Miracle On 34th Street Page #10

indicate an efficiently run

organization.

United States postal laws

and regulations...

make it a criminal offense

to willfully misdirect mail...

or intentionally deliver it

to the wrong party.

Consequently...

the Department uses

every possible precaution.

The state of New York

admires the Post Office.

It is efficient, authoritative,

and prosperous.

We're happy to concede

Mr. Gailey's claims.

For the record?

For the record.

Anything to get this case going.

Then I want

to introduce this evidence.

I'll take them, please.

I have three letters

addressed simply "Santa Claus."

No other address whatsoever.

Yet these were just now

delivered to Mr. Kringle...

by bona fide employees

of the Post Office.

I offer them

as positive proof that...

Uh, three letters

are hardly positive proof.

I understand the Post Office

receives thousands of these.

I have further exhibits,

but I hesitate to produce them.

We'll be very happy to see them.

Yes, yes.

Produce them, Mr. Gailey.

Put them here on my desk.

But, Your Honor...

Put them here on the desk.

Put them here.

Yes, Your Honor.

Your Honor!

Your Honor!

Your Honor...

every one of these letters

is addressed to Santa Claus.

The Post Office

has delivered them.

Therefore, the Post Office...

a branch

of the federal government...

recognizes this man,

Kris Kringle...

to be the one-and-only

Santa Claus!

Since the United States

government...

declares this man

to be Santa Claus...

this court will not dispute it.

Case dismissed.

I've got to get

that football helmet!

Thank you so much,

Your Honor...

and a very merry Christmas

to you.

Thank you, Mr. Kringle,

and the same to you.

Thank you.

Kris.

I had to wait to tell you.

I got your note.

It made me very happy.

Oh, I'm so glad.

We're having

a big Christmas party...

at the Brooks' Home

tomorrow morning.

Breakfast, a beautiful tree.

I'd like to have you and Susan.

Oh, thank you.

There's no one I'd rather

spend Christmas with.

Would you like

to come to dinner tonight?

Tonight? Oh, I can't.

It's Christmas Eve.

Oh, I forgot.

Bye.

Oh, my dear sir...

you know my assistant Alfred,

Mr. Macy?

Merry Christmas, Alfred.

Mr. Macy!

Hello, Alfred.

Mr. Macy!

Kris, all I can say

is the state supreme court...

declared you

to be Santa Claus...

and personally

and professionally...

I agree with them.

But there are lots

of presents there for you.

Not the one I wanted.

Not the one Mr. Kringle

was going to get for me.

Well, what was that?

It doesn't matter.

I didn't get it.

I knew it wouldn't be here...

but I thought

there'd be a letter.

I don't suppose

you even want to talk to me.

Something about a present.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry, Suzie.

I tried my best, but...

You couldn't get it

because you're not Santa.

You're just a nice old man

with whiskers...

like my mother said...

and I shouldn't have

believed you.

I was wrong

when I told you that.

You must believe in Mr. Kringle

and keep right on doing it.

You must have faith in him.

But he didn't get me the...

That doesn't make sense, Mommy.

Faith is believing in things...

when common sense

tells you not to.

Huh?

Just because things

don't turn out...

the way you want them to

the first time...

you've still got to believe

in people.

I found that out.

You mean like...

"If at first you don't succeed,

try, try again"?

Yes.

I thought so.

May I drive you home?

Thank you.

If you'll go this way,

you'll miss a lot of traffic.

You go along Maplewood

until you've come to Ashley...

I believe. I believe.

It's silly, but I believe.

Thanks, Kris.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you.

And to you, my dear,

and many of them.

Good-bye, my dear.

Good-bye, Mrs. Walker.

Good-bye, Alfred.

Good-bye, Suzie.

This must be the turn here.

That's right. Ashley.

Now you go straight

for four blocks.

I believe. I believe.

Stop, Uncle Fred! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Suzie!

Suzie!

Suzie, where are you going?

What is she doing?

- Suzie!

- Suzie!

Suzie, where are you?

I'm upstairs!

You shouldn't run around

in other people's houses.

You know better than that.

But this is my house,

the one I asked Mr. Kringle for.

It is! I know it is!

My room upstairs is like

I knew it would be!

You were right, Mommy.

Mommy said if things

don't turn out right at first...

you've still got to believe.

I kept believing.

You were right, Mommy!

Mr. Kringle is Santa Claus!

Where are you going?

To see if there's a swing!

There is one! There is one!

You told her that?

The sign outside

said it's for sale.

We can't let her down.

I never really doubted you.

It was just

my silly common sense.

It even makes sense

to believe in me now.

I must be a pretty good lawyer.

I take a little old man...

and legally prove

that he's Santa Claus.

Now, you know that...

Oh, no. It can't be.

It must have been left

by the people that moved out.

Maybe.

Maybe I didn't do such

a wonderful thing after all.

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