch.

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

You got obstructed sight lines.
The signage is at the wrong height.

And you've got, uh,
you know, you got the...

...the bad element, uh,
you know, chasing out the good.

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

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

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

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

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

But why don't you check out the sales
at Talarico? Denim jackets are half off.

Think about it.

Eben Dooley, Jr.,

inherited the Regency Square
Mall three years ago

after his father passed, and has
since nearly run it into the ground.

According to his
computer files, he...

Turn that off!

Parker!

What?

As I was saying,

according to his computer files,
he's been inflating income.

And the reality is, the mall's
on the verge of bankruptcy.

Well, that would explain
the anti-anxiety meds.

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

- Parker. Is that the Lion
of Gilgamesh? - Mm-hmm.

Stole it in Dubai in '05.

I think it looks nice next
to the Star Sapphire

- I took from the Prado.
- Oh, careful!

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

Happy birthday, Jesus.

Hey, guys, check this out.

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

And those Santas? Ex-cons.

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

Thought they could fool me
with those fake beards. Sad.

You kiddin' me?

Yeah, yeah,
it's an insurance scam.

He's desperate for money,
so he fires the old Santas.

He hires these goons
to rob the mall.

And by fleeing to San Lorenzo,
he's got an alibi.

If we can take Dooley down,
we can prove he framed Santa.

Yeah. Sophie, you don't let
Dooley get on that plane.

And, uh, we're gonna need
somebody inside the mall.

I'm already on it. Hacking into the
mall's employee database as we speak.

Stop it.

Hey, Eliot,
you in the spirit yet?

Ho, ho, ho.

What do ya want
for Christmas, kid?

You're not really Santa.
Is that a real beard?

Hey, don't.

You smell like my stepdad
after he plays basketball.

Why is the North Pole
over here this year?

It's usually on the other side
by the pretzel stand.

They'll put frosting on
your pretzels if you ask.

All right, look, man, frosting's
gonna give you cavities, OK?

- Happy holidays.
- Wait, I want a Rubbery Robby!

You'll get a Sammy Spankin'
you don't get off my lap.

Don't worry, Santa
just hasn't had his morning nog yet.

You're Santa!
Respect the suit!

Parker, this beard is itchy, all right?
And somebody peed on my lap earlier.

And everybody wants
a Rub Me Robby.

Rubbery Robby! It's a toy.

- This is the worst job ever.
- This is the best job ever.

Oh, this is easily one
of my favorite missions.

Nate, I don't understand
why couldn't you play Santa.

Well, you know, Dooley's seen
me, first of all, and, secondly,

you just fit in better
with the other Santas.

- Really? You're the ex-con. -
Yeah, but you're just so... jolly.

Jolly.

Hardison, I'm gonna... I got a
lump of coal with your name on it.

OK, Sophie, have you made
contact with Dooley yet?

On our way to the car now.

Wow. This guy's
right on the edge.

I could really do
a number on him.

- Get up.
- All right, make sure he doesn't get on that plane.

And listen, if you can spook him
into calling an audible, go to town.

* Deck the halls
with boughs of holly *

Hardison,
here's the real driver.

* '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 *

* See the blazing
Yule before us *

* Fa-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la *

* Zap the car with EMP

* Fa-la-la-la-boom *

What's with the power?

All right.

Why isn't this working? C'mon.

Hey, come on!

Hey, hey!

C'mon! What?

Christmas in the
tropics, eh? That's no fun.

- I'd rather be there than here.
- Oh, not me.

It's not the holidays
without a chill in the air.

Got my whole family coming over
from Slough. So many details.

So many last-minute preparations.
Is everything ready, hm?

- Yeah.
- Is my goose cooked?

Is there enough
plum pudding for everyone?

Don't wanna get caught, not
for getting someone a present.

No, no, no, no, no.
That'd be a crime.

Excuse me.

Hi. Yeah, it's me. Uh, could you
run through it one more time, please?

Well, because I want to know
that everything is ready!

- You tracking this?
- No, the signal's encrypted.

For a bunch of Santas,
they have some damn good tech.

Nate, these guys aren't talkin' on their phones.
Maybe Dooley's workin' with somebody else.

Don't tell me to calm down!
All right, I am the one who...

I'm the one who's
putting himself on the line.

OK. All right.

Excuse me, miss, uh, could you hurry?
I really need to make my flight.

You're the boss.

Oh, uh, excuse me, miss? There's
something wrong with the...

Hey! What's happening? Hey! Hey!

Flight's delayed.

- Hey.
- What's up?

- 'Sup.
- 'Sup with him?

- You know that guy?
- Nah.

Where'd you come from?

- And don't say the North Pole.
- Relax. I'm on the team.

Dooley brought me in. A little
extra help for the job tonight.

- Good. We could use the extra muscle.
- Where do you want me?

Front and center.

Ho, ho, ho.

Give to the needy.
'Tis the season.

Oh, Eliot, c'mon. You're not gonna get any
donations like that. Put some heart into it.

I don't understand why I can't
just take these guys out, all right?

I took down a Uruguayan death squad
with nothing but piano wire and a br...

What? Santa stuff, man. You
got any money? Get the hell on.

Listen, there'll be plenty of
clobberin' time once the job begins.

Now, we just have a couple hours before the
mall closes, so relax. I'll bring you a pretzel.

I... I have
to catch my flight.

Oh, you're not going anywhere,
I'm afraid. Not in your condition.

No, you don't understand,
I have to get out of town.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Calm down.

Do you know how lucky you are? The
universe must have a plan for you.

No, not me.
I am beyond saving.

No one's
beyond saving, Mr. Dooley.

Not at Christmastime.

More morphine.

More drugs.

Santa.

Why don't ya help out the needy,
man? I got a quota to fill here.

Yeah, ho, ho, ho.

- How ya doin'? Merry Christmas.
- Yeah.

- They got credit cards for those things now?
- I don't know, man.

I guess it's more convenient these days.

- I gotta get a picture of this.
- Damn the jokes, man.

I will knock you out with
this bell, man. I'm serious.

Come on, you...

Hey. Hey, man, this thing's
got an RFID antenna.

Radio frequency ID.
Maybe to prevent shoplifting.

Or not.

Guys,
those are at every exit.

Do you think they're
connected to the robbery?

Not a physical robbery.

- There you go. Merry Christmas.
- Thank you.

It's virtual.

So you're sayin' this thing's
bigger than we thought?

Guys, this whole mall
is a identity sponge.

Between the kettle
and the RFID readers,

Dooley's collecting thousands of credit and
debit numbers through the holiday season.

Yeah, Christmas Eve is the peak
time for credit card activity.

These companies' defenses, they're overwhelmed
by all the last-minute transactions.

And the systems, they're up all
night tryin' to process the backlog.

- Sure.
- So fraudulent charges aren't gonna flag.

Yeah, but credit cardholders are only
liable for, what, 50 bucks of fraud?

- Well, per incident.
- Yeah. If there's hundreds of incidents

and hundreds of
transactions on every card...

When the stores close tonight,
Dooley and his team

are gonna rip off millions of
dollars and no one'll even notice.

He's stealing Christmas.

I was just trying
to stay afloat.

What am I supposed to do?
So much debt.

- Credit-card fraud? - Sophie, find
out how Dooley's pullin' the trigger.

- He's gotta be working with a hacker.
- He's right on the edge.

I think I can turn him, get
him to call the whole thing off.

Well, hurry up.
We might be too late already.

Hello? How quickly can you
get to Boston Common Hospital?

Ho, ho, ho,
ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
ho, ho, ho, ho!

- Santa?
- Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Well...
If it isn't Ebenezer Dooley!

Taken a
little tumble, have we?

- What are you doing here?
- Children in hospitals need toys, too.

You look like you could use
a, uh, Rubbery Robby doll.

I fired you. Why would
you be kind to me?

Oh, Santa doesn't
hold grudges.

But there is something
I want to talk to you about.

Credit card fraud, Eben?

On Christmas Eve?

What? What are y...?

How do you know?

Santa knows everything.

He's got a list.

OK, what are you? What...?

Are you the real Santa?

You know?

- You know what I did?
- Ho, ho, ho.

I wanna...

I wanna be nice, Santa.

I don't wanna be naughty.

Well, then you know
what you have to do.

Call off your hacker, and Santa
will pretend this never happened.

Here.

That's him now!

Hey. I...

Yeah, I want you to stop.
Turn it off.

I don't wanna go through...

Hm? I don't...

He wants to talk
to Sophie Devereaux.

Who is this?

Hello, Sophie.

It's the Grinch
who stole Christmas.

- Chaos?
- Long time, no try to kill you.

Now, this here's Colin Mason, otherwise
known by his hacker handle as Chaos.

There's no way I'm gonna try
to out-con Sophie Devereaux!

- Hello, Sophie.
- Chaos.

I take it that, via your comms,

I'm talking to the
entire Justice League?

Hello, Chaos. I thought we left
you rotting in a federal prison.

Oh, c'mon, those things are made to be
broken out of. You of all people know that.

Especially one that runs its security
off an unencrypted operating system.

Am I right, Hardison?

Oh, and, uh, Parker?

You look yummy
in that elf costume.

Nate, the Santas.

Come on.

They're gone.

Hey,
guys, their cocoa's still warm.

They can't be far... y'all.

Damn it, Hardison.

Don't bother tryin'
to chase us.

All the pieces are in place
for my credit card catastrophe.

And there is nothing that you,

or that waste of painkillers
Eben Dooley, can do about it.

Oh, and Hardison?

This is a nice gun.

Maybe if I'm a good boy,
Santa will bring me one.

Oh, Lucille Two!

Ho, ho, ho!

C'mon, man!

What'd he set
the EMP on? Toast?

He killed her, Nate.

I hate him. I hate him.

She was a good van.

We'll get you another.

Santa is so angry.

How's he
gonna pull this off?

OK, look, his network is piggybacking
off of the city's trunk line,

its Internet backbone. Uh, Eliot,
you can rip all you want, man,

but you're not shuttin'
Chaos down from here.

What?

- He's pulled the trigger.
- Then every second that we delay,

innocent people
are getting scammed.

- So the only way to turn Chaos off...
- Is to turn off the trunk line.

Which is housed at...

- The Yakamoto building.
- Hardison, that's a major operation

on a military-grade facility.
I can call my sources, man.

I need a... I need a week
of plannin', new equipment...

All right, Sophie, meet us at
the Yakamoto building downtown.

We're gonna pull
an Edward Albee.

- Get her away from... Stop it!
- Are you folks OK?

Yeah, yeah.
No, I veered...

- This is a restricted area.
- I had a little too much eggnog.

- I mighta hit your building.
- It's all right, but you...

- Keep her away from me!
- You know who lives in a red brick building?

My sister!

- Fifth floor!
- You know what?

That was not on
my bucket list, OK?

Oh, c'mon. Do you know how many
chimneys Santa has to go down tonight?

You only had to go down one.

- Meow, meow, meow, meow.
- Calm down. Hold on a second.

Do you have sisters?
Every five minutes, sneaking...

Every chance he gets, I say,

he's over at my sister's.

You know,
when this is over,

we gonna have us a long talk.

OK, server room is that way.

Merry Christmas, buddy.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas!

- I love you, baby.
- I love you, too.

- I'm sorry.
- Ah, it's OK.

My sister,
she's not even cute.

- I don't even like her.
- No.

Sorry, bud. Get some overtime.

Server room alarm is off.

Don't touch anything.

Nate, man, this is like trying
to plug a fire hose with a pebble.

Hardison, are you
saying you can't do it?

When have I
ever said that, ever?

He's in.

- You're in, right?
- Yeah.

Just have to find the sector with the
mall, so we don't shut down the whole city.

All right, Chaos.
This is for Lucille Two.

Oh, you can keep knockin',
but you ain't comin' in.

Yeah, OK. We should
probably... Shall we?

Yeah, shall.

Well,
people, not bad, huh?

For, like, what was it? Eight
minutes of planning?

I feel bad I had to take out the
guard, though. I left him a candy cane.

Oh, that's all right. I feel
like caroling. Is it too late for caroling?

- Of course not.
- Hey, man.

- It's still Christmas Eve.
- What's the matter?

Come on, we did just take down one
of the most secure facilities in town.

- Boom, don't leave me hanging.
- Every law enforcement agency

- is descending on the Yakamoto right now.
- Come on.

Why would the Treasury
Department be sending a car?

I mean, why would they be interested in some
neighborhood losing their Internet access?

I don't know. Uh,
trunk lines can't be hacked.

The government could use them
for a security application.

- Theoretically.
- Call up the mall.

Now, when you shut off the lines to
the mall, you also shut off the depository.

Yeah, that's it right there.

OK, guys.

We just got played.

Gentlemen, the Federal
Bank Depository is ours.

'Tis the season to be jolly.

How do you not think to ask your
sources what else is on that trunk line?

How come you didn't figure out
Chaos was after the bank, man?

- I thought all you dorks thought alike.
- I did my job, man!

- You wanna see me do mine?
- Your job is to deliver magic and joy

- to little boys and girls.
- Wow, I thought Christmas at Aunt Emily's was humiliating.

All I'm... You gotta
check every, every avenue!

- I did check every avenue!
- Enough!

We all did our jobs.
Everyone except me.

Now, Chaos, he manipulated
us because we're the best.

Now, my job is
to see two steps ahead.

I should've realized that this
credit card scam was a setup.

I didn't.

This way.

Nate Ford's crew
really came through for us.

I knew they would. All I had
to do was set up the dominos.

Then my mesh network
maxes out the credit cards,

and the cash rolls in. Is
the answer to your prayers.

Tell me again
about the money.

He can't treat you like this.
I know somebody who can help.

Ask for Nate Ford.

He's very dependable,
that Nate Ford.

I didn't
take this job seriously.

I don't know. I just, um, I
led us right into Chaos' trap.

We were all thrown.

Yes, but it's my job
not to be. I'm sorry.

You're what?

Christmas Eve
is a magical night.

You just ruined it.

OK, the plan is...

...to figure out
the plan in the car.

Hold up!

We're good to go!
Now, fellas, don't get greedy.

Only take the first 50 million.

Any visual on Chaos?

No sign of entry,
no roof access.

They must have
gone in underneath.

No. Tunneling's too risky.
Woulda taken months.

Unless the tunnel
was already there.

Back in the '60s,

the pedestrian tunnels were
sort of the wave of the future.

The Mob made a fortune on the contracts
until the state shut them down.

And you got this from
your days in insurance?

Uh, no. My dad's pals.
They used to joke about

going to live in the tunnels
when their wives kicked them out.

So how do we get in?

Why is the North Pole
over here this year?

It's usually on the other
side by the pretzel stand.

- The North Pole.
- What?

Their entrance is under
the North Pole. Let's go.

All right, you guys, let's go.
'Tis the season to move your asses!

OK, let's all line up at the North
Pole. Santa's got presents for everybody!

- Dooley?
- Hey, driver lady!

And pushy consultant guy!
You're just in time.

Hey, pull up the beard, son.
Respect the suit.

- Told ya.
- What's goin' on, Frank?

The Toys for Tykes drive
is back on, thanks to Mr. Dooley.

Yeah. It's still Christmas Eve,
and I said to Santa,

it's not too late to make
those kids' dreams come true!

Drove a bus to the family shelter

and loaded everyone up. At first
I thought it was the pills,

but now I
think he's really changed.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Eliot, go meet Chaos in the tunnels. The rest
of you got some last-minute shopping to do.

Well, if it
isn't Kristina Kringle.

Chaos.

- You killed my friend's van.
- Oh, yeah, I wrecked that van.

- Take him out, guys. Meet me at the garage.
- All right.

We doin' this beards
or without beards, boys?

Santa's comin' to town.

Yes, I'm calling about the
attack on the trunk lines.

Eliot, what's happening?

Let's go!

Eliot!

Eliot,
what's happening?

Eliot?

Nate, they're headed
back to the mall.

OK, I'll take it from here.

Hurry up! Chaos is waiting.

Come on.

Gimme your bag.

Santa!

Ho, ho, ho...

All right!

That's right, kids! The Santas
have brought toys for everybody.

Ho, ho, ho!

Boys.

Come on,
spread the holiday cheer!

Now, you heard the elf.

- You can't make me.
- No. But they can.

Hey, hey, kids!

- Go on, kids. Dig in.
- Where's the money?

- What's that?
- What is this stuff?

- This is crazy!
- This is a doll, man!

What happened to the money?

Let's go!

What happened to the money?

Ho, ho, ho!

Special Agent Hagen.

You must've gotten my
handler's call. Deep cover.

You're gonna find the
stolen cash under the tunnel.

There you go.

Come on. Everyone gets one.

Hand 'em out, Santas.
Pass it out, pass it out.

- What did you get? What did you get?
- Wait.

Wait for the kids to leave.
We don't wanna ruin Christmas.

C'mon. Here you go.

- C'mon, kids. Open 'em up. Don't be shy.
- Thanks, Santa!

Ho, ho, ho!

Ah, Santa, how're we
gonna top this next year, huh?

Do you mean
I have my job back?

I think this mall could
use a Santa year round.

You are high
on the holiday spirit!

Yes, I am! And pills
mixed with morphine.

I can't believe you
let me drive here.

So are you mean or not?

Sh. Don't tell anybody.

Sorry, Santas. But the
Grinch has a plane to catch.

- Whassup, Mason.
- Oh, come on.

You got it? Hey, you be
careful with him, all right?

I mean, he looks harmless, pathetic
even, weak chin, pale complexion,

but, uh, I assure
you he's dangerous.

You have to admit,
it was a good plan.

Yeah. But there's one
thing you didn't count on.

- Oh, no!
- You forgot about the true meaning...

- Don't you say it!
- ...of Christmas.

- That barely applies here!
- Let's go!

- Come on.
- Ho, ho, ho.

Hey,
pardon my language on Christmas,

- but, uh, we kicked Chaos' ass.
- Yes, we did. Here's to that.

Yes.

Hey, so when are you
gonna take that off?

It's the whole... The Santa
beard didn't do it for me.

- Wow.
- Hey, listen.

This being Christmas Eve and all,
um, Sophie and I, we thought...

Well, me, mostly.
Sophie definitely helped.

Uh, we thought... And, by the way,
there's no need to reciprocate, mind you.

- It's... But we thought that...
- We got you presents.

Yeah.

- You bought us gifts?
- Well, I wouldn't say bought exactly.

- We, um... obtained.
- Yeah.

So, Eliot, you're first.

- It's a Hanzo sword.
- Yeah.

How'd... Who'd...

- Who did you talk...?
- Well, I know a guy

who knows a guy
who knows a samurai.

Hardison?

No, this can't be.

It is. It's Prototype Seven.

They haven't even released
Version Five yet. I...

- I won't tell if you won't.
- You better believe it.

- Don't torture her.
- OK, all right, Parker,

you're next.
Put your hands out.

How did you know?

Non-sequential serial numbers?
My favorite.

Oh!

You know,
I got something for you, too.

- Oh, you shouldn't have.
- Yeah, you're right...

Give it to me, quick.

There we are.

"Your Name Here."

Yeah, uh, you don't
have to give me anything.

In fact, I'd prefer if you didn't.
I'm very hard to shop for, so...

- Sh, sh, sh
- I, uh...

I'm gonna give you something.

There's something for you.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.