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♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas And a happy New Year ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year ♪

♪ Good tidings to you Wherever you are ♪

♪ Good tidings for Christmas And a happy New Year ♪

♪ Oh, bring us a figgy pudding Oh, bring us a figgy pudding ♪

♪ Oh, bring us a figgy pudding Now, get some right here ♪

♪ We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some ♪

♪ We won't go until we get some So bring some right here ♪

Merry Christmas, everybody.

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you A Merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy New Year ♪

Okay.

Now, I want you to go find Peter.

And don't spill anything on this, all right?

Look at you. Marry Christmas.

Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Peter.

When are you gonna open the restaurant, Peter?

I haven't settled on a location yet.

Peter. Level with me, sport.

Uh, does Maggie give you an allowance or what?

Why don't you have another drink?

I don't think you've had nearly enough.

Peter.

What is it?

Could I please have some eggnog?

Did Mommy say it was okay?

Yes.

One eggnog, no alcohol.

Ho, ho, ho.

Hi, Dr. Lord.

Now, have you been a good little girl?

I think so.

Yeah, you haven't done anything bad?

Well... LORD: Oh.

What have you done, Wendy?

Nothing.

Uh, we don't believe you.

Oh, leave her alone.

You'd better tell. Or I'll tell Maggie.

Oh, no. Don't, please.

Stop it, Jim.

What is it, Wendy?

Promise you won't tell?

Ah. Mwah. Santa's honor.

My daddy's coming.

He's coming here?

Mm-hm. To bring me my Christmas present.

But Maggie said that he couldn't come to this house.

He's gonna make believe he's Santa Claus and sneak in,

and nobody will know it's him but me.

Yes, I see. He'll blend right in.

He'll be here at 10:00 in my room.

It's almost 9:40 now.

Peter. There's someone I'd like you to meet.

Wendy, I think you should go to your room.

Yeah, that's an excellent idea.

Uh, Maggie, you'll never guess what Wendy told me.

Dr. Lord... She said that she didn't believe

that I was Santa Claus. Ha.

Run along. It's getting late.

Coming, Peter? Yes, of course.

Christmas is really for kids. Don't you think, Santa?

It sure isn't for me.

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way ♪

♪ Bells on bobtails ring Making spirits bright ♪

♪ What fun it is to ride and sing ♪

♪ A sleighing song tonight ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh... ♪

Daddy Claus. Daddy!

Hi, baby. Daddy.

Oh. Come here.

I missed you.

Oh, I missed you too.

Look what I got.

Oh, gosh. I'm so excited.

Ta-da.

What is it?

What is it? It's a present, silly.

Come on, open it up.

Well, it's not Christmas yet.

Oh. Well...

You see, this is our Christmas now, honey, okay?

Come on, come on, come on.

Yeah.

Get that ribbon out. Ha.

Oh, she's so beautiful.

Do you love her? I mean, do you really love her?

I love her, Daddy. Oh, good.

Her name is Emily Amelia.

Emily Amelia?

Merry Christmas, honey.

Merry Christmas. And thank you, Daddy.

Oh, I love you.

I've got your present.

I had to hide it. Oh, okay.

Now, you sit right there, Emily Amelia.

I had help wrapping it.

Merry Christmas, Daddy.

Thank you, baby.

Help me open it.

It's you, Daddy.

It's beautiful.

I love you.

I love you too.

I have to go now. Oh, thank you.

I have to go.

I've got a court order against you.

For God's sakes, Maggie.

The restraining order says

you shall not come within 500 feet of my home

until visitation, which doesn't start until next week.

Maggie, please. No!

You are also disturbing the peace,

which is what I'm going to tell the police.

Maggie, I was trying to give her her Christmas present.

It's one minute past 10, Brian.

The local 911 number takes approximately three minutes

to reply, which is exactly how long you have

to vacate the premises.

And as for you, young lady,

you'd better stay right here till I get back!

Oh, honey.

I didn't tell her, Daddy. I know, I know.

It's okay. I didn't tell.

I know you didn't.

Everything's gonna be okay, all right?

I promise you.

Police emergency.

This is Dr. Maggie Crowley at 135 Elmview.

I have an intruder on the premises.

Could you send someone over right away, please?

Brian, what are you doing?

Put that down. What are you doing?

He's gonna kill me!

Dr. Crowley? Hello, doctor?

♪ Hark! the herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn king ♪

♪ Peace on earth and mercy mild..." ♪

Maggie, she's very upset.

For her sake... Maggie?

♪ Joyful all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies ♪

♪ With angelic Host proclaim ♪

♪ "Christ is born In Bethlehem" ♪

Brian.

♪ Hark! the herald angels sing ♪

♪ Glory to the newborn king ♪

Look, Mr. Matlock, I didn't do it.

I didn't kill Maggie.

Well, I... I guess you know about the evidence.

And why did you sneak in the house that way anyhow?

Because it was the only way I could get to see Wendy.

She wouldn't... She wouldn't even let you see

your own daughter at Christmastime?

That's Maggie.

Excuse me. Uh...

w-why did you marry this woman?

I was in love with her.

She was bright and beautiful...

and so determined to become a doctor.

So I put aside my postgraduate studies,

used the rest of my trust fund,

and I put her through medical school.

Heh.

By the time I realized what Maggie was all about,

Wendy was born, most of my money was gone.

She was sleeping with a doctor

who had a plastic surgery clinic

she wanted to join.

And then she filed for divorce.

You did fight for custody.

For all the good it did me.

And she even got a court order against me...

said I was harassing her,

when all I was trying to do was to see my own daughter.

Mr. Matlock... I don't have much money.

Well...

I don't always take cases for money.

And it is almost Christmas.

Your Honor, the defendant has

no strong ties to the community,

no permanent employment, no family,

except for a small daughter whom he could easily take,

should he choose to flee this jurisdiction.

The people believe that is a real possibility,

and recommend that bail be denied.

Your Honor, there are special circumstances here.

The defendant is the father and now sole support

of a minor female child.

He will not flee the community.

He will remain to take care of his daughter

if the court allows him.

I beg you not to compound the emotional damage

this child has already suffered and sentence her

to spend Christmas in some dreary institution.

Bail is set at $250,000.

Your Honor, that's excessive. My client can't afford that.

Mr. Matlock, my ruling stands.

Your Honor, may I approach the bench?

Mr. Matlock?

This wouldn't have anything to do with my appeal

of Georgia v. Williams last year, would it?

Are you accusing me of prejudice, counselor?

Oh, no. Ever since His Honor was reversed in that case,

he hasn't said a civil word to me.

If you don't retract that immediately, I warn you,

I'm instituting proceed...

Your Honor, I'm sure what counsel meant to say...

What I meant to say is if you can't find it in your heart

at this time of year to let that little girl be with her father

instead of some institution, then you really are

what the boys in the old South used to say...

And unless your manners improve,

I'm gonna cite you for contempt.

You got that?

What's the matter with him?

What's wrong?

Um... everything's all right.

We'll work out something.

Daddy?

Sweetheart... your daddy can't be here...

right now.

My name is Ben.

I used to have a little girl just like you.

I want my daddy.

I want my daddy.

My daddy.

I know.

What are you doing?

Can't sleep.

You want some milk?

No. But if you read to me, I'll fall asleep.

Okay.

I don't have any real bedtime story.

Well, here's a... Trader Ed catalog.

Doesn't matter what it is.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, Trader Ed. Trader Ed, Trader Ed, Trader Ed.

There's different stuff, you see. Yeah.

Here's a traveler's raincoat special.

They've got a special on rain gear this quarter.

This raincoat is 100 percent polyurethane, detachable hood.

Comes in five colors: blue, brown, green, yellow and red.

One size fits all.

Only $50.50 plus tax, shipping and handling charges.

Wait a minute.

They don't guarantee you'll get the color you order,

so you have to give 'em a second choice. Hm.

I don't like that. What do you think?

Okay.

There's a...

wheelbarrow you put together yourself. What?

I've never been able to handle that...

Trader Ed, oh, kind of stuff.

Now, here's something.

What are you doing?

I'm making you breakfast. Hm.

What do you usually have for breakfast?

Cereal.

There's your cereal. Mm.

Mm. Sleep all right?

Yes, thank you. Did you?

Um... eventually.

Is my daddy coming for me today?

I'm... I'm afraid not.

When is he coming?

Uh, well, uh... we're not... sure yet.

Where are they keeping him?

Ahem. Wendy... um... do you, um, understand

what happened to your mother?

Yes.

Well, the police think your daddy might've done that.

Oh, no, he wouldn't.

Oh, I-I know he wouldn't. I know he wouldn't,

but I have to show...

other people that he didn't,

so they'll let him go.

That's my job.

You understand?

Yes.

Good.

Uh, Ben? Uh, in here, Cassie.

You wanted to see me? Ah, yeah.

Wendy, this is Cassie.

She's gonna look after you while I go to work.

I wanna go with you.

No. Cassie'll bring you down to the office later.

Okay, now turn it nice and slowly,

and listen for the click.

Hi.

What's going on? Um... Where's Cassie?

Cassie had to go file some papers

down at the county clerk's office.

I told her I'd keep the kid amused till she got back.

You keep the kid amused by teaching her to pick locks?

Ben, that, uh, file cabinet hasn't been locked

since I've known you.

No. I don't have a key.

I locked it.

Oh, good.

Hm. So I was trying to open it.

And I'm gonna help.

Oh, good.

Oh.

Hey. Hi, everybody.

Oh. How you doing, Wendy?

You must be Michelle.

Ha-ha. Oh, isn't she sweet.

What did they say down at the police station?

Uh, come on... Come in here.

There.

Nice and slow.

Here's a copy of the tape Lieutenant Daniels gave me.

Margaret Crowley...

got a threatening phone call

on her answering machine the afternoon of her party.

Listen to this.

This is Dr. Crowley.

Leave your name and number or call back.

Tonight's the night you get what you've been asking for.

Does that sound like our client? Not at all.

Do you suppose there's any connection

between Brian being there that night and the murder?

There sure could be.

We did it! We did it!

The cabinet's open!

Oh, good. Good. Sweetheart, sit down here.

I want to ask you a couple of questions.

Um, did you tell anybody

your father was coming to the party?

Who?

Santa Claus.

Which one?

It's very important.

I told Peter.

There were two other Santas with him.

Do you know who they were?

One was Dr. Lord.

But I can't remember who the other one was.

Is that bad for my daddy?

Don't worry, sweetheart. We're gonna find him.

In fact, we're gonna start right now.

Yeah.

Let's go over to the Crowley house and look around.

And what about me?

Ah, Wendy, Michelle is gonna stay with you

for awhile, okay? Just till Cassie gets back.

Is that okay with you?

'Course it is.

Yeah, we're gonna have a really good time.

No, no. Get off my leg!

Get off! Get! Get off!

Get... Get off!

G-get... Get off my leg!

My... Leg!

Dog.

Me too.

I found it in her desk:

a list of all the guests at the party.

Oh, good. Thank you, Mr. Bono.

Heh.

That dog doesn't like me.

Pl... Don't take it personally. He's that way around everybody.

I understand there was a... A threatening phone call

to Maggie the day of the murder.

Yes. There'd been a series of them

over the last two months.

We notified the phone company and then the police.

I-I heard him once myself on the extension.

He sounded very odd, but, uh, I-I didn't recognize the voice.

You have no idea who was making them?

None whatever.

Well, that's something we'll have to try to find out.

Ah. You and Maggie were gonna

open a restaurant, I hear.

Oh, quite right, Mr. Matlock.

I studied haute cuisine in, uh, Zurich.

Oh. You were gonna be the cook.

Little bit more than that.

Ah. Well, what was, uh, Maggie's part gonna be?

She was gonna supply the money.

Oh?

Why not? It was a good investment.

Well...

Um. Ahem. Wendy said that, uh, she told you

that her father was coming here to see her that night.

That's right.

And Wendy said that when she told you,

you were standing with, uh, Dr. Lord

and, uh, some other man that she didn't know.

I... I-I don't know who he was.

Oh. Oh, that's...

something else we have to try to find out.

You ready, Tyler?

Yeah, we're all done here.

Thanks for the information.

You know, maybe that third Santa wasn't on the guest list at all.

Maybe he crashed the party.

Just snuck in, like our client.

I'm gonna check with the valet parking service.

Sometimes they write the license plate numbers on the tickets.

And we can check that, the owners' names,

against the guest list.

So anyone that was parked there that night

that's not on that guest list could be our third Santa.

Oh. Get in the car. Get in the car.

Yes, Peter's right.

There was another fellow there with us,

but I don't know who he was.

Mm. Well, that's too bad.

Who did your nose? Brockmeister?

No, I was born with it.

What about your eyes?

I recognize Stanley's work.

No, they're my eyes, Dr. Lord.

Now, I'd really like to hear about your relationship

with Maggie Crowley.

Oh. She was my partner.

I heard you were very close at one time.

Now, Maggie could be very seductive.

I heard it cost you your marriage.

My marriage was already over.

How did you feel when she took up with Peter Bono?

Miss Thomas,

Maggie was the powerhouse of this operation.

With her gone, our business is bound to decline,

so why would I want her dead?

You didn't answer my question.

How did you feel when she took up with another man?

The truth? I was furious.

But why would I kill the person who was making me rich?

Oh, I can make a case for it, Dr. Lord.

Maggie apparently had the habit of getting rid of people

who were no longer of any use to her.

Maybe she was planning to get rid of you.

With her out of the way, why, you'd be boss,

and half a loaf is better than none.

Good afternoon.

Are you Phillip Tracy?

Yeah.

Do you drive a blue Pontiac, license plate number MSO874?

Yeah. So what?

Did you attend a costume party at Dr. Maggie Crowley's?

I don't know anybody by that name.

Hm. You know, the Sunrise Valet Parking people

parked that car at Dr. Maggie Crowley's house

on the night of her Santa Claus party.

You were there.

I told you, I never heard of her.

That's odd... because her home phone number

shows up six times on your last month's phone bill.

You get out of here, or I'll call the cops.

Good idea. Anonymous telephone threats are against the law.

And I would like to see how you handle it.

Are you threatening me?

No, I'm just pointing out to you

the advantages of cooperating with me.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

I was there.

Just let me lock up.

I'll tell you what you want to know.

Fine.

Hi.

Hi. Want a hot dog? No.

Doughnut? No.

Peanut brittle? No, thank you.

Licorice? No.

Cup of coffee? Black.

Black coffee. Please.

So, how's your new roommate?

Oh, she's fine.

They've got her down at the office.

I can't get over Judge Franklin

talking like that. You'd think he would have forgotten

Georgia v. Hilton by now.

Mm-mm. I don't think that's it.

I think his children are spending Christmas

with his ex-wife in Miami.

That would do it.

Why don't you invite him to your office Christmas party?

Sort of a gesture of goodwill.

He used up all my goodwill.

Oh, come on, Scrooge. Where's your Christmas spirit?

What if he accepts?

Well, it was merely a suggestion.

Mm.

I've got to run. Thanks for the coffee.

Well...

Well, he'd frown all over my office.

Don't hurt me. I'm sorry, really.

You've got to believe me. I've been... I wasn't myself.

I've been under a lot of emotional stress lately.

Yeah? So tell me about it, pal.

It was my wife.

She walked out on me after seven years.

I loved her, and she left me.

What the hell has this got to do with Maggie Crowley?

Maggie Crowley was a plastic surgeon.

Supposed to be the best in Atlanta.

Miriam wanted the best.

Maggie Crowley operated on my wife,

a complete facial reconstruction.

Here, look at this.

That's how she looked before.

Maggie Crowley ruined her forever, the butcher.

Oh, that bad, huh?

It was a disaster.

My marriage is over.

My life is over.

What am I gonna do?

Hey, hey. Hey.

You know, sometimes... Sometimes it helps

when you talk these things over with somebody, you know?

Come in.

Ah. You got a minute, Your Honor?

What for?

Well... Well, I... I just wanted to

wish you a Merry Christmas,

and see how you're feeling.

Why?

You're not exactly brimming over with Christmas spirit,

are you, Elliot?

Why should I be?

We're having a little Christmas party at the office,

and I wanted to invite you.

I'll ignore this attempt

to influence the outcome of a trial.

Now, would you please leave? I have work to do.

I'm not trying to influence anything.

I know your children aren't coming to visit this Christmas

and I know you're disappointed.

Didn't you hear me, Matlock?

I said I'm busy.

I guess I was just so full of Christmas spirit myself,

it got away from me. How about Happy Bah Humbug?

Merry Christmas.

So you made those calls to Maggie Crowley

because of what she did to your wife.

Oh, yeah.

I went to the party that night to have it out with her.

I was so crazy, I might've killed her myself,

but somebody beat me to it.

I saw the guy.

You saw who did it?

I came up the back stairs. So I took a peek

down the hallway to make sure it was empty.

I saw somebody coming out of Maggie's bedroom,

so I ducked into a room, and I got a look at him as he went by.

Did you recognize him?

Looked like everybody else. Like Santa Claus.

Well, did this Santa Claus have any distinctive features?

What's the difference? They arrested the guy, didn't they?

Maybe they arrested the wrong man.

Look, I don't know anything about that,

and I don't want to either.

Leave me out of it, okay?

I got my own problem.

Hey, listen. Phil.

I got a client who's gonna spend Christmas in jail,

and if I don't find the real killer,

he may not get to spend another Christmas at all.

And there's more.

There's a kid involved.

A little brown-eyed, blond-haired

hyperactive little girl who absolutely adores her daddy.

So you see, it does matter.

I didn't see anything, and I don't know anything.

Is that clear enough for you?

Oh, it's clear.

It's clear that you know something,

but you're saying nothing.

Don't put words in my mouth.

So leave me out of it, okay?

Sure. But I'll see you around, Phil.

It's vital that I contact Mrs. Tracy.

Now, you must have the current address.

Patient's records are confidential.

And as I'm sure you're aware,

they cannot be subpoenaed by an attorney.

But you can be. And Ben Matlock is just the guy

to open you up on the stand.

Why would he want to do that to me?

To prove reasonable doubt.

You see, our investigation has shown that Maggie Crowley

contacted a real estate broker about a new office for herself,

which means she really was gonna dump you.

You had motive.

You were dressed as a Santa Claus at that party.

You heard Wendy say her daddy would be there.

Your family life and your professional life

had been decimated by Maggie Crowley.

Ben Matlock's going to wonder why you will not cooperate

in an investigation into her murder.

You can't threaten me.

Boy, I love your spirit.

Are you gonna be here for the rest of the afternoon?

Because I'm sure we're gonna have to subpoena you,

and I just want to make sure

where to send the process server.

Wait.

Well, thank you, doctor. I appreciate your cooperation.

Don't mention it.

Mr. Hudson...

wouldn't you like to see what she looks like now?

Well, since I'm here, why not?

Maggie Crowley did this to her?

What the hell do you want?

I thought you were supposed to say Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Now, go away.

Uh, uh, uh. I brought you a present.

Why did you come here?

He said you still love me.

But you left me.

You sent me away.

I thought you didn't want me anymore.

I thought you didn't want me anymore.

You're so beautiful.

You could have any man in the world.

You're the man I want.

Well, Phil. Looks like you and your lovely wife

are gonna have a Merry Christmas after all.

We owe you a lot.

Oh, exactly. And a little more information

about Santa Claus is what I want underneath my tree.

Toto. Toto, heel. No, no. Get off.

Get off, get off. Toto, heel. Heel.

Good boy.

How did you get in here?

The butler let me in.

Is this a new development?

Yeah. I have an eyewitness.

Oh?

Yeah.

The guy was hiding back here behind the door,

and he saw the real killer leave the room

just before Brian went in.

The killer walked right by.

He got a good look at him.

But everyone was dressed as Santa.

How can your eyewitness get a positive identification?

It was a dimly-lit hallway in the middle of the night

at a party where at least 20 people

were dressed in Santa suits. Uh, really.

It's kind of thin.

Mm, very.

You... You mind if I go in the bedroom?

Go ahead.

Let's see.

Let's see.

He went in here.

Now, this is where Dr. Crowley was found.

Yes.

Oh.

You know, he... He came in, um, right here.

And then... And then, down.

Yeah.

Why do I get the feeling that you think I killed Maggie?

Oh, heh-heh. Must be a guilty conscience.

Down. No. Hey, Toto. Toto. Toto. Toto, heel.

Toto, heel.

Sorry about that.

I'll see you in court.

All right. Mr. Bono...

when Maggie Crowley... placed that call...

to the emergency number...

both the call and the time it was received were recorded.

The time was four minutes past 10.

And that's when she was killed.

Sir, where were you at that time?

In the living room.

Can anyone substantiate that you were there?

Probably not.

All the guests were dressed as Santa Claus,

and, uh, beards and wigs,

and, heh, couldn't tell who was standing next to whom.

I see. Uh...

I'm gonna hand you a copy of a letter.

We'll make this letter Defense Exhibit G.

Do you recognize it?

Yes. It's the letter from Clark and Lyons.

What's it say?

It acknowledges Maggie's instructions

to stop all work on Pietro.

Uh, and w-what's Pietro?

It's the name of the restaurant that we were gonna open.

"We?"

Maggie and I.

But this letter from the architects

is addressed only to her.

Yes. Why?

Hm, her name was on the papers.

Well, why is that?

It was her money.

Objection. Relevancy.

Your Honor, if the court would just bear with me,

the relevancy of this line of questioning

will become apparent.

Are you asking this court

to take your word for it, Mr. Matlock?

Yeah.

Just for a few more questions.

A few? Few.

All right. Proceed. Thank you.

Now, Mr. Bono...

you knew that Maggie Crowley had decided to cancel

her contract with the architects

and terminate the restaurant project, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Well, you want to tell us about that?

There's nothing to tell.

She, uh... She changed her mind, that's all.

No reason?

No.

Hm.

Well, ahem. H-how did you feel about that?

Upset or angry?

Disappointed. Mm.

Did her decision not to go ahead with the restaurant

change your relationship with Dr. Crowley?

Your Honor, I fail to see where this is going.

Straight to the truth, Your Honor.

All right. Okay.

But soon.

Soon. Soon.

Uh, you own a...

You own a little dog named, uh, Toto, don't you?

Yes, I do.

And it's a cockapoo?

That's right, he is.

A little bitty dog, right?

Not what you'd call guard dog type?

Oh, not in the sense that he could harm an attacker,

but, uh, he's pretty excitable, not bad at sounding an alarm.

Ha-ha. Barks at everything and everybody, doesn't he?

That's right.

Except... what about you and Maggie?

Oh, no, no, no. He never... He never barked at us.

Now, the night of the murder, the dog was upstairs, wasn't he?

Yes. We put him in our bedroom.

In the same room where Maggie Crowley

was later murdered, right?

Yes.

Okay.

Now, I want you to listen

to this police emergency tape again.

You want to replay that tape?

Yes.

Your Honor, I do.

Yep.

Police emergency.

This is Dr. Maggie Crowley at 135 Elmview.

I have an intruder on the premises.

Could you send someone over right away, please?

Brian, what are you doing?

Put that down. What are you doing?

He's gonna kill me!

Dr. Crowley?

Now...

do you notice anything peculiar about this tape?

No.

Where's Toto?

We don't hear Toto barking his head off like he always does.

Why isn't he barking?

I wouldn't know.

You've told us the dog was in the room,

and you've told us that he barks at everybody

but you and Maggie Crowley.

Why didn't he bark at the person

who killed her, Mr. Bono?

I'll tell you what I think.

I think that Maggie Crowley, just for an instant,

thought it was Brian Emerson,

the defendant, who entered the room.

She expected him.

He was wearing the costume.

She made a mistake. She assumed it was him.

But the dog knew better.

The dog never made a sound. He never opened his mouth.

No barking...

because there were no strangers in the room.

Only two people that he knew so well:

his mistress...

and the person who killed her, his master.

You.

Your Honor, under the circumstances,

the people see fit to move for a dismissal.

Very well.

Case is dismissed.

This court is adjourned.

Ah. Thank you. And thank you.

W-we're having a little Christmas party at the office.

I didn't want to invite you till I knew you could come.

I'll be there.

Thanks.

Thanks. Where's Wendy?

Daddy. Daddy.

Come here, honey.

Daddy. Come here.

Come here.

Oh.

Daddy, is it okay?

Oh, it's fine, baby.

It's gonna to be even better from now on, huh?

I, uh... I don't have a lot of use for this.

I thought you might like it for your party.

Oh, ho, ho. Well, judge.

You know what they say.

You can't have too many Christmas trees.

Have some eggnog. Thank you.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

And to all a good night.

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