♪ Ding, dong, ding ♪ ♪ Ding, dong, ding ♪ ♪ Have a holly jolly Christmas ♪ ♪ It's the best time of the year ♪ ♪ I don't know if there'll be snow ♪ ♪ But have a cup of cheer ♪ ♪ Have a holly jolly Christmas ♪ ♪ And when you walk down the street... ♪
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I'm in a big room with all my relatives. There's two bad men with guns watching us.
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Mm-hmm. This is my, uh, fourth year as a Santa. Ah. How about you? Lost count. I forget why I started doing it in the first place. Same reason anybody does anything. The money. Money. Money. This whole planet runs on greed.
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Bitter. Pint.
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Another one? Well, I'm still vertical, so I'd like to change that. ♪ Oh, ho, the mistletoe ♪ ♪ Hung where you can see ♪ ♪ Somebody waits for you... ♪ Ho, ho.
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I know. I know all about your extraction team that you affectionately call "the Kill Squad" behind closed doors. I also know that they're on their way and how long it's gonna take 'em to get here. I even know their credit ratings and their dick sizes. If you get me. Then you should also know you're already dead. We don't do ransoms. Again, I know. I know. See, I know a lot, Gertrude. I really do. Like the fact that you have 300 million in U.S. dollars sitting in your personal vault downstairs. - The fuck? - That's right. 300 million that the U.S. government gave Lightstone to quietly distribute in the Middle East to all the worst people, to grease the wheels and keep that sweet oil flowing. 300 million that... oops... Disappeared in the fog of war. Except it didn't really disappear, did it, Gerty? 'Cause you stole it. Did you know about this? Man, this family. This moneygrubbing family. Clinging desperately to your wealth, when your poor employees don't even have enough coal to keep Tiny Tim warm. What is it with you and all this Christmas shit? Talk all you want. You'll never get in the vault. Oh, oh, oh, because when you-you hit the panic button, it reset the combination? I keep telling you, I know.
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Oh, uh... For your grandson. Save me a trip. It's, uh, that new video game. It's Astro Blaster, Blaster Astro. I-I don't know. Merry Christmas. How'd he know my grandson's name? How'd he know I have a grandson? - Oi! That door leads to the roof. Piss head. Go easy on him. It's Christmas.
Well, I can't stand seeing another Santa in distress.
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You just get off? ♪ And in case you didn't hear ♪ ♪ Oh, by golly, have a holly... ♪ I'm taking a break. Between shifts, I guess you could say. - Hmm. - You ain't driving, are you? I steer a little, but the reindeer do most of the work.
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Wow, a big fat guy, gray beard. Eh? Santa... I'm gonna rip your fucking balls off.
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Hmm.
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Hey. Step aside.
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♪ Violent night ♪ ♪ Gory night ♪ ♪ All is calm ♪ ♪ If all doesn't want to get shot in the fucking head. ♪
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We planned it. It's all right. It'll be solved in a couple minutes. Better be solved. So much like a scene from my movie Dark Ransom. Oh, my God.