All language subtitles for The Case For Christmas [2011]

I'm sorry, Charlie.

Thank you. Thank you.

What did we do before they invented
cappuccino?

Whatever it was, we did it a lot slower.

Charlie, I've been trying to figure this
thing out all night long.

I think it's defective.

We might want to stop production.

Power it on there.

There you go.

You know, I spent half the night trying
to figure this out.

Kids play with them for hours.

And the biggest request of the year.

Don't worry, sir.

Kids want you to deliver the game, not
show them how to play it.

You know, Charlie, I think that just
might be our problem.

What do you mean? I'm going to show you
something I've shown to no one, and I

don't want you to mention it to any of
the other elves.

Okay, cover your ears and close your
eyes.

Okay.

Looks like a Christmas ornament.

I wish.

You see that green there?

That represents all those people that
believe in the Christmas spirit.

The red, well, that represents the
people who are losing faith.

And the white, well, the white
represents all those people who don't

believe we exist.

Why would they do that?

Well, the world is becoming a lot less
real, Charlie.

I mean, our entire operation is pretty
unbelievable when you think about it.

Delivering toys to children all over the
world in a couple of hours.

You can't blame people for dying.

But it's magic, duh.

If people stop believing, we have a real
problem, Charlie.

This workshop is powered by Christmas
spirit.

If that graph turns white, we're going
to have to shut down.

What is this place?

What are you looking for? Can we help
you with something?

This is going to sound silly.

There's a business guy down in the
States who is suing Santa Claus.

He's suing Santa Claus?

I know.

I know.

Some sort of, like, publicity.

Anyway, they hired me to go up

to the North.

pole and serve a summons on Santa Claus.

You came all the way up here just for
that?

Well, I didn't think I'd find a toy
manufacturing operation out here in the

middle of nowhere.

What are you guys making?

Illegal knockoffs?

There is nothing illegal about this
operation.

All right.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to say anything.

I'm just going to tell them that I came
up to the North Pole and couldn't find

Santa Claus.

But you did.

Excuse me?

I am Santa Claus.

Okay.

Under the laws of the state of New York,
you've been served.

Milly, sweetheart, breakfast is ready.
Let's go.

Sorry, honey, I already made you cereal.

Sweetheart, you can't wear that to
school.

I don't have school today, Daddy. It's a
teacher's day.

I'm going to the courthouse with you.

Oh, it's Friday.

Of course.

Good morning, Chairman.

Good morning. Hi, Lauren.

Lily, you look beautiful.

Are you a princess?

No, I'm a fairy.

Well, then where are your wings, huh?

I don't have them yet, but I can do
magic.

Hey, honey, maybe your magic can help
Lauren get the galaxy up and running.

Hey, now, Rome wasn't built in a day.

That's true, Lauren, because if you had
been the architect of Rome, that city

would still be under construction.

To Rome.

To Rome.

Oh, here's an idea, sweetheart. How
would you like to stay here and help

in the garage instead of going to the
boring courthouse?

You could be a mechanic in training.

No. Dad, you promise.

Lily, I'm not just your dad's mechanic,
but I'm also an awesome babysitter.

Please?

Okay, fine. But you cannot wear that
dress.

But, Dad, it's pretty.

It is pretty.

Where do the big doors go?

Those are the courtrooms, sweetheart.

Is that where you work?

I try to, if I can find any clients.

How are you just sad about money?

I don't get sad about money.

There's a little waiting area outside
the clerk's office.

I'm going to ask you just to stay there
while I go inside, okay? I'll be really

quick. I can't wait to stay in the snack
room that I saw.

That way, I could get a treat. Honey,
no. We'll get a treat after, okay? You

just sit right here. I'll take this off
for you.

Okay, we'll get your jacket on.

Get you nice and cool.

One second.

Hi.

There we go.

Okay,

you just wait right here, okay? If you
need anything, that nice lady will go

get me, okay?

Okay, thanks.

He will see you now.

Great, thank you.

That's my daughter, Lily.

She's just going to wait right there
while I go inside. If she needs

please let me know.

Yeah, honey, just call her away. I'll be
right back, okay?

Oh, my.

Well, hello.

What a pretty picture you're coloring.

Thank you.

Great, great.

Your case is enough for another couple
of days.

Do you have a lawyer?

Yes, I'm meeting him in the snack room.
Where is that?

Back down the stairs. Keep to your left.
You'll fit.

Thank you.

This is for you.

Why, thank you, my dear.

You are quite the artist.

Would you like to share a peanut butter
cup with me?

Yes, please.

Then have a seat.

You're a friend, aren't you?

Him who?

Santa Claus.

Absolutely correct.

I am Santa Claus.

I knew it.

But why are you here?

I thought you lived in a North Pole.

Oh, I do.

And I'm here because somebody is suing
me.

They think I'm responsible for ruining
Christmas.

That's stupid.

I agree.

But what are you doing here?

Fairies don't usually hang out in
courthouses.

I'm not a full fairy yet.

I still need my wings.

Don't worry, sweetie. You'll get them.

My name is Lily Sherman.

Pleasure to meet you.

You brought me a fairy tea party set
last year. I remember.

And... Monkey Hunt.

That's my favorite game.

You really are Santa.

And you really are Lily.

But tell me, what are you doing in a
courthouse?

I'm waiting for my daddy. He's in a
meeting.

I'm not supposed to leave the office,
but when I saw you, I had to say hi.

And I'm so glad you did.

If you need a lawyer, my dad's a lawyer.
And if you're being sued, he can help

you.

He needs clients.

Well, the truth is that I'm already
meeting someone here who's supposed to

represent me.

I understand.

Hey, who's that?

Lily, Lily, honey, what did I tell you
about staying in the waiting room, huh?

Hey, Daddy, but when you saw Santa, I
had to say hi.

Santa, me and my dad might go home.

Santa, hi. Nice to meet you.

Honey, do me a favor. Go upstairs, grab
your book bag and your jacket, and come

directly back here, okay?

Go, go, go, go, go.

Sorry about that. She has a really wild
imagination.

I hope she didn't offend you. No, of
course not. I don't mind being called

Santa.

Good. Thanks for hanging out with my
daughter.

What is your name?

Chris. Chris. Michael. Very nice to meet
you.

Although I must say, you really do look
a lot like Santa Claus.

I certainly hope so.

I thought of shaving, but I think it
would disappoint a lot of people.

Well, especially around this time of
year, you know. The holidays must be a

time for you. Yes, it is. It's my
busiest time.

You know, many people think I only work
one day a year, but so not true.

Delivering is the easy part.

Managing the workshop is a full -time
job.

Yeah, right.

Okay, well, it was very nice to meet
you.

Lily tells me you're a lawyer.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I've been practicing for two
years. Have you had many clients?

Well, you know, it's always a struggle
to get established.

I'm ready, Daddy.

Oh, there you are, honey.

Okay, we've got to get going, okay?

Again, pleasure to meet you. Let's go.
You know, I'm looking for a lawyer.

Really?

A man's suing him. He thinks Santa
ruined Christmas.

It's true. I have a class action suit
against me.

Your name is Chris Pringle, and you live
at the North Pole.

This is serious? The court accepted
these?

Oh, I'm afraid so. So you can see, I
need a good lawyer.

Daddy, you've got to help Santa.

Well, I have to look this over.

Well, great.

How about over lunch? I'm buying.

Fine.

Hello.

Oh, Barney.

Sorry for dragging you all the way down
here, but I've just hired Lily's father,

Michael, to represent me.

Thanks anyway.

Put Charlie on the phone.

Plaintiffs claim that you are
responsible for severe emotional

I know.

Right there.

Braxton Bennett is practically
advertising for support for his lawsuit.

He's a multi -millionaire. How much
emotional distress can he have?

Apparently enough to warrant a class
action lawsuit.

He's from a rich family that made their
fortune in sporting goods.

Parents were never around, and despite
his best efforts to contact you during

the holidays, he was always left without
the Christmas gifts he wanted.

States that the disappointment was so
devastating that he has spent years in

therapy. and feels children should not
be exposed to such a misleading myth as

Santa Claus.

Sounds more like a poor little rich kid
who's frustrated by his parents'

neglect.

Braxton Bennett always was a troubled
boy, and the things he asked for were

beyond my abilities.

Right. The letters. Do you happen to...
Unfortunately, we don't have the space

to archive every letter that we've
received, so I don't have them anymore.

In the complaint, he says that he asked
for a yacht, lion cubs, and a

cannon. So clearly you never received
those requests.

Oh, I received them. You try putting a
lion cub in the sleigh.

Apparently, a lot of people have the
same experience as him. They ask for

and never receive them.

Look, Chris, you seem like a very smart,
very sweet... Man, and obviously the

legend of Santa Claus means an awful lot
to you, but you cannot go into a trial

and perjure yourself to save his honor.

It's a crime.

I have no intention of lying.

This whole thing is a publicity stunt.

He wants to prove that I don't exist.

He wants to have me removed from
everything that has to do with

Now, if that happens, I'm out of a job.

There are other jobs.

not for me will you take my case as an
attorney i would

advise you to just forget this whole
thing do not show

up at the trial just go home to wherever
you're from okay believe me i can't do

that i've already accepted service with
the complaint a complaint filed

against Santa Claus.

Yes.

You're serious.

You really want to go through with it?

Well, we're all answerable to the law.

And I want you as my lawyer.

The law always was your passion.

Which is why you were so persistent in
your request for a legal beagle as a

child.

Legal beagle?

How do you know about that?

The dog dressed as a lawyer that says
things like, I object.

I want a sidebar. And I call my next
witness. When you pulled a little

I loved that dog.

You and Johnny Cochran.

But my mother gave that to me for
Christmas.

Really?

Let's make a wager.

You call her and ask her.

If she says that she gave it to you,
well, then you can forget all about my

case.

But if she says that I gave it to you,
then you have to represent me.

Go ahead.

Call her. I'm not going to call her.

Because you know I'm right.

This is really going forward, huh?

Great. And you're sure you can pay me?

Of course I can pay you.

Okay.

I'll do it.

Lily, honey, come on. We got to go.

Are we going back to the courthouse?

No, honey, we are not.

Daddy had to go home. I got a lot of
work to do.

Chris, where are you staying? I can drop
you off.

Well, I really don't have a place to
stay.

You're kidding me.

You can stay at our house. We have a
spare room.

Well, I think that's a wonderful idea.

But I don't want to impose.

What does that mean?

It means I don't want to be a problem.

And it's never a problem.

Right, Daddy?

You don't have a place to stay, but
you're sure you can pay me?

Yep.

Daddy.

Come on.

Sweetheart, I hope it's all right.

Yeah, come in.

Dina, my favorite lawyer.

I hope you're going to wear that in
court.

My PR people are going to be out in
force, and I want you looking very

photogenic. Mr. Bennett, you are going
to be very pleased.

Fifty more people have joined the
lawsuit.

Excellent. Just one tiny little hiccup.

I don't like hiccups, Dina.

Well, they're not really even a hiccup,
then.

Then what?

Somebody up at the North Pole who...

actually called himself Chris Kringle,
accepted service of this complaint.

So we think he's going to show up in
court.

What?

I knew it was a stupid idea to send a
process server up to the North Pole.

We had to attempt delivery to show due
diligence.

We wouldn't have been able to file
otherwise.

And this idiot actually found somebody
living up there?

Somebody who has a toy manufacturing
operation and claimed to be sent.

Now, this could be very good for us.

Yes. Before, I was just going to sue
Santa and have a no -show. But now, I'm

actually going to have a full -fledged
nutcase who's swearing he is the

in person.

Can you make him look bad on the stand?

He's a single man living with eight
little people.

It's like a reality show.

Yeah, probably skirting child labor
laws, too.

Yeah. Yeah, this is good. This is very
good. The worse, the better. Because we

are swinging public opinion against
Santa. Take a look at this.

Look at this.

People are eating this up.

Santa's evil because I didn't get what I
want for Christmas.

Now, wait till they see you grilling
this Kris Kringle lunatic.

I want to show you something, do you?

prototype for Santana Snow.

Isn't she lovely?

Does she look a little bit like a frozen
supermonitor?

I'm still working out the design
details, but she is going to replace

That's a brilliant idea.

You prove once and for all that Santa is
an outdated myth.

All those poor kids are going to need a
replacement.

Enter moi, offering Santana Snow, the
lovely fairy who brings happiness,

And sporting goods to every boy and
girl.

I tell you, Mr. Bennett, it takes great
courage to break an age -old tradition.

Well, you know, the time of the old fat
man in red is over.

The future belongs to the sleek men.

I can't believe you're representing
Santa Claus.

I'm representing Chris Pringle.

Same thing, but... Aren't you excited?
You're going to be the lawyer who saves

Christmas.

Just a little frivolous lawsuit that
will be dismissed before anybody even

about it. Hey, get your nose out of the
law book.

Everybody is talking about this. It's
all over the internet, television, and a

lot of folks agree with Braxton Bennett.

Yeah, do you?

Were you ever disappointed by Santa?

No.

He gave me my first set of pocket
wrenches.

Your dad probably took an old set of
his, wrapped it up, and threw it under

tree. No.

They were toy wrenches made of plastic.

So you believe in Santa Claus?

Michael, look.

He's playing rock, paper, scissors with
your daughter.

See? He's so sweet.

I am making a huge mistake here.

You just have to believe.

I don't want to have the reputation as
the go -to guy. If you're nuts.

What am I going to have next? The Easter
Bunny?

Leprechaun? Win or lose, this case right
here could end my career before it even

starts.

Hello?

Hey, Michael Sherman.

Yes? Is Chris Kringle with you?

Yes, he's here.

May I ask who's calling, please?

Oh, this is Charlie.

Santa's head elf?

Right.

Hold on, please.

Chris!

Phone call for you. Thank you.

Do you mind if I take this outside?

Be my guest.

Who is that?

Apparently it's the head elf from the
North Pole. And his name is Carly.

Incredible.

It's ridiculous.

Although he does go to great lengths to
keep up the facade. Do you ever think he

might actually be Santa Claus?

Yeah, and I'm Peter Pan.

Then why are you representing them?

Because I need the money.

I know what Braxton lawyers can do to
him on the stand, too. He doesn't.

And that guy needs a defense lawyer more
than anybody I've ever met.

Charlie, I found a new lawyer. He's
pretty convincing.

Honey? Honey?

What? Chris, make his phone call in
private, okay?

Should I beat him in rock, paper,
scissors?

Yeah. All right, that's my girl.

But I don't need Barney.

Barney researched this Michael Sherman.

The guy's barely out of law school. He's
going to fall apart like a dried -up

Christmas tree.

Charlie, when I met Michael, my Santa
senses started tingling.

Michael's the one I want. Now, trust me.

How's the workshop?

The chart's turning more white every
day.

And the fibrolatron is making funny
noises. I think it's on its last legs.

Oh, I knew we should have gotten that
extended warranty.

I'm coming up.

No, sir.

This case is too important.

But the Frivolitron adds the fun to
every toy that we make.

Without it, I might as well be giving
the children building materials.

You can help Michael prepare the case
while I fix the Frivolitron.

Is that an order, sir?

I pray so, Charlie.

I'm on my way.

The door is open, Chris.

Hi.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't know who you are or what you're
selling, but I don't want to buy any

candy so that the school band can go to
an amusement park, okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There seems to be some confusion.

I don't sell candy.

I give it away.

All right, let's go.

Chris sent me.

He had to go up to the North Pole on
urgent business.

Here.

Dear Michael, I hereby authorize Charlie
Elfkin... That's me.

...to act on my behalf until I return.

You are an elf.

I sure am.

That's amazing. No, it's not.

And no, you aren't.

Get out of here, okay? I've had it. It's
been notarized by the state of New

York. No, it isn't. I just looked at it.
Look again.

I... OMG!

Is that spaghetti?

Look!

I love spaghetti!

This is crazy.

Chris will return just as soon as he's
fixed the fibrolatron.

Oh, that's good.

Got a retainer jacked for you.

So I did some research on Braxton
Bennett. Terrific. Will this

thing be wrapped by Christmas? We need
to have the spirit by then.

The spirit?

Have you been drinking, Charlie?

gosh, no!

Just that cases this big usually take a
few months.

Not an option.

We need to find a way to disprove
Braxton Bennett.

It's not just Braxton Bennett. It's a
class action lawsuit.

There are lists of names of people who
are accusing Chris of ruining the

Christmas. Research approved.

Bennett did nothing of the sort.

I agree. Me too.

You guys aren't helping.

Okay, and Charlie, this is not working.

Okay, I need to speak with Chris right
now or this case is over.

I hope there's nothing breakable in the
garage.

What? Are you okay? Oh, holly and I.

Here's the house.

Come on, come on. I got you, I got you.

I'm sure I put my finger alongside my
nose.

Chris, there's a little guy in my
kitchen eating me out of housing home.

Charlie, he's my right -hand man.

I gave him power of attorney. Did you
get it?

Charlie, Charlie can double -tick his
hair.

I'll be right there, honey.

This check you gave me, it's not going
to bounce, is it?

I swear on Frosty's magic hat.

This is going to be a beautiful car when
it's finished.

Ford Galaxy.

How long have you been working on it?

Since springtime.

It's got a lot of problems, but I'm only
working on it part -time.

You know, I've got a full -time job.

I'm just doing this as a favor.

Well, I can tell. It's a labor of love.

Yeah, I'd pull on to Michael's father.

He's just been sitting here for years,
so I thought, why not fix it up?

have the engine running exactly as I
want it, but I don't know. The tires and

the paint job are a problem.

That's beautiful work.

You know about engines?

Nothing.

You've been paying for this out of your
own pocket?

Michael's still paying off his late
wife's medical bills, but as soon as he

his practice up and running, he'll pay
me back.

How long have you been in love with him?

Is that obvious?

Apparently not to him.

You know, in my many, many trips across
this planet, I've noticed one universal

truth.

Men are really stupid when it comes to
love.

You really need to tell him. No, no. He
wouldn't be interested in me.

Michael dated all the girly girls in
high school, and Lily's mom was the most

beautiful of them all.

He doesn't want a girl who drives a
truck and can change a transmission.

So what happens when the galaxy is
finished?

Nothing.

I'll probably be grateful, but he'll
never see me as more than a friend.

I'm a firm believer that the truth comes
out eventually.

Oh, chimney soot. The Frivolitron is
acting up again.

I gotta go.

Okay, now the guy is... Where's Chris?
He's...

He was right there.

An elf just broke my grandmother's
chair.

That must be out of my mind. Why?

Why? I'm representing Kris Kringle. Yep.
And because of that, your daughter is

dreaming of sugar plum fairies.

It could be worse.

He did pay up front.

You're doing what's best for Lily.

I have a pasta -loving elf.

sleeping in my guest bedroom. I'm not so
sure that social services would agree

with you.

He's a diminutive, well -paying client.

Truth.

Oh.

Times like these, I really miss Andy.

She had a way of making sense out of all
of it.

She was an amazing woman.

Impossible to replace.

I should get going.

Yeah.

Thank you, Michael.

Mmm, apple cinnamon.

Santa's favorite.

I figured his picture's on the box.

He has public domain.

For some unknown reason, the judge put
this trial on the fast track so that

going to be finished before Christmas.

I had a feeling you would.

Look, Charlie, a lot of people in town
are siding with Braxton Bennett.

They've even started a dump Santa
campaign. Now, obviously it's just a

it's starting to pick up steam.

For example, a number of the malls have
fired their phantoms. Oh, that is going

too far.

I've got to call the big guy.

What?

We've crossed the line now.

I'm coming back there. I've jury -rigged
the Provolatron, but you'll have to

monitor it.

Right.

I'll call you if it starts to overheat
again.

Wait, Charlie.

Charlie. Hey, we got a case to prepare.
Charlie, where are you going?

We got business to... Why did they fire
the mall Santas?

Where did you come from? I know the
North Pole, but... Are you two like the

person or something?

What possible reason could there be for
denying children a chance to visit

Santa?

People say that they're doing the kids a
favor by preventing them from being

disappointed on Christmas morning.

I have never disappointed any child.

Okay, let's just assume for a moment
that everything you've told me is the

honest truth.

What is Braxton Bennett's deal?

Braxton Bennett already had every toy
that money could buy.

The one thing that he needed the most
was not mine to give.

His parents' love.

You understand what I'm saying?

Actually, I think I do.

And if I could convey that to a jury?

Well, you can and you will.

But do you still have it?

Have what?

The legal beagle.

I chose right, didn't I?

You don't give up, do you?

Well, you do still have it.

Yeah, I still have it.

Well, come on. Tell me how it inspired
you to become a lawyer.

Well, if you must know...

My wife, Andy, died from cancer a few
years ago.

And I was in law school at the time, so
I quit so I could help take care of her.

And after, Lily was just a toddler, so I
had

to take care of her. I couldn't go back
to school at that time.

It was a really hard time for me.

Lily was pretty much my only reason.

For living.

And then I was at my mom's house and we
were cleaning out the attic.

And I found my legal beagle.

And suddenly all my dreams came rushing
back to me. And I decided right then and

there, no matter how long it takes, I'm
going to do whatever I have to to become

a lawyer.

You see, it's my job to remind you of
your dreams and to give you a little...

Gentle kick to the backside when you
need it.

For instance, my Christmas gift to you
this year is to tell you to get your

moving again.

What are you talking about?

Well, you've been at an emotional
standstill since you lost your wife.

Chris. Which is perfectly natural.

Andy was wonderful, and you and Lily
loved her deeply.

Yes. But life moves on, and so must you.

And it's no disrespect to her memory.

I can't.

If you think can't, you'll be just like
the ordinary reindeer.

You'll never fly.

You know, we have to prepare for
tomorrow.

Okay, so did you or did you not?

Know Braxton as a child?

Yes. Good.

Okay, so tell me about those meetings.

I never met him.

You never met him? Never had a
conversation with him? Never went to

his family? Nothing?

That's correct.

Sherman residence.

It's spinning out feathers and playing
12 days.

It's a ribbon rot.

The slither animator is pumped.

What should I do?

Touch nothing.

I'm on my way back.

What's happening?

The Privalishron is on the blink again.
I gotta go. Wait, where are you going?

He's the only one who knows the right
merriment setting.

Not everybody wants to dump us.

Hi, Santa.

Where are you off to?

Oh, here you are. Charlie, Charlie,
Charlie, Charlie.

Would you just sit here for a moment,
please?

I have to go meet with the posing
counselor, okay?

Watch my coat.

Okay.

Well, well, Mr.

Sherman, we find the meat.

Yes,

I know.

Nervous? No, no, no.

Just full of energy and enthusiasm.

Ready to get this trial underway.

Don't you have a team of lawyers on
this?

Bad form to bring everybody into
chambers.

How's your team doing?

Fine. I'm fine.

It's just you?

Just me.

Well, this is going to be like catching
a fish in a barrel.

Oh, Danny Sherman and Smyger.

Shit.

I'm not going to waste time.

The reason I called you in is because we
seem to have a high -profile trial on

our hands.

I hate high -profile trials.

You're not going to make this into a
spectacle, understood?

The defendant is being sued because he
allegedly caused irreparable emotional

distress. The fact that he's named as
Santa Claus in the complaint is

irrelevant.

Chris Kringle, Your Honor.

No matter.

You will treat him like any other
defendant in my courtroom.

And I don't want to hear about elves or
candy canes or flying reindeer. My

courtroom will not be made into a
fantasy land. You got it?

Yes, sir.

Good. Let's get through this thing as
quickly as possible.

Have you ever appeared in front of
judges?

No.

His nickname is Pitbull.

Very little patience and despises
incompetence.

Good luck.

See you.

Charlie!

You okay?

Let me guess.

Charlie has left the building.

I needed him up north.

He relates to the elves better.

I needed him to quell the Christmas
spirit.

He'll be back.

Quell the Christmas spirit.

See those lawyers out there?

They want to eat us alive.

Michael, my reindeer can fly.

Because no matter what anybody else
believes, they believe the impossible.

You can do this.

You were born for it.

You guys must have had a rough day.
Charlie came home this afternoon and

straight to bed.

My poor Charlie. He had to quell the
Christmas dispirit.

Uh, never mind.

He's little.

Metabolism probably wears him out.

I notice he eats a lot of sugar.

I wonder if he always crashes.

He told me when he dreams, he goes to
the candy cane forest.

Where the chocolate stream runs.

You know how hard it is to find a jury
that believes in the Easter Bunny?

Or even likes the movie Harvey?

You ready for the trial?

I think so. The first few witnesses,
anyway.

I want to go to court and watch.

Oh, honey, I already got a babysitter
for you tomorrow.

Well, I could take her.

Don't you have work?

It's Christmas vacation, remember?

What do you say, Lily? You want to go
cheer on Team Santa?

Yeah.

Okay, honey, you have to go to bed then,
okay?

Can Lauren read me a story and tuck me
in?

Well, that's up to Lauren. Sure.

We'll leave your dad to make the eggnog.

Who?

Spike. Mm -hmm.

So what was the story du jour tonight?

Let me guess. It was Little Fairy's Wild
Ride.

Nope. The night before Christmas.

Of course. Cheers.

Can I ask you something?

Sure. About Lily?

No.

Do you think I'm in an emotional holding
pattern?

Who told you that?

Just wondering.

Michael, I think that you lost your wife
not that long ago.

So that's your polite way of saying yes?

Yes, I am.

I think that you hold too much inside
and that you would be a lot happier if

opened up to someone.

Thank you for babysitting so much these
last few weeks.

When this case is over, I promise I will
make it up to you.

It's my pleasure.

And thank you for sticking around the
last couple of

years.

Because I know there's some times where
it...

Could not have been pleasant.

Michael, I want to be around.

I should probably get back to work. I
owe that to Chris.

Yeah, I'll leave you to it.

Okay, but why wouldn't you start with
your weakest witness and build up to

strongest, like some kind of grand
finale?

Jury fatigue, sir.

I have 100 witnesses who are ready to
testify that they have been emotionally

stunted because of Santa.

Can't put them all on the stand, because
it would bore the jury to tears.

Besides, my team found that a lot of the
witnesses are a little, um...

Weird. Weird how?

Emotionally scented.

See? The case has merit.

Well, a couple of the witnesses also
blamed the Easter Bunny for giving them

allergies. Oh. And you know those little
heart conversation candies on

Valentine's Day?

Yeah. Another witness actually converses
with them.

I'd rather keep her off the stand.

Yeah, I see your point.

Okay, well, you do what you think is
best.

But not to worry, sir.

Our first witness today is going to
kill.

Prepare to be dazzled, sir. All right.

Go along.

Here, go along.

Go along.

Come on.

I got a great one. What?

Doctor X.

We appreciate you making time to be here
with us today.

For the record, you are the inventor of
the breakthrough vaccine against

malaria. Isn't that correct? That's
correct.

And you've been shortlisted for the
Nobel Prize.

Yes, that's also correct.

Amazing. You are at the top of your
profession.

How's your personal life?

I've had a hard time fitting in.

A brilliant and successful man.

Who can't fit in?

Do you know when that started?

When I was 10 years old, I begged Santa
for a video game console.

All the cool kids were playing these
sports games, and I thought if I had a

-of -the -line console, they would want
to be my friends.

Did you get the console?

No.

And so no one ever wanted to come over
after school and play with me. I never

made any friends.

It was like living in exile.

My deepest sympathies.

Unfortunately, there is no vaccine for
emotional distress.

Dr. Evans.

Dr.

Evans, what did you receive for
Christmas, the year that you asked Santa

video game console?

A microscope.

You did?

I can understand how that would be
upsetting.

Not many ten -year -olds have much of an
interest in microscopes.

I certainly didn't.

Do you recall the first time you ever
saw a red blood cell?

Junior high.

My brother found a dead bird in the
yard, and I looked at the blood and

under the microscope. The microscope
that Santa brought you? Yes.

If Santa hadn't brought you that
microscope, isn't it possible that you

never have developed an interest in
science and cellular research?

An interest that led you to the
development of a vaccine for malaria?

Objection, Your Honor.

Overruled. I would like to give the
answer.

I never thought of it that way before.

Well, thank you, Dr. Evans.

No further questions, Your Honor.

When is Daddy coming home?

Soon. He has to wrap some things up at
the courthouse.

He was good today.

Yeah, he was.

Why aren't those people mad at Santa?

They think Santa wanted to hurt them.

He'd never do that.

Well, we know that, but sometimes people
need to blame someone, and those people

chose Santa.

My daddy told them all they were wrong.

Hey, let's let him relax when he comes
in, okay?

What's wrong?

Don't ask.

Oh, hey.

You did so good today. Thank you, Angel.

Where's Chris?

He had some production line problem.

They said that...

Charlie

would cover for him.

He can eat all our cookies as far as I'm
concerned, as long as he pays.

Honey, it's way past your bedtime.

Okay, Daddy.

Night, Lauren. Night, Lily.

After Dr. Evans, it all went downhill.

Ten witnesses called him a fraud under
oath.

They're wrong.

Smiger had the jury eating out of her
hand today.

You'll get your day.

How?

What am I going to prove?

I mean, do you honestly believe I'm
going to be able to convince Twelve

people that Chris is actually Santa
Claus.

Yes. You have more faith than I do.

I need more.

I need something concrete. Something
like pictures of the North Pole. A

with a red nose. Or I'd even take an elf
right now. I heard that.

No, a real elf. Not a pint -sized eating
machine with a funny hat.

He can't do that, Michael.

Can't do what?

Reveal the Christmas magic.

It would ruin everything.

Well, I got nothing.

I'll call the polls.

See if I can pull some strings.

Can you get some of the elves to check
the archives for any kind of records of

naughty and niceless?

We don't really keep archives, Charlie.

You know that.

I'll have a look in the recycling.

See if I can find any leftover lists.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks, sir.

Don't worry about today.

We're going to win.

Jimmy, please.

It's a good place to avoid the media.

Yeah, I love the media.

Would you like anything?

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm particular about what I eat.

And drink.

Witness list.

Thank you.

Just one name.

It's my client.

Against yours.

And my client is a lot more sympathetic.

I can prove damages, loss of income, not
to mention violations to his First

Amendment rights.

Doubling down on Kringle character.

That's risky.

So everything you've argued to date just
goes out the window and it all comes

down to... Belief.

I know.

Do you?

In the interest of full disclosure, take
a look at that.

Is

it

real? Absolutely.

Bradshaw Psychiatric Hospital, admitted
in 1972.

He even went by the name Chris Kringle.

Here, just...

Take a look at its face.

You can see it's him.

Didn't your client tell you about that
little incident?

Tsk, tsk.

You're representing a certifiably insane
fraud.

Still want to put him on the stand?

Michael, Michael, Michael.

Let me give you some off -the -record
advice, okay?

You're smart.

You know how to play to a jury.

And you have a bright future.

If you drop this case.

I am the attorney of record.

Then file a motion to be relieved.

Credibility is everything.

Walk away while you still have yours.

So, he's crazy.

No more so than Braxton Bennett.

You and I both know Braxton Bennett
didn't expect somebody to show up

claiming to be Santa Claus.

This suit was a good -faith attempt by
my client to dispel a myth, which he

believes does great harm to children.

Chris is remarkable.

My daughter loves him.

Is he worth throwing away your future
for?

No wonder you don't like the press.

You're a laughingstock. The public
thinks you're crazy.

Lose this case and believe me, every
freak show in town will be knocking on

door wanting you to represent them.

It doesn't have to be that way.

Think about it, Michael.

You could have a very bright future.

Maybe even with us.

Meaning? You know what it means.

Take a fall.

You have a very young daughter.

You've worked your way through law
school.

Don't throw it all away for some myth.

When to bed the world are bobbing, then
the time for orchard rubbing.

Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
were it not for stealing, stealing.

Santa, do the reindeer fly the same way
fairies do?

I don't know much about fairies, but I
know that our reindeer can fly because

they believe in the impossible when
others give up.

Can all reindeer fly?

Like eagles.

But most of them don't believe it, which
is why we've had the same team for so

many years.

Hey, guys.

Daddy, Santa was just reading me a story
about fairies.

That's nice, honey.

Why don't you go upstairs and get ready
for bed?

Can you read me the rest of the book
before bed?

Absolutely.

Good night, Santa.

Good night.

Love you, Daddy.

Nothing.

Be up in a minute.

Hi.

So, how did your meeting with Ms. Smiger
go?

Not well.

They're about to drop a bombshell.

They found your photographs and your
admissions papers to Bradshaw

Center.

It's not what you think.

Please, enlighten me.

All right.

I was there.

But not for the reasons you think.

They had a children's award that needed
my help.

And the only way I could get in was to
be admitted.

So you became a patient to help kids?

But they didn't have a chimney.

But they didn't have a chimney, of
course not.

Chris, you betrayed my confidence.

You deliberately did not bring this up
because you knew there was no way I

take this case if I knew you had been
institutionalized.

Those kids were being deprived of all
holiday celebrations.

It was the only way I could think of
helping them. I can't go on with this

charade any longer.

I'm resigning as your counsel.

What?

You can't.

They are portraying me as crazy.

And guess what?

The man I'm supposed to be representing
is certifiably crazy.

After this...

Trial, you get to go back to the North
Pole or wherever, and you get to live

your life.

I have to stay here and deal with the
fallout. My credibility is destroyed.

I don't believe that. I don't believe
you.

I had a hard time getting clients
beforehand.

But now nobody wants to be represented
by the Santa Claus lawyer because

everybody knows that Santa Claus does
not exist, including me.

Chris, I have a young daughter. I have
student loans. I have bills up to here

and a career to consider.

These aren't just responsibilities that
I can walk away from.

I don't want to ruin your life.

Chris, stop. You don't have to go. I'm
not kicking you out.

It's better this way.

Don't worry, Michael. It'll be okay.

My apologies to Lily for leaving without
saying goodbye.

Thank you, Lauren. That tree looks
great.

How's Lily doing?

Still not talking to me.

All she could talk about is how much she
misses Chris and Charlie. I'm hoping

this will help. She loves decorating the
tree.

I have to tell you, I don't think you
made the right decision, Michael.

Don't try to make me feel guilty. We've
been through this.

I know, but come on. You were making
progress.

No, I wasn't.

Lily, honey!

Come on down. I have a surprise for you,
sweetheart.

Lily?

Welcome to my life. What do you expect?
You dumb Santa Claus.

Thank you.

Michael, I don't understand how you
could just quit.

I have no choice.

The man is legally insane. They have the
paperwork to prove it.

I can't just throw away my career.

You could still win that.

No, I can't.

The town refuses to acknowledge Santa.

It's a sure loss.

And I'm doing this to protect her.

Are you? I mean, it doesn't look like
it.

Okay, fine. I'll be the bad guy, but I
know I'm right.

I disagree. I think that if you quit on
Chris, then that jury will, too.

I quit because... You quit because you
were afraid.

How can you doubt that he's Santa Claus?

Lauren, I would love to believe in him.
I really would.

And I'd love to believe that the world
is a wonderful, happy, caring, and

generous place, but it's not.

And Santa Claus is just another one of
those fantasies that we create to help

get through life.

When you think about it, the story
doesn't really make much sense.

Well, what about love?

I mean, that doesn't make much sense if
you think about it.

Someone giving up everything for someone
else.

I looked it up in the dictionary once,
and it doesn't begin to describe a

millionth of what it really means.

That's because our brains don't
understand it. Our hearts do.

It's not the same thing.

Well, I think it is.

And until you realize that logic and
reason and science don't define

in this world, you're going to be living
half a life.

Looks nice.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Do you want to help me hang some
ornaments on the tree?

Sure.

All right.

Thank you.

It really looks like him.

It does.

Why don't you believe in Santa Claus?

It's complicated.

But you're not a killer anymore.

No. Why did he leave?

He was supposed to read me the rest of
the poem.

He thought it was best that he leave.

Although he did say he was sorry.

Honey, Santa never meant to hurt you.

I know.

I'm not mad.

What did you do in your room all that
time?

I wrote a letter.

I guess we'll have to mail it.

Yeah, we can definitely do that.

I have some envelopes in the cabinet
right by the microwave.

I'll go get them.

I'm sorry, sir.

No visitors until 10 .30. Oh, no, no,
no. I'm not here to visit.

I was wondering if I might be able to
ask you a few questions.

I thought this was a psychiatric
hospital.

It was once.

Now it's a retirement center.

Do you know if there are any old records
from that time? There was a patient

here once called Chris Kringle.

Are you serious?

I know it sounds strange, but it's
really important.

Do you know any doctors or nurses who
used to work here?

Sir, you have your phone from Eric
Crisler.

Before I call security.

I know Chris Kringle.

Excuse me?

He helped save Christmas for the
children here.

How do you know Mr. Kringle, ma 'am?

I was a nurse here when you used to
visit.

Oh, I remember the magic.

Do you mind if I ask you a few
questions?

No, sure. Go ahead.

Hurry up.

Are you sure it's filed under K?

I filed it myself.

Don't know why.

Guess I thought it might come in handy
someday.

There's an envelope and a photo.

Lily, honey, why don't you get yourself
a peanut butter cup or something?

We're just going to talk out here.

I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm sorry I
quit.

You made the best decision for your
future.

I was wrong.

You, of all people, deserve to be
defended.

And it didn't hurt to me.

This was dropped down my chimney.

Charlie, he's the best for a reason.

I went to the hospital. It's now a
retirement home.

But I met Cindy Hawking.

She was a nurse who was there when you
were there. And she remembers you.

Cindy? Really? And she told me that you
helped every one of those kids keep

their Christmas spirit.

They made these kids crazy by taking
away everything that makes childhood

wonderful.

I also found that while there is a
record of you being admitted, there is

record of you being discharged.

Now, Cindy is willing to testify that
the day after Christmas, you just

disappeared.

So, you're saying... You have a case,
and just in time for Christmas.

I just... I wish I had something to nail
Braxton Bennett on.

He's got ulterior motives. I can feel
it.

Maybe all this mess is for the best.

Made me start coming to terms with who I
am.

You're Santa Claus.

I failed, Michael.

No, you didn't fail.

You changed the lives of some very
unhappy children in a hospital a long

ago. And that is just the tip of the
iceberg.

Kids all over the world.

Need you.

I needed you.

You made me believe.

And if you can change me, Chris... Then
what?

You can change the world.

You know, for the first time in
months...

I feel like ho -ho -ho -ing again.

So do I. Well, then, let me.

Ho -ho -ho -ho -ho -ho -ho -ho!

So does that mean you're my lawyer
again?

If you'll let me. Well, of course.
Welcome back.

Thank you.

No, no, no, no.

Listen to me. I've got this whole thing
figured out.

And half -no needs to be a fairy.

It doesn't mean that she can't live in a
tropical paradise or someplace good

because the kids are going to want to
send her letters.

Yeah.

Now, we want to launch this thing by the
spring.

So set up the meeting for right after
Christmas because today we are going to

put the final nail into Santa's coffin.

Let me call you right back.

How are you doing, little lady?

Good. So you, uh, buying something or
what?

My dollar doesn't work.

Oh. Well, why don't you swap me for a
brand new one, right?

Mm -hmm.

Do you know we're real, Ferris?

What? Do you like Ferris?

Yes.

Then yes.

What are sporting goods?

Well, you'll find out next Christmas, if
you're good.

So Santana smells like Santa?

Better than Santa.

What does she look like?

Well, no one's supposed to know about
this, but because you love fairies, I'm

going to give you a...

Whoa. She's pretty.

Do you really think so?

Oh, thanks, kid.

Thanks a lot.

You're going to be seeing a lot of her
very soon.

Bye, mister.

I can't wait to see what his sporting
goods are.

You're going to love them.

I promise.

Expecting someone?

No, no.

Hoping for someone?

Lauren. We had an argument.

I don't know. I tried to call her and
apologize, but I never heard back from

her, so I was hoping maybe she'd show up
today.

Yeah.

Dad.

What are supporting goods?

Where'd you hear that, honey?

A man in the snack room said that a
parent named Timothy was going to bring

supporting goods to kids next Christmas.

He said he wanted to replace me.

He even told me it all.

Honey, take a look around the courtroom
and tell me if you see that man in here.

I'm looking for... Did you get that?

He's at that table.

Right there? In the blue shirt?

Yeah. Okay,

sweetheart.

I want you to sit at the very end of
this aisle, okay? I'm going to ask you

come up here and answer some questions
for me. You just tell me exactly what

just told me right now. Okay.

So you can see from the pixelation of
this 1972 photo, there are no hard edges

or boundaries on these photos, like we
saw in the other pictures that were

clearly photoshopped, which means that
this reindeer hovering or flying outside

of this second -story window is, in
fact, real.

Does the defense rest, Mr. Sturman?

No, sir, Your Honor.

I would like to call one more witness,
if I may.

Lily Sherman.

Objection, Your Honor.

This is the counsel's daughter he's
calling to the stand. What possible

relevance could she have?

Mr. Sherman?

Your Honor, I assure you that this
witness has testimony which is extremely

relevant, as she has some new evidence
which has recently come to light that

court needs to hear.

In that case, proceed, Mr. Sherman, but
you better not be wasting this court's

time.

The defense would like to call Lily
Sherman to the stand.

Put

your

right hand on the Bible.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

help you God?

I do.

Miss Sherman, what were you doing today,
right before court?

I got a peanut butter cup from the snack
room. Was there anyone inside the snack

room with you today?

That man.

Let the record show that the witness is
identified. Mr. Braxton Bennett.

Noted.

Continue, Counselor.

Miss Sherman, what did you and Mr.
Bennett talk about while in the snack

He told me about a fairy named Santana
Snow.

That would bring sporting goods to good
boys and girls.

Really?

He said she was better than Santa Claus.

Better than Santa Claus?

Have you ever actually seen this Santana
Snow?

Yeah. He showed me his doll.

I would like to remind the court that
Mr. Braxton Bennett made his fortune in

sporting goods and has unwittingly
revealed...

to Ms. Sherman, the real reason behind
this entire lawsuit.

Not for retribution, for emotional
distress, but to replace

Santa in the hearts of everyone for his
own financial

gain.

I have a letter here written by Ms.
Sherman to Santa Claus.

I would like to present this as
evidence.

And if the court pleases, I'd like to
have Ms. Sherman read this out loud.

I'll allow it.

Dear Santa, This Christmas, you may not
be able to deliver gifts because the

people are mad at you.

Every year, you give me the most
wonderful thing.

But this year for Christmas, I just want
to give you my love.

I want you to know that I still believe
in you.

And I know you'll fly again.

Just like the reindeer, you believe in
the impossible.

When everyone else gives up, then so do
I.

Don't worry.

I'll still be good and stay on the nice
list.

Thank you for always caring about me.

Love, Millie.

Now despite the efforts of a highly
qualified team of attorneys,

All that this case has proven is that
Kris Kringle brought love

to every person he met.

Because that is what Santa does.

Santa is good. Santa is alive.

He exists in the heart of every single
one of us.

Who believes.

If you find him guilty, you are
condemning the very bent

that the human spirit has to offer this
wolf.

The defense rests.

Are you sure about that, Counselor?

Absolutely.

Your witness.

Your Honor, my client has decided to

withdraw the case.

Case dismissed.

I love my dad.

I love my dad.

I'm sorry.

I never realized how important you are.

You're welcome.

I hope you have a Merry Christmas.

You know, for the first time in my life,
I just might do that.

You better get going.

There's some people waiting for you.

I think there's someone expecting you as
well.

Merry Christmas, Michael.

Look for me in the stars tonight.

Merry Christmas.

Angel, I think it's time for you to go
to bed.

Okay.

I want to see Santa.

Something tells me Santa is not going to
skip our house.

So let's get you to bed.

Okay?

She can really just switch it off, huh?

Yeah.

She's just the right age.

I wanted to get you something really
special for Christmas, but I didn't get

finished in time.

Well, is it what I think it is?

Uh, everything's done but the paint job.
I got the first coat of primer on, and

then I had to leave for the courthouse.

That's fine. Can I see it, please?

Yeah, um...

I thought you said you didn't have the
time to paint. I know. I don't know what

happened. I think it's a Christmas
present.

Hop in.

It's a great... Wow.

Wow.

It's incredible.

When I was little, we used to drive at
night with the top down.

And I would look up.

and the sky and see thousands and
thousands of stars.

And my dad told me that the stars, they
belonged to a galaxy.

And we owned a galaxy.

I thought I was the richest kid on
Earth.

Take a look under the tree.

Daddy?

Lauren?

Daddy!

What's going on, honey?

Those look great.

But he didn't bring you anything.

Yes, he did, honey.

Yes, he did.