The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries (1977–1979): Season 2, Episode 12 - Will the Real Santa Claus...? - full transcript

You wouldn't want to send
Santa Claus out

on a cold winter night
like this, would you?

We have Santa Claus
in our stable.

NARRATOR:
Here are a few scenes

from tonight's episode
of Nancy Drew.

What's this?
You can't arrest me.

I have a very busy time
coming up.

Now, he's on the run
from something or someone.

I want that old man dead.

He's crazy! He told the
press he's Santa Claus.

You can't let Santa Claus
spend the night in jail.



It's un-American.

(SCREAMS)

NARRATOR: Tonight
on Nancy Drew Mysteries,

Will the Real Santa Claus...

(PANTING)

MAN: Give me
your hand, Pop!

Come on, you can make it!

Climb up!

(PANTING)
There you go.

Thank you.
Most kind.

(COUGHING)

We lost him.

Champion's not gonna
like this.

Look, that train is a local.



It's gotta stop
at the next station.

River Heights.
We'll pick him up there.

Give me a hand here
a second.

George, could you get
this ladder?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

While I put
this crowning touch on...

Mr. Drew?

Let's not be here
all night.

Please.
You can't rush the artiste.

Hey, George?

Are you sure this Christmas
party is gonna end up in the park?

Sure it does.
Here.

George!

Oh!

I've never had a girl
fall that hard for me.

Not at first sight, anyway.

Nancy, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm sure
I'll be fine.

Ned, good to see you.
Good to see you, Mr. Drew.

(LAUGHING)
Glad you weren't late.

Girls, this is Ned Nickerson.
He's from the Boston DA's office

and he's here to work on
the Buchanan case with me.

Uh, Ned, this is George.

Hi.

George.

I guess you've already met
my daughter, Nancy.

Oh, hello.

It was entirely my pleasure.

That's a beautiful tree but you
were hanging the ornament all wrong.

Let me show you.

There. That's how
it should be done.

Thank you.

Isn't Christmas wonderful?

Oh, yes.

(JINGLE BELLS
PLAYING ON STEREO)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Ah, Carson.
Where are you all?

You ought to come over.
The party's flagging,

especially without your beautiful
daughter here to liven things up.

(CHUCKLES) We're just
getting ready to leave.

Listen, Pete, would you mind
if I brought an extra guest?

There's a young fellow from the
Boston DA's office I'd like you to meet.

Sure! The more people here, the
more Christmasy I'm gonna feel, huh?

LOCKHART: All right,
so we lost him.

STEWART: Well, we know he
got off the train. So where is he?

He just couldn't have
disappeared into thin air.

He's around here
somewhere.

He'll make a move.

And when he does,
we'll be waiting.

Don't worry.

He'll never see Christmas.

Déja vu.

Christmas Santas.

I love them.

(CHUCKLING)

CARSON: You know, Nancy,
I've really been looking forward

to the Havilands' party this year.
NANCY: Me too.

(EXHALING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(SIGHING)

(EXHALING)

(RUSTLING)

Hello.

What's your name?

I'm Charles and this
is my sister, Grace.

Who are you and what
are you doing in our stables?

Well, resting.

Just resting. I got a big
day ahead of me tomorrow.

Tomorrow's Christmas Eve,
you know.

Oh, I know.

Our father does not allow
strangers in our stables.

I'm going to have to
tell him about this.

No, no, now,
wait just a minute!

I'll move on in the morning.
I promise.

Look,

you wouldn't want to send
Santa Claus out

on a cold winter night
like this, would you?

(CHATTERING)

Pete.

What's happened?

They got it, got everything,
every piece of silver.

$10,000 worth
of antiques.

There's my coin collection,
the pieces of ivory, everything.

Who did?

"Thank you so much for the
generosity of your Christmas spirit.

"See you next year.
Santa Claus."

Not again.

What, this happened before?

Four times this week.

Somebody's left one of these cheery little
Christmas cards at each of the houses.

Well, you shouldn't have
handed that note to Miss Drew

and she shouldn't have
taken it.

Is that right?

Between you,
you may have destroyed

the only piece of evidence
the thief left behind.

Did you dust it for fingerprints,
saturation of sweat?

(CLEARS THROAT) Allow
me to introduce Ned Nickerson.

He's with
the Boston DA's office.

The thief came in the window.

Oh, you're an expert too, huh?

Well, you can still see his
footprints. They're not quite dry.

He must have been wearing
rubber-soled shoes.

How do you arrive
at that conclusion?

There are slivers of glass
embedded in the carpet.

They're too sharp to have
probably been there very long.

So the thief probably walked
through some broken glass

and it got embedded
in the soles of his shoes.

Go and get somebody and
dust the window for fingerprints.

(SIREN WAILING)

Nance,
what are you doing?

Oh, I was just looking
for some clues.

I found this
on the bush over there.

Doesn't prove anything, Nancy. It
could have been there for days or weeks.

Red.

Hardly the color a professional
second-story thief is gonna wear

when he robs a house.

Well, anyway, the party is
over. Mrs. Haviland's pretty upset,

so I think we better go.

Okay.

I guess there's nothing more
we can do here tonight.

Well, I'm gonna just
turn up that fire.

Good.

Is there a description on
this whimsical Christmas thief?

Not a word.
Oh, boy.

He seems to come and go
like a shadow.

Shadows have IDs,
MOs and records.

This is a professional
second-story job.

I'll have the office run a
check on second-story men,

see who's around,
who's just got out of prison,

who may have connections here at
River Heights and towns around here.

I doubt very much it's
someone living here, though.

Why?

Well, it's, uh...

You think this town is too
small to have thieves of its own?

Some of the biggest thieves in
the country are in this town. I know.

I've caught some of them.

You know, Dad, I really should
have stayed to talk to Alice Haviland.

I think I'll just go back
there and see if she's okay.

Nice to meet you,
Mr. Nickerson.

NED: Ned.

Ned.

You know, our Christmas thief
probably won't stand a chance

now that
the DA's department is here.

It's a comforting thought.

I think she likes you.

(SIGHS)

(GLASS SHATTERING)
Ah!

The Garlands are supposed
to be away.

(DIALING)

(WHISPERING) Get me
Captain Rogers. It's Nancy Drew.

Well, tell him there's been a
break-in at the Garland house.

I think the thief is still
on the premises.

And hurry!

(CREAKING)

(SCREAMING)

The Christmas thief!
Where?

He's in the Garland house!
I was in there...

You stay here.
Let's go!

Nancy, are you all right?

Yeah, fine.
I found our Christmas thief,

but I couldn't keep
hold of him.

What'd he look like?

He was dressed up
like Santa Claus.

He had a red suit, long beard,
black boots, and a ghoulish mask,

and he was getting away with
a red sack full of stuff. Hmm.

He's a pretty
audacious thief.

Hits the first house
at 10:00,

second house,
11:30.

Well, I've got six cars
blocking off the roads.

I'm gonna put two dozen men
in the immediate area.

Don't worry,
we're gonna get him.

Nancy, why don't you come
inside and I'll get you some tea.

Thank you.

(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

CARSON: Nancy, I'm just going
to take a look around the house

and make sure he didn't try
to hide in here.

(CHARLES SNEEZES)

Hello there.

Isn't it a little late
for you two to be up?

Mom lets us stay up
later at Christmas time.

Oh, I see.

Well, what've you
got there?

Nothing.

Could I see it, please?

NANCY: That's a lot of
bread and cheese and cookies.

Are you two gonna
eat all that?

You mustn't let
anyone else know.

It's a secret,
a big secret.

Well, I'm pretty good
at keeping secrets.

Could you tell me, please?

Well, we can't let
anyone else know, but...

We have Santa Claus
in our stable.

There he is!

Here, Santa.
Here, Santa.

CHARLES: Santa?
Huh?

(GRIFFIN LAUGHING)
Here, Santa.

And I brought you
a jar of cookies.

(CHUCKLING)

You've been very kind.
Thank you very much.

We really have to be
going now,

but it sure has been swell getting
a chance to meet you in person.

Don't forget us.
I'm Grace and he's Charles.

I won't forget you.

And we'll see one another
tomorrow evening, Christmas Eve.

Okay. Good night, Santa!
GRIFFIN: (LAUGHING) Good night!

GRACE: Good night,
and don't forget!

I won't.

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

(CHUCKLING)

That's a pretty dirty trick,
don't you think?

Hmm?

Telling those kids
you're Santa Claus

so that you can get
some food out of them.

Not if it's the truth.

What did you do
with the red suit.

I don't wear that any longer.

That's sort of old-fashioned in
this day and age, don't you think?

What about the mask?

I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.

You didn't manage
to catch me the first time.

Now you've got another chance.

Well, I'm sorry. I don't think
we've ever met before, Miss...

Nancy Drew.

What's your name?

Griffin.

Is that your first
or your last name?

Mmm...
Griffin will do.

You don't know anything about

those two houses being
ripped off in the last two hours?

No.

The guy was dressed up
like Santa Claus.

Now, I call that
most defamatory!

Oh...
Oh, yes, yes.

I did see somebody dressed as a
rather old-fashioned Santa Claus

climbing down from a window.

I assumed it was the father of the
house having fun with his children.

You did? Would you recognize
him if you saw him again?

(HORSE NEIGHING)
He did seem familiar.

He had a mask,
as you said.

He did?

Santa Claus doesn't take,
he gives.

It's not in his nature
to steal from anyone.

I had nothing to do
with those robberies.

I shall more than repay
the Havilands for their food

and the kindness of their
children, I can promise you that.

I believe you.

(DOOR OPENING)
Where did you come from?

I would like the answer
to that question.

Uh, this is Captain Rogers from
the River Heights Police Department.

Captain, this is not the man who
attacked me earlier. I'm sure of it.

Oh. Who are you
and what are you doing here?

Uh, taking shelter
for the night.

Passing the time.

A transient?

The covering over my head
is home. I visit many homes.

With or without the consent
of the occupants?

OFFICER: Captain?

ROGERS:
What is your name, sir?

Griffin.

Mr. Griffin, you are
under arrest! Take him.

NANCY: Captain!

(STAMMERING) You don't
understand. You just can't put me in jail.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow night,
it's my busiest night!

OFFICER: Yeah, sure, Santa.

You can't do this to me.
It's a travesty!

(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

STEWART: There he is,
over there.

LOCKHART:
They're arresting him.

That's strange.

What was that car
doing there?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

(PHONE HANGS UP)
Hello?

(DIAL TONE)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

NANCY:
Dad, are you awake?

Yeah, I am now.

(GROANING)

Telephone woke me up.

Good, 'cause there's something
I've gotta talk to you about.

Haven't you gone
to bed yet?

No.

I couldn't sleep thinking about
Griffin being locked up all night.

We've gotta do something
about him.

There's a funny thing.

I think I was dreaming
about him just now.

Your description of him was
so vivid, I could almost see him.

He's not the thief. I know
that just from talking to him.

There's something really special
about him. He was so gentle.

I can't explain it.

Dad,
you've gotta defend him.

Nancy, I...

Yes, let's go down to the
jail right now and bail him out.

You can't let Santa Claus
spend the night in jail.

It's un-American!

Nancy, it's 3:00 in the morning.

That's right.
Time's a wastin'.

Who was on the phone
just now?

No one.
Just woke me up.

Oh.

Hmm.

OFFICER:
Bail has been posted, huh?

Mr. Carson Drew? All right, I'll
release the old man in his custody

as soon as he gets down here.

(OFFICER HANGS UP)

(INMATES CHATTERING)

NANCY: Mr. Griffin.

Ah! Good day.
I've been expecting you.

CARSON: You have?

This is my father, Carson Drew.
He's an attorney. Mr. Griffin.

I think you need a good one.
He's the best.

My daughter's given to some
exaggeration when she's biased,

but I would be interested
in defending you.

Please sit.

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Griffin,

there are certain questions
I have to ask you

and I would urge you
to answer them truthfully

whether they are
incriminating or not.

Please don't take the Fifth
with your lawyer.

(CHUCKLING)
I understand.

(CHUCKLES) Good.

Did you have anything to do
with any of the robberies last night,

or the previous nights?

No. I only arrived
in your town last night.

Ah. Where'd you arrive from?

The train brought me.

Yes, but from where?

(STAMMERING) Uh, further away.

(CHUCKLES) But
where is it that you live?

Up north.

The, uh...

The police report indicated
that you had no ID on you,

no driver's license,
no credit cards...

Oh, I don't find any use
for any of those things.

Yes, but the fact that you don't have any
identification doesn't help you, Mr. Griffin.

Why?

Well...

You mean, if I don't have any
of those things, I don't exist?

(GRIFFIN CHUCKLING)

It means the police
consider you a transient,

someone without a home
or a visible means of support.

Oh.

Oh, I'm, uh...
I'm financially comfortable.

I work once a year
and the rest of the time

I supervise work
and travel.

And you had no idea

that that sack of stolen merchandise
was hidden in the stables with you?

None at all. I haven't seen
a sack like that in years.

Very old-fashioned.

Don't you think?

Well, I paid your bail,
Mr. Griffin,

and there'll be a preliminary
hearing in a couple of days

and at that hearing, the judge
will set the time of the trial.

In the meanwhile, you're
welcome to stay with us

until you find
other accommodation.

Oh, thank you very much.
I won't stay for long.

Uh, jumping bail is
a very serious offense.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

I have faith in you.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Good.

Good night.

Ah, thank you.

Thank you very much.

And a merry, merry Christmas
to you.

Dad, did you hear him in
there? It sounded like he was...

Don't say it, Nancy.
Don't even think it.

He's just an old man.
A hobo, I'd say.

And he's probably
a little crazy.

(WHISPERING) He's pretty
articulate for a crazy person.

Uh, my car is just
down the block.

Thank you, but I don't feel I
could put you to that much trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble at all,
is it, Dad?

No, we've got the room. And
after the stable, I imagine you'd...

Mr. Griffin?

Mr. Griffin?

I had no idea he'd given
all this to the press last night.

I mean, he actually told them
that he's Santa Claus!

The only reason
he held back the information

was because he didn't
want to start a...

How did he put it?
"An understandable fuss."

Obviously a flake.

Now, I had the guy run through
R & I. They came up empty,

but I got a line
on a second-story man.

Disappeared
couple of years back.

Goes by the name
of "Griffy."

Does that sound
familiar to anyone?

That proves nothing.

Now, he's on the run
from something or someone.

Well, that's the first time
I'm gonna agree with you.

Did you see his face last night,
Dad, before he disappeared?

He looked frightened. I don't
know what he saw out there in the...

He's really got to you,
hasn't he?

Now, the facts are that...

The facts are
not yet established!

Detectives also use instincts,
and feelings.

And hunches?

Hunches, that's right. I know Griffin's
innocent and I'm gonna prove it.

Even if I have to prove
he really is Santa Claus.

(EXCLAIMS)

You still think
she's taken with me?

Tag this and hand me
number four.

Thank you.

It's soiled,

with a green color to it.

I think we're gonna have
to do another test on that.

Uh-oh.

What?

As soon as you start to pace,
I know you're thinking.

And when that happens, you
usually get us both in trouble.

There's gotta be a common
denominator to these robberies.

Something I'm overlooking.

The thief takes silver
and household items.

Yes, because they're
easy to fence.

He also takes
jewelry and money.

All well-to-do houses.

Get me a list of all the people
who've worked in the homes

of the people
who were robbed,

even if they just worked
on a part-time basis.

Coming up.

LOCKHART ON PHONE: We almost
got him down by the railway yard,

Mr. Champion.

Almost isn't good enough,
Mr. Lockhart, is it?

I want that old man dead.

Well, he's been arrested
for theft.

He's out on bail,

but nobody knows
where he is.

Find him.

He's crazy!

He told the press
he's Santa Claus.

He probably didn't even know
what he saw.

He was there that night.
He witnessed the exchange.

I... I don't know
where he came from,

but he was there.

Lockhart,

I don't want a witness to $5,000,000
in drugs that changed hands.

Now, you get rid of him today.

Don't spoil my Christmas, huh?

(PHONE HANGS UP)

Yeah.

Yeah, Merry
Christmas to you, too.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING EXCITEDLY)

CLERK: What's going on here?

MANAGER: Calm down, children.
Santa will be with you.

Put your beard on.
Put your hat on.

(CHILDREN COMPLAINING)

(EMPLOYEES CHATTERING)

CHARLES: That's not
the real Santa Claus.

There's the real
Santa Claus!

Hi, Santa!

Well, what are you two
doing here?

We'd much rather talk
to the real person.

Well, you wouldn't want somebody else
to lose his job because of me, would you?

Huh?

GIRL: Santa! Santa!

Why do you call me Santa?
Now, why do you call me Santa?

Griffin!
That's who that is.

He's the guy they arrested
last night. It's the Christmas thief.

(CHUCKLES)
Carson Drew is defending him.

He told the police and the press
that he was the real Santa Claus.

Well, maybe he is.

BOY: You're the real one!

I look like him
like this?

You're the real one!
You look like him!

Do I? How do you
know what he looks like?

ALL: He's Santa!

I have an idea

that will make everyone
come to our Christmas party.

Take care of him,
will you?

(CHILDREN SHOUTING EXCITEDLY)

What's this?

(SHUSHING)

Children, let me speak
to Mr. Griffin for a moment.

Mr. Griffin, I'm John
Markham, store manager.

Oh, yes, yes.

(LAUGHING) We know who you
are and we know who you say you are.

If Carson Drew has faith
in you, then so do we.

Innocent till
proven guilty, eh?

Mr. Griffin, we're conducting
a Christmas Eve party tonight

and we've been looking
for our guest of honor.

(STUTTERING)
Oh, well, I...

And I think
we found our man.

Who better than
the real Santa Claus?

Look, I'd be happy
to start off your party,

but I won't be able to wait
until the end, huh?

BOY: What are you gonna
bring us for Christmas?

CHILDREN: Yeah!

NANCY: "Peter Cortez.

"Peter Cortez."

He's the gardener for the Havilands,
the Garlands, and the Bradshaws.

There was dirt and grass
stains on that red cloth.

If I could get a clear print of his to
match the print I got from the doorknob...

Nancy, don't you think
you should tell the police?

Not until I've got proof. I don't
want Ned to think I'm an amateur.

Where are you going?

Back to the scene
of the crime.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

You should have read this
morning's newspaper, Mr. Cortez.

You'd have read that they arrested
someone else as the Christmas thief.

And they found
your bag of silver.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, I think you do.

A stable can be
a dangerous place.

A horse can kick you
right in the head.

You know what I mean?

So far, the police can only
book you on robbery

because you haven't
hurt anybody yet.

You don't think I'd be so stupid as to
come here without calling the police first.

They'll be here any second.
They're on their way.

I really should have taken
care of you last night.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

OFFICER: All right.
Get him out of here.

I got a fingerprint I lifted off
from a doorknob at the Garlands'.

I'm sure it's gonna match
Mr. Cortez's.

Well, we'll get our forensic
boys right over to your house.

Can I take you home,
Nancy?

That's all right.

I'll take her.

How did you become
cavalry?

Your girlfriend told me
what you were doing.

I didn't like the sound of it.
Thought I'd check it out.

I didn't want to look
like an amateur.

What was that for?

It was for saving my life.

I'm gonna have to
do that more often.

You know something?

You're really not so bad
after all.

(CHUCKLING)

I gotta hand it to you. You said
you'd prove Griffin was innocent,

even if you didn't prove
he was Santa Claus.

And I think it's to
Mr. Griffin's credit,

after all he's been through,

that he has consented
to be our guest of honor

at our Christmas Eve
party tonight.

It's a joy.
It's a joy.

How did it feel to be representing
Santa Claus, Mr. Drew,

even if it was for just
a few hours?

It felt, uh,

(ALL LAUGHING)
Christmasy.

NANCY: That's the same car that was
outside the stable when they got Griffin.

That old guy surrounds himself
with more people than the President.

How do we get to him?

We wait until tonight,

when Santa's a nice,
fat target.

What about that lawyer?

I hear his daughter's
a detective.

She's the one that caught
the Christmas thief.

They've been the closest
to the old guy.

Suppose he told them
what he saw.

Well, they won't take
any more chances.

We'll get all three of them.

I got you some nice surprises
this year, Nance.

But you've never told me what
you really want for Christmas.

When I was little
and we were in Amsterdam,

I saw a little china
Dresden doll in a shop window.

It was a little Dutch girl
with clogs.

It was the most beautiful
thing I've ever seen.

I always wanted that doll.

I've never seen
anything like it again.

Not here, anyway.

Gee, you should've
told me about it.

(CLEARING THROAT)

(STUTTERING) Excuse me,
I don't want to interrupt.

Oh, Mr. Griffin, you're not
interrupting anything. Come on in.

I know the party's
about to start.

I didn't want to
leave it too late.

I just wanted to thank
both of you.

And particularly you,
Nancy,

for your faith
in an old man.

There's nothing
old about you.

You're the most youthful
person I've ever met.

(SCOFFING)

Well, my best thanks.
I'll see you at the party.

Mr. Griffin, you're running
away from someone, aren't you?

Who are they?

Who are those men who've
been watching you from the car?

Don't you worry your head
about it.

But I am worried,
and so are you.

If you'd just tell us about
it, maybe we could help you.

See you at the party.

(CAROLERS SINGING
DECK THE HALLS)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING EXCITEDLY)

Get your head down, dummy.
Somebody's gonna see you.

I'm freezing.
It's below zero up here.

It won't be all that long.

How soon does
this party start?

Right about now.

Well, where is he?
Where's Mr. Griffin?

We must start on time.
All the children are waiting!

Oh, he'll be here.
Well, he better.

A Christmas party is
not a Christmas party

if your Santa Claus
butts out on you.

NANCY: Oh, there he is.

MARKHAM: Oh, thank goodness!

Ah, what a fit!

Mr. Griffin, I knew our store
could accommodate you.

Store? What do you mean,
the store?

(CHUCKLING) Oh!

Oh, the store.

I see what you mean.

Now, isn't time getting on?
Shouldn't we go?

Yes, we should.

MARKHAM: Watch your step.

That number checked out
to a man named Lockhart.

Works for a syndicate chief out in
New York called Harry Champion.

Why would he be
after Griffin?

You know, we're gonna have
to ask him after the parade.

I told Rogers to put extra police
all along the route just in case.

Come, come. We're holding
up the party. Come on!

MARKHAM:
Let the festivities begin!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(CAROLERS SINGING
JINGLE BELLS)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

MARKHAM: Stop! Stop!

I'm going to go up and see if the
children have gathered to see Santa Claus.

ROGERS: I've got men posted
all along the route.

I've got an APB on the car.

What I want to know is what two
men like that are doing in my town.

(WHISPERING) They're
after Griffin, I know it.

Say, where is he?
He's gone.

What are we gonna do?

Oh, we'll just have to go on.

They're getting out
of the car right now.

But I don't see
the old man.

Someone must be
blocking him.

I'll just get Drew
and that girl first.

(GUN FIRING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

OFFICER 1: Everyone stay
down! Get out of the way!

OFFICER 2:
Surround the building!

Get down! Stay down!

(OFFICERS SHOUTING)

What happened up here?

It must have been
one of my men.

I wonder why
he didn't wait.

Here.

Dad, look at this.

What is it, Nance?

There are fresh sleigh tracks
in the snow.

They must've just been made.

Look at them.

And Griffin disappeared from
our car before we reached the park.

You don't really
think it...

Sure, why not?

Oh, Nancy!
Thank you, it's beautiful.

You're welcome.
Thank you.

Merry Christmas.
You, too.

Nancy, what...

Ah, just what I really
needed, number 29.

(CHUCKLING)

Thank you.

You're welcome.
Thank you, dear.

That's beautiful.

Mind if I join your Christmas?
My folks are a long way away.

Of course not.

Besides, you're family
now. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Hi. Merry Christmas.

GEORGE: Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Drew.
Merry Christmas, Ned.

Nice to see you.

They booked Lockhart and
Stewart for attempted murder.

The NYPD also want to see them.

This could be the break that
could lead us to Harry Champion.

That's good news.
NED: Yeah.

NANCY: I've never seen
that present before.

Where did this come from?

Read the card.

There isn't a card.

Maybe there's one
on the inside.

Any news of Griffin?

NED: No. Rogers still has
an APB out on him, though.

"For believing. Merry
Christmas. Griffin."

I don't believe it.

I don't think
they're gonna find him.

Thank you, Mr. Griffin.

(SINGING) We wish you
a merry Christmas

We wish you
a merry Christmas

We wish you
a merry Christmas

And a happy new year