"♪ Dancing through the snow ♪" "♪ in a one-horse open sleigh ♪" "♪ o'er the fields we go ♪" "I'm telling you, Rachel, they know." "Every day, Meachem makes some sort of insinuating comment." ""Hey, thanks for your input, Richard." ""We're gonna send you a Christmas card when the project gets killed."" ""Killed"!" "That's the word he used." "He's trying to scare me into retracting that letter." "Well, I can see that you're worried." "That much is clear." "I ought to be worried!" "The company's betting millions on this drug." "And you were right to inform the FDA about the problems, but you did so completely anonymously." "Do you think I'm working myself up?" "It has been known to happen." "Thank you for your input." "You're very welcome." "This guy with his bright lights-- he's speeding up." "♪ Jingle bells ♪ Dad?" "Dad, he's right on our bumper." "It's them." "It's the company." "Faster!" "Go fast!" "Hold on!" "Hold on, honey!" "Watch out for the truck!" "Get what we need, then kill them." "Rachel, Joel, are you all right?" "I think so." "Yeah." "I'm fine, dad." "Joel?" "I'm fine." "Oh, my God." "They're coming." "Uh, Winston?" "Chance, good morning." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Who is this guy?" "Him?" "He's just a guy who's gonna deliver some stuff." "Oh, yeah?" "What stuff?" "You know, office stuff." "Oh, like erasers, paper clips..." "New fax machine?" "Uh, not exactly." "Right." "'Cause I know what kind of stuff he's bringing in" "Christmas stuff, probably a big tree, lights, wreath-- the same stuff I tell you not to get every year." "For your information-- don't even try to tell me that it's some kind of other stuff, because it's not." "I've told you before-- I don't like Christmas, never have, never will, even though you're some kind of roly-poly Santa in training or whatever." "Did you just call me roly-poly?" "Did you just hire this guy to deliver Christmas stuff?" "A tree is good for business." "Clients like it." "This isn't about clients." "This is about you trying to instill in me some kind of Christmas spirit or something ridiculous like that." "You know what?" "There's nothing ridiculous about having a little holiday spirit." "And you know what?" "You would know that if you had a more traditional..." "Childhood, happy Christmas mornings, that kind of thing?" "That's right, let it out." "I know it hurts." "Yeah, well, the only one who's gonna hurt is you if a tree shows up here." "Excuse me." "Is, uh, one of you Christopher Chance?" "Yeah, this one, unfortunately." "Oh, good." "We, uh..." "Uh, we got a problem." "So how long ago did you send the letter to the FDA?" "About a month ago." "It detailed all of the research that my company, Hoxton-Moss Pharmaceuticals, has been covering up about a cholesterol drug that they're bringing to the market." "What did the police have to say?" "Well, they said they didn't have enough proof and that if they did, prosecution meant that all of us are gonna have to go into some sort of, uh, whistle-blower's protection program." "We'd have to disappear completely-- our whole life, basically erased." "Mr. Chance, no one will help us." "We've got nowhere else to turn." "Listen, you came to the right place." "We can help you." "Mr. Winston..." "Is gonna ask you a few questions, and I'll be back in a minute." "So you wanted to see me?" "Yes." "And to think all it took was two voice mails and three emails." "Going somewhere?" "I leave for Uganda tonight." "I'll be gone through the new year." "So if you'd be so kind as to inform the rest of the team," "I'd be most grateful." "What's in Uganda?" "A number of charitable organizations funded by the Pucci Foundation." "They're usually short-staffed at this time of year, so I thought I could be of some use." "New clients?" "Oh." "Maybe." "So you're just skipping off to Uganda over Christmas, huh?" "Holidays can be tough, especially if..." "If...?" "Well, you know, if you've lost someone close to you." "It's not my favorite time of year either." "Yes, well, um--well, I thank you for your concern, but my trip has nothing to do with my husband's death." "It has to do with preserving what he worked on during his life." "Okay." "Please relay my holiday wishes to the rest of the team, and I look forward to continuing our work in the new year." "Oh..." "And happy Christmas, Mr. Chance." "Oh, "merry." We say "Merry Christmas."" "I know." "It just sounds a bit silly." "Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" "Where's she headed?" "Away." "Yeah, well, apparently, so are we." "♪ Rhymes so loud and proud, you hear it ♪" "♪ it's christmastime, and we got the spirit ♪" "You got to be kidding me." "♪ And that's what Christmas is all about ♪" "♪ the time is now, the place is here ♪" "♪ and the whole wide world is filled with cheer ♪" "♪ my name's dmc with the mic in my hand ♪" "Where are we?" "We're in hell." "♪ So open your eyes, lend us a ear ♪" "♪ we wanna say merry Christmas and happy new year ♪" "♪ Human Target 2x06 ♪ The Other Side of the Mall Original Air Date on December 22, 2010" "♪ ♪" "Good morning." "Joel, please." "Morning." "Oh, come on." "I'm late." "Who's taking me to school?" "Your father." "Your mother." "All right, two minutes-- you better be ready." "And, Joel, leave your laptop with me today, okay?" "My book club notes are on it, and I need to post to my blog later." "Mom, no, okay?" "It's my laptop now." "And don't use the word "blog."" "It embarrasses me for you." "You and me both." "Richard!" "Well, you know, you shouldn't be gossiping like that." "What are they arguing about?" "Something about a blog?" "Oh, brother." "Of course it's gossip." "Excuse me, folks." "I'm sorry to interrupt" "Honey, that's ridiculous." "It's an art form, not" "That's not gonna happen." "I'm sorry, but there are a few things we need to discuss here." "Wow." "You're an excellent whistler." "Thank you." "So here's the procedure." "We're gonna be protecting each one of you individually." "Richard, Chance is gonna go with you to work." "I'm gonna be the new Hoxton-Moss office temp." "Office temp..." "That sounds exciting." "Who is she?" "This is Ames." "Joel, Ames is going to school with you and then to your job after school at the mall and then back here this evening." "Hey, Joel." "Don't worry." "I'll try not to cramp your style too much." "Close your mouth, son." "Rachel, I'm gonna be here with you." "Here?" "But I'm having my book club over today." "We're starting The Secret Life of Bees." "No problem." "I'm familiar with it." "And who is that near my roses?" "Oh, that's Guerrero." "He's just checking for bugs." "Bugs?" "Not bugs..." "Like your..." "Forget-- do you have any more bagels?" "Of course." "Anybody else?" "Yes, please." "Hoxton-Moss-- how may I help you?" "Hoxton-Moss Pharmaceuticals." "Hoxton-Moss Pharmaceuticals." "Ah, there he is-- my boss, Nick Meachem." "So he's the one you think is behind the attack, huh?" "Yeah, well, before I wrote the letter, I went to him, and, uh, he said there's problems with the research." "He said those were the sorts of objections that could get an employee into serious trouble, and he said it with real menace." "He's one of the people I named in the letter." "A janitor?" "Your cover is office temp?" "I'm a janitor?" "You got something against an honest day's work?" "Uh, yeah, actually, I do." "Applebaum." "You're late." "Good morning, sir." "Morning." "Who are you?" "Collingsworth-- Paul Collingsworth." "Little help here, Applebaum." "I am the new office temp." "My agency worked it out with H.R." "Today's my first day with Hoxton-Moss." "I've been temping for ages." "Temp work is anything but temporary for me, you might say." "You might say, not me." "Richard..." "I need your assessment reports A.S.A.P., okay?" "Then come and find me." "There are some things we need to discuss..." "Privately." "Hoxton-Moss Pharmaceuticals." "Please hold." "What the-- sorry, sir." "I'll transfer you to..." "I put a tracker on him when we shook hands." "Just lifted his keys." "I kind of like to think a placed tracker beats lifted keys, don't you?" "No, I don't." "And while we're, uh, sharing our opinions..." "Dude!" "What, you..." "Raised in a barn or something?" "Pick it up." "♪ ♪" "This place sucks." "I mean, all the action's on the other side of the mall." "Seriously, though, I feel like I owe you an apology." "I mean, it's one thing for me to live my crappy life, but making you do it, too, is just cruel and unusual." "Are you kidding?" "Free hot dogs..." "If this ain't living, I don't know what is." "Excuse me, can I get a-- hey, Joel." "Jamie." "Hi." "Hi, um..." "Hi." "I mean, do you want something?" "I-I mean--I mean, w-what would you like?" "I-I mean, w-what can I do for you that you-- that you would like?" "Just a hot dog..." "With mustard." "Mustard--yeah, we have, uh, great-quality mustard here." "We, uh--we specially make it with our special ingredients, you know, to really, you know, bring out the flavors." "So it's not so, like, mustard-y, you know?" "You're funny, Joel." "Extra mustard, on the house." "Thanks." "So are you going to Billy Backer's party tonight?" "Uh, probably not." "I mean, my parents have, you know, um..." "Sort of got me on a tight leash, you know, almost, uh, noose-like." "Bummer." "Well, only because you always..." "Play such cool music, and Billy's stuff is always so lousy." "Well, uh, I'll see you tomorrow." "See ya." "Let me guess-- you like her." "I mean, obviously she's not interested." "Come on, Joel, wake up and smell the mustard." "She just invited you to a party." "You think?" "Yeah." "Any chance you think my parents might let me go?" "Not until we find out who's trying to kill 'em." "♪ ♪" "I'm literally..." "In hell." "Hoxton-Moss-- Paul Collingsworth speaking." "Hey, Meachem just said that the company knows about the letter." "Did he accuse you of writing it?" "Uh, well, no, not directly, but he told me to go downstairs to the archives to get a file." "There's nothing down there that can't be accessed by this computer." "I'm telling you, Chance, the archives are empty." "He's up to something." "It's a setup!" "That's good." "What--it's what?" "It's not good." "It's bad." "It's the opposite of good." "It is a good thing." "It just means this is gonna come to an end quicker for both of us." "Richard, you have to trust me, okay?" "All right." "Yo." "Where are you?" "Restocking." "Why?" "What's up?" "Well, now would be a good time for the janitor to check the trash in Meachem's office." "Got it." "On my way." "We got him." "Go, now." "Hello, Richard." "Oh!" "We know it was you who wrote the FDA." "Okay, Nick, don't come any closer." "What were you thinking?" "Do you have any idea what you have done?" "You made a huge mistake, Richard, don't do that." "You'll re--Nick!" "What the...?" "You selfish son of a bitch!" "How could you do this to the company?" "Who the hell are you again?" "Collingsworth." "Paul Collingsworth, the temp." "The temp?" "When I saw him about to attack you, well..." "I knew I had to do something." "Ow!" "This is a list of all the people who could lose their jobs because of your letter." "Nick!" "Can I call you Nick?" "Is it okay with you if I escort this lowlife right out of the building?" "Come on, you." "This isn't over, Richard." "You will be hearing from our attorneys." "Yeah." "All right." "I guess Meachem's not trying to kill me." "The question is now, who is?" "Mm, mm, mm!" "Winston, help!" "What-- did you see something?" "No, it's this damn laptop." "I can't seem to find my book club notes anywhere." "Joel must have put them somewhere." "Mm." "All right, let me take a crack at it." "Ah, thank you." "I'm just not myself these days." "None of us are." "I'm sure you've noticed how short Richard and I have been with each other." "Well, I've been married before." "It kind of comes with the territory." "The other night, he was so on edge that he snapped at me for wanting to put up the Christmas decorations." "He did?" "Do you know that Chance doesn't even want us to have a Christmas tree in the office?" "You believe that?" "Oh, no." "Is it really necessary for your people to ruin all of my landscaping?" "What are you talk" "Get down." "Aah!" "Get back in the laundry room." "Keep the door closed and stay down!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Is, uh, book club canceled?" "Uh..." "Rachel." "One of the guys who attacked the house this afternoon dropped his cell phone." "Guerrero's busy trying to pull whatever information he can out of there." "Rachel, could you think of a reason why someone would want to kill you?" "Me?" "No!" "Oh, my God." "Of course not-- it's her blog!" "What?" "Her blog." "She has a blog." "It's about the whole town, and it's filled with gossip." "What are you talking about?" "What I post is totally innocuous." "You wrote about Ron Moodie." "He had an affair." "That's what you wrote." "Then his wife left him." "And then Amy O'Connell-- she writes that she's cheating on her taxes." "You can't get into people's business like that, honey." "They come and get you!" "It's one of my creative..." "This is ridiculous." "Blog?" "What do you say we just tie them up and let Guerrero handle the rest of it?" "You serious?" "There's some duct tape right there." "You don't understand." "You know, you don't appreciate what I do" "I've been shot at." "I've been thrown out of an airplane, been generally mistreated by a lot of very bad people." "But this bickering is pretty much more than I can take, so I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air." "When I get back, you two had better be calmed down, or we're breaking out the ball gags." "Wow." "He's a good whistler too." "What's going on down there?" "Chance and Winston are, uh..." "Helping your parents communicate a little better." "It's nothing to worry about, okay?" "I can practically see Billy Backer's house from here." "Oh, right, yeah, the party that Jamie mentioned." "The one that she invited me to." "That was pretty cool." "Yeah, it was." "It was pretty cool." "Do you want to go?" "Where?" "The party." "We'll just go out the window, climb down the trellis." "No one's gonna even know we're gone." "Seriously?" "You mean, like, sneak out?" "I've never actually done that before." "Then, jeez, it's time to pop your cherry" "I mean, as far as sneaking out goes." "That's where the proverbial cherry popping stops." "But if we leave, that means that Chance and Winston are gonna have to protect mom and dad by themselves." "Yes, that's a very good point you make there, Joel, and while I do appreciate that you realize that I am the muscle behind this operation, uh, in this instance," "I think your mom and dad are gonna be good." "I don't know." "Oh, come on, take it from me, sometimes being bad can feel pretty good." "Okay." "Oh, uh, you might want to leave the laptop here." "But all my music is on it, and Jamie said that she likes my music, remember?" "Okay." "Just don't embarrass me, okay, Ames?" "And no telling anyone that you're my bodyguard." "Okay." "Got it." "Hey." "Hold it there, buddy." "Jonas Brothers fan club meets down the street." "Hold it there, Joel." "You're with him?" "Yeah." "You got a problem with that?" "So what do you think?" "It's fun, right?" "Yeah." "I can't believe I'm actually here." "Thanks, Ames." "No worries." "Joel!" "Cool!" "You came." "Jamie, hi." "Cool!" "Oh, I-I'm gonna go and grab a beer." "Um, I'll be right back." "Is that your girlfriend?" "Well, um..." "We used to date, but now we're, you know, just friends." "Okay." "Putting aside the blog hypothesis for a minute, earlier this afternoon, Guerrero found a business card in Meachem's office with a Swedish address and number." "Does that mean anything to you?" "Swedish?" "Uh, well, look..." "The guys who ran us off the road that night, they were not speaking english." "I couldn't place it at the time." "It could have been Swedish." "Aren't the Klaxons from the down the street originally from Sweden?" "No, no." "They're just Canadian." "Oh, that's right." "Yeah, what do you got?" "Guerrero." "Yeah, the thugs that showed up at book club work for a guy by the name of Severenson Klemah." "He's a Swedish game-designer-turned-hacker." "He now specializes in something called "zombie-bots."" "Zombie what?" "It's invisible software buried deep inside a computer game." "When you play the game, software takes over your computer without you realizing it, kind of making your computer, you know..." "Oh, zombie-- right, clever." "Yeah." "So this guy pays off Meachem for emails to Hoxton-Moss employees." "They play the game--bam." "They've got access to the company server." "That's pretty damn clever." "Yeah." "Wish I'd have thought of it myself." "So anyone in the family a gamer?" "Okay, look, before you start on me-- where the hell are you?" "You have Joel?" "Yes, and everything's fine." "We're just at a house party down the street" "Ames, Joel is the one they're after." "Not the father, not the mother--it's Joel." "Right." "Well, uh, that explains the two professional mouth breathers that just walked in." "Look, we're down the street." "Just get here now." "Stay here!" "I have Vargas for science too-- we gotta talk." "Joel?" "What are you doing?" "We totally were connecting." "Oh, that's awesome, Joel." "Less awesome is the fact that two thugs just walked in apparently looking for you." "What?" "Friends of yours?" "What?" "Get out of the way, man!" "Hey!" "Whoa!" "Joel Applebaum's getting his ass kicked!" "Run, Joel, run." "Aah!" "Ooh!" "That's gonna leave a mark." "Ames, you okay?" "Oh, holy Christmas!" "Gnarly." "Is that dude with Joel Applebaum?" "Yeah, he is." "Stay off drugs." "I'll be watching." "You call this protection?" "In the course of one day, one single day," "Chance levels me like a linebacker, my wife is shot at and shoved into a closet, and my son is nearly killed at a kegger!" "We understand this might seem a little unorthodox to you, Mr. Applebaum." "Joel..." "You ever play a game called Zombie Circus?" "Um, yeah." "I got an email offering me a free 30-day trial of the game, and I played it." "And, well, the game totally sucked." "Even worse, it practically shredded my hard drive with some sort of virus." "I-I got angry." "I hacked into the site of the company that made the game." "I wanted to teach them a lesson, so I erased all their files." "You--what did you do?" "Joel!" "I know." "I'm sorry." "Okay?" "I'm sorry." "I was just so angry, and I didn't think that-- that, you know, something like this would happen." "It seems your little hacking job effectively erased all of Klemah's stolen Hoxton-Moss files, which we can assume were very valuable." "But there are still some copies of the stolen files on your laptop." "S-so what--now these guys want to kill me?" "Why are your feet on my desk?" "Who are you?" "The janitor." "Have a seat." "Get out of my office." "You, Nick..." "Are what we in the custodial arts like to call a real douche." "Tell me how I can get in touch with Severenson Klemah, who we both know you're in business with." "My boss wants to talk to your boss." "You're gonna help." "And I really hate having to explain myself to people in your position, so..." "Let's just say, in this case, uh..." "It's gonna involve this stapler." "I'm calling security." "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Now, how do I contact Klemah?" "Aah!" "Crappy office, by the way." "Yes." "We have the laptop." "And who would I be speaking with?" "Oh, that's irrelevant." "What's important is we're willing to arrange to give it back to you in exchange for you leaving Joel and his family alone." "So where and when would you like to conduct the exchange?" "Well, let's see." "How about..." "This afternoon in the mall where young Joel sells hot dogs?" "A nice public place, lots of innocent bystanders." "I will send a man, and you send Joel with the laptop." "Joel?" "Yes." "And if we see anyone else but him-- you, the police, anyone-- then the whole family dies." "Maybe not right away, hmm?" "But eventually." "You can't protect them forever, whoever you are." "Do we have a deal?" "Yeah." "You got a deal." "Absolutely not." "It's not gonna happen." "At least they agree on something." "Richard, Rachel, listen, just hear us out." "We understand your concerns, but we can protect Joel." "Not sending him means this thing just continues." "Now, Klemah was right about one thing." "We can't protect you forever." "Mr. Chance, you must realize that Joel's not like one of you." "He's..." "Well, he's practically afraid of his own shadow." "You mind if I talk to Joel alone?" "All right." "Make sure he don't hack into anything." "Joel..." "Why don't you give the computer a rest, have a seat?" "Is everything okay?" "Yeah." "So how you holding up?" "Okay, I guess." "I mean, I still can't believe all this is all my fault." "No, it's not your fault." "But here's the situation." "I spoke with the guy who wants the computer." "He said he's willing to call off the dogs if we give it back to him, but the condition is you've got to bring it to him this afternoon personally at the mall where you work." "Me?" "Jeez, this really is shaping up to be the worst Christmas ever." "Yeah, well, they're all equally annoying, if you ask me." "But then again, I didn't grow up with the kind of family you have." "Your parents care about you a great deal." "So you can imagine they're not too thrilled about the idea of you making the exchange." "But you think I should." "I know we can protect you." "What matters is whether or not you think you can do it." "If you can't, don't worry about it." "We'll find another way." "But if you ask me, in this life, you get pushed around just about as long as you don't push back." "For what it's worth, if he says he can do this," "I think we can pull it off." "Okay, you're saying this whole thing rests on Joel's decision." "That is patently absurd." "He is not old enough to decide something like this for himself." "He's 16 years old." "I think you're wrong." "Dad, I can do it." "I really think that I can do it--we can do it." "Yeah, well, it's not open for discussion, Joel." "Have a seat." "Chance, Winston, and Ames can protect me." "I trust them to, and--and you should too." "I mean, what's the alternative, run forever?" "Kid has a point." "Mr. Chance..." "Do you have children?" "No." "Close family?" "No." "All due respect," "I don't think you understand what you're asking of us." "You know, maybe you're right." "Maybe I don't have any idea what it's like to have a family, but I do know how to protect one, better than anyone." "Now, you let Joel do this, we put these guys away, and you and your family get your lives back." "But that is not something that you can absolutely promise, is it?" "I just did." "All right, Joel you got any questions?" "You feel good about everything?" "I think I'm fine." "Klemah emailed me a picture of the guy you're gonna be meeting." "He's gonna be sitting at a table right in front of the hot dog stand." "And all Joel is gonna do is put this laptop on a table" " and just walk away, right?" " Exactly." "It's okay." "Chance, Winston, and Guerrero are gonna there be with him the whole way, okay?" "He's gonna have a mic and a camera on him." "We're gonna be able to hear and see everything." "Now, Joel, once you've made the drop and you're back here safely, we're gonna follow the laptop to Klemah." "We'll take him out, by which time you're gonna be back here with your dad and Ames." "Okay." "All right?" "Now I'm gonna go get into position." "Ames is gonna tell you when to move." "Hey..." "You're gonna be great." "Chance..." "Uh, I want you to understand..." "He's my son." "He's all we got." "Richard, I'm not gonna let anything happen to him." "Are you okay, Mr. Applebaum?" "I'm doing my best." "I'm glad I talked Rachel out of coming." "She couldn't take this." "I can't take it." "Ames, look, one more time-- explain to me where Chance and his team are going to be." "Oh, ho ho ho ho." "Never felt more ridiculous in my life." "Where are you, Guerrero?" "Is this somebody's idea of a joke?" "A janitor again?" "What are you complaining about?" "You see what I'm wearing?" "I thought you liked Christmas." "Now, smile, will ya?" "You're scaring the kids." "Okay, Ames, we're ready." "Start bringing Joel down." "Okay, Joel, it's time." "This is our camera and mic." "You're gonna do great, son." "And remember..." "You're an Applebaum." "♪ ♪" "All right, he's heading to the food court." "Got him." "There he is, Joel." "Make the drop." "Joel, is that you?" "Oh, my God, you have got-- oh, God, th-- that's Jamie!" "Who the hell's she?" "The entire school is talking about it." "We might have a problem here, Chance." "Jamie, I'll tell you about it later, but right now I have to go, okay?" "Come on, kid." "Lose her." "Bring me the laptop..." "And the boy." "All right, people, let's get ready to move." "Jamie, I really have to go now, okay?" "Look, just go now, okay?" "What the heck are you talking about?" "It's time to go, Joel." "Chance, he's got Joel." "Let's go." "Now." "Excuse you!" "We are trying to have a private conversation here." "I'm sorry, Jamie." "I'm sorry." "I'll see you later, okay?" "Really?" "Where are we going?" "They're not letting him go." "They're taking him." "Here's the laptop." "I mean, you can just-- look, where are we going?" "I-- you--you just said you needed the laptop." "You're being followed." "Stop them!" "♪ I see trees of green ♪" "♪ red roses too ♪" "♪ I see them Bloom ♪" "♪ for me and you ♪" "♪ and I say to myself ♪" "♪ what a wonderful world ♪" "You okay?" "Yeah, yeah, I think--yeah." "Where's the bag?" "I don't--I don't know." "♪ Bright sunny days ♪" "♪ dark sacred nights ♪" "♪ and I think to myself ♪" "♪ what a wonderful world ♪" "That jackass is ruining Christmas!" "Look out, look out!" "♪ And I say to myself ♪" "♪ what a wonderful world ♪" "The mall at Christmas-- what a zoo." "Fire in the hole." "Oh!" "You're not the only ones who live on the edge." "Can't thank you enough." "I talked to Hoxton-Moss." "They said Meachem was acting alone, and they're gonna cooperate with the FDA, so I keep my job." "That's good." "Glad we could be of help." "Winston, I'm gonna miss you." "Aw..." "It was nice having someone to talk to." "Well, I hope it's gonna be nicer to talk to me." "I know I haven't been very easy to live with, but that's gonna change, I promise." "Did you believe any of that?" "Almost." "Not so much." "Well, it's not like you're not gonna see me ever again, right?" "Thursday at 4:00?" "What's Thursday at 4:00?" "Book club." "And that's a lovely tree you have there, by the way." "Thank you, Winston." "Hey." "Oh, uh, Jamie, hi." "Um, how are you?" "I..." "Sorry about the mix-up at the mall." "I really didn't know what I was thinking." "Sorry." "Are you kidding me?" "That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!" "You were like a-a real-life action hero." "Uh, thanks." "Um, well, great." "I guess, uh" "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." "Joel!" "Jamie." "Jamie, wait." "I, um..." "That's, uh..." "Yeah, it's mistletoe." "Oh." "Hold on." "Just give him a second." "He can handle it." "He's an Applebaum." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Hey, dudes." "What's up with this?" "Winston, you shouldn't have." "But I did." "Merry Christmas, pal." "Ho ho ho!" "Anybody want a scotch?" "Stole the bottle from Meachem's office." "Yeah." "I'll take a double." "You know, I always wondered what it would be like, you know, to grow up in the burbs with a normal family." "All I know is I'd rather be tortured by a..." "Well, by me than ever have to go back there again." "Suburbs blow." "All right, that's it for me." "I got to go." "Yeah." "Yeah, me too." "I'm exhausted." "See you guys." "Come on." "I'll give you a lift." "I got a meeting with the plumber." "The plumber?" "Yeah, I don't want to miss him." "It's past midnight." "It's not a plumber-- the plumber." "Just--forget about it, dude." "You don't want to know." "Oh, jeez!" "Yeah, I was just checking the water." "Ilsa." "I thought you were gone through new year's." "You were right." "About what?" "I went away to throw myself into work, because I thought it might help me forget about Marshall being gone." "But it didn't." "Well, some things you can't run away from, no matter how far you go." "Are you drinking alone during the holidays?" "Not anymore." "Even before Marshall's death, this wasn't my favorite time of year." "Why not?" "Oh, I don't know." "It always seemed a time saved for normal families." "That wasn't you?" "No, it wasn't." "Well..." "Well, here's to abnormal families." "Say..." "Ilsa..." "Seeing that, you know, the holidays aren't really all they're cracked up to be, what do you say we, uh, get rid of that tree?" "It's more of a Winston thing." "I'm the only one who lives here." "You're the boss." "That's true." "But I quite like what it represents-- something to aspire to." "The tree stays." "Happy Christmas, Mr. Chance." "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Pucci." "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪"