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* I'll have a blue

* Christmas

* Without you

* I'll be so blue...

What's this?

Spring cleaning in December?

Oh, I'm just, you know,

straightening up.

Oh, you got a wash and a wax, too.

What'd you do, take it to Jiffy's over on Franklin?

Huh? No, I didn't.

I did it myself.

No, you didn't. I've seen your wax job.

You took this to Jiffy's, didn't you?

Just tired of driving around in a garbage can, that's all.

That a crime?

No.

I fixed it so Santa would stay after hours.

You'll have the whole store to yourself.

You spoil our girls.

Eh, it's Christmas.

Miss Rizzo.

Savino family. Merry Christmas!

Waiting for your father?

This is our first Christmas together in years.

So I'm surprising him with a steak dinner

at the Hickory Room.

Ah! It's his favorite.

SAVINO: Here he is now.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I have a surprise for you.

You do? Yeah.

Miss Desmond.

Not Miss Desmond for long.

We're gonna be family.

Oh, my God.

JOHNNY: Can you believe it? I'm getting married.

No, I can't.

Congratulations.

Thank you. Listen...

I'm gonna hit the sheets,

but you gonna talk to the contractor, pal,

set things right?

Yeah, in about 20 minutes.

Terrific.

Sweetheart, let's go, babe.

SAVINO: Okay, kids,

you're gonna have a great time. Come on.

Come on, girls.

I had no idea he was coming into town with Diane Desmond.

You mean Diane Rizzo?

(chuckles)

MAN: Merry Christmas! Welcome to the Savoy!

Have a great night, Mia.

You, too.

Jack?

You told me I should ask you out when you're not at work, and...

it doesn't look like you're working.

So...

* You'll be doing all right

* With your Christmas of white

* But I'll have a blue

* Blue, blue, blue Christmas... *

DEL: Gentlemen,

I'm ahead of schedule on almost every casino I'm building you.

Those renovations should have been done already.

Well, what you don't understand about the construction busin-- What you don't understand

is we know al the tricks, Mr. Merrick.

Hell, we invented them.

Our billing's been more than fair.

One more word, you're gonna find yourself

in that foundation you're pouring.

Okay, all right.

Nicky, take a breath.

Take a breath.

Look, Del,

we don't mind you padding your bottom line,

because you're the only builder

in the city who can handle jobs this size.

But pigs get fat and hogs get slaughtered.

You know what I'm saying?

Actually, no, I don't.

You're charging us twice for the same materials

by making it look like there were two different shipments.

Not to mention, my estimate

on the Tumbleweed is 30% over.

We haven't even broken ground yet.

Now this nonsense is over.

Honestly, I don't know how long

I can keep Nicky Tomisano on a leash.

I didn't know that it was going on here, Vincent.

My apologies. Good.

Good.

All right, all this business is put to bed.

In the spirit of Christmas, except for Berman here.

You kidding me? I need to cut costs more than anybody.

You guys got one day

of opening presents. I got eight nights

I got to worry about.

Come on, it's too much.

(chuckles) All right.

Drinks at my place, come on.

(laughing)

* Please help me

* I'm falling

(laughter) * In love with you...

I can't believe a Chicago girl's gonna say this,

but I might actually like honky-tonk music.

Yeah?

Well, then, you should do more than just listen to it.

I'm not much a dancer.

That's all right.

My mama taught me a step or two.

* For I mustn't want you

* But, darling, I do

* Please help me

* I'm falling

* In love with you.

Get that cement going!

Need that foundation done.

Got it.

(clanking) It's jammed.

Dump it.

Pete! Over here!

My God.

That's Del Merrick.

Sheriff Lamb, Deputies,

this is Ginny Merrick, Del Merrick's wife.

I'm sorry about your loss, ma'am.

Del is supposed

to be honored by the Rotary Club this afternoon.

Do you think they'll cancel it?

Son, why don't you take Mrs. Merrick

and get her a drink of water?

Right this way, ma'am.

Let's get you something to drink.

JACK: Poor thing.

She doesn't even know if she's coming or going.

What do we got here, counselor? Dead body cased in cement.

If it's not a Mob hit, I don't know what is.

PETE: Excuse me, Sheriff.

Mr. Merrick had a dispute

with some clients just yesterday.

Well, we are you?

I'm Pete Holm.

I've managed day-to-day for Merrick

for over 20 years.

A half-dozen businessmen came here,

angry over billing.

Nicky Tomisano,

Moe Berman,

Vincent Savino...

They threatened his life.

What's the problem?

Vincent, thank goodness you're here.

Can you believe this?

Believe what?

It's green.

It clashes with my eyes.

Look, we have an entertainment director

who deals with this type of thing.

Talk to him. Vincent.

Please, I have other concerns

about my show that I can't discuss with anyone but you.

A moment with my employer, please?

WOMAN: Yes, ma'am.

And take this awful thing with you.

I'm having trouble concentrating at work.

I see you, I want you,

but I can't have you.

It's a distraction,

and it can be easily rectified.

If you find you can't work at the Savoy,

you're welcome to seek employment elsewhere.

I remember a time when you weren't so formal.

I remember a Christmas in Havana

when the present I got didn't come gift-wrapped.

Enough.

I'm not gonna make this mistake again.

Next time you have a problem,

talk to your fiancé.

Jack? Yeah?

You making heads or tails of Merrick's business records?

No.

My business sense is kind of limited to buying feed

or selling steed. Keep looking.

If he was killed over money, it's gonna be in these papers.

What's this I hear we can't have a Christmas Eve party?

Don't blame me.

Blame CCCR 11.19.

What the hell is CCCR?

Clark County Code and Regulation.

And section 11.19 says

that it is against regulations

to have alcohol-induced carousing

in the mayor's, treasurer's, or sheriff's office.

I don't want carousing, I want a party.

Mm-mm. Pop?

Why'd you put this fascist in charge?

'Cause she's the toughest one here.

Well...

Mr. Savino. Merry Christmas.

You pulled my construction permit.

Tumbleweed expansion isn't even out of the ground yet.

I'm a public servant; I'm here to help.

So maybe while I'm trying

to grease the wheels for you

over there at the city planner's office,

maybe you can tell me about the trouble

you and your pals were having with Del Merrick?

Oh, that's what this is about.

The truth is none of those guys did it.

We just worked out things with Merrick last night.

After you threatened him.

Persuaded him. We need the guy.

He runs the jobs, and we can't fall behind.

Trust me, his death

is an inconvenience I don't want right now.

So instead of harassing me,

why don't you look into the crimes at my joint?

Yeah, I've had break-ins.

Last week I lost

$10,000 worth of merchandise

from my storage room.

I got a tip for you.

Get a stronger door.

(chuckling) Nobody touched the door.

There was no sign of forced entry.

I figured it was an inside job,

so I couldn't use my guys

'cause they'd get made.

Dixon...

I want you to go with Mr. Savino,

and I want you to check into these burglaries.

Pulling me off a murder for some break-in licks?

We're not in the "what Dixon wants" business.

The sign outside says "Sheriff's Station."

You got ten other deputies.

And your number's up. Let's go.

Mind telling me what the hell I'm supposed to do about this?

I can take care of that for you.

You guys are worse than Chicago politicians.

You know that?

Hey.

I find out

you've been holding out on me

on this Merrick business,

this pencil has an eraser.

Merry Christmas.

YVONNE: Sheriff, it's the coroner.

He says there's something you need to see.

CORONER: When I finally got all the cement off him, I found

three blunt trauma wounds in the back of his head.

You saying he was beaten to death?

Nope, beating didn't take.

So they choked him out.

Not what you'd call a professional hit.

Mob theory's getting weaker by the minute.

When I took his shirt off, I found this.

Whoa. Pattern looks like

it was made by a serrated knife.

How old? A few months or so.

(knocking on door)

There she is.

Cover him up.

Hello, Mrs. Merrick.

This is Dr. Ferguson.

He's our county coroner.

Mrs. Merrick.

Go ahead.

Ma'am, this wound right here--

do you know how he got it?

On a construction site in Arizona.

A crane swung wide and caught him.

You sure?

Well, yes-- he called me every day

from the hospital

room in Phoenix.

He didn't want me to worry.

That's enough.

Did you ever hear of a serrated crane hook?

That wound was not caused by any construction accident.

Mm-mm.

Somebody tried to kill him before.

You find something?

Looking through your incident reports,

the storage room burglaries are taking place

during shift changes when there ain't

a lot of people around there.

It's got to be an employee pulling the heist,

'cause they'd know the schedule.

Pretty sharp deduction.

What do you want to do about it?

I think I should go undercover as a waiter.

We want the thief to rob again

and he ain't gonna do that if a badge is hanging around.

Well, I doubt anyone would recognize you as the law

seeing as though that your dad seems

to like to keep you in the background.

Hell, half the people in this town

don't even know you're a deputy.

Sometimes I don't think my dad knows I'm a deputy.

Tell you what-- let's get you a uniform.

What are we looking for again? Anything

from around the time that Merrick got

that little love tap on his chest.

Got it.

Work card applications-- all approved

except for the three on top.

One was federal.

"Work card application

"for Diane Desmond rejected

on federal narcotics charges."

Well, that's pretty serious. Mm-hmm.

All right, Yvonne,

call Savoy, let him know

that Miss Desmond's no longer welcome to work

in a casino in our city.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Hmm...

Listen to this: "Merrick,

"You have destroyed my life and that of my family.

Death is all you deserve."

The rest is pretty damn colorful.

Signed, Hiroshi Watanabe.

He signed it?

Not only that, he sent it from Southwestern

Nevada State.

Let's go to school.

Mr. Watanabe?

I'm Sheriff Ralph Lamb.

I want to talk to you about Del Merrick.

What about him?

Well, he was murdered, for starters.

Hey! (grunts)

He's stronger than he looks.

(grunts)

Look, I didn't kill him... You got him?! Watch his feet.

I didn't kill Merrick. That's funny.

We got a letter where you said you wanted him dead.

I wrote that letter because Del Merrick killed my daughter.

My family and I were relocated to a camp built by Merrick.

Government contract

for Japanese-American internment camps.

We lost our home.

Our savings.

And then our daughter.

She got double pneumonia.

She was nine.

For years,

all I thought about was Merrick.

Revenge.

Then, one day, I see in the paper,

he's building somewhere close by.

I found him working late on site.

I took a knife, slashed his chest.

As I stood over him,

I had been thinking about it for years...

I couldn't do it.

So, you ran away until you built up enough courage

to come back and finish the job. No.

I drove him to the hospital.

As he bled, I told him what he'd done to my family.

I saw the realization

on his face.

I visited him at the hospital.

Eventually,

we forgave each other for everything.

Then his wife picked him up.

And I never saw him again.

Hold on there.

His wife said he was in Arizona.

No, his wife picked him up at Las Vegas Hospital.

Pretty, red hair.

Ginny Merrick

doesn't have red hair.

What do you mean she can't sing?

Sheriff's Office was firm-- no work card, period.

This is all a mistake-- I was arrested

a while ago at the Miami airport

with a few feel-good pills

from my doctor back in Havana.

You got a record? No, baby.

No conviction.

Some desk jockey Fed must've

seen the arrest paperwork and flagged my card--

I'll have my lawyer take care of it.

RIZZO: You got to be kidding me.

I got Roy Rogers

and Howdy Doody telling me my girl can't sing in our club!

What do you got there, sweetheart?

Uh... um...

uh, some music manager keeps pushing these acts

for the Savoy.

Honky Tonk Favorites.

Over my dead body!

We've got Diane Desmond here.

I'm not gonna allow some ranch hands

to keep her off my stage.

And I swear to you, Vinny,

if these damn Lamb boys don't get out

of our business, I just might do something about it.

Scotch and soda, please?

I'm sorry, but there's no carousing

in the station, remember?

Why are you so hell-bent on a Christmas party anyway?

Aren't you a little old for that?

Christmas in my house is, um...

kind of subdued.

Lost my mom around the holidays, so...

I'm... sorry.

I didn't know that.

Did you just say sorry?

My goodness, it is a Christmas miracle.

Mia Rizzo, please.

Do you know when she'll be available?

Refile that, would you?

You know if she got a package

I sent her?

All right, thank you.

Just got off the phone with Pete Holm.

He has no knowledge of a mistress.

Well, we got to find her.

Mistress equals motive, jealous husband

equals suspect. Call Reece's Jewelers.

Man with a mistress buys jewelry.

Man with Merrick's money

buys it at Reece's-- find out where

he had it sent, you'll find your redhead.

Now, that is a good idea.

This the place?

This is the address the jewelers gave me.

(sighs)

(gunfire)

(screams)

See? If we were back at the ranch,

we'd be having a nice lunch right about now.

Freeze!

(screaming)

No. Don't kill me!

Don't kill me!

Please! I got her. Grab her leg!

I'll double whatever Nicky's paying you-- aah!

Relax, lady.

We're the law.

Who's this Nicky?

Nicky Tomisano.

The Mobster?

I'm his wife.

He killed Del.

I know I'm next.

Yeah, give me a gino on the Giants and the points.

Give a G on the Bears, giving.

Get me a nickel on the Packers, under.

I have fantastic news, baby.

I'll call you back with the rest.

I'm working over here.

Sorry.

Just thought you'd like to know that I'm all set,

vocally and legally, to sing my heart out for the Savoy.

Already?

I just talked to my lawyer.

He said it's done like a TV dinner.

I'm gonna go talk to wardrobe about my dress.

I love you.

(thud)

Excuse me, sir.

Stop!

Sheriff's Department!

Son of a bitch.

Merrick sleeps with your wife, Merrick winds up dead.

Should I book the courtroom?

I wish I had the pleasure of killing that bastard.

Oh, I've known about him nailing that putana for months.

But I didn't touch him.

Your devoted wife thinks you did.

What my wife doesn't know could fill a warehouse.

Look, the guys I do business with,

they like things on a schedule.

Now I take out the guy in charge

of all construction in Vegas, I'd be laying

in a grave right next to him in five minutes.

I thought it was Nicky.

I couldn't see through the door.

Yet you still almost hit us.

All I wanted was someone who was sweet to me.

Well, turns out Del wasn't that sweet after all.

After he got his chest cut, I visited him every day.

Rub lotion on his bed sores.

But within a few weeks of getting

his chest cut, he left me for that woman from the hospital.

What woman?

Candy striper told me her name was Amy Seger.

"Amy Seger, aggravated assault, narcotics use."

Oh, "narcotics sales."

Hardly the kind of person

you'd find with a respected businessman.

Hardly the kind of person you'd find here.

CONGREGATION: * Jesus, He's my friend

* I said can't nobody do me like Jesus... *

Lord, let my prayers wash away this man's sin.

Deliver him into eternal life.

* Can't nobody do me like Jesus... *

Excuse me, ma'am. I'm looking for Amy Seger.

* Can't nobody touch me like Jesus *

* Can't nobody touch me like Jesus *

* Can't nobody touch me like Jesus *

* He's my friend, He's my friend *

* He's... my... friend.

So, what'd you find about our singer

and her work card situation?

You're not gonna be happy.

Every time I speak to you, I'm not happy.

What'd you find out?

I talked to a guy I know in DC.

She's working with the Feds.

Diane's a crazy broad, but she'd never turn.

Drug charges can turn a girl like a top,

especially one with a Hollywood career to protect.

She's dirty, Vincent.

(sighs)

You sure about this? Your info's good?

How else does she get international narcotics charges

to go away in one day with one call?

What do you think she's doing in Vegas?

Do the math.

She's here to get info to take you down.

To take you all down.

When I met Del, he was suffering

very deeply, so the Lord brought me to him.

Miss Seger, I have to ask this.

You have a string of felony narcotic convictions,

so I can't help but wonder...

How does a junkie become a preacher?

My father used to play coronet

for all the big bandleaders in town.

He used to shoot junk after the show,

then before show, and then before breakfast.

Mama used to put a little dope in my baby bottles...

keep me quiet.

Did everything I could to get by.

One night, I let a man pay me.

Wasn't the first time, mind you,

but this fella knocked me around pretty good.

And as I lay there on the ground,

I prayed to God to let me live.

Which was strange, actually,

given how many times I prayed for him to let me die.

But this time when I called out, He answered me.

Is that how it happened for Merrick, too?

He got stabbed, then he got saved?

You could say that.

It took almost dying for Del to be born again.

But Del Merrick was building casinos in the desert.

He was turning God's country into the Devil's playground.

And he hated himself for it.

When Del was a boy, he had tuberculosis.

Nearly killed him.

That's why he came to Vegas, for the climate.

Back then, the desert saved Del's life.

Now it was Del's turn to save the desert.

How was he gonna do that?

By shutting his business within the year

and devoting his life to God...

after he built one last project, that is.

What was that?

A church.

Our church.

Um, well, we... we thank you for your time.

Our doors are always open, Sheriff.

You think she had anything to do with Del's murder?

I doubt it.

If what she said was true,

he was about to give her everything.

Del's business partner couldn't have been

too pleased about that.

His business partner? What about his wife?

DIXON: Found your traitor.

What?

Your thief.

Caught him in the act.

Well, sorta.

Bad news-- he got away.

Good news-- he left his calling card.

Now, that's too new to be an employee's,

so I thought maybe you had a locksmith down there recently.

Couple weeks ago; loading bay doors kept jamming.

But I don't know the guy's name...

Denny Younger.

That's him, right there.

So you picked him up already?

To be honest, I think he was just glad

it was us that picked him up, not you.

(chuckles) Nice work.

You must've been top of your class

at the police academy, huh?

No. I started work at the ranch

day after I graduated high school.

Give me a minute, will ya?

Now I got a key for you.

Whose suite is this?

Tonight? Yours.

Are you kidding me?

From up here, everything looks...

a lot different.

The way you see things always depends on

where you're looking from.

Thanks, but I can't accept.

Sheriff doesn't look too kindly on taking personal gifts

in return for public service.

And it's Christmas Eve, you probably want to be

with your family, I guess.

Yeah... well, thanks, anyway.

Really.

Thank you, Deputy.

Tell you what--

why don't you spend a little time here,

enjoy the view from on high?

Can I offer you a drink, Sheriff?

Uh, no, thank you, ma'am.

You have a beautiful home.

Thank you.

We enjoy it.

I mean, I do.

Takes some getting used to, doesn't it?

Going from a "we" to an "I."

I'm afraid I've never been very fond of change,

so, please.

I imagine it would be

difficult for you to give all this up.

Excuse me?

Well, if Del was gonna

give all of his money to Amy Seger and her church,

you couldn't afford to stay in this place, could you?

No formal decision had been made with regard

to Del's money and that... preacher woman.

So you knew about Del's plans?

I did.

And did you approve?

No.

Where were you planning on doing about it?

She wasn't the first woman

to capture Del's... attentions during our marriage.

I figured he'd grow tired of her soon enough.

Why's that?

'Cause that's how it always happened, Sheriff.

JACK: You got a minute?

Of course.

Mr. Holm. Dep... (gasps)

You all right?

Lifetime of manual labor taking its toll.

What can you tell me about Amy Seger?

That two-bit conjurer?

You think she's a fraud?

I do. Del didn't.

'Cause she says that he planned to shutter Merrick Construction

and put all his money into

building her a church. That true?

Well, that's what he said, but Del said a lot of things.

Man, though, you spend two decades building

another man's business

only to see him give it all up one day on a whim?

I mean, if that were me, that'd really chap my hide.

Oh, there's a lot of work for a builder in Vegas.

Del needed me more than I needed him.

Still...

his name on the sign and all.

Not yours.

Well, who cares about signs

when he put my name on the business? 20% of it, anyway.

Well, I better get back to work. Want to get my guys done in time

for Christmas Eve with their families.

Mia Rizzo called.

Said she wants you to meet her later

to discuss some work card issues.

Thank you, Deputy.

Work card issues?

On Christmas Eve?

Got a minute?

I thought we talked about this.

Getting involved with a Mob boss's daughter

is a bad idea, if you ask me.

Didn't ask you.

Hey.

Holm tell you anything?

Far as I'm concerned, he might as well

have confessed to killing Del Merrick.

He confirmed Del's plans to dissolve the business

and build Amy Seger her church.

That doesn't mean he killed the guy.

Holm devoted his life to another man's business,

only to see him just give it all up

because he felt like it.

Yeah, but if Del Merrick gave everything he had to Amy Seger,

Ginny Merrick, she's the one that would've

lost everything. Holm...

he just gets himself another job-- big deal.

Are you kidding me?

The guy plays second fiddle for decades.

One day, Merrick meets Amy Seger,

next day, he just turns his back on it all.

Everything that he and Holm built.

Their life's work.

I don't see it.

Well, I guess you wouldn't.

We still talking about the case?

I might know a thing or two about devoting your life

to something, only to see the man in charge

give it all up overnight.

While you're strutting your badge

up and down Fremont Street,

who do you think's running your ranch?

Don't you throw that in my face, hoss.

Just like I did when you were away.

I was at war!

Yeah, and while you were over there,

I was here, keeping your business afloat,

raising your son and burying your wife.

I guess you're right, Jack.

I missed it all.

Johnny here?

No. Just you and me.

I knew you'd come eventually.

(mellow jazz playing)

Want to dance?

(sighs)

Oh, God, I missed you.

Tell me what you want.

I want you

to get the hell out of here.

What? I don't understand. Don't play dumb.

I know about you and the FBI. Vincent...

Just because you're not wearing a wire

does not mean you're not a rat.

You've got until morning.

Then I never want to see you again,

and if I ever do,

I swear to God it'll be the last time.

JACK: When questioned, the suspect,

Mr. Holm revealed

that he owned 20% of Merrick Construction.

Which would have been worthless

once Del put all of the company's resources

into Amy Seger's church.

JACK: Exactly. In addition

to suspect's documented financial...

Are you still on Pete Holm?

Waste of time.

In addition to his financial motive,

the suspect appeared

to have sustained a hand injury

consistent with... Hold on.

You didn't say anything

about Pete Holm having a hand injury.

When I tried to shake hands with him today, he winced.

So I'm thinking he hurt himself

trying to choke out Del Merrick,

but I don't want to waste your time, Sheriff.

It'll be in my report.

Ginny Merrick had a bandage

on her hand today, too.

You think maybe they were in on this together?

That's a lot of dead weight for one person

to stuff into a cement mixer.

Well, not to mention they've got

those sharp blades in there to agitate the cement.

And Ginny's injury Yeah.

was on which hand? Left.

And we know Mr. Holm...

had an injury on his right.

I'm Holm; you're Ginny.

Right.

This is the cement mixer.

Right.

And we stuff him in.

This is exactly why I left my last job.

GINNY: That's absurd.

I would never do anything

to hurt Del.

Just the thought of him in that godforsaken machine,

all beaten and bloody... Just stop right there.

Mrs. Merrick, you're right.

Del's body was both beaten and bloody

underneath all that debris,

and the only people that could have known that

are me, my brother,

the coroner,

and Del's killer.

Or... killers.

So...

I'm gonna have to ask you both

to place your hands on the desk

in front of you where I can see them.

Nice work.

Seems those cement mixer blades are sharper than I thought.

Seems that way. GINNY: This is all your fault.

If you don't shut your mouth, Ginny,

I swear to God... Oh, please.

Don't tell me you've gone and found religion, too.

Will you two shut up?

It's Christmas.

Fred, Tom, get in here.

Yes, sir!

Put these two in a holding cell.

I'll take care of that.

Huh?

You got someplace to be,

don't you?

* ...of a white Christmas

* Just like the ones I used to know *

* Where those treetops glisten... *

Ralph?

* And children listen...

Merry Christmas.

You, too.

* But tonight I-I-I am dreaming... *

* Jingle bells, jingle bells

* Jingle all the way

* Oh, what fun it is to ride

* In a one-horse open sleigh, hey! *

* Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way... *

What do you say, Miss Sanchez?

Dixon Lamb,

you are a naughty boy.

Yes, I am.

Very naughty.

Why are you so bossy?

Huh? Why are you so bossy?

Because you love it.

Now you, go get me some ice

right now.

Yes, ma'am.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

You?

Nothing.

I'm so glad you called.

Jack.

What's wrong?

This.

Us. We're wrong.

Really?

That's how you feel?

It's what I know.

Please don't call me.

Don't send me presents.

We can't see each other anymore.

Damn it.

I knew I should have gotten you Patsy Cline.

Ladies always like Patsy Cline.

I loved the record.

With my family and your family,

it's just too dangerous.

I'm not scared of your father.

You should be.

If he knew about us...

This is not gonna work.

The other night,

when you were in my arms,

and we were out there on that dance floor,

that wasn't working for you?

'Cause I got to be honest.

It was working for me.

Jack, don't make this harder.

You sure this is what you want?

It doesn't matter what I want.

* I'll be so blue

* Just thinking

* About you...

It matters to me.

* Decorations of red

* On a green Christmas tree...

* Won't be the same, dear...

(knocking on door)

I baked you some Christmas cookies.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Don't thank me till you've tried them.

Home Ec was never my strongest subject.

(chuckles) Fortunately.

Well, I'm glad you came by, 'cause I got you something, too.

For me?

For you.

Horse shampoo.

You shouldn't have.

Well, Doc Sawyer said it was the best there is.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

I'm meeting a few friends

for a drink at the Gemini. Care to join?

Well, I got a lot of paperwork, so... can't.

Well, we'll be there for a while,

if you change your mind.

I hate the thought of you being all alone on Christmas Eve.

I won't be alone.

Heck, I got two murderers locked up in the in the hoosegow.

Merry Christmas, Ralph.

Merry Christmas, Katherine.

(clears throat)

Thank you.

Yeah.

I came as fast as I could.

What the hell is going...

It's a shame about her.

A real shame.

Once a junkie, always a junkie.

Right?

* Merry Christmas

* May your New Year dreams come true *

* And this song of mine

* In three-quarter time

* Wishes you

* And yours

* The same thing, too.

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