All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S01E12.Santa.Claus.and.the.10th.Ave.Kid.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Hurtom_track3_[eng]

Good evening.

I thought I might as well
brick this up.

I don't expect I'll be using
this fireplace anymore.

I expect the chimney
to be closed very soon.

I've loosened
the bricks...

so they'll fall in if anyone
should brush against them
on the way down.

Santa Claus is always bringing
surprises to others.

I thought it would be
interesting if someone
surprised him for a change.

I'm rather tired of
his tracking soot
in here every year.

There. Let him
"Ho ho ho" himself
out of that.

At the risk of
overburdening our program with
the spirit of the season...

we have arranged
to dramatize...

a very appropriate story
for tonight's divertissement.

It is called
Santa Claus
and the Tenth Avenue Kid.

Now, Doris, you must report
to your parole office
once a month.

It's very important.

Will you try
to remember, dear?
Yes, ma'am.

Very well.
Merry Christmas, Doris.
Merry Christmas.

Good afternoon, Mr. Sears.
Good afternoon, Mr. Chambers.

Afternoon,
Miss Webster.

Sears, you're to report to me
in just one month.

January 20.
That's all.

Except remember, your parole
can be revoked at any time.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

I'm sure Mr. Chambers didn't
really mean to sound
so pessimistic, Mr. Sears.

Your past parole record
isn't very good...

but I'm sure we have
every reason
to hope for the best.

Don't we, Mr. Sears?
Yes, ma'am.

I'll tell you
what plans we have
for your rehabilitation.

(Sears)
Rehabilitation.

Looks to me like she could do
with a bit of rehabilitating
herself.

Now let me see, Harold Sears.

Yes, ma'am. My friends
call me "Stretch" Sears.

Yes, of course. Harold Sears.

We've really been fortunate,
finding employment so soon.

It's rather hard to find
anything suitable...

for a gentleman
of your age and....

Record. Record's the word.

Can't you say it?

I got a record
as long as your face.

Maybe they don't want
to hire me on account
of me being in the stir.

You reckon that might be it?

Oh, dear, Mr. Sears,
you mustn't be sensitive.

You must believe me.
It's never too late
to start again.

You must realize you can't....

I mean you're simply not young
and strong enough...

to keep on climbing in windows
and smashing safes
and such things.

You must see by now
that it doesn't work.
You always get caught.

What do you mean, always?
I was only caught five times.

Do you want to spend
the rest of your life
in stir, Mr. Sears?

Because that's exactly
what you're going to do
if you slip again.

You must keep in mind
that your parole
can be revoked at any time.

I don't hardly get a chance
to forget that.

Please, Mr. Sears, if you're
not a little more careful
in the future...

there isn't going to be any,
future, I mean.

Well, as I was about to say,
this job is not permanent.

My sister works for
Sampson & Cole's
Department Store...

and it was through her
that I heard about it.

The man they had was
suddenly taken ill and
they need someone at once...

so I spoke with
the personnel manager and....

I must admit
I wasn't quite frank with him.
I mean....

He don't know
I'm an ex-con?
Yes, he knows that.

But not the number
nor the length of
your periods of incarceration.

If they are pleased with you,
if you try, Mr. Sears...

it may lead to something
more permanent in the store.

A nice, light job
that can earn you a living.

And, of course,
we expect you to spend
some time with us here.

Plenty of rest and good food
will do wonders for you.

Yeah.

Good pay, you know.
$10 a day and lunch
in the cafeteria.

What do I do?

Mr. Shaw,
he's the personnel manager.

Mr. Shaw said
he would explain it to you
when you got there.

You can do it, I'm sure.

Pushing a broom, I guess.

Well, they got me
over a barrel.

Okay, Miss Webster.
It's a deal.

*[Christmas carol playing]

(Sears)
Santa Claus. Jeez.

There you are,
Sears.

You look very good,
very good, indeed.

Yes, well,
I don't feel good.

That's not the proper
Christmas spirit.

Jolly is as jolly does,
you know.

People won't recognize me
in this get-up, will they?

You know,
I've a reputation to uphold.

There's no question about it.
You are Santa Claus himself.

''And a round little belly
that shook when he laughed,
like a bowlful of jelly.''

Yes, I stuffed some things
up there to make me look fat.

I couldn't find
a pillow.
I see.

During your lunch hour,
you can get a pillow
from my office.

And you better take these
other articles back to
wherever you found them.

Yes, sir.

But you'll make
a fine Santa Claus.

You know, if you do well here
this could turn into
a regular job.

Every year.

But I don't see
a twinkle in your eye,
perhaps you could develop one.

Sure, yes.

There's not much to it.
You just ask the children
what they want.

But make no promises,
remember that.

However, if the child
should happen to see something
that he wants here...

be sure and make a note of it
for the convenience
of the parents.

Sure.
I've shilled before.

I mean, I get you.

Is there anything special
you want pushed?

Now that you
mention it...

we're having
a great deal of trouble
getting rid of the...

musical teddy bears.

I get you.

So you just take each child
on your lap and ask it
what he wants.

Kids? On my lap?
Yes, of course.

Please, remember
Christmas spirit, Sears.

[bell rings]

It's starting.

Oh.

Sears,
your mustache.

Good, Santa.

Santa Claus.

What do you want?

For Christmas, I mean.
Come on in.

(Sears)
All right,
what's your name?

You haven't forgotten,
have you?

All right, listen,
I only want to know your name.

Come on now,
you ain't afraid of
old Santy, are you?

I'm wondering what
you want for Christmas.

How can I bring it to you
unless I know what it is?

Well...

I want a big doll,
skates...

a cooking set,
and a ballet dress.

Wait. Now, wait.

You're going too fast.
I have to write it all down.

[church bells chiming]
I want a ballet dress...

a queen dress...

a tea set...

a puppy, a kitten, a rabbit.
Do you live on a farm?

I live in apartment 3B,
on Park Avenue...

and I want a duck--

Too much livestock
for one apartment.

Wait, now, maybe
I can bring you a kitten.

Yes, a kitten.

And as many of them
other things as I can
lay my hands on.

Here, come here.

Now we can talk better.

Think of something funny.

Think of your new kitten
batting the balls
on the Christmas tree...

knocking them,
climbing up the curtains.

[stammering]

Beating the juice
out of the joint.

Now, here, take this doodad
that I'm going to give you...

and bring it back
to your mother.

(Sears)
This is terrible.
I'd rather be doing time.

Look at the little monsters.
The joint's
crawling with them.

Good morning, Santa Claus.
Good morning to you.

I want a bike, a parrot,
and a fire engine, and....

[explodes]

I want that.

Sorry, kid. That's
the only one I got,
and that's promised already.

I want it.

That's too bad.
You don't expect to get
everything you want, do you?

Why can't I have it?

Why is it up there
making little boys want it
if they can't have it?

I didn't put it up there.
The store put it up there.

I've got nothing
to do with it.

It's yours, isn't it?

You could have the elves
make another one.

No, I couldn't.
They're all tired out.

Look, I'll bring you
a good plane, a small one.

Here's a little one
to be going on with.

That's no good.
All it is
is just a little old toy.

Look, kid, scat.
I got other customers waiting.

How did he get in here?

Come on now,
you want to be next?

I can't wait all day.

You been a good boy?
Have you?

That's got
nothing to do with it.

You're the one
looking for Santa Claus.
Ah, can it.

Santa Claus. Big shot.

What don't you like
about Santa Claus?

It's old stuff for
babies and dopes.

I ain't no dope.

No, you're a wise guy.

Here, do you want one?

I don't want that stuff.
I want that.

Yes, well,
you can't have that.
That belongs to the store.

What do you mean?

If you were Santy Claus,
you could give it to me.

I knew all along
you was a fake.

Okay.

All right.

(Sears)
That's all, brother. I'm done.

I wouldn't take another day
like that for $1,000,
let alone a week for $50.

I got to have a drink.
I'll find somebody
I know downtown.

I'm clean, Mac.
Didn't want anything
I could reach.

Lucky for our side, I guess.
Good night.
Night.

(detective)
Okay.

Mr. Sears, here you are.
Hello.

I just happened to be passing,
and I knew you'd be tired.

So I thought I'd save you
that long trip on the subway.

Well, I was just....

(Sears)
It's an ambush.
It's a dirty trick.

This dame
is rehabilitating me to death.

We'll be just in time
for a good hot dinner
at the shelter.

This is the first paddy wagon
I ever got into
through a side door.

How was it today, Mr. Sears?
I know you've had a hard day.

So trying sometimes,
the children, I mean.

What makes you think
a bunch of kids are so tough?

I can handle
anything I want to.

But one day of that
is enough.

I hope you
exercised discretion.

I mean you
didn't forget yourself?
No bad language, no incidents.

No, I didn't cuss any of them
out and I didn't lay a finger
on one of them.

Not that it wouldn't have
done them good.

I'm so glad.

You're a very versatile man,
Mr. Sears.

Not many men
could have stepped
into a job like that...

requiring so much
self-control.

What makes you think
I've no self-control?

Miss Webster, I'm grinding out
self-control...

by the gallon, all the time.

I've so much self-control,
I can't control it.

Yes, of course. I understand.
I didn't mean....

I'm sorry you don't like
your job, Mr. Sears.

You are virtually unemployable
and I am trying to keep you
out of trouble.

(Webster)
You don't have to like it,
Mr. Sears. Just do it.

You don't have to like me,
either, and I don't have to
like you.

I've become practiced
at self-control myself.

I can get mad sometimes, too.

Maybe there are times
when I'd like to give
somebody a swift kick.

Mr. Sears, you've stuck it out
beautifully. You really have.

Just this
one more day...

and then after Christmas
we'll find you something
more suited to your talents.

I mean, taste.

I'll see you tonight.
Sure, yes.

Goodbye.
Bye.

(Sears)
That's what you think.

I get paid at noon
and then it's goodbye to you.

What do you want us to put in
your Christmas stocking?

I want a stove
and a beach ball...

a horse, and a mother rabbit
and a father rabbit.

All right.
Give that to your mother...

and here's a little
gimmick for you.

Merry Christmas.

A teddy bear
and a truck--
No, wait.

Do you like it?
Here.

[child crying]

[bell rings]

Sorry, kids.

Santa Claus
won't be back till 1:00.

But you must all come back
after you've had your lunch...

because I got to know
what you want for Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Here we are.
Merry Christmas, Santy Claus.

Merry Christmas
to you, son.

(Sears)
"Dear Mr. Sears,
I know what temptation is...

"especially
at the Christmas season...

"and feel it most important
that I give you
moral support...

"at this critical time.

"I've asked the store
to give me your paycheck.

"And I've opened
a nice bank account for you.

"Clementine Webster."

Of all the low-down,
double-crossing...

thieving, cut-throat...

dirty, underhanded....

Well, why don't you
ask me what I want?

What do I care
what you want?

I want a chemical set
and a carpenter kit,
and a big electric train...

and a signal
and a switch.

Aren't you going
to write it down?

I don't need
to write it down.

Tell that to your old man
the way you told it to me.

Don't I get anything
out of your sack?

Here, buzz off.

[bell rings]

That's all now.
Store's closed.

(Sears)
Merry Christmas.

[parents chattering]

(Sears)
Well, look who's back.

He's doing all right, though.
Look at them pockets.

If you're not interested
in Santa Claus,
what are you doing here?

Looking around.

Anyhow, I already told you,
you ain't Santy Claus.

I ain't? You saw me
sitting up there,
didn't you?

Who do you think I am?
Little Boy Blue?

Look, Santy Claus is supposed
to give kids stuff,
ain't he? Well, then?

What do you think
I've been doing
this live-long week?

Writing stuff down and--
I don't mean writing lists.

I mean give them things,
if you're Santy Claus.

Sure I give
them things.

Yeah, I know.
That ten-cent stuff in a bag.

That's what I want.

I suppose you wouldn't go
for a musical teddy bear?

[snickers]

So, you like
airplanes?

Yeah. I like them better than
anything in the world.

I'm gonna be a pilot someday
when I get big.

You might have that,
if you stay out of jail.

Now, you see,
it's this way--

Sure. Now, you see,
it's this way. I told you--

Kid, why don't you
shut up for a minute
and not be so smart?

That's not
the way I operate.

I have to get my reindeer
out and all that stuff and
you have to be in bed asleep.

That old baloney.
What do you mean, baloney?

Don't you know that
Santa Claus always
gives it to you straight?

Oh, yeah?
Oh, yes.

You mean you're going to
give me that?

On the level?

Yes. Why not?

I'm Santa Claus,
ain't I?

What's your address?
1065 Tenth Avenue.
Second floor.

[bell rings]

All right,
beat it.

Hey, wait a minute.

You know you got to be
a good boy.
I've been good.

All right.
Let's have it.

Huh?

Come on,
fork them out.

Now don't you
ever do that again.

It gets you no place at all,
now, you hear me?
Do you hear me?

It don't pay at all.
You think they have
airplanes in the pokey?

You think they'd allow you
to drive one if you've
even been inside?

Well, they won't.

Will it make any difference
this time?
No, not this time.

But remember
what I tell you now.
It's a sucker game.

Here. Scram.
Yes, sir.

(Sears)
Now what did I go
and open me big mouth for?

What happens
if I don't deliver?

He ain't never had nothing.
Like me, when I was a kid.

Maybe if I had ever been
given anything,
if I hadn't had to steal....

If only I had me pay.

Sears.

We want you to come to
the employees' Christmas party
up on the eighth floor.

Get some dinner first
at the cafeteria,
and then come on up.

You'll enjoy
the festivities.

Besides, there'll be
a little extra bonus
for passing out the favors.

I'll see you up there
and tell you what to do.
So long.

Come on,
Santa Claus.

It's time to head
for the North Pole.

We're going to put you
back in cold storage.

I'm not surprised
that you broke your parole...

but couldn't you have done it
yesterday or next week?

Why pick Christmas Eve
to drag me down here?

What were you doing?
Drinking champagne?

That's exactly
what I was doing,
if you want to know.

Okay. Book him.

Name?
Wait now.

This is
a miscarriage of justice.
I'm sure that it is.

I'm sorry, Miss Webster,
but I'm afraid it's not.

Sears stole a valuable piece
of merchandise
from the store...

in addition to this
Santa Claus suit
he's wearing.

And he won't tell us
where it is,
a $50 toy airplane.

A toy airplane,
Mr. Sears?
I don't understand.

I gave it to a kid.

I'm Santa Claus, ain't I?

And don't any of you creeps
try and take it away from him.

Oh, oh, well.

You see, gentlemen.
It's all my fault.

When he went up
to pick his money up
at noon...

he found that I had taken it
to put it in the bank for him.

This is Christmas Eve,
gentlemen, and Santa Claus
has to deliver on time.

What a dilemma.

So naturally,
he had to charge it,
owing to my officiousness.

That sounds just dandy,
Miss Webster.

But it's the first
I've heard of it and I'm sure
it's the first Sears has, too.

Really now, why don't we
ask Mr. Sears?

As it happens, I have
his money with me
as I found the banks closed...

and was unable
to deposit it.

Of course you'd like
to pay for the airplane,
wouldn't you, Mr. Sears?

Yes.

And he was going to return
the Santa Claus suit
at his first opportunity.

I don't see that
we can assume that.

Who'd want
a hot Santa Claus suit?

Yes, I'm sure
it's much too warm.

I think that takes care
of everything, gentlemen.

I feel certain
that Sampson & Cole
won't want to prosecute.

They have their money
and their suit.

There's still the question
of whether he broke
his parole or not.

Mr. Chambers,
can't you scare up
just a little goodwill?

Enough to last
through tomorrow, anyway.

Well, Sears,
she's got me.

You're a little white lamb.
You didn't break
your parole at all.

Just bent it a little.

But she's got you, too,
old boy.

I'll expect you
to be available
at the shelter tomorrow.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Miss Webster,
I'd like to stand you a drink.

The trouble is
I haven't got any money.

You know, Mr. Sears,
you really do look like
Santa Claus now.

You've got a twinkle
in your eye.
Come home to dinner.

The plum pudding
has quite a lot of brandy
in it.

You know what I think
about you, Miss Webster?

I think you're
completely rehabilitated.

[laughing]

[thudding]

You know, he ain't
such a bad chap after all.

Perhaps his taste
in ties has improved.

I think I'll give him
one more chance.

Rest ye merry,
we'll have you out of there
in a jiffy.

[thudding]

And rest ye merry, too.

Good night.