Miracle on 34th Street Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Miracle on 34th Street Script



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!




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.




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...




You're on float number three.



You're on the Pilgrim float.



You're on the pirate float.

You follow the van.




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.




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   st 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?




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.




Black with a little cream.



Wake me up

when the parade starts.




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]




He's the best we've ever had...



and he didn't need any padding.



DORIS: What?



He didn't need padding.

Where did you find him?



DORIS: I just turned round,

and there he was.




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.




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...



Mrs. Walker!



[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    yard line.




He's so very fond of Susan.



When he asked me,

I didn't think you'd mind.




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?



GAILEY: Jack...






"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.



[Doorbell buzzes]



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.




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  :  .



GAILEY: Thanks.



Suzie, honey,

you asked just right.



I'll see you at  :  .



- 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!




a   -pound turkey.



I had my daughter and her kids

over for dinner yesterday.



SHELLHAMMER: There you are.



KRIS: Good morning.




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.



You understand?



KRIS: I certainly do.




You memorize that list...



Oh, no.  :  .



When you've finished,

come up to the seventh floor.



I'll be waiting for you.



KRIS: Lmagine...



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.




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.



KRIS: Mm-hmm.



- 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.



I promise.



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.




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  .  . 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.




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.



Merry Christmas.






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.



It's wonderful.



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.



Merry Christmas!



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.



KRIS: Really?



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.



Hello, Mother.



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.




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.




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]



[Speaking Dutch]



[Singing in Dutch]



DORIS: Now do you understand?



SUZIE: Yes, I see what

you mean, Mother.



DORIS: Good.



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.



SUZIE: Second.



I mean your real name.



That is my real name.

Second grade?




It's a progressive school.




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   % 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.



KRIS: Good-bye.




I'm sorry, Mr., uh... Mr...



KRIS: Kringle.



DORIS: I'm sorry, but we're

going to have to make a change.



KRIS: Change?



DORIS: The Santa Claus

that we had two years ago...



is back in town,

and I feel we owe it to him...




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




I can't say that I approve

of your not consulting...



the advertising department




but in the face of this

tremendous public response...



I can't be angry with you.



- What's he talking about?

- Tell you later.




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.




messages, telephone calls.



The governor's wife,

the mayor's wife...



over     thankful parents...




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.




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.




Thank you, Mr. Macy.



MACY: Tell that Santa

I won't forget him, either.






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.




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.




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.




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    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.




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.



Good night.



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?



George Washington.



Who was vice president

under John Quincy Adams?



Daniel D. Tompkins.



I'll bet your Mr. Sawyer

doesn't know that.



Good night.



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...   .



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...




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.




You may go out that way.



And it may

interest you to know...



that I've been happily

married for    years.



Really? Delighted to hear it.






Get me Mrs. Walker.



Yes, sir. Your wife's on    .



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.




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.




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.




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




of him becoming violent

or getting into trouble...




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.




That would solve everything.



They could steer him away

from trouble.




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.




In that case, he can stay.



PIERCE: Good. Thank you.



DORIS: It's the seventh floor,

and thank you very much.



- Bye, Doctor.

- Bye.




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  :  .



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.



They do?



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?



Oh, sure.



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  th 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!



Eeek erp!



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.




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.



[Suzie chattering]



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.




Oh, yes, just a moment.



It's a Mr. Shellhammer.



DORIS: Thanks.



Hello, Mr. Shellhammer.



Yes. Just a moment.



Mrs. Shellhammer

wants to talk to you.



I made the martinis




and she feels wonderful.



Here, my pet.












SHELLHAMMER: No, no. No, dear.




Thank you, darling.










No, no, dear. There.




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.




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-  s.



But this isn't like

a locomotive or a B-  .



It's awful big

for a little girl like you.



What could you do

with a house like this?




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.




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.




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?




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.




I need some more Wanamakers.




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.

 .  .



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




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.



One more.



That's fine.



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.




I'll make up the difference.



MACY: Buy it through the store.

Get   % 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,







Do you happen

to have a spare piece?



SUZIE: Mm-hmm.



Well, here goes.



[Loud pop]






- 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?




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?



ALFRED: Seventeen.



KRIS: Seventeen.



Doesn't seem you've had time

to be guilty of anything...



except overeating.



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?




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.



KRIS: Yes.



What else has he found

wrong with you, Alfred?



Anything else?



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.




Why are you busting in here?




Are you a licensed psychiatrist?




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.




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: Yes.



- 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    %.



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!




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.




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?




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  :  .



I want to tell him

about something.



SHELLHAMMER: You'll be back

in plenty of time.



There's a car waiting




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.






CABBY: Where to?



SAWYER: Bellevue.



KRIS: Bellevue?!



Did she know about this?




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.






Yes. Yes.



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.







To see the new patient.



- Thanks.

- Not at all.



GAILEY: Hello, Kris.



KRIS: Fred.



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?




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.




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.




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]



Come in.



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.




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   :  .



GAILEY: Thank you. Good day.



Thank you.



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.




Regarding this Kringle matter...



We're very anxious

to avoid any publicity.



GAILEY: Naturally.



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.




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.




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.




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.



CHILDREN: Grandma!









MRS. HARPER: Good night, Terry.



Good night, Alice.



Now, straight to bed.



I promised your mother

you'd be in bed by  :  ...



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?



ALICE: Hmmph!



TERRY: Hmmph!



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.




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.



[Gavel pounds]



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.




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.



Mr. Kringle...



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?



Kris Kringle.



Where do you live?



That's what this hearing

will decide.



[Audience laughing]



[Gavel pounding]



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.



Thank you.




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!



[Gavel banging]



[Doorbell buzzes]



[Doorbell buzzes]



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.




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.




If Haislip feels that way...



so will every other law firm.



GAILEY: I'm sure they will.

I'll open my own office.




What kind of cases will you get?



GAILEY: Probably people like

Kris who are being bullied.



That's the only fun in law




If you believe in me

and have faith in me...



everything will...



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.




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!




I guess I expected too much.




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.



Hello, Kris.



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?



MACY: Yes.



GAILEY: You believe him to be

of sound mind?



MACY: I certainly do.




Mr. Macy, you're under oath.



You really believe

this man is Santa Claus?



Well, I...



Well, he gives

every indication...



MARRAH: Do you really believe

he's Santa Claus?



MACY: I do.



MARRAH: You do?



GAILEY: That's all.



[Gavel pounding]



MACY: Psychologist!



Where'd you graduate from,

a correspondence school?



You're fired.



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.




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...



All right.



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...



union 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!




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?




If Your Honor pleases, I can.



Will Thomas Marrah

please take the stand?



MARRAH: Who, me?



GAILEY: Thomas Marrah, Jr.



Hello, Daddy.



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.



[Audience laughing]



HARPER: Proceed, Mr. Gailey.




Do you believe in Santa Claus?



TOMMY: Sure I do.



He gave me a brand-new

flexible flyer sled last year.




And what does he look like?




There he is, sitting there.



Your Honor, I protest!






GAILEY: Tell me, Tommy...



why are you so sure

there's a Santa Claus?




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.



Good-bye, Daddy.






Your Honor...



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,  :  .




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,




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!



LOU: Yeah?



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       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?




Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells



Jingle all the way



Hello, Kris.



KRIS: Fred.



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...




This is worth more to me...



than all the governors

and mayors in the world.




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.



Mr. Gailey...



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        .



"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 $          ."



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




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.




We'll be very happy to see them.



Yes, yes.

Produce them, Mr. Gailey.



Put them here on my desk.



But, Your Honor...




Put them here on the desk.



Put them here.



GAILEY: Yes, Your Honor.



[Pounding gavel]



MARRAH: Your Honor!



Your Honor!



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




declares this man

to be Santa Claus...



this court will not dispute it.



Case dismissed.



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.



Thank 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.



KRIS: Bye.



[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.



Mr. Macy!



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.




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.




But he didn't get me the...



That doesn't make sense, Mommy.




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.




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!



Stop! Stop!



DORIS: Suzie!






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?




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.




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.



GAILEY: Maybe.



Maybe I didn't do such

a wonderful thing after all.




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