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- Well, then I guess I should tell you

that he caught a number 120 bus right outside the door.

- A city bus for a getaway car?

- At 2:46, he was at the Melrose office,

and just about 10 minutes ago, he cleaned

out the central office.

- He hit the phone company?

- Now suppose I were to take, say five

or $600 from each one?

Welcome to the Christmas club.

- Then to come home and find this Santa.

- It's Christmas Eve, and we just busted Santa Claus.

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- Oh, thank you.

Merry Christmas.

- You're not getting much.

Oh, don't worry.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Welcome to the Christmas Club.

- Not what you'd call your everyday type MO,

is it, sergeant?

Would you call it that?

Well, I gotta admit, he's enterprising, captain.

I mean, three banks in four hours,

that's some kind of a record, isn't it?

- If you'll pardon my saying so, Crowley,

I don't think you're entirely in the spirit

of the thing here!

- Ah, well, what I meant, captain...

- What we have here is a little old man

in a Santa Claus suit knockin' over banks.

Now, that's the way folk heroes are born,

and that's what we're gonna have

on our hands unless you take that thing

that you sit on, get it down to that bank,

and solve this problem now!

- Yes, sir, right away.

- Be grateful, sergeant.

You know what they expect me to do?

- What's that, sir?

- They want a feasibility report

so they can turn it down.

They expect me to go through...

Me?

It's your unit.

Uh captain, I want you

to understand that I'm no uh...

- Take it, it's all yours.

The bank first, then this.

- Bust Santa Claus.

- Yes, sir, right away.

You mean that this is his first time out, this hot shot

just jumps out of nowhere.

You really believe that?

Oh, this is Sergeant Pepper Anderson.

This is Special Agent... - Of course, Ted, how

nice to see you. - Good to see you.

- So what do you think, Ted, could all this be one guy?

- Well, it almost has to be, if you can

believe the eye wits.

He leaves in a hurry, and he seems to leave alone.

We'll be working together on this, won't we?

- All the way.

You want to go to a party with us tonight?

- Great.

- What?

- McKnight's party.

Didn't he say Friday night?

This is Friday!

- It's next Friday.

So where's the note?

- Well, that's an interesting point.

It's written on a letterhead,

Acme Door and Hardware, St. Louis.

- A holdup note on a letterhead?

- Don't trouble yourself.

Our field office says that firm went

out of business in 1947.

- So can we have a look at it?

- At the note?

Sorry, he seems to have taken it along.

- Little old man?

- Well, not so little, actually.

He's about 5'11", Caucasian, portly,

with crinkly eyes.

- Well, that narrows it down.

- You said he left in a hurry.

How, up the chimney?

- Banks don't have chimneys these days, old sport.

Perhaps you've noticed.

- Well, actually, I'm fussy about those

kind of details.

You know, this is why I love working with you

FBI guys, you're all so full of info.

You know what I mean?

- Well then I guess I should tell you

that he caught a number 120 bus right outside the door here.

- He what?

- Why take the Bureau's word for it, Crowley?

Check it out yourself.

- A city bus for a getaway car?

Look, whatever you can tell us about him will help.

- Well, that depends.

If it's the fella I think it is,

he got right off again.

- Where?

- Well, let's see...

Must've been the very next light.

I caught a red, sure, that's what happened.

- Would you know where he went?

- Yeah.

If it's the fella I'm thinkin' of,

he went into a bank.

- Wait a minute, now, you were going south.

That would be the California National.

- You keep saying if.

- Don't know why.

There's only one Santa Claus.

- California National, they didn't get hit, did they?

- No, he just asked me to change some bills.

He had a bunch of small ones, asked for hundreds.

- Weren't new bills by any chance?

- I presume you mean the hundreds.

No.

If you're hoping for consecutive numbers, I'm sorry.

They were random.

- Figures.

Do you remember what he looked like?

- I remember his eyes.

They were unusual.

- Unusual in what way, I mean, what do you mean?

- They twinkled, actually.

He had one $20 bill left over,

and he gave it to me.

I told him I can't accept tips.

He smiled and said, "What about Christmas presents?"

- Well, he's no fool.

He could spend those hundreds anywhere.

- Right, the lost art of conversation.

You're absolutely right about that, Harry.

Of course, listening is an art, simply listening.

You know?

Of course, you know all about those things, Harry.

That's why I value your opinion.

A pearl pendant for Mrs. Volusia.

How about it, huh?

Suit her personality?

Come on, one way or the other, out with it.

Oh, Harry, with a vagueness like that,

you'd have a great future in politics.

Did you ever think of running?

Did you ever think.

Well, don't.

It'll ruin all your chances.

Let's see, Mrs. Volusia.

Will you look at that?

When you look at all the work I still have to do,

thank goodness it only happens once a year.

Be generous, it's Christmas.

- Well?

- I, ah, I'm workin' on it, captain.

- I have a smoking teletype.

- Reason to bore me?

- That tells us our Santa has struck again.

- Oh, that's great, I needed that.

- Department of Water and Power this time,

and he has a pattern.

- Yeah?

- A good pattern.

You know how he worked it?

The 102 bus, see, cleverly marked in red.

All the banks are on the one line, one, two, three.

Hits a bank, catches a bus.

Hits a bank, catches a bus.

Three banks in four hours.

- So where is he now?

- As of 26 minutes ago, he was right here,

so, if he follows the pattern, all we

have to do is sit and wait.

- Gonna be that easy, huh?

- Who says it's only the thought that counts?

- Really?

- What, does it take three of you to watch this machine?

- I was watchin' them, actually.

- Pepper, listen, where did you get that pattern?

How did you come up with that?

- We are supposed to cooperate with the Bureau.

- Ted Felton?

- You had your nose stuck in all those books.

- Oh, that's a lot of fun.

You talk like I got a choice.

- So what's wrong with Ted?

I mean, somebody had to get on it, sergeant.

- Well then get on it, sergeant.

I mean, I'm assigning it to you.

To you.

Now, I don't want to hear about this dude,

I don't want to bother with him, just come up.

Listen, you just bring me in Santa Claus, okay?

I got work to do.

- Whoa, bring me in Santa Claus.

Now, that's what I call the Christmas spirit.

- 2:11, Department of Water and Power, there it is.

Santa Claus, 1600 block Monroe.

Give me the map.

- Here. - Oh.

- All right, so he started here,

so he's here, so he's here.

He got the 21 bus line north to uh,

what's north of here, Joe?

- Well, DWP has an office on Sixth Street, 2800 block.

- So can we do it?

Can we get there before he does?

- 12Y51.

- 12Y51, go ahead.

- Well, the 21 bus just came and went

and no Santa Claus.

- Well, let's see then, the next one

is due in 15 minutes.

Keep an eye out.

- Tell me, friend, did you ever think

of working that place in there?

- You kidding?

They won't give me a nickel, man.

Them people in there is paying their bills.

- Look, I'm in the same business myself.

I'm gonna tell you something funny

about those people in there.

They have got to find something to do with the change.

You dig?

- 12Y51.

- Yes, go ahead.

- Something's happenin' out here.

- Got you 12Y52.

I see him.

May I help you?

- Oh, definitely.

- What's he doing, G2-ing the joint?

- It isn't right, Joe.

That's not his MO.

It just can't be.

6 Adam 18 and all units

in the vicinity, a 211 silent at the DWP,

2800 block Sixth, code two.

- 6 Adam 18 responding.

We're right on it.

6 Adam 18 roger.

- Oh, I beg your pardon.

Merry Christmas.

- 51, what the hell is going on around here?

- What's the matter?

What's happening?

They blew it.

- Grab him!

Stop him, somebody stop him!

Him!

Him right there!

No, not him!

The other man!

- What other man?

I'll take this one, you take that one.

Crowley's gonna love this.

- Gonna be easy, huh, just sit and wait.

- It was such a clear pattern, Bill.

- That's right, a dummy's pattern.

- Okay, so he's not a dummy.

- Uh huh, well, you think I'm gonna rub it in, don't you?

You think I'm gonna give you a bad time

just because you stood there and you

watched a suspect pull a 211 right in front of ya,

and then you let him get away.

Well, I tell ya, just to prove to you

what kind of a guy I am,

just to show you how you've misjudged me,

I'm gonna go back to my paperwork

and leave the whole thing in your hands, sergeant.

- Has he seen it yet?

- You haven't seen it yet, have you?

- You mean this?

They tell me this is the best of the bunch.

Let's hope it's a good likeness.

- What time does the bomb go off?

- You see, that's what I mean about being misjudged.

Now, where you going?

- I'm leaving before you become violent, my friend.

- Me too. - Uh huh, uh huh.

Listen, did you think about getting

a blow up of this made?

- Yeah.

- Say listen, what ever happened to good old Ted Felton?

- DWP is out of his jurisdiction, remember?

I'll see if I can get Santa to hit

another bank, okay?

- It's kinda hard to tell anything from that.

I mean, that could be anybody.

- I know, but even a general resemblance.

Early 60s, portly, about 5'11".

- There's only one guy I can think of.

He's a regular.

I don't mean every day, but he always uses

the same stop, you know?

- To be perfectly honest, I can't really say.

- But you did get a good look at the suspect?

- It's the strangest thing.

I was perfectly calm at the time.

I remember him standing right over there.

But afterwards...

He didn't even have a gun, did he?

- Let me ask you this, can you definitely

rule this man out?

- No.

I can't say that.

- Then it is possible.

What if I brought him in, say, stood him right here?

- Tell you what I remember, quite clearly, in fact.

His tie.

I could identify that.

- Yeah.

- So what's he's up to?

- Comparing prices.

He's been doing that on everything.

Hello, Mr. Mims.

What'll it be today?

- Well, uh, I think a dozen eggs'll do it.

- Yes, sir... - Oh, wait, wait.

Is that price correct?

- Yes, sir, Mr. Mims.

It went up just yesterday.

It never lets up, does it?

You better make it half a dozen.

- Q. Waldo Mims, Q for Quincy.

He's living on $316 a month Social Security

and a small pension from a firm in St. Louis,

not the one on the note.

He's got $129 in savings, period.

So why are we chasing this guy?

- But you did say St. Louis.

- Bill, this Santa Claus guy, I mean,

just so far this week has ripped off,

well, almost 5,000 bucks.

That poor Mims hasn't got a spare nickel.

- It seems mighty strange to me, really.

- Could this be him?

- Sure and 600 other guys.

- Yeah, okay.

I can see I'm askin' too much of you guys.

I mean, why trouble yourselves.

Why don't you just write up the report

and turn it into Barnes?

Maybe that'll improve your standing around here,

or is there something else you maybe

can dream up to do?

- There's no way we're gonna see in there.

All he's got is those two little dinky windows.

- Really? - I guess we better

go around the back.

- You said the angle was lousy.

- Ordinarily that's true, but with the agility

my partner has here, uh...

Are you sure you want to do this?

Well, nobody can

say I'm not motivated.

- You know, I'd do it myself if I didn't

have my lucky break.

- I appreciate that, Peter, but I've

always wanted to fly.

- Just take it easy now, really, will ya?

- Okay.

Ah!

12Y51.

- Go ahead.

- Pepper, you better get over here right away.

- Oh, Joseph, icky poo.

- You're not gonna believe this.

- I already don't believe it.

- No, I mean it.

I saw something on the way down.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talkin' about Mims.

Look, I went right past the window, didn't I?

I wasn't gonna waste it.

- Well, what did you see, quick eyes?

- I saw a Santa Claus suit,

and Mims was puttin' it on.

- Hot damn, all of a sudden he's lookin' good.

- Merry Christmas.

- Okay, what the hell is this?

- Take a look yourself.

See it?

- What's the matter with you, Joe?

- Nothin', nothin' at all.

- See, Mims shows up in a Santa suit,

gets on a bus, goes to the florist,

buys that bouquet of flowers, gets on another bus,

and gets off here.

So what?

That's not exactly a bank or anything over there.

It looks like a bunch of rooming houses.

See now, that's an astute observation.

That's why he's running things, and we're

a bunch of peons.

Hey, hey, hey.

Well, I suppose that tells us something.

Well, what is he gonna do, rip her off?

Yeah, really.

She's got money written all over her.

- You never know about those little old ladies.

Sometimes they might have 30 thou under the mattress.

- I just saw him.

I just saw him go through that door in there.

- Are you sure?

- How many Santa Clauses we got working the building?

- Wait a minute, it's my turn to kick the door.

- No, no, no, no, you, last week you kicked the door.

Don't you remember that?

- He kicked it.

- Hold it right there.

- Something I can do for you?

- Oh boy.

What am I doing here?

- We're police officers.

- Police?

Ho ho.

Oh, my conscience.

I thought it was a stick up.

Ho ho, you know, not meaning any offense,

but look at the two of them.

- Santa.

- How did you get in here, Mr. Mims?

- Oh, you know my name.

Well, that's reassuring.

The local fuzz is on the ball.

- Uh, you slipped the lock?

- What, that old thing?

I could whistle that open.

No, I used to be a locksmith.

- Than you admit you broke in.

- Well, yes.

- Okay, that's it, let's go.

- I'll get your bag.

- Oh, oh, my God.

She's back early.

- Who?

- The lady who lives here.

Now, you're not gonna like this,

but we're gonna have to go down that fire escape right now!

- Like hell, come on, Mims, let's...

- There is no time to discuss it.

She'll be here any second.

- So what?

- Use your eyes, will you woman?

What you're looking at is charity.

- You mean, you did all this?

- Yes, and if Mrs. Volusia finds out about it,

she'll be horrified to the core.

Don't you understand, this is the one

way to help her that she cannot refuse.

Please, she'll be here any moment!

- This turkey talks like he's out of his gourd.

- She's a proud and spirited woman

trying to live on her Social Security check,

which everybody knows is impossible.

She has nothing for herself.

You can see that.

Please, can we start?

- We're not goin' out the window.

Now, when we leave, we're going by the front door.

- Here, you see that?

It's cat food.

She's 76 years of age, and this is what

she has to eat to stay alive.

Twice a week, it's all she can afford.

- Bill, there's a lady comin' up the steps now.

- Oh.

Oh.

- So what are you, the Easter Bunny?

- You know, you're being very unreasonable.

I have receipts for every single article

I brought into that room.

- You're gonna have to come up with 'em too.

I guess you know that.

- You still haven't answered the question, Mr. Mims.

- Three banks in four hours

and then three of those other...

- Department of Water and Power offices.

- Yeah, I don't see how a man could

move that fast.

A 23-year-old kid couldn't do it.

And look at me, I'm 73.

- Where did you get the money for all those gifts?

- Oh, I have resources.

- Yeah, I know, 316 a month.

- We're gonna have to take a look

at those receipts and see what they add up to.

- You know, we really are an extravagant

nation, are we not?

You know, if anything gets the least bit shabby,

whoopee, we throw it away.

And, you know, people get shabby too.

Anything over 65 gets junked.

- Did you pull the job, Mr. Mims?

- You're telling us that you did it.

- Oh, I don't know.

You see, it is not my job to answer

questions like that.

That's your job.

- Mine?

- That's what we pay you for, isn't it?

Huh?

We, the taxpayers?

- You see how it's gonna be.

- Mr. Mims, let's knock off the chit chat.

Time is pretty valuable around here.

- Oh, sure, I can understand that.

- She's serious, Mr. Mims.

- Oh, she is.

All right then, let's all get serious.

Did you have a warrant when you came

busting in to that room there?

Did you identify yourself and announce your intentions?

Did you read me my rights before you took me into custody?

You have a case, file it.

File it now or let me go,

because if you try to hassle me

with 48 hours in the bucket,

I'll write a 181 on you that'll

melt you right down to the ground

and you too, Sergeant Crowley.

You and those hinky looking dudes you

brought into that room.

I'll go right on from there into false arrest,

malicious prosecution and everything else that applies.

No hard feelings, I hope.

- Well, we were holding our own in there.

I'd say it came out about 50-50.

Gonna behave yourself now?

- Certainly not.

- Bet you don't have that feasibility report, either.

Oh boy.

- Now then, sergeant, I find I'm confused.

The manager said something about a commotion.

- Yes, we got word that there was

a prowler in the building.

- Ah, I see, a prowler.

- In this room, in fact.

- Well, I guess there was.

My dear, I don't care how tough you are.

It's hard to keep going sometimes.

When there's but one check a month

and only four walls, you can get the feeling,

especially at night, a feeling that

no one on this earth really knows you're alive,

much less cares.

And then to come home and find this Santa,

this, whoever he is, or perhaps she.

Well, who knows what I might've come to otherwise?

But there's no doubt about it, sergeant,

and I mean this, he's gotten me

through the last three years.

- Three years he's been doing this?

Okay, that's our answer, now we got him.

- How do you figure that?

- He's got a pattern!

Then he breaks the pattern, it's okay,

it's all right there in the computer.

We just have to go dig it out.

Look, older people got habits,

deep ingrained habits.

We just use it against him.

- Just like that.

- Well, no, not just like that,

but it's all there, Pep, it's all there

right in the computer.

All we gotta do is dig it out

and wait for him to come to us.

- If he's been at this for three years,

how come we only found out about it now?

- Right.

- You know, I'm glad you asked me that, Pete,

because that shows interest, and interest shows motivation.

So you two get down and stand in the computer line.

I want you to punch in everything we know,

age, MO, the whole business.

When you get the right answer, come back.

I'll be right here.

Let's hope, kid.

- I see a young man getting off, a woman,

two kids, no Mims.

- What are you shaking your head for?

- It just bothers me.

- Why, because he's giving the loot away?

Oh fine, Merry Christmas and all that.

Except first he steals it.

- I know. - Okay then.

- I wonder how many he's got on his list,

how many hungry old people like Mrs. Volusia.

- What's the difference?

- Just suppose right now, today, we catch him, dead bang.

- Well then, we'll be looking good for a change.

- And suppose he's got, maybe he's still got

like five old ladies to go.

What happens to them?

- Oh boy, you're really gonna give me trouble, aren't you?

Huh?

- What happens to them, Bill?

You weren't there, Bill.

You weren't there to see the look on her face,

to hear the emotion in her voice.

You don't even know what I'm talking about.

- You think I'm gonna get a kick out of busting this guy?

I mean, you would think I really want

to grab some old guy like that off the street

and throw him in the jail?

I mean, there are a lot of rotten people in that jail!

- But don't you think this is just a little different?

I mean, this time, this one man is just

a little tiny bit more human than the usual

scum we run into?

- Listen, let's get something straight, Pepper.

I mean, suppose he turns around right now

and he pulls a heist.

Suppose we see him and catch him dirty.

What are you gonna do?

- Bust him.

That's what I'm gonna do, bust him.

- I don't think I believe you.

- What?

- Well, what do you expect me to believe?

Pepper...

- Mims.

Where is he?

Where is he?

- We lost him.

That's great.

Losing a suspect.

That's no big deal, sergeant.

It happens all the time.

Sure, it happens to me.

Everybody does it, right?

- That's right, captain.

- What time would you say it was

when you last saw him?

2:30.

- 2:30, well, he shouldn't be too hard to locate.

Why don't you run on down to the phone company?

- The what?

- Phone company.

At 2:46, he was at the Melrose office,

at 3:19 the Lake Street office,

and just about 10 minutes ago, he was at Sixth and Main,

where he cleaned out the central office.

- He hit the phone company?

- Yes, that's right.

But I'm a grown man, and a grown man

shouldn't let a little thing like that bother him.

- We're in trouble.

- Trouble?

No, sergeant, you too, Anderson, you're not in trouble.

You're our top unit.

You had the suspect under close surveillance,

and he pulled off three robberies right under your nose.

Three!

Nah, you're not in trouble.

Except with me and the chief and now the phone company!

- Hmm, all right, a little snow would be nice.

- Morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning. - Merry Christmas.

- Please, I don't want to see one.

- Oh, come on, Pep, don't be that way.

It's Christmas Eve.

- This hour of the morning, to me, it's just

another work day as far as I'm concerned.

- Moody on Christmas?

Pepper, that's not nice.

- What do you know, it's us.

- What is?

- Joe had an idea, so we fed it into the computer.

It's Christmas Eve, right?

The way it looks is, Mims always saves

one last shot for Christmas Eve.

The thing is, where or when can we predict it?

- Mims, pattern established.

Final operation December 24 corresponds

to location number four, initial day of operation.

Who wrote this, a lawyer?

- The computer, come on, come on, read the rest of it.

- Pattern projection based on operations previous

indicates California National Bank, Fifth and Union.

- That's it then, California National, Fifth and Union.

I think we got him.

What are you talking about?

- I keep telling you that older people

are creatures of habit, right?

California National, remember the teller

kept talking about Mims' eyes,

how they twinkled and all...

- Yes, I know, so he exchanged some money there.

So what?

- But that's the pattern, babe.

Today, he goes back and he knocks it off!

- Today is Christmas Eve.

- I think we got him.

- You know what, I think so too.

- Let's do it. - Let's do it.

Come on.

- 12Y50, this is 12Y52.

Bill, he just split.

His ETA is about three minutes to your location.

- Okay, 52, we read you.

You heard what they said, let's go.

We're reasonably certain that there won't be any shooting.

- He isn't armed, Mr. Somers.

He just uses that note.

- Still, I don't know.

Just letting him walk in here like that.

What if there's trouble?

- I can assure you, we're not gonna attempt

anything in here.

We have men outside.

We'll let him go outside with the cash,

and then we'll grab him there.

- Well, all right.

I'm sure you know what you're doing.

12Y50.

- Yeah, Pete?

- He's comin' in the bank.

- Listen, we can cover the other exit from here,

so everything's cool.

- Okay.

- May I help somebody?

- 12Y52.

- Yeah, Bill?

- Mims just got in line.

Looks like his wandering days are just about over.

- All right.

- This is your bust.

You should be feeling pretty good right now.

- Just make sure you put the cuffs on him.

Count me out.

- Thank you and a Merry Christmas.

May I help you?

You sure may.

Well, I'm afraid I must've lost my withdrawal slip.

I'm sorry.

- He forgot the note.

He forgot the note!

- Well, sit tight.

He'll write another one.

- Old guys like that they get superstitious.

Geez, how could he forget the note?

How could he do a thing like that?

- Well, don't take it personally!

- 12Y52, he's comin' out.

- What?

- I said let him walk.

He forgot the note.

The old thief forgot his note!

- What did he say?

- The old dink forgot the note.

- That's the second time he's transferred.

He's not going home.

He's going the other way.

- Listen, you guys dog him.

I know I should talk, but just don't lose him.

You hear me?

- We got you, William.

- What's the matter?

He got away, didn't he?

- The note.

Bill, if he forgot it...

- Yeah, what?

- Well, if he forgot it, it could still be

in his room, couldn't it?

- You know, it just could be.

We'd never get a warrant, though.

It's Christmas Eve.

Who could find a judge on Christmas Eve?

Even if we could, he wouldn't talk business.

- Well then, we'll just have to wait'll next year, won't we?

- I'll find the judge.

- That must be his wife.

Wonder what happened to her.

- Suppose they had any kids?

- No, there'd be pictures.

Lieutenant Q.W. Mims.

He was a flyer in the First World War.

- Look at this.

Remember in Mrs. Volusia's room, the day we busted him,

he had three names to go.

- Hmm, looks like we kind of loused up his schedule.

- 36 names here all together.

Look, he's all through, everything's crossed off the list.

- So what's with the California National Bank?

- Yeah, what?

- That's the third bus that went by.

What's he waiting for?

He's not gonna believe what you're

gettin' ready to tell him.

Yeah, sure.

- That's right, Bill.

That's just what I said, a chauffer-driven,

white convertible Rolls Royce.

How about that, huh?

- Pete, what did you expect,

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?

Just stay with him, would you?

- Creature of habit, huh?

- Yeah, you just keep digging.

- Bill, there's no note.

- Just dig a little deeper, Pepper.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

- Scrooge!

- I hate to admit it, Pep, but Waldo's done it to us.

He's licked us.

- Well, 12Y50.

12Y50.

12Y50?

- It's Pepper.

- Well, Pep, we ran a check on the plates,

and the Rolls is rented.

He's down here at the wholesale market now

filling it up with food baskets.

- How's he paying for it?

- A very good question.

- Check it out, see what you can find.

- You know what I keep thinking about?

When I was a kid, I read a story called

The Purloined Letter, where this guy

takes a letter and he puts it a mantel,

right in front, in plain sight.

Tells the other guy it's hidden,

but it was always there, right in plain sight.

- I've looked everywhere so have you.

Can't even find the cat.

- Like I said, I think we're just kidding ourselves.

- It's just an idea.

Oh no.

- That's what I call hard evidence.

Okay, that's the ballgame.

Let's go pick him up.

- You're gonna love this, Billy.

- Are they inside?

- Yup.

- Okay, you guys want to take the back?

Let's go.

There you are, Happy Christmas.

- God bless you.

God bless you, dear.

And here you are, sir.

Merry Christmas.

- Yes, yes, same to you.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas, dear.

- Thank you very much.

? Silent night, holy night ?

- Merry Christmas to you, my dear.

And a Merry Christmas to you also.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, darling.

Merry Christmas, sir.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, dear.

And a Merry.

So I did leave it at home, hmm?

- Would you like to step outside with us, please?

- That's beautiful, man.

It's Christmas Eve, and we just busted Santa Claus.

? Sleep in heavenly peace ?

- Right over here, Mr. Mims.

- Oh, please, sergeant, why not a little style?

After all, it's paid for until midnight.

- You see ah... - Right, Mr. Mims, come on.

Why not?

- Okay, why not?

- Good, good.

Justin, will you give me those gifts?

This is a quaint little custom, you know,

matching wassail cups.

After all, it's the season.

Sergeant, that's yours.

Here, my dear.

- Thank you very much.

- Uh, Mr. Mims, I can't accept this.

- Oh, it's paid for with good honest money.

- Bill, you're not gonna say no to Santa Claus, are you?

- That's not the point, Pete.

You know the rules.

- Bill, it's Christmas Eve.

- Thank you, Mr. Mims.

- Good, good, and, gentlemen, here are yours.

- Thank you very much, Mr. Mims.

- Thank you, Mr. Mims, and Merry Christmas to you.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas to both of you.

- Pete, would you get my car back to the garage, please?

- Now, oh, about the car,

it really was a necessity.

If these people didn't think I was very wealthy,

they wouldn't have accepted the gifts.

And it was kind of you not to blow my cover.

Now I can come back again next year.

- Next year?

- Yes!

Oh my dear, what jury would convict a nice

little old man like me, huh?

- Faith in blind justice.

- Merry Christmas, Waldo.

- Merry Christmas.

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