Sue Thomas: F.B.Eye
1.08 - Silent Night
Original airdate: 15 December 2002 on PAX
Transcribed from Hallmark (UK)

Writers: Joan Considine Johnson & Kim Beyer-Johnson
Director: Alan Goluboff

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Sue's parents come into DC to stay with Sue and Lucy for Christmas. Sue and her mum argue about how Christmas should be. The team investigate somebody dressing up as Santa who is robbing banks.


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[ Sue and Lucy's apartment - evening ]

Sue and Lucy are decorating the apartment for Christmas.
Sue: The party should be fun, but casual.
Lucy: And… we have to get a tree. We can't have a Christmas party without a tree.
Sue: I would love to get a tree, but I'm not sure if a certain housemate could handle it.
Sue looks at Levi. Lucy looks too. Levi is looking very excited, wagging his tail frantically.
Lucy: Ahh, yes… the tail. He's a very happy dog isn't he?
Sue: One wag, and we're talking major ornament breakage.
Lucy: Well, how about we get a small tree? We could set it on the table outside of tail wagging reach, right?
Sue nods. Lucy opens up a box containing Christmas tree ornaments.
Lucy: Although… I don't think a mini tree's gonna be able to handle all these ornaments. These are beautiful. (Holding one up, looking at it) Where did you get them all?
Sue: My mom's given them to me every year since I was born.
Lucy: What a great tradition.
Sue: Yeah, it is… It's time for a new tradition. New home, new friends… new snowman (she is holding a snowman figure).
Sue moves to the fireplace and looks for a few moments.
Sue: And I think he should go… here.
Sue puts the ornament down on top of the fireplace. She and Lucy step back to admire the decorations.
Lucy: I think the place looks great. Your parents… they're gonna love it.
Sue: My dad will…
Lucy: Your mom will too.
Sue: You haven't met her… but you will… in (checking her watch) 19 hours and 47 minutes.
Lucy smiles and then holds a Christmas tree decoration to her ear, like an earring. She and Sue laugh.

[ Bullpen - day ]

The team are watching some surveillance footage of a man dressed as Santa Claus coming out of a bank. The Santa stops in the street and then starts throwing bills into the air. Everybody is rushing to pick up as much as they can get.
Tara: Good plan… create a diversion.
Demetrius: You mean the robbers weren't generously spreading tidings of comfort and joy?
Myles: No, more like chaos and confusion. Two other Christmas traditions.
Sue: (Referring to the Santa) I've seen that face before.
Jack: And that round little belly. I hear it shakes when he laughs, like a bowl full of jelly.
Tara: My intelligence sources say he works with a group of reindeer. The gang of eight.
Demetrius: Yeah, and their leader is a young buck, Rudolf. Code name: Red Nose.
Bobby: There's two things you don't mess with… Elvis… (he points to the surveillance footage on the screen) and Santa.
Myles: Alright, this is serious. We are talking about armed bank robbery here.
Jack: Alright, Myles is right.
Demetrius: Ah, buh-humbug.
Jack: We promise we won't make fun of Santa anymore.
Sue: 'Cause if we did… we might get coal in our stockings.
Bobby laughs. Myles gives her a warning look.
Sue: (To Myles) Sorry, just slipped out.
Myles throws a file over his shoulder and walks away, back to his desk.
Bobby: Ohh… merry Christmas, Ebenezer.

[ Opening theme plays ]

[ Bullpen - day ]

The team are investigating the Santa bank robbery case.
Myles: Got something.
Bobby: One of the elves turn informant? (Myles doesn't look amused)… That wasn't a Santa joke.
Jack: That was an elf joke.
Myles: DCPD found the get-away car… abandoned.
Jack: Anyone see them? Any prints?
Myles: No and no, car was wiped down. However, forensics found a fibre. It looks like it came from the red Santa suit.
Bobby: It's worth a gander… let's go.
The team's supervisor, Ted Garrett, enters the bullpen.
Ted Garrett: Whatever it is, Myles and Jack can follow it up. (To Bobby) You've got lunch plans.
Bobby: Yeah… buy me lunch? It really is a season of miracles.
Ted Garrett: Newspaper reporter wants to talk to you about the Santa bandit case.
Bobby: Oh, I don't know if you get it, boss. I don't even read the paper.
Myles: Oh, well I'd be happy to represent the FBI in… in…
Ted Garrett: Oh no, she requested the case agent.
Bobby: She did?
Ted Garrett: Darcy D'Angelo… investigative columnist.
Jack: Whoa, whoa, whoa… the story behind the story Darcy D'Angelo?
Bobby: Hang on. Yeah, yeah… she's the one who, who's her pictures on the sides of all those buses, right? Lovely.
Myles: Yeah… perfect. She'll… lull you into a false sense of security, then take you apart, limb by limb.
Bobby: Whoa. You're making this sound even more fun than I thought. I guess I can use my considerable charms in this journo… er, for the good of the bureau.
Ted Garrett: She has an agenda, and it doesn't match ours. So, walk softly, and carry a big, "no comment".
Bobby: No worries.
Ted Garrett turns to leave the bullpen. Bobby puts his arms around Jack and Myles and pats them both on their shoulders.
Bobby: I can take care her, boys. It's the accent. Gets them every time.
Myles and Jack watch him walk off.
Myles: (To Jack) She's gonna put him on a barbie and have him for lunch.
Jack: Yeah.

[ Sue & Lucy's apartment - day ]

Lucy is leading Sue's parents in through the door. They are laughing and carrying suitcases, having just arrived in DC. Sue is following her parents, letting Lucy lead the way.
Mrs Thomas: Oh, there was a snow front coming in… we wanted to get here before dark.
Lucy: Not a bad idea. Better to be safe than sorry.
Mrs Thomas: (To Sue) Besides, you know, your father doesn't see so well at night anymore. (To Lucy) Excuse me.
Mrs Thomas walks off to check out the apartment, closely followed by Lucy. Sue and her dad exchange glances.
Mr Thomas: (Referring to Levi) Where is he? Hey! Come on over here to Grandpa… come on.
Levi runs to him excitedly.
Mr Thomas: That a boy. That's it. (Standing and looking around) It's a great place… great place. Looks like… both of you.
Mrs Thomas: It's very nice.
Sue nods, but doesn't look convinced that she is telling the truth. Mrs Thomas looks around.
Mrs Thomas: You've decorated… hmm.
Lucy: (To Mr Thomas) I'll put your suitcases in Sue's room.
Mr Thomas: It's ok, I'll do it.
Sue: (To her dad) You and mom will sleep in my room. Levi and I will take the hider bed.
Sue looks at her mom who has picked up the snowman figure from the fireplace where Sue put it (on the right).
Mrs Thomas: Oh, no. No, no. Your father and I are the guests… and guests sleep on the hider bed.
Mrs Thomas purposely puts the snowman figure back down on the fireplace, in the middle. Sue looks at Lucy, looking slightly upset.
Sue: (Walking towards her mom) You're right. You are the guest, and that makes me the host. And the guest is supposed to… do what the host says… Besides, there is no way both of you would be comfortable out here.
Mrs Thomas nods, looking slightly upset and embarrassed.
Mrs Thomas: Oh, well… I guess that's settled then.
Seeing things are getting slightly tense, Mr Thomas quickly walks over to Sue, getting her attention.
Mr Thomas: (To Sue) I never argue with the host, especially when she's right.
Mr Thomas gives Sue a quick kiss on the cheek and then hurries off to put the suitcases away in Sue's bedroom.

[ A restaurant - evening ]

Bobby is sitting at a table, waiting for Darcy D'Angelo. He checks his teeth using his knife as a mirror. He then sees Darcy D'Angelo approach the table. She stops, and offers out her hand to him.
Darcy D'Angelo: Agent Manning. Darcy D'Angelo. Thanks for meeting with me.
Bobby stands and shakes her hand.
Bobby: Please, er, call me Bobby.
He and Darcy D'Angelo sit down at the table.
Bobby: You're as lovely as your bus picture.
Darcy D'Angelo: I hate the bus picture.
Bobby: Why? It shows what a spunk you are.
Darcy D'Angelo looks up from trying to find something in her bag. A waitress puts a drink down in front of Bobby and he picks it up.
Bobby: (To the waitress) Thanks. (To Darcy D'Angelo) Uh, sorry. That's Australian for an attractive person.
Bobby takes a sip of his drink. Darcy D'Angelo regards him critically for a moment.
Darcy D'Angelo: The accent, the smile, the odd Australian word here and there… I bet that usually works for you.
Putting his drink down, Bobby smiles smugly. Darcy D'Angelo looks down at her notebook, ignoring his smile.
Darcy D'Angelo: The Santa bandits. Where do you stand in the investigation?
Bobby: Uh… well, it's open, it's active. We're er, interviewing witnesses, running down leads, doing our usual, thorough job.
Darcy D'Angelo: Sounds like FBI speak for, "we're stuck".
Bobby: (Smiling) That would be an incorrect translation.
Darcy D'Angelo: So, you're saying there is new information?
Bobby: Hmmm… I'm saying that we're not stuck.
Darcy D'Angelo: (Firmly) But, there is new information. You found the get-away car?
Bobby: (After a pause) Well, confirming or denying that statement would compromise the investigation.
Darcy D'Angelo: So, you're saying the American people, who pay your salary with their tax dollars don't have a right to know what the FBI is doing in the matter?
Bobby: No, not at all. What I'm…
Darcy D'Angelo: (Firmly) Agent Manning, in your dogged pursuit of this alleged bank robber…
Bobby: It isn't alleged. He did it… as I'm sure you've seen on TV. We've got him on video tape.
Darcy D'Angelo: Video tape… from one of the hundreds of surveillance cameras placed all over the city, watching our every move… a fact the average citizen finds a bit alarming.
Bobby: (After a pause) Yeah, well, the way I look at it… if the ordinary citizen isn't committing a crime, why should he care?
Darcy D'Angelo: So, it's alright with you for Americans to have their civil liberties violated in order for the FBI to do its job?
Bobby: (Sounding a little annoyed) Well, would you prefer we not do our jobs?
Darcy D'Angelo: Is that a yes?
Bobby: No comment.
Darcy D'Angelo: (After a slight pause) I think that I have everything I need. I have a deadline. Thank you very much.
Darcy D'Angelo reaches down to the floor to get her bag, stands, and walks off. Bobby sits for a few moments, quite dumbfounded.

[ Sue and Lucy's apartment - morning ]

Lucy is sitting at the table in the kitchen eating some eggs. Mrs Thomas is working in the kitchen, wearing an apron. Sue comes in and opens up a cupboard to grab some cereal. Mrs Thomas notices and taps her arm to get her attention.
Mrs Thomas: Oh, no, Sue, I've made eggs.
Sue: Er, thanks anyway. I'll just have er, cereal.
Sue grabs a bowl and the cereal and walks to the table to join Lucy, sitting on the opposite side from her.
Lucy: (To Mrs Thomas) These eggs are delicious.
Mrs Thomas: Well, the secret is a little touch of onion powder. (Walking up to the table, talking to Sue) Now, protein in the morning is very important. I can make sunny side up, not very runny, exactly the way you like them.
Sue: Cereal's fine.
Sue opens the cereal container and starts to pour some into the bowl. Mrs Thomas gives up, and goes back to the kitchen counter. She then turns around again.
Mrs Thomas: You know, Lucy tells me you two are throwing a Christmas party?
Sue looks at Lucy, and Lucy looks confused. Sue clears her throat.
Sue: Nothing big, just a few friends from work.
Mrs Thomas goes back to the table carrying a pan and stops by Lucy. She starts to scoop an egg onto Lucy's now empty plate.
Mrs Thomas: Well, I think it's a great idea… socialising with co-workers. You know… I can make my yuletide cake, and that punch you like so much.
Sue: Thanks mom, but we've got it all under control. (She pauses for a moment) Lucy, can you pass the milk?

[ Bullpen - later in the morning ]

Tara, Bobby and Jack are looking over a report.
Tara: Got the lab results back on that fibre found in the get-away car. It's pretty high-end velvet. Dr Simils put me in touch with the manufacturer, and yes, they use it to make Santa Claus suits. Er, the manufacturer gave me a list of all the names they sell to, only one of which is in the greater DC area.
Tara hands the report to Bobby and goes back to her desk.
Bobby: Ok… any volunteers to stop by a, er… Andre's Costume Couture?
Sue: Couture?
Lucy: (Fingerspelling and speaking) Couture.
Sue: Oh, fancy clothes. I'm in.
Bobby: Sold.
Jack takes the file from Bobby and looks at it.
Jack: What's costume couture?
Bobby: Here's your chance to find out, mate.
Bobby walks over to Tara's desk.
Bobby: Tara, I got another little project for you. (Tara nods) I need copies of past newspaper articles written by Darcy D'Angelo.
Tara: I'd been wondering what to get you for Christmas.
Bobby: Cheers.

[ Andre's Costume Couture ]

Jack and Sue have arrived to ask questions at Andre's Costume Couture and they are talking to the owner, Andre, who has a strong accent. He is telling them about a Santa suit, holding it up.
Andre: Er, the belt is leather, with varnished brass buckle… boots to match, of course.
Andre looks up at them. Jack and Sue don't know what to say for a moment.
Sue: It's very, er… North Pole.
Levi steps forward a little towards the suit Andre is holding. Andre looks at him, moving the suit away. He breathes in audibly and tuts a few times.
Andre: Have to watch the puppy here.
Levi sits down obediently.
Jack: How many have you sold?
Andre: Eleven. Seven to regular clientele, four one-offs.
Jack and Sue look slightly confused.
Andre: …One time purchases. One of whom I might add, had the audacity to use a stolen credit card.
Sue looks at Jack, and then back at Andre.
Sue: Can you describe him?
Andre: Her. Medium height, thin, but… she bought a large and declined on extra padding. I assumed the suit was for a male friend, hmm? I'll never forget this. She was wearing brown. Brown!
Jack and Sue look very confused. Jack raises his eyebrows in questioning.
Andre: Brown is not a Christmas colour. Plus, it is so passé. Orange is this year's brown.
Jack and Sue look at each other, amused.
Jack: (To Sue) Who said this job wasn't educational? (To Andre) We need the credit card receipt, and a list of all the people who bought Santa suits.
Andre: Some of my clientele are very protective of their privacy.
Sue: We'll be discrete. We just need to find out who's been naughty and nice.
Andre: Ah.
Andre goes to get the receipt and list.

[ Bullpen ]

The team are working on the Santa bandit case. Tara comes over to Bobby's desk and dumps a file on it in front of him.
Tara: Merry Christmas. Darcy D'Angelo columns from the last year.
Bobby: (Picking up the file) Ohh, good on ya, Tara. Thanks.
Sue and Jack walk to Bobby's desk.
Sue: (To Bobby) I got the address on Carolyn McCartney. (She hands him a bit of paper) The woman who's stolen credit card was used to buy the Santa suit.
Bobby: I guess I'll pay Miss McCartney here a visit. Try and track Santa through the stolen credit card. (To Sue) Wanna come with?
Sue: (After I slight pause, and in a lowered tone) I'm supposed to… meet my mom for lunch.
Bobby: Oh, that's ok. I can get someone else.
Sue: No, no. That means I want to go.
Bobby and Jack exchange glances, looking a bit confused. Noticing, Sue speaks up.
Sue: I suppose you both have great relationships with your moms?
Bobby: Well, it was a bit rough 'n' tumble during my teen years, but er, got it turned around.
Jack and Sue look at each other and laugh.

[ Street ]

Bobby and Sue are talking to Carolyn McCartney, who's stolen credit card was used.
Sue: You reported your credit card stolen three weeks ago?
Carolyn McCartney: Yes. May I ask why the FBI's following up on a local robbery case?
Bobby: Yeah, we're looking for a bank robber we think may have used your credit card.
Carolyn McCartney: Ahh. Then look for the valet from La Maison. I met friends there for dinner. I left my car with the valet, and left my purse in the glove compartment. Didn't even know he'd swiped the card until two days later. I was at the grocery store, went to pull it out… it was gone.
Sue: So, it's possible the valet took it? (Carolyn McCartney nods) But it's also possible it may have been misplaced…
Carolyn McCartney: I didn't lose it. The valet stole it. I reported him to the restaurant manager… like talking to the wind. Needless to say, La Maison has lost my future business.

[ Bullpen ]

Jack, Myles and Bobby are talking together. Jack is holding a newspaper.
Jack: (To Bobby) Good, you're back. Listen to this. (He reads from the newspaper) "FBI agent, Manning, believes that violating your civil liberties is his right".
Bobby grabs the newspaper from Jack and looks at it in disbelief.
Myles: Erm, it goes downhill from there.
Bobby slaps the newspaper with his hand.
Bobby: (Sounding very annoyed) She is unbelievable. Well, the bank robber's the bad guy! (Myles nods) Yeah, he's stealing from people, and, and he's, he's doing it all in Santa's good name.
Jack: Nice job of handling her. I have no doubt she did find you irresistible.
Myles: Well, it's the accent. Gets them every time.
Jack: Yeah.
Myles: (To Bobby, in a hushed tone) Garrett would like to see you.
Lucy comes over, interrupting the conversation.
Lucy: I'm sorry to interrupt, but er… Santa just hit another bank.

[ On the street ]

Jack and Bobby are driving to the bank which Santa robbed, siren going. Jack is driving.
Bobby: What, you taking the scenic route? Shouldn't we be there by now?
Jack: The bank's two blocks away.
Suddenly Bobby notices a Santa running down an alley towards a parking area.
Bobby: It's Santa, rip off.
Jack stops the car quickly, and moves it into the parking area. Jack and Bobby quickly get out of the car, guns in hands.
Jack: FBI! Stop!
The Santa stops, looking shocked and confused and puts his arms in the air.
Bobby: Turn around, hands on the car!
The man in the Santa suit now looks very frightened, and follows their commands, with forceful help from Jack.
Jack: Get on the car, on the car!
Bobby: Hands on the car.
Bobby pats him down while Jack has picked up the bag the man in the Santa suit was holding and looks through it.
Bobby: Mind telling us why you were running?
Santa: I'm late for work. The bus broke down.
Jack pulls out a bag from the bag Santa was carrying.
Jack: Gym clothes, no dough.
Santa: I go to the gym after work.
Bystanders are gathering. Suddenly, one man runs from the crowd towards Jack, Bobby and Santa.
Man: (While running towards them) What are you doing with my Santa!?
The man stops in front of Jack and Jack pulls out his ID card and badge to show him.
Jack: FBI. You are?
Man: I'm Paul Norwell. I'm the manager who manages the department store here… I… What are you doing with my best Santa?
Bobby: A guy dressed as Santa just robbed a bank.
Man: (Laughing) And you think it's Fred? He's been making whiny kids smile for the last decade of Christmases. (Becoming serious) He, he's the kinda guy that would make Santa proud.
Jack and Bobby look at each other. Bobby puts away his gun.
Bobby: (To Fred) Fred, is it? (Fred nods) Righto, look Fred, er…
Darcy D'Angelo has arrived on the scene and is coming over. She shouts over.
Darcy D'Angelo: Nice to see the FBI on the job.
Jack: (To himself) Oh, great… Lois Lane.
Darcy D'Angelo: A perfect example of FBI profiling. He's dressed like Santa… guilty until proven innocent?
Bobby: (Ignoring Darcy D'Angelo) Fred, I'm very sorry, mate. Jack, could you take care of this? (To Darcy D'Angelo, firmly) You and I need to have a conversation.
Jack: Uh… I don't think that's such a good idea.
Bobby: (To Darcy D'Angelo) Why don't we talk over here?
Darcy D'Angelo: Fred, would you mind sticking around for a little while? I'd love to have your side of the story.
Fred nods and Darcy D'Angelo approaches Bobby.
Darcy D'Angelo: If this is about the article I wrote on you…
Bobby: No, this is about all the articles you've written. I've done a little research, and what I've found is that you've built a career on not letting the facts get in the way of a good story.
Darcy D'Angelo: Just because you don't agree with the stories I've done, doesn't mean that they're not true.
Bobby: How do you get to the truth if you go into every story with a chip on your shoulder and axe to grind?
Darcy D'Angelo: I write what I see…
Bobby: (His voice rising a little) No, you write what you wanna see! There may be a different story out there, a great story, about real people, who are trying to do the right thing in a world that makes that increasingly difficult. That's the FBI that I know. But you miss that story, or you ignore it… because it doesn't let you stamp your foot or shake your fist!
Darcy D'Angelo: Sounds like the feeble protest of a man afraid of free press.
Bobby: (Sighing) Righto… look, can we just um, declare a truce here? Right, after all, it is Christmas, right? Peace on earth, good will to all men… and, and women.
Darcy D'Angelo: So… we should be nice to each other once a year because it's good business for Madison Avenue? Christmas is just a commercial charade perpetuated by a capitalistic society.
Bobby: Yes, that's much better. I think you're starting to catch with the spirit perfectly… and to think some people believe you're cold and cynical.
Bobby walks off, and Darcy D'Angelo stands, smiling triumphantly.

[ Sue & Lucy's apartment - evening ]

Sue, Lucy and Levi come in, wrapped up warmly, carrying a small tree about 3-4 feet high. They are laughing.
Lucy: Oh, I think what this tree lacks in size, makes up for in character!
Sue: You are a good tree picker.
Sue and Lucy start to carry it into the living room.
Sue: The two of us just created our own little family tradition.
Levi barks, and they turn to look at him.
Lucy: She said the three of us.
Entering the living room, Sue and Lucy stop in their tracks, lowering the small tree in shock. In the living room is a very tall tree around 9-10 feet high, fully decorated, lights on. Mr and Mrs Thomas go and stand in front of it. Mrs Thomas is looking very pleased.
Lucy: (In awe) Wow.
Sue looks annoyed. Lucy looks at her, and then back at Sue's parents.
Lucy: It's beautiful.
Mrs Thomas: (Sounding pleased) Well, I thought it would be nice to have a tree for the party.
Sue: How could you just… go out and get a tree without asking us?
Mrs Thomas: But you've both been so busy and I knew that you couldn't have a Christmas party without a tree.
Sue: I told you. We had everything under control.
Lucy touches Sue's arm to get her attention, looking like she just wants to stop any arguments.
Lucy: (To Sue) Erm… we can take this little guy to work.
There is a crash as Levi's tail hits one of the decorative balls off the bottom of the tree, causing it to smash on the floor.
Sue: (Seeing it) Levi…
Sue ushers him out of the room, as Levi whimpers, knowing he's disappointed her. Mrs Thomas looks slightly upset and puts her face in her hands for a moment. Sue turns to her.
Sue: (Sounding slightly annoyed) That's why we got a mini tree.


[ Sue & Lucy's apartment - later in the evening ]

Sue is sitting on the sofa with a blanket, looking at the tree her mom got. She looks upset. Her dad comes into the room, and walks into her line of view so that she knows he's there. He smiles at her, and she smiles back.
Sue: Well, at least it's Levi-proof.
Levi is lying underneath the tree. All the decorations at the bottom of the tree have been taken off, so about the bottom foot of the tree is bare.
Mr Thomas: Who knows… maybe you'll start a new fad.
Sue and her dad smile. He can see that she's still upset about the tree and goes over, sitting down on the sofa beside her and putting his arm around her.
Sue: It's not even… that it's not a nice tree. It's just… now it's her tree, not mine or Lucy's.
Mr Thomas sighs, looking down for a moment. Taking in a deep breath, he looks back up. He puts his other hand on her shoulder and she turns to face him.
Mr Thomas: You… have worked so hard… and you've come such a long way. I am very proud of you… your mother is too.
Sue: (Not sounding convinced) Yeah…
Mr Thomas: Hey… all she's ever wanted is the very best for you.
They both look back at the tree for a moment. Mr Thomas taps her shoulder gently to get her attention again.
Mr Thomas: The best gift you can give her this Christmas… is to let her be part of your life.
Sue: Be part of my life or… take over my life?
Mr Thomas sighs again, knowing he's not winning. Noticing his look of disappointment, Sue turns back to him.
Sue: I'll try… I promise.
Mr Thomas laughs softly. He looks at the tree for a second and then back at Sue.
Mr Thomas: Do you remember when you were little… after we'd all decorated the tree… you and I would lay on the floor, and just look at how pretty it was?
Sue nods, smiling a little.
Sue: You were looking at the tree, I was looking at the presents… trying to figure out which ones were mine.
They laugh together softly. Mrs Thomas comes into the living room behind them, and notices them sitting there. She stops, not letting her presence be known.
Sue: You always told me to squint my eyes when I look at the tree.
Mr Thomas: The lights were prettier that way.
They both look back at the tree and squint their eyes, looking at the lights.
Sue: (Smiling) Yeah, you're right.
They both nod, and Sue leans against her dad, resting her head on his. Mrs Thomas watches them, and puts her hand to her mouth, looking a little upset.

[ Bullpen - day ]

The team are watching a surveillance video from the latest Santa bank robbery.
Jack: Same MO, different bank.
Myles: If we don't find something soon, the press is gonna serve us up with the Christmas goose.
Bobby: Hang on, hang on. Back it up.
Tara backs up the tape.
Bobby: Yeah, right there. What's that woman doing? Near the light post.
Tara: Let's find out.
Tara uses the computer to zoom up on the woman.
Myles: Why isn't she going after the money?
Bobby: Tara… put in the other robbery tape.
Tara nods and puts in the other robbery tape. The team watch it for a few moments.
Bobby: Yeah… wait, wait. Stop, freeze. Ok.
He gets up and walks up to the big screen where the footage is being projected.
Bobby: Zoom in… on that woman… (he points on the screen) right back there.
Tara zooms up on the woman. We see it is the same woman.
Bobby: Hmmm… same innocent bystander at two bank robberies. Coincidence? I think not.

[ Andre's costume couture ]

Jack and Sue have gone back to the store which sells Santa suits. They show him a picture of the woman they have taken from the surveillance footage.
Andre: That's her. That's Miss Stolen Credit Card.
Jack: (To Sue) You feel like talking with the valet at La Maison to see if her path crossed with his?
Sue: It might be the season to be jolly after all.
Jack and Sue turn to head out of the store. After only a couple of steps, Jack spots something hanging on a rack and stops.
Jack: (To Sue, showing her the jersey) Oh, hey… hey. That's my old number.
Andre: Authentic seal. It's one hundred percent ???… double elbows and shoulders. (Looking at Sue) It would look fabulous on you, too.
Sue: Oversized hockey jersey? (Not looking too sure) It… it could work.
Jack: Yeah, you bet it could.
Jack takes the jersey from the rack and holds it against her.
Andre: (To Sue) Will that be cheque, or credit card?
Jack: Uh…
Sue takes the jersey from Jack and hangs it back up.
Sue: (To Andre) I think… you'll have to take that up with Santa. His pockets are a lot deeper than mine.
Jack, Sue and Andre all laugh.

[ La Maison restaurant ]

Jack and Sue are talking to the restaurant manager.
Restaurant manager: The customer was probably right. The valet probably did steal her credit card. I figured as much when he didn't show up for work next day.
Jack: Does this valet have a name or address?
Restaurant manager: Mitch Harris… I've got an address for him somewhere… who knows if it's real.
Sue pulls out the photograph of the woman from the surveillance tapes and shows it to the restaurant manager.
Sue: Ever seen her before?
Restaurant manager: Oh yes. Mitch's girlfriend. At least, that's what it looked like to me. Her name's Annie… something.

[ Bullpen ]

The team are all working their separate leads on the Santa bandit case. Bobby is just walking past Tara's desk. She spots him.
Tara: Found some more articles by your friend, Darcy.
Tara holds out some files to him. He doesn't take them.
Bobby: Oh, I think I've read everything I care to read penned by Miss D'Angelo.
Tara: This is from before she came to DC… when she was at a newspaper in Ohio.
Bobby takes the files from Tara, a little curious now. Tara's phone rings and she picks up the receiver, but quickly puts in a word to Bobby before actually answering it.
Tara: (To Bobby) You might actually like some of these. Particularly the top one. (Into the phone) Tara Williams.
We hear that it's Jack talking to her. He says, "Hi, it's Jack".

[ Street outside La Maison restaurant ]

Jack, Sue and Levi are just leaving the restaurant. Jack is on the phone to Tara.
Jack: Listen. We might have a lead on the Santa bandits. Find out who pays the bills at 125 Maple Apartments C.
[ Back in the bullpen ] Tara nods.
Tara: Got it.
[ Back on the street outside La Maison ]
Jack: Let 'em know we're looking for the woman on the tape.
[ Back in the bullpen ]
Tara: The woman in brown. Moving up the "Most Wanted" list.
[ Back on the street outside La Maison ]
Jack: Thank you.
Jack presses a button on his cell phone to end the call.
Sue: So now what?
Jack: We need a search warrant… which means we need a AUSA. Let's hope everyone's not already in Vermont wrapping Christmas presents.

[ Sue & Lucy's apartment ]

Sue and Jack arrive in through the door, quickly starting to remove their coats. The apartment is noisy, as Sue and Lucy's Christmas party is already underway.
Jack: It's fashionable to be late to a party.
Sue: Not to your own party… and not an hour late.
Sue and Jack hang up their coats and head in to join the party. We see that Myles is talking to Mr Thomas.
Myles: Excuse me, sir.
Jack and Sue approach Sue's mom, Lucy and Charlie who are all talking.
Mrs Thomas: (To Lucy & Charlie) Ah! Here she is!
Jack: Yeah, it's my fault she's late.
Sue: (To Lucy) I'm so sorry.
Lucy: Don't worry. Bobby called… he's even later than you. And it worked out just fine, 'cause your mom pitched right in.
Sue: Thanks mom.
Lucy: (To Mrs Thomas) Everyone loves the yuletide cake.
Lucy smiles at Mrs Thomas, who smiles back. Lucy heads off to talk to some other people.
Mrs Thomas: (To Sue) I told everyone it was your recipe. Ssshh.
At this comment, Sue looks slightly annoyed. She goes to say something to her mom, but Charlie interrupts her.
Charlie: How come you never, ever told me you could play the piano?
Sue: It just… never came up.
Mrs Thomas: (To Sue) You know, I was just saying that it's too bad that there isn't a piano because then you could play some Christmas carols.
Jack: (To Sue) First, figure skating… and now, piano. How many more hidden talents do you have?
Sue simply smiles.
Mrs Thomas: (To Jack) She sings!
Sue: (Looking a little embarrassed) Oh, mom…
Levi starts to paw at Sue's legs. Tara is trying to get her attention from across the room.
Tara: Oh, Sue… Sue!
Mrs Thomas: (To Sue) Oh, I think, I think Tara wants to talk with you. You better go ahead, dear. It's probably a good idea to mingle. Go on.
Sue and Jack both walk over to Tara.
Tara: SOG's set up at the woman in brown's address… just waiting for her to show up. Sue. Am I a fictional character?
Sue suddenly looks very confused. She looks at Jack, who looks as confused as her, and then back at Tara.
Tara: Not, not me… I know I'm real. I mean the parlour game me… By the way, Sue, great idea.
Tara turns to Jack to explain the game to him.
Tara: You're a holiday character, real or fictional, and you've gotta find out who you are by asking everyone one yes or no question.
Jack nods. Tara turns her back to them to let them read the label on her back. It says "Frosty the Snowman".
Sue: (In a lowered tone) There aren't supposed to be any games.
Tara turns back around to face them and turns to Jack.
Tara: Jack. Do I live in the North Pole?
Sue looks annoyed for a moment longer before smiling and shrugging. Jack stands, mouth open, dumbfounded.

[ Outside offices - evening ]

Darcy D'Angelo leaves the building. Bobby is waiting outside for her to appear, leaning against a wall. She stops when she sees him.
Bobby: Good evening, Miss D'Angelo.
Darcy D'Angelo: Agent Manning. Am I on the FBI watch list now?
Bobby: (Smiling) No. No, I just realised that erm… well, that I did most of the talking last time we met. Thought maybe I should hear more of what you have to say.
Darcy D'Angelo: (Beginning to walk) I believe that falls into the category of "Be careful what you wish for".
Bobby: (Following her) How about telling me how a nice sheila like you ended up in a business like this? I really wanna know.
Darcy D'Angelo: I wanted to fight for truth, justice in the American way.
Bobby: So you wanted to be superwoman?
Darcy D'Angelo: I wanted to make a difference.
Bobby starts laughing and stops. She stops too.
Darcy D'Angelo: What? So, you have a problem with that?
Bobby quickly stops laughing and looks back up at her.
Bobby: No, no… it's just erm… well, that's why I went into the FBI.
Bobby nods. Darcy D'Angelo nods too.
Bobby: So have you?... Made a difference?
Darcy D'Angelo: Not as easy as I thought it would be. (She pauses for a moment) There's a lot of wrong going on out there. Seen a lot of things. Some of which I wish I hadn't. Starting to think that the wrong side is winning. That it's hopeless.
Bobby: Yeah. That's one of the reasons why I like Christmas so much. Reminds me of something to hope for.
They stand for a few moments in silence.
Darcy D'Angelo: Well, this has been interesting… but, I have an appointment… so, if there's nothing else...
Bobby: Yeah, actually there is erm… one thing…
He starts to pull an article from his inside jacket pocket.
Bobby: I read an old article you wrote. ???, I believe. Here we are. (He reads from the article) "Fourth of July may be an old-fashioned American tradition, but it's a tradition… this American likes". I like that. (Handing her the article) Whatever happened to the person who wrote that?
Darcy D'Angelo takes the article from him and looks at it. She looks down regretfully.
Darcy D'Angelo: That was a long time ago.
Bobby: Maybe… but I've got a feeling she's still in there somewhere.
Darcy D'Angelo: (Handing the article back) She was naive and idealistic. Thankfully, she doesn't exist anymore.
Bobby: That's too bad.
Darcy D'Angelo nods a little, before turning and walking away.

[ Sue & Lucy's apartment - night ]

All the party guests have now left. Sue is just locking up the apartment door. Lucy is eating little bits from the table, and Mr and Mrs Thomas are clearing up a little.
Mr Thomas: Well, this much mess proves the party was a success.
Mrs Thomas: You girls did a great job.
Sue: Yeah, you did a great job.
Sue turns to Lucy. She shrugs and throws her arms out a bit.
Sue: (To Lucy) Why don't we leave all of this tonight, and clean up tomorrow?
Lucy: Sounds like a plan.
Mrs Thomas: Oh, you go ahead. I'll clean up.
Sue: Mom, we just said…
Mrs Thomas: No, it won't take me long, and in the morning you're gonna be glad it's done.
Sue stops positioning the cushions on the sofa. She looks at Lucy for a moment, and then turns back to her mom. She dumps the cushions on the floor.
Sue: (To her mom, sounding annoyed) I can't go to bed… if you're cleaning up. The living room is my bedroom.
Mr Thomas looks down at the floor.
Sue: And, and, the point is… this is our place. We just said we don't wanna clean up until morning.
Mrs Thomas: I was just trying to help…
Sue: Like you were helping with the party?
Mrs Thomas looks up at Sue, looking slightly annoyed herself now.
Sue: I told you we didn't want any games.
Mrs Thomas: You were late. We needed something to help start the party.
Sue: No we didn't. We didn't need games, or… yuletide cake… (her voice rising) or you telling everyone I played the piano.
Mrs Thomas: (Firmly) What is wrong with that? You do play the piano.
Sue: (Sounding angry) You list my accomplishments, like… I'm applying for the position of real person in the real world. Well, newsflash mom, I am a real person in the real world. And I don't need, or want your help to prove it!
Mrs Thomas: I just wanted your party to be a success.
Sue: It was a success, but it wasn't our party. It was your party… just like, this tree was your tree. (She pauses for a moment) But this isn't your life! It's mine!
Sue turns and heads for the door of the apartment.
Sue: Come on, Levi.
Mr Thomas looks at his wife, while Mrs Thomas, looking upset, looks to Lucy.

[ Sue & Lucy's apartment - next morning ]

Mrs Thomas walks into the living room. Lucy is sitting in there on the sofa, with a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper. She looks up when she notices Mrs Thomas.
Lucy: Morning, Mrs Thomas.
Mrs Thomas: Good morning, Lucy.
Mrs Thomas looks around for a moment, looking upset again, before looking back at Lucy.
Mrs Thomas: I see you and Sue cleaned up after all. (She pauses for a moment) I haven't seen Sue yet this morning.
Lucy: She left early. (She pauses) She probably had some work she had to catch up on.
Mrs Thomas nods, not looking convinced.
Mrs Thomas: Uh-huh.
Mrs Thomas looks at the tree. Lucy notices the way she's looking at it.
Lucy: It really is a nice tree.
Mrs Thomas shrugs, looking upset. Lucy notices this, and folds the newspaper up, putting it aside.
Lucy: You know… there was this mom I knew, growing up. And she used to invite all the neighbourhood kids to come help decorate the their Christmas tree…
Mrs Thomas sits down on the sofa beside Lucy.
Lucy: It was the kinda place… that everybody wanted to be.
Lucy stops for a moment and puts her cup of coffee down onto the coffee table.
Lucy: And her daughter… used to tell everyone… when she grew up… she wanted to be a mommy, just like her mom.
Mrs Thomas smiles. Lucy looks down at her lap for moment.
Lucy: And it was er… it was sad… 'cause they stopped talking.
Mrs Thomas: They stopped talking? What happened?
Lucy: (Looking back up) They got into a fight. It was probably over some dumb, little thing. (She pauses for a few moments) But the daughter felt… she'd grown up. And the mother thought that… she was still her little girl. Anyway, one was hurt, the other was angry. (She pauses for another few moments) And in the end… they stopped talking altogether.
Mrs Thomas and Lucy sit in silence for a few moments.
Mrs Thomas: Did they ever make up?
Lucy: Two years later. (She pauses) And those two years… were something they could never get back. (She pauses again) And that's something I'll always regret. And I know she will too.
Mrs Thomas is close to tears. She looks over at the tree again.

[ Bullpen - morning ]

Sue and Levi are alone in the bullpen, as Sue has come in early. Sue is talking to Levi.
Sue: I know… you're right.
Sue gets up from behind her desk and sits down on the floor next to Levi.
Sue: I tell her I want to be treated like an adult, then I act like a spoiled kid… and throw a temper tantrum. And to top it off… I sneak out this morning so I don't have to face her. Pretty adult, huh? What I said was true… but the way I said it…
Levi rests his head on her lap.
Sue: Thanks. I could use a hug.
Jack enters the bullpen.
Jack: Hi.
Sue doesn't notice him come in. Levi lets her know he is there. Sue looks up.
Sue: Hi.
Jack waves at her.
Jack: Sorry… I didn't mean to eavesdrop.
Sue stands up.
Sue: That's ok… How much did you hear?
Jack: Well, let's just say I know why he was giving you a hug.
Sue: Is it wrong for me to… wish my mom would except me for who I am?
Jack: I don't think so. (He pauses) As long as you're willing to do the same for her.
Myles comes running into the bullpen.
Myles: (To Jack) SOG called. Santa's little helper, Annie, also known as the woman in brown finally came home to roost. (Pulling a slip of paper from his pocket) I've got a search warrant and I'm not afraid to use it.
Myles walks off quickly. Jack and Sue nod at each other, and quickly follow.

[ Annie's home ]

Jack, Bobby, Myles and Sue have just finished searching Annie's home. They meet together in the kitchen.
Myles: You find anything?
Bobby: No guns, no cash, no Santa suit.
Jack: Well, she knows we've got her on the stolen credit cards. She's a little scared right now. But she's too smart to cop to the robbery.
Myles: So I'm guessing she's not telling us where her boyfriend is either?
Sue: She doesn't even admit to having a boyfriend.
Myles: Well, wherever and whoever he is, the Santa suit and the money are probably with him.
Bobby: We haven't checked everywhere. I get the one with the red ribbon.
They walk to the Christmas tree and Bobby, Sue and Myles all grab a present and start opening them. Jack watches. Myles is carefully removing the paper.
Jack: Myles, what are you doing?
Myles: Well, it's nice paper, why waste it?
Bobby has finished unwrapping the present he took. He's sitting on the floor staring into a box full of money.
Bobby: Ahh look. Just what I always wanted.

[ Street ]

The team arrive quickly in their cars to arrest Annie's boyfriend, Mitch Harris, the Santa bandit. He is just leaving his apartment building. The team surround him, guns pointing at him. Jack shows Mitch Harris his badge and ID, while walking towards him.
Jack: Mitch Harris. FBI. Hands on the car.
Bobby: Hands on the car!
Jack: Hands on the car.
He turns Mitch Harris around and pushes him against the car, proceeding to handcuff him.
Bobby: Good day Mitch. We need to ??? of holly. You and your mate are under arrest for bank robbery. Come on.
Myles and Demetrius have sorted Mitch Harris's friend out.
Myles: Let's go.
Demetrius: Ho, ho, ho.

[ Bullpen - evening ]

The team are getting ready to finish work. Myles crosses the bullpen to get his coat. He is "ba-baming" to a Christmas tune. Lucy is getting her coat too. She smiles to herself in amusement at Myles. He stops.
Lucy: Would you admit it? Catching the Santa bandit gave even you just a few ounces of Christmas spirit, didn't it?
Myles: Well it… wasn't as good as the toy train I got when I was 8, but er… not bad.
Myles heads for the door of the bullpen. He stops just before exiting and turns to talk to the whole team.
Myles: Colleagues! I bid you joyeux noel. Christmas at the cape awaits.
Myles leaves. Sue smiles at Demetrius, who has just stood from his desk and is heading to leave the bullpen.
Demetrius: I gotta finish my Christmas shopping… again.
Bobby: Have a good one Demetrius!
Jack: Merry Christmas, D.
Demetrius: Yeah, have a great Christmas everybody.
Demetrius leaves. Jack stands from his desk.
Jack: Hmm… I can almost smell my mother's cinnamon rolls now!
Jack grabs his coat and begins to put it on.
Sue: I hope you have a nice time.
Jack smiles at her for a few moments. He then reaches underneath his desk, pulling up a small present. He places it onto her desk in front of her.
Jack: It's just a little something… but you can't open it until Christmas.
Sue smiles and then reaches underneath her own desk and pulls up a small present, putting it onto her desk for him.
Sue: Same goes for you.
Jack: (Signing and speaking) Merry Christmas.
Sue: (Signing only) Merry Christmas.
Jack smiles at her for a moment before lifting his present from her desk.
Jack: Bye. (To Levi) See ya, buddy.
Jack goes to leave the bullpen, and waves his hand to everybody as he crosses the bullpen.
Jack: Merry Christmas everyone!
Tara: Merry Christmas.
Tara is packing her laptop computer away into its case. Sue looks over at the present Jack has given her. Lucy approaches Sue's desk.
Lucy: Go on, open it.
Sue shakes her head.
Sue: I just have something to finish up here.
Lucy: I gotta make a stop anyway. I'll see ya at home.
Tara is just getting ready to leave and sees Lucy heading to leave the bullpen.
Tara: (To Lucy) Hold the elevator, I'll be right there. (To Sue) Have a very merry.
Sue: You too.
Bobby walks past Tara's desk, heading to leave the bullpen. Tara whistles a note to get his attention, and he stops. She hands him a small, wrapped present. He takes it.
Bobby: Ah Tara… Uh, I'm afraid I don't have anything for you, um… I didn't think we were exchanging gifts.
Tara: We're not. This isn't from me. Oh, shoot. I just missed an incredible opportunity there, didn't I? Merry Christmas.
Tara heads to leave the bullpen.
Bobby: Yeah, merry Christmas, Tara.
Bobby opens the present and pulls out a newspaper. The first thing he sees is an article written by Darcy D'Angelo. It's titled "F.B.I. Saves Christmas". Underneath, a sub-title reads "Old Fashioned Values Live On In The Bureau". Bobby smiles to himself, before turning to Sue.
Bobby: Merry Christmas, Sue.
Sue: Merry Christmas.
Bobby: You too, Levi.
Levi barks and Bobby leaves the bullpen. Looking around and seeing nobody is about, Sue opens up the present Jack gave her anyway. Her face drops as she pulls out the oversized hockey jersey which Jack had seen in Andre's Costume Couture, from the small box. She then laughs softly to herself. Meanwhile, Lucy has led Mrs Thomas into the bullpen.
Lucy: Sue.
Sue's back is to the door of the bullpen. Levi puts his paw onto the lap and looks to the door to let her know somebody is there. Sue follows his gaze and sees her mom and Lucy walking towards her desk.
Sue: Mom.
Lucy: I was on my way out, and look who I found.
Mrs Thomas: (To Lucy) Thank you for bringing me up.
Lucy: You're welcome.
Lucy leaves the bullpen and Sue stands from her desk.
Mrs Thomas: Sue, about last night… I'm sorry. You were right.
Sue: Even if I was… I was wrong to say it the way I did. I owe you everything… and I've never… really… said thank you.
Mrs Thomas: You know, all I ever did was what I thought was best for you. When you were a child, I pushed because I knew how hard it was going to be. No… that's not true. Even I didn't know how hard it was really going to be. I was afraid that if I didn't push you, you wouldn't make it.
Sue now looks close to tears.
Mrs Thomas: Now, there were times when all I wanted to do was hug you. Maybe I should… And then one day I turned around, and you had grown up. And even though you'd become… the woman I always hoped you'd be… I found I couldn't quite admit that to myself because… if I did, I wasn't… sure where that left me. You know, I'd been your mother for so many years. (She pauses for a moment) I didn't know how to be much of anything else. But I'll learn… because it is your life… and what an amazing job you're doing living it.
Mrs Thomas smiles at Sue, and she returns the smile, still close to tears.
Mrs Thomas: I'm so proud of you, Sue.
Sue leans forward to hug her mom.
Sue: I love you, mom.
Mrs Thomas pulls away from Sue so that she can see her. She makes the sign for "I love you", turning down the middle and ring fingers of her right hand into her palm.
Mrs Thomas: I love you too, sweetheart.

[ Darcy D'Angelo's home - evening ]

Darcy D'Angelo opens her door to find a man dressed in a Santa suit standing there.
Santa: Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Darcy D'Angelo: Nice try, but I know it's you. Very funny, Harry.
She leans forward and pulls the beard away to reveal Bobby. She looks surprised and leans back again.
Darcy D'Angelo: Oh. Hi.
Bobby: Hey. Uh… I got your package and I thought that I'd erm, just… yeah… Who, who's Harry?
Darcy D'Angelo: My editor.
Bobby: Oh! Yeah… right. Uh, well, I noticed that you er… you had the perfect opportunity… to take a shot at me… and you didn't do it. I'd say that's progress.
Darcy D'Angelo: Some might call it regression.
She smiles, and Bobby smiles back, nodding.
Bobby: Um… look, I know that it's, it's Christmas Eve, but erm… are you doing anything? There's something I think you should experience.
Darcy D'Angelo: What's that?
Bobby: 'Tis a season for reason.
He smiles at her, and she returns it back, amused.

[ Sue & Lucy's apartment - evening ]

Sue and her mom come in with Levi. They stop just inside and Mrs Thomas puts down the bags she's carrying onto a table and starts removing her coat. Sue starts taking off her gloves. Mrs Thomas touches Sue's arm to get her attention.
Mrs Thomas: So… that Jack… he seems like a very nice young man.
Sue: (Taking off her coat) Yes, he is.
Mrs Thomas and Sue start to head for the living room.
Mrs Thomas: Is he single?
Sue smiles, rolling her eyes. As they look into the living room, they both stop dead in the tracks, looking in with slight shock. Mr Thomas, Lucy and Charlie are standing beside a piano, which has a big ribbon tied around it.
Charlie: Merry Christmas.
Lucy: I already told him we can't accept it, but the man won't take no for an answer.
Mrs Thomas and Sue look at each other, looking equally as surprised. Sue turns back to Charlie, a questioning look on her face.
Charlie: I got the idea from your mother when she told me you could play. Please… would be a gift from me if you'd keep it.
Sue steps forward, smiling now. Mrs Thomas, standing behind her, looks a little worried.
Charlie: (To Sue) I bought it for Thelma on our 25th wedding anniversary… and she'd play it every night. (He pauses for a moment) Since she died… that piano's been quiet. I'm sure Thelma would like you to have it… as long as you don't mind if I come over once in a while and listen to you play it.
Sue steps forward and hugs Charlie.
Mr Thomas: Hey… the least you can do is play the man a song.
Sue: I'd love to.
Sue goes to the piano and sits down. Mr and Mrs Thomas, Lucy and Charlie gather around.
Mrs Thomas: Why don't you play the… why don't you play whatever you want to play.
Sue smiles at her and nods. She begins to play "Silent Night".

[ Street - evening ]

Jack is sitting in the back of a taxi with his luggage. They are stuck in a massive traffic jam.
Jack: (To the taxi driver) Hope I don't miss my flight home.
He looks at his luggage on the seat beside him and notices Sue's present to him. He picks it up, opens up the bag and pulls out an oversized hockey jersey, which they saw in Andre's Costume Couture. He smiles, realising that they have gotten each other the same gifts. He laughs softly to himself.

[ Church - evening ]

Bobby and Darcy D'Angelo are sitting in the church for a service. Darcy D'Angelo looks at the little book she's holding, and Bobby points to something on it, mouthing "That one".

[ Sue & Lucy's apartment - evening ]

Sue finishes up playing "Silent Night" on the piano. Lucy touches her arm to get her attention.
Lucy: Rumour has it that you sing too.
Sue: (To her mom) I'll sing if you play.
Mrs Thomas: Alright.
Sue gets up from the piano, letting her mom take her place at it. Sue stands up next to Charlie and Lucy.
Sue: (To everybody) But just to let you know… there are lots of notes in this world, and I like to use all of them.
Lucy smiles at Sue. Mrs Thomas begins to play "Silent Night" on the piano. At the right point, she nods to Sue to let her know it's time to start singing.
Sue: (Signing and singing) Silent night, holy night. (Everybody else joins in) …
They stop singing. Mrs Thomas smiles at Sue.
Sue: Merry Christmas.

[ Closing credits play ]

[ Extra credits given after the opening theme plays ]

Eugene Clark
Polly Shannon
Kate Trotter
Dave Nichols

[ Credited actors/actresses at the end ]

Levi (the dog) … Jesse Renfro
Charlie … Jack Jessop
Bank Guard … Conrad Caton
Santa (Mitch Harris) … Matt Hopkins
Annie … Zoe Heath
Andre … Mark Cameron Fraser
Carolyn McCartney … Marcia Bennett
Santa (Fred) … Jim Aldridge
Store Manager … Philip Williams
Restaurant Manager … Graham Harley
Stunt Coordinator … Dwayne McLean
ND Stunt Driver … Len Wagner

[ Song credits ]

"Jingle Bells"
Public Domain
Performed by Jack Lenz

"Silent Night"
Public Domain
Performed by Jack Lenz