All language subtitles for Ally McBeal - 5x07 - Nine One One.en

Hello?

Sir?

Are you okay?

WYATT:
My wife.

Oh, I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

Is there anything I can do?

Depends. Are you an angel?
A saint? A prophet?

No. No. I'm an attorney.

Oh, that figures.

I'm standing here,
asking the Father. . .

. . .to deliver me some kind of heavenly
sign, and he sends me a lawyer.

Well, God works
in mysterious ways, they say.

What?

Actually, I could use an attorney.
I was just fired by my congregation.

I might have a case
for wrongful termination.

Why did they fire you?

They said I could no longer
perform the function of the job.

Oh.

Because?

I don't believe in God.

I've been down this road

Nine One One

Walking the line
That's painted by pride

And I have made mistakes in my life
That ljust can 't hide

Oh, I believe I am ready
For what love has to bring

I got myself together
Now I'm ready to sing

I've been searching my soul tonight
I know there's so much more to life

Now I know I can shine the light
To fiind my way back home

Baby

Oh yeah

You took this guy's case?
He's clergy.

Not all religions believe in God.
There are some sects that don't.

-And what's his?
-Methodist.

It's a tough sell, I admit.
That doesn't mean--

-How can a minister not believe in God?
-His wife was killed.

I'll try to settle it
or make it go away.

He seemed like he needed help,
and I couldn't say no.

Could you just allow this for me,
please? I don't ask for much.

-I don't!
-Uh. . . .

Let's see, Hooley v. the town
of Jackman, Massachusetts.

-Mine.
-What's it about?

-I don't know.
-You don't know?

No. I am meeting the client at 1 0,
youngster, and I will know then.

Move along.

FISH: Speaking of sexual harassment,
we need you to sign waivers.

Our office Christmas party
is Wednesday night.

-Jenny, you can bring your mother.
-I don't like you dogging my mother.

Where's your Yuletide spirit?
'Tis the season to get your jolly.

I'm tired of pulling the religious
sled. What's that song?

-"Wattle Wonderland"?
-Winter.

Whatever. Bygones. Party Wednesday.
Parents welcome. Adjourned.

-He canceled Christmas?
-Basically.

The parade, the street decorations,
they're not doing any of it.

-Did the mayor say why?
-The town is in a recession.

He thinks it is irresponsible
to spend on nonessential--

Oh, but this is Jackman.
I go there to buy ornaments.

-They have a Santa's Village.
-That's partly the reason.

The manufacturing plant
and village burned down.

It was our town industry, so because
it's Christmas, the mayor. . . .

The kids are heartbroken.

-Can't you have a parade on your own?
-No, we can't get the permit.

Ms. McBeal,
the board adores your client.

We want him to continue being
the minister. You know that.

-I can't question God?
-Of course you can.

You're saying you don't believe in him.
It takes the pep out of the hymns.

Actually, what I said
to the congregation was. . .

. . .that God no longer believes in us.

Or if he does,
he simply no longer cares.

How can we have
our minister saying that?

Of all the ridiculous motions
to put before me.

-That's not a productive start.
-You can't sue for canceling a parade.

This isn't just a parade.
This is about Christmas.

Christmas?

-Perhaps you've heard of it.
-Have you heard of contempt?

I have, but if you held me in it,
how would I know, you grumpy lump?

-I apologize. You hit a holiday nerve.
-I've put up with you for five years.

All I ask, your curmudgeon-ness,
is that you listen to my client.

He paid taxes to this municipality.

He moved there, in part to participate
in events, and now this one is gone.

Just give us five minutes. Is there
a root canal you're running late for?

Let's have a rock 'n ' roll Christmas
Just like we used to know

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

A rock 'n ' roll Christmas
And I'll meet you by the mistletoe

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

Rock around the tree
Go Santa go, go, go

-You shouldn't do that.
-Why?

-It's too sexual for a holiday party.
-To women you're a stocking stuffer.

I'm up here as a "stocking stuffer"?

It's Christmas. Birth of Christ,
conception, sex.

You're the ocean.
I'm the sperm whale. Dance.

Let's have a rock 'n ' roll Christmas
Just like we used to know, ooh

Yeah a rock 'n ' roll Christmas
And I'll meet you by the mistletoe

There's no way I'm gonna be able
to get a court to reinstate you. . .

. . .if this is how you truly feel.

Is it?

Well, I'm sure in time, l--

You know, I probably should
have asked you this before. . .

. . .but how did your wife die?

She was shot.

A man came to rob her. She fumbled
opening her purse, so he shot her.

And you blame God.

You're the expert, but I believe that
the Lord gave man free will.

Which, given the times, would seem
to be an abuse of discretion, right?

You know, as a minister,
you must deal with death a lot. . .

. . .and you have had to comfort
families who have lost loved ones.

And what do you say to them?

I fire off a few sacred platitudes
and pray that they buy it.

I know that isn't true.

Ms. McBeal,
I can't even help my own son.

He--

What kind of a minister could I be?

Do you want to tell me about your son?

He's an amazing kid.

And when he sings. . .

. . .it always seemed to me that
it sounded like the voice of God. . .

. . .to hear music
coming from him.

He doesn't sing anymore.

Is that what this is about?
You not being able to help your son?

(KNOCKING]

John, l--

-Hello.
-Hello.

Is there a reason
you're dressed like an elf?

Yes, Veterans Day.
Why would anybody dress like an elf?

-Have we all forgotten Christmas?
-Bite my head off.

-Or why don't you just bite me.
-Damn shoe doesn't even fit.

(SCREAMS]

Can't even get a decent elf shoe,
for God's sake.

What is wrong?

I'm disappointed with mankind.
Did you need something?

I was looking for you
to talk to my minister client.

The one who doesn't believe in God.
Even my elf underwear is riding up.

John, I'm not really equipped to deal
with somebody who's lost God.

Why not?

I don't know. I just. . . .

From what I can tell, he's devastated
because his son won't sing.

The boy can sing well,
and since his mother died, he won't.

Any advice?
You're good at these things.

Why don't you go talk to the son?

Hi. Excuse me, I'm looking--

-Malcolm?
-Ally?

Well, hey! Wow.

-What are you doing here?
-Well, I came to see--

-Oh, my God.
-What?

-Is your dad Harrison Wyatt?
-Yes.

-And he's a minister?
-Has something happened?

-He's my client.
-He is?

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, Malcolm. . .

. . .I'm so sorry about your mother.

You know, I wish that
you would have called me.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

It was rough for a while,
but I'm really doing fine now.

Your dad doesn't think you are,
and I know that he isn't doing well.

Why? What's going on?

-Could I come in?
-Of course.

It's not just a parade. It's an event
families look forward to for months.

To suddenly cancel it, it's arbitrary,
hurtful and very unfair.

There are other towns
with celebrations.

-Couldn't you take your children--?
-It's not the same. This is our town.

You celebrate holidays where you live,
not in somebody else's yard.

What about the fiscal
well-being of the community?

Jackman's always had big Fourth
of Julys, Labor Days, Halloweens.

We do it up. That's who we are.

You want to cancel Columbus Day?
Okay. Labor Day, Presidents' Day.

If the town can't acknowledge
those occasions, so be it.

But Christmas?

No mayor should be able
to cancel Christmas. I'm sorry.

ELAINE SINGS:
Oh, yeah

Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney

Stuck in my chimney
Stuck in my chimney

Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney

-This doesn't seem to be a duet.
-Oh, it's a duet, trust me.

There he was in the middle
Of the chimney

JENNY:
Testing. Testing.

What's going on?

We're rehearsing
for the Christmas party.

-Pick another song.
-Why? This one's suited--

-Pick another number or partner.
-What happened to holiday spirit?

Just keep your grubby,
horny little paws off Glenn.

I didn't know your father
was a minister.

I thought you sang
in somebody else's church.

Reverend Harris.
I used to sing in his choir.

You don't sing
in anybody's church now?

No.

-Is that because you're not able to?
-I don't want to.

And I just can't make it happen.

-Do you think in time, it'll just--?
-I don't know.

I always sang with my mother when
I was little. To her when I got older.

The truth is, I can't listen
to music right now.

You know, Malcolm,
you're so smart and--

You know tragedies happen
to good people.

Yeah, I do.

But my mother. . .

. . .if you knew her. . . .

If he wanted to take her, okay.

But tell me why she had
to be shot in the neck. . .

. . .bleed to death on the sidewalk.

-So you're angry at God.
-I'm not really angry at him.

You just don't feel
like talking to him much.

I don't know what the problem is,
but you can't hang in here as an elf.

-I'm preparing the mayor's cross.
-What's going on?

The world seems so desperate.

Oh, that.

You know, Richard, privately every
Christmas, I rent the elf costume.

I scamper around my house at night
to imbue myself with good tidings.

Gee. Good idea to do it privately.

It's a tradition. It started years ago
when I went to rent a Santa outfit.

They were sold-out, as they
always are, hence the elf costume.

But this year, the rack was filled
with Santa Claus costumes.

Nobody wants to be Santa anymore.
How about that?

And still you chose to be an elf.

Do you understand what I'm trying
to say? We've all flatlined.

I don't know how to respond.
Other than, if you leave again. . .

. . .because you're sad,
can I redecorate your hole?

I gotta get back to court.

(TOILET FLUSHES]

Could you have possibly
offered him something more?

I've never been good with elves.

This party in the bar?
It will, in fact, be a party, right?

Yeah, of course. Why?

Because I think we all need one.

-This is not a year to celebrate.
-Why not, Mayor Horn?

First of all,
people died in that fire.

Second, we're in a terrible recession.
We can barely pay teachers.

A snowstorm?
We can't afford to plow the streets.

So you, in your mayoral wisdom,
decide to cancel the holiday.

I'm not extinguishing the holiday.
I won't authorize the wastiture--

-Object to wastiture. It's not a word.
-Sustained.

You're not just withholding funds.

You're denying a permit
for people to celebrate.

Many people lost their jobs.

We had six firemen
lose their lives in that fire.

This is not the time
to be throwing parades.

That's your opinion.

It's disrespectful
to be celebrating in the streets.

Given the state of things, a public
party is blatant inappropriate-ism.

It's a fake word. Move to strike.

Mr. Mayor, please use real words, sir.

Look at me, and let me ask you this.

-I missed the question.
-I haven't asked it.

-He's tinkering with my rhythm.
-Just ask your question.

What about the people, sir,
who need this holiday?

As a mayor, Mr. Cage, a politician. . .

. . .I have to look beyond
what the public needs. . .

. . .and consider what they want.

Most of the people
do not want this parade.

Most didn't want the Christmas tree
in Main Street.

People aren't in the mood
for Christmas.

What about those who are?

Again, I repeat, out of respect for
our economy and the lost lives. . .

. . .I think we should be allowed
to mourn, out of common courtesy-ism.

Elves are working overtime

Making lots of toys

Reindeer hooves on all the roofs

Good little girls and boys

-Come on.
-It's Christmas, damn it.

Big old cups of steaming cider

Falling asleep by a cozy fiire

It's the warm and fuzzy time of year

It's the warm and fuzzy time of year

With all due respect,
it isn't normal for a minister. . .

. . .to preach that there is no God,
so I have to question--

-I'm not allowed to be in crisis?
-You can, but so is he.

-Well, then let me deal with him.
-But you're not.

Have you ever had somebody
you loved suddenly die?

The man I loved more than life itself
laid down in front of me. . .

. . .and died in my arms.
Would you like to see the scars?

If it were just you telling me to
leave you alone, I might accept that.

But it's not just you. It's him.

(PHONE RINGS]

-I hear you're still coming on to Glenn.
-Jenny, they're Christmas songs.

When a guy moves on somebody else's
girl, they settle it with fists.

With women, they talk things out.
I prefer the guy way.

-You're gonna hit me?
-Well.

-That's a warning.
-Excuse me, Jenny.

Don't ever push me.

Oh, but, Elaine, I will.

Oh, Jenny, you're mistaken.

All right!

John, I'm sorry!

-Fistfights in the office now?
-I didn't realize--

Let's all beat each other up!

-'Tis the season!
-What's going on?

Your girlfriend punched me!
Why don't we all just fight?

No, it isn't that
I no longer believe in God. . .

. . .nor is it I don't think he's good,
it's just. . . .

Just what?

He's not enough.
I want to lead the congregation.

How can I stand up there
and convince them he's enough?

And I guess I haven't been able
to convince Malcolm, either.

What do you say to that?

I wish I'd known how inadequate
he was before she died.

-I would have been more prepared.
-You think so?

You think I was prepared?

The thing that surprises me is. . .

. . .you must have gone through this
with hundreds of congregants.

You know eventually
they will come out of it.

-Why don't you believe that you will?
-Because Suzanne--

You know that after she was shot,
she was laying there on the sidewalk. . .

. . .and she looked up at the man
who mortally wounded her. . .

. . .and she asked him to dial 91 1 .

91 1 .

She's looking at the man
who shot her. . .

. . .and somehow she sees enough
good in him that she believes. . . .

That was Suzanne.

And you know, where I was caught
so unprepared. . .

. . .was not that she died. . .

. . .but how gone she is.

I've been in church for 1 5 years,
preaching the eternity of our souls. . .

. . .and I'll tell you, she's gone.

Every day, she's more gone.

I'm sorry, Malcolm. I'm sorry.

Well. . . .

I must tell you that I reject
everything you just said.

You know, four years ago,
I met an 8-year-old boy with cancer.

And he hired me to sue God, actually.

And Billy.

Now, I do sometimes
see him as a ghost.

I know that it's me
summoning him up in a way.

But I get to talk to him in my mind,
and I get to talk to him in my heart.

And he'll never be gone
because I'll never let him go.

It's because your mother's still here
that you can't sing.

And it's because your mother is
still here that you will sing again.

-I don't know if I believe it myself.
-You don't?

Well, I try to.
I certainly need to, but. . . .

The truth is that it plays right
into my biggest fear. . .

. . .that when people are gone,
they're gone.

My grandmother and Billy. . . .

The idea that they're nothingness. . .

. . .that we all become nothing.

-Do you believe that we have souls?
-Yes.

Tell me something good, anything.
I just need to hear something good.

We have souls.

-Did they put the parade back on?
-Not yet, that's. . . .

Wow, that case has really
gotten to you, hasn't it?

It just so taps into what
I was saying a week ago.

We have all become so deadened.
Now we're canceling parades.

-Where's the hope, for God's sake?
-Are you deadened?

You've seemed so sad lately, and. . . .

Well, that's what this is, isn't it?
It's not that town.

You've lost Christmas.

I'm behind on my Christmas shopping.
It makes me anxious, that's all.

I haven't lost anything.

A little late to be putting up a tree,
isn't it? Christmas Eve?

Well, yeah, but I guess it's better
than not putting one up at all.

I just came from the church.

-I got my job back.
-You did?

Oh, well, that's. . . .

That's fantastic.

I'm doing the midnight service
tonight. At least, I'm gonna try.

That's great.

Assuming I can come up
with something to say.

-What do you feel?
-What do I feel?

Yeah.

Well, I feel. . . .

I feel I need to believe
in what you said.

I need to believe somehow
that she's still here.

Otherwise. . . .

-Otherwise what?
-Otherwise, evil wins.

Yeah, well. . .

. . .we can't let that happen.

Punch anybody lately?

Women hit on you
because they think they can.

Sorry?

I mean, they see
that you're with me. . .

. . .and they figure you're gettable
because you're handsome and I'm. . . .

You're what?

You're prettier than me, and
I'm okay with that most of the time.

But the laws of nature
require beautiful men. . .

. . .to be with beautiful women,
so I just get insecure.

First of all, you're the most beautiful
woman I have ever laid eyes on.

Second, I love you.

You're not just saying that
because you think I need to hear it?

I'm saying it because it's true. . .

. . .and because
Elaine needs to hear it.

(DOOR OPENS]

I'm sorry.

I would never hit on somebody
else's boyfriend. Not for real.

That's what it looked like, and that's
what it always looks like with you.

On this occasion,
it was part of the act.

As for what it always looks like. . .

. . .what you have to realize with me is
my whole life is pretty much an act.

-Nobody's saying they can't celebrate.
-He's denying a permit to parade.

That's more than
just holding back funds.

If families want to hold celebrations,
that's okay.

-I'll be dressed as Santa.
-I'll be sorry to miss that.

But in this town. . .

. . .they have had a catastrophic year.

Financially, humanly, it is simply not
a time for rejoicing on the streets.

And to automatically throw a parade
because it's a Christmas tradition. . .

. . .well, to me, that mocks joy.

You don't just check the calendar
and start laughing.

That trivializes happiness.

It also ignores the profound loss.

And the mayor of this town
doesn't believe in doing that.

With all due respectful-ism
to the mayor's opinion. . .

. . .this is no year
to be skipping Christmas.

The people of Jackman
have been knocked to the ground.

When that happens, we get back up.
It's who we are.

That factory, Jackman's economy. . .

. . .was built on hope and optimism. . .

. . .and it needs to be rebuilt
with those same ingredients.

As to the human loss,
as profound as it very much is. . .

. . .it is no honor to the fallen
for the surviving to stay down.

We're not asking
to be out on the streets. . .

. . .slurping margaritas
and singing "Que Ser�, Ser�. "

We just want to go on.

And sometimes to do that,
it helps to celebrate.

Good will toward men,
peace on earth and joy.

A lot of things Christmas stands for
in this country.

Of course everybody hurts
for those firefighters.

They are heroes. . .

. . .and they represent
the best of what we are.

But I think that instead
of going dark. . .

. . .Iet's let the lights shine,
in their honor.

Yes, we need schoolbooks.
We need snowplows.

But as a people. . .

. . .this community has an emotional
need now that they have never. . . .

Uh. . . .

It's just not a year
for skipping Christmas.

-Ally?
-Malcolm, hey.

Hey, thanks for coming in.

-Did you hear my dad got his job back?
-That's why I wanted to talk to you.

I'm sure that he went to the board
and said all the right things. . .

. . .and I realize maybe what I said
yesterday had some effect, but. . . .

-But what?
-Well. . . .

I might have gotten him
most of the way back, but. . . .

We both know that
he's not all the way back.

You need to sing.

-I'm not sure I can.
-You need to try.

For your mother, for your father
and for you.

That it?

Yeah, that's it.

Ally, are you okay?

I'm fine. Fine.

Well. . . .

Merry Christmas.

You too.

He didn't take long.

Well, I'm sure he's anxious
to get to Whoville.

-I apologize.
BAILIFF: Be seated.

A court has no authority
to order a mayor to throw a parade.

However, withholding the permit,
that seems arbitrary.

If the citizens want to congregate,
rejoice on their own time and dime. . .

. . .the government shouldn't stop them.

Mayor Horn, this is a time
when your citizenry. . .

. . .has to learn to deal without things,
but I agree with Mr. Cage.

If there's any year
you need Christmas. . . .

Judgment for the plaintiff. Adjourned.

-Oh yeah, candles burning low.
-Lots of mistletoe

Lots of snow and lights
Everywhere we go

Choirs singing carols

Right outside my door

-I can't get close to her mother.
-Her mother's getting married. Deal.

I can, but she plans to be faithful.
Where's the hope in that, I ask you?

That's what Christmas means
To me my love

BACKUP SINGERS: That's what
Christmas means to me my love

We come here to celebrate
the birth of Christ. . .

. . .to rejoice
in the spirit of the Lord. . .

. . .and to celebrate love itself.

Hatred took the life
of a woman I cherished.

And in so many ways. . .

. . .I felt that the soul of humanity
had been murdered.

But then so many of you
proved to me. . .

. . .as long as humanity
resides in our hearts. . .

. . .it is truly immortal.

I promised my son--

He's here tonight, to try to climb
back in the saddle as well.

He said, "Dad, get me up there quick,"
while he's able.

So, my son.

Who can say for certain?
Maybe you're still here

I feel you all around me

Your memory's so clear

Deep in the stillness

I can hear you speak

You're still an inspiration

Can it be

That you are mine?

Forever love

And you are watching over me

From up above

Are you gently sleeping

Here inside my dream?

And isn 't faith believing

All power can 't be seen?

As my heart holds you

Just one beat away

I cherish all you gave me

Every day

'Cause you are mine

Forever love

Watching me

From up above

And I believe

That angels breathe

And that love will live on
And never leave

Fly me up to where you are

Beyond the distant star

I wish upon tonight

To see you smile

If only for a while

To know you're there

A breath away's not far

To where you are

I know you're there

A breath away's not far

To where you are

OLD LADY:
You stinker!

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