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* The carolers are singing *

* And this I know, my dear *

* Next Christmas *

-(applause)
-* Is this Christmas... *

BRADY:
Great work, everyone.

* And this Christmas *

* Is here. *

BRADY (voice-over):
Looks like we got a hit!

Sell enough tickets
to choke the MGM lion.

Ho, ho, ho.

What would you like
for Christmas, little girl?

You are my Christmas present.

(laughs)

When are you gonna unwrap me?

Wasn't that the sweetest story
you ever saw?

No more candy canes,
you had two already.

I'll get you some popcorn,
come on.

HACKETT:
Hey, boss.

Here's to Christmas miracles.

Yeah. Merry Christmas.

-That whole confession bit.
-Uh-uh.

-Was that...?
-Stahr's idea.

-But Kay's words. -Now, now,
we'll have none of that here.

To Monroe Stahr, who,
in a mad reign of terror,

fired his editor, producer,
director and--

God forgive us-- his writer,

not to mention his boozehound
leading man,

the scenery-chewing,
ingénue-screwing Mr. Frost,

and turned tragedy to a triumph.

-Hear, hear. -Cheers.
-Hear, hear.

It was Pat's baby,
start to finish.

What do you think of it, Hannah?

Um...

I don't know.

It is my first
American Christmas.

Is that really
what they are like?

-Yes. -STAHR: More or less.
-Yes, yes, yes.

Perfectly accurate.

How'd they like it?

I don't think Nathan's
ever gonna be the same.

I mean, not too long ago,
movie theaters

were something we looked for
to get out of the rain.

I'm letting them see it
again this afternoon,

just the two of them,
at the Egyptian.

It's what they wanted
for Christmas.

Hear that, Daddy?

-Paying customers.
-(grunts)

(quietly):
Excuse me.

Well, if it isn't the Jew
who invented Christmas.

I think another Jew gets credit
for that one.

BRADY:
Tell that to your disciples.

STAHR: Be happy, Pat.
Your movie works.

BRADY: They're my employees,
they have to like it.

STAHR:
But I don't.

And I'm telling you, it's a hit.

Excuse me.
Hate to interrupt. Um...

We should really go, if we're
gonna get there before dark.

Swell.
You grab all the applause,

I got to worry
about the box office.

They have got phones in Big
Bear, Pat. I'll be checking in.

But will you be dying inside,
sweating out every call

-from distribution?
-Dying, dying.

Aching, I promise.

The hell's he doing here?

STAHR:
Shall I call security, Vajna?

Take it easy, Monroe.

It's bad luck
to treat old friends like that.

STAHR:
Old friends.

And you got a hit on your hands.

Say, I hear, uh,
you got an unknown

starring in your next picture.

She seeking representation?

(scoffs)

I'd sooner put her with Hitler.

You must know that.

That's what I don't get
about you, Stahr.

You can turn even a simple chat
into high drama.

That what this is?

A simple chat?

How about you get off my lot?

I was just leaving.

(talking quietly)

-We'll see you next week.
-KAY: Have a wonderful time.

-Have a great weekend.
-HACKETT: Have fun.

-Bye-bye.
-STAHR: Congratulations.

(sighs)

What about Otis?

For our snowman.

Otis?

Get him a fine cashmere scarf,

a calabash pipe,

make him a real gentleman.

Well-read, charming,

a wise observer of humanity.

Oh, and a whiskey drinker.

Mm.

Should I be jealous?

Oh, it depends
if you got me a present.

I can't tell you.

-Not till tomorrow.
-Really?

LANG:
Mr. Stahr.

My compliments.

That was quite something.

I have never seen a film
dipped in sugar before.

Glad I cut the dancing
gingerbread number,

-you would've hated that.
-Hmm.

Is this the kind of movie
you expect me to make,

a picture book for children?

You make the film you want,
Fritz.

That's why I hired you.

Yes, but how
should I make anything

with an actress
who refuses to rehearse?

Mr. Lang...

Six weeks.

Six weeks to prepare.

And this one refuses me.

-I don't understand.
-LANG: You didn't tell him?

He wanted to rehearse
this weekend.

LANG: 24 hours
of uninterrupted rehearsals.

An acquaintance lent me
his home for the purpose.

Axel here left his family
in the middle of a trip.

But my leading actress,

who has uttered a total
of zero words on film, declined.

(exhales)

You and I had plans.

We were looking forward
to going.

Due to the insane schedule
you have put me on, Monroe,

this is the only time
I will have free

between now and the day we wrap.

I thought, perhaps,
Miss Garbo here

might make an accommodation.

(scoffs)

Monroe.

I'm sorry, darling.

He's the director.

LANG:
At last, an adult decides.

Thank you, Mr. Stahr.
Please, Axel, take her luggage.

(clears throat)

(quietly):
Is it, uh...

Just, uh...

Uh.

(exhales)

(door closes)

How could you do this?

There'll be other weekends.

It's Christmas Eve.

It's a chance
to make the movie better

and rehearse with one of
the world's greatest directors.

You have to, for your career.

My career.

Exactly.

You had no right
to speak for me.

I was speaking for the picture.

Good to know your priorities.

Kathleen, that is not fair.

This is important, you and I.

I mean, if...
if we don't matter to you...

At Christmas, in my family,

-we would never...
-What, do your job?

We would never be away
from the people we love.

Your gift.

Kathleen.

BRADY (voice-over):
Eh, forget Rochester.

That town's a toilet bowl.
What about Stamford?

Must be gangbusters in Stamford.

Goddamn matinees.

Call me with an update later.

Yeah.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

(slams phone)

(groans)

Nobody's coming out.

Not even the hayseeds.

I don't understand it.

We spent a fortune
marketing this thing.

Can I get you anything,
Mr. Brady?

Ads in all the major newspapers.

Billboards, posters,
you can't even take a piss

without Leslie Reeves
grinning back at you.

It's just the first matinee,
sir.

It'll pick up.

My sister in Evanston's
taking her family tonight.

How many kids she got?

Just my niece.

You couldn't
have been Catholic, Birdy?

(laughs softly)

Go home and be with your family,
Mr. Brady.

Yeah.

You, too.

Could I have some water?

No, sweetie, I'm sorry,
you can't.

The doctor was in
a little bit ago,

and I don't want you to worry,

they need to operate.

They think there might be
a bleed in there.

So they are gonna go in
and fix it right up.

(exhales)

Mr. Brady?

Yes, Miner. What is it?

(laughs softly)

Mr. Stahr wants a revised budget
on his desk by Monday,

so it's holiday
be damned for me.

Okay.

Well, I'm sorry to interrupt,
ma'am.

Whatcha got there?

Just, uh... some goodies.

Hmm.

Want some?

I better not,
I'm still on the clock.

Why don't you--

if Nathan and Darla
are off at the movies--

come over for dinner?

Come, come over.

To the mansion.

You had me over last time.

Well, that's not the same thing
as the Okie coming over

to Mr. Brady's on Christmas Eve.

Maybe...

maybe, if, if I didn't have
just this one suit.

It's hardly Buckingham Palace,
Max.

Let me tell you how it would go.

I'd meet you at the door.

No butler?

Night off.

I'd have a hot cider
waiting for you.

And then we'd go into the parlor
for some tree trimming.

(exhales)
Me and the boss.

No. Daddy would be on the phone.

He's always on the phone.

But my mother will love you.

She already thinks
you're very charming.

Those Brady women are clever.

We'd have a drink on the patio.

It's cold out.

Could put my jacket
over your shoulders.

Winning more points with mother.

Good.

We'd look up at the stars...

(popcorn drops)

-Max, I wasn't...
-I'm sorry, was that bad?

Well, I-I thought
we were pretending.

-I don't know, were we?
I'm sorry. -I don't know.

-I'm sorry, here you go.
-Wait, but I didn't...

-mean to... -I-I don't know,
you were coming towards me, I...

I-I'm sorry.
And I mess up.

AXEL:
Now, whose house is this, Fritz?

A nothing manager
trying to sign me.

(speaks in German)

I needed the space,
so I am allowing him to believe

I take him seriously.

Don't eat the props, Axel.

(knocking on door)

(door creaks open)

Clint.

Merry Christmas, Monroe.

Uh...
(chuckles)

Wasn't expecting you.

You saved it, pal.

"Angels on the Avenue,"
it's... it's wonderful.

Leslie was wonderful.

This is the Christmas
America dreams about.

I just wanted to say
congratulations, and thank you.

Uh...

You'll have to forgive me,
Clint.

People don't often respond
to being fired so graciously.

No, well, I wasn't gracious
that first week.

I drank up just about everything
but the L.A. River.

But then I ran
into Burt Ainsley.

Remember him?

Yeah, sure.
From the silent days.

Please. Have a seat.

Well, he took me in,

dried me out, showed me
what I was doing to myself.

Even found me an acting coach.

So, thank you.

You saved me.

I'm happy to hear that.

Well, Burt's having a party
tonight.

Real holiday shindig.

You should come.

Ah, I don't know.

Uh, there's so much
to catch up on.

Come on, it's Christmas.

See you tonight.

Oh, and, uh...

bring that pretty girl of yours.

(door opens, then closes)

So, let me understand,

you can't have dinner,

you can't have a drink,

you can't go for a walk
because you have an appointment.

-On Christmas Eve.
-Yeah.

I know it sounds...

Curious?

(sighs)

It's stupid, it's, um...

it's Mass,
it's Christmas Eve Mass.

-I only go once a year and...
-(gasps)

That is disgraceful.

At home,
we call that a "shonde."

Shameful.

What, do you take Communion?

You light a prayer candle?

No.

It's worse than that.

I sing in the choir.

-You do?
-Baritone.

I love Christmas Eve Mass.

I want to come.

-No.
-Please.

No, I'm not a performer, I...

I'm not really even a singer.

Please.

All right.

On one condition:

you tell no one what you saw.

Do you swear?

So help me God.

(organ music, children laughing)

PRIEST:
Bobby, Tommy, no running, boys.

-BOY: Yes, Father.
-That's it.

(Brady moans)

(moans loudly)

May I help you, my son?

You seem in distress.

Sorry, Father, I...

I...

Perhaps we can sit in silence.

No, no, I...

I brought a baby into the world.

Beautiful baby.

Was it great.

Pride, joy...

...anticipation.

So full of promise.

But, Father,
my baby has taken a turn.

My baby is... in crisis.

And I'm scared.

Hmm.

Stuck, waiting for news.

It might not survive
the weekend.

(sighs)

I am so sorry
for your suffering, my son.

Can I help?

I do need your help, Father.

From your whole congregation.

Well, we will pray
for the little one, of course.

Prayer may not be enough.

Prayer is always enough.

That... is a multitude
of tickets

to the new Brady-American
picture,

"Angels on the Avenue."

I need you to distribute them.

Tickets?

One per family.

If you would.

Do you believe in confession?

Well, I'm not Catholic.

I almost gave it a try once
on a trip to Italy.

But the impulse passed.

I need to say something.

I wouldn't want
to take this with me.

All right.

I haven't been completely
honest with you,

or anybody here.

Okay.

That theater I passed out in,

I wasn't just there
to watch a picture.

I don't understand.

I bring men there.

-Customers.
-Oh.

I see.

Everything else I told you
was true, I-I swear it.

I just... thought
that they'd kick me out

if they knew that part.

And I thought you wouldn't
come see me anymore.

If you want to leave,
I understand.

Nobody needs to spend
Christmas Eve...

I had an affair
with my husband's partner.

Milton, that's his name.

Handsome as the devil.

It went on for two years.

Two years.

Yeah.

I thought about it every second.

So it just kept happening.

He had one rule,

and that was no contact
of any kind.

You know, no secret notes.

Of course, no phone calls.

So you know how we communicated?

Hmm.

My husband is color-blind.

I pick out his clothes for him
every day,

and when I put him

in this one bright red tie...

...that's my signal to Milton

that I'm coming over.

I wasn't just cheating
on my husband...

...I was making him
the messenger.

(exhales)

It could've destroyed
their... business,

their friendship.

My family.

And I didn't care.

It was mine.

And I would do it again.

Do you think that anything
you did in that theater

was worse than that?

It's Christmas.

What do you say...

we forgive ourselves?

CELIA:
Mother?

-Remember these?
-Mm.

Do you have
a New Year's resolution?

A week early for that,
isn't it?

Hmm.

Well, it's a big decision,

to dedicate a year of your life
to something.

I just wondered
if you had one yet.

Oh, no, we have to use those.

These were your favorite
when you were little.

You used to call them
your "wee woodens."

And you would make up stories
and act them out,

and tell Daddy and me
not to listen.

But we always did,
because they were so good.

Oh, the romances.

The heartbreaks.

You had such an imagination
for a little girl.

We're only doing silver and gold
this year.

You know,
I do have a resolution.

I think this is the year I stop
thinking about Monroe Stahr.

-How about you?
-(door opens)

I...

-(door closes)
-think that's a wonderful plan.

What do you think?

I think I have a beautiful wife,

and a beautiful daughter,

and if I had a brain in my head,
I'd never leave this room,

ever again.

Tree's nice, too.

("Silent Night" playing)

* *

AXEL (voice-over):
In this city of strangers,

it's nice to take the time
to meet your neighbors.

Don't you think?

We should've done this ages ago.

LANG:
Stop.

You believe this man
to be a fascist spy. Ja?

And here you are, alone,
in his living room,

vulnerable, terrified.

That's a wonderful note, Fritz.

This funny, Kathleen?

Begin again.

(clears throat)

We should've done this ages ago.

No, no, no. God's sakes.

That was the most
dishonest performance

I have ever seen.

Even the way you eat is a lie.

Do it again! Eat.

No, Kathleen,
I did not believe you.

Excuse me.

Again.

Again.

-Fritz, I...
-Again.

Again.

No wonder you were afraid
to rehearse.

Again.

Again, again, again!

Is it so difficult?

You take one peanut...

and you put it in your mouth
and you chew.

And then you take another peanut

and you put it in your mouth
and you chew

-like a human being.
-Fritz, please, I...

And then, when the camera
comes to you,

people know that
you are a human being

and not an acting monkey,
and you eat again,

-and you eat slowly...
-Fritz, please...

No, you will commit to the scene

and to the character!

More like an actual actress

and less like
someone's girlfriend

who was hired on a whim!

(peanuts clattering on floor)

Again.

(indistinct conversations)

("We Wish You
a Merry Christmas" playing)

-Hey.
-Hi.

Monroe, you made it.

Yeah, I thought
I'd just stop by.

Good. Let's go find Burt.

Come on.

Excuse us, guys.

Well, speak of the devil.

-Burt, this is...
-Monroe Stahr. -Hey.

Pleasure to meet you.

This is a Christmas party.

I didn't know your people
celebrated Christmas, Monroe.

-Gee, Burt.
-No, that's all right.

That's all right, Clint.

You know, I just remembered
a script that needs reading,

but thanks for the offer.

You have a lovely home, Burt.

And merry Christmas.

-(overlapping conversations)
-(music continues)

BURT (singsongy):
Gordon, Judy.

Welcome. Lovely to see you.

Make yourselves at home.

(engine starts)

(engine stops)

(music continues in distance)

* Good King Wenceslas *

* Last looked out
on the feast of Stephen *

* When the snow lay
round about *

* Deep and crisp and even *

* Brightly shone
the moon that night *

* Though the frost was cruel *

* When a poor man
came in sight *

* Gath'ring winter fuel *

-* Hither, page, and stand
by me * -* Ooh, ooh, ooh *

-* If thou know'st it, telling *
-* Ooh, ooh, ooh *

-* Yonder peasant, who is he? *
-* Ooh, ooh, ooh *

-* Where and what his
dwelling? * -* Ooh, ooh, ooh *

* "Sire, he lives
a good league hence *

* "Underneath the mountain *

* "Right against
the forest fence *

* By Saint Agnes' fountain." *

LANG:
Repetition...

is the only way
to make things real.

Peter Lorre... "M"...

his first scene,
he's supposed to whistle

"In the Hall
of the Mountain King"...

but he couldn't do it
without making it comic.

You know how I wiped
the smile from his face?

72 takes.

In the end, whistling
was so painful for him,

he finally knew what
kind of movie he was in

and what working for me
was gonna be like.

(toilet flushes)

He was lucky to have you.

(Kathleen sighs)

(Kathleen groans)

I hope we understand
each other now, Kathleen.

Yes, Fritz.

I understand you.

What the hell is this?

Ask Nathan.

NATHAN:
I found him on the street.

-It's our Christmas dinner.
-Max.

-Is that my jacket?
-Max.

-Get over there, get over there.
-Max.

Hey.

Hey, buddy, you got to scram.
You got to get out of here.

(man shouting)

-Stop!
-(Miner grunting)

-Stop! Stop!
-(grunting)

Oh, my God.

Stop!

* Adeste *

* Fideles *

* Laeti triumphantes *

* Venite, venite... *

* In Bethlehem... *

* Natum *

* Videte *

* Regem *

* Angelorum *

* Venite *

* Adoremus *

* Venite *

* Adoremus *

* Venite *

* Adoremus *

* Dominum. *

Hey, you got a pay phone?

In back.

Can I pour you anything?

-Club soda.
-Got it.

And another round
for the loving couple, on me.

Hey, merry Christmas, friend.

Merry Christmas.

(coins clatter, bell dings)

-(clears throat)
-WOMAN: Operator.

Long distance, please.

Oh, Mr. Brady,

I've got a Mr. Perry
on the phone from...

Chicago. Right.

David, what's the good word?

I see.

I see.

Thanks.

Sure. Sure,
it could turn around.

Yes, merry Christmas
to you, too.

(pay phone rings)

Yes?

OPERATOR (over phone):
I'll connect you now.

All right.

MRS. STERNBERG (over phone):
Milton?

Hi, Ma.

MRS. STERNBERG:
Is something wrong?

No, no, I just wanted
to say hello

and, uh, merry Christmas.

(chuckles)

MRS. STERNBERG:
Merry...?

It's 1:00 in the morning here.

I know, I know, I'm sorry.

Um, I realized I hadn't asked
you about your hip in a while.

You-you said you were having
a hard time walking.

That was five months ago,
darling.

Last time you called.

I guess you're right.

Is it any better?

(clears throat)

No, I've just learned
not to mind it.

How's work?

Ah, work's fine.

How's everything else?

Are you seeing anyone?

I am, actually.

A very nice girl.

Before you ask...

before you ask
what you're about to ask,

no, she isn't,
but she can cook.

Hmm, wonderful.

I hope you enjoy a lifetime of
ham sandwiches with mayonnaise.

(laughs)

I think you'd like her.

What does she call you?

What, Ma?

This... this girl,
does she call you Milton?

Or that other name?

She calls me Monroe
like everyone else out here.

Then I'm not so sure
I'd like her.

Darling, it's late.

Yeah, I'm sorry to wake you.

Good night, Milton.

Yeah, night, Ma.

On second thought...
I'll take an Irish whiskey.

BARTENDER:
Sure thing.

It's dying... everywhere.

They're staying away in droves,
even in the Midwest.

It's over.

We needed this to be a hit.

The mortgage, the house...

Mayer, Christ.

It had to be a hit.
It had to be.

Now... it's failing.

I failed.

Pat.

(crying): I'm afraid I'm gonna
drag you down with me.

Jesus.

Pat.

My mother warned me about you.

She did?

Yup.

She said you were a bad bet...

because you were so sure
of yourself.

"A man like that

"will never need you

as much as he needs success."

But you didn't listen.

Course not.

I loved you.

And I believed you'd give me
attractive children.

I do need you.

My Rose.

Well, let me tell you something.

Pat Brady's a king.

Pat Brady is a giant...

bigger than any one picture.

He owns all this...

...and I still love him.

Even crying like a baby?

Especially crying like a baby.

(Brady sighs)

I don't deserve you.

BARTENDER (voice-over):
Last call.

STAHR:
Last call?

Well, I'm trying to leave early.

Christmas and all.

Oh, yeah, of course. Sorry.

(Stahr clears throat)

Meeting up with my girl,

then we go with her family
to their place for the day.

You?

I don't go in much
for Christmas. Keep it.

Oh. Thanks.

Why not?

Jewish.

Hmm. Well, what do Jewish folks
do for Christmas then?

Ah, hide mostly.

Growing up, I used to go
to the Yiddish theater

with my uncle and father.

But not anymore?

-Mm.
-Why not?

I don't know.

Guess I'm not all that
Jewish anymore.

Well, then what are you?

I make pictures.

Oh.

Didn't know that was a religion.

(chuckles)
It must be.

Everyone in it
is constantly praying.

Hey, you ever go?

To the pictures?

Can't say that I do.

Why not?

Y'all ain't really
making them for me.

What do you think
they'd look like if we did?

A bit more colorful, I suppose.

Oh.

I really got to be closing up.

You got somewhere to go?

Merry Christmas.

(cello playing)

* *

HACKETT:
Hannah. (clears throat)

Hannah.

Hannah!

(Hackett sighs)

Can you just stop for a second?

It was stupid
going to that church.

It was a mistake.

Why?

I knew all of it.

The sounds, the smell,

the lights from the candles

and that song.

So familiar, like home...

...except the faces.

And I can't...

That's all gone.

I came to this country
when I was four.

We didn't know a soul.

No one knew us.

No one cared to know
four more wops

who couldn't speak
a lick of English.

After work, my dad and I

would wander through Manhattan,
up and down.

And then one night
we hear this laughter

coming from the theater--
it was a puppet show.

So we go in, we sit down,
and I'm on his lap.

And everyone around us
is howling,

and I look up at my father,
and he's crying.

And he's crying...

because he had no idea

what all these people
were laughing at.

These strangers.

He was miserable.

But we went back
the next night...

and the next.

And he started to understand.

And after a while, so did I--
I started to get the jokes,

and these people started to feel
a little less like strangers.

Go ahead, keep playing.

I'll shut up.

* *

* *

-Daddy, you can't clump it all
in one spot like that. -Well...

It makes the tree
look lopsided.

Why don't I just
watch you do it.

You take such pleasure in it.

-Try again.
-She'll give you notes.

(door closes)

(Brady chuckles)

ANNIE MAE:
You all have a visitor.

Merry Christmas.

Uh, I'm empty-handed, sorry.

Well, merry Christmas anyway.

I hope you're crashing
our party

to bring me some news
about the box office.

I wish I could say so.

The evening numbers
any better?

If we're gonna talk
about that,

I'm gonna need a real drink.

(phone ringing)

Uh, I'll get it, Annie Mae.

STAHR (chuckles):
It's, uh...

it's been a long night.

I don't know what
I'm doing here.

I don't either.

This is our family Christmas.

Of course it is.

-(running footsteps)
-CELIA: Mother, it's Darla.

Max is in the hospital.

You guys don't like candy,
do you?

So what happened?

It's so stupid,
I don't want to say.

Nathan and me were
walking home from the movie,

and we saw this hobo
lying in the street.

And Nathan asked,
"What if we brought him in?

"Like in the picture?

Give him food and stuff?"

And so we did.

Brought him home, fed him,

like in the movie.

Let him sleep in Max's bed.

Then Max came home

and asked the guy to leave.

The guy beat him up
pretty bad.

(Stahr sighs)

You know, movies are stories.

Right?

They're not real life.

They're better than real life.

CELIA:
Darla, Nathan.

He's awake.

And he wants to see you two.

Nathan.

* Silent night *

* Holy night *

* All is calm *

* And all is bright *

* Round yon virgin *

STAHR:
Rose?

* Mother and child *

Is she okay?

* Holy infant *

You need some company?

* So tender and mild *

* Full of *

* Heavenly joy *

* Full of *

* Heavenly *

* Joy. *

VAJNA: This is what
you've reduced me to.

Lending my house
to a pretentious Kraut,

and then breaking into it,

just to see you.

I guess between your new job

and your new boyfriend,

you're never gonna
be alone anymore.

(whispering):
Rupert, they'll hear you.

You can drop the accent, Jane.
It's me.

I thought we weren't gonna use
that name anymore.

What is wrong with you?

They're right down the hall.

VAJNA: I don't like chasing you,
it's demeaning.

And we're partners, right?

Things have gotten...
complicated.

Complicated? How?

Monroe.

Then they're not complicated
at all.

We fell in love.

Uh-uh.
Monroe doesn't love you,

he doesn't even know you.

He's in love with a character
you're playing,

the reminder of his dead wife.

That's why this worked,
you're a good actress.

If he loved you,

you wouldn't be here on
Christmas doing circus tricks

for a pig like Lang.

Remember that girl
who got off the bus

from Wisconsin,

and I took her in.

Taught her an accent,

turned her into someone
Monroe would notice.

And then he did.

That's called management.

But management isn't free.

You can't simply
walk away from it

just because you've become
the First Lady of Malibu.

-I just wanted to work.
-And you're working.

Like I promised.

-It's all happening.
-Shh.

Everything you told me
you wanted.

-Everything we dreamed of.
-(Kathleen sighs)

And more.

Of course, if this is all
too much for you,

we can just go, right now.

I'll put you on the next bus
back to Oshkosh.

-Egg Harbor.
-Same difference.

Is that what you want?

(quietly):
No.

Then say it.

It's not what I want.

Say it again.

-It's not what I want.
-Good.

'Cause we got plans.

(waves crashing in distance)

* *

(laughs quietly)

("Winter Wonderland" plays)

* Sleigh bells ring,
are you listening... *

Brady here.

Yeah. Merry...
happy what-have-you.

Give it to me straight.

* We're happy tonight *

* Walking
in a winter wonderland *

Christ.

That's terrific.

Everywhere?

Great. Great.

No. I had a feeling.

An overnight sensation, huh?

Just like "The Devil to Pay!"
back in '30.

Yeah. Listen, thanks.

Thanks again.

Good news, Mr. Brady?

* Then pretend
he is Parson Brown *

They came. Last night.

And today, on Christmas Day,
a little miracle.

People told other people,
it's snowballing everywhere.

"Word of mouth."
How about that?

Hey!

I just ruined
Louis Mayer's day!

* The plans that we've made *

* Walking
in a winter wonderland *

* *

Seen worse.

* *

Are you guys statues?

Come on.

Grab that broom.

("Winter Wonderland" continues)

(music fades)

Monroe.

I'm back.

Wh...

(kisses)

I was so stupid
to send you away.

(sighs)

I don't want to be away
from you again.

Not even for a second.

KATHLEEN:
Um...

I have something
I need to tell you.

Sure.

What is it?

Um...

Oh...

It's been a long night.

I'm tired.

I'll tell you later.

Marry me.

It's what I want.

-What?
-It's what I want for Christmas.

I don't like who I am
when you're not around.

Marry me.

Yes?

("Winter Wonderland"
resumes playing)

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

* Later on *

* We'll conspire *

* As we dream by the fire *

* To face unafraid *

* The plans that we've made *

* Walking in
a winter wonderland.*