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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.