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to eat anything of what I left you last
night, you're going to have to eat all

of this now, Jonathan.

All of it.

Because I'm not made out of tuna, you
know.

Boy, there you are, living in the lap of
luxury.

I'm going to be out there doing some
high -class pandering.

For a worthy cause.

For a worthy cause. Eat them.

Eat them up. Eat them up.

Mrs. Munson has been here 17 years. And
Mrs. Disher's been here 12 years. And

Mr. Rigolini's been here 15 years.

And now you're being evicted. And now
we're being evicted.

60 days notice and goodbye. What kind of
a world is it where something like this

can happen?

And at Christmas, too.

Sounds like something out of Dickens.
Well, it's not Dickens. It's Rollins,

owner. And here comes Mr. Rollins now.

Sir?

Sir, you serve legal notice on these
tenants to evict them from the building

where they live.

in order to demolish it so your company
can construct a parking garage on this

site? Is that a question or what? I'd
like to point out Mr. Rollins has come

here today to offer a very generous cash
settlement. What good are a couple of

dollars when you don't have a place to
sleep?

Where you go, madam, is not my problem.
What Mr. Rollins means is that the tax

dollars generated by the structure to be
built on this site will help provide

the type of housing these people so
desperately need.

Percy continues as the demonstration...
Damn it, stop shoving me. Get out of my

way. Well, get out of my way then.

Now, you see what kind of a man this is?
Look, I didn't mean to push him for

heaven's sake.

Let's go, Mr. Rawlinson.

That potential for violence we remarked
on earlier, Tom, has just been

transformed... Mr. McCabe, are you all
right? I'm fine.

I'm fine.

...and the man who's trying to evict
these tenants.

God bless you, merry gentlemen, let
nothing you dismay.

Remember Christ our Savior was born on
Christmas Day to save us all from

Satan's power when we were gone astray.
Oh, die in the comfort and joy of the

Lord. Merry Christmas, Santa!

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a public
relations triumph, I can tell you that.

The headlines read, Scrooge hit Santa
Claus.

Yeah, well, first thing tomorrow
morning, I'm gonna start looking for a

replacement for Carl Lang.

Oh, I'm gonna have to wait till after
the first of the year.

At least by then, all this Christmas
stuff will be out of the way, thank God.

When are you coming back?

We have an appointment with the
Rasmussen people tomorrow morning at 9

Okay. I'll see you then.

What

the

hell?

What are you doing here? How'd you get
in here?

Hey, what?

Get out of here!

Mr. Harris, I thought you were still in
Savannah.

Oh, I drove up early to beat the rush.

Is the old man in yet? You beat him,
too.

You're back.

Oh, hey, I saw that Santa Claus fight on
TV.

Shrewd PR move, Carl.

Don't touch anything.

Call the police.

You're going to have to stop being so
fussy about what you read or we'll have

find you a rich owner.

Yeah.

Walk right in. Everybody else does.

You call McCabe?

That's right.

We're police officers, Mr. McCabe.

We'd like to know where you were between
the hours of nine and midnight last

night. I was right here being stabbed by
some burglar.

I was going to call you guys up, but I
figured why bother.

Emergency hospital reported?

They confirmed that you were cut on the
chest.

Where were you last night, Tom?

Right here.

Anybody able to corroborate that?

Yeah, the guy that stabbed me asked him.

Can you prove you were here?

What do you mean, can I prove it? What
is this?

We have reason to believe you may have
been elsewhere at the time.

What?

You know Mr. Alan Rollins?

No. He's the owner of this building.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. He's the guy that
knocked me down. Right outside.

Was on TV.

Wanted to get even, did you, Tom?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Somebody killed him last night.

He was bludgeoned to death by a
paperweight.

Got cut by Rollins' letter opener in the
process.

Wasn't me.

Your fingerprints are on the letter
opener, Tom.

Bob. Yeah?

This was in the trash.

What is that?

Some papers with Rollins' letterhead on
it.

Appears to be an eviction proceeding.

Even has a signature on it.

I never saw that before. What is this,
some kind of frame?

You go get your coat and I'll read you
your rights, Tom.

Merry Christmas, Vance. Merry Christmas.

I'm going to miss you, in a way.

You going somewhere?

Well, the offices are closed for the
holidays, right?

Yeah, but that sounds like goodbye.
You're coming by the house for Christmas

dinner, aren't you? Oh, Ben, I'd really
love to, but me and Cicely are headed

for Vermont.

Vermont? It's a veritable winter
wonderland, Ben.

Snow, Ben.

Snow sleds and snowmen and snow
frolicking. And then inside for the

warmth.

Warm hot rum toddies.

Warm fireplace.

Warm.

Sicily warming me.

You're not getting my drip. How old are
you?

I get it.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, baby.
Merry Christmas.

Tyler, this is for you.

Oh, thank you.

Have a good trip.

You too. Okay.

You too what?

Oh, I wanted to tell you I've just been
invited to spend Christmas in

Philadelphia.

Invited?

Yeah, my friends.

These are for you, and you can't open
them until Christmas morning.

Well, what about your present? I'll get
it when I come back.

Oh. And I'll spend New Year's Day with
you. I'll even watch the Rose Bowl with

you. Okay.

Daddy, I'll call you Christmas morning.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, have a good trip. And don't worry
about me. All right, Daddy. Thanks.

Bye. Bye.

Oh, Sarah.

Merry Christmas to you, Charlene. Have
fun. Thanks.

Ben. Are you going to Hong Kong?

No, I'm not going anywhere.

There is a lady out here to see you.
Merry Christmas.

My name is Mrs. Spellman. I represent
the tenants committee for our building,

and we'd like you to represent Mr.
McCabe.

Who? Mr. McCabe.

He's the gentleman in our building.
Well, this time of year he plays Santa

Claus.

He was arrested for murdering our
landlord?

Oh, yeah.

Well, we'd like you to represent him.

Sarah? Now, we know that you're
expensive, so we're prepared to pay a

of our pension checks and Social
Security until such time as the bill is

full, providing it's reasonable.

Sarah? Now, there is one thing you
should know.

None of us are that crazy about him.
He's not very pleasant.

In fact, sometimes he's really very
unpleasant.

Sarah? But there was this one time when
these young hoodlums, they were trying

to rob some of the old people, and,
well, he chased them right away.

Inside, he's a good man.

But I think the police feel they have a
pretty strong case against him. But he

didn't do it.

Now, there is one condition.

He must never know that we hired you.

He wouldn't accept it, so don't tell
him.

Now, his full name is Thomas Bartlett
McCabe.

And I guess that about covers it.

So, we're in business.

Well? On behalf of the tenants in our
building, I want to thank you for taking

Mr. McCabe's case.

Well, once again...

Merry Christmas.

That's a nice dress.

Thank you.

Did you call me a while ago?

Kind of.

Oh, I was down the hall. I'm sorry.

What'd you want?

I forget.

Where are you going?

To see Santa Claus.

Mr. McCabe.

Still got on your uniform, I see.

Only warm clothes I got.

You the lawyer?

That's right.

We're gonna cop a plea.

Is that what you want?

Why not?

Well, you told the police you're
innocent.

I am.

Just why does that make any difference?

Well, it might make a big difference if
a person's innocent.

What do you care?

It's my job.

Well, let me see if I can get you out of
here.

This time of year, this is no place for
Santa Claus.

Your Honor, I respectfully request the
court to take into consideration that

defendant has needed steady employment,
more roots in the community, and to deny

bail.

Your Honor, I don't think it's quite
fair for the prosecution to say that my

client has no steady employment.

It's not his fault that being Santa
Claus is seasonal work.

Your Honor, it's bad enough that Mr.
Matlock dressed his client up in this

costume. The state strongly objects to
us trying to milk the sentiments of the

season. Well, the court will try to keep
its sentiments in check.

Nevertheless, Mr. Matlock, this is a
legal proceeding.

Of course, Your Honor.

And I will make no further reference to
the fact that my clients symbolically

represent the spirit of loving
generosity the world so sorely needs at

of year.

Certainly, though, the court could see
its way clear to take judicial notice of

this spirit and tradition as it
determines the appropriate bail.

Besides, he needs time to get his sleigh
ready.

Uh -huh.

Bail is set at $10 ,000.

Now, can we have a preliminary hearing
on the 21st?

No, I'm sorry, Your Honor. It's not good
for me.

What about the 23rd?

Prosecution will be ready.

Mr. Matlock?

The day before Christmas Eve seems
appropriate.

All right. The 23rd, 9 a .m., this
department.

And defendant is cautioned not to leave
the city of Atlanta.

Not even to go to the North Pole, Mr.
Matlock.

Of course you are.

I suppose I should thank you.

Proudly.

May we have the next case on the
calendar, please?

Well, we're still a few days behind
because of that phony scaffolding, but

catching up.

What about you? How'd the eviction go?

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a public
relations triumph, I can tell you that.

Triumph? Sounds to me like a complete
disaster.

The headlines read, Scrooge hits Santa
Claus.

Rollins tape all his calls?

Been getting threats because of that
eviction.

What do you got on my client?

Motive. His fingerprints on the letter
opener found on the floor. No alibi.

Guard downstairs saw him enter. Nothing
much.

The guard downstairs said he saw
somebody dressed as Santa Claus enter.

He was limping like your guy.

A police report said the lights were out
when you got here. Is that right?

Yes.

Well, did Rollins work in the dark?

Or did the murderer turn the lights out
before he left?

Oh, he dusted the light plate. No
prints, if that's what you're thinking.

No. No, I just wonder why he bothered to
turn them out.

Maybe he wanted to conserve energy.

Or maybe he did it so the body wouldn't
be found until the next morning.

I thought we'd find you here.

Hi.

Give me a minute, Bob. Sure.

I thought the two of you were going on
vacation.

Well, I talked it over with Cicely, and
we decided to change our flight

reservations to Christmas Eve.

Why?

The feeling most commonly associated
with Christmas.

Guilt.

You too?

Yeah, me too.

Strong motivation?

I checked the evidence in police
property, and McCabe's fingerprints are

over the letter opener.

I wonder why they weren't on the
paperweight that was used to bludgeon

Tom McCabe said he struggled with his
attacker, and that would explain how his

prints got on the letter opener.

Well, then, how did he get back into
Rollins' office?

All right, I talked to Rollins'
secretary, and according to her, besides

herself, there was only...

Three other people that were in the
office at the next one that had a chance

bring it back.

And that would be Paulson, Harris, and
Lang.

I think it must be one of those three.

Place to start.

This is a very lovely bracelet.

The diamond and sapphires are perfectly
matched in a platinum setting.

Oh, pretty.

Yes, it's one of a kind.

Oh, really?

That's too bad.

See, I need three of them.

Identical.

Oh, I see.

Well... I think I might have precisely
what you're looking for. Good, thank

Three identical bracelets.

So you don't have to remember which lady
got what.

Who are you?

Charlene Matlock.

Dan Paulson.

Nice to meet you.

I'm an attorney representing Mr. McCabe.
Your assistant told me I could find you

in here doing some Christmas shopping.

Real bloodhound, aren't you?

I wanted to ask you where you were when
Rawlins was killed.

You think I did it?

I didn't say that.

But you are executive vice president of
this whole shooting match.

Now that Roland's gone, you are next in
line to take over.

Believe me, I outmaneuver people to get
ahead in business.

I don't murder them.

You still haven't answered my question.

Oh, yes. You want my alibi.

I was home.

Alone.

Tell you what.

Let me finish my shopping, and then
we'll have dinner tonight, and you can

me out to your heart's content.

What do you say?

Let's make it lunch tomorrow, and I'll
pick the place.

Perfect.

All right.

I'll call you in your office in the
morning.

Bye.

Sounds to me like a disaster.

The headline's red.

Screws. It's me on the phone with Mr.
Rollins.

Oh.

You were in Savannah the night of the
murder. Right.

What were you doing in Savannah, Mr.
Harris, if you don't mind my asking? No,

not at all.

We're building a shopping mall there,
and I spend a couple of days a week on

site. It's one of the less thrilling
aspects of my job.

Listen, um, this is a little creepy.
Could we talk in my office?

Sure.

Where do you stay when you're in
Savannah?

The corporation has an apartment near
the site.

Is that where you were the night that
you spoke with Mr. Rollins?

Mm -hmm.

Just a few minutes before he was killed,
I understand.

Anybody see you there?

Afraid not.

I went to bed early.

Alone.

That call you were listening to came
from there. You can check with the phone

company. I'll do that.

I wouldn't want you to think... Mark.

Oh. Excuse me. This is my wife, Annie.

Ben Matlock.

Mr. Matlock's defending the man who's
accused of murdering Alan.

Well, what's he doing here?

Oh, well, I'll be leaving.

Nice to have met you, Miss Harris.

We'll talk.

Mr. Lang?

That's right.

It's a terrible shame what happened to
Mr. Rollins.

Think so?

Well, don't you?

Well, maybe you don't. After all that
bad publicity over the eviction, you

have been worried about unemployment.

You're real cute.

Anybody ever tell you that?

No, but they told me that you're one of
the people that found his body.

Listen, I already gave a statement to
the homicide detective.

Well, I'm not a cop.

I'm a private investigator and I'm
working on behalf of Mr. McCabe. Yeah,

who's he? He's the one the cops think
did it. Oh, and you're here trying to

prove he didn't? I just want to find out
what is happening.

Good luck.

Excuse me.

Well, where were you that night about
nine o 'clock?

I was here playing basketball.

And your buddies will back you up on
that, of course.

Sure.

Now beat it.

I'll talk to you again.

I can hardly wait.

Everybody go!

Goodbye. Well,

we better go.

Okay. Thanks.

Where have you been? I spent the night
in the gymnasium. That's where I've

Why don't you try spending the night at
home once in a while?

Age hasn't softened you, has it?

Carl Lang ditched me.

He and his buddies locked me in a gym.
Now, I could have sat there, lonely, mad

as hell at you for getting me back into
this godforsaken business, but no.

Being the highly trained, resourceful
operative that I am, I turned the night

into an advantage.

What'd you find out?

Lang lied.

He wasn't shooting hoops the night of
the murder.

I'd found the records of the game. He
wasn't there.

Where was he?

I don't know yet.

He might be our man.

Stay with him.

Tyler, I'm... I'm sorry about tonight in
the gymnasium.

See, I have softened some.

Great. Merry Christmas. Same to you.
Merry Christmas. I'm making the avocado.

I hope you like it.

Terrific.

Oh, that's Mr. Ferguson, up in 3A.

He turned on his water.

Um... Don't you think you're overdoing
this just a bit?

It's lunch.

My choice.

Who's serving dessert, Tiny Tim?

Here we are.

I hope you like it. Great.

You know, this is very Nouvelle.

It's all they can afford.

Delicious. Oh, thank you.

Cold, isn't it?

Mrs. Spellman, would you mind turning up
the heat?

What heat?

Okay, okay.

I get the point.

Can we go now?

One more stop.

Mrs. Ross's apartment upstairs, 2B.

You go ahead. The door is open.

I'll just stay and thank Mrs. Spellman.

Then can we go to lunch?

Thanks again.

Oh, anytime.

Ow!

Now what?

You don't have an... alibi for the night
of the murder, Mr. Paulson.

We had to know if you'd ever been in Mr.
McCabe's apartment.

I wasn't. I know.

Whoever the killer was knows where the
light switch is and you don't.

God bless you. Thank you.

Some cold you got?

It's not a cold. I'm allergic to cats.

Are you satisfied?

Excuse me.

John,

I've got to go to work, old boy.

You travel a lot, I'll say that.

What do you mean?

There's no pictures.

I got nothing much I want to remember.

You know, I knew a fellow once.

He was a welder.

He goes off to Korea and gets himself
all shot up. So when he comes home, he

can't get a job.

Wife runs off with another man.

You know what he does to answer his
problems?

He robs a bank.

So I got a record.

So what?

What's your point, Matlock?

The point is feeling sorry for yourself
will get you in trouble.

I don't feel sorry for myself.

I'll take the world as it comes.

How's that?

Nobody does anything for anyone but
themselves.

See you in a little bit.

I got to tell you something, Tom, and I
don't mean to disillusion you.

I'm not getting rich off your cake.

I'm your bit for society, Ben. A little
charity is good for the soul.

I'll take over from here, son.

That's right, Tom. I do this every year.

I go out and find the nastiest,
hatefulest, meanest person in town, and

represent him. Makes me feel good.

This year, you're in.

Merry Christmas, and I'll see you in
court.

Lieutenant Brooks, I show you People's
Exhibit 4, and I ask if you recognize

Yes, it has my initials. Where was it
found?

On the floor of Alan Rollins' office.

Were any fingerprints found on it? Yes.

Anything else?

Yes, traces of what appeared to be dried
blood.

Your Honor, for the purposes of this
preliminary hearing, defense counsel has

already stipulated that the fingerprints
found match those of the defendant.

And that type O bloodstains were
identified by forensic to be on the

Defendant's blood type has previously
been admitted to be type O as well.

Lieutenant Brooks, I show you a legal
file of eviction notices marked People's

Exhibit 9 and identified as being
missing from the deceased's office.

Did you find these documents?

Yes, I did.

Where? In Mr. McCabe's apartment.

Thank you.

I have no further questions of this
witness, Your Honor.

Mr. Badlock?

No questions, Your Honor.

You may step down. Your Honor, I call
Mr. Duke Mitchell to the stand.

Mr. Mitchell, you're the security guard
in the building where Alan Rollins has

his corporate offices, is that correct?

Yes, sir, it is.

And you were on duty in the lobby the
night of the murder?

Yes, sir, I was.

At approximately 8 .50 that night, did
someone enter the building and go up to

Alan Rollins' offices?

Yes, sir. Was that person dressed as
Santa Claus?

Yes, sir.

It's probably tough to tell one Santa
Claus from another Santa Claus. Yes,

So you probably couldn't give a specific
identification, could you?

No, sir, I could not.

But did you notice anything special
about this particular Santa Claus?

Yes. What was that?

He limped.

Your Honor, at this time, the state
requests that the court take judicial

that the defendant, Mr. Tom McCabe,
walks with a conspicuous limp.

No objection, Your Honor. It's fact.

No further questions.

Cross -examine?

Mr. Mitchell, I congratulate you on your
powers of observation.

Thank you, sir.

I imagine it gets pretty quiet down in
that lobby after everybody goes home.

Oh, yeah.

So I imagine you pay particular
attention when somebody comes in. Oh,

Enough attention to tell us which leg
Santa Claus limped on. Oh, yes, it was

right leg.

Oh, kind of like this.

Oh, yes, sir, exactly like that.

This is working out real good.

Mr. McKay, would you please stand and
walk across the courtroom?

Good. Now, did the man you see the night
of the murder limp on the same leg as

Mr. McCabe?

Objection, Your Honor.

It's an improper demonstration.

Anyone can fake a limp. That's right,
Your Honor, and someone did.

But not Mr. McCabe.

At this time, I'd like to place into
evidence these medical

records, which show that in 1952, in the
Korean War...

Mr. McCabe received several shrapnel
wounds in his left leg and has been

disabled ever since.

Exhibit has received an evidence.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Mitchell, I ask you again.

Did the man you saw the night of the
murder limp on the same leg as Mr.

No, sir, he did not.

Thank you, Mr. Mitchell, for being an
honest man.

No further questions.

You may step down.

Your Honor, new evidence has just come
to our attention. We beg the court's

indulgence for a recess.

Very well.

Court will reconvene at 9 a .m.
tomorrow.

Mr. Lang.

You again.

Me again. And this time I brought my
attorney.

Ben Medlar? Carl Lang.

May we come in?

Of course.

Man, this must cost an arm and a leg.

How many bedrooms?

Just one.

How about we skip the small talk, cut
straight to the chase?

Get to the point.

Oh, okay.

Mr. Lang, whoever killed Mr. Rollins
framed my client by planting the letter

opener in the office before the police
arrived.

Now... The guard said that nobody else
entered the building that night.

So it had to have been done the next
morning. You were one of the people who

found him. You had the opportunity since
you weren't playing basketball the

night of the murder.

You lied about your whereabouts.

So I lied.

Can Mrs. Harris supply you with an
alibi?

He was with me.

Uh, Ms. Hess?

This is Tyler Hudson, an investigator.
He saw you arrive earlier.

You'll testify that you were here with
Mr. Lang the night of the murder?

Yes. Leave her out of this. How long has
this relationship been going on?

I said leave her out of this.

Almost a year.

Ever since Mark started going to
Savannah.

Does he know?

He knows something, I guess.

He's been questioning all my friends.

He has to know.

Does he know who?

No.

Well, I know you have a million things
to do, so we'll go.

A million things to do, huh? Well,
Christmas shopping.

You know, it could be Mark Harris
thought Alan Rawlings was seeing his

Mr. Rollins had a reputation as a
player.

He's the one who sent Mr. Harris out of
town every week. Yeah, well, that's a

nice motive, but he was supposed to be
in Savannah.

That's right.

He was supposed to be in Savannah.

Thinking?

Waiting.

Yes. Ed, this will just take a minute.

Sarah, would you get me Tyler at that
number in Savannah?

All right.

What are you up to?

Watch.

It's ringing.

Charlene, that's your private line.

Hello?

Charlene?

Dad.

I think we got him.

Mr. Harris.

You're currently supervising the
construction of a shopping center in

and you go there on Wednesday nights. Is
that correct?

Yes. So you were in Savannah in the
corporation's apartment the night Alan

Rollins was murdered.

Yes. In fact, you placed a call to Mr.
Rollins from that apartment that night.

Yes. And you knew the call was taped
because Mr. Rollins taped all his calls.

Yes, I did know that.

Your Honor, at this time, I would like
the actual tape recording of that

conversation marked Defendant Exhibit G
for identification.

It'll be marked.

Mr. Harris, did you place any other
calls from Savannah that night? Did you

your wife?

No, I did not.

Any particular reason?

She wouldn't have been at home.

My wife is taking an extension course at
Baxter University.

She attends classes Wednesday nights
because that's the night I'm out of

Would Miss Ruth Bennett please stand?

You recognize that young lady?

Yes.

Isn't it true she's a fellow student of
your wife's and you met with her a month

ago to discuss your wife's attendance to
class?

Yes. And your wife has missed quite a
few classes, true?

Yes. Actually, you learned that your
wife has not attended any classes

night or any other night, true?

Objection. Calls for hearsay.

Overruled.

It's not for the truth, but what he
heard.

You may answer.

Yes, that's true.

Mr. Harris, we're talking about a rather
beautiful woman here.

has been lying to her husband about her
whereabouts.

Isn't it true you thought she was having
an affair?

No. But wasn't it your employer, Mr.
Rollins, who sent you out of town to

Savannah every week?

Yes.

And wasn't Mr.

Rollins frequently out of his own office
on Wednesday nights?

I wouldn't know.

And didn't Mr. Rollins have a reputation
of being something of a ladies' man?

I don't know about that.

Didn't you draw the obvious conclusion
that your wife was having an affair with

Alan Rollins? No, I did not.

Objection.

Relevancy. Sustained.

For what it's worth, your wife was not
having an affair with Alan Rollins.

She was having an affair with Carl Lang.

Objection. Mrs. Harris's love life is
completely irrelevant to the case at

I think it's motive, Your Honor. I think
it's motive for a jealous husband to

commit murder on the mistaken belief
that his wife was sleeping with the

Sustained.

Mr. Harris, the night of the murder, you
knew Alan Rollins had to be in his

office preparing documents for a very
important meeting the next day, did you

not? I suppose so. But you contend you
were in Savannah the night of the murder

and that you called Alan Rollins from
the corporation's apartment.

Yes.

This is a bill from that phone in
Savannah.

And as you say...

A call was placed that night to Mr.
Rollins in his office in Atlanta.

Made it one minute to nine, lasting
almost three minutes at a cost of 74

Now, that had me stumped for a while,
Mr. Harris. I couldn't figure it out.

And then I remembered call forwarding.

One of those marvelous services the
phone company offers that permits

subscribers to place a call from one
location.

and have it sent through another.

So I checked the bill from your private
phone in your office in Atlanta, which

is just down the hall from Mr.

Rollins.

And a call was placed from that number,
forwarded through the number in

Savannah, at one minute to nine, lasting
almost three minutes, at a cost of 74

cents.

Your Honor, defense offers that tape.

Defendant... Exhibit G, into evidence,
and ask that it be played.

Exhibit received in evidence.

Proceed.

Now, Mr. Harris, what do you hear?

What about you? How'd the eviction go?

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a public
relationship. My voice, Allen's.

Anything else? Sounds to me like a
complete disaster.

The headlines read... Let's listen
again, a little bit louder.

a public relations triumph. What is that
in the background?

Sounds to me like a disaster.

Listen to it one more time.

Louder still.

Eviction go.

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a public
relations triumph.

I can tell you that.

Sounds like a clock chiming to me.

Have you heard what it sounds like to
you?

Scrooge. I suppose so, yes.

Now, Mr. Harris.

Recognize this clock?

Clock's from your office, isn't it?

Yes. Isn't it true you placed that call
from your office?

Isn't it true you set the phone in
Savannah to forward all calls to Alan

Rollins' private line?

And after you spoke with him for a few
moments, from your office in Atlanta,

forwarded through the phone in
Savannah...

You walked down the hall into his office
and you killed him.

No.

Well, listen to the chime.

The chime's in this clock.

Match.

The chimes on the tape.

You did place that call from your
office.

You did kill Alan Rollins for having an
affair with your wife.

But you killed the wrong man.

Your Honor, in light of the evidence and
in the interest of justice, the people

move to dismiss.

Motion granted.

Case dismissed.

Court is adjourned.

I owe you. Not me, them. They're your
friends whether you like it or not.

you.

I have a Christmas present for all of
you as well.

Your building won't be torn down after
all.

I'm a plan to catch them. Merry
Christmas. And to you, Daddy. Merry

Me too.

Charlene, shall we dance?

Merry Christmas.

Oh, I knew you were up for something.
Yes, I did. Merry Christmas, Ben. Merry

Christmas, Merry Christmas. Merry
Christmas.

You're the best Christmas present
anybody could ever hope for. Oh, yeah.