All language subtitles for Stealing Christmas_(2003)_1080p_webrip_x264_rarbg_2_English

- Oh, Jack,
À you're a lifesaver.
- Let's get to work.

- What would you do
À without me, Jack?
- Keep twice as much for myself.

Then why aren't
you working solo?

It kills you,
doesn't it?

Just how much
you need me, Jack Clayton.

The Lone Ranger
of Cellblock C, that's
what we called you.

It was almost like
you liked it there.

Like you preferred
it on the inside.

At least it was quiet.
Let's go.

After you,
kimosabe.

Come on.

- Psst!

Hey, come on!

Hey, man...

the movie's starting
in the video department.

- You're
À in charge of popcorn.
- That's right. Let's go.

I told you,
no guns.

You're my partner,
not my daddy, Jack.

I'm never
going back
to Cellblock C.

Man, this is
going to be some haul.

Eight floors,
100 registers.

- Now all we do
À is wait for the cash.
- Yeah.

Man:
I really need some coffee.

Alright.
Come on.

This way.

Relax, I cased
the place for weeks.

They don't open
till 10:00. And the staff--

Hey, what is this?

What's the matter?
Don't you know what
time it is?

I'm sorry, but-- hey!
Hey, you guys, stop!

Hey, stop or I'll--

Or you'll what?

- It's my first day.

- Jack!
- Go, Harry.

Hey!

Take him.

Get back here.

Woman:
Man, these shoes are tight!

- Woman: I hate coming
À to work this early.
- I can tell.

PA system:
Attention, employees,

the store's opening
in 10 minutes. Please report
to your department.

Security guard:
Stop!

Woman:
It's open.
Is it 9:00 already?

Jack:
Merry Christmas. Hello.

- Hi, Santa.
- Merry Christmas.

Hi! Hello!

- Hey.
- Hey, Santa.

Ho, ho.

Hey, Santa.

Yeah, I'm a fast learner.

Now put the bag down.

I said put the bag--

oh!

* Out of all the reindeers,
you know you're
the mastermind *

* Run, run, Rudolph,
Randolph ain't too far
behind *

* Run, run, Rudolph,
Santa's got to make it
to town *

* Santa make him hurry,
tell him he can take
the freeway down... *

- Anywhere.

Three minutes.
50 dollars one way.

- Jesus, I left my wallet.
- We take plastic, Santa.

All the good little boys
and girls are waiting.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, hey, hey!
Wait up! Wait, wait, wait!

Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey! Wait!

Thanks.

- Let me guess,
À the North Pole?
- Weisenheimer.

Dude, you've got to be
the sorriest Santa
I've ever seen.

* ...said to a girl child,
'What would please you
most to get?' *

* A little baby doll
that can cry, sleep,
drink and wet *

* And then away went Rudolph
whizzin' like a sabre jet *

* Run, run, Rudolph,
Santa's gotta make it
to town *

* Santa make him hurry,
tell him he can take
the freeway down *

* Run, run, Rudolph,
I'm reelin' like a
merry-go-round. *

Mister?

Hey, Mister...

it's the end of the line.
They're waiting for you.

Girl:
You're late.

Deodorant, toothbrush,
socks-- stuff.

- Hey kid, I think
À you've got the wrong man.
- No, you're the man.

Come on, I don't
have all day.

Well, come on.

You got
a better offer?

Jack:
You sure you're old enough
to drive this thing?

I can dress myself, too.

Well, this is it.

- The whole damn town.

Enough to make
you puke, huh?

- It ain't Manhattan.

She said to take
your information and
you can start right away.

- My mother.

Man, you're slow.
Are you sure you've
done this before?

Done what?

Oh, ho, no way.
Not me.

What are you, kidding?
Forget about it.

- Hey, Santa.

She's not going
to like this.

She's not going to like this?
Who cares what she likes.

So, you're the new one?
What can I getcha?

- A menu.
- Well, most folks
À have it memorized.

- Please.

It says here,
'Ask about our special.'

Well, you got me.
You're the first
one to ask.

Grilled cheese
and French fries.

Jo? What's that,
short for Josephine?

No, it's short
for Joe with an 'e.'
My dad wanted a boy.

Dad doesn't always
know best, huh?

I will take that
as a compliment.

Town always
this dead?

Honey, this is the busy season.
At least it used to be

- before those shopping malls
À and super stores.

- Nowadays--
- Jo, order's up.

Eat it
while it's lukewarm.

Thank you.
That's too bad.

- About those super stores.
À It's a cute little town.

You must've
really raked it in
at Christmas time.

We still do okay.
Depends on what you need.

Some people
need more.

I didn't catch
your name, hon?

Hmm, Ketchup?

Well, hello,
stranger.

Big pile up
on the Mass Pike.

- Oh, Lord.
À Anybody hurt?
- Grace of God, Jo.

Oh! Say hello to Ketchup.
Ketchup, this is Hogan.

- Tim Hogan.
- Oscar Burton.

So, you're
the new one?

This is funny,
I had you pegged
for a Nick or a Jake.

Jo's got
a thing for names.
Almost never wrong.

- You haven't even started, hon.

I got a bus to catch.

- 8:30.

- Tomorrow.

Thanks a lot.
Thanks. See ya.

- I can wrap it up.
- No, I'm fine, thanks.

Hey, kid,
how far to the next--

You're not gonna
get away with it.

- I paid for a Santa.
À I expect a Santa.

Lady, I think
you got me mixed up--

I gave the agency
a week's pay in advance.

You pull a no-show
like the last one,
I'm gonna call the cops.

- Well, take it easy--
- Hey, Sarah.

Tim Hogan, just the man
I'd like to see.

- Mm-hmm.

Turns out I'm not
leaving after all,
Sheriff.

- I thought you were leaving.
- It's just a misunderstanding.

Sarah and I had
a contract issue. But
we've resolved it, right?

And it turns out
she needs a Santa
as much as I need a job.

Maybe more.

- Let's get to work.
- She's the boss.

Keep your head down,
Sheriff.

I'll try you out
for one day.

And if you pass
inspection, you'll
stay on till Christmas.

There's your spot.

- I see the resemblance.

You and the kid.

Not really.
She takes after
her father.

- And when
À do I meet him?
- You don't.

- Look, no drinking
À on the job.
- Yes, ma'am.

And no flirting
with the mommies.

No mommies.
Check.

Ho, ho, ho.

- Put it right here.
- Okay.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Told ya.
She always gets her way.

What's your name?

Oscar Burton.

Oscar Burton--
that's your real name?

Don't you think
I could make up
a better one?

What about you?
What's your name?
Let me guess...

Tiffany?
- Noelle.

- Don't say a word.
Noelle!

Nice name.

Man:
Look, honey, it's Santa!

- Ay-yi-yi. Hello.À
- See! Say 'hi.'

- Hey, Santa.

Hey, where you goin'?

Stop and buy a tree.

Hey, there you go.

All right.

No, I am not gouging,
I don't need to gouge.
My trees sell themselves.

It's not a big deal.
Just a trip to the mall.

If it's not a big deal,
you're not missing anything.

Yes, Stanley,
I'm still here.
Take it or leave it.

- But everybody's going.
- Everybody but you.

- Stanley, I need an answer.
- Excuse me.

I work after school,
I work before school,
I work every weekend.

Great, great. You'll have
them by Wednesday latest.
Thank you.

- I'd just like to point out--
- Those kids you hang around
À with are mall rats,

with nothing better
to do than look for trouble.
I want you at home, Noelle.

Why don't you
lock me up in my room
and swallow the key?

- Don't be so dramatic.
- I'm sorry.

When I grow up I want
to be just like you. Maybe
I'll be as happy as you are.

- No kids.

Nobody's stopping.
Everybody keeps going by.

Well, it's early.

The kids see you,
they tell their parents,

and pretty soon
they come back here and buy.

So get back
out there and wave.

You can wave,
can't you?

Yeah, yeah.
I can wave.
You can see me wave.

I'd like to wave you.

ÀWoman:
Go on, honey,
talk to Santa.

- Andrew.

My mom says
I'm supposed
to sit on your lap.

Forget it.
What do you want?

Come on, come on,
talk to me.

- I want a new bike.

- Blue.
- Done.

Yeah!
Mom! Mom!

- I'm getting a new bike.
- Piece of cake.

Uh-oh!

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute!

Oh, come--
wait a minute.

* The Boogie-woogie
Santa Claus *

* The Boogie-woogie
Santa Claus... *

- What do you want
À for Christmas?
- Hello.

- What do you want
À for Christmas?
- A hockey stick.

Okay, you got it. Go ahead.
Who's next? Come on.

* He never had a haircut,
he never took his hat off *

* The Boogie-woogie
Santa Claus *

* The Boogie-woogie
Santa Claus *

* Boogie-woogie Santa
comes to town every
Christmas day *

Come on,
get out of here!
Go ahead!

All right, so what do
you want for Christmas, kid?

- Nothing.
- Nothing, good.
À Goodbye!

- My kind of kid.

Ay-yi-yi.
Yeah, bye.

Yeah, get on the bus,
will ya?

* Got no presents
for your tree *

- * No candy for your sock
- Go on!

* When he starts to boogie,
the whole town rocks *

* Boogie-woogie Santa,
Boogie...*

This is
your Christmas list?

Don't you think
it's a little long?

Let me see it.
What is that?

You did this
on a computer?

* Boogie-woogie Santa

* He boogies
all the blues away. *

Don't get that on me.

Hey, Doug.

I see you found
yourself a Santa?

Maybe.

Well, he certainly
looks the part.

Yeah, well,
you would too
in that suit.

Hey, I offered.

And I want a doggie,
and a pony,

and a swimming pool--
a heated swimming pool.

I want.
I want.

Did you ever stop
and ask yourself
what does Santa want?

Huh, did you ever
think about that?

- Here, take him.
- Mommy.

- That's not very nice.
- Unbelievable.

I want,
I want, I want.

Can I speak to you
for a minute?

Depends-- what do you want,
a horsey or a doggie
or a heated pool?

This may come
as a surprise to you,

but some of these kids
actually believe in Santa.

I thought you said
you've done this before.

I have, I have,
but with city kids.
It's a lot different.

Tough love.
That's a new one, Santa.

Is this the husband?

No. Doug Jennings,
Oscar Burton.

- Nice to meet you--
- I've met enough people
À for one day.

- Doug's a friend of mine.
- Bully for Doug.

He owns the newspaper
he sells me advertising
space at a discount.

- Rotten kids.
- The people who bring
À their kids here,

most of them have been
doing it for years.

That's the kind
of town this is.
Everybody knows everybody.

We count on each other.

Obviously,
I can't count on you.

Wait a minute. I thought
you paid the agency
a week in advance.

Call it severance pay.

- Great!

Oh boy, oh boy.

Keep your stupid town,
your stupid job.

- This is yours.
- Save it for the next guy.

You're gonna sit
here all night?

Maybe.

Got a light?

Give me that.

Don't you read
the label?

These are hazardous
to your health.

So is this
boring town.

So, tell me...
what's the story
with your father?

Besides the fact
that he's dead?

- 12.

We were in Florida
on vacation.

God, it was great.
No snow, no evergreens.

Just palm trees.

The last day,
we caught this fish.

- Like dolphin, only--

Right.

The chef at the hotel,
he cooked it for us.

Brought it
right to the table.
Everybody cheered.

The next day,
we found him
in the bathroom,

just lying there
face down on the tiles.

Heart attack?

Yeah, he had
a big heart.

- That's a tough break.

- You know, you could
À take me with you?
- Just what I need.

- You won't even
À know I'm there.
- Go home, kid.

You don't know
what it's like.

Wanna bet?

Jack:
Uh-oh.

Noelle Gibson,
do you realize--

Easy, easy.
She was just
saying goodbye.

- Get in the car, young lady.
- It's not a car,
À it's a truck.

Don't talk back
to your mother.

I don't need you
to instruct my daughter, Sir.

You're doing such
a bang-up job.

Let me
tell you something, huh?

For the record,
I'm sorry about your husband.

And I'm sorry about
the super stores.

But I'm not sorry
I told that brat
to shove it.

Santa's got
feelings too, you know.

Some Santa.
You're just a guy
trying to make a buck.

Santa's got feelings.

You're flooding it.

You're flooding it.
Your foot--

You're flooding it.
Take your foot
off the gas.

- You're flooding it.
- I can handle it.

Hey, go ahead, huh?
Ay-yi-yi.

Hey, hey,
wait, wait, wait!

- Wait one se-- hey, hey, wait!
- Mom! Please, mom!

Wait, wait, wait, wait
Listen, listen, listen.

Listen, listen,
give me a week.

If I don't work out,
I take my shoes for a walk,
without pay.

- That's fair.
- Give me one good reason.

'Cause I need a job
and you need a Santa.

Let's face it,
I'm the only one you've got.

Come on, mom.

Get in.

Okay.

Thanks.

My granddad
built it himself.

My dad did the barn
and the stables.

And that's where
you're staying.

Oh, I don't
think so.

Oh yes, Mr. Burton.
This is a farm.

Workers come and go
all year long here.

Most of 'em are grateful
for a clean room and a shower.

And you get used
to the other thing.

- The smell.

Hey, Santa
don't do animals.

Nothing to it.
Just feed them and clean
their stalls every day.

It's okay,
I'll help you.

What? We all have
to pull our weight
around here, right, mom?

Yeah, come on.

Get outta here.

This is our home,
Mr. Burton.

We're used to strangers,
but we expect you to respect
our property and us.

You stay out of my way,
I stay out of yours.

- Fair enough.
- Mm-hmm.

We're up at five
and the truck leaves at seven.

Do you get time off
for good behavior?

Since you're staying on,
I'm gonna need your ID.

- Driver's license,
Àsocial security card--

- for taxes.
- Sure. Sure.

It's okay.
We'll do it tomorrow.

Yeah, tomorrow, right.

- Good night.
- 'Night.

- Good night, Oscar.
- 'Night.

- You're late.
- Here.

Doesn't do me
justice, I know.

- I got your Santa
À suit cleaned.
- Oh, thank you.

* We wish you
a merry Christmas *

* We wish you
a merry Christmas. *

* We wish you
a merry Christmas *

* And a happy New Year.

So tell me,
what do you want
for Christmas, son?

- While we're
À young, okay kid?
- You're not Santa.

Let me tell you
something about
Santa, okay, kid?

You know Santa,
he's seen it all,
done it all.

So maybe Santa is
a little impatient,
you know what I mean?

Santa's wound a little too
tight. So don't waste
Santa's time, capiche?

I want a bike,
a Spiderman video game,

a telescope
and a skateboard please.

And polite, too,
very good.

You got it.
Just keep being
a good boy, okay?

- Okay.
- Say hi to mom--
À she's right over there.

- Bye, Sarah.
- Thank you!

Doug. Wow.

I saw the ad today.
It looked great.
Thank you.

He's back.

Everyone deserves
a second chance.

Glad to hear it.
So, how about Saturday?

- Uh...
- You know dinner, a movie,
À like real people?

Excuse me,
it'd be alright
if I take my break now?

Oh, yeah, sure,
you did really well
with that little boy.

It's a gift.
Dan.

It's Doug. Doug.

- Right.
À Excuse me.
- I'm sorry.

What do you
know about him?

What do I know
about any of 'em?

- Three weeks,
À he'll be gone.
- Right.

So, Sarah,
about Saturday?

Can I take a rain check?

It's really busy this time
of the year and--

Does that mean
you're available
in the spring?

- Man: These are nice!
- Woman: I love them.

Man:
Yeah, can we take a look
at that one, please?

- Hi, Santa.
- Hello, yes.

- Man: Hey, Merry Christmas!
- Hi.

Hello.
Anybody here

You've come
to the right place.

I'm Emily Sutton.

Hi, I'm Oscar Burton.

Oh no, that's not
your name.

Mr. Sutton was
very particular
on that subject.

'Once you don
the gay apparel,

you become
the great man himself.'

- You become Santa.

My late husband.

The shop was
his idea.

Christmas
all year round.
He had vision.

He wore glasses
as thick as soda
bottles,

but he had vision.

I was just wondering.
How much for the train?

Oh, that's not
for sale.

Just for display.

It was Mr. Sutton's.
He loved his trains.

It's a beauty. You know,
only 26 of them were ever made.

You know
your trains, Mr. Burton.

Oh, but I'm not
Mr. Burton, remember?

You're a bit
of a scoundrel, I think.

I think
you're on to me,
Mrs. Sutton.

I'll see you
around.

Would you
do me a favor?

I need to bring
some more ornaments
from the back.

- You can never
À have too many.

Now, where
did I put them?

Mr. Sutton
had his own system
but I'm afraid I--

He made those himself.
They never did sell.

People prefer plastic.

- People are suckers.
- That's what he said.

- Only nicer.

There they are.
That box.

- Fragile, you know.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Where does
À this door lead?
- Nowhere.

It used to be
a side entrance before
the bank expanded.

Now there's
just a wall.

Okay.
Wait up.

- See you, Mrs. Sutton.
- Hi, Santa!

How are ya?

You ever get a feeling
about a guy?

Sometimes.

You know, I tell her
not to put 'em up
at the farm,

with a teenage daughter
and no man around.

- I bet she loves that.
- Telling Sarah Gibson
À what to do.

- Smart move, Dougie.
- Come on, Joe.

He could be anybody.

A serial killer,
for God's sake.

A serial killer
in a Santa suit.

You're reading
too much Steven King, Doug.

I'm telling you,
I've got this feeling.

I don't blame you.
He's cute.

- Nice.
- Well, he is.

Not that you've got
any reason to be jealous.

Would it be asking
too much, Tim, to run a check?

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Well, you're welcome.

How ya' doing, Santa?
Anything for me?

Ho, ho, ho.
In your dreams.

Hi, I'm thinking about
a safety deposit box.

- Can't be too careful.
- Tell me about it.

- I'll just get Mr. McKay.
- Oh, thank you.

Woman:
Oh, look there's Santa.
Hi, Santa.

- There are two sizes.
- The smaller would be fine.

Alright.
Here we are. Here's one.

Now, this comes
with two keys.

One of course would be
yours, the other one
we keep here at the--

your money is safe
with us, Santa.

A Coldstream-Rigby 900!

Yes, yes, yes it is.

Santa used
to work security.

Oh, well,
then you know.

Too much vault
for one little town?
Maybe.

Business isn't booming
like it used to before
the shopping malls came.

By Christmas Eve folks
would have put away

an entire year's worth
of hope and dreams.

And as Mr. Sutton used to say,
'You look for the best
in people,

- but be prepared
À for the worst.'
- Mr. Sutton was no dope.

Indeed.
Now, let me show you
the features...

You've given me plenty
to think about, Mr. McKay.
Thank you very much.

- Oh, oh.
- Merry Christmas.

Yes, of course.
Merry Christmas
to you, Santa.

- See you soon.
- Yes.

I'm happy with
my long distance provider,
so go to hell.

Harry? Harry,
it's me, Jack.

Jack, where are you,
my man?

Someplace with
a Rigby-Coldstream 900.

Oh, you need
to blow that one.

That's why
I'm calling you, pal.

He needs me!
The Lone Ranger
needs Tonto.

Yeah, but this time
you do it my way.
Start to finish.

- Whatever you say, Jack.
À Whatever you say.
- Now, look--

- ( glass breaking,
À car blaring )
- Hey, you!

Yeah, look,
I'll call you back.

This way.

I gotta go.

I thought Noelle
was helping you.

- She had a late night.

I heard her come in.
Heard you, too.

She has a curfew.

I suppose
you'd let her
stay out all night?

I'd give her a reason
to come home.

Easy for you to say.
You don't have a kid.

Yeah, but I used
to be one once.

You?!
I don't believe it.

You should do
that more often.

- Smile.

Sorry, Oscar, I--

Noelle, I was just
telling your mother
about last night.

Breaking curfew,
kinda dumb, huh?

All it gets you
is grounded or worse.

It won't happen again.

- Don't tell me.
- Sorry, mom.

Jack:
Sarah, I was out
at that mall last night.

You can't possibly
compete with them
on their terms.

Your friend Doug's ads
are nice, but they're
not gonna do the job.

You're gonna
have to steal from
the competition,

you gotta hijack
the customers.

Steal?
Hijack?

They're figures
of speech.

It seems to me that if
you don't start taking
what they've got,

they're gonna
take more of what's yours.

You're just here
for three weeks
passing through.

Christmas Eve,
you're out of a job.

What's it matter to you
if we turn a profit or not?

Not a thing.
I get paid either way, right?

- Uh-huh.
- But what about
À Mrs. Sutton

Or your friend Doug
or everybody else
in this town?

It's not just money
to them. It's the future,
their future.

That's what they
deposit in the bank
on Christmas Eve.

And what about
your daughter's future--
you ever think about that?

Think about it--
college, grad school,
how about a wedding?

Forget it.

Just let everybody settle
for their small dreams

and their little hopes
just like you, lady.

Can't see the forest
for the stupid
Christmas trees.

Don't tell me,
I'm fired, again.

Steal customers.

Now, if that's all
the new business, then--

well, that concludes
our meeting this evening.

I'd like to thank
you all for coming.

New ideas.
New Business.

That's what
this town needs.

I think I know just
the guy who might be able
to help us with that.

Oscar.

Hi, folks, look,

everybody in town had it
pretty good for a while,

and then the big stores came
and took it all away from you.

And from where I sit
it doesn't look like
it's going to get better.

So I was thinking
it's time you took
some of that back.

Mr. Burton,
you're new here.

And I think
we like things
the way they are.

Speak for yourself,
Douglas.

Do you expect us
to compete with the mall?

Why not? Unless
you're afraid of losing
their advertising.

What can we do?
Where do we start?

Remember that famous
bank robber?

When they said
to him 'Why do you
rob banks?'

He said,
'Because that's
where the money is.'

Do you guys want
some cookies?

Here,
Merry Christmas.

Shop Evergreen.

Noelle:
Here it comes.
Are you ready for this?

- Jack: Holy moly!
- Noelle: It's so cool.

- Noelle: Whoo-hoo!

Noelle:
Wow, your face
is really big up there.

Now this is
the kind of thing
I was talking about. That's--

What's wrong?

ÀJack:
I think it needs
more whiskers.

You know, a lot more.

Ho, ho, ho,
merry Christmas.

- Welcome, Santa!
À Nice to meet you.
- Likewise.

It was so nice
of Sarah Gibson
to let us borrow you.

That's the lady who sells
all your mommies and daddies

all those wonderful
Christmas trees at such
reasonable prices.

That was great.
What, do you got
a piece of the place?

We were just about
to read, 'Twas the Night
Before Christmas.'

- Oh, great!
- It's our very favorite,
À isn't it, class?

All:
Yes, Miss Abernathy.

Why don't you do
the honors?

Sure, I'll take a shot.

Okay kids,
you ready?

'Twas the night
before Christmas,

and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,

not even a mouse.'

Hey, wait, in your houses,
the night before Christmas,
is it all that quiet?

- Not at my house.
- Not mine either.
À How about you, kid?

Gary Tannenbaum.
I'm Jewish.

What about
the night before Hanukkah?
Is it quiet in your house?

My dad yells at me
to go to bed or else.

Wait a minute--
your father yells at you

to go to bed or else
the night before Hanukkah?

- I think we're--
- No, no, no, let's
À tell it like it is then.

- 'Twas the night before
À Christmas, or Hanukkah--
- Or Kwanzaa!

Or Kwanzaa.'
Can't forget Kwanzaa.

'And all through the house,
Dads were yelling at kids
to get to bed or...'

- All: Else!
- Now we're going.

'The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care.'

My mom uses
my brother's tube socks.

Okay, 'the tube socks were hung
by the chimney with care,

in the hope
that St Nicholas would be...'

- All: There!
- Oh, we're going now.
À Relax, I got this now.

Hi, Dick,
how are you doing?

- It's Doug.
- I knew that.

- Jo, sweetheart!
- Coffee and a slice of pie.

Hold the pie today,
I'll just have the coffee,
thanks.

Okay, by the way,
my niece is dying
to meet you.

Really? Is she
as pretty as you?

- She's five.
- Oh, great.

Bring her around and tell her
to bring her parents.

Your plan seems
to be working.

We do what we can,
right, Doug?

- Some do more.
- Tell me, what's
À in it for you?

- I mean, besides
À the goodness of your heart?
- Lighten up, Dougie.

No, no, that's okay, Jo.
Look, Santa's selfish.

The better it is
for business around here,
the better it is for me.

Really, how
do you figure?

Come Christmas Eve,
if business has been
good, I get a bonus.

Sarah's never
done that before.

Sarah's never done
a lot of things before.

Hey, Oscar,
thanks for helping
with that donation.

Anything for the Policeman's
Benevolent Association.
Right, Hogan?

Don't spend it
all in one place.

- It's already
À earning interest.
- Smart man.

Hey Jo,
what do I owe you
for the coffee?

Hey, your money's
no good here, Santa.

Okay, bring that niece
around to see me.

Doug.

He's up to something.

You know,
I ran that check
on him, Doug.

No arrests, not even
a parking ticket.

Oscar Burton is
as clean as they come.

Yeah, well,

maybe you're looking
in the wrong place.

I guess it just gave up
the ghost.

- It was just for fun, mom.
À I wasn't stealing.

Tell her how much, Tim.

- $156 worth
À of merchandise.
- Mom.

Don't worry, Sarah.
We'll get her through this.

- Did you catch her with
À any of the merchandise?
- Oscar, please.

Was she holding
or wasn't she?

- No, but she was
À with the others.
- This is a family matter.

- Thanks for asking.
À No one else even--

- Tell the truth.
À Did you take anything?
- No, nothing.

I'm sorry, that's
not gonna be good enough.

You can bust her for being in
the wrong place at the wrong
time, but she's a minor.

If she wasn't holding
anything you'll never make
a Class C Misdemeanor stick.

Your father was
a good friend of mine,
and your mom's good people.

I'm gonna let her
deal with you this time.

We understand each
other here, Noelle?

Mm-hmm.

- Well, good night, Sarah.
- Thank you.

- Oscar.
- Hogan.

Are you coming,
Doug?

You know,
for a part-time
Santa Claus,

you seem to know
an awful lot about the law.

I watch a lot of TV.

Good night, Doug.

Doug, good night.

So, you still think
I'm blowing smoke?

I hope you have
some explanation.

- You were
À awesome, thank you!

You have all this,
you want to throw it away,

so some pimple-faced
losers will like you?

- I thought
À you were on my side.
- I am on your side.

You just got
a free pass, Noelle,

now the question is,
what are you gonna do with it?

You know how many people
would love a second chance
to start off clean with--

Tell your mother
you're sorry.

Tell her.

I didn't mean to.

I didn't think--

I'm sorry, mom.

- Kimosabe.

The door was unlocked.
Unlike you, my man.

Nobody locks their doors
around here, Harry.

I love it already.
Still into toys, huh?

Yeah.
It's an antique.

You're looking
good, Jack.

- Better than
the last time I saw you.
- Yeah, close call.

- Too bad about the cash.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

Until I read the newspaper.
I thought you'd run out on me.

Would I do something
like that Harry?

For your sake,
I hope not.

By the way,
what's that smell?

- Reindeer.

You get used to it.

Never figured you for
the farmer type-- must be
the farmer's daughter.

Her name's Noelle,
and she's off limits.

Same goes
for her mother, Sarah.

Ooh, I see we're on
a first name basis.
And the daddy?

- Dead.
- How nice for you.

Harry, it's a job,
okay? Just a job.

A job you can't
do without me.

Say it.
It won't kill you.

Don't push it, Harry.

What are we waiting for?
Let's hit the bank and get
the hell out of Dodge.

That's what's wrong
with you. For a big man,
you think small.

We bide our time
'til Christmas Eve.

That's when the streets are
empty and the vault is full.

A hick town like this?
What makes you think the vault
will be full?

Because I taught them
how to fill it.

The night before Christmas,
when everyone's in church

giving thanks
for all the money
I helped them make,

we go in and take it.
Every last dime.

That's cold, Jack.
That's very cold.

It's a cold world, Harry.
It's a cold world.

Mrs. Sutton:
As good as new.
Oh, bless you, Santa.

You're welcome,
Mrs. Sutton.

I've been thinking,
you're pretty busy
these days, right?

Thanks to you.

Business has never been better,
and not just for me,
the whole town.

- That's the idea.

What I mean is maybe
you could use some help.

Do you want
a second job?

No, not me but I think
I found someone.

Hang on a second.
Harry, come here.

Mrs. Sutton,
this is Harry.

- Harry, say hello
À to Mrs. Sutton.
- Ma'am.

- Harry's looking for work,
À aren't you, Harry?
- You bet, Jack.

- He calls everybody Jack.

Harry and I worked
together before,

children's parties,
things like that.

Harry's really good
with magic and stuff.

How did you do that?

Misspent youth.

Well, I've managed
on my own ever since
Mr. Sutton--

but if you think
it's a good idea...

I think I know just
the job for Harry.

It was made
for you, Harry.

- And I
À especially like the ears.
- I'll remember this.

Candy canes for the children,
and carry the packages out
to the car for mom and dad.

Mrs. Sutton, I was thinking
maybe Harry could help you

organize back here
a little bit, huh?

Could you?
Oh, it's been ages.

I'm afraid Mr. Sutton had
his own system, but I--

I'll be happy to, ma'am.
I can stay after hours
and get a lot done.

You're a godsend.

- You both are.
- 'Tis the season.

* From Coney Island
to the Sunset Strip *

* Somebody's gonna make
a happy trip tonight *

* While the moon
is bright *

* He's gonna have
a bag of crazy toys *

* To give the darnedest
of the girls and boys,
so be it *

* Santa comes on big

* He'll come a-calling
when the snow is the most *

* When all you cats are
sleeping warm as toast *

* You're gonna flip when
old St. Nick *

* Plays a lick
on a peppermint stick *

* He'll come flying
from a higher place *

* And fill the stockings
by the fireplace *

* So you'll
have a yule that's true *

* He'll come a callin'
when the snow is the most *

* When all the cats are
sleepin' warm as toast *

* And you're gonna flip
when old St Nick *

* Plays a lick
on a peppermint stick *

* He'll come a flying
from a higher place *

* And fill the stockings
by the fireplace *

* So you'll have
a yule that's true *

* Have a yule that's cool.

- Sure.

I thought you might be
sick of canned soup.

It's not part
of the deal.

Neither was
helping my daughter.

Here you go.

- Can I make
À a suggestion?
- Shoot.

Don't try to fix her.
It never works.

Didn't your parents
try to fix you, hmm?

I'm sorry,
it's none of my business.

That's alright.
My father could
fix anything--

toasters,
vacuum cleaners, watches--
everything but me.

- She died when
À I was seven.

The old man tried
his best, but...

He didn't do such a bad job.
Look how well you turned out.

Enjoy your supper.

Thanks
for the advice.

No extra charge.

Mom! Phone.
It's Stanley.

Tell me
it's good news.

Oh.

- Great hands.
- Thank you.

Doug.

- Oh, no one. What a surprise.

Sarah, there's only a few
days left before Christmas.
I'm concerned about you.

Don't be. Business
has never been better.

I'm not talking
about business.

I'm talking
about you and Noelle.

What's this supposed to mean?

- Not to me.

Sarah, a guy tries
to rob a department store

and he gets away
dressed as Santa Claus.
Check the date.

The next day a guy
gets off the bus
in a Santa suit.

- Not the same guy.
- Are you saying it's
À a coincidence?

Are you saying
you have proof?

No, I don't
have proof, but--

What does Tim Hogan say?
You did show that to him,
didn't you?

In other words,
he thinks it's a crock.

A guy comes out of nowhere,
and all of a sudden we can't
live without him.

A man with all the answers,
for everybody, including you.
Especially you.

I think
you better be going.

Sarah, look, I am
just trying to help here.
This man--

This man has done nothing
but help me and my daughter,
and this town.

Why? You ever
ask yourself?

He's here for three weeks,
then he's gone. Why should
he give a damn about you?

Maybe he likes me.

Yeah, well,
I thought that was
my department.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

Hey, let me
give you a hand.

- I can handle it.
- I noticed.

You like to work solo.
Me too.

- They used to call me
À the Lone Ranger of...

Smells nice.
What is this,
Frazier Fir?

Noble.
City boy, huh?

I kinda lived
all over.

I was born and raised
right here in Evergreen.

It's a nice
little town,
but you know,

big world
out there.

I've been
a couple places.

I went to Hawaii
on my honeymoon.

I got the flu
and I was sick
for a week.

- Yeah, did he
À hold you hair?

A girl starts
throwing up, someone's
got to hold her hair.

He did.

And we went
to Florida once and...

I guess I'm just
rooted here,

like one of those big
old cedars I can't bring
myself to cut down.

But Noelle, she can't
wait to leave.

Sometimes you have
to leave so you can
learn how to come back.

- What a nice tree!
- Excuse me a second.

- I told you to stay away
À from here, Harry.
- I see why.

Hi, you must be
Mrs. Sutton's elf.
I'm Sarah.

Harry, nice to
meet you, Ma'am.

- Oscar's told me
À a lot about you.

Harry's got to
get back to work.
Don't you, Harry?

- Actually, I've got a--
- Some other time,
À all right, Harry?

Excuse us a second.

- You want
À to blow everything?

The job or the tight
pair of blue jeans?
Keep your priorities straight.

- Don't tell me about my--
- Easy, she's still
À watching.

- I came to tell you
À we've got a problem.

The wall of the bank.
It's reinforced.

- We'll have to blast
À that one too, right?
- That's two explosions.

One to get in the bank,
another to get in the vault.
How do we cover the noise?

I don't know.
I'll think of something.

You always do.

Hey, just remember...

the Lone Ranger
never stayed too long or got
too close to the schoolmarm.

- Come on, come on,
À get out of here!
- Bye!

There's a really great
movie at the mall.

You're grounded
until you're 38.

- If you're asking
À permission--
- Not me, you.

It's one of those movies
you like where they talk.

Oh, one of those,
yeah.

Oscar told me about it.

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Tonight's
the last night.

Hey, don't you
read the label?

They're hazardous
to your health.

You know, you should
get out, see a movie
or something.

There's this really cool
flick playing at the mall.
Mom says it's excellent.

- Mm-hmm.

Tonight's
the last night.

You can-- you can even
borrow the truck.

- Next!
- One, please.

- Ma'am.
- Me, too.

All right.

Both:
Noelle!

- Yeah.

- Okay. Thanks anyway.
- Thank you.

Working late, huh?
Sarah.

Oh, Jo.

- She's got
À a thing for you.
- She's spoken for.

Yeah, well,
so does Mrs. Sutton,

and every little girl
with a Christmas list.

That's the beard
and the red velvet suit.

No, it's not.

- He doesn't care
À for me too much.
- Hmm, well...

he's just protective.
He has been ever since
Michael died.

They were friends,
you know. He thinks
it's his job--

He's in love with you.

Seems like a good man.

He is.

But...

- It's really good pie.
À It's homemade.

Actually,
it reminds me of home.

- Yeah, nowhere.

In other words, mind
your own business,
Sarah, huh?

I didn't say that,
Sarah.

You've been here
three weeks

and you know my daughter
and my friends,

and a lot about me,
maybe too much.

And I don't know
anything about you.

What do you want
to know?

Anything.
Everything.

We lived sort of on a farm,
not that much different
from yours.

Freight train
went by twice a day.

I used to live
for that sound.

One day the train
went by and I was on it.

And your father?

He died of brain cancer.

Somebody sent me a card.

- I'm sorry.
- You make choices.

Any regrets?

One or two.

Jack.

Jack, Jack, Jack.

Don't you realize there are
thousands of children lining
the streets waiting to see you?

Children who
have been dreaming
of this moment for weeks?

You're a disgrace
to the tradition of Christmas,

and I refuse
to have you malign me--

- Maybe we're gonna have
À a white Christmas.
- Good for business.

Is that all
you think about, huh?

No.

There's something that
I wanted to ask you about.

- Sounds serious.
- Maybe.

Before you say
anything,

I have a confession
to make.

You know, Noelle's not
as clever as she thinks,

I saw you leave,
I followed you to the mall

and I wanted
to find you.

I have a confession
of my own.

I wanted you
to find me.

Sarah, I...

- Late night.
- You mean early
À morning, right?

Yeah.

Good night, Oscar.

Hey, my name's
not Oscar.

I know.

ÀWoman on TV:
Could you be Santa Claus?
Have you had any experience?

- Hi, honey.
- Hi, mom.

- Uh.

It's late.

Yeah, time to go
to bed, come on!

- Noelle!

- Noelle!

- Go to bed, now.

Mom.

Honey, Christmas Eve,
his job is over.

He'll be gone
the next day.

You could
stop him.

- Just ask him.

Maybe it's better
this way.

You don't
believe that.

Where you been, Jack?

You were supposed to meet me
at the motel two hours ago.

- I'm calling it off, Harry.
- That's good, Jack.
À That's hilarious.

We leave tonight,
we lie low for a while,

we find another job--
a sure thing.

- This is a sure thing.
- It was, she's on to me.

- She knows
À I'm not who I say I am.
They love that.

It makes you mysterious,
dangerous, desirable.

- We're leaving, Harry.
- Then leave-- I'll stay
À and finish the job.

- You'll never pull it off.
- I've done the hard work.

I just got to blast
through the wall, then
the vault and I'm home free.

- I don't think so.

- The noise.
- You figured out
À how to cover it?

Good old Jack.
Give.

Don't hold out
on me, Jack.

It could be fatal
for you and your friends.

Why do we have to fight
this way? We're a team,
you and me.

Besides, you wouldn't
want anything to happen

to the pretty lady

and her kid?

- Yes, every bell in town,
À all ringing at once.

- Imagine that.
- It's a wonderful idea.

I'm surprised
Mr. Sutton never
thought of it.

What a glorious sound
it's going to make.

Doug:
Now just imagine it
without the whiskers.

I don't know, Doug.

Even if we can
take out the beard and
I run it through the system,

there's no guarantee
it'll turn up anything.

Yeah, well, humor me,
Tim, just humor me.

- Hey, sorry I'm late.
- Okay.

I was practicing
with the choir. We're
singing on Christmas Eve.

- Good.
- So, I was hoping
À you'd come.

To where, church?

Well, yeah, everybody's
gonna be there, my mom...

Look Noelle,

you realize
Christmas Eve, midnight,
I'm out of a job, right?

- Well, yeah, but--

You don't have
to leave.

I mean,
we sell fireworks
for the Fourth of July,

and pumpkins for Halloween,
and turkeys at Thanksgiving.

Look, Noelle,

don't you get it?
I'm gone, I'm out of here.

If you're looking for
somebody to play daddy,
you gotta look somewhere else.

You okay, honey?

What's wrong?

I wish
he'd never come.

No, you don't.

* It's Christmas time
again *

* Let all
your good cheer in *

* It's Christmas time,
it's Christmas time again *

* The stockings are hung
and the tree is trimmed *

* The sounds of the season
are ringing on in *

* It's Christmas time,
it's Christmas time again *

Merry Christmas.

* We'll I move my baby
by the mistletoe *

* Boy, don't you know,
she'll be so happy *

* When Santa comes tonight

* It's Christmas time,
it's Christmas time again. *

Mrs. Sutton,
you wanted to see me.

You have a busy night
ahead of you, Santa.

Yes, I guess I do.

So before
you start out
on your journey,

Merry Christmas.

Well, go ahead,
open it.

Mr. Sutton would have
wanted you to have it.

I can't.

Of course you can.
If it weren't
for you...

You weren't going
to leave without
this, were you?

Thanks.

There's a bonus.
You earned it.

- Just doing my job.

What about us,
were we just part
of the job?

- Sarah, I was only--
- I know.

It's just
three weeks,
no strings.

Good luck!

Listen, I wish that
there was, you know...

The reindeer

like sugar beets
more than carrots.

Thanks.
I'll remember that.

Hey, Sarah,

it's Jack.

Merry Christmas,
Jack.

Thank you.

Remember, two explosions
back to back,

before the bells stop ringing.
We can't afford any mistakes.

We, Jack?

- I'm going into
À the bank alone.
- That's not the plan, Harry.

Somebody's got to be
with all those nice
God-fearing folk at church.

- We'll meet at Mickey's
À in New York.

- How do I know
À you'll be there?
- You don't.

Merry Christmas,
Jack.

You don't stand
a chance, Jo.

Here we go.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Honey.

And now let us rise
and each hold a light
against the darkness.

A tiny ray of hope.

* O come all ye faithful

* Joyful and triumphant

* O come ye

* O come ye

* To Bethlehem

* Come and behold him

* O come,
let us adore him *

* O come,
let us adore him *

* O come,
let us adore him *

* Christ, the Lord...

* Jesus, to be thee
glory given *

Go.

* Words of the father...

* O come,
let us adore him *

* O come,
let us adore him... *

Go on bells,
keep going.

* O come,
let us adore him *

* Christ the Lord.

Noelle.

- It's over, Harry.

- I'm turning us in.
- Sure you are.

You're serious.
Look around, Jack.

More money than
you ever dreamed of.

All you gotta do is take it.
You earned it. It's yours.

It's not mine,
Harry.

Oh, Jack.
Sorry, kimosabe.

Oscar?

Hey, look who it is?
Come here, you.

- Noelle: Oscar!
- Get out, Noelle.

- Run.
- Noelle: Oscar!

- Oh, my God.
À Where's Noelle?

I want everybody back.
I need this bank opened!

- All right,
À I got a key. Hang on.
- Everybody back, stay back.

Oh my God!

- Sarah! Sarah!
- No.

Drop the gun, Jack.
Now!

- Noelle!
- Put your hands up.

No, you don't understand.
He's the one. Not him.

No, I'm the one.

Jack.

Man:
Here they come.

ÀMan #2:
Folks, please,
stand back, alright?

Let him through. Come on.
Stand back, please.

- Let him through.

Watch your head.

Judge:
The defendant having waived
his right to trial by jury,

this court is ready
to give its verdict.

But first,
do any of the victims
have anything to say?

Come now,
you good people
have been the victims

of a cruel
and calculated hoax.

You have the right
to speak.

Very well then.
The defendant will rise.

He was the best Santa
we've ever had.

He gave this town the best
Christmas we've had in years.

Maybe ever.

And I don't mean
just financially.

And I was thinking,
isn't that what the spirit
of the season is all about?

Forgiveness?

Second chances, Sir?

He saved my life.

When Mr. Sutton,
when he passed away,

I thought Christmas
would die with him.

It didn't,
thanks to--

what was
your name again?

It's Jack Clayton,
Mrs. Sutton.

No, that's not it.

I was right
the first time.

ÀJudge:
Mr. Clayton, you have
anything you wish to say?

No, Your Honor.

I guess you're sorry
you ever set foot
in Evergreen.

Actually, Your Honor,
that's the only thing
I'm not sorry about.

These people took me
into their homes

and took me
into their lives.
They trusted me.

And I used that.

And it wasn't just
their money I was
trying to steal,

I was trying
to steal their dreams.

And in return,
they gave me kindness

and now forgiveness.

So whatever you do
to me, Your Honor,

is a lot better
than I deserve.

If that is all...

Jack Clayton,

this court finds you guilty,
as charged.

Merry Christmas, Jack.

- Well, Jack, take care.
- You too, Marlin.

Thanks for everything.
And, merry Christmas.

Okay. Thanks.

- Take it easy, Jack.

Goodbye.
See ya.

- Our Santa quit.
- Tell the truth, honey.

We didn't hire one.

You know anybody
who might be interested?

- Say yes.
- Oh yeah.

I kinda
miss the reindeer.