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[theme music]

[Man 1] it looks good
at NASA One.

[Man 2] Roger.
BCS Arm switch is on.

[Man] Okay, Victor.

[Man 2] Landing Rocket
Arm switch is on.

Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.

- [Steve] We have separation.
- [Man 2] Roger.

[Man 3] Inboards and outboards are on.

I'm coming forward
with the side stick.

- [Man 1] All looks good.
- [Man 2] Uh, roger.

[Steve] I've got a blow out,
damper three!

- [Man 2] Get your pitch to zero.
- [Steve] Pitch is out!

[Steve] I can't hold altitude!

[Man 2] Correction,
Alpha Hold is off.

Turn selectors... Emergency!

[Steve] Flight Com, I can't hold it!
She's breaking up!

She's breaking...

[explosion]

[Rudy] Steve Austin. Astronaut.

A man barely alive.

[Oscar] Gentleman,
we can rebuild him.

We have the technology.

We have the capability to make
the world's first bionic man.

Steve Austin will be that man.

Better than he was before.

Better. Stronger. Faster.

[theme music]

[dramatic music]

Hi, Steve.

- Merry Christmas, Oscar.
- Oh, hi. Thank you.

I'm sorry I got you here
so early, Steve. I--

Well, that's okay.
We're still having lunch today, aren't we?

Lunch?

I'm afraid we have
a conflict for lunch, Steve.

Oscar, it's our Annual Day
before Christmas Lunch.

I mean, you re-confirmed
it yesterday.

Uh, how could you have
a conflict?

Well, I don't have
a conflict, Steve.

You do.

The Budge Company has been
developing an extended range

life support system
for a landing on Mars.

Yeah, I know.
I read about it in the papers.

Yes, but the papers
don't mention the problem.

Little things seem
to be going wrong all the time.

We think it might be sabotage.

Well, that's very interesting, Oscar.

But, uh, tomorrow morning
I'm leaving for Ojai

to have Christmas dinner
with my folks.

With a few minutes to pack

you could be at the Budge office
in say, two hours and 45 minutes.

Why doesn't Budge shut down on
Christmas like everybody else?

Because it costs money.

And between money
and sentiment with Mr. Budge,

it's no contest.

Hey, that package.
Is that for me?

Oh, yeah, Oscar,
it's your Christmas present.

- See.
- Oh, you're gonna love it.

That's terrific!

Thanks very much, pal.

[whirring]

[metal creaking]

You once told me
how much you like modern art.

Merry Christmas, Oscar.

[engine revving]

There you are, Crandall.

- $650.
- Thank you, sir.

That's $50 more than last year's
Christmas bonus.

Should cover inflation.

That's very thoughtful, sir.

Mm-hm. Now, if you'll just
endorse it back to the company.

Um.

Well, this one time, sir.

Uh, c--could I keep just a part of it?

Y--you see the children haven't
had a real Christmas in--

You see, Crandall.
That's your problem. You're soft.

Worrying about Christmas instead
of trying to get this debt paid off.

Yes, sir.

What does this bring it down to, sir?

Mm...

[typewriter typing]

That's $8,725 and 37 cents.

Well, well, well,
we're really starting

to come out of the woods.

When do I get out of the woods, sir?

Mm...

Figuring to continue
at the same rate

and throwing in your next
two Christmas bonuses

a bit over two years.

There's no way of clearing
it up before then?

I don't see how.

You're barely retaining enough
to live on, now.

Yes, sir.

Uh, um, w--would it be all right

if I went home
early this evening, sir?

Uh, it's Christmas Eve and--

Sorry, Bob.

- I'll see Colonel Austin now.
- [Secretary] Yes, Mr. Budge.

Bring the car around
to the testing grounds

and standby, hm?

Yeah. Yes, sir.

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[Mr. Budge] Sorry, I couldn't give you
a heartier welcome, Colonel Austin.

But I resent
the fact that the OSI

sent you to look over my shoulder.

Well, Mr. Budge, there have been
reports of several problems.

Minor bugs. Always happens
with new projects.

Shakedown time.
Things will work out.

Yeah, sir,
but it's just that anything

less than 100% safety factor

on a, uh, life support system
is unacceptable.

Colonel. I know that.

I'm not a stupid man.

- I didn't say you were.
- Nor am I insensitive.

I know you didn't say that either.

But what people say
and what they think

are often times
completely different.

And you've got where you are
by learning to assess the difference.

I see you've developed
the knack yourself.

Guessing what people have
on their minds,

even though they don't say it.

Well, we seem
to have a bit in common.

I think we'll probably
get along very well.

You don't think that at all, colonel.

You're thinking
the quicker you can get

your business over with,

and get away
from this boring old wind bag...

[Christmas music]

Ah, what do you
think you're doing?

Oh, uh.

Well, uh--we, uh--we figured

that, uh, Fred's gonna have
to spend Christmas in the tank, uh,

we gave him
something to look at.

I have thoroughly studied
the specs

on our current contract
and I fail to see

where it called for pine needles
and tinsel.

This isn't off
the budget, Mr. Budge.

We, uh--we paid
for the tree ourselves.

Did you now?

And you decorated it
on your own time?

I thought as much.

Get it out of here, tinsel and all.

And, now, gentleman,
may we get back

to what is laughingly
known as work?

Merry Christmas, Mr. Budge.

I suppose you'll want
to see our monitoring room.

[machines beeping]

Shouldn't this read 0.0053?

0.0049 is within
the acceptable limit.

Yeah, but just barely.
I mean, it cuts down the safety factor--

Colonel Austin, the government
engineers set the standards.

I am operating within them.

A fact which you
are perfectly free to check.

[machine whirring]

Budge.

Listen.

[machine whirring]

Charlie.

Yes, Mr. Budge.

I can, perhaps, forgive the fact
that you are unable to read.

But can't you hear
the difference in pitch?

When was the last time
you monitored that?

Well, I checked it personally
at, uh, at 4:28.

Alright, that
was 22 minutes ago.

Now, the specs clearly call
for a check every 15 minutes.

Get back to work.

We were a bit shorthanded
because of the holidays.

I told the men every
half hour would handle it.

Well, does the equipment run
any differently on holidays?

I mean, does--
were the specs changed?

Does it need less supervision?

I can't keep a full crew
on double time

for the holiday weekend.

Well, I think
we better scrub the test

and do a step-by-step analysis.

No, Colonel Austin, I will not.

In the interest of safety.

I'm interested in safety, sir.

I'm also interested in keeping
my plant operating at a profit.

If we scrub now,
there'll be a five day lag for start-up.

Plus the wasted six days
of the current test.

I realize there's
an expense involved.

But you're thinking that I can afford it.

You're thinking I probably
have enough money right now.

Something like that.

What does
the word enough mean, colonel?

What are its limits?
Its parameters?

Just how much
is enough of anything?

[alarm]

- Get that hatch open, quick!
- It's jammed.

Clear out.
I'll have him blow it.

Blow the hatch!

[coughing]

[explosion]

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

[coughing]

[alarm blaring]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Thanks, doctor.

[siren wailing]

Well, the doctor said he had
a lot of smoke inhalation,

but he's got a chance.

It looks like you're gonna have
to shut down anyway, Mr. Budge.

No, sir.

Crandall, get me some water.

Get the maintenance crew
down here immediately.

And I want four sheet metal men,
three welders,

the entire electrical crew.

Yes, sir.

And tell'em to be prepared
to work through the night.

All night?

Are you sure that's
necessary, Mr. Budge?

I mean, one day
won't matter that much.

It's Christmas Eve, Mr. Budge.

Is it? How do you know?

- The calendar.
- Which calendar?

The Julian or the Gregorian?

Did you know that the date
wasn't picked until hundreds

of years after
the beginning of Christianity?

Well, now that
it has been picked, uh--

By whom?

Some churches celebrate
Christmas 13 days later.

Now, if any of you would like
to pick your own day, well...

♪ God rest ye merry gentlemen
let nothing you dismay ♪

♪ Remember Christ our savior
was born on Christmas Day ♪

♪ To save us all
from Satan's power ♪

♪ When we were gone astray ♪

Crandall, who are those people
and how did they get in here?

Well, they're all
from the mail room, sir,

but they're finished for the day.

This on their own time, sir.

Well, get'em out of here,
get'em out of here.

And you tell anyone who thinks
there's something sinful

about working on Christmas
not to come back at all!

Okay, kids. Load it up.

[singing trails off]

Sorry, kids.
Yeah, you better go home.

Thanks, anyway.

Merry Christmas.

Get back to work, guys.

There's not much more
you can do, Colonel Austin.

If you like, Crandall
will drop you at your hotel.

I'd like to check back
when the men show up.

Whatever you say.

Come back after you drop
the colonel off.

I want you on standby tonight.

Yes, sir.

The, uh, the car is this way,
Colonel Austin.

You can drop the military title.

- Where to?
- The Hotel Belvedere.

Where are you gonna have
Christmas dinner?

Well, does the Belvedere
have room service?

Of course.

Well, then, I guess that's it.

[Crandall] You mean, you're gonna
have Christmas dinner

in a hotel room alone?

Well, I tell ya,
it wouldn't be the first time.

Well, you're gonna do
no such thing.

You're coming home with me.

I thought you have
to get back to the plant.

Oh, I have to,
but there's no reason why

you can't enjoy my wife's cooking.

[engine revving]

[Christmas music]

I hope you don't mind.

I want to pick up a couple
of last minute things

for the kids.

Are you sure
it's the last minute?

According to Budge,
you still may have 13 days.

[chuckles]
Mind if I tag along?

Of course, not.

How old are your youngsters?

Oh, Elise is nine,
Bob Jr. is seven,

and, uh, Cissy's five.

May, uh, may I ask you a favor,
Mr. Crandall?

On one condition,
that you drop the civilian title.

Okay, Bob,
but would you permit me

to buy some presents
for your youngsters?

- Oh, that's not necessary, Steve.
- Oh, now, wait a minute.

You know the single nicest
thing about Christmas

is, uh, looking at the kids' faces

as they open up their
Christmas presents.

You wouldn't want to cheat me
out of that, now, would ya?

I wouldn't think of it.

But, uh, would you mind
keeping it simple?

I don't want the kids to lose sight
of the real meaning of Christmas.

Sure.

[bell dinging]

[indistinct chatter]

[cash register dings]

- Thank you.
- Mm-hm.

- You see that, Mickey?
- Hm?

- What Crandall got his kids.
- Yeah.

He's got to be the slowest guy
with a buck in the world.

You'd think at least on Christmas
he'd open up a little.

It can't be that he has no money.

That job as Budge's chauffeur
must pay pretty good.

Oh, yeah.

Good afternoon, sir.
Merry Christmas.

Uh, Merry Christmas to you.

- Could you wrap these for me?
- Sure.

[mellow music]

[Christmas music]

[engine revving]

[dog barking]

[birds chirping]

Kids.

Nora.

Where is everybody?

[gasps] Daddy!

- Daddy!
- Daddy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Now, calm down here.

Now, say hello
and, uh, Merry Christmas

to Colonel Steve Austin.

[Children] Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you.

Nora, Nora?

Oh, I have the feeling
that she's in the kitchen.

I, uh, also have the feeling
I should have called

her and told her I was
bringing home a guest.

Now, if I could just
put these under your tree.

Don't you have a tree?

We could you have one
if we wanted.

Daddy say Christmas trees
are a waste of money.

There's a big one
in the town square.

There's no reason
to have your own.

You know, kids.

Sometimes Christmas trees
don't really have to cost anything.

Did you know that
on Christmas more wishes

come true than at any other time?

Sure, everyone knows that.

I'll tell you what.
You come sit on the steps over here.

Come on.

Now, you close your eyes
and you wish real hard.

You wish for two minutes.

And no peeking.

Because if it isn't a surprise,
then the wish doesn't work.

[mellow music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[tree creaking]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[Christmas music]

The ornaments
are five years old,

but, uh, they haven't
gone out of style.

You're lucky you
didn't throw'em out.

Have you ever heard
of anyone throwing

out Christmas ornaments?

Cissy, I don't think
you've thanked Uncle Steve.

Well, I uh, better
be getting back to the plant.

Hey, I tell you what,
why don't you stay here

and have Christmas Eve dinner
with your family for once?

- And I'll pick up Budge.
- Thanks, Steve, but, uh

that just won't work.

Well, don't be silly.
Why would he care who drives?

I said no.

Bob, uh, children
will you please

go upstairs at once and play?

Uncle Steve will be staying
for dinner, no complaining.

Come on, you can talk
to him later.

Up you go.

I--I'm sorry, Steve.

But, uh, this is the way it has to be.

You don't have to go
to the plant anyway.

Why don't you
at least let me call him?

Uh, Colonel Austin.

Let him go.

Please come and sit down.

I suppose we owe you
an explanation.

You don't owe me anything.

Bob wasn't always
Budge's chauffeur.

He used to be his accountant.

See, four years ago,
I was very ill

and I needed very
expensive medical care.

Much more than we could afford.

So, Bob went
to his uncle for help.

He didn't tell you that
Horton Budge was his uncle, did he?

- No.
- Budge refused to help.

So, Bob helped himself.

Well, in his heart and mind,
he thought of it as a loan.

But to be quite truthful,
embezzled is the legal term.

And Budge found the shortage
in the books.

Budge realized that it didn't
make sense to send Bob to jail.

So, he made a deal with him.

He re-hired him as his chauffeur.

And now he deducts
a major part of the salary

plus interest until
the debts paid.

That doesn't explain why
I couldn't drive for Bob tonight.

That's punishment
for what Bob did.

Budge doesn't consider
the mere repayment of the loan

makes up for the crime.

He keeps Bob on call constantly.

Whether he's going
to be needed or not.

In spite of how he acted tonight,

he appreciated
your offer, you know.

Well, it's way past dinner time

and I haven't got anything started.

You and the kids must be starving.

"Before I draw nearer to that
stone to which you point"

said Scrooge,
"Answer me one question."

"Are these the shadows
of the things that will be

or are they the shadows
of things that may be, only?"

Still the ghost pointed downward
to the stone by which it stood.

Whose grave is it, really?

It's Ebenezer Scrooge's own grave.

But how could he look
at his own grave?

Because he's not really dead, silly.

Is he just dreaming?

No, it's not really a dream, either.

The ghost is just showing him
what can happen

if he doesn't live
a better life.

Now, come on down.
Your mom has dinner ready.

[engine revving]

[frogs croaking]

Are you sure you're all right, sir?

Certainly.
Certainly, I'm all right.

Just help me up the stairs.

I'll have some more
of my medicine and...

and I'll be fine.

I really don't know how
to thank you, Mrs. Crandall.

We thank you.

I can't remember when I've seen
the children take

to anyone the way
they have to you.

But kids, now it's time that
you started taking your baths

and getting ready for bed.

Why?

Well, you want to look nice
for Santa Claus, don't you?

- It's all right. He won't come.
- Well, of course, he will.

Santa Claus comes
to every house, every year.

Not to our house he doesn't.

Well, this year it's going
to be a little different.

You really think so?

I just want to pull his beard.

Well, maybe he'll let you do that.

Yes, I think Santa Claus
is gonna

visit you all this year.

You mean the Santa outside
the store?

The guy who collects money
for poor people?

He's not really Santa Claus.

He's old Mr. Webly.

He's a janitor at our school.

No, I have a hunch
the real Santa Claus

is going to show up.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I better be getting back to the plant.

The crew will be starting up by now.

Why don't you wait until Bob
gets back and he can drive you?

Oh, it's a lovely night
for a walk.

A walk? It's over three miles.

Well, after a dinner like that,
I need the exercise.

All right, kids.
Off to take your baths.

- [all kids] Aw.
- Come on.

[crickets chirping]

[bells ringing]

Well, merry Christmas.

Oh, Merry Christmas to you, sir.

Are you Mr. Webly?

Well, for the other 364 days
of the year, yes.

I guess tonight's
your last night, huh?

That's right.

How much you figure
you'll take in

between now and closing time?

Well, if I'm lucky, lucky,
I can pick up

another eight
or ten dollars, why?

Well, I'd like to rent your suit
for the evening.

Uh, would $25 cover it?

Twenty...

That'll buy it until
next Christmas.

Tell you what.
I got to buy some presents.

- I'll meet you inside.
- Great.

Figure out what caused
the malfunction?

I can't even figure out
how you got the door off.

It's probably
substandard metal.

It seemed to bend pretty easy.

Now, that's what I thought.

But this material
is within the tolerance set

of this job contract.

- Well within?
- Just barely.

Charlie?

I want a complete copy
of the specifications laid out

for the materials
that went into this project.

And I want a sample
of each one of those materials.

Sure, Colonel Austin.
Anything else?

Yeah, the most accurate mechanical
and electronic testing equipment

that you have,
and a place to work.

You got it.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Find the trouble?

Substandard material?

None. All the materials
meet the standards.

Just barely.

If one or even several
of the components had been built

to the lower
level of specifications,

there wouldn't have been
a problem.

But Budge used the lowest
allowable standards

on every single component.

Well, that's old man
Budge's operation.

Uh, he never tries
to get away with anything

below contractual specs.

Uh, he's honest, but greedy.

Yeah, well,
his honest greediness

almost killed a man today.

- Where is he?
- Uh, he went home.

He wasn't feeling too well.

Yeah, well, he's gonna be
feeling a lot worse.

[crickets chirping]

[dramatic music]

Steve.
What are you doing here?

Well, I got to talk to Budge.

I just helped him get to bed.

- I'm worried about him.
- Yeah, so am I.

He looks pretty sick to me.
And he lives alone.

I didn't want to leave him,
but well, he sent me out

to get his prescription refilled.

Well, that's all right.
You go ahead.

I'll look after him.
I got to talk to him anyway.

[doorbell ringing]

[car door closes]

[engine revving]

All right.

All right, I'm coming.

[doorbell ringing] Oh. Oh!

Oh.

Help me!

[Budge] Help me someone!

Help me!

Help me, someone!

[groans]

[dramatic music]

[mellow music]

[moaning]

[sighs]

[music continues]

Do either of you know
if he took all of his medicine?

He's been taking it all day.

He drank the last of it just
before he became really ill.

Uh, he just sent me out for a refill.

No more than a teaspoon a day, I told him.

You know, there's some patients
who think that

if a little is good, more is better.

Is that's what wrong with him?

Well, from the symptoms,
the, uh, delirium,

and the hallucination,
I'd say that's his problem.

He keeps raving about falling
off that railing down below.

Huh, yeah, well, just before
you came he was mumbling

something about being dead.

Yeah, he's still talking like that.

He claims that when he fell,
he, uh, landed

in the arms
of the angel of death.

Is he gonna be all right?

He's gonna hallucinate
pretty badly

for the next three hours.

The overdose was bad enough,
unfortunately,

the antidote that I've given him

also contains a sedative.

- Can you stay with him?
- Oh, no.

Holidays are a pretty busy time for me.

You know, people have a knack
for, uh, getting into trouble.

I have to get back
to the hospital.

Well, what do you want us to do?

Basically, I want you to keep him

from falling asleep
for the next three hours.

He might go into a coma if he does.

Now, here's where I'll be.

After about 10 minutes,
when the antidote takes hold,

get him up, and walk him
for three hours.

Then you can let him sleep.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

[dramatic music]

[Budge mumbling]

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, why did I have to die?

I wasn't really bad.

Oh, oh.

Oh, I never cheated.

I never stole, I never lied.

Just an edge, an honest edge.

That's all I ever...

You can go, Steve.

He's my boss, my uncle

and my problem.

I'll stay with him.

No, no. I want you to spend
Christmas Eve with your family.

Besides, I got an idea.

First, I got to make a phone call,

and a couple other things to do.

Just give me five minutes.

[Budge moaning]

I never really hurt anyone.

Never really helped
anyone either.

[moaning] Huh?

[dramatic music]

[telephone ringing]

Yes, Steve.

Oscar, I think I found
the problem.

- [Oscar] Sabotage?
- No.

-[Oscar] Good.
- Not so good.

There may not be anything
we can do about it.

What do you mean?

[Steve] Well, Budge
is cutting down on the specs,

but all well within
his legal contract limits.

Well, how can that
happen, Steve?

Well, the contract was drawn up
a bit too soft.

I guess no one expected
that every single spec

would be shaved
to the lower limit.

Look, can we close him down
or pay him off?

Start over with another company.

Well, not really, we're three
months into this contract

and, uh, we're
running out of time.

All right, then.
Hang on, I'll see what I can do.

- [Oscar] You need any help?
- No, I think I have help.

I ran into an old friend
named Dickens.

He seems
to have some bright ideas.

Dickens?

[dramatic music]

[crickets chirping]

[rumbling]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

How's he doing?

Well, could you give me
a hand, Steve?

The doctor said he should be
on his feet in 10 minutes.

Oh!
Hey, what's all this about?

I was gonna play Santa
to your children.

But I think Budge here needs
it even more.

Oh.

[groaning]

Bob, why don't you go on home?

I can handle it from here on in.

Well, thanks, Steve.

- And Merry Christmas.
- Oh, bah humbug.

Well, I hate to do this, Mr. Budge

but the doctor said it was
important for you to stay awake.

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

You're trying to trick me.

There's no Santa Claus.

What... What...

There's no final date.

It's blank.

Am I dreaming?

Tell me, please.

Is this a warning?

Do I get another chance or...

Or am I really dead?

[crickets chirping]

[dramatic music]

♪ Oh come all ye faithful ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ Oh come ye oh come ye ♪

♪ To Bethlehem ♪

♪ Come and behold him ♪

♪ Born the king of angels ♪

♪ Oh come let us adore him ♪

♪ Oh come let us adore him ♪

♪ Oh come let us adore him ♪

♪ Christ the Lord ♪

♪ Oh come all ye faithful ♪

It is pretty, isn't it?

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

Where are we going now?

♪ Oh come ye oh come ye ♪

♪ To Bethlehem ♪♪

[dramatic music]

[crickets chirping]

[Bob] I'm worried about him, Nora.
I really am.

About him? You think
he's worth worrying about?

The doctor said
I shouldn't leave him alone.

Well, you didn't leave him alone.
Steve's with him.

Steve's a stranger.
We're family.

He doesn't seem to remember that.

But he was sick. Very sick.

When I was sick,
did he worry about me?

I didn't realize how sick she was.

Believe me. I would've helped.

I always thought women made
too much of every little ache.

Do you really wish him ill?

No.

I think I pity him.

Whatever small
meanness he possesses,

seems to carry
its own punishment.

He's a lonely, unhappy man.

And tonight of all nights

we should wish him well.

You see?
They carry me no grudge.

They wish me well!

[mellow music]

[music continues]

Why did Uncle Steve go away?

He had to go to work.

Does he work at night?

I think he's working
at Uncle Horton's factory.

Is Uncle Steve coming back
for Christmas tomorrow?

Maybe not.
He's not our real uncle anyway, you know.

But he brought us presents.

Uncle Horton's our real uncle,
but he never buys us presents.

That doesn't matter.

Sometimes someone loves you
and they just don't buy presents.

[Bob] But he never comes
to see us either.

Does Uncle Horton love us?

Of course, he does, Cissy.

He's our uncle, isn't he?

And we love him, don't we?

Oh, little Elsie.

I do love you.

I love you all.

And if this is a dream

and if I do ever wake up

I'll show you.

Please, God.

Let it be a dream.

[moaning]

Why did I have to die?

Why couldn't I've had
one more chance?

Oh.

[moaning]

Colonel Austin?

What are you doing here?

Well, you were sick last night.

The doctor said you weren't
to be left alone.

Oh. [groaning]

Ooh, I'll say I was sick.

Oh.

Do you know,
do you know that I dreamt...

Huh, huh, I dreamt that I died.

At least, at least,
I think it was a dream.

Yes, yes, a dream.

A silly dream.

Well, it was, it was good of you
to sit up with me all night.

Oh, I had nowhere
to go, anyway.

By the way, uh,
Merry Christmas.

That's right.

Today is Christmas, isn't it?

Well, no matter.

There's a lot of work
to be done today.

We'd best be getting down
to the plant.

Mr. Budge, did you ever
think about spending Christmas

with your family instead of working?

Family? I have no family.

What about Crandall, your chauffeur?

I thought he was related to you.

Distantly.

Well, your sister's son,
I would say, that's pretty close.

And those three lovely children of his.

Sentimental nonsense,
Colonel Austin.

One does not either like
or associate with people

because of an accident of birth.

One should be able to choose
the people, well, with one...

♪ Oh come all ye faithful ♪

[Nora] When I was sick,
did he worry about me?

[Bob] Oh, now, Nora.
Do you really wish him ill?

[Cissy] Does Uncle Horton love us?

[Elsie] Of course, he does, Cissy.

[Horton] Please, God.
Let it be a dream.

- [Steve] Mr. Budge?
- Yes?

Anything wrong, Mr. Budge?

Colonel Austin, we have
a lot of work to do.

First, I have to call the hospital.

About Fred? Uh, the man
who was hurt during the test.

Through no fault of mine.

I called, the doctor said
he's gonna need

a lot of special treatment.

Good, we'll get right over
and see that he gets

everything he needs
for a speedy recovery.

And then we'll go to the plant.

Have you no Christmas spirit, sir?

First we call the plant,
shut them down,

and send everyone home.

Then I have quite a bit
of shopping to do.

What's this all about, Mr. Budge?

I think, Colonel Austin,

I've been given another chance.

[Christmas music]

Okay.

The rabbit, what is he saying?

Hello, Cissy.
How are you, Cissy?

- What's your name?
- Cissy.

That's right.

[bells jingling]

[knocking on door]

No, I'll get it.

[recorder switching off]

Thanks for lending me the suit,
but I feel ridiculous.

- Oh, you look great.
- Well--well, what do I now?

Oh, just ho, ho, ho
and all that.

You sure kids today go for this?

I'll check.

Kids, we have a choice to make.

Of all the people
who've never come to visit you

who would you like
to see this very minute?

Uncle Budge or Santa Claus?

[Children] Santa Claus!

Oh, ho, ho.
Merry, merry, merry Christmas.

Oh, boy!

Oh!

[Christmas music]

[music continues]

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I--I almost forgot.

Somethin' for mama and papa.

Don't even bother to open it.

Just tear it up.
It's that kind of present.

[laughing]

[door closes]

[intercom buzzing]

Yes?

[Secretary] Colonel Austin
to see you, sir.

Send him in.

[dramatic music]

[Oscar] Hello, Steve.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you.

- It's good to be home.
- Good trip?

- I know it was successful.
- Oh, it's excellent.

But once I straightened Budge out,
he even had his private jet

fly me home to Ojai.

I got a call from a man named,
uh, Crandall.

He's Budge's new accountant.

He said since you upgraded
the specs,

they're gonna lose money
on that contract.

Hm, well, with what he'll save
on medicine,

he'll probably break even.

[metal creaking]

There you are, Oscar.
Good as new.

Wow.

Uh, by the way, I, uh,
I don't remember getting

a Christmas present from you.

You know, that's right.

But, I, uh,
I thought about it a lot.

Yeah, well, uh, it's the thought
that counts, Oscar.

Merry Christmas.

[mellow music]

Merry Christmas, pal.

Thanks, Oscar.

[theme music]

[music continues]