Miracle On 34th Street Page #6

I need some more Wanamakers.

Yes, I know just what you want.

We don't carry that brand,

but I think Gimbels does.

Let me see. Yes, here it is.

I thought I noticed it before.

Looks like

an exceptional bargain.

Yes, it does. Thank you.

Not at all.

Why didn't one of you

think of this idea?

It's the greatest

goodwill policy I ever heard of.

Every shopper

in New York City...

suddenly thinks of Macy

as a benevolent soul...

thinking only of the welfare

of the public.

And what does that make Gimbel?

Nothing but a profiteering

moneygrubber.

Two can play at this game.

From now on, if we haven't got

what the customer wants...

send him back to Macy's.

And what's more, we'll do

the same thing in our stores...

in Philadelphia,

Milwaukee, and Pittsburgh.

Get to work on it right away.

So, Gimbel's doing it

in Philadelphia...

Pittsburgh, and Milwaukee, eh?

And very successfully.

Well, we can cover

the country, too.

Notify our stores

in San Francisco...

Atlanta, Toledo, and Newark

to get going right away.

All right, Mr. Macy.

- Look this way, Mr. Gimbel.

- Hold it, Mr. Gimbel.

One more.

That's fine.

Now we'll take some

at my store.

Just a minute.

I have something I'd like

to give our friend here.

This is a little something

to show my appreciation...

for all you've done.

Thank you, Mr. Macy.

Ooh! That's very kind of you.

I didn't think

you were that generous.

That's a bit of money.

What are you going

to do with it?

Well, I have a friend.

A doctor.

He's been very kind to me.

He needs an x-ray machine.

I don't think

that's going to be enough.

I'll make up the difference.

Buy it through the store.

Get 10% discount.

I can get it for cost.

Good night, Susan.

Good night, Cleo.

Like me to sing you

a good night song?

If you want to.

Doesn't your mother

ever sing to you at night?

Uh-uh. Why should she?

Oh, no reason.

I just think it's kind of nice.

- Do you like "Market"?

- All right.

To market, to market

to buy a fat pig

Home again, home again,

jiggidy jig

To market, to market

to buy a fat hog

Home again, home again,

jiggidy...

Amazing.

Do you happen

to have a spare piece?

Mm-hmm.

Well, here goes.

Oh!

- Hello, Alfred.

- Hello, Kris.

How about a game

of checkers after lunch?

Leave us not today.

I don't feel like it.

Oh? What's the matter?

Nothing. Nothing.

Something is wrong.

What is it?

Well,

remember I was telling you...

how I like to play Santa

at the "Y" on Christmas...

and give out packages

to the young kids?

I was telling that

to Mr. Sawyer, see...

and he says that's very bad.

Sawyer. You mean, uh...

That's the one.

He's a psychologist.

Ohh,

that's a debatable poin...

Why is it bad, does he say?

He says guys who dress

like Santa Claus, see...

and give presents away...

do it because

when they was young...

they must have

did something bad...

and they feel guilty about it.

So now they do something

they think is good...

to make up for it.

It's what he calls

a guilt complex.

How old are you, Alfred?

Seventeen.

Seventeen.

Doesn't seem you've had time

to be guilty of anything...

except overeating.

It's nothing to laugh about.

It's pretty serious, he says.

It's a lot of rubbish, Alfred.

Don't listen.

Oh, he knows

what he's talking about.

He's been studying that stuff

for a long time.

Well, what's the basis

of this guilt complex...

you're supposed to have?

Does he say that?

Well, he ain't found out yet.

It's probably way down

inside of me someplace, see?

Maybe something that happened

when I was a baby, he says.

It takes time,

but he'll do it, he says.

You mean

you're going to him again?

Sure.

I go every day after lunch.

Oh, he don't soak me nothin'.

He's doing it for free

'cause I'm an interesting case.

Yes.

What else has he found

wrong with you, Alfred?

Anything else?

No. Oh, just

that I hate my father.

I didn't know it,

but he says I do.

And he sees you every day?

Yeah. I say anything

that comes into my head.

Excuse me, Alfred.

A few things

have just come into my head...

and I'm going to say them.

Why are you busting in here?

Are you a licensed psychiatrist?

What business is it of yours?

I have great respect

for psychiatry...

and great contempt for amateurs

who go around practicing it.

You have no more right

to analyze Alfred...

than a dentist has

to remove a gallbladder!

I beg your pardon.

Your job here, I gather,

is to give intelligence tests.

Passing yourself off

as a psychologist.

You ought to be horsewhipped...

taking a normal, impressionable

boy like Alfred...

and filling him with complexes.

I'm better equipped

to judge that than you are.

Just because the boy

wants to be kind to children...

you tell him

he has a guilt complex.

Sharing his delusion,

you couldn't understand.

Alfred's definitely maladjusted,

and I'm helping.

Maladjusted?!

You talk about maladjusted.

It seems to me the patient

is running the clinic here.

I won't stand...

Leave this office immediately.

Now either

you stop analyzing Alfred...

or I go straight to Mr. Macy...

and tell him what a contemptible

fraud you are.

Leave or I'll call security.

There's only one way

to handle a man like you.

You won't listen to reason.

You're heartless.

You have no humanity.

Are you going to leave?

Yes.

- Kris.

- Mr. Sawyer!

Mr. Sawyer,

are you all right?

Look at that bump!

Mr. Sawyer...

He's unconscious!

Better get a wet towel.

No, better get a doctor.

You must have done

something to him.

I tell you

we were merely talking...

but when I mentioned Santa Claus

and attacked his delusion...

he became violent.

I told you he had

latent maniacal tendencies.

Well, I think this proves it.

Have Dr. Pierce

give him another examination.

Dr. Pierce...

He doesn't know anything

about this sort of thing.

He's a general practitioner.

You must admit

this is rather serious.

Perhaps we'd better get

a competent psychiatrist.

But he's taken dozens

of those examinations...

and passed them all 100%.

It's possible

his condition has changed.

I don't think

we can take any chances.

I can't see any harm in it.

If he passes the test,

he can return to work at once...

and if he doesn't,

it's better if we find out.

You better have

the examination right away...

before he tells Mr. Ma...

before Mr. Macy finds out.

Oh, my, yes.

You explain to Mr. Kringle.

After all, you're his friend.

I won't do it.

I've grown very fond of him.

This would be like telling him

I thought he was insane.

You don't call this

acting normal, do you?

Of course I don't...

but there are thousands

of elderly who aren't normal.

This will hurt Kris deeply,

and I don't want to do it!

That wouldn't be fair to him.

I'll tell him the truth.

I believe in being truthful

with people.

If he sees me

or you mention psychiatrist...

it's more or less attacking

his delusion again.

He's apt to become violent.

But in front of the children?

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