All language subtitles for Cagney and Lacey s05e11 Play It Again Santa

I can't buy you diamonds or shiny
limousines.

I can't make all fancy dreams come true.

My gift, it may be simple, but it's the
best that I can do

to sing this Christmas song

for you.

Yes, it was gorgeous, but a red leather
jacket is not exactly the thing to wear.

As a fellow commission member, don't I
get a vote, huh?

Look, I've been to a lot of those
meetings, and they get awfully boring.

You'd sure look festive in that jacket.

Well, it's a commission on police
brutality.

I'm supposed to look intelligent, not
festive.

I move to vote.

David, I can't let you buy me that
jacket. It's just too much money.

For someone you're not seeing
exclusively?

Just too much money, period.

I thought we'd settled that last part.

Sorry.

We have, you're right.

It's better for both of us.

Do you feel funny about us both being on
the commission?

No. No problem. We're both intelligent,
mature adults.

Uh -huh. I disagree about everything.

Almost everything.

Hmm.

See, you protect the rights of sleazy
criminals.

I, on the other hand, protect the rights
of innocent victims.

There's some truth in that. Come here.

Yeah, I love it when you lie.

I'm not lying.

You've had an enormous influence on me.

Yeah, I can tell.

Listen, while I have your attention...
How long is this question?

Well, it's the police Big Brother's
Christmas dance.

Now, are you going to take me or not?

To the dance killer.

Don't they make you check all the ACLU
lawyers at the door?

Oh, not a chance. Uh -uh.

They're the main course.

So, are you free next Friday?

Might have to check my social calendar.

Let me describe my dress.

Which one of the three do you think I
should take to the Big Brother's dinner?

Francine, Chi -Chi, or Michelle
Dominguez?

I can't help you with this, Victor.

You see, one of the advantages of being
married is that you no longer have to

struggle with these decisions.

You gonna wear a tux?

Absolutely. Yeah, me too.

I always get lucky when I wear a tux.

Lieutenant, the man has been missing for
three days. I don't see how we can

ignore this any longer.

The man is a street performer. That is
hardly your stable population. Sir,

between my last semester at Cornell and
my first quarter at Princeton, I was a

street performer. I know the life. This
musician would not willingly leave a

lucrative street corner, especially not
during the busy season, and his friends

out there have every right to be
worried.

And I'll tell you what, in the spirit of
Christmas, I'm going to have an

impartial third party listen to the
evidence and make a judgment. All right?

Cagney! Come on in here a minute,
please.

We've played together for three years.

He wouldn't go without telling me. They
started out as a duo, then Rupert here

joined them. We're very good.

Well, you have to believe me. Neil would
never leave this astral plane

voluntarily.

Would you like some coffee?

No, thanks.

Uh, Miss Eric, you're kidding.

Regulations are very specific on this
point.

Unless there's positive evidence of a
crime having been committed or a

suicide, the only one who's eligible to
file a missing persons report is a

relative. Excuse me one minute.

Come on, Alice, you did what you could.

Come on.

If I was a relative, you'd investigate?

Oh, we'd certainly make that a report,
yes.

Well, I didn't want to tell you this,
but Neil and I used to go together.

You know before Rupert?

And there was a real closeness.

But then we had our past lives read
together, and we discovered something

awful. In at least three previous
incarnations, we were brother and

Which explained the closeness, of
course, but made it impossible to

So you see, we are related.

Sort of.

I understand you're being upset. I know
something happened to Neil.

He left his aura behind.

Also his flute.

Okay, so Alice is a little dipped.

Obviously your type.

Ever thought about asking her out? She's
already involved.

You see, that's what this all may be
about. First of all, she starts out with

Neil, switches over to Rupert, and Neil
disappears. It's a classic triangle.

Or maybe some other performer is trying
to take over the corner. Do you realize,

Cagney, that a good corner like that can
net you $50 ,000, $60 ,000 a year tax

-free? Second of all, I have a hunch
about this, and I've learned to go with

hunches.

First of all, there is no second of all.
It is secondly.

That's cold, Cagney.

I'm talking about a possible life or
death, and you're correcting my grammar?

Also, your logic.

Street performers are like nomads. No
men, they're gypsies, they move around a

lot, and they do not need equality of
breath.

You don't have a case.

So why don't you spend some time on the
cases you do have, like the Corelli

homicide here.

First of all, Mr. Corelli is very dead,
and the odds are he'll remain so. Neil,

the flute player, is probably still
alive and can maybe even stay that way

our help. And secondly...

You've bent a few rules yourself.

Yeah, on a good case.

Not investigating the Grinch who stole
Christmas.

If you'll excuse me, please, I have ten
days to finish my Christmas shopping.

I'm already eleven days behind.

Goodbye, Newman.

Here. Oh,

thank you.

Anyway.

Oh, great.

If the flight case weren't bad enough.

Here. I waited my whole morning on that
police brutality commission.

Sat around listening to a bunch of
armchair liberals passing judgment on

situations they know nothing about. All
of them, of course, citing the data. And

then there was this woman.

You all right? Yeah.

Then there was this woman, right?

The kind dressed with the theft type,
you know that?

And all day, she just cooed.

Oh, Miss Tequila, you are so right.

So right.

Christine, do you think that Harvey is
really going to like this?

Well, it would be hard to misplace.

I was thinking about getting him a
jacket to match, you know?

Color -coordinated.

What do you think? Nice, huh?

Now, color -coordinated, I don't think
so, Mary Beth. No, that's dull.

It's a little more imaginative.

Christine, your outfits are more color
-coordinated than anybody's I have ever

seen. That is not true, Mary Beth. My
clothes are complementary.

Color -coordinated is like dyed -to
-matte.

Like that Bimbassi.

What Bimbassi?

The one at the commission I told you
about.

I don't know why David listens to
anything she says.

She's a part -time fashion consultant.

She catches my drift.

Probably the biggest winner of
vocabulary is Paisley.

But she uses her home address as Lord
and Taylor.

Oh, Mr. Peter.

You're so right.

What are you going to have?

The water.

Look at it, Christine.

It looks so... Warm?

Wet.

It looks so wet.

Honey? Yes?

God. What? Something I gotta talk to you
about. Honey, you okay?

An hour.

It's a little strange. What?

Actually, it's a lot strange.

Will you tell me, baby? I bet it's not
so bad.

No, it is.

It's about a craving I have.

That's not strange.

You want some rhubarb pie?

Yes. How about some broccoli with ice
cream?

I want to go swimming.

Oh, babe, that's not so strange.

Harvey, it's the dead of winter.

Some people swim all year round. Not me.

Maybe you need some exercise.

Harv, you're pretending that this isn't
strange to make me feel better, but I've

been giving this a lot of thought, and
it is strange.

I want to go swimming in the middle of
winter.

And, Harvey, I want to go alone.

What do you think?

Honey, I think if you want to go alone,
it's probably because of your condition.

No, it's not that I'm self -conscious. I
don't think that a pregnant lady is an

unusual sight. Oh, honey, I know you're
not self -conscious and you are not an

unusual sight. You are a pregnant lady.
That is a little bit strange.

I just want to know one thing.

Why do you want to swim solo in the
middle of December?

I don't know.

The fact remains that Officer Ballou put
this man in the hospital.

He was trying to stop him from beating
up his eight -year -old kid.

The guy would not let up.

Ballou has two kids of his own. What if
he backed off and let the boy keep

taking blows to the head to the point of
sustaining brain damage?

Now, that's a very emotional response,
Sergeant Cagney.

But don't you think that one should
always attempt to use the power of words

before resorting to the power of
physical violence?

I think one... Have

you

ever been in this kind of situation,
Mrs. Cody?

Of course not.

Well, sometimes life or death depends on
instant reactions.

It's a judgment call. Police are just
people.

And with this kind of hostile scrutiny
going on, cops are going to become like

those doctors who are afraid to come
forward in emergencies for fear of being

sued. Is that the kind of police
protection one wants?

Come on, Sergeant.

There is a middle area here, and that is
what we're trying to define.

You're right, David.

You are so right.

So how was the police brutality,
Commissioner?

Brutal. Cagney, I've been waiting for
you.

What is it, Newman?

We have a visitor.

Hello.

What's she doing here, Newman?

Her boyfriend is missing. We know that.

No, Cagney, not the first one. The
second one, the one she's never been

to.

We have two musicians dressed like Santa
Claus, both missing from the same

street corner in a span of four days.

Obviously, something is very wrong here,
Sergeant. Why are you so resistant

about this?

Because it is hard for me to take
someone who believes in reincarnation

works in an elf costume very seriously.

Do you have any compassion for these
people? What I have, Newman, is the

case, and I have the lipstick case, and
I have the... And now you got this one,

too. Lieutenant... I don't want to hear
it, Cagney.

I'm making an administrative decision.
The case is official and you are

it with Newman.

All

right,

come on, Victor.

Uniforms are waiting for us at the
Bronstein building.

Let's go.

Are you sure you're busy?

Look, check the date again.

Look, I'm really sorry about the last
time.

I didn't know it was a religious
holiday. Victor!

Yeah. Oh, no, thanks. I understand.

Yeah, bye.

I should call Francine first.

They were the first four gold records I
produced for Clio Records.

Actually, there was no gold in them. In
reality, they were worthless, other than

a certain sentimental value.

So I'm sorry Miss Stone troubled you.
When she came in this morning and saw

they were missing from the wall, she
called you without consulting me.

Well, as long as we're here, Mr. Casey,
we might as well look around.

That won't be necessary.

Rosetta, would you show the officers to
the door?

And come back in here, please.

Yes, Mr.

Casey.

Gentlemen.

Officer Petrie?

Yes. Has anyone ever told you that you
look more like a model than a policeman?

Yes, ma 'am, my wife.

I modeled once.

For a trucking company brochure.

Hi, Mr. Overwood.

Will you corner the three wise men
before they escape?

And I'll check out that dangerous
looking pretzel vendor over there.

I think you should take this case a
little more seriously, Sergeant.

You be sure to let me know anything
that'll help me do that, won't you,

Detective?

Great song, huh? My Christmas Love?

Oh, I always liked it.

I can believe that. You're the man who
wrote this song. You're Jackson Bell.

No, I'm not.

Come on, man. I took a course in the
roots of R &B when I was at NYU.

Well, you got me mixed up with someone
else.

Okay, man?

Sure. Whatever you say. Who needs a
bunch of fans going crazy, right?

Don't worry about it. I'm cool.

Did you get anything?

No, I was just waiting for them to
finish. Listen, Cagney, there's someone

I'd like you to meet.

I was just here a minute ago. There was
this guy. He was carrying Chinese food.

It was Jackson Bell, one of the early
pioneers of rock and roll Cagney. The

wrote this song.

Newman, I don't care if it was Jerry Lee
Lewis doing pizza in his baby grand,

all right?

I'm cold and I'd like to get this over
with.

Good, I've been.

Other officers were burglarized and
nothing else was missing? Not so far,

I've been in touch with all of them.

I guess there's no point in asking you
if you've noticed anyone unusual looking

lately.

Music biz.

Right, thanks.

Miss Stone.

Just go away.

You guys have caused me enough trouble
already.

What happened?

Lou Casey fired me. He said I never
should have called you.

And then I should have known better than
that to call the police.

Hey.

Hey, you can call me anytime you want.

None of this makes any sense.

If the records only have sentimental
value, why would anybody steal them?

Yeah, and why would Casey pretend that
didn't mean anything to her when it did?

Especially when he fired Rosetta just
for calling her.

Maybe, Bob, you found it. You didn't
happen to have seen any Santa Claus.

Stolen.

What

are

they doing here?

Mary Beth, it's like the Bermuda
Triangle. Things just keep vanishing.

Musicians, gold records, Santas.

I'll tell you, it's a plate case of the
month.

Mom? Noon, of course, is convinced it's
all tied together. We know off, and he's

been right.

Mary Beth, I'm home. Let me in.

You know, such is the stupid case that's
upsetting me.

David and that woman on the commission,
they're driving me up the wall.

Mary Beth!

Mom, I want to talk to you.

I'll call you back.

I'll call you back, okay? Yeah.

Bye -bye.

Nice talking with you, Mary Beth.

Michael, that was very rude.

It's important.

Have you looked at your Christmas gift,
the one I made you in school?

No, of course not.

It's wrapped up in your closet where you
put it.

Well, don't you want to know what it is?

Yes, I want to know what it is, Michael,
but I didn't want to wreck the

surprise.

I don't care if you peek a little.

All right, if that's what you want, I'll
peek a little.

A bathing suit for pregnant women.

Yeah? How many can you get in there?

Oh, have I got some good news for you.
There is a church in the East 70s with a

pool in the basement. And we may be able
to use it during Sunday morning

services. Bob, I can't.

Huh? How can I swim while people are
praying? No.

Oh, wait, honey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It may be very peaceful.

There could be some nice organ music in
the background. No, I never liked organ

music, Harvey.

Reminds me of skating rinks.

Oh, okay.

Okay, the church is out. There is a
pool.

Right across the bridge in a men's club.

How are you going to get two women in a
men's club?

Who else is coming?

Well, it could be. Oh, yeah.

Only one thing. We're going to have to
be kind and discreet.

How discreet? We're going to have to
sneak in.

Honey, okay, I'm sorry. It was just an
idea. Mary Beth, I am trying.

I'm trying. I'm the officer of the law.
Come on. You don't have to wait.

You sure?

Mm -hmm.

Okay.

Oh, hey.

Oh.

Oh, Michael.

Oh, that's wonderful.

I drew it all by myself.

Hey. Me.

Yeah? Yeah, so you don't forget what I
look like when you're in the hospital

having the baby.

That's a very smart idea. What? Smart.

The lieutenant says if we're going to go
undercover, we have to blend in with

our surroundings.

These are the wrong shoes.

These are not Santa Claus shoes. These
are elf shoes.

I told you before, it's the busy season.
They ran out of your size. Hey, I

offered, but no, you didn't want to be
Mrs. Santa Claus.

I don't play supporting roles.

I really hate it.

Oh, come on. I don't look any better
than you do.

Well, maybe a little better.

To whom?

Donner or Blitzen?

You see, Cagney, you know what your
problem is? You're inappropriately

competitive.

Me?

You're competitive about breathing,
Newman. I took Psych 101 also, Newman.

know what's wrong with you?

Erected development. You are stuck
somewhere in junior high.

Probably because of your height and your
lack of popularity with girls.

I'll have you know, Cagney, I have no
problem with women whatsoever. And

no doubt in my mind that... I'm more of
a feminist than you ever were.

Labels are crutches, Newman. I don't
need them.

Come on, Dagny, try to assume a more
positive attitude, you know? Ho, ho, ho.

I am trying to be reasonable, Newman,
but this is demeaning.

I'll play the tambourine if you want to
play the drums.

I can't play drums.

Then play the tambourine, please.

Oh, my God.

Play it again, Santa.

What's the matter? Nothing. Just keep
playing.

Oh, aren't they cute?

Come on, Barb. I don't like to encourage
people who commercialize Christmas.

Oh, David, you are so right.

Somebody you know?

Nobody.

Woman sure knows how to dress.

Feeling okay?

I'm fine.

I want a lunch.

Here.

Get me something, okay?

No, ma 'am.

Let's split up. You guys start with the
four -block area to the northwest. I'll

start with the northeast.

You tag me!

Unless you find something that... Up
here!

Hey! Tag me!

So when this carton came crashing down
with the word help scrawled on it...

Helped like I'm being held captive in a
Chinese food bank. No, sir, just help.

It looked like blood.

Actually, it was plum sauce.

It all happened with a missing Santa. Do
you remember them, sir, the flute

player and the clarinet player?
Actually, it all started with Jackson

was a Santa. No, sir, he was disguised
as a janitor. In the Bronstein building

where the music companies are.

That's where Lou Casey had these gold
records stolen. Lou Casey, he was a

No, sir, but you should see his
secretary.

She was a Santa?

No, he, Lieutenant... Jackson Bell took
the job in the Bronstein building to get

at Lou Casey, who had stolen the credit
and the royalties from all his music.

Like my Christmas Love and Ellie song,
that was a great record.

Claudia and I used to dance to that.
Yeah, I remember that from senior prom.

I don't want to know about your dancing
and I don't want to know about your

prom. I want to know who kidnapped the
Santy Clauses.

Peggy, does this make any sense to you?

I'm afraid so, Lieutenant.

All right, so you've got 30 seconds to
explain it.

Jackson Bell was recognized by the flute
-playing Santa on the corner.

To prevent him from exposing his
identity to anybody else who might alert

Bell kidnapped the flute player. Now, he
kidnapped the clarinet player two days

later, who also happened to have
identified him. Now, Bell told the men

had taken the gold records from Casey to
blackmail Casey into publicly

acknowledging his authorship. You see,
he feels like he's been cheated,

Lieutenant, and he wants, if you'll
pardon the expression, to set the record

straight.

23 seconds.

You hear that, Newman?

Less is more. That is why she is a son.

Oh, Chris, look, that's historical.

It's not an official Christmas present.
It isn't. I just, I saw it and so I

picked it up.

Why should I be the only one in a Santa
suit?

Oh, I'm so sorry I missed that.

It is not funny, Mary Beth.

What if David had recognized me?

Huh? A grown man does not go out with
bearded women in elf shoes.

For that matter, grown men don't go out
with space cadets either.

Oh, Christine, I never heard you like
this. Bitchy? Jealous.

I'm not jealous, Mary Beth. I am not
jealous. I'm irritated.

Here you go, guys.

Big knock.

Plain. Fancy.

Thank you, sweetheart. Thanks, Harvey.
Thank you.

Hey, Harvey?

Yeah? Wait a minute.

You're an objective observer, huh? I
could use a male point of view on this.

me run something by you. Well, sure, I'd
be happy to. Okay.

This is called my worthy rival theory.

Now, let's just assume that I am in a
non -exclusive relationship with a man

I learn that he's going out with another
woman.

Somebody like, well, Mary Beth or Mother
Teresa.

My reaction would be, I can handle that.
They are worthy rivals.

Now then, should I discover... that the
man is dating a major ditz that is

insulting to me. Now, you could drive a
convoy of trucks to the holes in that

theory, right?

No, wait a minute. Yeah, wait a second.
Chris, in other words, what you are

saying is if the guy likes this ditz,
what does that make you?

Exactly. Yeah, but when a woman tells
you, I like you, but I don't want to

a commitment, she is given permission to
go out with other women.

Ditz is included.

Excuse me.

He's right, Christine.

You're the one who said... He didn't
want to be exclusive with David. Now,

can't exactly expect to pick out who he
gets to go out with.

Well, it's a new theory. I don't have
all the kinks worked out.

I have to go.

What, already?

Yeah. Oh, well, uh, hey, um, thanks
again for the place, Christine.

It's adorable.

Oh, you're welcome. I'm glad you like
it. It's perfect for a boy or a girl.

Well, the both of us appreciate it, and
counting Harvey, that makes three of us.

Listen, Chris, do you mind if I say
something here?

It's obvious that you like this, David.

So why don't you do something special
for him?

I mean, after all the time we've been
together, Harvey and I still like to

surprise each other.

You mean like those women who dress up
in plastic wrap and wait at the door?

Christine, I'm serious.

Surprises are nice.

I take it from a woman who's been
married 16 years.

Call it my surprises are nice theory.

I'll think about it.

Okay.

Take it slow.

Bye.

Come here.

Get into this bathing suit. The kids
will do the dishes.

You found a pool.

Yeah, that was Mario. Do you remember
Mario?

He used to work for me. Well, he is now
night watchman at the Ashford Towers.

That new co -op?

Well, it's still almost empty. And for a
hundred bucks, we can have the swimming

pool, the indoor one, tonight.

Oh, you're a generous...

Wonderful man. And I can't let you spend
$100 on something like this. Mary Beth,

I want to. No, Harvey, we have a baby
coming. We have Dr.

Bills and we have Christmas.

And everything.

And I couldn't enjoy it, Harvey.

I love you. And I thank you and I'm
sorry.

I can't. You're very difficult, Mary
Beth. Very difficult. What are you

I gotta take a bath.

Hey. Hi.

You said you were working late tonight,
so I thought you might be hungry.

Well, Chris, I would invite you in, but
it's kind of a bad time.

A time we never stopped us before.

David!

Do you have any mineral water?

Chris, I'm sorry.

No, David!

doesn't have any mineral water.

He does have an 81 Bordeaux.

Full -bodied.

And mildly amusing.

Forgive me if I don't pour.

No need to apologize, David. We're both
two mature, intelligent adults.

You'll never have to see each other
again.

Sergeant, this is Newman.

Newman. I'm at the Blues Joint on 149th
Street.

Jackson Bell used to play here in the
old days. Get up here as soon as you

I got a hot lead.

Hot lead?

It's almost 11 o 'clock.

I don't care what time it is. This is so
good, you won't be sorry.

Hot... I can't buy you diamonds or shiny
limousines.

I can't make old fancy dreams come true.

And my gift, it may be simple, but it's
the best that I can do

to sing this Christmas

song.

For you.

The wind, the snow is falling.

When the wind blows. Took you so long.

Better be that type, Newman.

Ah, scotch, please, rocks.

After you left the squad room, I called
Rosetta Stone on the chance she might

know something about Jacksonville. She
had no idea I was working at the

Bronstein building.

Are you getting to a point?

Rosetta did know something else, though.

A long time ago, when Doe wrote the
songs that Casey stole, he was in love

a woman named Ellie Hendricks.

I know that you don't care about...

Hendricks is a professional name,
though.

She hasn't used it in years. All that
time, she was known as Ellie Casey.

She's married to Lou Casey?

Rosetta said they separated about a
month ago.

But 20 years ago, Casey, he stole Bell's
music and his woman. Here's your motive

right there, Karen.

and dreams I'm gonna walk

hadn't seen Jacksonville since she got
married.

If she hadn't seen

Jacksonville in 20 years, I'll eat your
health shoes.

like the Bordeaux? Me? You are angry.

I'm not angry. I just didn't want to
disturb your work. I think I should go.

a chance. I want to talk about the case.

What's he doing here? He's my partner.
I'm Detective Jonah Newman.

Your partner's pregnant.

Well, not this one. I really think I
should go.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm leaving first.

I don't want to break up what looked
like a really good time.

We weren't having a really good time. I
was. We were working. I came over here

because I thought you'd be upset.

But I see you didn't waste much time
finding backup. You want me to get that?

Yeah, what's your excuse?

You made up the rules, Sergeant. You
don't want to deal with them?

Maybe you should get out of the game,
Sergeant.

Fine. Fine.

I'm so glad we had this chat.

That was Charlie. He said he'll call
back later.

Charlie, as in good time?

No, Charlie as in father.

What would a priest be doing calling you
at 12 .30 in the morning? My father.

Fine.

You know what your problem is?

You can't make up your mind what kind of
a relationship you want. Well, how

about a non -relationship?

Just when you think things can only get
worse, they do.

Good night, Newman.

Look at it this way, Chris. It's pretty
funny that he'd be jealous of me.

How you doing?

Me?

Sitting on a rainbow.

When are we going to go see Ellie
Hendricks?

She's going to sleep till noon.

I've got time to file.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

Yes, that'd be very nice. Thank you,
Newman. Good. I took the liberty of

you a cup. Let me have it.

Thank you, Newman.

Court date, lawyer. How can you have a
sane relationship with a man who argues

for a living? I don't think you can,
Cagney, which is why I thought I'd ask

Cagney, what's your story on the little
evidence?

Uh, the lab reports will be here this
afternoon, Lieutenant.

All right, so get it in to me as soon as
it comes in. You got it, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, Newman, you were saying?

Yes. You know what burns me?

The Big Brother's dinner.

As a matter of fact, Cagney, that's
exactly what I wanted to talk to you

The ex is always doing me a favor, being
my date.

Who needs David Keeler anyway, right?

I got plenty of things I can do if he
doesn't show up tonight. I have presents

wrapped in eggs and nog.

Things that do not require the services
of an attorney.

They could go with someone else.

All right!

She said yes. She's going to go to the
dance with me.

I can't believe it. Rosetta Stone. I
mean, even her name is beautiful.

I get the feeling, though, I heard the
name somewhere before.

Petrie.

Where's Petrie? Parker!

Petrie!

Speaking of asking... Cagney, Newman,
we've got a visitor.

Detective, I lied to you last night.

I have seen Jackson Bell. He's been
hiding in my dressing room. And he also

stole the financial books from Clio
Records. And they show how Lou's been

cheating on his income tax all of these
years.

Of course, he only took the gold records
to let Casey know who it was.

And now he's gone to the record company
to see Lou, and I'm afraid they're

liable to kill each other.

Out of the way.

Stop it. He's crazy.

Get back.

Put the gun down. Put the gun down.
Ain't nobody going to get hurt.

Not if you put the gun down.

Let the man finish my song for the TV
folks, and then I turn myself in. Keep

dancing. The only person you're hurting
is yourself.

No, ma 'am.

I don't know who I'll ever be.

It took me 20 years to get angry enough
to stand up for myself.

And then I made an honorable deal with
Lou Casey.

His crooked books in return, and he put
my name on the gold record.

That's all.

And then he pulled his gun on me.

What about the books, Jackson? Where are
the books?

What do you think he dancing on?

Christmas song.

Are you satisfied?

Mr. Bell, please.

You done good, Lou.

You get all that?

You bet. Mr. Bell.

Put the gun down now.

I did

what I had to do, baby.

Mr. Bell, you have the right to remain
silent.

You give up the right to remain silent
on anything.

Oh, baby, it's going to be all right. I
did what I had to.

Excuse me.

Miss Casey, if you could just step away
for just a moment.

Just step away for just a moment.

This is a really weird time to say this,
Mr. Bell, but I really love your music,

and it's an honor to meet you.

Man,

it ain't never the wrong time to hear
that.

You look nice.

Come on in.

You don't tell me I got the wrong night.

Too early?

Well, the truth, I wasn't expecting you.

Do I look like the kind of man who would
miss a Christmas benefit with a bunch

of cops?

Uh -huh.

Well, maybe I do.

But do I look like the kind of man who
would miss a night out with you?

Oh, I didn't share.

How long before you're ready?

30 minutes if you leave me alone.

20 if you leave off the beard.

Although I like the elf shoes.

They were a nice touch.

I can't buy you diamonds.

I can't make all fancy dreams come true.

My gift, it may be simple, but it's the
best that I can do.

To sing this Christmas song for you.

But till that day my ship comes in and I
can dress you.

I'll wrap you up in promises and dreams
And I'll warm

you like a winter fire That glows the
whole night through

And sing this

Christmas song for you

The D .A. thinks that he'll get off with
probation. Look.

That's good to hear.

You know, I used to dance to Jackson
Bell's music in high school.

The really slow dance.

Oh, yeah?

I like the slow dance.