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Most Wanted Santa (2021)

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(bright music)

(waves rumbling)

(upbeat bossa nova music)

(keypad beeping)

- What to wear, what to wear?

Yeah, this is perfect.

(upbeat music continues)

(drink pouring)

Merry Christmas to everybody.

- I'd like to say

happy holidays.

As you know, Capital

Finance started

as a small but proud company

and now we have a long and

successful track record.

But last year we

had some challenges.

We had to do some right-sizing,

but I promise you this.

It will only strengthen us,

to make us more

profitable in the future.

So here's to profits.

(gentle bossa nova music)

(keypad beeps)

(safe beeping)

(bossa nova music continues)

- Hold it right there, Santa.

- Ooh, well er,

what would you like the

Christmas, young lady?

Whoa, now look,

that would make the

holidays merry and bright.

(indistinct chattering)

(camera clicking)

Santa's gonna be

careful to put you

on my naughty, but nice list.

And Merry Christmas to all,

to all, goodnight.

(door clicks)

(water splashing)

(bells ringing)

(gentle background piano music)

(woman sighs)

(indistinct chattering

and laughing)

- Thank you, lovely lady.

(woman giggles) And what

is it that you want most?

- Oh, I don't want anything.

- Oh come now, everyone

wants something.

If you could have anything for

Christmas, what would it be?

- What I want, I can't have.

- Try me, I'm Santa after all.

- How about Van

Gogh's "Starry Night"?

(giggles) I'd put

it by my bedside

and I would fall asleep

every night looking at it.

- Van Gogh?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ho, ho, ho.

(woman giggles)

I don't think it's a Van

Gogh that you really want.

- Yeah, like I said,

what I really

want, I can't have.

- I don't know about that.

Have faith in the

magic of Christmas.

- Hm.

Goodnight, Santa.

- M'lady.

(woman giggles)

(sleigh bells ringing)

(woman sighs)

(sudden tense music)

(man crashes into the woman)

(footsteps scampering)

- Hey, stop!

(feet tapping on the ground)

(hand whacks the bag)

(man whacks the dumpster)

(man groaning)

Now, as a Christmas gift,

I'm gonna give you

a second chance,

but I don't ever

wanna see you out here

doing something like this again.

You got me?

Get out of here!

(woman sighs)

You've got to be

kidding me. (sighs)

- Wow, excuse me,

lady, that was ...

(knee whacks the man)

(man groans)

Impressive.

(woman sighs)

- Who are you?

- I'm just here to help,

an innocent bystander.

Although, I'm not

standing at the moment.

- I'm sorry, are you okay?

- Well now, that depends.

Am I hallucinating?

(woman giggles)

(man groans)

Apology accepted.

- I thought you were

one of his friends.

- My friends don't

snatch purses.

- Well, thank you

for trying to help,

I appreciate it.

- Well, you clearly

didn't need my help.

- Hm.

- Where are you headed?

- Office holiday party.

- Sounds fun.

- Yeah,

as much fun as you getting

the wind knocked out of you.

- Oh, I don't know,

I didn't hate it.

- Yeah well, happy holidays.

- Same to you.

- Hm.

Erm, by the way,

what are you doing in an alley

behind a dumpster anyways?

- Um, you know, I

couldn't resist this lamp.

Yup, this, there look at that.

- Do you like that?

- Yeah, I mean, it's an antique.

It's gotta be worth something.

- It looks like an

ugly old lamp to me.

- Well, sometimes you have

to look beneath the surface

to find the true value.

- Have a good night.

- Good night.

(helicopter whooshing)

(siren wailing)

(energetic music)

(indistinct police voices)

- Well, it's not a great party

until the cops show

up, right? (laughs)

- Ma'am, this is an

active crime scene,

I'm gonna have to ask you

to wait in the living room

with the other guests.

- I'm FBI, Agent Winslow.

Harper Winslow,

Art Crime Team.

- That was fast.

- I was in the neighborhood

when the call came in,

and pardon the fancy attire,

office holiday party.

Even the FBI likes to get

into the holiday spirit

around this time of the year.

- (laughs) Anyway,

I'm Detective Lopez,

and to get you up to speed,

the original artwork

was locked in the safe

behind the replica

that was on display.

Why would anyone do that?

- Well, it's like

expensive jewelry.

Knock-offs are created,

so they can be worn for

our security reasons.

- Uh, how much did the

original set you back?

- 15 million.

- 15 million.

- 15 million?

- It was a Hawkins.

Some people may not

realize that art

can be a much better investment

than a stock or a real estate.

- And it brings

you joy to look at?

- Yeah, that too.

- Why did Santa

steal the replica

if he already got

the real thing?

- Santa?

- Oh, the suspect was

dressed as Santa Claus.

- So, we meet again.

- You know Santa?

- Oh yes,

he made off with about 30

million last Christmas.

(gentle music)

Excuse me, dust brush.

Hm, it's gonna take

about a billion years

and 720,000 pounds of

pressure per square inch

in order for this to

be worth anything.

- Again?

- It's coal.

- Uh-oh,

so what'd you do to get

on Santa's naughty list?

- Well, I don't believe in

Santa, so we could start there.

- And I'm guessing

that there's no video

of this Santa, right?

- That's right, he hacked

the security system

and turned off all the cameras,

but a guest did get

a selfie with him.

We reached out to

the party planner

and she's tracking him down.

- And she'll find that the Santa

that was scheduled to

show tonight did not.

He's not our guy.

- (huffs) The system

is state-of-the-art.

It's designed to have

500 million ...

- 500 million

possible combinations

on a variable sequence.

- [Alex] That's right.

- How frequent was the sequence?

- Every 60 seconds.

- Every 60 seconds?

Ah, he didn't make a

list and check it twice.

He's hacking the

password in realtime.

(helicopter whirring)

- She just struts right in

wearing her designer stilettos,

and she just takes

over my investigation.

- Well, she is an expert on

the FBI's Art Crime Team.

- Oh.

- Don't let the shoes

fool you, she's tough,

she has to be.

- Tough?

Art crime, come on,

what, do you need a

badge or a museum pass?

- You know, art crime

is dangerous business.

We're talking hundreds

of millions of dollars,

the mob, money laundering.

That's why I put you on it.

No one is tougher than you,

except maybe her.

(laughs) Hey look, this heist

is serious FBI territory,

you know that?

- I know it, but I

don't have to like it.

I can't even begin to describe

to you how annoying she is.

Just wait, you'll

see, oh my god.

"Oh, I'm FBI Barbie

and I spent my entire paycheck

on this two feet of material

that is my little black dress.

Oh, and I know everything,

including the half

life of carbon."

Oh, what an f-ing nightmare.

- Actually there isn't

an FBI Barbie yet,

but I did write

Mattel requesting one.

And also my dress was

50% off final sale,

I never pay full retail.

- Agent Winslow, Captain

Matthew McDowell.

- Nice to meet you.

- And you.

- Okay, you 100% could have said

that she was standing

right behind me.

- Yes I could have.

Did you know that Agent

Winslow was responsible

for breaking the security breach

at the Smithsonian last year?

- Oh wow. (laughs)

I didn't even know they had

a breach at the Smithsonian.

Did someone steal Judy

Garland's slippers.

- Actually, they did,

but I wasn't on that case.

So, this Santa, he's

on our most wanted list

and we think that he can

lead us to the black market

on arts and antiquities.

I mean, it's not only

valuable, but it's our history.

- Huh.

Yeah, I guess I never

thought of it like that.

- Hm.

- Well, I brought

you all, some donuts.

- Are these DaVinci Donuts.

- Oh yes, they are.

- Stop it, the line is around

the block at that place, 24/7.

- Well, a friend of a

friend is the owner.

- Oh, Taste of LA says,

"The Candy Cane Truffle

is all the proof you

need Santa's real."

- Front row, Candy Cane Truffle.

- Okay, maybe you're

kidding me, right?

I mean, are we cops

or food critics now?

- Okay people,

I'm going to need a minute

alone with this donut.

- Everyone, yeah just FYIs,

I made a batch of

my Grandma Louise's

Christmas sugar

cookies, help yourself.

- Hm, did you substitute the

salt for the sugar again?

- Oh my god, that

happened one time!

Once, nobody here can forget it.

- An officer cut his

lip on a Budnt cake

she made for our summer picnic.

- The icing glaze turned

out a little sharp.

- He had to be raced to the

hospital, seven stitches.

The picnic table looked

like a crime scene.

- Apparently, Joe

was on some sort

of blood thinner at the time.

- I'm not saying don't

try Carly's cookies.

I'm just saying if your

tetanus sh*t isn't up to date,

you might not want to risk it.

- Okay, well you are all

horrible, horrible people

and I hate you all.

(Harper laughs)

Let me try one of these

candy cane truffle thingies,

see what the fuss

is about, okay.

Huh, see this.

(happy music)

Okay, wow.

(Harper giggles)

- Okay well, I'm just gonna

leave you too busy elves

to find Santa.

Have yourselves a

merry little time.

(Harper giggles)

Bye.

(traffic rumbling)

- So, the er, woman

took a live photo,

so there were multiple sh*ts.

- Can we look at that one?

- Mm-hmm.

- Both of his eyes are open.

A little closer on the eyes.

- [Carly] Oh, they're dreamy.

- Even more, on his right eye.

A backward five

and part of a two.

- Yeah, it looks like

it's part of the passcode

to the Sykes security system.

He's wearing customized

smart glasses.

Now, a low-beam laser

projects an image

directly into his retina.

He would have been

fitted for these glasses

based on the distance

between his pupils

in order for them to work.

And the shape of the lenses

is also quite unique.

- I'll see if the lab can help.

- Great.

- Hm.

(indistinct radio chattering)

And you were right about the

Santa assigned to the event.

I talked to the party planner,

she used an entertainment

service called Party People

that hires performers

for parties and events.

Kyle Anderson was

scheduled to work,

but he received an email saying

that the event was canceled

and so Party People said

they didn't send ...

De-de, you don't, you

don't have to do that.

- What, are you crazy, who

doesn't love sugar cookies?

They're wonderful.

Do you mind if I take

some for the road?

- Uh, yes please, take

as many as you'd like.

- Thank you.

- Where are you going?

- I have to go

undercover to find

a $15 million Hawkins

somewhere in the exciting

art world of Los Angeles.

- Er, not without me you're not.

- Yeah, I work best alone.

- Ditto babe, but around here

we've got a little

something we call teamwork.

- I have spent years developing

this undercover identity

and I am not going to

let you jeopardize it.

- Oh, wow, yeah.

Well, I happen to

go undercover a lot

and er, maybe I don't want

you jeopardizing my cover?

- Oh, what's your cover?

- Er, er well,

usually it's erm

(clears her throat)

a hooker or a homeless person.

- (sighs) Okay.

Well, I mean, could

you pick something

a little less professional?

- So, you're saying I can go?

- (breathes in) Let's see, hm?

- Okay, well this

is really awkward

and uncomfortable for me.

You know, we do have

an HR department

and I could report you.

- Hmm.

- I don't ...

You are making me very ...

What are you doing?

- Er, I'm just thinking

like, who could you be?

For example, I'm an art expert.

I go by Rachel Fox

and I picked Rachel

because it's my mom's name

and it's easy to remember.

- I know, my aunt's name, Sofia.

- Ooh, I like Sofia.

- Yes.

- That's nice.

- Okay.

- And you're an accountant.

- Okay, well I

need a new outfit.

- No, I think you look great.

- So you're saying I've

looked like an accountant?

Wow, okay, well,

any other insults?

- Okay, looking like an

accountant is not insulting.

Okay, so here's the plan.

I'm an art expert

and I am in for

a high-end piece, for my

boss who lives in Miami.

- And I am there

to make sure you

don't spend too much

of the boss's money.

- Exactly.

- Yes.

- Look at you, good.

Okay.

- Okay.

- All right, let's go.

- All right.

(upbeat rock music)

(gentle string music)

- Hello, welcome to

the Ridgestone Gallery.

Is there something

I can help you find?

- Perhaps there is.

I'm shopping for my boss

and she's out of state.

She's looking for

something extraordinary,

very high end.

- How high end?

- She's in the 10 million range.

- Well, that

wouldn't be something

we can help you with here.

We don't carry works

at that price point.

- Could you possibly put us in

touch with someone who might?

- Quinn Carlyle is who you want.

She only deals in

art at that level.

- And how do we get

in touch with her?

- Well, she works within her

private network of clients.

- I have to say, I

absolutely love your ring,

it's a beautiful antique.

- Oh.

- I'm guessing early 1920s.

- Yes, that's right.

It was my great grandmother's.

- An emerald in a

Tiffany setting,

she had amazing taste.

- Oh, thank you.

(gentle string music continues)

You know, actually

I do happen to know

Quinn is having a

small holiday gathering

for the city's

biggest art patrons.

At her gallery,

tonight at seven,

incredible renovation, cost

her over a million to do it.

- Wow.

That was very helpful.

- Sure, good luck.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

(door clatters)

(traffic rumbling)

(sighs) I can't believe

people still fall for that.

- Well, people love compliments.

- Oh, people are suckers.

- Yeah.

Oh, by the way.

- Hm?

- Really great work in there.

- Oh, thanks.

Hey!

(Harper laughs)

- Hey, do you mind if I take

off for about an hour or so

and head to the museum?

It helps me think.

You know, I've solved

more than one case

just looking at a

beautiful work of art.

- Ha, kickboxing

does that for me.

I pretend the bag is my ex.

- Oh.

(gentle guitar music)

I don't care about the scene

I don't care

about the location

All that matters now to me

That you're

wherever I go, baby

I just need you by my side

- Most people don't

notice this one.

- Oh, they should.

Until the day I die

Hm, it's you,

the lamp guy.

- Yeah, Chris North.

- I'm Harper.

- So what do you see?

- Me?

Oh, I see the bright blues

that blend with the

red and the orange.

I see the lightness

of the brush.

You know, it's like looking

into the eyes of a bride

right before she

walks down the aisle

or a child who had

just been let out

on a beautiful summer day.

It's pure joy.

- The artist committed su1c1de.

(melancholy music)

- (laughs) Not when

he painted this one.

His wife had just given

birth to his daughter, so

he was really happy at

this moment of his life.

Do you see the soft lines

flowing into the colors

and then abruptly stopping?

It's like he knew this

would be short-lived.

- I never noticed that.

- It's just a reminder

that life is difficult

and you should make the

most of happy moments.

- Like this one?

- Hm.

- You certainly know

a lot about art.

- Oh, my mom was a art

teacher and an artist.

You know, I must have

taken after my dad

because I cannot draw a tree.

(they laugh)

My mom's work was wonderful.

You know, I used to love

to go into her studio

and watch her mix together

the most amazing colors

as the morning sun came

through the window.

Oh, it was magical.

- Yeah, I know a little

bit about that feeling.

My grandfather is

very much into art.

- Oh, was he an artist too?

- Er, something like that.

- Hm.

Okay, what are the chances

that we would run into

each other again, here?

- It's crazy, right?

- Yeah.

- It's the universe

of connectivity.

- The universe of connectivity?

- Yeah, you know, like er,

when you come across

an unusual word

and then the next

day someone uses it

or when someone's on your mind

and then suddenly they just

show up out of nowhere.

That's all part of the

universe of connectivity.

Somehow, I believe you were

meant to be in my universe.

- Hmm, it's interesting,

or it could just

be a coincidence.

- (laughs) I don't

believe in coincidences.

(phone buzzes)

Well, unfortunately

that's gonna be enough

art for me today,

but for me, this

was a happy moment.

- Me too.

- Well, I'm sure our

paths will cross again,

but just in case,

say we meet here, same

time, same place, next week?

- Hm, sure.

- Then it's a date.

- Okay. (giggles)

(traffic rumbling)

It's Christmas time again

(door squeaking)

Kids around playing

- Oh, you just clean

up really nice.

- Oh, (giggles) thanks.

I actually had to go

shopping this afternoon,

it's been a long time

since I've been out.

So, now what?

- We grab some wine.

- Oh.

- And then we mingle

with the other guests.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

And then we look for

the star of the show,

Ms. Quinn Carlyle. (giggles)

(indistinct chattering)

Oh wow,

oh, the St. Nicholas

pipe, it's beautiful.

Did you know he

wasn't even Nordic?

- I never even

thought he was Nordic.

- He was born in

270 AD in Patara.

- Huh, Patara?

- Turkey.

- Oh.

- He was the patron saint of

children and repentant thieves.

- Ooh, thieves?

Was St. Nick a crook?

- No, more like a Robin

Hood minus the stealing.

- Oh.

- He was really rich

and gave to the poor.

In fact, the tradition

of leaving a stocking

came from a legend

that he would throw

real gold pieces

into the poor families' homes

and it would land in a shoe.

- Is there anything

you don't know?

Kind of annoying.

You know that, right?

- Yeah, I know.

- Huh, of course you do.

- I'm sorry, I just have

one of those memories

that really annoys people.

- Hmm.

- I just, I read something

and I just have to share it.

I can't help myself.

- No, it's okay

and I'm actually

learning something.

You know, to be honest,

I thought working with

you was gonna be awful,

but it,

it's actually been kind of fun.

- Hmm, well thanks,

Detective Lopez.

- Oh, you can call me Carly.

- You can call me Harper.

- Okay, but don't get the

wrong impression, all right,

we're just, we're not,

we're not partners or anything.

- Of course not.

- We're not gonna be

braiding each other's hair

and talking about boys,

okay?

- Yeah for sure,

- Yeah.

- Okay, no.

- So, are you seeing anyone?

(they laugh)

- But yeah, just

having this job,

a relationship is a

little challenging.

- Oh, I hear that, (laughs)

but er, this job can be tough.

You know, it'd be nice to

have someone to come home to,

you know, someone

who gets what we do.

- Like Captain McDowell?

- What?

No, I guess you don't

know everything.

- Hm.

(glasses clattering)

I'm gonna take that

as a yes. (laughs)

- [Carly] Ah, I'm guessing

that's Ms. Carlyle.

- Yes, I'd say so.

- Hm, welcome to

the Carlyle Gallery.

I'm the owner of the

gallery, Quinn Carlyle.

- It's a pleasure, Ms. Carlyle.

I'm Rachel Fox, and this is

my associate, Sofia Valenti.

- We heard you might

be able to help us.

- Perhaps.

- I'm in the market for

a high end art piece,

well my boss is.

And the value of the piece

is much more important to her

than the provenance

and paperwork.

- Hmm.

- Of course, we

want a good price.

- What's the range?

- Oh, we're thinking 10-20.

- Er no, we're thinking

15 million tops.

- Oh, remember you

get what you pay for.

I'm sure I can find something

for you and your boss

and your accountant here, hm?

- Thank you, Ms. Carlyle.

- Please, call me Quinn.

- Quinn.

- Really?

I'm the cheapskate

at 15 million?

What kind of crazy

world is this?

- The art world.

(gentle Christmas music)

(indistinct chattering)

O come all ye faithful

Joyful and triumphant

O come ye

O come ye to Bethlehem

Word of the Father

Now in flesh appearing

Santa?

- [Quinn] (giggles) What Santa?

I didn't hire a Santa.

The St. Nicholas pipe!

(guests gasp)

It's gone!

- Oh!

(energetic music)

- Stop!

Santa, stop!

(door clicks)

(feet tapping)

(door clatters)

- (sighs) Locked.

(energetic music continues)

One, two, three.

(door crunches)

(Carly groans)

(sighs) What?

(they giggle)

- You've got to be kidding me.

(Carly sighs)

(Harper laughs)

(traffic roaring)

(Christmassy music)

Good morning.

- (sighs) You know you don't

have to bring in treats

every time you walk in here.

- Yes, she does.

(Harper giggles)

Please tell me these

are Little Miss Muffins.

- I'm sure they are.

- They're not, I'm sorry.

- (gasps) Oh.

- These are Crowne Cruffins.

- Crowne Cruffins?

- Mm-hm.

- Oh.

- It's a cross between a

croissant and a muffin.

They were written up in

today's food section,

they don't open

for another week.

I know, because I

marked my calendar.

- (laughs) Okay.

- Well, I know a guy and

they're doing a soft opening,

so they're trying something.

- May I?

- Hmm.

(Matthew gasps)

(gentle music)

- Oh hell, now

you are not crying

over a cruffin, Captain?

- What, no.

Maybe.

(Carly laughs)

- Well, he's right.

You have to savor these

little moments in life.

- Excuse me.

- What is happening

to this place?

- Try one.

- Oh.

(gentle music)

Okay well, if I work

with you much longer,

I'm gonna need a new wardrobe.

(they laugh)

Wow.

- Okay, so look,

I was thinking.

- Mm-hmm.

- This whole calling card

thing, the lump of coal?

- Well yeah, coal

of course means

you're on Santa's naughty list.

Ooh, could it be that he

knows he's being naughty?

(gasps) At some level,

maybe he wants to get

caught and punished.

(gasps) There was

that serial k*ller

who tattooed his victims'

names all over his body.

- I don't think he

wants to get caught.

- [Carly] Okay.

- I think he's saying that

his victims have been naughty.

Take a look at this.

This is an article

profiling Capital Finance.

It mentions, they

just had layoffs.

- What?

- Mm-hmm.

- Right before the holidays?

- Hm.

- Geez, there's never a

good time to lose your job,

but that is just extra cold.

- Really cold.

So the Capital Finance CEO,

Alex Sykes says, get this.

"We regret the timing of

these right-sizing measures,

but the future health of

our company depends on it."

- Oh, right-sizing

me. (whistles)

- Well, it looks like it

is time to head back out.

- Ooh, where are we

going, the North Pole?

- (laughs) Nope, a

little closer to home.

Let's go talk to a former

Capital Finance employee.

- Okay.

- All right.

- Well, I'm taking my cruffin.

- Oh, please.

You look really cute today.

- I know, I'm just trying

to look like Harper.

- Ooh.

- A little bit.

(traffic rumbling)

(birds singing)

(dog barking)

- There you go.

- Oh, thank you.

- Yes.

- Thank you.

(employee clears his throat)

So, we understand that

there were layoffs

at Capital Finance recently.

- There sure were,

out of nowhere.

I've been there nearly 15 years

and they let me go two months

before I'd become

eligible for my pension.

- Geez, that's tough.

There's no loyalty in

these companies anymore.

- Tell me about it.

I wasn't the only one,

nearly all of us were

nearing pension eligibility.

It just doesn't seem legal,

but that's why you're

here, isn't it?

- Oh no, I'm afraid not.

We're here investigating theft

of valuable art from

the Sykes residence.

- Sykes?

Alex Sykes?

- Yes, I'm afraid so.

- You mean, you're

helping him and not us?

This interview is over.

- Oh, that went well.

(creepy music)

Who are we gonna offend next?

- Oh.

(waves crashing)

- [Quinn] Would you

two care for some wine?

- [Carly] Yeah, please.

- I have to apologize

about last night.

The party was a little

more exciting than planned.

- Did they catch the thief?

- Oh, I'm afraid not.

- Oh well, I'm sure

that artifact was worth,

what millions?

- Mm-hmm.

- But I'm guessing

you had insurance.

- Surely you two understand?

My clients, like your boss,

are very high profile and

they don't like to

involve the police

or the insurance companies.

I can assure you, we

are very discrete here,

if that's what

you're hinting at.

Have you given any more thought

to what your boss might

be in the market for?

- This acquisition

is a vanity purchase.

She's looking to

purchase something

for a New Year's party

that she's hosting.

- Remind me of the price range.

- 10 to 20 million.

- 15, 10 to 15 million.

- None of the other

galleries in the area

can help you at

that price point,

so you've come to the

right place. (giggles)

- Well, that's why we're here.

- Hm.

I would recommend

something like these.

These three artists

are extremely sought

after these days

and are sure to be the

next Vemeers or Rembrandts.

- Carlotti, Hammerstein,

and Vox; gorgeous.

- You know them, I'm impressed.

- Now these are close,

but my boss prefers to

have a female artist,

like a Hawkins or a McInnis.

- Great choices,

but I would need some time.

Can your client give

me about a week?

- Oh, I'm sure that'll

be fine with her.

- I'll have something

for you to look at then.

- Perfect.

- Hm.

- Your gallery's gorgeous.

- Oh, thank you.

(laughs) Can you

believe this place

was once a women's shelter?

I think that they used the

salon as the TV room, ugh.

It took me eight months

and over a million dollars

to restore this place

to its natural grandeur.

- What happened to

the women's shelter?

- I don't actually know.

In fact it was the owner

of the St. Nicholas pipe

that helped me with all this.

Let's just say it helps to

have friends in high places.

- I guess so.

- Besides, could you imagine

having a women's shelter

in this neighborhood?

Ooh, I did everyone

a favor. (laughs)

- Except maybe the

women in the shelter.

- Hm, it's good wine.

- Hm, yeah.

(door creaking)

- Hm, she's a peach.

(phone ringing)

- Something like that.

Oh, the lab says,

Santa's spy glasses

were shipped to a local

company called SmartTech,

two months ago.

- Really?

- It's 20 minutes from here.

- Let's go.

It's pretty impressive.

- It's all right.

- Do you wanna come

right this way?

- Oh.

- Sure.

- All right, Ben.

- It looks much

better than I thought.

- Thank you, I clean up nicely.

- (laughs) No, not you.

The lamp, the nasty old

thing you found in the alley.

- Yeah, it's a treasure.

I like to find those.

The universe of connectivity.

- The what?

- We keep running

into each other.

- You do?

- So, it looks like fate

brought us together again.

- Fate or forensics.

- Forensics?

- Chris, my name is

Agent Winslow, I'm FBI.

I'm a part of the

Art Crime Team.

- Detective Lopez,

Los Angeles PD.

- Why don't you have a seat.

- A pair of custom smart glasses

that were used in a crime were

delivered here to SmartTech,

about two months ago.

- Smart glasses delivered

here is not unusual,

hence the name SmartTech.

- Well, what is unusual

is the very same glasses

were worn by a most

wanted art thief

that likes to dress

up as Santa Claus.

- So you think your Santa

thief is one of my employees?

That's ho, ho,

ho-larious.

(Carly sniggers)

- That's actually funny.

- Well, let's just

say that there's

Clause for concern.

- (sighs) Touche.

Well, I assure you that

each of my employees

goes through the strictest

of background checks.

It's highly unlikely that

your most wanted

Santa works here.

- With all due respect,

we'll determine what's

unlikely and likely.

- Fair.

In that case, my company

is at your disposal.

- Do you mind if I take a look?

- Be my guest.

- Thank you.

Hawkins, so beautiful.

It must be worth ...

- It's priceless.

It was a gift from

my grandfather,

taught me everything I know,

including how to value

beautiful things.

(Carly clears her throat loudly)

- Well, it is our duty to

safeguard these precious things.

And if they are lost,

return them to the

rightful place.

- I wholeheartedly agree.

- I'm glad we're

on the same page.

Thank you for your

time, Mr. North.

- My pleasure.

Oh er, Agent Winslow,

can I interest you in

some of the finest art

LA has to offer?

- Sounds tempting.

- Join me tonight, 7:00 p.m.

at the museum where we met,

it's a small but important

fundraiser, formal attire.

- Sounds lovely, I'll be there.

- So are we not gonna talk about

what just happened in there?

- What, that we're

one step closer

to a little something

like solving this case?

- Ah, that you're one step

closer to a little something.

Something

- What, no, please.

He is a suspect.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, don't be silly, no.

- Oh, don't be silly.

Are you kidding me?

I would not have been surprised

if one of you had started

to giggle. (giggles)

- Are you done?

It's all a part of a plan.

- Right, what plan exactly?

To get yourself a

hot, young tech exec?

- Whatever Carly,

Christopher North

is up to something.

I'm gonna find out what it is.

- I bet you are.

- So, what did you find?

- She checks out.

- Oh,

quite impressive,

this Rachel Fox.

How have I never heard of her?

Anyone can create a profile,

do a background check,

find out if she really

went to these schools

and worked at these museums.

(bells jingle)

- Will do.

(upbeat drum music)

- It's the finest

art LA has to offer,

all created by local

children with cancer

in an art therapy class.

The total event is

sponsored by SmartTech,

we'll auction off the paintings

and use the money for research.

- Very impressive, Mr. North.

- I agree.

(Harper laughs)

Would you like to

take a closer look?

- Oh, yeah.

Look at this one, it's gorgeous.

- It's my favorite, that's

why I made a bid on it.

- $100,000, that's

very generous.

- It's a very important cause.

I wanted to make

sure I wasn't outbid.

And if I am, I'll just bid more.

(Harper laughs)

So, what are your

plans for the holidays?

- No big plans.

- Just something

low-key with the family?

- No family.

Not anymore, my mom ...

- Oh, the teacher and artist.

- Yes.

She d*ed several

years ago of cancer

and my father was

a police officer

and he was k*lled in

the line of duty, so

just me.

- I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- But you are the perfect

combination of both of them,

Ms. Art Cop.

- Yeah, I guess I am.

Actually I was adopted, so

I might have some

biological family out there.

You never know, we

might be related.

- I certainly hope not.

(they laugh)

- Actually, me too.

- Ms. Winslow,

you're making me blush.

(Harper laughs)

- But you did mention your

grandfather a few times.

- Yes, he was erm,

polarizing to say the least.

- Hmm.

- It divided the family.

Most of them couldn't understand

his obsession with art.

- Hm, look at us,

a couple of loners.

- From one loaner to another.

- Mm-hmm?

- May I have this dance?

- I don't know if I should.

- Is it because you

don't know how to dance

or because you can't hide

your feelings from me.

- (laughs) Oh, I

know how to dance.

- So is that a yes?

(gentle dancing music)

So you're FBI,

couldn't you find your birth

mother, if you wanted to?

- I don't think I want to.

One amazing mom is enough.

Plus, some things are best

left the way that they are.

- But wasn't it you that said,

once you find

something of value,

you should return it

to its rightful place?

- My parents were

the rightful place.

- Do you know what I think?

- Hm?

- I think you are afraid.

I think the big tough FBI agent

might be scared.

- I am not scared.

Maybe a little.

- Of what exactly?

- I'm not sure.

- Of loss?

When you lost your mother,

you lost your father.

If you do get to know

your birth mother

and you lose her too,

that could be a lot for

one person to handle.

- Oh, maybe you're right.

- But isn't that what love is?

Potential for loss?

Love doesn't last forever.

- Yes it does,

well the right kind of love.

- And what exactly is

the right kind of love?

- Mm, I think you just

know when it happens.

(gentle music)

Erm, I should go.

- Wait, what is your coach

turning into a pumpkin?

- Something like that.

- Well, how will you

know if I win my bid?

- Oh, I think you'll get it.

I have a feeling you

always get what you want.

(indistinct chattering)

- I certainly hope so.

(birds singing)

(traffic rumbling)

- You're late!

- Sorry.

(Carly moans)

(Harper sighs)

- So.

- Mm-hmm?

- How was ridiculously hot

Mr. I-Own-a-Tech-Company?

- I was just getting

information for the case.

- Oh yes, of course.

So what did you find out?

- Well, I found out

that he is absolutely

warm and kind of amazing.

- Excellent work, Agent Winslow.

We should be able to cr*ck this

case wide open in 10 years.

- Okay, believe me,

I am not falling for

this great guy act, okay.

- You know, people

say, "Believe me,"

when you actually

can't believe them

because they are lying.

- Are you calling me a liar?

- Yes.

Your pants are on fire. (laughs)

Ah-hah.

- Oh, heads up.

I'm coming.

- Hello, ladies.

- Hello.

- How are you this fine day?

- Good.

- Somebody's in a good mood.

- Yeah.

- Yes,

a quarter of million

dollars will do that.

- Wait, what?

- $250,000 wired

directly into my account

from the North Pole.

- The North Pole?

- Santa was very

good to me this year.

- Was there any

more information?

- Nope, but apparently

all of us got it,

all 60 former employees

of one Mr. Sykes.

- Huh.

- That's why I came down here.

I thought you might

have an explanation.

- No, this is news to us.

- Oh.

- Well, Merry Christmas.

- Here, take a cookie.

- Oh, thank you, yeah.

(indistinct chattering)

- Wait, so 60

employees were laid off

and each received $250,000.

That's a total of $15 million.

That's the value of the

painting stolen from Alex Sykes.

(Carly laughs)

So, Santa is stealing

from the rich

and giving to the poor, huh?

- A modern day Robin Hood

dressed as Santa Claus?

You know, in this business,

people rarely surprise

me, in a good way, I mean.

I kinda like this Santa guy.

- Well, he still stole $15

million from Mr. Sykes.

- Yeah, like I said,

I like this Santa guy.

Oh, I know it's bad, I'm sorry.

Stealing's bad.

But don't tell me that

Scrooge didn't deserve it.

- Yeah,

but okay, so if the former

Capital Finance employees

got reimbursed for

their pensions,

then what about the

women's shelter?

What happened to them?

(indistinct chattering)

Okay, so apparently

that shelter was called

the Horizon House and

it was closed down.

The former executive

director is now working

for St. John's

Hospital, Rose Clemens.

- Looks like we

need to meet her.

- Let's go.

- All right.

(traffic rumbling)

- Ladies, I have a box of

5,000 of these downstairs.

Use them liberally.

- We're looking

for Rose Clemens.

- I'm Rose.

- I'm Detective

Lopez, this is my,

well, partner,

FBI Agent Winslow.

- FBI, big deal.

I didn't do it! (laughs)

Not that you're not a big deal.

I'm sure you're a very big deal.

- We're just here to

ask you a few questions.

- Ah.

- It looks like Santa's

workshop in here.

- I know, right?

We just received a

huge donation of gifts,

so we're trying to

get them all wrapped

in time for Christmas.

- Would you like any help?

- Yes. (they laugh) Please.

We're low on bows,

would you like to make

some bows while we talk?

- We're on it.

- Sure.

- Excellent.

- Erm, so you

mentioned a donation.

How big was this donation?

- Well, it was no

less than $50,000

worth of toys and

games and clothes

and electronics,

just everything,

enough so that every

child at the hospital

will at least get something.

- That's a very

generous donation.

- Mm-hmm.

- Santa's pipe was valued

at more than a million.

Did he just pocket the rest?

- Hmm.

- Oh, I think I know

why you might be here.

When we received all

of this, Horizon House,

which is my pet project,

received a million

dollar monetary donation

because we had just

lost our women's shelter

and we're trying

to find a new one.

- We do know about that and yes,

we are here about the donation.

- Oh dear.

Was it illegally gained?

- That's what we're

trying to figure out.

- I knew it was too

good to be true.

- Rose, do you have any

of those sticky bows?

Thank you, okay.

(bow whacking)

Now that's a bow. (laughs)

So, er what happened

to the old shelter?

- Quinn Carlyle happened.

Our building was

rent-controlled,

which made it very

affordable for us.

And naturally, Quinn

Carlyle decided

she wanted it for her gallery.

So she petitioned,

bribed

someone at City Hall and

we were zoned out of there.

I always try to see the best

in everyone, but I'm really

struggling with Ms. Carlyle.

Naturally, we were

all devastated.

Can you imagine all those women

now back out on the street?

Of course, we were just thrilled

when out of the blue,

we received such a

generous donation.

- Rose, can you tell us

who made the donation?

- Santa Claus.

I know, it sounds ridiculous,

but I just assumed that

whoever made the donation

wanted to remain

anonymous, hang on.

- Santa Claus?

- Mm-hmm.

- They sent a card,

even wrote a little note.

"For a new safe house and more.

Keep up the good work, ho-ho-ho,

love Santa."

- How was the donation received?

- Five trucks pulled

up to the hospital

with all the gifts and the

card. And at the same time,

a monetary donation

to Horizon House

was wired into its

account directly.

And we were sent an email

from the North Pole,

advising us of the transfer.

- If you don't mind,

can we get a copy of that email

and your bank account number?

- Oh of course, absolutely.

I mean, this is

just devastating,

how am I gonna tell the staff?

- Oh, don't say

anything just yet.

This is a preliminary

investigation.

- Well, if you ladies

have any more questions,

do not hesitate to ask me.

- Thank you, we will.

- Wow, can you believe

this Santa guy?

15 million to the

fired employees

and now a million

to Horizon House.

- Yeah, he's very generous

with money that

doesn't belong to him.

- (laughs) I thought

I was the cynical one.

- Let's go.

(traffic rumbling)

(they laugh)

Okay, so erm,

we're still missing this guy.

- Mm-hmm.

- The one who's

buying the stolen art,

the middleman.

- Hmm.

- Or in this case,

the middle woman.

- Huh.

You know what, I think

I'm gonna have to pay

Ms. Quinn another visit,

but this time on my own.

(gentle music)

- Take a picture,

it'll last longer.

- What, I'm not looking at you.

- And then what

are you looking at?

- There are cookies?

- Uh, there were cookies,

Harper took the last one.

- Oh.

- Sorry.

- You might remember

this at job review time.

- You know, you've always

an "exceeds expectations"

with me, Carly.

- Oh, "exceeds

expectations," hmm?

- Yeah, whatever.

- Huh, I can cut that

"whatever" with a Kn*fe in here.

- Okay, weren't you gonna go and

pay a visit to what's

her name, Quinn?

- You can't even remember names.

Look at you all flustered.

- Stop.

- I'm going.

- This one is an incredible

find, look at the detail.

- It is extraordinary.

(gate creaking)

Who is it?

- Hawkins.

She's not only a painter,

she designs jewelry too.

- Really?

I didn't know that.

- Yes you did,

why do you do that?

- It's fun to mess with you.

(they laugh)

- Quinn, Rachel Fox

is here to see you.

- And the background check?

- She's good,

everything checks out:

education, employment.

- That's a relief.

Something about her

didn't feel right.

Send Ms. Fox in.

- Already in.

Hello, Quinn.

- Do you two know each other?

- No, I would remember.

Hi, Christopher North,

pleased to meet you.

- Thank you, Rachel, Rachel Fox.

- Chris is one of my

most valuable clients.

- Christopher North, you're

with SmartTech industries.

- That's right.

- Your reputation for being

a patron of fine

arts proceeds you.

- Well, Rachel,

you're in good hands

here with Quinn.

- Thanks for stopping by, Chris.

- Pleased to meet you, Rachel.

- Nice to meet you.

- The art community is

such a tight-knit group.

- Hm.

- You two have never met?

- No.

- Interesting.

Anyway, I think I may have

found what you're looking for.

It's currently at a

gallery in Antwerp.

- Hm-mm.

- Please.

A Hawkins, just as

your boss requested.

- That is absolutely beautiful.

- Mm.

- She'll love it.

- Mm, I'm so thrilled.

I'll let the gallery know

and you should have it in a

few days. The price is 16.

Would that be a problem

with your accountant?

- No, that's fine.

- Hm, lovely.

Then we have a deal.

- We have a deal.

Thank you, Quinn.

- Hmm.

- Take care.

- Do me a favor, dear.

I know that she

checks out, but er,

please try and find out more

about our new Ms. Rachel Fox.

Follow her if you need to.

I just wanna be sure about this

before we close the deal, hm?

(gentle music)

(traffic rumbling)

(upbeat music)

- Coming.

We don't need to worry

We can sit around and play

I've been waiting

for so long

Hey.

- Hi.

You have a package here.

- Thank you.

Agent Winslow, what

a pleasant surprise.

- Imagine my surprise.

- Yeah, oh, just got back

from my morning swim.

- Oh, I just wanted to come by

and say thank you for

not blowing my cover.

- Of course,

you know, I'm nothing

if not discreet.

Won't you come in?

- Er, yeah, thanks.

Maybe all you wanted

So, I know what you're doing.

Santa Claus, stealing from

the rich, giving to the poor.

- Santa?

Sounds more like Robin Hood.

- Exactly.

But this Robin Hood likes

to dress as Santa Claus.

- Well, why wouldn't he

just dress as Robin Hood?

- I don't know.

Maybe he likes to wear red?

- And so you think

I'm your Santa Claus?

- Well, I mean,

you are wearing a red suit.

(Harper sighs)

- I'm pretty sure I just

tampered with your evidence.

- It, I-I could

arrest you for that.

- Now we're talking.

- Uh, so what do you know

about an offshore account

that identifies on the

server as the North Pole,

that wires large

deposits directly into

individual accounts,

individual accounts that

are in need, that is?

- Sounds charitable.

- Why do you know Quinn Carlyle,

how do you know Quinn Carlyle?

- Okay, Harper there

is a few things

that you and I need to clarify.

- (sighs) Yes, we do.

- And I propose we have

this conversation when I'm,

you know, wearing pants.

- Fair enough,

fair enough.

(gentle music)

- Well, let's meet in two hours

near Lake Arrowhead.

I'll text you the address.

- Hm, you don't have my number.

(phone chimes)

Maybe you do.

That seems a little

remote for a conversation,

don't you think?

- Oh, on the contrary,

it's the perfect location

for this time of year.

Who says you can't have

a white Christmas in LA?

- Sounds perfect.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Well, it's a date.

- It's a date, no it's,

it's not a date.

- No.

- No, it's an investigation.

- Oh.

- It's my investigation

on you, it's not a date.

- Well, that sounds

way more fun.

Yeah, okay.

(door squeaks)

I will see you

in two hours.

- Two hours.

- Yeah.

- It's not a date though.

- No, not a date.

- Not a date.

(gentle music)

(hopeful music)

(birds singing)

(engine humming)

(a* chopping)

Ah, hm.

What's the a* for?

- It's a surprise.

- Hm.

It's a little secluded.

I'd be a little nervous,

if I couldn't easily k*ll

you with my bare hands.

- I bet you say that

to all the guys.

- Oh, they're just facts.

(they laugh)

- So erm,

I brought you out here

for a couple of reasons,

but the big one is a secret

that I have to tell you.

- Well, you can

tell me anything.

- I know.

- Just remember.

- I know, anything

I say can and will

be used against me

in a court of law.

- Hey, just so you

understand your rights.

- You're not wearing

a wire, are you?

- No.

- Okay.

Well then, here goes.

- (laughs) What,

what's your secret?

- You're looking at it.

- This, this is your secret?

- The most perfect place on

earth to find a Christmas tree.

- Okay.

- What do you think

about this one?

- Wow, it's actually perfect,

for the first try, hm.

- Yeah well, if you look around,

you'll see that all the

trees out here are perfect.

- They are.

Wait, Chris, you can't do that!

- I can't do what?

Get the most beautiful

Christmas tree in the world,

for the most beautiful

woman in the world?

- But no, seriously,

there are a lot of tree

lots throughout this city

where you can get a tree,

even places you can

cut your own tree down,

but you can't just come out

here and cut down a tree.

There is literally

a gate with a sign

that says, "Private

property, no trespassing."

So, no cutting down a tree

on said private property.

Okay Chris,

(a* chopping)

I really appreciate the gesture,

but I can't let you

cut down this tree.

Okay, I am not kidding.

(a* chopping)

I will arrest you.

- Wow, you must be a lot

of fun at parties. (laughs)

- Okay, FBI freeze.

- Oh.

- You cannot cut down

this tree! (Chris laughs)

What are you doing?

- I stand corrected.

You are fun, but

you should relax.

I own it.

- Own what?

- The tree, the

private property,

all this land.

- All of this?

- Hmm.

- You own all of this?

- Yeah.

(gentle music)

- Okay, what are you,

what are you doing?

- Erm, I think it's

called kissing.

Nice, no?

- (sighs) Yeah, it

was nice. (sighs)

- Okay well,

I also brought you out here

because I have

something to tell you.

- Yeah, I know.

- You know?

- You have a confession

to make, right?

- Yeah, I do.

I love you.

- You're Santa.

- What?

- What?

- Well,

you thought I

brought you out here

to tell you that I'm Santa?

- Yes.

You love me?

- From the very first

moment I laid eyes on you.

I know it's probably too

soon to have these feelings,

but I have never experienced

anything like this before.

I know art,

and you are the most beautiful

art I have ever seen.

All right, I know.

I-I, ah I said too much,

I know women hate that.

Men hate that.

- No, yes, but ...

- But Harper,

you can't deny that you

have these feelings too,

that you feel what's

happening between us.

I know you do.

Remember that day in the museum,

the universe of connectivity.

- Yeah, I remember.

And I can feel it, but I

can't act on it, Chris.

I'm an FBI agent and

you're our suspect.

You're suspect number one.

Besides, you lied to me.

- I lied to you?

- Yeah, a big fat lie.

- I have never lied

to you, not once.

- You said it would snow.

- Huh.

(traffic rumbling)

(birds singing)

- I followed Rachel and

you're not gonna like it.

- She's a cop.

- Her friend is too.

- I knew it, it all

seemed too coincidental.

- There's more.

- Oh, Chris.

- [Peter] I told you

he's no good for you.

- And you were right.

Thank you, Peter, there'll

be an extra little something

in your Christmas bonus.

- I hope so.

- Hmm.

(gentle piano music)

(Quinn sighs)

(water splashing)

- So, this is what we've got.

Santa steals a painting,

sells the painting.

Er, gives the money

away, thank you,

And he er, tells me

that he loves me.

- I'm sorry, what?

- Yeah.

And here's the

complicated part about it,

I think I love him too.

- Okay, wow.

Er, that is complicated.

- Yeah.

- Well, did you tell

him that you love him?

- No, he's a

suspect, the suspect.

- Yeah.

I don't know, I think

you should tell him.

- Oh.

- And you should probably

take yourself off this case.

(laughs) Wow, a

week ago I would've

loved saying that and now,

no, hell, what's

happening to me?

- Uh thanks, you're not helping.

- I'm sorry.

Look, your curse is

that you can't help

but tell people

everything you know,

and mine is that

I can't help, but

tell it like it is,

also annoying by the way.

Harper, he loves you

and you love him.

Isn't that bigger than

any of this art stuff?

Let me answer that, it is.

You've gotta follow

your heart, Harper.

- Are you following your heart?

- Huh?

- Oh come on,

it is so obvious that

you and the Captain

have feelings for each other.

- Uh no, no that's

different, okay.

He's my boss.

And no, no, end of story,

case closed, I can't.

Right, I can't?

- Yes, you can.

You should follow

your heart too.

You could always go to

a different precinct.

(phone vibrating)

That's Quinn.

Hello, Quinn.

- [Quinn] Hello, Rachel

dear, wonderful news.

I have the painting, just

arrived from Holland.

You said you wanted

it right away,

rather than wait for delivery,

so take down this address.

Our warehouse at

1128 Bristol Avenue.

Meet me there tonight at eight.

I'll give you the account number

to transfer the funds

when you arrive,

the door will be unlocked.

Does that work for you?

- Yes, yes the

timing is perfect.

My boss is going

to be very pleased.

- Hmm.

- [Quinn] See you then.

- See you then.

Oh, we've got her,

she has the Hawkins.

- Yes!

(Harper laughs)

(hands clap)

Oh wait, I thought we

were gonna quit this case

and follow our hearts.

- Oh we are,

but after we solve this.

(they laugh)

(traffic rumbling)

(tense music)

- All right, places folks.

Give me an all clear,

if you're clear.

- All clear.

- When they transfer the money

for the Hawkins, we move.

(door clattering)

(tense music continues)

- She said she would leave

the door open for us.

- I don't see Quinn.

I don't feel good

about this, be careful.

- Quinn, are you here?

- [Matthew] Look

alive, I see movement.

(metal clanging)

(g*ns clicking)

(tense music continues)

- Freeze, put the painting down!

Put your hands up

and turn around!

- Chris?

- It's not what you think.

- I think it is.

- Quinn set us both up.

- You have the Hawkins.

- Here, it's yours.

- We've got eyes on the

target, back of the warehouse.

(feet clumping)

- Wait Chris, stop!

Chris!

(gentle music)

- We've got the Hawkins,

suspect fleeing, move in.

- We've got nothing

out here, we lost him.

(Carly sighs)

- It's my fault,

I let him get away.

- Well, at least

we got the Hawkins.

- It's a fake,

it's the replica from

the Sykes burglary.

Damn.

(gentle music continues)

(traffic rumbling)

(gentle music)

- Excuse me, are

you Harper Winslow?

- Yes.

- A gentlemen asked me

to give this to you.

- Thank you.

- Ma'am.

- [Chris] "You're

right of course,

there is a Santa

Claus and it's me.

I steal art, but it's art

that's already been stolen

and I return it to

where it truly belongs.

We're both working for

the Art Crime Team,

risking everything for

art and its survival.

The art collectors I steal

from know it's stolen

and they're not good people.

So, I sell their art

on the black market

and transfer those

funds to people

they've wronged in some way.

In my opinion, it's win-win.

The only guys who are

out are the bad guys.

I also do this as a

way of making amends.

The grandfather I adored

made his fortune

as an art thief.

The Hawkins paintings

you saw in my office

were priceless to me because

my grandfather gave them to me,

but he stole them and I realized

I must return them to

where they belonged.

Meeting you has forced

me to look at my life

in a whole new way.

No one has ever been higher

on my nice list, than you.

I think it's almost time

to hang up the Santa suit.

I just have a few more

ends to tie up first.

I hope you'll find

it in your heart

to believe in Santa

Claus, love Chris."

(gentle upbeat music)

- Hey.

- Hey.

- It looks like that

little break helped.

- Yes, it really did, okay.

(indistinct police chatter)

Huh, get this.

- Hm?

- The pipe belonging

to St. Nicholas.

- Mm-hmm?

- Was returned to a

museum in Oslo yesterday.

It was stolen from

them 40 years ago.

Wow, and the Hawkins

belonging to Alex Sykes,

that was turned in to the

Cleveland Museum of Art.

That was stolen from

them 10 years ago.

- Huh, so no harm,

no foul, right?

I mean, if everything's

been returned,

then the only guys out are

the operatives in

the black market.

- Like Quinn.

- He's really something, huh?

- Yeah.

He really is.

(phone chiming)

- Oh no.

- What?

- Another Santa burglary.

- What?

Where?

- (laughs) It says an

artist's private studio.

- Which artist?

- Celina Hawkins.

(indistinct chattering)

- The thief broken overnight.

- Mm-hmm.

- All he took was a

pendant I made years ago.

The security camera

shows it was a man,

dressed as Santa.

- Ms. Hawkins, I think we

know who stole your pendant.

The FBI has been

tracking this Santa

for quite a while now.

- The FBI,

I'm guessing that my necklace

is already on the black market.

- No, not if we can

help it, Ms. Hawkins.

- Please call me Celina.

- Well Celina,

(Celina laughs)

I cannot tell you

how much it means

to me to meet you.

My mom used to love your work

and so she introduced me to

you when I was very young.

I am a very big fan.

- Oh, stop it, you're

embarrassing me.

(they all laugh)

- Did he, Santa,

leave anything behind?

- Yes he did, actually, he left

this.

- Oh. (laughs)

- That's different.

- He usually leaves coal.

- Oh, and I am sure

I can identify him.

This young man came to

visit me a few days ago.

He was very sweet and handsome,

so I didn't mind that he was

asking so many questions.

- Is this the man?

- Yes, that's him.

- Erm, what kind of

questions was he asking?

- Oh, pretty personal

questions, actually.

We started talking about

art, but before I knew it,

I was telling him about my past.

- Would you mind

sharing that with us?

- It could help.

- When I was an art

student, I got pregnant.

I wasn't ready to have a child,

so I gave my baby

girl up for adoption.

It was (sighs)

the most difficult

thing I have ever done.

I still think about

her all the time.

I guess the idea of her

inspires my art to this day.

He claimed that he knew

who my daughter was

and that he would

arrange for us to meet.

(gentle music)

(Harper clears her throat)

I should be more careful.

- I guess being famous

comes with a price.

- Thank you, Ms. Hawkins.

- Ah, Celina.

- Sure.

- [Celina] (laughs) Thank you,

and I'm sorry for

the circumstances,

but it was really

extraordinary to meet you both.

(gentle music)

(birds singing)

- Okay, what?

You gotta spill it,

what is the connection between

you and Celina Hawkins?

You two were like long lost ...

- Mother and daughter?

Yeah,

I think Santa

found my birth mom.

(traffic rumbling)

- Ladies, I've got a hot

tip on your stolen necklace.

- Really?

- Yes.

Tonight at the Carlyle Gallery,

I have it on good authority

that one Quinn Carlyle is

going to attempt to sell

a Hawkins necklace to, well, me.

- What?

How did that happen?

- Who called him the hot tip?

- Santa Claus.

Your Santa Claus.

And,

hooked me up with this sweet

new identity, check it out.

Mr. Matthew Sterling.

- Fancy, looks like

someone needs a new suit.

- Why, what's wrong with this?

- It's a little more

stainless than Sterling.

(Harper laughs)

- Stainless?

That's a good thing, right?

(eerie music)

Lopez, Winslow,

do you have eyes?

- We do.

- Okay, we're going in.

- [Carly] Be careful, sir.

(door squeaks)

- Mr. Sterling, welcome.

Please come in.

- Thank you.

- Hm.

(door clatters)

This way.

(tense music)

Would you like some wine?

- Do you have anything stronger?

- How about an

18-year-old Scotch?

- Perfect.

- Mm-hmm.

(Scotch pouring)

This is an exquisite piece.

- Hm.

- I'm tempted to

keep it for myself.

Who's it for?

- My fiance.

- Lucky lady.

You have excellent taste.

Do you know much

about Celina Hawkins?

- Oh, just that she's

very expensive and

a great investment.

- I believe that we agreed

to two and a half million.

Here is the account number

to make the transfer.

- Voila.

- Fabulous.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

(glasses clink)

- Oh, and also, LAPD,

you're under arrest.

- [Harper] Got you, Quinn.

- Come on, hands behind

your back, come on.

- All right, that is

not a stolen item,

I have lawyers.

- I'll bet you have lawyers.

I have lots of lawyers,

I have a team of lawyers.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Oh, Lucy and Ethel?

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

- Hm.

- Hey, Lucy and Ethel

made a great team.

- So you're saying

we make a great team?

- I am.

- Wait, so am I Lucy or

Ethel in this scenario?

- You have the right

to remain silent.

- What, I wanna ...

- Anything you say

can and will be used against

you in a court of law.

You have the right to an

attorney ... (siren wailing)

- [Carly] I kind of love it

when bad things happen to

bad people, is that bad?

(they laugh)

- Oh, god.

- Oh.

- Like the look on her

face was priceless.

(they laugh)

- Good stuff.

- Yeah.

- Well, good work

team, merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Captain.

(upbeat music)

- Give me a sec.

- Hm?

- Come with me.

So, I was thinking.

- Mm-hmm?

- Life is short,

it's now or never.

So I think you should go for it.

- Seriously?

You had mistletoe in your desk?

- Er, it's me. (laughs)

It came with the

gingerbread cookies.

- Of course.

- Go get your guy.

- Here goes nothing.

- Everything.

(gentle music)

(Harper giggles)

(knuckles rapping on the window)

- Captain,

do you have a minute?

- Sure.

- Um, I need to

tell you something.

- What's up?

- I erm, I wanna

apply for a transfer.

- What, why?

(Carly sighs)

Detective, stand down.

- I, I'm sor ...

- All right, don't. (sighs)

(tense music)

I'm still your boss, you

haven't applied anywhere else.

I'm okay with it if you are.

(they laugh)

(Harper sighs)

(Christmas bells ringing)

- Chris?

(Harper sighs)

(gentle music)

(water splashing)

(bell ringing)

- Ho, ho, ho.

Merry Christmas, ho, ho.

Merry Christmas, pretty lady.

- Merry Christmas, Santa.

- And what do you

want for Christmas?

- (laughs) What I

want, I can't have.

- Are you sure about that?

(bell jangling)

Merry Christmas, Harper.

- You know, you've been

on my most wanted list

for a very long time.

- Well, you got me

and I'm giving it

all up for you.

(gentle music)

- Thank you for my

painting, you did get it.

- You were right, I

do get what I want.

- Hm.

- I got something else for you.

- Something else?

- Oh yeah.

- How did you get that?

That's supposed to be on its

way back to Celina Hawkins.

- Well, as it turns out, she

wants her daughter to have it.

- I have loved her

work for so long.

I still can't believe

she's my mother.

- Well, believe it.

The universe of connectivity.

- And the magic of Christmas.

- Yeah.

(indistinct chattering)

(Celina sighs)

- Oh,

I knew that it was you

from the moment we met.

- I did, too.

- I've loved you from afar,

every day of your life.

- You did the right thing.

You gave me the most amazing

parents in the world,

I couldn't have loved them more.

- I'm so grateful,

my heart is so full.

Look at you.

You are my greatest work of art.

Santa, thank you for

returning her to me.

- So now, do you

believe in Santa?

- I do.

(bell jangling)

(they kiss)

(gentle music)

- If you could have

anything for Christmas,

what would it be?

(bell ringing)

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

(hopeful music)

(upbeat music)

(hopeful music)
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