01x07 - Ghosts

[bunniefuu]

[siren wailing]

[tense music playing]

[in Spanish] sh*t.

Don't say anything.

-[knocking on door]
-[man] It's occupied.

[man 2] The police. We must call the boss.

[in English] FBI! Hands up!
Hands up! Sit down!

-Abbott, cuff 'em.
-[Brian] Copy.

-Get your hands behind your back.
-[FBI agent 2] Get up! Turn around.

Turn around!

Get 'em out of here.

-[FBI agent 2] Stand up. Over here!
-Okay, okay, okay!

[in Spanish] Calm down.

[siren chirps]

[Brian in English] Open the seats.

Merry Christmas.

How'd you know?

Lucky guess.

[chuckles]

["Feliz Navidad"
by José Feliciano playing]

♪ Feliz Navidad ♪

-♪ Feliz Navidad… ♪
-[whispering]

Where is she?

♪ Feliz Navidad ♪

♪ Próspero año y felicidad… ♪

My wife?

Oh, I… I think she went outside
for a smoke.

Find her, will you?
Someone I want her to meet.

[ominous music playing]

I have to call you back.

[mysterious music playing]

[snorts]

[sniffles]

[door opens]

["Holiday Dreaming" playing]

♪ It's the holiday season ♪

♪ It's the season of believing… ♪

-Oh!
-I was just going to look for you.

-I don't need a babysitter, Nina.
-No, no, no. Come here.

-What?
-Go like that.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

Nile's looking for you.

Okay.

Good to see you, Cynthia.
Thank you for coming.

Hi!

There she is.

Maddie, this is Pedro Dominguez,
developer friend of mine from Miami.

-Nice to meet you.
-[Madison] Nice to meet you.

Your parents were telling me you acquire
art for your family foundation.

Yes. Well, there are easier ways to avoid
estate taxes, but I enjoy the hunt.

[Pedro chuckles]
Well, you have exquisite taste.

Except in men.

Oh! [laughs] Hold on to this one, Nile.

Oh, I am, believe me. With both hands.

Oh, he's all talk.
I can barely get his attention these days.

He's having a full-blown love affair
with Jarvis Yards.

I had to throw this whole party
to get him to take a night off.

-Nile.
-Oh.

Pedro, you know Nick Ryder,
in-house counsel?

-[Pedro] Of course.
-Nile, I need you now.

Real blast at parties.

Merry Christmas, et cetera, et cetera.

Uh, we may have a problem.

Abbott is here in the building.

-[Brian] Pardon me. FBI, coming through.
-…be safe than sorry.

-Excuse me.
-Coming through.

-Agent Abbott.
-Mr. Jarvis.

-What the f*ck?
-[Nile] Madison!

No, this is a private party,

and you sure as hell
don't have an invitation.

-No, but I do have a warrant.
-[Madison] For what?

Pedro Dominguez, you're under arrest

for the ill*gal transport
of undeclared currency.

[Madison] You had to do this here?

You have the right to remain silent,
a right to an attorney. Anything you say…

What is this obsession
you have with my husband?

Ma'am, I'm just…

-No, are you in love with him?
-Madison!

Ma'am, I'm just trying to do my job.
Some of us have to work for a living.

-Get the f*ck out of my gallery!
-[mother] Madison!

-No, don't turn this on me!
-Come on, let's go. Come on.

I'll be back.

[indistinct chattering]

That's insane!

That was a new low.

A convicted felon at your party.

That's not a good look.

Couple of Yankees here.
Doesn't make me a baseball player.

Yeah. Well, I guess we'll see
when we trace where that money was going.

[Nile] Hey, hey!

[tense music mixed with holiday music]

Uh… [chuckles]

All right. Um…

[chuckles] I'm sorry about the intrusion.

Uh, I guess we're gonna
wind the party down. Um…

That's the FBI agent
who's been harassing Nile?

Yeah, he's been beating the bushes
for two years,

looking for something, anything,
and it's nonsense.

Whatever this is,
it wouldn't delay construction?

No, your foundation money is safe,
Mr. Ingram. I wouldn't worry at all.

Tell your drivers to drive safe.
And Merry Christmas.

♪ He has no gift to bring… ♪

Not now. Just let me get everyone out.

♪ That's fit to give the king ♪

♪ Pa rum pum pum pum ♪

♪ Rum pum pum pum ♪

♪ Rum pum pum pum ♪

-[Nile] Give Samantha my best.
-[woman] Enjoy St. Croix.

[Nile] Oh, we will.
Thank you. Merry Christmas.

[man] Merry Christmas.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You wanna tell me
what the f*ck just happened?

And don't you make me ask you twice.

All right, so last year,
when the interest rates spiked

and we were looking at a shortfall
of 200 million,

I got the Ingrams to cover half.

And Pedro Dominguez covered the rest.
Now tell me something that I don't know.

[splutters] Pedro's money,

it's from the cartel.

Uh…

Pedro owns a real estate SPV
in the Dominican Republic.

Which is a front.

And you knew this when you took the money?

You didn't think to tell me?

So that you would have
plausible deniability.

Jesus f*cking Christ.

Ryder is the only one
with fingerprints on this

because all the money went
into his account.

No one else knows.

And what happens when Pedro cuts a deal
with Abbott and throws you under the bus?

He won't.
He's already given us 80 million.

If Pedro turns on us,
the cartel loses everything.

Pedro is not our problem.

[uneasy music playing]

Our problem is that Abbott already somehow
connected him to Ryder in the first place.

Someone tipped him off.

Which means that Abbott is working
with someone under our tent.

Someone with access.

Ryder?

No, not a chance.
I saw his face when Abbott came in.

He was as blindsided as I was.

Then who?

You have any idea?

I might.

[Madison] It'll never stop.
The subpoenas, the audits.

Nile's done nothing wrong.

Can't we just have one night
with no drama?

He's trying to humiliate us.
More fodder for "Page Six."

[phone buzzing]

Um, do you mind if I take this?
I'll be right up.

Okay.

Hi. I'm gonna have to call you
as soon as I get home.

I'm still with Madison.

[Madison] It's already all over Twitter.

Pedro being escorted out in handcuffs.

[sniffles]

Abbott probably tipped off the press
before he showed up.

That's all he's after. Another photo op.

And the FBI lets him do whatever he wants
over and over and over and over.

I mean, we're private citizens.

We have rights.

And somehow they…

What are you doing?

What?

You were just going through my things.
I saw you.

I was looking for your medication.

-Have you seen it?
-Oh. Uh…

It's in my office, I think.

But you've been taking it?

Jesus, Nina! Yes!

Okay.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

This is just…
It's just too much. All of it.

It's just…

[exhales]

-I'm sorry.
-[exhales sharply]

Do you want me
to get you a glass of water or something?

No.

Oh, um, thanks
for letting me borrow this dress.

I'll get it dry-cleaned
before bringing it back.

Just keep it.
It looks better on you. [snorts]

Oh my God. No. Are you… Don't be silly.

[sighs] Nina. I said keep it. Okay?

Please.

[pensive music playing]

Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

-[door opens]
-[sighs]

[door closes]

[Martin] What a sh*t show.
The f*cking cartels.

How could he be so reckless?

Nile's been playing with fire
his whole life.

Oh Christ. Maybe I convinced myself
he'd grown out of it.

You took your hands off the wheel.

[exhales sharply]

All right.

We need to find somebody
inside the Bureau.

Someone we can lean on.

Somebody close to Abbott who can find out
who's feeding him information.

You have any contacts inside the Bureau?

Yeah, I might.

I'll reach out tonight.

You're still up.

-That man is trying to ruin us.
-[Nile sighs]

He won't find anything
because there's nothing to find.

[distant siren wailing]

Is Nina happy?

-Happy? What do you mean?
-With her current employment.

[scoffs] She'd better be.

She's overpaid.

Half of it under the table.

Not to mention, she's made relationships
with every gallery owner in the city.

All because of me.

Seems like you both
have been arguing… more.

Sometimes she oversteps.

Why are you asking?

Nina's in our home.
She has access to a lot.

Is this about Pedro? You said
there was nothing to worry about.

Somehow, Abbott knew
he was gonna be there tonight.

I need to make sure
someone close to us isn't

causing trouble.

Nina's my friend.

She's also ambitious.

She would never.

I'm telling you.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[pensive music playing]

[dove cooing]

[cooing continues]

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

Hey, Nile.

We need to talk.

Okay. Are you in your office?

No. Meet me upstairs.

Upstairs?

[disconnect tone]

[ominous music playing]

[elevator bell dings]

[music subsides]

You find out who told Abbott about Pedro?

I have an idea, and I'm working on it.

The FBI's gonna be able to track
Pedro's money to my account.

[Nile] Mm-hmm.

[uneasy music playing]

Your fingerprint's the only one on this.

So either you take the fall for all of us,
or we all fall together.

Which means you have a choice to make.

But you'll be well compensated.

Ten times your annual pay
for every year you serve.

Plus a point in Jarvis Yards.

Generational wealth, Nick.

You turn yourself in, take a plea.

You're looking at 18 months
out of three years, max.

That's longer than my marriage,
and that felt like a lifetime.

[music subsides]

Here you go.

[man] All right. [sighs]
So I spoke to the DA.

We actually talked for a while.

He'll drop the criminal negligence charge

if Frank pleads guilty
to reckless endangerment.

That's still a felony.

Yes.

Which means prison time.

Given the extent of the victim's injuries,

he says a misdemeanor
is out of the question.

Even though Frank has no record,
and he's cooperated?

[man] I'm sorry.

So… that's it? We're out of options?

As we discussed, we could take it
to trial, make the argument

Frank's working on thin margins and didn't
know the concrete wasn't up to code.

It was off-market concrete
I bought in cash from the back of a truck.

I should've asked questions.

[Erika] If we go to trial,
what's your best guess about the outcome?

The victim will likely never walk again,
which will play with the jury, so

I'd say take the plea and save your money
for the civil suit that comes next.

Which will deplete
whatever money we have left.

A felony plea does make it more likely
that you'll be found liable, yes.

What if we got divorced?

What?

I mean on paper.

We separate our assets.

I file for Chapter 11.

They can't come after you,
and the kids are protected.

-Frank--
-Not to mention your career at the Bureau.

A husband in prison, is that…

is that really what you want?

[scoffs] I wanna be clear of this.
I want us to be clear of this.

Maybe I don't deserve to be clear of it.

[melancholy music playing]

Hey.

We have two kids who need their father.

What do they deserve?

I'm sorry, Erika.

-I know.
-I'm so sorry.

-[pounds desk]
-Bullshit! Bullshit!

How much is Nile paying you?
Or maybe he's holding something over you.

-No one's threatening me.
-I can help you.

No one is paying me.

-You don't have to do this.
-I'm telling you the truth!

If the roles were reversed,
you think Nile Jarvis…

Nile Jarvis! You think
he would take a fall for you?

Hmm?

You think he gives two shits about
some sniveling little pissant like you?

You could be the one
to make him accountable.

You're a f*cking coward!

-Get off of me!
-f*ck off.

-Let's go. Take a breath.
-You don't actually believe that sh*t?

It's not about what I believe.
It's about what we can prove.

Now, I just spent three hours
with digital forensics

going over the financials.

They can't find anything
to connect the payments to Jarvis.

There has to be a way. We are this close.

No, you've been this close, Brian,
for two years.

The only definitive link is to Ryder,
who just gave us a full confession.

And what about my source, huh?

She's trusted me. She's risked everything.
This is not over. This…

This can't be over. I can get him.

You ever read Moby d*ck?

Me neither.

But even I know the guy dies
chasing the whale.

I'm sorry, Brian.

[pensive music playing]

[sniffles]

[uneasy music playing]

Yeah, it's me.
Uh, we gotta talk. Not on the phone.

[clears throat]

[children chattering]

[wistful music playing]

Sorry I'm late.

No worries.
She's tiring herself out out there.

-We'll see you after the holidays.
-Yeah. Merry Christmas.

You too.

[uneasy music playing]

Which one's yours?

Blue coat.

Have we met before?

Don't think so.

Your husband in construction?

Yeah.

I heard he got himself
in a bit of trouble.

You have a nice day.

It's not right
what they're doing to Frank.

DA wants to make an example of him.
Establish his bona fides.

Rack up some wins.

But what if somebody could give him
an opportunity for a bigger win?

Maybe he'd change his mind.

Plead Frank out with a misdemeanor.

You might know my husband,
but you don't know me.

I suggest you be careful
with what you say next.

I know what it feels like
to be where you are, Agent Breton.

I'm offering you a way out.

I could have you thrown in jail
for coming to me with that kind of offer.

Yeah, you could.

But then everybody loses, right?

Especially the guy who got his legs
crushed when the building collapsed.

What do you think he gets
out of coming after you and Frank?

Once Frank files for bankruptcy,

after years of waiting, legal fees,

he won't see a nickel.

What if somebody
could offer him real money?

Wouldn't that be
a happier ending for everybody?

What is it you want?

A favor.

If you're interested, get in touch.
You take care of yourself, Agent Breton.

[train rattling]

[uneasy music playing]

[sighs]

[door opens]

I was starting to worry.

[door closes]

[sighs] I got here as fast as I could.

I thought maybe I was being followed.

-By who?
-It's probably in my head.

I ducked into a bookstore and waited.

-I can't keep this up.
-Okay.

He knows someone's talking to you.
He thinks it's Nina.

How close are you to arresting him?

What? What's wrong?

Ryder turned himself in.
He made a full confession.

[Madison] Yeah.

But he's saying
Nile didn't know about any of it.

Well, that's absurd.
You have to get him to flip.

Yeah, I tried.
He knows he's going to prison,

but he and Pedro,
they're on the same page.

They're telling the same story.

[Madison sighs]

So what happens now?

Maybe

if you come forward as a witness…

No.

That wasn't the deal.
There's nothing for me to say!

I told you everything I know!

Well, then, I think maybe we're…

we're out of options.

You're giving up?

-Maddie, listen to me.
-No, no, no.

-My supervisor is pulling the plug.
-You can't.

Without a witness implicating Nile,
we don't have a case.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, I've tried, Maddie.

This is not my call.

-I got bosses. They got bosses.
-Bullshit!

You used me.

-Whoa.
-You f*cking used me!

How can you say that? You came to me.

Yeah, when your investigation was dead.

You had nothing.

I gave you good information
you were supposed to turn into an arrest.

I was right about the SPV,
about the plane.

Now you fed your bosses, Ryder and Pedro,
you don't give a f*ck about me?

That is bullshit. Maddie, come on.
You know this is not what I wanted.

You know how badly I wanted to arrest him.

But even if I don't,
you can still leave him, Maddie.

-You can leave him.
-[sobs]

You might not get all his money,
but f*cking A.

-You think that's what this is about?
-I don't know. f*ck.

-Plenty of people get divorced, Maddie.
-I can't.

Why not?

-You don't understand.
-Why not?

Because he'll k*ll me.

[softly] He'll k*ll me.

[Maddie breathes heavily]

Has he hurt you?

Look at me.

Has he hurt you?

Not yet.

Not yet?

[pensive music playing]

Two years ago, I was working
with this new sculptor, Theo.

A kid. Straight out
of the National Academy in Oslo.

Nile was jealous. He thought I was
sleeping with him. He confronted me.

It was the angriest I'd ever seen him.

I told him we weren't.
I thought he believed me.

Two weeks later, Theo was stabbed to death
outside a bar in Bed-Stuy.

Supposedly, a mugging gone wrong.

And you think Nile…

-Maddie, why are you telling me this now?
-Because I know I can't prove it.

And I know how it sounds,
but there are others too.

His whole life,
people who have gone missing.

-What?
-A camp counselor when he was 17.

A domestic worker
in a hotel in Paris in 2010.

She was m*rder*d on a night Nile was
supposed to be in Milan, but he wasn't.

He was at a different hotel
only two blocks away.

-Slow down. Slow down.
-No, I'm telling you.

There's something in him.
Something he's very good at hiding.

And I won't be safe
until he's behind bars. I won't.

He's not like us. Please.
You have to protect me. Please.

-Okay. Okay.
-I don't have anyone else.

You said that you cared about me.

I do. I do.

So prove it.

I see the way that you look at me.

-No…
-Tell me I'm wrong.

-No, don't.
-Come on, tell me.

Stop.

Maddie, I… I do care about you
more than I should,

more than I wish I did, but maybe

you need help more than protection.

Oh, f… f*ck you!

-Maddie. Maddie.
-Don't touch me.

-Please. Maddie.
-I said don't touch me.

-Please, Maddie!
-Stay away!

[stirring music playing]

-[Maddie sobs]
-[door opens]

[tense music playing]

Leave me alone!

-[music subsides]
-What are you… What are you doing here?

-I was worried.
-Were you following me?

-Uh, no.
-What the actual f*ck, Nina?

You share your location.
You weren't answering my phone calls.

I was afraid that you might be--

What?

I might be what?

I found your lithium, okay?

-Jesus.
-It was in your office.

But you stopped taking it.
It was full. You lied to me.

-Well, you're not my f*cking mother!
-I care about you, Maddie.

-You're not well.
-You have no idea what I'm dealing with.

-Just no possible way of understanding.
-I… I know!

And that's what scares me.
We almost lost you last time,

and I'm not always gonna be here
to make sure that you're taking care.

What's that supposed to mean?

I…

I got offered a job with Threlkeld.

Associate gallerist.

I've been trying to tell you,
but it's never the right time.

-Right.
-And they're announcing it tomorrow.

Of course.
Because there's no one I can trust.

Trust is for idiots.

Idiots get used. Just used and used
until I'm all used up.

You and every other f*cking person
in my entire f*cking life!

I used you?

-[Madison] sh*t.
-Hey! No.

That is not fair.
When I first came to you,

I asked if there were opportunities
for me for growth, remember?

And every single time I'd come to you,
you'd brush me off,

and you'd say
that we can just talk about it later.

Like, you can't even be bothered
to have a f*cking conversation with me.

You don't have it, Nina.

You spot trends, not talent.

You can't fake talent.

So go to Threlkeld. Rub elbows
with every contact I ever gave you.

At the end of the day, you're still
a social climber from New Jersey

with too much makeup and shitty taste.

You're not fooling anyone.

Have a nice f*cking life.

[phone buzzing]

-[Nile] Hi, Dad.
-[Martin] Where are you?

I'm still in the office.
Did you speak with Ryder's attorney?

Yes, but that's not why I'm calling.

We've made some progress
on our real problem.

Rick found someone.

Someone with access to Abbott,

who can find out
where he's getting his information.

Who?

Doesn't matter who.

What matters is we're handling it.

So you just sit tight
and keep your head down.

You understand?

Yeah.

Tell me you understand.

I understand.

[phone disconnect tone]

[mysterious music playing]

[taps desk]

[elevator bell dings]

[mysterious music continues]

Working late.

Oh. Uh, I didn't think
anyone would be here.

I bet.

I was just leaving your travel documents.

I didn't want the flights to get mixed up.

Um, I know how you like
everything printed out.

I won't be working for Maddie anymore.

So I'll come by tomorrow to the apartment
and pick up my things.

She fired you.

I quit.

I can't do it anymore.

Sorry.

Funny timing.

What?

You think I don't realize what's going on?

-What are you talking about?
-Someone's leaking information to Abbott.

Someone with access.

You're actually accusing me.

I mean, do you really hate us that much?

Because I can't imagine what Abbott
could have possibly promised you.

It's not me.

-No more lying.
-I'm not lying.

Bullshit!

[swallows hard]

It's Madison.

No.

Yes.

She was sneaking out,

making the same bullshit excuses
that she always does.

I thought it was another affair,
so I followed her.

And I saw her with him.

Brian Abbott.

Why would she do that?

Why does she do half the sh*t she does?
She's out of her f*cking mind.

You think that I don't know all the ways
you could ruin my life if you wanted to?

You think I would ever take
that kind of risk?

I'm not f*cking stupid.

And I'm not insane.

Here. Here's her lithium.

She stopped taking it.

-And here's her bed meds.
-[pills rattle]

I could tell she was spiraling,
so I hid them.

I was afraid she was gonna try again.

But you know what?

I'm done trying to save her from herself.
I give up.

You believe whatever the f*ck you want.

[sobs]

Oh God.

[exhales]

Oh God.

[inhales sharply]

[breathing heavily]

[sniffles]

[exhales]

Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

[moans]

[keypad beeping]

[breathing heavily]

-[Nile] Hey, lovely.
-[gasps] Jesus!

You scared me.

[tense music playing]

What are you doing here?

You didn't come home.

I just came to get my passport
for St. Croix.

We don't…

We don't leave till next week.

Yeah, I figured I wouldn't leave it
till the night before for once.

It's not like you to be so well-prepared.

Yeah, well, I'm evolving.

So where were you tonight?

I checked out a gallery in Red Hook.

Found absolutely nothing.
Hence the impulse packing.

[Nile] I ran into Nina.

-Oh yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

She was dropping off paperwork
at the office.

She said she quit.

You were right.

She was hiding something from us.

A new job over at Threlkeld in SoHo.

Anything else you wanna tell me?

What do you mean?

Don't bullshit me, Maddie.

Nina didn't quit. I fired her.

-So whatever she said--
-Were you f*cking him too?

Or just telling him my secrets?

You know, ever since
I found you in that bathtub all…

all blue in the face,
I've been waiting for you to get better.

To rejoin the living. And

I guess you have been for some time.
I just didn't know.

I'm leaving now.

-I saved your life.
-[grunts]

I saved your life, Maddie!
But that wasn't enough, was it?

You had to go and stab me in the back
over and over and f*cking over again.

-Why?
-I'm going.

Tell me why!

Because when I look in your eyes too long,
I see it! This animal.

Maybe I always saw it,
but I don't have a death wish anymore.

-Don't! Don't! Don't, Maddie! Don't!
-[gasps]

Don't make me do this!

-[gasps]
-Don't make me do this.

-I love you.
-[gasps]

[screaming in pain]

[Nile] f*ck!

[dramatic music playing]

[both grunt]

[Madison grunts]

No, no, no! No, no! No! No!

Stop, stop! Please!

[grunting]

-[screaming]
-[blood squelching]

[Nile sobs]

[dramatic music continues]

[Nile whimpering]

[music subsides]

Dad? [sobs]

[music fades]

My God, what did you do?

S… She was… She was talking to Abbott.

You f*cking piece of sh*t!

-Hey! Hey!
-What's the matter with you?

[Rick] Did anybody see you?

Is there a shower in here?

Yeah, I think so.

All right. Go take a hot shower.

Put your clothes in a trash bag.

Go.

All right, we've got two choices.

Option one, we help him.

Best case,
he lives his life under suspicion.

Everybody thinks it. Nobody can prove it.

But worst case, there's

a surveillance camera.

Some text message, some spot of DNA.
Something gets him.

And we go down too.

Option two is you dial 911 right now,

turn him in,

and let the chips fall.

If I get a vote…

protect your legacy.

Protect yourself.

[pensive music playing]

[footsteps pattering]

[pensive music continues]

[coffee maker dripping]

[footsteps approaching]

First one to the coffee.

Yeah. [chuckles]

Uh, do you mind if I…

Oh, sure. Sorry.

You know, I've seen you around,
but I don't think we've properly met.

Erika Breton.

Brian Abbott.

You're on the Jarvis case, right?

Yeah, you?

Cybersecurity.

Nice to meet you.

[door opens]

[pensive music continues]

[stirring music playing]

[Madison] Escape is such a thankful word.

I've searched for other answers,
but they all lead me back here.

[zipper zips]

There has been real love in my life,

and for that I am grateful.

But I am too tired of the fight.

I'm not strong enough.

[excavator engine starting]

Forgive me.

Madison.

[gasps]

[unsettling music playing]

[music intensifies]

[man on TV] She could be anywhere.
We don't know.

We don't know. But people
don't disappear themselves, Ryan. Right?

Like, it's actually legit difficult.
It is not a solo job.

It's been a week,
and they still haven't found her, right?

-Like, that's insane.
-[Ryan] Okay, but--

[woman] I mean, this is Nile Jarvis
we're talking about…

-[Shelley] What are you watching?
-[groans]

Just annoying background noise.

Oh, sure. You may have a Pulitzer now,

but you love some tabloid drama
just as much as the rest of us.

[laughs] I don't know about that.
I think--

[Cooper] Cannonball!

I think I got all the drama I need
right here.

-♪ I'll be home… ♪
-Hi.

Hello.

♪ For Christmas ♪

♪ You can plan on me ♪

♪ Please have snow ♪

♪ And mistletoe ♪

♪ And presents on the tree ♪

♪ Christmas Eve will find me ♪

♪ Where the love light gleams ♪

♪ I'll be home for Christmas ♪

♪ If only in my dreams ♪

♪ Christmas Eve will find me ♪

♪ Where the love light gleams ♪

♪ I'll be home for Christmas ♪

♪ If only ♪

♪ In my dreams ♪

[music fades]