Miracle On 34th Street
KRIS: You've got them mixed up.
You're making a mistake.
You're making a mistake with the reindeer.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Would you mind stepping out for a moment?
Open the door!
STOREKEEPER: I'm sorry. The store isn't open today.
KRIS: I don't want to buy anything...
and I'm sorry to interrupt your work...
but I wanted to tell you you're making a serious mistake.
- Huh? - With the reindeer, I mean.
You've got Cupid where Blitzen should be.
And Dasher should be on my right-hand side.
STOREKEEPER: He should, huh?
KRIS: Yes. And another thing...
Donner's antlers have got four points instead of three.
Still, I don't suppose anybody would notice except myself.
STOREKEEPER: No. I don't suppose so.
- Well, bye. Thanks. - Not at all.
Glad to have helped you. Bye.
[Band playing "Jingle Bells"]
[Singing] Jingle bells, jingle bells...
DORIS: You're on float number three.
You're on the Pilgrim float.
You're on the pirate float. You follow the van.
SHELLHAMMER: Mrs. Walker, something's got to be done.
That three-men-in-a-tub float isn't big enough.
We can get the butcher and the baker...
DORIS: I'm awfully sorry...
but I've got enough to do to take care of the people.
SHELLHAMMER: I was hoping you could... George!
KRIS: I beg your pardon, sir.
You seem to have got mixed up with this whip of yours.
Allow me, will you? It's quite simple, really.
- You don't mind if I show you? - No, sir.
KRIS: Now, then.
- See? It's all in the wrist. - Is that so?
KRIS: Yes, of course. If you follow through.
DRUNK: Is that so?
KRIS: It's just like throwing a ball.
If you were to... [Sniffs] You've been drinking.
DRUNK: Well, it's cold.
A man's got to do something to keep warm.
KRIS: You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Don't you realize there are thousands of children...
lining the streets waiting to see you...
children who have been dreaming of this moment for weeks?
You're a disgrace to the tradition of Christmas...
and I refuse to have you malign me in this fashion.
Tell me, who's in charge of this parade?
MAN: When you find out, tell me.
These pants are gonna fall off in Columbus Circle.
KRIS: I beg your pardon. Who's in charge here?
GIRL: Mrs. Walker. There she is, down there.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
DORIS: You two ought to be over on 81st Street.
KRIS: Mrs. Walker, one of the men in your parade...
DORIS: What are you doing out of costume?
Get back and get dressed... Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
I thought you were our Santa Claus.
KRIS: Your Santa Claus is intoxicated.
- Oh, no! - Yes. It's disgraceful.
How can you allow a man to get into such a position?
[Singing] Jingle bells, jingle bells...
DORIS: Stop that! What do you mean by drinking?
You know it's not allowed.
DRUNK: A man's got to do something to keep warm.
KRIS: I'll warm you. I ought to take this cane...
DORIS: Somebody, Julian, get some black coffee...
plenty of it, too.
JULIAN: Yes, Mrs. Walker.
DRUNK: Black with a little cream.
Wake me up when the parade starts.
[Singing] Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Shameful! Absolutely shameful!
Could you be Santa Claus?
Have you had any experience?
KRIS: Oh, a little.
DORIS: Oh, please. You've got to help me out.
KRIS: I am not in the habit of substituting...
for spurious Santa Clauses.
- Oh, please. - No, I...
Well, the children mustn't be disappointed.
All right, I'll do it.
DORIS: Oh, good. Thank you. Come right this way.
Get that costume.
[Marching band playing parade music]
SHELLHAMMER: Wonderful! He's the best we've ever had...
and he didn't need any padding.
He didn't need padding. Where did you find him?
DORIS: I just turned round, and there he was.
SHELLHAMMER: I'm glad you turned round.
Just think if Mr. Macy had seen the other one!
DORIS: Just think if Mr. Gimbel had seen the other one.
SHELLHAMMER: You want to ride in the motorcycle or a car?
DORIS: No. I'm going home and get in a hot tub...
and I might stay there until next Thanksgiving.
SHELLHAMMER: You should see it. You worked so hard.
DORIS: If I want to, which I doubt...
I can see it from the roof of my apartment.
SHELLHAMMER: That's right, you live down the...
[Band playing "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town"]
- Hello, Cleo. - Hello, Mrs. Walker.
DORIS: What a beauty. Where's Susan?
CLEO: She's watching the parade.
DORIS: Where? With whom?
CLEO: With that Mr. Gailey in the front apartment.
DORIS: Oh, yes.
CLEO: I've been keeping an eye on her.
DORIS: She can see everything from there.
That's the 50 yard line.
CLEO: He's so very fond of Susan.
When he asked me, I didn't think you'd mind.
DORIS: Well, I guess it's all right.
I'll go on in a minute.
GAILEY: Looks like they're having a little trouble...
with the baseball player.
SUZIE: He was a clown last year.
They just changed the head and painted him different.
My mother told me.
He certainly is a giant, isn't he?
Not really. There are no giants, Mr. Gailey.
Maybe not now, Suzie...
but in olden days, there were a lot of...
What about the giant that Jack killed?
SUZIE: Jack? Jack who?
"Jack and the Beanstalk."
SUZIE: I never heard of that.
GAILEY: You must've heard that. You've just forgotten.
It's a fairy tale.
SUZIE: Oh, one of those. I don't know any.
GAILEY: Your mother and father must have told you a fairy tale.
SUZIE: No. My mother thinks they're silly.
I don't know whether my father thinks they're silly or not.
I never met my father.
My father and mother were divorced when I was a baby.
Well, that baseball player looks like a giant to me.
People sometimes grow very big, but that's abnormal.
I'll bet your mother told you that, too.
DORIS: Hello. I'm Susan's mother.
GAILEY: Yes, I know. Won't you come in?
Suzie's told me quite a lot about you. I'm Fred Gailey.
DORIS: Yes, I know.
Susan's told me quite a lot about you, too.
- Hello, Mother! - Hello, dear.
GAILEY: A cup of coffee? You must be half frozen.
- Oh, don't bother. - It's all ready.
DORIS: In that case, thanks. What do you think of my parade?
SUZIE: It's much better than last year's.
DORIS: Well, I hope Mr. Macy agrees with you.
GAILEY: Sugar? Cream? Both? Neither?
DORIS: Just one sugar, please.
This is very kind of you, Mr. Gailey.
GAILEY: Sit down.
DORIS: I want to thank you for being so kind to Susan.
Cleo tells me you took them to the zoo yesterday.
GAILEY: That's right, but I must confess.
It's part of a deep-dyed plot.
I'm fond of Suzie, very fond, but I also wanted to meet you.
I read someplace the surest way to meet the mother...
is to be kind to the child.
DORIS: What a horrible trick.
GAILEY: It worked.
SUZIE: There goes Santa Claus.
DORIS: Oh, don't even mention the name.
SUZIE: He's much better than last year's.
At least this one doesn't wear glasses.
DORIS: This one was a last-minute substitute.
The one I hired I fired.
DORIS: You remember the janitor last New Year's?
SUZIE: Ohh, yes.
DORIS: Well, this one was much worse.
GAILEY: I see she doesn't believe in Santa Claus, either.
No Santa Claus, no fairy tales...
no fantasies of any kind, is that it?
DORIS: That's right. We should be realistic...
and completely truthful with our children...
and not have them growing up believing in...
a lot of legends and myths like Santa Claus, for example.
GAILEY: I see.
SUZIE: That's the end. The acrobats were good.
DORIS: They ought to be at those prices.
Thanks for the coffee.
SUZIE: And thank you for inviting me in.
GAILEY: It was a pleasure, missy.
SUZIE: Mother, I was thinking...
we've got such a big turkey for dinner...
and there are only two of us.
Couldn't we invite Mr. Gailey?
GAILEY: Oh, don't even think about it.
I'll have a sandwich or something.
It's an awful big turkey.
DORIS: That's not it, dear...
but I'm sure Mr. Gailey has other plans.
No, he hasn't. Have you?
GAILEY: To be quite honest and truthful with the child...
I must admit I haven't any other plans.
SUZIE: Please, Mother!
Did I ask all right?
Didn't I ask all right, Mr. Gailey?
GAILEY: That all depends.
DORIS: Dinner's at 3:00.
Suzie, honey, you asked just right.
I'll see you at 3:00.
- It worked. - Yes.
SHELLHAMMER: I tell you, Mrs. Walker, he's stupendous.
Everybody's crazy about him. So is Mr. Macy.
DORIS: Well, hire him, by all means.
It's perfectly all right with me.
It'll save me a frantic search in the morning.
Yes. That's right.
I'll take care of it as soon as he gets through.
You'll love him.
I just know that with that man on the throne...
my department will sell more toys than it ever has.
He's a born salesman. I just feel it.
DORIS: Yes, yes, yes.
We'll talk about it in the morning. Good-bye.
And you'll find toys of all kinds at Macy's.
ALFRED: Gee, that sure is an elegant costume.
KRIS: Yes. I've had it for years and years.
ALFRED: Sure makes a bum out of the one they gave you.
Even that one's better than the one I wear.
KRIS: You, Alfred?
ALFRED: I play Santa Claus over at the "Y" near our block.
KRIS: No kidding!
Started about three years ago.
They had a costume, but it didn't have no padding...
and since I carry my own padding around with me...
I got the job, see?
You enjoy impersonating me?
- Oh, yeah. - Why?
I don't know. It's...
When I give packages to little kids...
I like to watch their faces get that...
that Christmas look all of a sudden.
It makes me feel kind of good and important.
WOMAN: Pardon me!
BUSINESSMAN: I bought a 23-pound turkey.
I had my daughter and her kids over for dinner yesterday.
SHELLHAMMER: There you are.
KRIS: Good morning.
SHELLHAMMER: Oh, my, what a striking costume!
Before you go up on the floor, I want to give you...
a few tips on how to be a good Santa Claus.
KRIS: Go right ahead.
SHELLHAMMER: Here's a list of toys that we have to push.
You know, things that we're overstocked on.
Now, you'll find that a great many children...
will be undecided as to what they want for Christmas.
When that happens, you suggest one of these items.
KRIS: I certainly do.
SHELLHAMMER: Good. You memorize that list...
Oh, no. 9:50.
When you've finished, come up to the seventh floor.
I'll be waiting for you.
making a child take something it doesn't want...
just because he bought too many of the wrong toys.
That's what I've been fighting against for years...
the way they commercialize Christmas.
ALFRED: A lot of bad "isms" floating around this world...
but one of the worst is commercialism.
Make a buck. Make a buck.
Even in Brooklyn, it's the same.
Don't care what Christmas stands for.
Just make a buck.
Oh, don't bother. I'll put it away for you.
KRIS: Eh? Oh, thank you, Alfred.
And what should I do with these?
Throw them on the floor.
I get kind of tired just sweeping up dust.
- Thanks. - Well, thank you, Alfred.
KRIS: Yes, yes, yes. Peter's a fine name.
What do you want for Christmas, Peter?
PETER: A fire engine, just like the big ones only smaller...
that has a real hose that squirts real water.
I won't do it in the house, only in the backyard.
WOMAN: Psst! Psst!
Macy's ain't got any. Nobody's got any.
KRIS: Well, Peter, I can tell you're a good boy.
You'll get your fire engine.
PETER: Oh, thank you very much!
You see? I told you he'd get me one.
WOMAN: That's fine. That's just dandy.
Listen, you wait over there.
Mama wants to thank Santa Claus, too.
Say, listen, what's the matter with you?
Don't you understand English?
I tell you nobody's got any.
I've been all over. My feet are killing me.
A fine thing, promising the kid.
KRIS: You don't think I would've said that unless I'm sure?
You can get those fire engines at Schoenfeld's on Lexington.
Only 8.50. A wonderful bargain.
WOMAN: Schoenfeld's? I don't get it.
KRIS: I keep track of the toy market pretty closely.
Does that surprise you so?
WOMAN: Surprise me?
Macy's sending people to other stores?
Are you kidding me?
KRIS: The only important thing is to make the children happy.
Who sells the toy doesn't make any difference.
Don't you feel that way?
Who, me? Oh, yeah, sure.
Only I didn't know Macy's did.
KRIS: As long as I'm here, they do.
WOMAN: I don't get it.
No, I just don't get it.
KRIS: I quite understand.
Your little girl would like some skates.
But of course, you must get her the best...
'cause their little ankles want protecting.
Our skates are very good, but not quite good enough.
You go to Gimbels.
They'll have exactly what you're looking for.
There you are, dear. That's for you.
KRIS: Hello, my little girl. How old are you?
WOMAN: Pardon me. The guard said to speak to you.
You're the head of the toy department?
SHELLHAMMER: Yes, madam...
WOMAN: Listen. I want to congratulate you and Macy's...
on this wonderful new stunt you're pulling.
Imagine, sending people to other stores.
I don't get it. Why, it's...
- It certainly is. - You said it.
Imagine a big outfit like Macy's...
putting the spirit of Christmas ahead of the commercial.
I never done much shopping here before...
but from now on, I'm going to be a regular Macy customer.
All right, dear.
SHELLHAMMER: Thank you, madam.
SECRETARY: There are six more women who want to thank you.
Not now. I've got to think this thing over.
Personally, I think it's a wonderful idea, too.
You think so. Those women think so.
The point is, will Mr. Macy think so?
SUZIE: This seems awfully silly, Mr. Gailey.
GAILEY: I thought as long as we're in the store...
you might as well say hello to Santa Claus.
GAILEY: Because when you talk to him...
you might feel differently about him.
KRIS: Good-bye, Elmer. Be a good boy now.
Well, young lady, what's your name?
SUZIE: Susan Walker. What's yours?
KRIS: Mine? Kris Kringle.
I'm Santa Claus.
Oh, you don't believe that, do you?
SUZIE: My mother's Mrs. Walker, the lady who hired you.
SUZIE: But I must say, you're the best one I've seen.
SUZIE: Your beard doesn't have those things over your ears.
KRIS: That's because it's real, like I'm really Santa Claus.
Oh, go ahead, pull it.
CLERK: All right, folks, don't crowd.
You have all day to see Santa Claus.
Now, children, behave. This way, please.
Get back in the line there.
KRIS: What would you like me to bring you for Christmas?
SUZIE: Nothing, thank you.
KRIS: Oh, come now. You must want something.
SUZIE: Whatever I want, my mother will get for me...
if it's sensible and doesn't cost too much, of course.
DORIS: Hello, Susan, Mr. Gailey.
I think you've taken up enough of this gentleman's time.
GAILEY: The explanation for this is all very simple.
Cleo's mother sprained her ankle.
She had to go home and asked me to bring Suzie down to you.
DORIS: Yes, Cleo called me. I was wondering where you were.
GAILEY: As long as we're here, we should say hello to Santa.
SUZIE: He's a nice old man, and those whiskers are real.
DORIS: Yes, dear. Many men have long beards like that.
Susan, would you stand over here a minute?
I want to talk to Mr. Gailey.
GAILEY: I shouldn't have brought Suzie to see Santa Claus?
DORIS: You're making me feel like the proverbial stepmother.
GAILEY: I'm sorry, but I just couldn't see any harm...
in just saying hello to the old fellow.
DORIS: But I think there is harm.
I tell her Santa Claus is a myth, you bring her here...
and she sees hundreds of gullible children...
meets a very convincing old man with real whiskers.
This sets up a very harmful mental conflict within her.
What is she going to think? Who is she going to believe?
And by filling them full of fairy tales...
they grow up considering life a fantasy instead of a reality.
They keep waiting for Prince Charming to come along.
And when he does, he turns out to be a...
GAILEY: We were talking about Suzie, not about you.
DORIS: Whether you agree or not...
I must ask you to respect my wishes regarding Susan.
She's my responsibility...
and I must bring her up as I see fit.
- Say "Thank you." - Thank you.
KRIS: Bye. Merry Christmas!
Well, young lady, what's your name?
MOTHER: I'm sorry. She doesn't speak English.
She's Dutch. She just came over.
She's been living in an orphans home...
in Rotterdam ever since...
We've adopted her.
I told her you wouldn't be able to speak to her...
but when she saw you in the parade yesterday...
she said you were "Sinter Claes"...
and you could talk to her.
I didn't know what to do.
KRIS: Hello. [Speaking Dutch]
[Singing in Dutch]
DORIS: Now do you understand?
SUZIE: Yes, I see what you mean, Mother.
SUZIE: But when he spoke Dutch to that girl, he was so...
DORIS: Susan, I speak French, but I'm not Joan of Arc.
What I'm trying to explain is... Come in.
KRIS: They said you wanted to see me, Mrs. Walker.
DORIS: Come right in.
KRIS: Hello there! Good to see you again.
SUZIE: It's nice to see you.
KRIS: You're awfully lucky, Mrs. Walker.
Lovely little girl you have here.
DORIS: Thank you. Susan's why I asked you to drop down.
She's a little confused...
and I thought you could help straighten her out.
KRIS: Oh, glad to.
Would you please tell her you're not really Santa Claus...
that there actually is no such person?
KRIS: I'm sorry to disagree with you, Mrs. Walker.
Not only is there such a person, but here I am to prove it.
No, you misunderstand.
I want you to tell her the truth. What's your name?
Kris Kringle. I'll bet you're in the first grade.
I mean your real name.
That is my real name. Second grade?
SUZIE: It's a progressive school.
KRIS: Oh, it's a progressive school.
DORIS: May I have this man's employment card, please?
WOMAN: Yes, Mrs. Walker.
KRIS: This dress is very cute.
Where did you get such a lovely outfit?
SUZIE: Here at Macy's. We get 10% off.
DORIS: Please don't feel you have to pretend for Susan.
She's a very intelligent child...
and always wants to know the absolute truth.
KRIS: Good, because I always tell the absolute truth.
About your school... What's the name of your teacher?
SUZIE: Mrs. Haley.
- Here it is, Mrs. Walker. - Thank you.
KRIS: What else do you do besides read and play games?
SUZIE: We have rest periods for one half-hour.
KRIS: I don't suppose you care for that, eh?
SUZIE: No. We're not allowed to talk or anything.
SUZIE: Tuesday, Chester Richards kept talking all the time.
KRIS: My, that was bad, eh?
SUZIE: Mrs. Haley made him rest all alone for nearly an hour.
DORIS: Susan, would you go out and talk to Miss Adams?
I'll be right with you.
SUZIE: All right. Good-bye.
KRIS: Good-bye, young lady. Hope to see you again.
SUZIE: Thank you. I hope so, too. Bye.
DORIS: I'm sorry, Mr., uh... Mr...
DORIS: I'm sorry, but we're going to have to make a change.
DORIS: The Santa Claus that we had two years ago...
is back in town, and I feel we owe it to him...
KRIS: Have I done something wrong?
DORIS: Oh, no, no.
WOMAN: Mr. Macy wants to see you immediately.
DORIS: I'll be right up.
DORIS: Would you sit down...
and I'll be right back and sign your pay voucher.
SECRETARY: Yes, indeed.
Go right in. Mr. Macy's waiting.
MACY: The effect this will have on the public is...
Come in, Mrs. Walker.
- Hello, Mrs. Walker. - Sit over here.
MACY: I've been telling these gentlemen the new policy...
you and Mr. Shellhammer initiated.
I can't say that I approve of your not consulting...
the advertising department first...
but in the face of this tremendous public response...
I can't be angry with you.
- What's he talking about? - Tell you later.
MACY: Now, to continue, gentlemen.
I admit this plan sounds idiotic and impossible.
Imagine Macy's Santa Claus sending customers to Gimbels.
Ho ho. But, gentlemen, you cannot argue with success.
Look at this.
Telegrams, messages, telephone calls.
The governor's wife, the mayor's wife...
over 500 thankful parents...
expressing undying gratitude to Macy's.
Never in my entire career...
have I seen such a tremendous and immediate response...
to a merchandising policy.
And I'm positive, Frank, if we expand our policy...
we'll expand our results as well.
Therefore, from now on...
not only will our Santa Claus continue in this manner...
but I want every salesperson in this store...
to do precisely the same thing.
If we haven't got exactly what the customer wants...
we'll send him where he can get it.
No high pressuring and forcing a customer...
to take something he doesn't really want.
We'll be known as the helpful store...
the friendly store, the store with a heart...
the store that places public service ahead of profits.
And, consequently, we'll make more profits than ever before.
Yes, I know it's late, and we're all tired...
and we want to go to dinner...
so we'll continue first thing in the morning.
In the meantime, you fellas get together...
and figure out the best way to promote this thing.
ADVERTISING EXECUTIVE: We'll do that. Good night, R.H.
MACY: Good night.
I want to thank you two again.
And in your Christmas envelopes...
you'll find a more practical expression of my gratitude.
SHELLHAMMER: Thank you, Mr. Macy.
MACY: Tell that Santa I won't forget him, either.
SHELLHAMMER: Yes, Mr. Macy.
SHELLHAMMER: Lmagine, a bonus!
He just assumed it was our idea. What's the matter?
- I fired him. - Who?
- Santa Claus. - What?
DORIS: He's crazy. He thinks he is Santa Claus.
SHELLHAMMER: I don't care if he thinks he's the Easter Bunny.
Get him back.
DORIS: He's insane, I tell you.
We'll hire somebody else and have him do the same thing.
SHELLHAMMER: You heard Mr. Macy. We've got to keep him.
DORIS: What if he should have a sudden fit?
Oh, no. I've got to tell Mr. Macy.
SHELLHAMMER: But maybe he's only a little crazy...
like painters or composers...
or some of those men in Washington.
We can't be sure until he's been examined.
If you fire him, and we find out he wasn't really crazy...
Mr. Macy will have us examined and fired.
DORIS: I suppose we ought to be sure.
We could if Mr. Sawyer talked to him.
SHELLHAMMER: Of course. He's a psychologist.
He's paid to examine employees.
Until we get his report, we won't say a word.
DORIS: I'll get in touch with him right away.
SHELLHAMMER: First, get that Santa Claus back!
The examination is worthless without the patient.
DORIS: It was just because I felt we owed it to him...
but Mr. Macy suggested that we find something else...
for the other Santa Claus and keep you on by all means.
KRIS: Oh, well, thanks. That's mighty good news.
DORIS: You'll be here in the morning then?
KRIS: Certainly I will.
Mrs. Walker, this is quite an opportunity for me.
For the past 50 years or so...
I've been getting more worried about Christmas.
Seems we're all so busy trying to beat the other fellow...
in making things go faster, look shinier, and cost less...
that Christmas and I are sort of getting lost in the shuffle.
DORIS: I don't think so. Christmas is still Christmas.
KRIS: Christmas isn't just a day.
It's a frame of mind. That's what's been changing.
That's why I'm glad I'm here. Maybe I can do something.
And I'm glad I met you and your daughter.
You two are a test case for me.
DORIS: We are?
KRIS: Yes. You're sort of the whole thing in miniature.
If I can win you over, there's still hope.
If not, then I guess I'm through.
But I'm warning you, I don't give up easily.
DORIS: Good night.
Oh, Mr. Kringle, first thing in the morning...
would you report to Mr. Sawyer's office?
He'll give you a little examination.
Oh, we do it with all our employees.
KRIS: A mental examination?
KRIS: I don't mind. I've taken dozens of them.
Never failed one yet. Know them by heart.
- How many days in the week? - Seven.
- How many fingers do you see? - Four.
Muscular coordination test.
No damage to the nervous system.
Who was the first president of the United States?
Who was vice president under John Quincy Adams?
Daniel D. Tompkins.
I'll bet your Mr. Sawyer doesn't know that.
Miss Adams, would you get me...
the Brooks' Memorial Home in Great Neck?
It's a home for old people. That's right.
I want to talk to the doctor in charge.
- How many days in the week? - Seven.
SAWYER: The first president of the United States?
KRIS: George Washington.
SAWYER: Three times five?
You asked me that before. The answer's at the bottom...
I'm conducting this examination.
How much is three times five?
Same as before... 15.
You're rather nervous, aren't you, Mr. Sawyer?
Do you get enough sleep?
SAWYER: My personal habits are of no concern to you.
KRIS: Oh, I'm sorry. I hate to see someone tied up...
- How many fingers do you see? - Three.
You bite your nails, too. Tsk tsk tsk.
I want you to stand with your feet together...
and your arms extended. Then I want you to...
KRIS: Muscular coordination test?
Surely. Be glad to. Ha ha.
KRIS: Sometimes the cause of nervous habits like yours...
is not obvious. No.
Often they're the result of an insecurity.
Are you happy at home?
SAWYER: That will be all!
The examination's over. You may go.
KRIS: Thank you.
SAWYER: You may go out that way.
And it may interest you to know...
that I've been happily married for 26 years.
Really? Delighted to hear it.
Get me Mrs. Walker.
Yes, sir. Your wife's on 672.
She says it's very important.
How many times have I told you not to bother me at the office?
No. Not a penny. I give you a liberal allowance.
It's up to you to run the house on it.
If your stupid brother would get a job...
you wouldn't have to pester me all the time.
Mrs. Walker, I'd like to talk to you about this Kringle.
Oh, yes. Dr. Pierce from the Brooks' home is here.
It would be a good time to settle the matter.
Sorry, Doctor, but that was Mr. Sawyer...
the gentleman I was telling you about.
He's just down the hall.
I can't tell you how we appreciate your time.
PIERCE: Matter of fact, I was going to call you today.
I had a feeling about now you'd be wondering about Kris.
DORIS: Dr. Pierce, Mr. Sawyer.
PIERCE: How do you do?
SAWYER: After giving this man a comprehensive examination...
it's my opinion he should be dismissed immediately.
Really? He failed to pass the examination?
- Yes. - He didn't answer correctly?
SAWYER: Yes, he did, but he lacked concentration.
He kept changing the subject. Even questioned me.
I don't think there's any doubt about it.
He should be placed in a mental institution.
PIERCE: I don't agree. People are institutionalized...
to prevent them from harming themselves or others.
Mr. Kringle is incapable of either.
His is a delusion for good.
He only wants to be friendly and helpful.
SHELLHAMMER: That's what I feel, too.
PIERCE: Thousands of people have similar delusions...
living perfectly normal lives in every other respect.
A famous example is that fellow...
I can't think of his name.
For years, he's insisted he's a Russian prince.
There's been much evidence to prove him wrong...
but nothing has shaken his story.
Is he in an institution?
No. He owns a famous restaurant in Hollywood...
and is a highly respected citizen.
SAWYER: I've made a great study of abnormal psychology...
and I've found from experience when a delusion is challenged...
the deluded is apt to become violent.
PIERCE: I'll have to disagree with you again.
If you tell Kris there is no Santa Claus...
I grant he'll argue the point, but he'll not become violent.
His whole manner suggests aggressiveness!
Look how he carries that cane! He's never without it.
I know Kris always carries a cane...
but surely you're not implying he'd use the cane as a weapon?
SAWYER: Mrs. Walker, naturally I can't discharge this man.
That's up to you. But you asked my opinion.
So when he exhibits his latent maniacal tendencies...
which I assure you he will...
please realize the responsibility is yours.
Speaking of delusions...
Now we're right back where we started.
No, we're not.
After listening to Dr. Pierce, I feel perfectly confident.
But if anything happens, you won't get blamed. I will.
PIERCE: Nothing's going to happen.
Please don't feel what I've said was prompted by affection.
My specialty is geriatrics.
PIERCE: Treatment of the diseases of old age.
I've had quite a bit of experience...
and I assure you Kris has no latent maniacal tendencies.
You'll want to discuss this with Mr. Shellhammer...
so I'll be on my way. May I see Kris?
DORIS: Why, certainly, Doctor.
Use the employees' elevator. It's much quicker.
SHELLHAMMER: The same one you came up on.
- Where is that? - I'll show you.
PIERCE: That isn't necessary. I'll find my way.
DORIS: You understand my position, Doctor.
If there's the slightest possibility...
of him becoming violent or getting into trouble...
SHELLHAMMER: What trouble could he get into?
DORIS: All that's got to happen is a policeman to ask his name.
A big argument. Clang, clang! Bellevue!
PIERCE: You can prevent that very simply.
If he could stay with an employee...
they could ride to and from work together.
I'd prefer he didn't take the train to Great Neck twice a day.
SHELLHAMMER: That would solve everything.
They could steer him away from trouble.
DORIS: Sort of take custody of him.
Do you think he'd agree to that?
PIERCE: I'll talk to him. I'm sure he will.
DORIS: In that case, he can stay.
PIERCE: Good. Thank you.
DORIS: It's the seventh floor, and thank you very much.
- Bye, Doctor. - Bye.
SHELLHAMMER: I'm sure you made a wise decision.
Now, let's see... who could rent him a room?
Your son's away at school. What about his room?
Well, I don't mind. I'd be glad to.
I'm positive Mrs. Shellhammer wouldn't like it.
She's a little...
Say, I have an idea.
We always have martinis before dinner.
I'll make them double-strength tonight.
I'll bet after a couple of them, she'll be more receptive.
But Kris is through work at 6:00.
What about the in-between time?
Take him home to dinner.
I'll call soon as my wife's plastered... feeling gay.
DORIS: Oh, no.
SHELLHAMMER: If I'm willing to let my wife...
have a big headache in the morning...
you can have a little headache tonight.
DORIS: All right.
SHELLHAMMER: Won't take an hour. Everything will be OK.
KRIS: Good. Very good.
What sort of games do you play with the other children?
I don't play much with them. They play silly games.
Like today. They were in the basement playing zoo...
and all of them were animals.
When I came down, Homer... he was the zookeeper...
he said, "What animal are you?"
I said, "I'm not an animal, I'm a girl."
And he said, "Only animals allowed."
So I came upstairs.
Why didn't you tell him you were a lion or a bear?
SUZIE: Because I'm not a bear or a lion.
KRIS: But the other children were only children...
and they were pretending to be animals.
SUZIE: That's what makes the game so silly.
KRIS: I don't think so.
Sounds like a wonderful game to me.
Of course, in order to play it, you need an imagination.
Do you know what the imagination is?
That's when you see things, but they're not really there.
That can be caused by other things, too.
No, to me the imagination is a place all by itself...
a separate country.
You've heard of the French or the British nation.
Well, this is the lmagine nation.
It's a wonderful place.
How would you like to make snowballs in the summertime?
Or drive a big bus right down 5th Avenue?
How would you like to have a ship all to yourself...
that makes daily trips to China and Australia?
How would you like to be the Statue of Liberty...
in the morning, and in the afternoon...
fly south with a flock of geese?
It's very simple. Of course, it takes practice.
The first thing you've got to learn is how to pretend.
And the next time Homer says, "What kind of animal are you?"
Tell him you're a monkey.
I don't know how to be a monkey.
Sure you do. Here, I'll show you.
Now just bend your body over a little.
Let your arms hang loose, see?
Now put your right hand up here... under here.
Now scratch yourself, see? That's right.
Put your tongue under your lips, over your teeth.
- Like this? - That's right.
Now scratch yourself and chatter, see?
- Bla bla bla! - Eeek!
Haislip, Haislip, Sherman, Mackenzie, and Haislip...
have been very kind to me.
But being an exceptional lawyer, I want to open my own office.
DORIS: Put this in Susan's place for me, please.
GAILEY: Take the meat out. It should be done.
KRIS: Don't forget to scratch.
Put your tongue up in front of your teeth.
Talk to the other monkeys.
GAILEY: What's going on here?
KRIS: We're having our first lesson in pretending.
Doing quite well at it, too.
That's right. Call the other monkeys.
No. You mustn't be a goose. Be a monkey.
- Mr. Kringle... - Yes?
Mrs. Walker just happened to mention...
that they're looking for a room for you.
KRIS: That's right.
Dr. Pierce doesn't want me making the long trip daily.
GAILEY: I was just thinking.
I'm all alone in my apartment.
Twin beds, plenty of room.
If you'd like to move in with me...
I'd be only too happy to have you.
KRIS: That's awfully nice of you.
You could ride to and from work with Mrs. Walker.
Yes. That would give me a chance...
to really talk things over with her.
KRIS: Don't forget to scratch. You're not scratching.
Besides, I could see Suzie now and then.
Mr. Gailey, it's a deal.
- Good! - [Telephone rings]
We'll get your things after dinner.
Hello. Oh, yes, just a moment.
It's a Mr. Shellhammer.
Hello, Mr. Shellhammer.
Yes. Just a moment.
Mrs. Shellhammer wants to talk to you.
I made the martinis triple-strength...
and she feels wonderful.
Here, my pet.
MRS. SHELLHAMMER: Ha ha.
SHELLHAMMER: No, no. No, dear.
MRS. SHELLHAMMER: Thank you, darling.
SHELLHAMMER: No, no, dear. There.
MRS. SHELLHAMMER: Oh, darling, how silly of me!
We'd love to have Santa Claus come and stay with us.
I think it would be simply charming.
Oh, and so do I, Mrs. Shellhammer.
Just a moment.
It's Mrs. Shellhammer. They have the loveliest room.
They'd be so happy if you'd stay with them.
That's very sweet of them.
Please thank them very much...
but I'm going to stay with Mr. Gailey.
DORIS: Mr. Gailey.
I think I'd better get the meat.
KRIS: Yes, I understand that...
but there must be something you want for Christmas...
something you haven't even told your mother.
Oh, come on, now.
Why don't you give me a chance?
SUZIE: That's what I want for Christmas.
KRIS: A doll's house like this?
No, a real house.
If you're really Santa Claus, you can get it for me.
And if you can't...
you're only a nice man with a white beard, like mother said.
Now wait a minute, Suzie.
Just because every child can't get his wish...
doesn't mean there isn't a Santa Claus.
That's what I thought you'd say.
But don't you see, dear?
Some children wish for things they couldn't possibly use...
like real locomotives or B-29s.
But this isn't like a locomotive or a B-29.
It's awful big for a little girl like you.
What could you do with a house like this?
SUZIE: Live in it with my mother.
KRIS: But you've got this lovely apartment.
I don't think it's lovely.
I want a backyard with a great big tree to put a swing on...
I guess you can't get it, huh?
I didn't say that.
Well, it's a tall order...
but I'll do my best.
May I keep this picture?
Thank you. Good night, Susan.
SUZIE: Good night, Mr. Kringle.
KRIS: Nice place you've got here.
GAILEY: Was I lucky to get it!
KRIS: You like living in Manhattan?
GAILEY: It's all right.
Someday I'd like to get a place on Long Island.
Not a big house.
One of those junior-partner deals around Manhasset.
KRIS: I know just the kind of place you mean.
One of those little Colonial houses.
GAILEY: Either that or Cape Cod.
KRIS: You're right about Mrs. Walker.
A little more effort on your part...
and she might crawl out of that shell.
Take her to dinner, the theater.
GAILEY: I've tried that.
She's always too busy with her job.
KRIS: Try a little harder. Those two are lost souls.
It's up to us to help them.
I'll take care of Suzie if you take care of her mother.
- It's a deal. - Ready?
Oh, no, you don't. I'm not gonna be cheated.
All my life I've wondered something.
Now's my chance to find out.
It's a question that's puzzled the world for centuries.
Does Santa Claus sleep with his whiskers outside or in?
KRIS: Always sleep with them out.
Cold air makes them grow.
MAN: Joe, we're running out of books.
JOE: I'll get some right away.
WOMAN: I need some more Wanamakers.
SALESMAN: Yes, I know just what you want.
We don't carry that brand, but I think Gimbels does.
Let me see. Yes, here it is.
I thought I noticed it before. 2.98.
Looks like an exceptional bargain.
WOMAN: Yes, it does. Thank you.
SALESMAN: Not at all.
Why didn't one of you think of this idea?
It's the greatest goodwill policy I ever heard of.
Every shopper in New York City...
suddenly thinks of Macy as a benevolent soul...
thinking only of the welfare of the public.
And what does that make Gimbel?
Nothing but a profiteering moneygrubber.
Two can play at this game.
From now on, if we haven't got what the customer wants...
send him back to Macy's.
And what's more, we'll do the same thing in our stores...
in Philadelphia, Milwaukee, and Pittsburgh.
Get to work on it right away.
MACY: So, Gimbel's doing it in Philadelphia...
Pittsburgh, and Milwaukee, eh?
MAN: And very successfully.
MACY: Well, we can cover the country, too.
Notify our stores in San Francisco...
Atlanta, Toledo, and Newark to get going right away.
MEN: All right, Mr. Macy.
- Look this way, Mr. Gimbel. - Hold it, Mr. Gimbel.
GIMBEL: Now we'll take some at my store.
MACY: Just a minute.
I have something I'd like to give our friend here.
This is a little something to show my appreciation...
for all you've done.
KRIS: Thank you, Mr. Macy.
Ooh! That's very kind of you.
I didn't think you were that generous.
That's a bit of money.
What are you going to do with it?
Well, I have a friend.
A doctor. He's been very kind to me.
He needs an x-ray machine.
MACY: I don't think that's going to be enough.
GIMBEL: I'll make up the difference.
MACY: Buy it through the store. Get 10% discount.
I can get it for cost.
CLEO: Good night, Susan.
SUZIE: Good night, Cleo.
KRIS: Like me to sing you a good night song?
SUZIE: If you want to.
KRIS: Doesn't your mother ever sing to you at night?
SUZIE: Uh-uh. Why should she?
Oh, no reason. I just think it's kind of nice.
- Do you like "Market"? - All right.
[Singing] To market, to market to buy a fat pig
Home again, home again, jiggidy jig
To market, to market to buy a fat hog
Home again, home again, jiggidy...
Do you happen to have a spare piece?
Well, here goes.
- Hello, Alfred. - Hello, Kris.
KRIS: How about a game of checkers after lunch?
ALFRED: Leave us not today. I don't feel like it.
KRIS: Oh? What's the matter?
ALFRED: Nothing. Nothing.
KRIS: Something is wrong. What is it?
ALFRED: Well, remember I was telling you...
how I like to play Santa at the "Y" on Christmas...
and give out packages to the young kids?
I was telling that to Mr. Sawyer, see...
and he says that's very bad.
KRIS: Sawyer. You mean, uh...
ALFRED: That's the one. He's a psychologist.
KRIS: Ohh, that's a debatable poin...
Why is it bad, does he say?
ALFRED: He says guys who dress like Santa Claus, see...
and give presents away...
do it because when they was young...
they must have did something bad...
and they feel guilty about it.
So now they do something they think is good...
to make up for it.
It's what he calls a guilt complex.
KRIS: How old are you, Alfred?
Doesn't seem you've had time to be guilty of anything...
It's nothing to laugh about.
It's pretty serious, he says.
It's a lot of rubbish, Alfred. Don't listen.
Oh, he knows what he's talking about.
He's been studying that stuff for a long time.
KRIS: Well, what's the basis of this guilt complex...
you're supposed to have?
Does he say that?
Well, he ain't found out yet.
It's probably way down inside of me someplace, see?
Maybe something that happened when I was a baby, he says.
It takes time, but he'll do it, he says.
KRIS: You mean you're going to him again?
ALFRED: Sure. I go every day after lunch.
Oh, he don't soak me nothin'.
He's doing it for free 'cause I'm an interesting case.
What else has he found wrong with you, Alfred?
No. Oh, just that I hate my father.
I didn't know it, but he says I do.
And he sees you every day?
Yeah. I say anything that comes into my head.
Excuse me, Alfred.
A few things have just come into my head...
and I'm going to say them.
SAWYER: Why are you busting in here?
KRIS: Are you a licensed psychiatrist?
SAWYER: What business is it of yours?
KRIS: I have great respect for psychiatry...
and great contempt for amateurs who go around practicing it.
You have no more right to analyze Alfred...
than a dentist has to remove a gallbladder!
SAWYER: I beg your pardon.
KRIS: Your job here, I gather, is to give intelligence tests.
Passing yourself off as a psychologist.
You ought to be horsewhipped...
taking a normal, impressionable boy like Alfred...
and filling him with complexes.
SAWYER: I'm better equipped to judge that than you are.
KRIS: Just because the boy wants to be kind to children...
you tell him he has a guilt complex.
SAWYER: Sharing his delusion, you couldn't understand.
Alfred's definitely maladjusted, and I'm helping.
KRIS: Maladjusted?! You talk about maladjusted.
It seems to me the patient is running the clinic here.
SAWYER: I won't stand... Leave this office immediately.
KRIS: Now either you stop analyzing Alfred...
or I go straight to Mr. Macy...
and tell him what a contemptible fraud you are.
SAWYER: Leave or I'll call security.
KRIS: There's only one way to handle a man like you.
You won't listen to reason. You're heartless.
You have no humanity.
SAWYER: Are you going to leave?
- Kris. - Mr. Sawyer!
DORIS: Mr. Sawyer, are you all right?
SHELLHAMMER: Look at that bump!
Mr. Sawyer... He's unconscious!
Better get a wet towel.
DORIS: No, better get a doctor.
DORIS: You must have done something to him.
I tell you we were merely talking...
but when I mentioned Santa Claus and attacked his delusion...
he became violent.
I told you he had latent maniacal tendencies.
Well, I think this proves it.
SHELLHAMMER: Have Dr. Pierce give him another examination.
SAWYER: Dr. Pierce...
He doesn't know anything about this sort of thing.
He's a general practitioner.
SHELLHAMMER: You must admit this is rather serious.
Perhaps we'd better get a competent psychiatrist.
DORIS: But he's taken dozens of those examinations...
and passed them all 100%.
SAWYER: It's possible his condition has changed.
SHELLHAMMER: I don't think we can take any chances.
I can't see any harm in it.
If he passes the test, he can return to work at once...
and if he doesn't, it's better if we find out.
SAWYER: You better have the examination right away...
before he tells Mr. Ma... before Mr. Macy finds out.
SHELLHAMMER: Oh, my, yes.
You explain to Mr. Kringle. After all, you're his friend.
DORIS: I won't do it. I've grown very fond of him.
This would be like telling him I thought he was insane.
SAWYER: You don't call this acting normal, do you?
DORIS: Of course I don't...
but there are thousands of elderly who aren't normal.
This will hurt Kris deeply, and I don't want to do it!
SHELLHAMMER: That wouldn't be fair to him.
I'll tell him the truth.
I believe in being truthful with people.
SAWYER: If he sees me or you mention psychiatrist...
it's more or less attacking his delusion again.
He's apt to become violent.
SHELLHAMMER: But in front of the children?
Oh, that would be terrible.
SAWYER: Get him out of the store on some other pretext.
Then once outside, I'll explain it to him.
SHELLHAMMER: If you think it's better that way.
CLERK: Keep a straight line. All day long to see Santa Claus.
- Mr. Kringle. - Yes?
SHELLHAMMER: Mrs. Walker wanted you to know...
that we're going to take some publicity pictures...
this afternoon down at the city hall...
you and the mayor.
KRIS: Good. Like to meet him.
A few things I'd like to discuss with him.
Oh, but I made an appointment with Mr. Macy at 4:00.
I want to tell him about something.
SHELLHAMMER: You'll be back in plenty of time.
There's a car waiting downstairs.
It's starting to drizzle. You'll need a coat.
I'll get it.
KRIS: Thanks. Be right with you.
I just want to take care of a few kiddies first.
SHELLHAMMER: All right.
CABBY: Where to?
Did she know about this?
SAWYER: Yes. We all discussed it.
The second party shall...
in consideration of the property...
agree to be conveyed by the first party to...
[Telephone ringing] Excuse me, Gertrude. Telephone.
Why, yes, we share an apartment together.
But why, Doctor? What did he...
Oh, he's quite comfortable.
He's going to be with us for a few days...
and wondered if you could bring his personal things.
Yes, in view of his examination...
I'm afraid I shall have to recommend commitment.
Yes, I know, Mr. Gailey...
but I'd rather speak to you in person.
I'll be right over, Doctor.
ATTENDANT: To see the new patient.
- Thanks. - Not at all.
GAILEY: Hello, Kris.
GAILEY: Why'd you do it, Kris?
You deliberately failed that examination, didn't you?
KRIS: Because the last few days I've had great hope.
I had a feeling Doris was beginning to believe in me.
And now I find out she was just humoring me all the time.
GAILEY: I just telephoned her.
She didn't know anything about taking pictures with the mayor.
That was Sawyer's idea.
KRIS: Well, I'm glad of that.
But why didn't she come to me and explain the whole thing?
GAILEY: She didn't want to hurt you.
KRIS: Only because I was a nice, kind old man she felt sorry for.
GAILEY: That's not true.
KRIS: Yes, it is. She had doubts.
That's why she was just sorry.
If you'd been dragged off here instead of me...
she wouldn't have been sorry.
She'd have been furious.
GAILEY: All right, she had doubts. Why not?
She hasn't really believed in anything for years.
You can't expect her to suddenly...
KRIS: Oh, it's not just Doris. There's Mr. Sawyer.
He's contemptible, dishonest, selfish, deceitful, vicious...
Yet he's out there and I'm in here.
He's called normal and I'm not.
Well, if that's normal, I don't want it.
That's why I answered incorrectly.
GAILEY: But, Kris, you can't just think of yourself.
What happens to you matters to a lot of people.
People like me, who believe in what you stand for...
and people like Suzie, who are just beginning to.
You can't quit. You can't let them down.
KRIS: No, I suppose I shouldn't.
GAILEY: Who knows, maybe someday the Sawyers will be in here...
instead of out there.
KRIS: You're right. I ought to be ashamed of myself.
Even if we can't win, we can go down swinging.
Let's get out of here.
GAILEY: Now, wait a minute.
You're forgetting you flunked your examination but good.
KRIS: Oh, yes, I forgot.
I said Calvin Coolidge was the first president.
I can imagine what they're thinking of me for saying that.
But you'll get me out of this.
You'll think of something.
GAILEY: It's not gonna be easy, Kris.
KRIS: It will be for you.
I believe you're the greatest lawyer since Darrow.
GAILEY: Just a second, Kris. You're putting me in a bad spot.
KRIS: But I believe in you. You can't let me down.
GAILEY: But you don't understand. It...
I'll do everything I can, Kris.
KRIS: Thank you.
- Good-bye. - Good-bye.
MACY: That's a lot of nonsense! Dangerous, my foot!
I don't care if he failed ten examinations.
You had no right to do it!
You get the case dropped tomorrow...
or you might have another lump to match the one Kris gave you!
SAWYER: Yes, Mr. Macy.
HARPER: Age unknown.
Old man, huh?
MARRAH: Very old, Your Honor.
HARPER: I suppose I'll have to read all this.
Take my word for it. Just routine commitment papers.
Cut and dried.
The man calls himself Kris Kringle...
thinks he's Santa Claus.
[Knock on door]
Mr. Gailey to see you, Your Honor.
He represents Mr. Kringle.
Better show him in.
GAILEY: Good morning.
Your Honor, there seems to be undue haste in this case.
I wish to protect my client's rights, as I'm sure you do.
HARPER: Of course.
GAILEY: I request a formal hearing...
to which I may bring witnesses.
- This is cut and dried? - That's what I was told.
I didn't know anything about a protest.
GAILEY: Of course, you may sign the commitment papers now...
but I'll bring a habeas corpus later.
There's no point in signing.
We'll have a hearing on Monday morning at 10:00.
GAILEY: Thank you. Good day.
SAWYER: That man...
I heard him say something about Mr. Kringle before.
Who is he?
MARRAH: His name is Gailey, Kringle's lawyer.
Probably grabbed the case to get some cheap publicity.
SAWYER: We can't have that. Mr. Macy would rather drop this.
MARRAH: It can't be done. It's too late now.
Kringle has been examined by city hospital psychiatrists.
It has to follow due process.
SAWYER: We must avoid publicity.
I, uh... Oh.
SAWYER: Mr. Gailey, I represent Mr. Macy.
My name's Sawyer.
GAILEY: Oh, so you're Sawyer.
SAWYER: Yes. Regarding this Kringle matter...
We're very anxious to avoid any publicity.
SAWYER: So if you would agree to put this through quietly...
we'd surely find a generous way to express our appreciation.
GAILEY: Very interesting.
SAWYER: Then you'll cooperate?
GAILEY: Very interesting. Publicity. Hmm.
That's not a bad idea.
If I'm going to win this case...
I'll have to have plenty of public opinion.
And publicity's just the way to do it.
Thanks, Mr. Sawyer.
SAWYER: Oh, Mr. Gailey, wait a minute.
Mr. Gailey, one moment, please!
HARPER: I don't see what they're making a fuss about.
After all, he's an old man.
CHARLEY: How've you been feeling lately?
You look a little run-down.
HARPER: Me? Why, I feel fine. Never better.
CHARLEY: Why not see the doc? Take a few weeks off.
Go fishing, go hunting. Go anyplace.
HARPER: Why should I?
CHARLEY: Because this Kringle case is dynamite.
Let some judge handle it that isn't coming up for reelection.
HARPER: I can't do that.
CHARLEY: I'm no legal brain trust.
I don't know a habeas from a corpus.
But I do know politics. That's my racket.
I got you elected, didn't I?
And I'm gonna try to get you reelected.
HARPER: I appreciate everything that you've done for me.
CHARLEY: Then get off this case.
HARPER: But why?
CHARLEY: You're a Pontius Pilate the minute you start.
Oh, I don't believe it.
I'm an honest man...
and nobody's going to hold it against me...
for doing my duty as I see it.
MRS. HARPER: Good night, Terry.
Good night, Alice.
Now, straight to bed.
I promised your mother you'd be in bed by 8:00...
and it's way past.
ALICE: Aren't you coming, too?
MRS. HARPER: I'll be up soon to tuck you in. Now, scoot!
How about a great big kiss for Grandpa, hmm?
HARPER: Fine way to treat their grandfather!
No hug, no kiss, no anything.
MRS. HARPER: I don't blame them.
Any man who'd put Santa Claus on trial for lunacy.
CHARLEY: See what I mean?
KRIS: Don't worry about me.
I've got the best lawyer in the world.
SAWYER: How long do you think this will take?
MARRAH: Maybe a week.
SAWYER: A week?! That seems impossible!
MARRAH: That lawyer won't be stupid enough...
to let him admit anything. He'll deny everything.
I'll bring witnesses, and he'll bring witnesses.
BAILIFF: Hear ye, hear ye.
All persons having business...
with the supreme court of the county of New York...
draw near, give attendance, and ye shall be heard.
MARRAH: You have Kris Kringle's commitment papers.
I'd like to call the first witness.
Mr. Kringle, will you take the stand?
KRIS: Good morning, Your Honor.
BAILIFF: You do solemnly swear...
the testimony you'll give shall be the whole truth...
so help you God?
KRIS: I do.
HARPER: Before you begin, I want to explain to the witness...
this is a hearing, not a trial.
you don't have to answer against your wishes...
or even testify at all.
We have no objection, Your Honor.
I'll be glad to answer any questions I can.
What is your name?
Where do you live?
That's what this hearing will decide.
A very sound answer, Mr. Kringle.
MARRAH: Do you believe that you're Santa Claus?
KRIS: Of course.
The state rests, Your Honor.
Well, Mr. Gailey...
do you wish to cross-examine the witness?
I believe he was employed to play Santa Claus.
Perhaps he didn't understand the question correctly.
Oh, I understood perfectly, Your Honor.
No further questions at this time.
HARPER: In view of this statement...
do you still wish to put in a defense?
GAILEY: I do, Your Honor.
I'm fully aware of my client's opinions.
That's the entire case against him.
All these complicated tests boil down to this:
Mr. Kringle is not sane...
because he believes himself to be Santa Claus.
An entirely logical...
and reasonable assumption, I'm afraid.
It would be if the clerk, Mr. Marrah, or I...
believed we were Santa Claus.
Anyone who thinks he's Santa Claus is not sane.
GAILEY: Not necessarily.
You believe yourself to be Judge Harper...
yet no one questions your sanity because you are Judge Harper.
I know all about myself, young man.
Mr. Kringle is the subject of this hearing.
GAILEY: Yes, Your Honor...
and if he is the person he believes himself to be...
just as you are, then he's just as sane.
Granted, but he isn't.
GAILEY: Oh, but he is.
HARPER: Is what?
I intend to prove that Mr. Kringle is Santa Claus.
MARRAH: He's crazy, too!
GAILEY: Hi, darling.
Sorry I'm late. Get your coat. I reserved our table at Luigi's.
We're gonna celebrate.
DORIS: What are we celebrating?
GAILEY: Read all about it. "Gailey Throws Court Bombshell."
DORIS: Yes, I read that.
GAILEY: I didn't see this... Front page! Good. Good.
DORIS: You're not serious about this?
GAILEY: Of course I am.
DORIS: But you can't possibly prove he's Santa Claus.
GAILEY: Why not? You saw Macy and Gimbel shaking hands.
That wasn't possible either, but it happened.
It's the best defense I can use.
Completely logical and completely unexpected.
DORIS: And completely idiotic.
What about your bosses...
Haislip and Mackenzie and the rest?
What do they say?
GAILEY: That I'm jeopardizing the prestige and dignity...
of an old, established law firm...
and either I drop this impossible case immediately...
or they will drop me.
I beat them to it. I quit.
DORIS: Fred, you didn't.
GAILEY: Of course I did. I can't let Kris down.
He needs me, and all the rest of us need him.
DORIS: Darling, he's a nice old man...
and I admire you for wanting to help him...
but you've got to be realistic and face facts.
You can't just throw your career away...
because of a sentimental whim.
GAILEY: But I'm not throwing my career away.
DORIS: If Haislip feels that way...
so will every other law firm.
GAILEY: I'm sure they will. I'll open my own office.
DORIS: What kind of cases will you get?
GAILEY: Probably people like Kris who are being bullied.
That's the only fun in law anyway.
If you believe in me and have faith in me...
You don't have any faith in me, do you?
It's not about faith. It's just common sense.
Faith is believing in things...
when common sense tells you not to.
It's not just Kris that's on trial.
It's everything he stands for.
It's kindness, joy, love, and all other intangibles.
DORIS: Fred, you're talking like a child.
You're living in a realistic world!
Those lovely intangibles aren't worth much.
You don't get ahead that way.
GAILEY: That all depends on what you call getting ahead.
Evidently, we have different definitions.
DORIS: We've talked about wonderful plans.
Then you go on an idealistic binge.
You give up your job, throw away your security...
and then you expect me to be happy about it!
GAILEY: Yes, I guess I expected too much.
Someday, you're going to find out...
that your way of facing this realistic world...
just doesn't work.
And when you do...
don't overlook those lovely intangibles.
You'll discover they're the only things...
that are worthwhile.
MARRAH: These reporters make me look like a sadistic monster...
who likes to drown cats...
and tear the wings off butterflies.
Why, this old man...
MRS. MARRAH: Tommy, go get mother's scissors, will you?
They're in the bedroom.
That's a good boy.
I don't want to discuss this case in front of him.
It'll break his heart.
While we're on the subject, I agree with the reporters.
Mr. Kringle seems to be a nice old man.
I don't see why you have to keep persecuting him.
MARRAH: Firstly, I am not persecuting him.
I am prosecuting him.
And secondly, I like the old man, too.
I wish I'd never gotten into this.
But it's too late now. There's nothing I can do about it.
It's up to the state of New York.
I'm their duly appointed legal representative.
Kringle has been declared a menace to society...
by competent doctors.
It's my duty to protect the state of New York...
and see that he's put away.
No matter what they say about me...
I've got to do it.
Sometimes I wish I'd married a butcher or a plumber.
MARRAH: Well, my dear, if I lose this case...
it's very possible that you'll get your wish.
GAILEY: Your name?
MACY: R.H. Macy.
GAILEY: You are the owner...
of one of the biggest department stores...
in New York City?
MACY: The biggest.
Who is the gentleman seated there?
MACY: Kris Kringle.
- Your employee? - Yes.
GAILEY: Do you believe him to be truthful?
GAILEY: You believe him to be of sound mind?
MACY: I certainly do.
MARRAH: Mr. Macy, you're under oath.
You really believe this man is Santa Claus?
Well, he gives every indication...
MARRAH: Do you really believe he's Santa Claus?
MACY: I do.
MARRAH: You do?
GAILEY: That's all.
Where'd you graduate from, a correspondence school?
Your Honor, I object to this testimony.
It's ridiculous, irrelevant, and immaterial.
Mr. Gailey is making a circus of this court.
There is no such person as Santa Claus...
and everybody knows it.
GAILEY: I submit it's purely a matter of opinion.
Can Mr. Marrah disprove Santa's existence?
MARRAH: No. I don't intend to.
This isn't a nursery. It's the New York State Supreme Court.
I'll not waste this court's time with such nonsense!
GAILEY: Mr. Marrah seems to have appointed himself judge.
He's ruling on what testimony I may introduce.
MARRAH: We request an immediate ruling from this court.
Is there or is there not a Santa Claus?
The court will take a recess to consider the matter.
I don't care what you do with old whisker puss...
but if you rule that there's no Santa Claus...
you better start looking for that chicken farm.
We won't even be able to put you in the primaries.
HARPER: But, Charley, listen to reason.
I'm a responsible judge.
I've taken an oath.
How can I seriously rule there is a Santa Claus?
CHARLEY: Why don't you...
Tell them the New York State Supreme Court rules...
there's no Santa Claus.
It's all over the papers.
The kids don't hang up their stockings.
Now, what happens to all the toys...
that are supposed to be in those stockings?
Nobody buys them.
The toy manufacturers are going to like that.
So they have to lay off a lot of their employees...
Now you got the C.I.O. And the A.F.L. Against you.
And they're gonna adore you for it.
And they're gonna say it with votes.
And the department stores will love you, too...
and the Christmas card makers...
and the candy companies.
Oh, Henry, you're going to be an awful popular fellow.
And what about the Salvation Army?
Why, they got a Santa Claus on every corner...
and they take in a fortune.
But you go ahead, Henry.
You do it your way.
You go on back in there and tell them...
that you rule there's no Santa Claus.
But if you do, remember this:
You can count on getting just two votes...
your own and that district attorney's out there.
The district attorney's a Republican.
BAILIFF: All rise!
HARPER: Before making a ruling...
this court has consulted the highest authority available.
The question of Santa Claus...
seems to be largely a matter of opinion.
Many people firmly believe in him.
Others do not.
The tradition of American justice demands...
a broad, unprejudiced view of such a controversial matter.
This court, therefore, intends to keep an open mind.
I'll hear all the evidence.
MARRAH: He's crazy, too.
The burden of proof for this ridiculous contention...
clearly rests with my opponent.
Can he produce evidence to support his views?
GAILEY: If Your Honor pleases, I can.
Will Thomas Marrah please take the stand?
MARRAH: Who, me?
GAILEY: Thomas Marrah, Jr.
GAILEY: Here you are, Tommy.
HARPER: Tommy, you know the difference...
between telling the truth and telling a lie, right?
TOMMY: Everybody knows you shouldn't tell a lie...
especially in court.
HARPER: Proceed, Mr. Gailey.
GAILEY: Do you believe in Santa Claus?
TOMMY: Sure I do.
He gave me a brand-new flexible flyer sled last year.
GAILEY: And what does he look like?
TOMMY: There he is, sitting there.
Your Honor, I protest!
GAILEY: Tell me, Tommy...
why are you so sure there's a Santa Claus?
TOMMY: Because my daddy told me so.
Didn't you, Daddy?
GAILEY: You believe your daddy, don't you?
He's a very honest man.
Of course he is.
My daddy wouldn't tell me anything that wasn't so.
Would you, Daddy?
GAILEY: Thank you, Tommy.
TOMMY: Don't forget. A real official football helmet.
KRIS: Don't worry, Tommy. You'll get it.
Your Honor, the state of New York...
concedes the existence of Santa Claus.
But we ask that Mr. Gailey cease presenting...
personal opinion as evidence.
We could bring witnesses with opposite opinions...
but we desire to shorten this hearing...
rather than prolong it.
I request that Mr. Gailey...
now submit authoritative proof...
that Mr. Kringle...
is the one-and-only Santa Claus.
Your point's well taken.
I'm afraid we must agree.
Mr. Gailey, can you show that Mr. Kringle is Santa Claus...
on the basis of competent authority?
Not at this time, Your Honor.
I ask for an adjournment until tomorrow.
Court stands adjourned till tomorrow afternoon, 3:00.
ALFRED: Well, I guess that's that.
DORIS: There's a way, Alfred.
There's got to be!
DORIS: It's hard to explain.
They're having a trial about him.
SUZIE: You mean like for murder?
DORIS: No, it isn't that kind of a trial.
It's just because he says he's Santa Claus.
SUZIE: I've got a feeling he is Santa Claus.
DORIS: Some people don't believe that. That's why...
SUZIE: But he's so kind and nice and jolly.
He's not like anyone else.
He must be Santa.
DORIS: I think perhaps you're right, Suzie.
SUZIE: Is Mr. Kringle sad now, Mother?
DORIS: I'm afraid he is.
I'm sure he misses you.
SUZIE: Then I'll write him a letter and cheer him up.
WORKER: Hey, Lou, come here!
WORKER: Here's a new one.
I seen them write to Santa Claus...
North Pole, South Pole, and every other place.
This kid writes...
"Kris Kringle, New York County Courthouse."
LOU: The kid's right. They got him on trial there.
He claims he's Santa Claus, and the D.A. Claims he's nuts.
Read it for yourself. Right on the front page.
WORKER: Hey, Lou, how many Santa Claus letters...
we got at the dead-letter office?
LOU: I don't know.
There must be about 50,000 of them.
Bags and bags all over the joint.
And there's more coming in every day.
WORKER: Yeah. Hey, Lou.
It'd be nice to get rid of them, huh?
LOU: Yeah, but...
Hey, that's a wonderful idea!
WORKER: Why should we be bothered with all that stuff?
Why not get some trucks? Big ones right away.
Load them with Santa Claus mail and deliver it...
to Mr. Kringle at the courthouse.
Let somebody else worry about it, huh?
[Singing] Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
GAILEY: Kris, I'm afraid I've got bad news for you.
I've tried every way to get some competent authority.
I've wired the governor, the mayor. I even...
KRIS: This is worth more to me...
than all the governors and mayors in the world.
MARRAH: It's all over. Look at him.
He hasn't got a thing.
MARRAH: And furthermore, the defense has yet to offer...
one concrete piece of evidence...
to substantiate this preposterous claim.
Not one authoritative proof that this man is Santa Claus.
In view of these facts...
and especially since today is Christmas Eve...
we're, naturally, all anxious to get home...
I ask that you sign the commitment papers...
without further delay.
have you anything further to offer?
Yes, I have, Your Honor.
I'd like to submit the following facts in evidence.
It concerns the Post Office Department...
an official agency of the United States government.
"The Post Office Department was created...
"by the Second Continental Congress...
"on July 26, 1776.
"The first postmaster general was Benjamin Franklin.
"The Post Office...
"is one of the world's largest business concerns.
"Last year, under Robert Hannigan...
"it did a gross business of $1,112,877,174."
We're all gratified to know...
the Post Office is doing nicely...
but it hardly has any bearing on this case.
It has a great deal, Your Honor, if I may be allowed to proceed.
By all means, Mr. Gailey.
Your Honor, the figures I have just quoted...
indicate an efficiently run organization.
United States postal laws and regulations...
make it a criminal offense to willfully misdirect mail...
or intentionally deliver it to the wrong party.
the Department uses every possible precaution.
The state of New York admires the Post Office.
It is efficient, authoritative, and prosperous.
We're happy to concede Mr. Gailey's claims.
GAILEY: For the record?
MARRAH: For the record. Anything to get this case going.
GAILEY: Then I want to introduce this evidence.
I'll take them, please.
GAILEY: I have three letters addressed simply "Santa Claus."
No other address whatsoever.
Yet these were just now delivered to Mr. Kringle...
by bona fide employees of the Post Office.
I offer them as positive proof that...
MARRAH: Uh, three letters are hardly positive proof.
I understand the Post Office receives thousands of these.
GAILEY: I have further exhibits, but I hesitate to produce them.
MARRAH: We'll be very happy to see them.
Yes, yes. Produce them, Mr. Gailey.
Put them here on my desk.
But, Your Honor...
HARPER: Put them here on the desk.
Put them here.
GAILEY: Yes, Your Honor.
MARRAH: Your Honor!
every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus.
The Post Office has delivered them.
Therefore, the Post Office...
a branch of the federal government...
recognizes this man, Kris Kringle...
to be the one-and-only Santa Claus!
Since the United States government...
declares this man to be Santa Claus...
this court will not dispute it.
MARRAH: I've got to get that football helmet!
KRIS: Thank you so much, Your Honor...
and a very merry Christmas to you.
Thank you, Mr. Kringle, and the same to you.
KRIS: I had to wait to tell you.
I got your note. It made me very happy.
DORIS: Oh, I'm so glad.
We're having a big Christmas party...
at the Brooks' Home tomorrow morning.
Breakfast, a beautiful tree.
I'd like to have you and Susan.
Oh, thank you.
There's no one I'd rather spend Christmas with.
Would you like to come to dinner tonight?
KRIS: Tonight? Oh, I can't.
It's Christmas Eve.
DORIS: Oh, I forgot.
[Big band Christmas music playing on record player]
KRIS: Oh, my dear sir...
you know my assistant Alfred, Mr. Macy?
MACY: Merry Christmas, Alfred.
ALFRED: Mr. Macy!
DORIS: Hello, Alfred.
PIERCE: Kris, all I can say is the state supreme court...
declared you to be Santa Claus...
and personally and professionally...
I agree with them.
DORIS: But there are lots of presents there for you.
SUZIE: Not the one I wanted.
Not the one Mr. Kringle was going to get for me.
DORIS: Well, what was that?
SUZIE: It doesn't matter. I didn't get it.
I knew it wouldn't be here...
but I thought there'd be a letter.
KRIS: I don't suppose you even want to talk to me.
DORIS: Something about a present.
KRIS: Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Suzie.
I tried my best, but...
SUZIE: You couldn't get it because you're not Santa.
You're just a nice old man with whiskers...
like my mother said...
and I shouldn't have believed you.
DORIS: I was wrong when I told you that.
You must believe in Mr. Kringle and keep right on doing it.
You must have faith in him.
SUZIE: But he didn't get me the...
That doesn't make sense, Mommy.
DORIS: Faith is believing in things...
when common sense tells you not to.
DORIS: Just because things don't turn out...
the way you want them to the first time...
you've still got to believe in people.
I found that out.
SUZIE: You mean like...
"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again"?
SUZIE: I thought so.
GAILEY: May I drive you home?
DORIS: Thank you.
KRIS: If you'll go this way, you'll miss a lot of traffic.
You go along Maplewood until you've come to Ashley...
I believe. I believe. It's silly, but I believe.
GAILEY: Thanks, Kris. Merry Christmas.
KRIS: Merry Christmas to you.
And to you, my dear, and many of them.
Good-bye, my dear.
ALFRED: Good-bye, Mrs. Walker.
DORIS: Good-bye, Alfred.
KRIS: Good-bye, Suzie.
DORIS: This must be the turn here.
That's right. Ashley.
Now you go straight for four blocks.
I believe. I believe.
Stop, Uncle Fred! Stop!
Suzie, where are you going?
GAILEY: What is she doing?
- Suzie! - Suzie!
GAILEY: Suzie, where are you?
SUZIE: I'm upstairs!
DORIS: You shouldn't run around in other people's houses.
You know better than that.
SUZIE: But this is my house, the one I asked Mr. Kringle for.
It is! I know it is!
My room upstairs is like I knew it would be!
You were right, Mommy.
Mommy said if things don't turn out right at first...
you've still got to believe.
I kept believing. You were right, Mommy!
Mr. Kringle is Santa Claus!
DORIS: Where are you going?
SUZIE: To see if there's a swing!
There is one! There is one!
GAILEY: You told her that?
The sign outside said it's for sale.
We can't let her down.
DORIS: I never really doubted you.
It was just my silly common sense.
GAILEY: It even makes sense to believe in me now.
I must be a pretty good lawyer.
I take a little old man...
and legally prove that he's Santa Claus.
Now, you know that...
DORIS: Oh, no. It can't be.
It must have been left by the people that moved out.
Maybe I didn't do such a wonderful thing after all.
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