All language subtitles for The.Wonderful.World.Of.Disney.Santa.Who (2000)

( music playing )

Boy:
"Dear Santa,

you are the greatest.

All I want
is a happy Christmas

with a family
who loves me.

Love,

Peter Albright.

Peter?

Have you finished
your letter?

Yep. Here it is.

Good.

I'll mail it
to Santa tonight.

Peter...

I just got off the phone
with your father

and I'm afraid he won't
be coming for you.

Why?

Well, he thinks
it would be better
if you stayed here.

For always?

Yes.

( gasps )

Peter-- Peter Albright,
"Channel 12 News."

Can I ask you
a couple of questions?
Peter Albright.

- Peter Albright,
"Channel 12"-- uh, okay.
- Not today.

"Channel 12 News,"
Peter Albright.

Can I ask you a couple
of questions?

- Peter Albright,
"Channel 12 News."
- Out of my way.

Can I ask you
a couple of questions?

* ...soon it will be
Christmas Day *

* City sidewalks,
busy sidewalks *

* Dressed
in holiday style *

* In the air
there's a feeling *

- Peter Al--
- * Of Christmas...

- It's mine.
- It's mine!

- No, it's mine!
- Hey! Hey, man!

- * ...meeting smile
after smile... *
- Out of my way!

Hey!
Hey, that's my cab!

Hey, hey!

Merry Christmas
to you!

"Channel 12 News."
What's the best thing
you got today?

A migraine.

Can I--
can I please--

Peter Albright,
"Channel 12"--

Peter Albright,
"Channel 12 News."

Did you spend
much money today?

No, I stole all this.

- Okay.
- * Soon it will be

* Christmas Day.

Can't we do a different kind
of Christmas story this year?

- Like what?
- Something on
the holiday suicide rate.

Christmas depression--
red, green, and blues.

Or find out
if any mall Santas
have police records.

Tonight's shocking report--
criminal Kringles.

Peter, this is supposed
to be a happy time

and you're
the happy news guy.

Come on, George,
I want some real news,

you know, a nice
career-making tragedy.

Just edit together
the shopper piece.

My footage is lousy.
Nobody would talk to me.

Maybe you should wear
a Santa suit.

Oh, sure, then I can
stick a camera in my cap
and call it a Santa cam.

- ( sighs )
- I like it.

You're not serious?

It was your idea.

No, it was my idea
of a stupid idea.

Christmas through
the eyes of Santa.

Ho, ho, ho.

( sighs )

Well, doesn't get any more
humiliating than this.

Okay, so I was wrong.

How's it look?

Keep your head straight.

Camerawoman: Bet you'd like
to find her under your tree
Christmas morning.

Excuse me, miss,

but your name has appeared
on many a boys' Christmas list,

so I was wondering
if I could take you home
and wrap you up.

Peter,
you are good, man.

Oh, and is there
an unwrapping involved?

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

- Possibly.
- ( chuckles )

- Ow.
- What are you doing
in that getup?

What?
I'm on assignment.

- What, you knew it was me?
- What do you think,

I pick up any strange Santa
who walks in?

So, are we still on
for dinner tonight?

Uh, only if you
change clothes.

Ho, ho, ho.

- ( chuckles )
- Girl: Hi, Santa.

Can I have a dolly
and a house for her
to live in?

Why, sure, sweetheart.

I want a Malibu Malloroy
beach house,

the deluxe years

with the Jacuzzi
and the two-car garage.

- Hey, Santa!
- Ow!

- Is your beard real?
- Hey, let go.

- And is your nose real?
- Ow!

( laughs )

Let go. Why don't you go talk
to that other Santa
over there?

And the cars come separately,
so I want the pink convertible

and the violet Land Rover.

And is your belly real?

Ooh!
( groans )

( thuds )

And don't forget
batteries!

( groans )

- Hey, you all right?
- Yeah.

You know some people
actually live with kids?

In their homes.
For years.

Here, let me
give you a hand.

( groans )

Whoa! Ow!
( groans )

( groaning )

Woman:
Ugh.

Great.
Where am I gonna
find a new Santa?

Well, we could call
my agent.

I'm sure he knows
some out-of-work actors
who would love this job.

Miss Dreyer, tell me
Santa's not going to sue.

- No, no, I'm sure
it'll be fine, Mr. Lusby.
- Uh-huh.

Well, I see you found
a replacement and so quickly.

- Very good.
- Oh, no, no, no.
I'm not his re--

- Absolutely not.
- Just a few hours
till I can find a new one.

- It'll be fun.
- Forget it.

- You know how I am with kids.
- Please, Peter, for me?

- Mama, pee-pee.
- Ho, ho--

- ( urinating )
- Oh, come on!

Oh.

Oh, that's just great.

I'm out of here.

Sorry.

- ( thudding )
- Peter: Ho, ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho, ho-kay,
that's enough.

( sighs, groans )

Please tell me you found
a replacement.

Your agent says three days
before Christmas,

all the good Santas
are booked.

But he's sending some guys
over tomorrow to audition.

( groans )

Maybe you should try
the North Pole.

( wind howling )

All right, fellas,
listen up!

We're working overtime.
Fun's over.

- Let's go!
- Six million five, nice.

- Time to get cracking!
- Six million and six, nice.

- Six million seven, nice.
- Hey, Lolly, you seen Santa?

- Check with Rupert.
- Six million eight, nice.

- Six million
and nine, nice.
- Rupert.

You seen the big fella?

Uh, nope.

- You should try
the stables, Max.
- Okay.

Get back to work.
I didn't interrupt you,
did I?

Uh, n-no.

- All right.
- ( watch ticking )

- ( scanner beeps )
- One, nice.

( scanner beeps )

Two, nice.

- ( scanner beeps )
- Three, nice.

- ( scanner beeps )
- One, naughty. Uh-oh.

Elf on P.A.:
Please return
all defective lions

to section eight.

- ( horn honks )
- Where's Santa?

- ( muttering )
- ( door opens )

- Uh. Oh.
- ( door closes )

Oh, there you are.
I've been looking
all over for you.

You okay?

When was the last time
I wore this suit?

I don't know, judging by
the flare of cuffs,

- I guess
the early '70s.
- '70s.

- Yeah, why?
- ( sighs )

I found these letters
in one of the pockets here.

I've overlooked them.
I can't believe it.

But what if there
are others?

If there are other pockets
loaded with letters

- from kids that I forgot?
- ( chuckles )

Can't happen.
No, not today.

Not with email
and faxes, Internet.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.
Back then, the kids were easier.

They're asking
for bicycles, for sleds--

for the basics--
and saying please
and thank you

and asking
for something nice,

a gift for a--
a brother or a sister.

See-- see,
things in those days
were more thoughtful.

They were more caring,
you know?

You don't
see that today.

Everything is give me,
give me, give me.

How many letters
have we received this year?

I don't know, Nick.

Five, six, seven hundred.

Million.

Ah.

And as I recall
out of all of those letters,

not one thank-you letter.

Not one in the bunch.

You, my jolly old friend,
are overworked.

No, I'm not overworked!
Christmas is overworked!

Commercialized,
computerized.

There has to be
a special order now.

Tickle me this
and talk to me that.

The people go through
the motions,

but the spirit
is not there.

( stammering )
It's-- the--

the magic is gone.

I-- I think it's time
for me to retire,

to hang my bag up.

This is such a pattern
with you, you know that?

I mean, come on,
the first sign of pressure

and it's like you're ready
to sell out

to one of the catalogue
companies.

- I do not!
- You do, too!

I do not.

You do, too.

Okay, it's a stressful time
of the year.

But you gotta admit, Nick,
it's a good job.

Stop biting your nails.

- I can't.
- Well, then put on
your gloves.

Look, Nick,
the most important thing

is that you know
that you do matter.

You have to
remember that.

You think so?

I know so.

You bring
happiness and joy to kids
all over the world.

"Look up in the sky."
"Who is it?"

"Santa bringing
the gifts."

Let's get back to work.
Come on.

No, no.
You go on ahead.

I'm-- I think
I'll take a drive

and, uh--
to clear my head.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Nice way
to get out of work.

- ( door opens )
- ( wind howling )

- ( door closes )
- Well, how does that sound,
my beauties?

Would you like
to go and take a nice,
pleasant drive, hmm?

( snorts )

( snorts )

Sorry about dinner,

but I just gotta
see my little Zack
before he goes--

Before he goes to bed.
Yeah, I know.

George, Peter.
How about this?

Santa's sweatshop,
the truth about toy-making.

Call me.
( chuckles )

And-- and don't say no
before you think about it.

You really hate Christmas,
don't you?

No, but spending
an entire month

putting all your focus
into one day

and putting
all your hopes and dreams

and expectations
into that day,
it just sets--

you set yourself up
for disappointment.

Uh-huh,
you wouldn't wanna
expect anything.

No, I just think
Christmas is a crock.

Well, see?
You don't hate it.

Yeah.

- You little Grinch.
( chuckles )
- What?

( Popeye theme playing )

( door opens )

Popeye:
Hiyah! Toro!

- ( door shuts )
- Mom, you're home!

Oh, hi, sweetie.

- Oh, I missed you!
- Mm.

- Mwah! How was your day?
- Good. How was yours?

Both:
Don't ask.

Be nice.

Oof.

Ho, ho, ho.

So, what do you
think?

Don't quit
your day job.

- Hey, I remember this show.
- Don't tell me what happens.

No, I used to watch it
when I was--

Oh, is this gonna be
about you again?

What do you mean?

Another one of your stories
where all you do is talk
about yourself.

Okay.

We can talk about you.

- What time do you go to bed?
- Very funny.

- ( phone rings )
- Saved by the bell.

Albright.

Zack?
Come on, buddy.
Time for bed.

( claps )
Let's go.

Here we go.
( chuckles )

- Mom, do you like Peter?
- Mm-hmm.

Why, sweetie?
You-- you don't?

I don't know.
He doesn't really
listen to anybody

except himself
and whoever's on
that stupid phone.

Well, don't you worry

'cause you are
my number one guy.

( chuckles )

- Mwah!
- ( both laughing )

Ho, Donner!
Ho, Vixen!

Ho!
( laughs )

Wow, this looks very...

easy to clean.

( chuckles )

I'll take that
as a compliment.

( chuckles )

- This is nice.
- Mm-hmm.

- So, can I spend
the night?
- Mm-mm.

- Why?
- Because it's just
too confusing for Zack.

Why? He doesn't have
friends sleep over?

( laughs )

No, I just-- I don't
know how to explain

our relationship
to him, you know?

I mean, we don't know
who you are in our life

- or how long
you're gonna stay.
- ( sighs )

I just-- I don't want him
to think you're gonna be
permanent

if you're not.

I could leave
before morning.

That might work.

( chuckles )

( groans )

- ( distant horn honks )
- ( snorting )

( gasps )
What are you
still doing here?

You were supposed
to leave last night.

I fell asleep.
I'm sorry.

Oh, no.
Here he comes.
Get dressed.

- No, hide!
- ( yelps )

No, dress!

- Hide!
- ( grunts )

- Get dressed!
- Ugh.

- Just hide!
- ( groans )

- Hi, Mom!
- Hi, sweetie!

Oh, come here.
Give me a kiss.

- Kissy.
- ( grunts )

Can I go to work
with you today?

Huh? Yeah, no, no,
not today, honey.

Zack:
Oh, come on, Mom.
It's Christmas vacation!

How about we do it
tomorrow, huh?

I love you.
Best mom in the world!

Come on-- oh!

Hey, how come
you never say that
when I say no, huh?

( mouths words )

( Claire chuckles )

Hi, sweetie.

Mom, that's not
where I sit.

Yeah, I know.
I just thought
it would be nice to, um,

have some variety
in your life.

You know,
sit somewhere else
for a change,

have a different view.

But, um,
I like sitting here.

Oh.

Fine. Fine.

I can only expose you
to new things.

I can't make you change.

You know,
you don't have
to sit with me.

You-- you can start
getting ready.

Yeah, I know.

I know. It's just that
I like this time we spend

doing things together,

like reading
the cereal box.

Huh? Now, when was
the last time we did that?

Wow, would you look
at all those essential
vitamins.

Mom?

Is everything okay?

Yeah.
Yeah, of course,
sweetie.

Of course.
Why-- why wouldn't it be?

( door handle clicks )

So did you, um--
did you make your bed
this morning?

No.

Now, that--
that would be perfect

if you'd go
make your bed.

Now?

Yes. Yes, sweetie.
Right now.

Okay.

- ( claps, murmurs )
- Oh...

and tell what's-his-name
not to forget his Santa suit.

( bells ringing )

( thunder crashes )

Ah, dark clouds.

That means
a white Christmas.

Time to head for home,
my beauties.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

( groans )

Okay, that was
the worst moment
of my life.

Maybe I could
put the suit back on

and tell him
Christmas came early.

Look, I think it's time
we explained our relationship
to Zack.

No, actually,
I think it's time
you explained it to me.

Look, uh, I--
I really can't
do this right now.

I-- I gotta run.

Peter,
it's been a year

and you still haven't made
any connection with him.

What are your thoughts
on boarding school?
( chuckles )

It was a joke!

Look, he's my son.

He's--

he's my life.

And if you're
gonna be in my life,

you two have to
get along.

Uh...

- I really gotta...
- Run.

Yeah, I know.

( car door opens )

- ( thunder crashes )
- ( chuckles )

( exclaiming )

There, now.
Whoa!

Whoa.
Oh, hey, Prancer, no.

Prancer! Whoa.

Whoa-ho, now.

Whoa! Hey!
Whoa!

- ( thunder crashes )
- Whoa, Nelly!

Whoa!

( phone rings )

Albright. Okay, Lenny.
I'll be there in a minute.

( screaming )

Yeah, I'm leaving
right now.

Yeah, it's fine.
What the...?

( groans )

( thuds )

I'll call you
in a minute.

Oh, God.

Sir?

Sir, can you hear me?

I hate Christmas.

I hate Christmas.
Hate it.

You killed Santa!

I didn't kill Santa.
He's just sleeping.

- Isn't he?
- Well, he's got
a big bump on his head,

but other than that, he--
I don't know, he seems okay.

- See, I didn't even hurt him.
- You didn't do him any good.

How did you
not even see him?

I don't know.
It's like he fell
out of nowhere.

His beard is real!

Thank you.
We'll-- we'll try
and leave it on.

Well, let's, uh,
see who he is.

He's gotta have
a wallet or something.

Claire:
Oh, yeah, good idea.

Careful.

- Candy canes.
- Cookies.

He's awake.
You're awake.

- Oh, this is
a very good sign.
- Hi.

Hi, how do you feel?

You had a little accident.

Yeah, you fell
near my car.

- He ran over you.
- Zack, we can handle this.

Yeah, we were just, um--

just looking for some sort
of identification, you know?

Maybe we could call
a family member, friend?

Uh, what's your name?

Uh...

Where do you live?

Can you talk?

Yes.

Yes, but, uh...

I--

I just don't have anything
to talk about.

Let me help refresh
your memory.

You're in a Santa suit,

which tells me
you're interested
in a job at the mall.

- I am?
- Well, then he should've come
to my office, not here.

Well, he must be
the ambitious type,

go that extra mile,
you know?

And he rented a terrific suit
and he seems like
a very nice man,

- so I say we hire him.
- Peter.

Of course,
it isn't entirely
up to me.

I'm sorry,
would you excuse us
for a minute, please?

What do you think
you're doing?

Well, I'm solving
your problem and his.

- And yours.
- What? You need a Santa,
he needs a job,

- so if you hire him...
- What, maybe he won't
press charges?

Come on, what is it
with you and Santas,
anyway?

I mean, what are you,
some kind of a Santa
basher?

Okay, so I feel a little guilty.
I wanna make it up to him.

Besides, I mean,
he's perfect.

Peter, the man
has amnesia.

Okay, not completely
perfect,

but it's probably
just temporary.

Well, what if it's not?
What if he doesn't get
his memory back?

- Well, then he'll never
remember what hit him.
- ( phone ringing )

( phone beeps )

Albright.

Yeah.

Yeah, I can be there
in 10 minutes.

Okay, great.

- ( phone beeps )
- There's a story breaking.
I gotta go.

You're--
you're leaving?

Sorry.

So you run over some guy,
leave him in my apartment,

and all you can say
is sorry?

He'll be fine.

Look, just take
him to work with you.
I'll check on you later.

So as usual,
you run off

and expect me
to clean up your mess.

I knew you'd understand.

I'll make it up to you.

Nick, don't worry.

You're a shoo-in
for this gig.

What's--
what's a shoo-in?

- You know,
a sure thing.
- Ah.

What's a gig?

I don't know.

But I know
who you are.

You're Santa.

Santa.

Santa who?

( machine whirring )

Strangest thing
you ever saw.

- The owner found 'em
just wandering around.
- ( bleats, snorts )

Reindeer?

Do they answer
to any names?
( chuckles )

Come here, Vixen,

"Blixen," Comet.

( bleats )

Now all we need
is a sleigh.

Boy, you are good.

- Man: Places.
Here we go. Up.
- ( camera shutter clicks )

Okay, uh,
let's go through this
one more time.

Okay, you're standing here
in the middle of the square...

And this came from...?

Okay,
let's go through this
one more time.

Peter:
An anonymous Christmas gift
to the city

or a huge Christmas hoax?

No one knows who unleashed
this herd of reindeer

- or where this...
- Don't they look familiar?

Yes.

( snorts )

Isn't that your friend?

This is Peter Albright
reporting live.

Now back to Janey
with the latest
on our weather.

Janey:
Thanks, Peter.

Well, it's the strangest
thing.

We've got snow clouds,
but there's no snow.

( horn honks )

( humming )

I just love
this time of year.

- What's your favorite thing
about Christmas?
- Uh...

I don't know.

Oh, yeah,
you really shouldn't
bite your nails.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry, you're right.
- That's okay.

( humming continues )

( bell ringing )

- Hi, Grady.
- Oh, thank you, Claire.

- Whoa, great suit.
- Yeah, same to you.

- Hey, Grady, this is--
- Ah, don't tell me.

- That's your new Santa.
- Oh.

You really look
the part.

- Thank you.
- Good luck in there.

- Thanks. Bye, Grady.
- Bye-bye.

( bell ringing )

Thank you, sir.
God bless.

Merry Christmas.
Ho, ho, ho, ho.

- ( phone rings )
- So what do I do?

Um, I don't know.
Just do what Santa does.

But what does Santa do?

- Well, he says
ho, ho, ho a lot.
- "Ho, ho, ho a lot."

Well, yeah, you know,
just a hearty laugh.

Ho, ho, ho.

- Yeah.
Yeah, you'll be fine.
- Ho, ho, ho.

- You'll be fine.
- Miss Dreyer?

- Yes?
- Is everyone here?

- Yeah.
- Good. Let's begin.

( sighs )

- Were we supposed
to wear a costume?
- ( sobs ) I don't know.

Ho, ho, ho.

( laughing )
Ho, ho, ho, ho...

Hoy, hoy, hoy.

Ho, ha, ha.
Wait, wait.

It wasn't motivated.

( hiccups )
Ho.

( laughs )

Ho, ho.
Ho, ho, ho, ho.

I lost my focus.
I'm gonna try again, okay?
( inhales )

You've been good.
Got a list.

Checking it twice.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

I just flew in
from the North Pole

and, boy,
are my arms tired.

( chuckles )
See you in the gym.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho.

( crying )
Ho, ho...

( screams )

I can do accents, too.

Ho, ho.

Ho.

Well, I thought the last one
seemed pretty good.

No, no, no.
He had no heart
in his ho, ho, hos.

- Now, I think that--
- Are you sure?

I mean, I just--
I just thought the last guy
seemed so authentic.

- You know,
the beard, the belly--
- He's not jolly, Miss Dreyer.

Santa Claus
has to be jolly.

Congratulations, number two.
You are our new Santa.

- ( laughs )
- ( men chattering )

Well, I didn't
get the job, but...

I'm sorry.

Listen, Peter should
be here soon,

then we can figure out
where to go from here.

Meanwhile, Ellen will
give you some money.

Maybe you can
buy yourself some lunch.

- Maybe some new clothes.
- Oh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Thank you.
You're very kind.

Hi. Shouldn't you
be working?

I-- I didn't
get the gig.

- What, are they blind?
- ( chuckles )

- Ah, don't worry.
You'll get another job.
- Oh, I guess, I guess.

This must be pretty hard work,
standing out here all day.

- No, I love it.
- Yeah?

You know who's got
a tough job?

The real Santa.

You think about it.
He's stuck up there
in the North Pole.

He never gets to meet
the kids.

He-- he never gets to see
the happiness he brings.

- Now that's a tough job.
- Must be, must be.

Grady, right?

- Yeah, yeah.
And you're, uh...
- I am...

confused.

Very confused.
( chuckles )

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

- Where's our guy?
- Oh, he didn't get
the job.

- You've gotta be kidding.
- Yeah, he wasn't jolly enough.

Oh, ho, ho!

This guy's plenty jolly.

( laughs, coughing )

Plenty contagious.

- You okay?
- ( coughing )

You okay?

- ( crowd gasps )
- Oh!

- ( gasps )
- Woman: Get some help!

You really gotta get
these railings fixed.

( coughing )

Boy, you are rough
on your Santas.

Me? You're the one
who smacked him.

It's like you're
the anti-Claus.

Well, on the upside,
looks like our guy's
got the job.

Where is he, anyway?

- Shopping.
- For what?

You sent him out on his own?
What were you thinking?

I sent him to buy some clothes.
What's the worst that
could happen?

- What?
- I had nothing
to do with it.

Your--

your beard.

They said
at the hairdresser

that this makes me
look younger.

What do you think, eh?

So just talk to the kids.
You know, smile.

- Oh, and most important,
be jolly.
- Ho, ho, ho.

Yeah, the whole idea
is to make people
feel good.

So they'll spend
all their money on
useless Christmas gifts.

Help them feel
the spirit of the season.

So they'll spend more money
on useless Christmas gifts.

Did you ever think
about somebody

giving the gifts
to the kids for free?

And then the kids
get up in the morning,

go down and find their presents
under the Christmas tree, so...
( chuckles )

What, has somebody
already thought of that?

- ( chuckles )
- Yeah.

Here.

( chatter )

Sit down.

( music playing )

( music stops )

( music plays, stops )

- Whoa.
- Okay, this has never
happened before.

( music playing )

- Sit.
- ( chuckles )

( chuckling )

We got lights and music.

Excuse me, it's okay.

All it was
was a breaker.

The railing must've
knocked it out.

Everything seems
all right.

He's good.
Hope he's got insurance.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

Told you he'd be perfect.

Yeah, but we still
don't know who he is.

Not yet we don't.

Oh, no, I hate it
when you get that look
on your face.

I don't know why
I didn't think
of this before.

I mean, I've been so busy
doing reindeer reports,

I don't even notice
when the perfect story
drops out of the sky.

You know
who this Santa is?

I'll broadcast
his picture

into every home
in the metropolitan area.

Wait, you're gonna
exploit that poor man?

Exploit? No!

No, no, no.
Expose him to millions
of people

who may be able
to identify him.

I mean,
that's what Christmas
is all about--

families coming together,
dreams coming true.

- Ratings going up.
- Way up.

You know,
people will tune in,

hoping he'll be reunited
with his family.

And when he is,
I'll be there with my camera.

Well, it is
a good story.

Good?

No, this is
a Christmas story
of a lifetime.

Taylor,
right there...

And what do you want
for Christmas?

- Have you heard anything yet?
- Well, he's not answering
his beeper,

but according to the LoJack,
he's somewhere in this area.

All right, let's gather
our bravest and our best.

It's time
to get him back.

- But what if we can't find him?
- It's not an option.

We'd have to
cancel Christmas.

Like I said,
it's not an option.

- You have
a nice trip, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Home for the holidays,
mister...

Max.

- You can call me Max.
- Max.

And the purpose
of your trip?

Business.

We're here on business.

I see.

What's in the bags?

Oh, uh--

uh--

- uh...
- ( alarm blaring )

So, uh, ahem, what are you,
Santa's little helpers?

( laughs )

- Welcome to our country.
- ( laughs )

- Check their bag, Hatfield.
- ( chuckles )

- What is in the bag?
- You don't wanna know.

( rapidly )
Ah, you're not wanting me
to want to look in the bag?

What?

- Open your bag!
- Relax there, Hatfield.

I'll check the bag.

And what is in this bag?

Oh, toiletries.

Toothbrush, toothpaste.

- ( crunches )
- ( screams )

Teeth.

- Your turn again.
- Oh, you'd like that,
wouldn't ya?

Look, just take
your bags

and go on with
your business there.

- Go on!
- Go! Go!

Man:
A "Channel 12 News"
exclusive.

We go live
to Peter Albright.

Santa who?

That's the question
everyone is asking.

This may be
a man without a name,
without an identity,

but he seems to have touched
the hearts of the people
of this city.

This gentle man has
put aside his own fear
and confusion to play Santa,

thinking not
of his own needs,
but those of others.

As he brings happiness
to holiday shoppers,

he is the epitome
of the spirit of Christmas.

So this year,

let's give Santa
the ultimate gift.

Let's reunite him
with his family.

If anyone knows this man,
please contact us

- and help us get Santa home
for the holidays.
- ( chuckles )

Man:
Is that Ira?

No.

- What?
- No, it's not.

Ira's dead.
That's Santa Claus.

Is he taking
Ira's room?

- Oh.
- Peter: We're asking
for your help.

If anyone knows this man,
please contact us

and help us get Santa home
for the holidays.

( phone rings )

"Touched our hearts."

"Christmas spirit."

"Let's give Santa
the ultimate gift."

- Won't be
a dry eye in the house.
- That's the idea.

Boy, did you luck out.

Oh, can I help it if I ran
into the perfect story,
literally?

- ( chuckles )
- Network's picking it up
for "World News Tonight."

So tomorrow I'll be saying
good morning to America?

You-- one step at a time.

First, you gotta find out
who he really is.

Well, I got 48 hours

to reunite him with his family
on Christmas Day.
( chuckles )

( excited chatter )

Man:
Whoo!

- Everybody look out.
- Merry Christmas.

- All right,
everybody step aside.
- Ho, ho, ho.

Look out.
Coming through.

- Very good.
- Calm down.

- Calm down.
- Hey, Santa! Santa!

- Santa!
- Okay, have a seat,
Santa.

All right,
everybody calm down.

I'll talk to all of you
one at a time.

Just 'cause he don't look
exactly like my ex-husband,

you're saying he don't owe me
six years' alimony?

Well, sure, I know Santa.
We're old pals.

And you are?

The Easter Bunny.

Man:
Oh, come on.
That's crazy.

Oh, yeah,
yeah, he's my brother.
You know, we're twins.

Well, I mean,
not identical.

Is there a reward?

Okay, that's all
for today, folks.

- Thank you.
- Crowd: Aw.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What do you say
to dinner?

Oh, not--
not tonight.

I've just been working
such long hours,

- I wanna spend
some more time with Zack.
- More time with Zack.

Yeah.

Hey, we're gonna see
"Miracle on 34th Street."

You wanna join us?

Uh, n-no.

That's okay.
I should probably
look after, uh, Nick.

Maybe some other time.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, I--
I better get going.

Yeah.

( humming )

Hello. How did I do?
( chuckles )

- You were great.
Just great.
- Thank you.

So, uh, you're
coming home with me.

Oh, no, I couldn't
impose on you.

No, I insist,
I insist.

- Besides, I gotta protect
my news story, right?
- Oh. ( chuckles )

( horn honks )

Nick:
I cannot recall
ever being paid

for anything
that I've ever done.

What, you mean
you worked for free?

I don't recall, but this is--
I've been paid this time.

- Don't flash your cash
like that.
- What?

- Why not?
- Well, because
someone might--

people aren't as nice
as you are.

- Well, so?
- Well, someone
might take it.

- Can they do that?
- Ah, just put it
in your pocket.

Oh, all right.

Hey, do you like
chestnuts?

Uh, I don't know.

I don't know,
I don't know.

One.

( car horn honks )

- Never mind.
- Man: Watch where
you're going, Santa!

( chuckles )

It seems like
it's such a fun time.

Well, it can be,
I guess.

What is so special
about this time?

- Oh, you're asking
the wrong guy.
- Merry Christmas, Santa.

Everyone seems
so friendly.

- It could be
what you're wearing, Nick.
- They're so happy!

- Woman: This is your fault!
- Well, not everyone.

- It is not my fault!
- Woman trouble.

( chuckles )
You got woman trouble,
Nick?

Uh, I don't know.
You?

- We all do.
- Oh.

Claire seems
like such a nice person.

Oh, she is,
but she wants a commitment.

Oh, is that bad?

- You married, Nick?
- Uh, I don't know.

Ha, didn't think so.

No, my point is
I'm just not ready
for an instant family.

- Oh, the boy, oh.
You don't like children?
- ( sighs )

No, I like 'em fine--
at somebody else's house.

Well, they're no different
from you and me.

They're just like us.
It's just that they're
smaller.

Yeah, but they're wiser.

- Wiser?
- They see things
that we no longer see.

How do you know so much
about kids?

( chuckles )
I-- I don't know.

- But it sounds good,
doesn't it?
- ( both chuckle )

Yeah, all right,
here we are.

Well, this looks like
a nice building.

- Thanks.
- Any chimneys?

( chuckles )
Okay, now you're
scaring me.

( chuckles )
Thank you, Peter.

So you-- you got
any children, Nick?

Uh, no.

Uh, no one child
in particular,

but I feel like
I have a lot of them.

No tree?

No time.

Don't you give gifts?

Oh, yeah.

Got this for Zack.

Ah. Oh.
( chuckles )

"Night Before Christmas."

Ring a bell?

And I got these
for everyone else.

Catalogues?

You give catalogues?

No, I--
I order from them.

Got my holiday shopping down
to an hour and a half
this year.

- It's a new record.
- Okay, well...

sure a lot it seems
I have to remember
about Christmas.

Peter,

would you teach me
one of those Christmas
songs?

You don't remember
a single carol?

I don't even remember
I married one.

( both laughing )

Both:
* Ho, ho, ho

* Who wouldn't go?

* Ho, ho, ho

* Who wouldn't go?

* Up on the housetop,
click, click, click *

* Down through the chimney
with good Saint Nick. *

That's my first
Christmas carol.

- Now teach me another one.
- No, tomorrow.

Right now
it's time for bed.

I'll be right back,
Nick.

Hey, Nick, I just thought
you might use some...

pajamas.

No, these--
these are fine.

All right.

Oh, sleep tight.

Nick:
* Ho, ho, ho

* Here we go

* Ho, ho, ho

* Here we go

* Ho, ho, ho.
( laughs )

- ( beeping )
- We're getting close now.

Look, Max, his sleigh!

Yeah, but where is he
and where are the reindeer?

Let's go.

( beeping )

I told him once,
I told a hundred times!

Always keep it with him!

Well, at least we know
it's his sleigh, Max!

Let's go.

So what
do we do now, Max?

We're gonna have to
search the city.

This city, Max?

But it's so tall.

Nick:
* Ho, ho

* Here we go

* Ho, ho, ho

* Here we go

* And good
old Saint Nick *

* Good old Saint Nick.
( chuckles )

I'm ready to learn
another carol.

* Fa la la la la
la la la la *

* 'Tis the season
to be jolly *

* Fa la la la la
la la la la *

* Do we have to
keep on singing? *

* Fa la la la la
la la la la... *

All right, stop it,
stop it, stop it.

- Can't we just talk?
- Talk?

Yeah, you know,
words without music.

Remember?

Oh, yes, I remember.

Talking, yes.

Oh, well, great.
Great.

Yeah. Well, who knows?
Today could be your big day.

You could be back
singing Christmas songs
with your family.

You really think so?

We could only hope.
( yawns )

- ( news jingle plays )
- Peter on TV: Santa who?

- The countdown is on.
Only 36 hours left...
- Ray?

- Yeah?
- Ray, come watch
this story.

- Hmm?
- Peter: He's about
six feet tall,

approximately
200-plus pounds...

Doesn't he look
like Grandpa?

- I don't know.
He's been gone--
- 10 years.

Yeah, it could be him,
all right.

Peter:
Check out Channel 12

and respond through email
or use our toll-free number...

- ( touch-tones beeping )
- There's a merry Christmas just
waiting for a lucky family.

Hello? Yes, I'd like to talk
to someone about Santa Claus.

Yes, I know
who he really is.

Santas:
Ho, ho, ho.

- Merry Christmas!
- Wow!

There are Santas
everywhere, Max!

Yep, but we're only
looking for one.

- How about that one?
- Ho, ho, ho.

- ( bell ringing )
- Merry Christmas!

How about the right one?

Oh, good plan, Max.

( sighs )
Yeah, a virtual
stroke of genius.

You are very smart,
Max.

Here you go,
Detective.

- Thanks.
- So, any leads?

We must've talked
to 200 people,

but we're checking out
a couple possibilities.

Well, the rest of them
were all looky-loos
or Looney Tunes.

- Then why bother?
- ( phone rings )

- Does he have
to be here?
- Yes.

Detective:
Now, Mr. Albright...

( jeering )

Mr. Albright?

What I'd like
to do now is...

bring in the police
psychiatrist

and put him
under hypnosis.

Do you think that stuff
really works?

Well, we've had some success
with it, yeah.

Do it! You'll see.

( sighs )

Imagine you're at home,

safe and comfortable,

and a voice
is calling you.

It's a woman's voice.

My wife?

Yes, your wife.

What name
is she calling?

Nick.

Good.

And what's
your wife's name?

- Mrs. Nick.
- Oh, this is working
really well.

Okay, and, um,

Nick, tell me
what it's like
at your home.

Cold. Dark.

Uh-huh, and what
are you doing?

Feeding the animals.

What kind of animals?

Um, not sure.
Horses?

Is there anyone else around?
Any children?

Oh, there are
lots of children.

Or...

are they...

little people?

Little people?

Little people?

I'm not sure.

It's okay, Nick.

- Whoa, Nelly!
- What's wrong?
Where are you now?

I'm standing on a--
on a rooftop.

- What are you doing?
- I'm falling.

No, I-- I'm flying!

No, I can't fly.

I wanna get down.
I wanna go home.

Okay, just relax.

You're coming down,
landing safely.

At the count of three,
you'll wake up.

You won't have
any memory of this.

You'll feel alert
and refreshed.

One, two, three.

So-- so how did I do?

- Do we know who I am?
- Yes, you're Santa!

- Weren't you listening?
- Well, actually, no.

We don't know who you are yet,
but we're getting closer.

Don't you get it?

Animals,
little people,

flying, duh!

- Oh, come on.
- This guy is the real
Santa Claus.

Claire.

There must be something
you remember.

Claire, Lusby wants you
to manage crowd control.

It's a madhouse out here.

I'll be there
in a minute.
Thanks.

Listen, I've got
a little crisis.

Would you keep
an eye on Zack?

- Now?
- It won't be for long.

Can you just
help me out here?

Okay.

If I can have
more sessions with him,

more details will slowly
start to come back.

But what would really
trigger his memory

is an emotional
connection.

A familiar face,
a familiar place--

anything that will
remind him of who he is.

Okay, well, then let's
schedule another session.

In the meantime,
we'll continue to check out
every legitimate lead.

All right,
just let me know when.

Listen, we need
to get this guy identified

as soon as possible.

Um...

I kind of promised
my viewers

I'd have him home
for Christmas.

Well, I think
the important thing

is to get him
to the right home.

Well, you have
your priorities

- and I have mine.
- You can't just
send him anywhere.

- He's Santa.
- Zack, stay out of this.

This is adult business.

Just stay with Nick.

Detective, come on.

I think the kid's
got the right idea.

( sighs )

- ( door closes )
- Tomorrow's Christmas Eve

and if you don't remember
who you are by then, then...

What?
What will happen?

Nothing.
That's the problem.

Christmas won't happen.

You gotta remember
who you are.

You just gotta.

I heard the doctor say
that I needed

something familiar.

( gasps )
Yeah!

Come on!

Hurry!

Wait for me.

All right, Mr. Albright,
we'll keep in touch.

Great.
Thanks, Detective.

They went that-a-way.

Oh, great.
The one day she asks me
to watch her son...

You lose him.

It's okay.
He's with an adult.

- Mm-hmm.
- ( sighs )

An adult who
doesn't know who he is,
much less where he is.

- See? You fly
on the sleigh...
- Yes.

- ...with your elves...
- Yes.

- ...and your reindeer...
- Yes.

- ...and you land
on the roof.
- Yes.

- And go down the chimney.
- Ah, yes.

- Remember?
- No.

I'm sorry.

What's this picture
called again?

"It's a Wonderful Life."

Well, then why is he trying
to take his life?

Look, "Miracle
on 34th Street."

- ( gasps )
Look, that's Santa!
- Why is he on trial?

- They think he's crazy.
- Ah, aha!

And this Santa,
why's he stealing
everything?

That's the Grinch.

Oh, look! Rudolph!

- He's your favorite reindeer!
- And why is his nose red?

Don't you remember
anything?

No, Zack.

( gasps )
Reindeer.

Yeah, I got it!
Come on!

All right, remember,

he can be anywhere,
so keep your eyes open.

Got it, Max.

Let's go over this again.

- Santa flies
in his sleigh...
- Yes.

- ...with his elves.
- Yes.

- He lands on the roof.
- Yes.

- He goes down
the chimney.
- Yes.

- You know what
all this means?
- No.

Me either.
Let's go.

( clears throat )
Earth to elves!

What are you guys doing?

We're homesick.

Would you--

Think.

Reindeer.
Uh, Santa.

Sleigh.

No.

I don't recognize them.

- None of them?
- No.

Any, uh--
any other ideas?

Only one.

( snorts )

Any of this
feel familiar?

No.

Hey, look!

Dear Santa letters!

Anything?

* Jingle all the way

* Oh, what fun
it is to ride *

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

- * Jingle bells,
jingle bells... *
- I know this!

- * Jingle all the way...
- You do?

* Oh, what fun
it is to ride *

* In a one-horse
open sleigh. *

- There you are!
- I know this song!

- Oh, Peter!
- I'll deal with you
in a minute.

What do you think you're doing
running off like that?

You were supposed
to stay put!

You told me
to stay with Nick!

- Semantics.
- But those were
your words, Peter.

Oh, sure.
That you remember.

The point is you weren't
supposed to leave!

- I've been worried!
- About what?

How my mom's
gonna kill you?

Oh, so you ran off
to spite me?

No! To help Nick!

Jeez, not everything's
about you.

Yeah, well, I wanna
help him, too, you know?

- You do not!
- Do, too!

- Do not!
- Do, too!

Do not.

I heard what you said
to that cop.

You said you don't care
where Nick goes

or who he goes with,

as long as you get
your story.

- Santa?
- Yes.

Can I talk to you?

You certainly may.

Come up and sit in my lap
here for a minute.

So, you're very pretty.

Anybody told you that
before?

Well, I do care
about him.

I'm-- I'm helping him
find a home, aren't I?

He's got a home
in the North Pole

and he's gotta get back
before Christmas!

Yeah, well, you've gotta
get home right now.

Don't you realize that
you could single-handedly

ruin Christmas
for the whole world?

What, because I want you
to come home?

No! Because
you don't listen!

You don't listen
to me or my mom.

And you wouldn't even
know the real Santa

if you saw him come
right down your chimney.

Oh, for God's sake, Zack.
There isn't any real...

( girl giggles )

...proof that he's Santa.

Girl:
Santa, you fixed it!

There, very good.

Now, what you're going
to have to learn

is to share
your toys, you see?

What more proof
do you need?

( phone ringing )

( phone beeps )

Albright.

Claire. Uh...

yeah, I--
I have Zack.

Uh-huh,
I have both of them.

Um, no, everything's
under control.

- Yeah, yeah, um...
- ( truck beeping )

We're just, uh,
Christmas caroling.

Yeah, I-- well, um--
yeah, I should go.

The tenors are all
lining up now.

Okay,
I'll call you soon.

( phone beeps )

Where are you taking
this thing?

Toys Galore.
They're gonna put it
on display there.

Nick, Zack,
get down from there.

Man:
Ah, let 'em have
their fun.

It's only a few blocks.

I'll take it slow.

- Bye!
- Bye, Mom!
Bye! Bye-bye!

* Christmas Eve
is coming soon *

* Now, you dear
old man *

* Whisper what
you'll bring to me *

* Tell me if you can.

* Oh, tidings
of comfort and joy... *

- I'm with the real Santa!
- * Comfort and joy

* Oh, tidings
of comfort and joy. *

- ( chatter )
- Excuse me.

Zack!

You about ready
to go home now?

No, he's making
an emotional connection

to trigger his memory.

Oh, come on.
Don't be silly!

You didn't think it was silly
when that shrink said it.

Look, it's not good for him
to be up there like that.

Are you kidding?
Look at him!

Girl:
And I want to thank you

- for all the neat stuff
you brought last year.
- Oh. ( chuckles )

- And what did I bring you?
- Don't you remember?

Ah, well,

my memory hasn't been
too good lately.

That's okay.

I still think
you're the greatest.

Come on, admit it!

If he's not Santa,
then nobody is.

- Yeah, I see what you mean.
- ( phone ringing )

- Albright.
- Yeah, yeah, Mr. Albright,

I thought you'd like to know
we got our first good lead.

Yeah, some folks
who think that, uh, Santa

is their missing
grandfather.

They-- they brought in
an old photo

and our computer guys
enhanced it.

They put on a beard
and 10 years' worth
of wrinkles

and I gotta tell you
it looks like your guy.

Are you--
are you sure?

Well, we're--
we're still running
background checks,

but it--
it looks legit, yeah.

Well, I just--

I just thought
for a minute that maybe...

Never mind.
I'll be there soon.

Well, looks like
you're gonna meet
your deadline, huh?

That should
make you happy.

Yeah.

It should.

( phone rings )

So, you're telling me
your grandfather's been
missing for 10 years?

Yes, 10 years.

He went out to play Santa
at the Knights of Columbus
Christmas party

- and...
- In a Santa suit?

But he never showed up there
and he never came home.

We never heard from him
after that.

How soon can we see him?

Well, if everything checks out,
first thing tomorrow.

Would you excuse us
a moment?

So you're telling me
that Nick has been
running around

in a Santa suit
for 10 years?

Who knows?

Listen to this.

Nicholas Engles,
raised on a farm
in Norway.

Youngest of 12 children.

Animals, cold,
lots of children.

Hmm.

Moved here in the '40s.

Learned to fly a bomber
in the Air Force.

- So he did fly.
- Yeah.

Looks like you finally got
your happy ending.

Well?

( scoffs )
Wow.

Is there something wrong?

( scoffs )
First, you take off
with Zack without telling me,

then you let
the two of them
just walk off.

I mean, what could
possibly be wrong?

Okay, I'm in no mood
to argue.

I'll just get Nick
and we'll get out
of your hair.

Nick, I got
some good news for ya.

Looks like the police finally
discovered your true identity.

- They have?
- Claire: They have?

Yep.

Well, who do they say
that I am?

You're Nicholas Engles
and you live with your
grandchildren

- and you're
going home tomorrow.
- That's not true!

He really is Santa!

Zack.

If you take him away,
there will be no more
Christmas.

Zack, would you stop
this Santa stuff?

- He is not Santa.
- He is, too.

- He is not!
- Is, too!

He is not.
He's just a confused
old man.

All right, stop it,
both of you.

Peter, outside.

( sighs )

- What?
- You're acting
like a child.

- No, he's acting
like a child.
- He is a child!

What's your excuse?

Everything's okay, Doris.

And it is not your place
to yell at my son.

Well, someone ought
to set him straight.

I mean,
do you really think
it's healthy

to let him believe
that that amnesia victim
is really Santa Claus?

Oh, and who are you
to tell him what to believe?

You're afraid
to believe in anything.

I was just telling him
the truth!

Well, you didn't have
to crush him like that.

He'll get over it.

I did.

Oh.

Oh, so that's it.

So you're taking
your lousy childhood
out on my child?

- What?
- Oh, come on, you didn't
get over it, Peter.

You're so stuck
in your past

that you can't get on
with your future.

With-- with our future.

Which tells me one thing.

What?

That we don't have
a future.

Is that how you feel?

Yes.

( scoffs )

Fine.

Fine.

( door opens )

Both:
We're fine.

So that's it?

Yes.

If you can't
let us in, then...

you have to let us go.

( door opens )

Come on, Nick.
Let's go.

( sighs )

Well, that's it, guys.
We gotta head back.

- But-- but--
- We're running out of time.

It's our duty
to save Christmas.

You mean without Santa?

Tell me one place
we haven't looked.

He looks lost.

You can't drive
the sleigh

if you don't know
the way.

Your granddaughter
Nancy.

Uh, no.

The Knights of Columbus?

Uh, no.

Any of this
ring a bell, Nick?

Uh, no.

Maybe when I talk
with her.

Yeah.

At least you'll be home
for Christmas.

- ( sighs )
- And where are you going?

I was gonna spend it
with Claire, but, uh...

now?

I didn't
mess that up, did I?

No.

No, it-- it was
bound to happen.

It was just as well.
I'm no good with kids.

Oh.

Not like you.

Oh, and weren't those kids
wonderful this afternoon?

I had forgotten--

What?

I don't know.

You see,
I can't even remember

what I've forgotten.

Well, you--

you sure looked
right at home with them.

Night, Nick.

Peter.

Come on and--
and sit down here,
will you, please?

Sit down with me.
Come on.

( grunts )
Sit down.

Sit down.

I want to read to you.

I understand
it makes it easier
to fall asleep that way.

Now...

"'Twas the night
before Christmas

when all through
the house,

not a creature
was stirring,

not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care

in hopes that Saint Nicholas
soon would be there.

The children
were nestled

all snug in their beds,

while visions
of sugarplums..."

( snores )

Sweet dreams, Nick.

( groans )

Grady's voice:
I feel sorry for
the real Santa.

He never gets
to meet the kids.

He never gets to see
the happiness he brings.

Now, that's a tough job.
( laughs )

What you're going
to have to do...

- ...all the neat stuff
you brought last year.
- Oh.

- You're late!
- You're late.

- You're late!
- You're late.

You're late!

You're late,
you're late,
you're late!

For what?

Young Peter's voice:
"Dear Santa,

you are the greatest.

All I want
is a happy Christmas

with a family
who loves me.

Love, Peter Albright."

Peter, have you finished
writing your letter?

Yep, here it is.

Peter...

I just got off the phone
with your father

and he won't
be coming for you.

My dad?

Isn't coming.

Santa Claus?

Isn't coming!

( laughs )

( mock cries, laughing )

( panting )

Everything okay?

Yes. Yeah.

I had
the strangest dream.

Yeah, I know the feeling.
Boy, I could use a drink.

One drink coming up.

So, what did
you dream about?

Oh, yes, it was, uh--
I was late.

I was
terribly late for...

for something.

- The deadline dream.
I get that a lot.
- Uh-huh.

And-- and what did
you dream about?

About the orphanage
where I grew up.

Orphanage?

Yeah, my mom died
when I was seven

and my dad wasn't
much of a family man.

I obviously didn't fit
into his plans.

Anyway, I dreamt about
my first Christmas there.

The one where I stopped
believing in Santa.

And I was writing
my letter.

Funny, I can't even
remember what I asked for.

That you would have
a happy Christmas

with a family
that loved you.

Yeah.
How'd you know?

I figured
that's what any orphan
would want, right?

I guess.

Well, anyway,
I saw Sister Greta

throw my letter
into the fire

- and I figured
if she didn't believe...
- Sister Greta?

Would she be Danish
or Norwegian?

I don't know.
Why?

Because Scandinavians
have this custom

that when they send letters
to Santa Claus,

they throw them
on the fire

and they believe
that the smoke

carries the letters
to the North Pole
faster that way.

How did you know that?

I don't know.

( laughing )

Well, anyway,
it didn't work.

I never got
what I asked for.

Well, maybe
it's not too late.

I don't see a family
in my future, Nick.

Well, I think that you'd make
a very good father, Peter.

Not gonna happen.

Claire's fed up
with me

and Zack thinks
that I am the grouch
that stole Christmas.

I think that you and Zack
have much more in common

than you both realize.

You know,
for a guy who--

who doesn't know much
about himself,

you sure know
a lot about me.

Well, maybe we both
need to remember

who we used to be.

( chuckles )

You know, Nick,
if I didn't know
any better,

I'd swear you were
the real thing.

Nick?

We should be going.

( chatter )

Peter:
It's hard to believe that
it was only three days ago

when we first met
jolly old Saint Nick.

But I'm happy to report,
like all good fairy tales,

this story has
a happy ending.

Late last night,
the police department
confirmed

Santa's identity
as Nicholas Engles.

His granddaughter
and her husband said
they never lost hope

that one day
they would be reunited
with their grandfather.

- And today is that day.
- What happened?

His grandchildren
came for him.

Oh, sure.

His grandchildren
come for him.

Peter:
And there you have it.

A family together again.

This is Peter Albright
reporting live.

- ( sniffles )
- ( crowd applauds )

- Grady?
- Yeah, Nick.
Congratulations.

I don't think I'll be
needing these anymore,

so I want you
to have them.

Are you sure?

You'll do them proud.

Well, jeez,
thanks, Nick.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Peter.
- Nick.

Peter, thank you
for everything.

Oh, no problem.

I just wish I had
a Christmas gift for you.

Oh, well, you've done
plenty already.

But, here,
uh, take this.

Your phone?

Well, that way
we can always
keep in touch.

( crowd applauds )

Man:
Good job.

Claire!

- Oh.
- Claire.

- You have a fine
young boy here, Claire.
- ( Claire chuckles )

Come up here, Zack.
I wanna talk with you.

Here, now...

This is a very good
thing, you know?

I'm back
with my family.

I'm back
where I belong, huh?

And to think
that you had me
believing at one time

that I was
the real Santa.

- But you are.
- Oh, come on.

I'll miss you.

Bye.

( crowd applauds )

Oh, boy, I'll be glad
when the holidays
are over.

They already are.

Oh.

You miss him?

Me, too.

He's better off
with his family,
you know?

Yeah,
but don't blame me

when the whole world wakes up
to empty stockings.

Hey...

how about we spend
the day together,
just you and me?

Huh?

- Okay.
- ( chuckles )
Come on.

- I'm leaving.
- But it's Christmas Eve.

- I know.
- It's our busiest night
of the year!

I know.

( bell ringing )

- Oh, merry Christmas, Grady.
- Oh, thanks, Claire.

Same to you.
Thank you, sir.

Oh, that suit
looks great on you.

It's a perfect fit.
Ooh, and I found something.

This suit's got
more hidden pockets,

I tell ya.
I found these letters.

- We gotta get 'em
back to Nick.
- Oh.

Mom, look!
Dear Santa!

Hey, look!

These were
in his pockets.

Why would
anybody carry around
Dear Santa letters

unless he was Santa?

And there's more
in the sleigh.

Zack, honey,
stop bothering Peter.

He's made it clear
that he doesn't want
to be bothered.

So, where do you
wanna go?

Toys Galore.

( sighs )

Young Peter's voice:
"Dear Santa,

you are the greatest.

All I want
is a happy Christmas

with a family
who loves me.

Love,

- Peter Albright."
- Peter Albright?

How can--
how can this be?

How--
how could he...?

I bet you're ready
for some home cooking.

On Sundays I make
a pork roast.

Monday's tuna casserole,
Tuesday, meat loaf.

Wednesday's Ray's favorite--
piggies in a blanket.

- Thursday's scalloped
potatoes, Italian style--
- ( cell phone ringing )

Is that you, Grandpa?

Oh, uh,
excuse me, uh...

Just press
the green button,
Grandpa.

- ( phone beeps )
- Yes, hello-- hello?

- Peter: Nick.
- Peter!

Um, where did you get
these letters?

What letters?

The letters to Santa.
They found them in your pocket.

Uh, well,
I believe, yes,

I was reading some letters
before the, uh...

They're from the kids
at the orphanage
years ago.

There's Bobby
and Chad and...

and me.

But didn't you say
that you saw

one of the sisters
burn those letters?

Peter:
Yeah.

Nick:
Well, then...

nobody could have
those letters, right?

Right.

Nobody but...

Santa.

Santa?

Santa?

It can't be.

It has to be.

You have to be.

Listen,
can you meet me

at Toys Galore
in 15 minutes?

Nick:
All right, yes, yes.

( laughing )

Would you stop
at the Toys Galore store?

Is everything
all right?

I have some last-minute
shopping to do.

- You looking for
anything special, honey?
- ( cell phone rings )

His sleigh.

- Hello?
- Claire, it's Peter.

Oh, what?

Uh, let me talk
to Zack.

Ugh, Peter wants
to talk to you.

- Forget it.
- He doesn't wanna
talk to you.

Just tell him--

tell him that, uh--
tell him that I believe him.

( chatter )

Peter, this is
a great story.

It's not over yet.
Grab your gear.

Ooh!

Oof!

Whoa!

( groans )

- Shh.
- ( chuckles )

All right, news boy.

- What?
- What did you do
with Santa?

Who are you?
Ow, ow, ow, ow...

( crowd murmuring )

Zack?

Zack!

- Zack!
- Up here, Mom!

Look, I knew
they were here!

Zack, get down here
right now.

- Look, the letters!
- Man: Listen to your mother.

And there's more letters
and the sleigh,
the reindeer--

- it's all proof
that Nick really...
- Man: Sit still!

Santa!

He's here!
Hey, Nick!

You really are Santa!

That's what Peter
thinks, too.

- He does?
- Yeah.

- Yes!
- ( crowd gasps )

Oh, Zack, no!

Mom!

Zack, now don't move.

- Mom!
- Nick: Don't move!

Woman:
Get out of the sleigh!

Stay there.

Don't move.

Are you okay, Peter?

Oh, sure.
I just love
being held hostage

by a bunch of color-blind,
overdressed,

slightly belated
trick-or-treaters.

Who are you guys,
anyway?

Elves.

- Elves, right.
- Look at the ears.

They're real!

- Jackpot, news boy.
- ( screams )

( chatter )

Man:
No, don't go up there.
It's not safe!

- ( crowd gasps )
- ( gasps ) Oh!

Mom!

( creaking )

Sweetie, don't move.

Come over here slowly.
Come on.

Come on.

Move over slowly now.

Come on.

Woman:
Do what he says!

Oh, sweetie!

That's all right.

It's all right.
Don't move.

Here, I'll--
I'll just get in.

Just hold on!

- Oh! Hold on, now.
- ( crowd gasps )

( gasps )

( crowd screams )

Everything is fine, okay?

Everything will be
all right.

- It will?
- Yes,

or my name
isn't Santa.

- Whoa!
- ( crowd gasps, screams )

( screams )

( laughs )

Ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho, ho...

Maybe that's
not Grandpa.

You really are Santa!
I knew it!

Yes! I am!

I really am!

- Mom!
- Oh, Zack, oh!

- Claire: I am so glad
you're safe.
- ( groans )

I was so worried
about you.

Peter:
Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Santa?
- Max?

Santa!

Whoa, whoa...

- There's something
different about you.
- Max,

I feel like a new man.

Yeah, well,
you look like one, too.

Max, these kids today,

they really do
appreciate me.

I'm gonna pick up
the bag again.

Yeah, well, you better
make it quick

- 'cause Christmas Eve
is almost here.
- ( watch ticking )

Christmas Eve?

But it's running
very late.

We'll never make
all these deliveries
in time.

- Max: Come on,
let's go! We're late!
- Zack: Hurry! Hey, look.

Peter:
Hey, the Christmas tree lot's
the other way.

- Claire: What do you
think you're doing?
- Rupert: He looks lost.

- Man: It's a shortcut.
- Max: Right. What do we
look like, tourists?

( Nick laughs )

Man:
Okay, yeah,

let's make sure
I got this right.

You're Santa
and you need
your reindeer.

- Yes, yes.
- ( chuckles )

So where are
your elves?

Uh, oh, they were
right behi--

( gasps )

Well, we can do this
two ways--

- naughty...
- ( teeth chattering )

Just say the word, Max.

...or nice.

Hand over the keys.

Let's ride, Santa.

There's been a break-in
at the Christmas tree lot.

Santa and his elves
are stealing the reindeer!

- ( clicks, dial tone )
- Hello?

- ( phone clicking )
- Hello?

We're gonna go on a--
on a little trip tonight.

Man:
Turn around slowly.

Don't be a hero,
lawman.

- ( whipping, whooshing )
- ( men yelling )

( machine whirring,
popping )

( muffled grunting )

Well, come on, guys.
Let's go!

But there's too much weight.
We'll have to meet you there.

Well, how are you
gonna get home?

Upgrades.

In-flight movies,
free food, peanuts.

Oh, boy.

Hey, come, Dancer,
come, Prancer.

Up and away!

- ( chattering )
- Claire: Whoo!

- Oh!
- Nick: Up and away.

Hold on.

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

- You call it in.
- Hmm?

Claire:
Oh! ( laughs )

Wow!

Zack, you remember
that letter I wrote?

I wrote it when I was
about your age

and it made me
realize

- that you and I have
a lot in common.
- Yeah? Like what?

Well, like we both
miss having a dad

and we both love
your mom very much.

And we both
believe in Santa.

You were right
all along.

So you'll listen to me
from now on?

I'll definitely
work on it.

And you'll never
doubt me again?

- ( chuckles ) Okay,
now you're pushing it.
- ( Claire chuckles )

What was that for?

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, watch it.
That thing's loaded.

- ( Claire chuckles )
- Max: Touché.

You were right.
I was acting like a child.

I wanna get married.

( chuckles )
To me?

Yeah.

Even with-- even with
a ready-made family?

Especially
with a ready-made family.

Looks like I finally got
my Christmas wish.

Oh, my.

- ( cheering )
- Whoa!

- Zack: That was so fun!
- Nick?

- Grady, Grady.
- That was so cool, Mom!

It's Christmas Eve.
Do you still have that suit
that I gave to you?

Yeah, yeah,
it's in the car.

- Would you, please?
- Hang on. One second.

Nick:
A white Christmas.

- Max: Yeah.
- Nick: Yes.

- Max: It's turning out
just perfect, isn't it?
- Come on, Grady.

- We're running late here.
- There you go.

- Thanks.
- So, you're the real deal.

Nick:
Yeah, how about that?

That means I wore
Santa's suit.

I wore Sa--
I gotta go tell my wife.

- I gotta tell my wife.
- Thank you, Grady.

Santa,
it's getting late.

I mean, we're really
gonna need a miracle.

Yes, it is time

for a little
Christmas magic.

Peter:
Wow.

- How do you do that?
- Ho, ho, ho.

Wouldn't you like
to know?

Peter, we're off
to a late start this year.

Uh, do you think you might
lend a helping hand
this evening?

Well, that's the nicest thing
anyone's ever offered,

but for the first time
in my life

I have a family to spend
Christmas Eve with.

I was hoping
you would say that.

And I was hoping
you'd say that.

According to
five time zones,
we're late, Nick.

- We gotta go, Nick.
Come on!
- Okay!

- Claire: Oh, bye.
- Here we go.
Bye-bye, bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.
- Oh, we'll miss you!

We'll miss you.

- Wow!
- ( all laughing )

The name is Claus.

Unbelievable?
We thought so at first.

But as they say,
you've gotta see it
to believe it.

So, as we close
tonight's show,

we'd like to leave you
with these images.

This is Peter Albright
saying...

have yourself
a very merry Christmas.

I know I will.

Grandpa?

I'm running
a little late.

You bet we're late.
Now come on!

Merry Christmas.

Peter's voice:
"Dear Santa,

thank you for making
my Christmas wish
come true.

Love, Peter Albright."

Ah, ah, ah.

I'll take care of that.

Santa, I got
two words for you--

- Merry Christmas.
- No. Seat belts.

( Nick chuckles )

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

( music playing )

Man:
That's a gimme?