Play It Again, Santa Cagney and Lacey

Yes, it was gorgeous,

but a red leather jacket is not exactly the thing to wear.

As a fellow commission member, don't I get a vote?

Look, I have been to a lot of those meetings

and they get awfully boring.

You'd sure look festive in that jacket.

Well, it's a commission on police brutality,

I'm supposed to look intelligent, not festive.

I move for both.

David, I can't let you buy me that jacket,

it's just too much money.

For someone you are not seeing exclusively?

Just too much money period.

I thought we had settled that last part.

Sorry. We have, you're right, it is better for both of us.

-Do you feel funny about us both being on the commission?

-No.

No problem - we are both intelligent, mature adults.

Uh-huh, who disagree about everything.

Almost everything.

So you protect the rights of sleazy criminals.

I, on the other hand, protect the rights of innocent victims.

There is some truth in that. Come here.

-I love it when you lie.

-I'm not lying.

-You have an enormous influence on me.

-I can tell.

Listen, while I have your attention.

How long is this question?

Well, it's the police Big Brother Christmas dance.

Now, are you going to take me or not?

To the dance, Keeler.

Don't they make you check all the ACLU lawyers at the door?

Oh, not a chance, uh-uh.

They're the main course.

So? Are you free next Friday?

I might have to check my social calendar.

Let me describe my dress.

Which one of the three do you think I should take

to the Big Brother dinner - Francine, Cici or Michelle the magnificent?

I can't help you with this, Victor.

You see, one of the advantages of being married is that you

no longer have to struggle with these decisions.

-Are you going to wear a tux?

-Absolutely.

Yeah, me, too. I always get lucky when I wear a tux.

Lieutenant, the man has been missing for three days.

I don't see how we can ignore this any longer.

The man is a street performer, that is hardly your stable population.

Sir, between my last semester at Cornell and my first-quarter

at Princeton, I was a street performer, I know the life.

This musician would not willingly leave a lucrative street corner,

especially not during the busy season,

and his friends out there have every right to be worried.

All right, I will tell you what, Newman.

In the spirit of Christmas, I am going to have an impartial

third party listen to the evidence and make a judgment, all right?

Cagney! Come on in here a minute, please.

We've played together for three years,

he wouldn't go without telling me.

They started out as a duo, then Rupert here joined them.

-They're very good.

-You have to believe me,

Neil would never leave this astral plane voluntarily.

-Would you like some coffee?

-No, thanks.

Miss Arakelian,

regulations are very specific on this point -

unless there is positive evidence of a crime having been committed

or a possible suicide,

the only one who is eligible to file a missing persons report is

a relative. Excuse me one minute.

Come on, Alice, you did what you could. Come on.

If I was a relative, you'd investigate?

Well, we would certainly make out a report, yes.

Well, I didn't want to tell you this,

but Neil and I used to go together,

you know, before Rupert.

And there was a real closeness.

But then we had our past lives read together

and we discovered something truly awful.

In at least three previous incarnations we were brother

and sister.

Which explained the closeness, of course,

but made it impossible to continue.

So, you see, we are related. Sort of.

-I understand you are a bit upset...

-I know something happened to Neil.

He left his aura behind.

Also his flute.

OK, so Alice is a little...different.

Obviously, your type.

-Ever thought about asking her out?

-She's already involved.

You see, that's what this all may be about.

First of all, she starts out with Neil,

switches over to Rupert and Neil disappears.

It is a classic triangle.

Or maybe some other performer is trying to take over the corner.

Do you realise, Cagney,

that a good corner like that can net you 50, 60,000 a year tax free?

And second of all, I have a hunch about this,

and I have learned to go with my hunches.

First of all, there is no second of all, it is secondly.

That's cold, Cagney.

I'm talking about a possible life or death

and you are correcting my grammar?

Also your logic.

Street performers are like nomads, gypsies,

they move around a lot and they do not leave a forwarding address.

You don't have a case!

So why don't you spend some time on the cases you do have?

Like the Correlli homicide, here.

First of all, Mr Correlli is very dead,

and the odds are he'll remain so.

Neil the flute player is probably still alive

and can maybe even stay that way with our help.

And second...ly, you have bent a few rules yourself.

Yeah, on a good case,

not investigating the Grinch who stole Christmas.

If you will excuse me, please, I have ten days to

finish my Christmas shopping and I am already 11 days behind.

Goodbye, Newman.

-Careful, slippery. Oh, thank you.

-Hi.

Anyway...

If this case wasn't bad enough... Excuse me. Here.

..I wasted my whole morning on that police brutality commission.

Sat around listening to a bunch of armchair liberals passing

judgment on situations they know nothing about, all of them

of course siding with David..

-And then there was this woman...

-Excuse me.

-Here, you all right?

-Yeah.

-Then there was this woman, right?

The kind dressed for success type, you know that.

And all day she just cooed.

"Oh, Mr Keeler, you are so right, so right."

Christine, do you think that Harvey is really going to like this?

Well, it will be hard to misplace.

I was thing about getting a jacket to match, you know,

colour-coordinated.

What do you think? Nice, huh?

Colour-coordinated, I don't think so, Mary Beth, no.

That's dull. Something more imaginative.

Christine, your outfits are more colour-coordinated than anybody's

I have ever seen.

That is not true, Mary Beth, my clothes are complementary.

Colour-coordinated is like died to match.

-Like that bimbosity.

-What bimbosity?

The one at the commission I told you about.

I don't think David listens to anything she says.

She is a part-time fashion consultant, if you catch my drift.

Probably the biggest word in her vocabulary is paisley.

I bet she uses her home address as Lord and Taylor.

"Oh, Mr Keeler, you are so right."

What are you going to have?

The water.

Look at it, Christine.

-It looks so...

-Warm?

Wet.

It looks so wet.

Harvey.

-Honey.

-Yes?

-Harv.

-What?

-There's something I got to talk to you about.

-Honey, OK.

And uh...

-It's a little strange, Harv.

-What?

Actually, it's a lot strange.

-Would you tell me, baby? I'm sure it's not so bad.

-No, it is.

It's about a...

..a craving I have.

HE LAUGHS

That's not strange.

You want some rhubarb pie?

Yes?

How about some broccoli with ice cream?

I want to go swimming.

Babe, that's not so strange.

Harvey, it is the dead of winter.

-Some people swim all year round.

-Not me.

Maybe you need some exercise.

Harv, you're pretending that this isn't strange

to make me feel better,

but I have been giving this a lot of thought, and it is.

Strange.

I want to go swimming in the middle of winter.

And, Harvey, I want to go alone.

What do you think?

Honey, I think if you want to go alone,

it's probably because of your condition.

Oh, no. No, Harv, it's not that unselfconscious.

I don't think that a pregnant lady is an unusual sight.

Honey, I know, you are not self-conscious

and you are not an unusual sight.

You are a pregnant lady that is a little bit strange.

I just want to know one thing.

Why do you want to swim solo in the middle of December?

I don't know.

The fact remains that Officer Ballew put this man in the hospital.

He was trying to stop him from beating up his eight-year-old kid.

The guy would not let up.

Ballew has two kids of his own.

What if he had backed off and let the boy keep taking

blows to the head to the point of sustaining brain damage?

Now, that is a very emotional response, Sergeant Cagney.

But don't you think that one should always attempt to use

the power of words before resorting to the power of physical violence?

-I think one should...

-Ehem.

Have you ever been in this kind of situation, Mrs Cody?

Of course not.

Well, sometimes life or death depends on instant reactions.

It's a judgment call.

Police are just people, but with this kind of hostile scrutiny,

cops are going to become like those doctors who are afraid

to come forward in emergencies for fear of being sued.

Is that the kind of police protection one wants?

Come on, Sergeant, there is a middle area here,

and that is what we are trying to define.

You're right, David, you are so right.

-So, how's the police brutality commission?

-Brutal.

Cagney, I have been waiting for you.

-What is it, Newman?

-We have a visitor.

Hello.

-What is she doing here, Newman?

-Her boyfriend is missing.

-We know that.

No, Cagney, not the first one, the second one,

the one she has never been related to.

We have two musicians just like Santa Claus,

both missing from the same street corner in a span of four days.

Obviously, something is very wrong here, Sergeant,

Why are you so resistant about this?

Because it is hard for me to take someone who

believes in reincarnation and works in an elf costume very seriously.

Don't you have any compassion for these people?

What I have, Newman, is the Rogers case.

-And I have the Lipsich case...

-And now you got this one, too.

-Lieutenant!

-I don't want to hear it, Cagney.

I am making an administrative decision, the case is official

and you are catching it with Newman.

Come on, Victor, uniforms are waiting for us

at the Bronstein building. Let's go.

Are you sure you are busy? Look, check the date again.

Look, I'm really sorry about the last time.

-I didn't know it was a religious holiday.

-Victor!

Yeah. Oh, no, thanks, I understand. Yeah, bye.

I should've called Francine first.

They were the first four gold records I produced for Clio Records.

Actually, there was no gold in them.

In reality, they were worthless other than a certain

sentimental value.

So, I'm sorry Miss Stone troubled you.

When she came in this morning and saw that they were missing

from the wall, she called you without consulting me.

As long as we are here, Mr Casey, we might as well look around.

That won't be necessary.

Rosetta, would you show the officers to the door?

And come back in here, please.

Yes, Mr Casey.

Gentleman.

Officer Petrie, has anyone ever told you that

you look more like a model than a policeman?

Yes, ma'am, my wife.

I modelled once.

For a trucking company brochure.

SONG: "We Three Kings"

All right, let's get it over with.

You corner the three wise men before they escape.

And I'll check out that dangerous looking pretzel vendor over there.

I think you should take this case a little more seriously, Sergeant.

Be sure and let me know anything that will help me do that,

won't you, Detective?

SONG: "My Christmas Love"

-Great song, huh? My Christmas Love.

-Oh, I always liked it.

I can believe that, you're the man who wrote this song.

-You're Jackson Bell.

-No, I'm not.

Come on, man, I took a course on the roots of R&B when I was at NYU.

Look, you got me mixed up with someone else.

OK, man?

Sure, whatever you say. Who needs a bunch of fans going crazy, right?

-Don't worry about it, I'm cool.

-Yeah.

-Did you get anything?

-No, just waiting for them to finish.

Listen, Cagney, there's someone here I'd like you to meet.

He was just here a minute ago. There was this guy,

he was caring Chinese food.

It was Jackson Bell, one of the early pioneers of rock'n'roll.

Cagney, the man wrote this song.

Newman, I don't care if it was Jerry Lee Lewis eating pizza

in his baby grand, all right?

I'm cold and I'd like to get this over with.

Good, they're finished.

So no other offices were burglarised and nothing else

-is missing?

-Not so far, and I have been in touch with all of them.

I guess there is no point in asking

if you have noticed anyone unusual looking lately?

-Music biz.

-Rights, thanks. Ah, Miss Stone.

Just go away. You guys have caused me enough trouble already.

What happened?

Lou Casey fired me!

He said I never should have called you

and that I should have known better than to ever call the police.

Hey.

You can call me any time you want.

None of this makes any sense.

If the records only have sentimental value, why would anybody steal them?

Yeah, and why would Casey pretend that it didn't mean anything

to him when it did?

Especially when he fired Rosetta just for calling us.

What are they doing here?

Mary Beth, it's like the Bermuda Triangle,

things just keep vanishing - musicians, gold records, Santas.

-I tell you, it is the case of the month.

-Mom.

Newman, of course, is convinced it is all tied together,

and we know how often he has been right.

-Mary Beth, I'm home, let me in!

-Mom.

It's not just the stupid case that's upsetting me,

it's David and that woman on the commission.

They're driving me up the wall.

-Mary Beth!

-Mom, let me talk to you.

-Chris, can I call you back?

-Mom!

I'll call you back, OK? Yeah. Bye-bye.

Nice talking with you, Mary Beth.

Michael, that was very rude.

It's important. Have you looked at your Christmas gift?

The one I made you in school.

No, of course not, it's wrapped up in your closet where you put it.

Well, don't you want to know what it is?

Yes, I want to know what it is, Michael,

-but I didn't want to wreck the surprise.

-Mary Beth!

-Yes.

I don't care if you peek a little.

All right, if that's what you want, I'll peek a little.

-Ta-dah! A bathing suit for pregnant women.

-Yeah?

-How many can you get in there?

-Have I got some good news for you.

There is a church in the East 70s with a pool in the basement,

and we may be able to use it during Sunday morning services.

-Harv, I can't. How can I swim while people are praying? No.

-Wait, honey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. It may be very peaceful.

There could be some nice organ music in the background.

I never liked organ music, Harvey. It reminds me of skating rinks.

Oh, OK.

OK, the church is out.

There is a pool right across the bridge in a men's club.

-How are you going to get two women in a men's club?

-Who else is coming?

-Well, it could be.

-Oh, yeah.

Only one thing, we're going to have to be kind of discrete.

-How discrete?

-We're going to have to sneak in.

Honey, OK, I'm sorry, it was just an idea.

-Mary Beth, I'm trying, I'm trying.

-I'm an officer of the law...

Here, Mom, you don't have to wait.

-You sure?

-Uh-huh.

-OK.

OK.

Oh!

SHE GASPS

Oh, Michael!

-Oh, that's wonderful.

-I drew it all by myself.

-Hey.

-It's me.

-Yeah?

Yeah, so you don't forget what I look like

when you're in the hospital having the baby.

That's a very smart idea. What a smart kid you are.

Smart kid.

Lieutenant says, if we are going to go undercover,

we have to blend in with our surroundings.

These are the wrong shoes.

These are not Santa Claus shoes, these are elf shoes.

I told you before, it's the busy season. They ran out of your size.

Hey, I offered. But no, you didn't want to be Mrs Santa Claus.

I don't play supporting roles.

I hate this. I really hate it.

Come on, I don't look any better than you do.

Well, maybe a little better.

-To whom, Donner or Blitzen?

-You see, Cagney?

You know what your problem is? You're inappropriately competitive.

Me? You are competitive about breathing, Newman.

I took Psych 101 also, Newman. You know what is wrong with you?

Arrested development. You're stuck somewhere in junior high,

probably because of your height and your lack of popularity with girls.

I'll have you know, Cagney, I have no problem with women

whatsoever, and there is no doubt in my mind's that...

I am more of a feminist than you ever were.

Labels are crutches, Newman, I don't need them.

LAUGHTER

Come on, Cagney, try to assume a more positive attitude.

You know, ho-ho-ho?

I'm trying to be reason, Newman, but this is demeaning.

I'll play the tambourine if you want to play the drums.

-I can't play drums.

-Then play the tambourine, please.

Oh, my God.

Play it again, Santa!

-What's the matter?

-Nothing, just keep playing.

Aren't they cute?!

Come on, Barb, I don't like to encourage people who

commercialise Christmas.

Oh, David, you are so right.

Somebody you know?

Nobody.

Woman sure knows how to dress.

-Are you feeling OK?

-I feel fine.

I'm going to lunch.

Here.

Get me something, OK?

Newman?

Let's clear it up. Start with a four-block area

to the north-west, I'll start with the north-east.

-Yoo-hoo, Cagney!

-Come back here in an hour.

-Unless you find something...

-Up here.

-Hey!

-Cagney!

Hey!

Newman! Is that you, Newman?

Where the hell have you been?

So, when this carton came

crashing down with the word help scrawled on it...

"Help, I'm being held captive," on a Chinese food package?

No, sir, just help. It looked like blood.

Actually, it was plum sauce.

It all happened with the missing Santas.

You remember them, sir, the flute and clarinet players?

-Actually, it all started with Jackson Bell.

-He was a Santa?

No, sir, he was disguised as a janitor.

In the Bronstein Building where the music companies are.

Where Lou Casey had these gold records stolen.

-Lou Casey, he was a Santa.

-No, sir, but you should see his secretary.

-She was a Santa?

-No. See, Lieutenant,

Jackson Bell took the job in the Bronstein Building to get at Lou

Casey, who had stolen the credit and the royalties from all his music.

Like My Christmas Love and Ellie's Song, that was a great record.

Claudia and I used to dance to that.

Yeah, I remember that from senior prom.

I don't want to know about your dancing and I don't want

to know about your prom, I want to know who kidnapped the Santy Clauses.

Cagney, does this make any sense to you?

I'm afraid so, Lieutenant.

All right, so you've got 30 seconds to explain it. Go!

Jackson Bell was recognised by the flute-playing Santa on the corner.

To prevent him from exposing his identity to anybody else who

might alert Casey, Bell kidnapped the flu player.

Now, he kidnapped the clarinet player two days later who

also happen to identify him.

Now, Bell told the men that he had taken the gold records from Casey

to blackmail Casey into publicly acknowledging his authorship.

You see, he feels like he has been cheated, Lieutenant. He wants,

if you'll pardon the expression, to set the record straight.

23 seconds. You hear that, Newman?

Less is more, that is why she is a sergeant.

Oh, Chris, look at it. That is adorable! Look at that.

It's not an official Christmas present. I just...

I saw it and so I picked it up.

Why should I be the only one in a Santa suit?

Oh, I am so sorry I missed that.

It is not funny, Mary Beth. What if David had recognised me?

Huh? A grown man does not go out with bearded women in elf shoes.

LACEY LAUGHS

For that matter, grown men don't go out with space cadets either.

-Oh, Christine, I never heard you like this.

-Bitchy?

-Jealous.

I'm not jealous, Mary Beth. I'm not jealous, I'm irritated.

Here you go, guys, eggnog.

Plain, fancy.

-Thank you, sweetheart.

-Thanks, Harv.

-Hey, Harvey.

-Yeah?

-Wait a minute, you are an objective observer.

I could use a male point of view on this.

-Let me to run something by you.

-Well, sure, I'd be happy to.

-OK.

This is called My Worthy Rival Theory.

Now, let's just assume that I am in a nonexclusive relationship

with a man and I learn that he is going out with another woman,

somebody like Mary Beth or Mother Teresa.

My reaction would be, "I can handle that, they are worthy rivals."

Now then, should I discover that the man is dating a major ditz,

that is insulting to me.

Now, you could drive a convoy of trucks, the holes in that theory.

-Right?

-No, wait a minute.

-Yeah, wait a second.

Chris, in other words, what you are saying is

-if the guy likes this ditz, what does that make you?

-Exactly.

Yeah, but when a woman tells you,

"I like you but I don't want to make a commitment,"

she has given permission to go out with other women, ditz is included.

PHONE RINGS Excuse me.

He's right, Christine.

You are the one who said you didn't want to be exclusive with David,

you can't exactly expect to pick out who he gets out go out with.

Well, it's a new theory, I don't have all the kinks worked out.

I have to go.

-What, already?

-Yes.

-Well...

Hey, thanks again for the play suit, Christine, it's adorable.

Oh, you're welcome. I'm glad you like it.

It's perfect for a boy or a girl.

Well, the both of us appreciate it, and counting Harvey,

that makes three of us.

Listen, Chris, do you mind if I say something here?

It's obvious that you like this David.

So why don't you do something special for him?

I mean, after all the time we have been together,

Harvey and I still like to surprise each other.

You mean like those women who dress up in plastic wrap

-and wait at the door?

-Christine, I'm serious.

Surprises are nice.

Now, take it from a woman who has been married 16 years.

Call it My Surprises Are Nice Theory.

-I'll think about it.

-OK.

-See you.

-Take it slow.

-Bye.

Come here. Come here.

Get into this bathing suit. The kids will do the dishes.

-You found a pool.

-Yeah. That was Mario, do you remember Mario?

-He used to work for me.

-Yes.

Well, he is now a night watchman at the Ashford Towers,

that new co-op.

Well, it is still almost empty and for 100 bucks,

we can have the swimming pool, the indoor one, tonight!

Oh, Harv!

Oh, you are a generous, wonderful man

and I can't let you spend 100 on something like this.

Mary Beth, I want to.

No, Harvey, we have a baby coming, we have doctor bills,

we have Christmas and everything.

And I couldn't enjoy it, Harv.

I love you and I thank you and I'm sorry, I can't.

You are very difficult, Mary Beth, very difficult. What are you doing?

I got to take a bath.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Hey.

-Chris.

Hi.

You said you were working late night,

so I thought you might be hungry.

Oh, Chris, I would invite you in, but it's kind of a bad time.

Timing never stopped us before.

David!

Do you have any mineral water?

Chris, I'm sorry.

-IMITATING HER:

-"No, David doesn't have any mineral water.

"He does have an 81 Bordeaux.

"It's full-bodied."

And mildly amusing.

Forgive me if I don't pour.

No need to apologise, David, we are both two mature, intelligent adults.

Who never have to see each other again!

-'Sergeant, this is Newman.'

-Newman?

'I'm at The Blues Joint, on 149th Street,

'Jackson Bell used to play here in the old days.

'Get up here as soon as you can, I got a hot lead.'

Hot lead, it is almost 11 o'clock.

'I don't care what time it is, this is so good you won't be sorry.'

# I can't buy you diamonds

# Or shiny limousines

# I can't make all fancy dreams come true

# And my gift, it may be simple

# But it is the best that I can do

# To sing this Christmas song

# For you. #

Chris, over here.

# So when the snow is falling

# When the wind blows... #

What took you so long?

This better be as advertised, Newman.

Scotch, please, rocks.

After you left the squad room, I called Rosetta Stone

on the chance she might know something about Jackson Bell.

She had no idea he was working at the Bronstein Building.

-Are you getting to a point?

-Rosetta did know something else, though.

A long time ago when Bell wrote the songs that Casey stole,

he was in love with a woman named Ellie Hendricks.

# I know that you don't care about... #

Hendricks is her professional name, though.

She hasn't used it in years.

All that time she was known as Ellie Casey.

# But someday... #

She's married to Lou Casey?

Rosetta said they separated about a month ago.

But 20 years ago, Casey stole Bell's music and his woman, there is

your motive right there, Cagney.

# But till the day when my ship comes in

# And I can dress you up in furs

# I'll wrap you up in promises and dreams

# I'm going to warm you like a winter fire

# That glows the whole night through

# And sing this Christmas song

# For you, baby

# And sing this Christmas song

# For you. #

She said she hadn't seen Jackson Bell since she got married.

# For you. #

If she hasn't seen Jackson Bell in 20 years,

I'll eat your elf shoes.

OK, one more time!

# Sleep in

# Heavenly peace

# Sleep in heavenly... #

What the hell are you doing here?

What's the matter? She didn't like the Bordeaux?

You see, you are angry.

I'm not angry, I just didn't want to disturb your work.

-I think I should go.

-Not a chance, I want to talk about the case!

-What is he doing here?

-He's my partner.

-I am Detective Jonah Newman.

-Your partner is pregnant!

-Well, not this one.

-I really think I should go.

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh, no, no, no.

I'm leaving first. I don't want to break up

what looks like a really good time.

-We weren't having a really good time.

-I was.

-We were working.

I came over here because I thought you'd be upset.

But I see you didn't waste much time finding back up.

-Do you want me to get that?

-Yeah, what's your excuse?

You make up the rules, Sergeant, you don't want to deal with them?

-Maybe you should get out of the game.

-Fine.

Fine!

I'm so glad we had this chat.

That was Charlie, he said he'll call back later.

-Charlie? As in good time?

-No, Charlie as in father.

-What would a priest be doing calling you at 12:30 the morning?

-My father.

You know what your problem is?

You can't make up your mind what kind of relationship you want.

Well, how about a non-relationship?

Just when you think things can only get worse, they do.

Good night, Newman.

Look at it this way, Chris,

it's pretty funny that he'd be jealous of me.

Good night, Cag.

Sir.

Pick up line one, please.

How are you doing?

Me? Sitting on a rainbow.

When are we going to go see Ellie Hendricks?

She is going to sleep till noon.

-I've got tons of files.

-Would you like a cup of coffee?

Yes, that would be very nice. Thank you, Newman.

Good, because I took the liberty of pouring you a cup. Let me help.

Thank you, Newman.

Court dates, lawyers, how can you have a sane relationship

with a man who argues for a living?

I don't think you can, which is why I thought I'd ask you...

Cagney, what's the story on the d'Alella evidence?

The lab reports will be here this afternoon, Lieutenant.

All right, so get it into me as soon as it comes in.

You got it, Lieutenant.

-I'm sorry, Newman, you were saying?

-Yes...

-You know what burns me?

-The Big Brothers' dinner.

-As a matter fact, Cagney,

that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

He acts as though he is doing me a favour being my date.

Who needs David Keeler anyway, right?

I got plenty of things I can do if he doesn't show up tonight.

I have presents to wrap and eggs to nog.

Things that they do not require the services of an attorney.

Or you could go with someone else.

All right!

She said yes, she is going to go to the dance with me.

I can't believe it, Rosetta Stone. I mean even her name is beautiful.

I get the feeling, though, I've heard the name somewhere before.

Petrie, where is Petrie? Marcus! Petrie!

-Speaking of asking...

-Cagney, Newman, you got a visitor.

Detective, I lied to you last night.

I have seen Jackson Bell, he has been hiding in my dressing room,

and he also stole the financial books from Clio Records,

and they show how Lou has been cheating on his income tax

-all of these years.

-Of course, he only took the gold records

to let Casey know who it was.

And now he has gone to the record company to see Lou

and I'm afraid they're liable to kill each other.

SIRENS

All right, out of the way, please. Please, out of the way.

-Out of the way.

-Stop him, he's crazy!

-Keep singing!

-Get back, please!

-Put the gun down.

Put the gun down!

-Ain't nobody going to get hurt.

-Not if you put the gun down.

Let the man finish my song for the TV folks

and then I will turn myself in.

Keep dancing.

-The only person you are hurting is yourself.

-No, ma'am.

I'm all the hurt I'll ever be.

It took me 20 years to get angry enough to stand up for myself,

and now I will do with Lou Casey.

His crooked books in return to put my name on the gold records.

That's all.

-And then he pulled his gun on me.

-What about the books, Jackson?

-Where are the books?

-What do you think he's dancing on?

# This Christmas song. #

-Now, are you satisfied?

-Mr Bell, please.

You done good, Lou.

-You get all that?

-You bet, Mr Bell.

Put the gun down now, Mr Bell, please.

I did what I had to do, baby.

Mr Bell, you have the right to remain silent.

You give up the right to remain silent, anything...

Oh, baby, it's going to be all right. I did what I had to do.

Excuse me, Miss Casey, if you could just step away for just a moment.

That's good. Just step away for just a moment while I...

This is a really weird time to say this, Mr Bell,

but I really love your music and it is an honour to meet you.

Ha-ha. Man, it ain't never the wrong time to hear that.

# So when the snow is falling

# When the wind blows cold

# I'll wrap you up in promises and dreams

# And I'll warm you like the winter fire

KNOCK ON DOOR # That glows the whole night through

# And sing this Christmas song

# For you. #

-Hi.

-What are you doing here?

Whatever happened to "you look nice"?

You look nice.

Come on in.

Don't tell me I got the wrong night.

Too early?

To tell you the truth, I wasn't expecting you.

Do I look like the kind of man who would miss a Christmas

benefit with a bunch of cops?

Uh-huh.

Well... Maybe I do.

But do I look like the kind of man who would miss a night out with you?

I wasn't sure.

I wouldn't.

How long before you are ready?

30 minutes if you'll leave me alone.

20 if you leave off the beard?

Although I liked the elf shoes.

They were a nice touch.

# I can't buy you diamonds

# Or shiny limousines

# I can't make all fancy dreams come true

# My gift, it may be simple

# But it's the best that I can do

# To sing this Christmas song

# For you

# But till that day my ships comes in

# And I can dress you up in furs

# I'll wrap you up in promises and dreams

# And I warmly like a winter fire

# That glows the whole night through

# And sing this Christmas song

# For you

# And sing this Christmas song

# For you. #

The DA thinks he's going to get off with probation. Look.

That's good to hear.

You know, I used to dance to Jackson Bell's music in high school.

They are really slow dances.

Oh, yeah?

I like the slow dances.

Good.