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to eat anything of what I left you last night, you're going to have to eat all

of this now, Jonathan.

All of it.

Because I'm not made out of tuna, you know.

Boy, there you are, living in the lap of luxury.

I'm going to be out there doing some high -class pandering.

For a worthy cause.

For a worthy cause. Eat them.

Eat them up. Eat them up.

Mrs. Munson has been here 17 years. And Mrs. Disher's been here 12 years. And

Mr. Rigolini's been here 15 years.

And now you're being evicted. And now we're being evicted.

60 days notice and goodbye. What kind of a world is it where something like this

can happen?

And at Christmas, too.

Sounds like something out of Dickens. Well, it's not Dickens. It's Rollins,

owner. And here comes Mr. Rollins now.

Sir?

Sir, you serve legal notice on these tenants to evict them from the building

where they live.

in order to demolish it so your company can construct a parking garage on this

site? Is that a question or what? I'd like to point out Mr. Rollins has come

here today to offer a very generous cash settlement. What good are a couple of

dollars when you don't have a place to sleep?

Where you go, madam, is not my problem. What Mr. Rollins means is that the tax

dollars generated by the structure to be built on this site will help provide

the type of housing these people so desperately need.

Percy continues as the demonstration... Damn it, stop shoving me. Get out of my

way. Well, get out of my way then.

Now, you see what kind of a man this is? Look, I didn't mean to push him for

heaven's sake.

Let's go, Mr. Rawlinson.

That potential for violence we remarked on earlier, Tom, has just been

transformed... Mr. McCabe, are you all right? I'm fine.

I'm fine.

...and the man who's trying to evict these tenants.

God bless you, 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. Oh, die in the comfort and joy of the

Lord. Merry Christmas, Santa!

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a public relations triumph, I can tell you that.

The headlines read, Scrooge hit Santa Claus.

Yeah, well, first thing tomorrow morning, I'm gonna start looking for a

replacement for Carl Lang.

Oh, I'm gonna have to wait till after the first of the year.

At least by then, all this Christmas stuff will be out of the way, thank God.

When are you coming back?

We have an appointment with the Rasmussen people tomorrow morning at 9

Okay. I'll see you then.

What

the

hell?

What are you doing here? How'd you get in here?

Hey, what?

Get out of here!

Mr. Harris, I thought you were still in Savannah.

Oh, I drove up early to beat the rush.

Is the old man in yet? You beat him, too.

You're back.

Oh, hey, I saw that Santa Claus fight on TV.

Shrewd PR move, Carl.

Don't touch anything.

Call the police.

You're going to have to stop being so fussy about what you read or we'll have

find you a rich owner.

Yeah.

Walk right in. Everybody else does.

You call McCabe?

That's right.

We're police officers, Mr. McCabe.

We'd like to know where you were between the hours of nine and midnight last

night. I was right here being stabbed by some burglar.

I was going to call you guys up, but I figured why bother.

Emergency hospital reported?

They confirmed that you were cut on the chest.

Where were you last night, Tom?

Right here.

Anybody able to corroborate that?

Yeah, the guy that stabbed me asked him.

Can you prove you were here?

What do you mean, can I prove it? What is this?

We have reason to believe you may have been elsewhere at the time.

What?

You know Mr. Alan Rollins?

No. He's the owner of this building.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. He's the guy that knocked me down. Right outside.

Was on TV.

Wanted to get even, did you, Tom?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Somebody killed him last night.

He was bludgeoned to death by a paperweight.

Got cut by Rollins' letter opener in the process.

Wasn't me.

Your fingerprints are on the letter opener, Tom.

Bob. Yeah?

This was in the trash.

What is that?

Some papers with Rollins' letterhead on it.

Appears to be an eviction proceeding.

Even has a signature on it.

I never saw that before. What is this, some kind of frame?

You go get your coat and I'll read you your rights, Tom.

Merry Christmas, Vance. Merry Christmas.

I'm going to miss you, in a way.

You going somewhere?

Well, the offices are closed for the holidays, right?

Yeah, but that sounds like goodbye. You're coming by the house for Christmas

dinner, aren't you? Oh, Ben, I'd really love to, but me and Cicely are headed

for Vermont.

Vermont? It's a veritable winter wonderland, Ben.

Snow, Ben.

Snow sleds and snowmen and snow frolicking. And then inside for the

warmth.

Warm hot rum toddies.

Warm fireplace.

Warm.

Sicily warming me.

You're not getting my drip. How old are you?

I get it.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, baby. Merry Christmas.

Tyler, this is for you.

Oh, thank you.

Have a good trip.

You too. Okay.

You too what?

Oh, I wanted to tell you I've just been invited to spend Christmas in

Philadelphia.

Invited?

Yeah, my friends.

These are for you, and you can't open them until Christmas morning.

Well, what about your present? I'll get it when I come back.

Oh. And I'll spend New Year's Day with you. I'll even watch the Rose Bowl with

you. Okay.

Daddy, I'll call you Christmas morning.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, have a good trip. And don't worry about me. All right, Daddy. Thanks.

Bye. Bye.

Oh, Sarah.

Merry Christmas to you, Charlene. Have fun. Thanks.

Ben. Are you going to Hong Kong?

No, I'm not going anywhere.

There is a lady out here to see you. Merry Christmas.

My name is Mrs. Spellman. I represent the tenants committee for our building,

and we'd like you to represent Mr. McCabe.

Who? Mr. McCabe.

He's the gentleman in our building. Well, this time of year he plays Santa

Claus.

He was arrested for murdering our landlord?

Oh, yeah.

Well, we'd like you to represent him.

Sarah? Now, we know that you're expensive, so we're prepared to pay a

of our pension checks and Social Security until such time as the bill is

full, providing it's reasonable.

Sarah? Now, there is one thing you should know.

None of us are that crazy about him. He's not very pleasant.

In fact, sometimes he's really very unpleasant.

Sarah? But there was this one time when these young hoodlums, they were trying

to rob some of the old people, and, well, he chased them right away.

Inside, he's a good man.

But I think the police feel they have a pretty strong case against him. But he

didn't do it.

Now, there is one condition.

He must never know that we hired you.

He wouldn't accept it, so don't tell him.

Now, his full name is Thomas Bartlett McCabe.

And I guess that about covers it.

So, we're in business.

Well? On behalf of the tenants in our building, I want to thank you for taking

Mr. McCabe's case.

Well, once again...

Merry Christmas.

That's a nice dress.

Thank you.

Did you call me a while ago?

Kind of.

Oh, I was down the hall. I'm sorry.

What'd you want?

I forget.

Where are you going?

To see Santa Claus.

Mr. McCabe.

Still got on your uniform, I see.

Only warm clothes I got.

You the lawyer?

That's right.

We're gonna cop a plea.

Is that what you want?

Why not?

Well, you told the police you're innocent.

I am.

Just why does that make any difference?

Well, it might make a big difference if a person's innocent.

What do you care?

It's my job.

Well, let me see if I can get you out of here.

This time of year, this is no place for Santa Claus.

Your Honor, I respectfully request the court to take into consideration that

defendant has needed steady employment, more roots in the community, and to deny

bail.

Your Honor, I don't think it's quite fair for the prosecution to say that my

client has no steady employment.

It's not his fault that being Santa Claus is seasonal work.

Your Honor, it's bad enough that Mr. Matlock dressed his client up in this

costume. The state strongly objects to us trying to milk the sentiments of the

season. Well, the court will try to keep its sentiments in check.

Nevertheless, Mr. Matlock, this is a legal proceeding.

Of course, Your Honor.

And I will make no further reference to the fact that my clients symbolically

represent the spirit of loving generosity the world so sorely needs at

of year.

Certainly, though, the court could see its way clear to take judicial notice of

this spirit and tradition as it determines the appropriate bail.

Besides, he needs time to get his sleigh ready.

Uh -huh.

Bail is set at $10 ,000.

Now, can we have a preliminary hearing on the 21st?

No, I'm sorry, Your Honor. It's not good for me.

What about the 23rd?

Prosecution will be ready.

Mr. Matlock?

The day before Christmas Eve seems appropriate.

All right. The 23rd, 9 a .m., this department.

And defendant is cautioned not to leave the city of Atlanta.

Not even to go to the North Pole, Mr. Matlock.

Of course you are.

I suppose I should thank you.

Proudly.

May we have the next case on the calendar, please?

Well, we're still a few days behind because of that phony scaffolding, but

catching up.

What about you? How'd the eviction go?

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a public relations triumph, I can tell you that.

Triumph? Sounds to me like a complete disaster.

The headlines read, Scrooge hits Santa Claus.

Rollins tape all his calls?

Been getting threats because of that eviction.

What do you got on my client?

Motive. His fingerprints on the letter opener found on the floor. No alibi.

Guard downstairs saw him enter. Nothing much.

The guard downstairs said he saw somebody dressed as Santa Claus enter.

He was limping like your guy.

A police report said the lights were out when you got here. Is that right?

Yes.

Well, did Rollins work in the dark?

Or did the murderer turn the lights out before he left?

Oh, he dusted the light plate. No prints, if that's what you're thinking.

No. No, I just wonder why he bothered to turn them out.

Maybe he wanted to conserve energy.

Or maybe he did it so the body wouldn't be found until the next morning.

I thought we'd find you here.

Hi.

Give me a minute, Bob. Sure.

I thought the two of you were going on vacation.

Well, I talked it over with Cicely, and we decided to change our flight

reservations to Christmas Eve.

Why?

The feeling most commonly associated with Christmas.

Guilt.

You too?

Yeah, me too.

Strong motivation?

I checked the evidence in police property, and McCabe's fingerprints are

over the letter opener.

I wonder why they weren't on the paperweight that was used to bludgeon

Tom McCabe said he struggled with his attacker, and that would explain how his

prints got on the letter opener.

Well, then, how did he get back into Rollins' office?

All right, I talked to Rollins' secretary, and according to her, besides

herself, there was only...

Three other people that were in the office at the next one that had a chance

bring it back.

And that would be Paulson, Harris, and Lang.

I think it must be one of those three.

Place to start.

This is a very lovely bracelet.

The diamond and sapphires are perfectly matched in a platinum setting.

Oh, pretty.

Yes, it's one of a kind.

Oh, really?

That's too bad.

See, I need three of them.

Identical.

Oh, I see.

Well... I think I might have precisely what you're looking for. Good, thank

Three identical bracelets.

So you don't have to remember which lady got what.

Who are you?

Charlene Matlock.

Dan Paulson.

Nice to meet you.

I'm an attorney representing Mr. McCabe. Your assistant told me I could find you

in here doing some Christmas shopping.

Real bloodhound, aren't you?

I wanted to ask you where you were when Rawlins was killed.

You think I did it?

I didn't say that.

But you are executive vice president of this whole shooting match.

Now that Roland's gone, you are next in line to take over.

Believe me, I outmaneuver people to get ahead in business.

I don't murder them.

You still haven't answered my question.

Oh, yes. You want my alibi.

I was home.

Alone.

Tell you what.

Let me finish my shopping, and then we'll have dinner tonight, and you can

me out to your heart's content.

What do you say?

Let's make it lunch tomorrow, and I'll pick the place.

Perfect.

All right.

I'll call you in your office in the morning.

Bye.

Sounds to me like a disaster.

The headline's red.

Screws. It's me on the phone with Mr. Rollins.

Oh.

You were in Savannah the night of the murder. Right.

What were you doing in Savannah, Mr. Harris, if you don't mind my asking? No,

not at all.

We're building a shopping mall there, and I spend a couple of days a week on

site. It's one of the less thrilling aspects of my job.

Listen, um, this is a little creepy. Could we talk in my office?

Sure.

Where do you stay when you're in Savannah?

The corporation has an apartment near the site.

Is that where you were the night that you spoke with Mr. Rollins?

Mm -hmm.

Just a few minutes before he was killed, I understand.

Anybody see you there?

Afraid not.

I went to bed early.

Alone.

That call you were listening to came from there. You can check with the phone

company. I'll do that.

I wouldn't want you to think... Mark.

Oh. Excuse me. This is my wife, Annie.

Ben Matlock.

Mr. Matlock's defending the man who's accused of murdering Alan.

Well, what's he doing here?

Oh, well, I'll be leaving.

Nice to have met you, Miss Harris.

We'll talk.

Mr. Lang?

That's right.

It's a terrible shame what happened to Mr. Rollins.

Think so?

Well, don't you?

Well, maybe you don't. After all that bad publicity over the eviction, you

have been worried about unemployment.

You're real cute.

Anybody ever tell you that?

No, but they told me that you're one of the people that found his body.

Listen, I already gave a statement to the homicide detective.

Well, I'm not a cop.

I'm a private investigator and I'm working on behalf of Mr. McCabe. Yeah,

who's he? He's the one the cops think did it. Oh, and you're here trying to

prove he didn't? I just want to find out what is happening.

Good luck.

Excuse me.

Well, where were you that night about nine o 'clock?

I was here playing basketball.

And your buddies will back you up on that, of course.

Sure.

Now beat it.

I'll talk to you again.

I can hardly wait.

Everybody go!

Goodbye. Well,

we better go.

Okay. Thanks.

Where have you been? I spent the night in the gymnasium. That's where I've

Why don't you try spending the night at home once in a while?

Age hasn't softened you, has it?

Carl Lang ditched me.

He and his buddies locked me in a gym. Now, I could have sat there, lonely, mad

as hell at you for getting me back into this godforsaken business, but no.

Being the highly trained, resourceful operative that I am, I turned the night

into an advantage.

What'd you find out?

Lang lied.

He wasn't shooting hoops the night of the murder.

I'd found the records of the game. He wasn't there.

Where was he?

I don't know yet.

He might be our man.

Stay with him.

Tyler, I'm... I'm sorry about tonight in the gymnasium.

See, I have softened some.

Great. Merry Christmas. Same to you. Merry Christmas. I'm making the avocado.

I hope you like it.

Terrific.

Oh, that's Mr. Ferguson, up in 3A.

He turned on his water.

Um... Don't you think you're overdoing this just a bit?

It's lunch.

My choice.

Who's serving dessert, Tiny Tim?

Here we are.

I hope you like it. Great.

You know, this is very Nouvelle.

It's all they can afford.

Delicious. Oh, thank you.

Cold, isn't it?

Mrs. Spellman, would you mind turning up the heat?

What heat?

Okay, okay.

I get the point.

Can we go now?

One more stop.

Mrs. Ross's apartment upstairs, 2B.

You go ahead. The door is open.

I'll just stay and thank Mrs. Spellman.

Then can we go to lunch?

Thanks again.

Oh, anytime.

Ow!

Now what?

You don't have an... alibi for the night of the murder, Mr. Paulson.

We had to know if you'd ever been in Mr. McCabe's apartment.

I wasn't. I know.

Whoever the killer was knows where the light switch is and you don't.

God bless you. Thank you.

Some cold you got?

It's not a cold. I'm allergic to cats.

Are you satisfied?

Excuse me.

John,

I've got to go to work, old boy.

You travel a lot, I'll say that.

What do you mean?

There's no pictures.

I got nothing much I want to remember.

You know, I knew a fellow once.

He was a welder.

He goes off to Korea and gets himself all shot up. So when he comes home, he

can't get a job.

Wife runs off with another man.

You know what he does to answer his problems?

He robs a bank.

So I got a record.

So what?

What's your point, Matlock?

The point is feeling sorry for yourself will get you in trouble.

I don't feel sorry for myself.

I'll take the world as it comes.

How's that?

Nobody does anything for anyone but themselves.

See you in a little bit.

I got to tell you something, Tom, and I don't mean to disillusion you.

I'm not getting rich off your cake.

I'm your bit for society, Ben. A little charity is good for the soul.

I'll take over from here, son.

That's right, Tom. I do this every year.

I go out and find the nastiest, hatefulest, meanest person in town, and

represent him. Makes me feel good.

This year, you're in.

Merry Christmas, and I'll see you in court.

Lieutenant Brooks, I show you People's Exhibit 4, and I ask if you recognize

Yes, it has my initials. Where was it found?

On the floor of Alan Rollins' office.

Were any fingerprints found on it? Yes.

Anything else?

Yes, traces of what appeared to be dried blood.

Your Honor, for the purposes of this preliminary hearing, defense counsel has

already stipulated that the fingerprints found match those of the defendant.

And that type O bloodstains were identified by forensic to be on the

Defendant's blood type has previously been admitted to be type O as well.

Lieutenant Brooks, I show you a legal file of eviction notices marked People's

Exhibit 9 and identified as being missing from the deceased's office.

Did you find these documents?

Yes, I did.

Where? In Mr. McCabe's apartment.

Thank you.

I have no further questions of this witness, Your Honor.

Mr. Badlock?

No questions, Your Honor.

You may step down. Your Honor, I call Mr. Duke Mitchell to the stand.

Mr. Mitchell, you're the security guard in the building where Alan Rollins has

his corporate offices, is that correct?

Yes, sir, it is.

And you were on duty in the lobby the night of the murder?

Yes, sir, I was.

At approximately 8 .50 that night, did someone enter the building and go up to

Alan Rollins' offices?

Yes, sir. Was that person dressed as Santa Claus?

Yes, sir.

It's probably tough to tell one Santa Claus from another Santa Claus. Yes,

So you probably couldn't give a specific identification, could you?

No, sir, I could not.

But did you notice anything special about this particular Santa Claus?

Yes. What was that?

He limped.

Your Honor, at this time, the state requests that the court take judicial

that the defendant, Mr. Tom McCabe, walks with a conspicuous limp.

No objection, Your Honor. It's fact.

No further questions.

Cross -examine?

Mr. Mitchell, I congratulate you on your powers of observation.

Thank you, sir.

I imagine it gets pretty quiet down in that lobby after everybody goes home.

Oh, yeah.

So I imagine you pay particular attention when somebody comes in. Oh,

Enough attention to tell us which leg Santa Claus limped on. Oh, yes, it was

right leg.

Oh, kind of like this.

Oh, yes, sir, exactly like that.

This is working out real good.

Mr. McKay, would you please stand and walk across the courtroom?

Good. Now, did the man you see the night of the murder limp on the same leg as

Mr. McCabe?

Objection, Your Honor.

It's an improper demonstration.

Anyone can fake a limp. That's right, Your Honor, and someone did.

But not Mr. McCabe.

At this time, I'd like to place into evidence these medical

records, which show that in 1952, in the Korean War...

Mr. McCabe received several shrapnel wounds in his left leg and has been

disabled ever since.

Exhibit has received an evidence.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Mitchell, I ask you again.

Did the man you saw the night of the murder limp on the same leg as Mr.

No, sir, he did not.

Thank you, Mr. Mitchell, for being an honest man.

No further questions.

You may step down.

Your Honor, new evidence has just come to our attention. We beg the court's

indulgence for a recess.

Very well.

Court will reconvene at 9 a .m. tomorrow.

Mr. Lang.

You again.

Me again. And this time I brought my attorney.

Ben Medlar? Carl Lang.

May we come in?

Of course.

Man, this must cost an arm and a leg.

How many bedrooms?

Just one.

How about we skip the small talk, cut straight to the chase?

Get to the point.

Oh, okay.

Mr. Lang, whoever killed Mr. Rollins framed my client by planting the letter

opener in the office before the police arrived.

Now... The guard said that nobody else entered the building that night.

So it had to have been done the next morning. You were one of the people who

found him. You had the opportunity since you weren't playing basketball the

night of the murder.

You lied about your whereabouts.

So I lied.

Can Mrs. Harris supply you with an alibi?

He was with me.

Uh, Ms. Hess?

This is Tyler Hudson, an investigator. He saw you arrive earlier.

You'll testify that you were here with Mr. Lang the night of the murder?

Yes. Leave her out of this. How long has this relationship been going on?

I said leave her out of this.

Almost a year.

Ever since Mark started going to Savannah.

Does he know?

He knows something, I guess.

He's been questioning all my friends.

He has to know.

Does he know who?

No.

Well, I know you have a million things to do, so we'll go.

A million things to do, huh? Well, Christmas shopping.

You know, it could be Mark Harris thought Alan Rawlings was seeing his

Mr. Rollins had a reputation as a player.

He's the one who sent Mr. Harris out of town every week. Yeah, well, that's a

nice motive, but he was supposed to be in Savannah.

That's right.

He was supposed to be in Savannah.

Thinking?

Waiting.

Yes. Ed, this will just take a minute.

Sarah, would you get me Tyler at that number in Savannah?

All right.

What are you up to?

Watch.

It's ringing.

Charlene, that's your private line.

Hello?

Charlene?

Dad.

I think we got him.

Mr. Harris.

You're currently supervising the construction of a shopping center in

and you go there on Wednesday nights. Is that correct?

Yes. So you were in Savannah in the corporation's apartment the night Alan

Rollins was murdered.

Yes. In fact, you placed a call to Mr. Rollins from that apartment that night.

Yes. And you knew the call was taped because Mr. Rollins taped all his calls.

Yes, I did know that.

Your Honor, at this time, I would like the actual tape recording of that

conversation marked Defendant Exhibit G for identification.

It'll be marked.

Mr. Harris, did you place any other calls from Savannah that night? Did you

your wife?

No, I did not.

Any particular reason?

She wouldn't have been at home.

My wife is taking an extension course at Baxter University.

She attends classes Wednesday nights because that's the night I'm out of

Would Miss Ruth Bennett please stand?

You recognize that young lady?

Yes.

Isn't it true she's a fellow student of your wife's and you met with her a month

ago to discuss your wife's attendance to class?

Yes. And your wife has missed quite a few classes, true?

Yes. Actually, you learned that your wife has not attended any classes

night or any other night, true?

Objection. Calls for hearsay.

Overruled.

It's not for the truth, but what he heard.

You may answer.

Yes, that's true.

Mr. Harris, we're talking about a rather beautiful woman here.

has been lying to her husband about her whereabouts.

Isn't it true you thought she was having an affair?

No. But wasn't it your employer, Mr. Rollins, who sent you out of town to

Savannah every week?

Yes.

And wasn't Mr.

Rollins frequently out of his own office on Wednesday nights?

I wouldn't know.

And didn't Mr. Rollins have a reputation of being something of a ladies' man?

I don't know about that.

Didn't you draw the obvious conclusion that your wife was having an affair with

Alan Rollins? No, I did not.

Objection.

Relevancy. Sustained.

For what it's worth, your wife was not having an affair with Alan Rollins.

She was having an affair with Carl Lang.

Objection. Mrs. Harris's love life is completely irrelevant to the case at

I think it's motive, Your Honor. I think it's motive for a jealous husband to

commit murder on the mistaken belief that his wife was sleeping with the

Sustained.

Mr. Harris, the night of the murder, you knew Alan Rollins had to be in his

office preparing documents for a very important meeting the next day, did you

not? I suppose so. But you contend you were in Savannah the night of the murder

and that you called Alan Rollins from the corporation's apartment.

Yes.

This is a bill from that phone in Savannah.

And as you say...

A call was placed that night to Mr. Rollins in his office in Atlanta.

Made it one minute to nine, lasting almost three minutes at a cost of 74

Now, that had me stumped for a while, Mr. Harris. I couldn't figure it out.

And then I remembered call forwarding.

One of those marvelous services the phone company offers that permits

subscribers to place a call from one location.

and have it sent through another.

So I checked the bill from your private phone in your office in Atlanta, which

is just down the hall from Mr.

Rollins.

And a call was placed from that number, forwarded through the number in

Savannah, at one minute to nine, lasting almost three minutes, at a cost of 74

cents.

Your Honor, defense offers that tape.

Defendant... Exhibit G, into evidence, and ask that it be played.

Exhibit received in evidence.

Proceed.

Now, Mr. Harris, what do you hear?

What about you? How'd the eviction go?

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a public relationship. My voice, Allen's.

Anything else? Sounds to me like a complete disaster.

The headlines read... Let's listen again, a little bit louder.

a public relations triumph. What is that in the background?

Sounds to me like a disaster.

Listen to it one more time.

Louder still.

Eviction go.

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a public relations triumph.

I can tell you that.

Sounds like a clock chiming to me.

Have you heard what it sounds like to you?

Scrooge. I suppose so, yes.

Now, Mr. Harris.

Recognize this clock?

Clock's from your office, isn't it?

Yes. Isn't it true you placed that call from your office?

Isn't it true you set the phone in Savannah to forward all calls to Alan

Rollins' private line?

And after you spoke with him for a few moments, from your office in Atlanta,

forwarded through the phone in Savannah...

You walked down the hall into his office and you killed him.

No.

Well, listen to the chime.

The chime's in this clock.

Match.

The chimes on the tape.

You did place that call from your office.

You did kill Alan Rollins for having an affair with your wife.

But you killed the wrong man.

Your Honor, in light of the evidence and in the interest of justice, the people

move to dismiss.

Motion granted.

Case dismissed.

Court is adjourned.

I owe you. Not me, them. They're your friends whether you like it or not.

you.

I have a Christmas present for all of you as well.

Your building won't be torn down after all.

I'm a plan to catch them. Merry Christmas. And to you, Daddy. Merry

Me too.

Charlene, shall we dance?

Merry Christmas.

Oh, I knew you were up for something. Yes, I did. Merry Christmas, Ben. Merry

Christmas, Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

You're the best Christmas present anybody could ever hope for. Oh, yeah.