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[Festive music]
[Amy exhales]
[Phone dialling]
[Festive music fades]
[Phone buzzes]
EMMA: Hey, Amy!
AMY: Hey, sis! How's Tinseltown?
Mm. Do you really wanna know?
Is it warm?
[Emma laughs] Again, do you really want me to answer that?
Yeah, good point. It's minus two degrees here. Celsius.
It's below freezing, Em. [Amy laughs]
Hey, look, I would love to chat, but
I have got to go to work in like two minutes so can we speak later?
It's okay, I'll be quick.
(AMY): I'm getting married!
[Gentle, whimsical music]
Come again?
(AMY): Harry proposed! We're getting married!
(AMY): On Christmas Eve!
Are you pranking me?
(AMY): No, Em, I'm being serious.
Feel free to express joy.
No! It's- sorry, there's just a lot to unpack there, uh-
(EMMA): Christmas eve?!
Yeah! Two weeks!
Which brings me onto my next question...
Amy-
(AMY): Ems, I need you. As a sister, but also as
Emma Taylor, events planner extraordinaire!
(EMMA): I need some context here.
You and Harry have been together for, like, a year.
[Mimicking Emma's accent] "Congratulations, Amy.
I'm so excited for you. I'm packing my bags right now."
[Amy laughs]
(EMMA): Hey, you know I'm happy if you're happy, I just...
Why the rush?
(AMY): We're in love. It's romantic.
(AMY): Look, I stand by both of those things but I will explain everything
when you get here, just please... say you will get here?
(EMMA): I've never even been to the UK before and now
you want me to get on a flight to a new place where it's snowing
and plan your whirlwind wedding in, like, two weeks?!
Don't make me play the maid of honour card.
[Whimsical music builds]
[Laptop keys clacking]
[Footsteps] (NINA): Hi, honey!
Hi, mom.
[Music fades]
[Concerned] Do you want to tell me what's going on?
Y'know, I woke up to 300 emails this morning. 300!
Did you know that Christmas is the busiest time of the year for events?
Well, how could I forget? You remind me every year.
So not only did I have to go through those 300 emails
but I also had to tell all of our current and potential clients
that I'm deserting them at the most important time of the year so I can
fly across the Atlantic because Amy decided to get married in two weeks.
Amy's getting married? That's so exciting!
Is it exciting? Or is it impulsive?
You know what Amy's like, I mean- I love her, she's amazing, but...
[Scolding] Emma...
I know, I know, okay? But this is classic Amy.
Act first, think later.
(NINA): Listen, that's your opinion.
But what matters is that you should be there for your sister!
You know, for a half sister, she drives me completely crazy.
Well, it's about time you went to England. They've come to LA often enough.
[Dramatic music starts]
Wait, are Oliver Halbrand Hotels based in the UK?
I've been trying to get them as a client for months!
They're exactly the type of big client that we need.
(NINA): Oh, yeah, their HQ is there and Oliver lives in London.
(EMMA): This is perfect! If I can get him to come to the wedding
he could see my style and my ability at first hand!
(NINA): Well, if anybody can put a wedding together in two weeks, you can.
[Emma typing]
Is he gonna want to go to your sister's wedding, though?
(NINA): I mean, it is kinda weird.
Hey, an event's an event.
(EMMA): Are you sure you're going to be okay without me?
I've pinned all of the clients who have events this week
and colour coordinated everything that still needs doing, with the emails I've-
[Interrupting] I'm gonna be fine.
I love you, mom.
I love you, too, honey.
[Dramatic music builds]
[Suitcase wheels dragging]
[Music turns whimsical]
[Knocking]
[More knocking]
[Emma muttering]
[Phone pings]
[Emma groans] Ugh!
Hi, Oliver! I'm just following up on our call, it's Emma Taylor.
I've just touched down in the UK for that event on the 24th.
I would love it if you could come so I can introduce myself properly
and to see if we can do business together. I look forward to hearing from you.
[Emma sighs]
[Festive music]
[Suitcase wheels dragging]
[Festive music continues]
[Music fades]
(AMY): Hey, stranger!
EMMA: Hey!
AMY: What, couldn't get a taxi? Come on, let's go inside!
[Crunching footsteps]
[Both out of breath]
I did get a cab to the cottage where you live, where we were supposed to meet!
(AMY): Sorry... I got inspired and I wanted to come down here
and start working on a new idea for a candle range!
And you couldn't do that at home? Saving my feet and my sanity in the process?
There's just something magical here that helps me get in the zone.
[Whimsical, festive music starts] (AMY): Look, come and sit by the fire
and I'm gonna make you a hot chocolate. Or, as you would say...
A hot cocoa! That'll warm you up.
Hey! Welcome to England! [Amy laughs]
[Festive music builds]
[Fire crackling]
[Fire crackling and background market chatter]
Whoa! Man, that was so close.
I'm gonna have to ask you to pay for that.
[Stuttering] What? Why? I didn't even drop it!
(EMMA): It's still in one piece!
Even so, there'll be fingerprints all over it. I don't know what the policy is in the US
but here in England, touching a product is as good as a promise to purchase it.
Well, I don't actually have any cash on me, but this is my sister's stall, so I'm...
(EMMA): Wait, are you... (DYLAN): Sorry. I heard the accent
and I couldn't resist the classic fish out of water prank.
This is from Amy. She got distracted talking to a man selling scarves
so sent me over with this for her sister. Who I'm really hoping is you?
And you're... Harry!
Dylan. Amy's business partner. Well, sort of.
Huh! I would have thought with the love of pranks
you were the spontaneous wedding partner.
Here you go.
Does Amy want me to have a heart attack?
AMY: Well, I'm very glad to hear she's feeling better!
[Emma sighs]
AMY: I'm so sorry! Did Dylan give you the hot chocolate?
I got distracted talking to Larry!
EMMA: Hey, Larry. Amy, my toes are about to fall off.
Can you please not get distracted long enough that we can find
an actual heater in the actual indoors? Like our original plan before
you abandoned me to the cold? AMY: Yes, of course.
But did you drink the hot chocolate?
Because that should have warmed you up a little bit.
No, I did not drink that explosion of sugar. Or should I say eat it?
It was way too substantial to be a drink!
[Amy laughs] I'm glad you're here.
(EMMA): You're delusional.
[Festive music]
AMY: I'm glad somebody's enjoying it. DYLAN: Waste not, want not!
(AMY): Emma, this is Dylan.
We've met, not-Harry.
No, but he is Harry's best man.
Let's try this again. I'm Emma, I'm Amy's half sister.
Pleasure to meet you Emma the half sister.
AMY: Okay, let's get you home. Let's get you warm.
Yes, please. Bags, we need bags.
(AMY): Bye! DYLAN: See ya.
[Festive music fades]
(AMY): And then Harry got down on one knee right in front of the Eiffel Tower.
It started snowing and honestly, Em, it was like something out of a film.
That does sound amazing.
When you know, you know, right?
Well, I mean, I definitely don't. But yeah, that's what they say.
We didn't want to wait to have the wedding.
And Christmas is our favourite time of year and it means
the whole family can be around. We want something beautiful but intimate.
Something really special, you know? Like if you could bottle up the magic
and spirit of Christmas and just sprinkle it on everything.
(HARRY): That's what we want the wedding to feel like.
(AMY): But Harry's an accountant.
And even though Amy's an artist, neither of us really know the first thing
about planning a normal event let alone a wedding.
So I thought we'd bring in the big guns.
The big guns being me.
Bingo.
(HARRY): But we know it's a lot so Dylan's on hand for anything you need.
(HARRY): Amy said you two met earlier at the Christmas market?
Oh, yeah, yeah we met briefly.
He's a great guy, and I'm still working in London
until the 22nd so I'm only around at the weekends to help out.
(HARRY): I'm just so glad you're gonna be here for Amy.
I know having a sister around right now means everything.
EMMA: Mhm.
[Fire crackling gently]
Could you make us a drink, Harry?
Sure! Hot chocolate? Extra cream and marshmallows?
Sure, thank you so much.
[Melancholic music starts]
[Amy pats the sofa]
[They both sigh]
AMY: Go on.
Okay but don't hate me. I have to ask you this
because I'm your sister and I love you.
You're obviously dying to say something.
You're 26, Amy. You have your whole life ahead of you.
And I can't help but feel like you're rushing into this.
I know you're creative and free spirited and sometimes a little impulsive, but
I just-- I just need to be sure that you're not going into this
for the wrong reasons. Marriage is a big deal.
So here's the thing. I love Harry so much.
I literally can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
I get that, but--
(AMY): And I'm pregnant.
[Nervous] Em?
[Stuttering] I'm so, so happy for you.
I know that you've always wanted to be a mom, I just-
I just don't see why that means you have to get married.
I know I don't have to get married. I want to get married.
(AMY): Look, our family isn't exactly traditional.
You can say that again.
And I guess I always thought I would do things in a more ordered way.
You know, get married and then have a family.
Amy, you're like the least ordered person I know.
(EMMA): I mean, don't get me wrong that terrifies me half the time, but
you should know better than anyone that there's no right way to do things.
I mean, okay, sure, we don't have a regular family dynamic
but that never stopped us from making it work right?
Mum and dad don’t actually know yet and I would really appreciate it
if you could just keep it between the two of us. Just for now.
I want to focus just to be on the wedding.
(EMMA): Of course. But, I--
(HARRY): One hot chocolate for you?
[Lighthearted music]
[Loud bang] [Emma groans in pain]
[Emma sighs] (EMMA): Headed out early
to set up stall, but help yourself.
[Emma mutters] Coffee, coffee, coffee...
[Cupboard doors slamming]
(EMMA): Nope. Here we eat actual food.
[Emma sighs]
[Cupboard doors slam]
[Footsteps]
[Emma taps her foot]
[Sniffing]
[Lighthearted music continues]
[Emma sighs]
Two hours. That's why I'm the best!
[Phone buzzes and pings]
[Hurried footsteps]
[Emma muttering] Aw, man...
[Conversation not audible]
[Lighthearted music fades]
EMMA: Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't the idea to sell your wares
to the general public and not ice them away from your stall?
Is that why you needed me to buy that glass ball?
Look, I really don't need-- [Dylan laughs]
I get it now. You're grumpy 'cause you look like a small child
that's been forced to wear an outfit they've stolen from their parents.
[Emma scoffs]
[Sarcastic] Has anyone ever told you you're, like, really funny?
I'm not so good with people. That's Amy's job.
(DYLAN): Which gets harder with every hot chocolate she drinks
and every subsequent toilet break she takes.
Well, it makes sense.
Why? Does hot chocolate have an adverse effect on one's bladder?
(EMMA): Never mind. I'm actually really glad I ran into you.
I hear you're on hand for wedding prep assistance?
EMMA: Great!
[Crunching footsteps]
[Book slams]
(EMMA): Okay. First thing's first we need to tie down the venue.
And then we need to send out the invites tomorrow.
I'll obviously need your steer on that because I don't know anyone around here.
Then we'll look into the order of events. I mean, do we want a three course meal?
Do we want buffet catering? Or will canapes and champagne be okay?
I mean, that's even before we've gotten into the details
of the decorations, the speeches, the gifts-- Yes?
Have you put any thought at all into what Amy and Harry actually want?
What do you mean?
(DYLAN): Well this is all very...
Soulless.
Excuse me? Okay, I've arranged some of the most high profile weddings in LA!
Okay? Everything here is exactly as it should be.
It's very important to me that this goes well.
Fine. Happy to be your silent gofer, ma'am.
Great, okay. First order of business, the venue. Let's go.
I better check Amy will be okay without me.
Oh, great plan. Actually, she said that we were
gonna meet with Dad, Lucy, and their mom...
-Megan? -Right. At the pub.
-Sounds fun. -Yeah! Yeah, should be.
[Mischievous music]
-Come on then, Batman. -Batman?
Yeah, Batman and Robin. The killer wedding planner duo.
-Yeah, I don't love that. -Sherlock and Watson?
Emma: Who? [Dylan groans]
I'm kidding! Come on!
[Festive music]
DYLAN: This the kind of thing you had in mind?
Are you kidding me? This is insane!
It's perfect! Do you know the owners?
DYLAN: Yeah actually, my parents.
EMMA: Seriously?! Do you think they'd let us use this space?
Because it is exactly what I was picturing.
DYLAN: It's okay. I don't think we'll need to ask them.
We'll be okay to use it. EMMA: Are you sure?
DYLAN: Yeah, sure, not a problem.
And I know Amy and Harry love this space too.
EMMA: Well, I can see why, it is perfect! Good job, Watson!
Okay, what we're gonna need to do is map out this entire area
so that we know what we're working with.
Chair's going down there. Dance space over there.
Oh, maybe a grand piano here for the music?
And then obviously we're gonna have to try to figure out a place
to do the speeches 'cause you can't have that
in the same room as the ceremony.
(EMMA): Dylan, this is perfect!
[Festive music]
[Chatter of pub patrons]
(AMY): Hi! EMMA: Hi, Dad.
PETER: Hi, squirt! It's so good to see you!
No premature frown lines from overworking yourself, that is good.
That's only 'cause they have very easy access to Botox in LA, dad.
Hey, when you get to 30, you'll be begging me for the good stuff.
PETER: Not on my watch.
EMMA: Hey, Lucy.
PETER: Go on, squirt, Give your big sister a hug.
Aw, so you do have limbs, huh?
[Lucy laughs] Two arms and two legs.
Very long legs! How tall are you?
I'm 1.3 metres.
She's 4 ft 3.
Oh! Hey, you know when I was small dad used to mark my height on the wall.
[Lucy laughs] He does that with me too.
Ugh, you know what really used to annoy me?
[Mimicking Peter] "Stop growing up so fast!"
(EMMA): Oh, God, I hated that!
I wanted to grow so bad, and I thought that dad was actually
slowing me down by saying that. [Laughter]
What a lucky man I am. All three of my girls together.
Ahem. Four girls.
And I am so happy to finally meet you, Megan, officially.
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry! Mum? Emma. Emma, Mum.
EMMA: Hi! MEGAN: It's very lovely to meet you.
(EMMA): So, Lucy...
What are your hopes and dreams? Your goals and ambitions?
Why have you never been to England before?
Oh, uh- Well, I have a business and sometimes it gets a little busy.
LUCY: Too busy to come and visit? Ever?
You know what? You're right. I should get better at that.
PETER: Okay...
AMY: Oh, dad, I'll just have the same as Lucy, thanks.
PETER: My mulled wine buddy! You feeling alright, love?
Hey, you know what, dad? I will take Amy's as well.
(EMMA): Hopefully it will send me to sleep.
[Whispering] Jetlag sucks!
[They laugh] [Phone buzzes]
Oh, I'm so sorry. Two minutes.
(OLIVER): Emma! Oliver Halbrand.
Oh, hi Oliver! It is so great to hear from you!
Just a quick call to let you know that I would be delighted to attend your event.
Yes, that is so great to hear. I will see you there.
(OLIVER): See you there. EMMA: Okay!
[Festive music]
Wow! Now this is more like it.
I don't know what you were trying to feed me yesterday, but it was so gross.
Oh, you tried the black pudding then, huh?
EMMA: What is that?! AMY: Oh, you don't wanna know.
It was so great to finally meet Lucy.
(AMY): Oh, she's so sweet! Meeting you is literally
all she's talked about since Saturday.
I feel so bad I never met her before.
Oh, it's okay, Em. We all know how busy you are.
(AMY): I'm just glad you're here for this. It means the world to me, you know.
So you'll be okay by yourself on the stall if I steal Dylan today?
Of course. (EMMA): I'm so sorry.
I forgot that Harry wasn't going to be around, and--
Just... Don't overdo it, okay? (AMY): Emma Taylor.
If I wanted to be babied, I would have told Mum and Dad already.
Pregnant or not, I am perfectly capable of running a Christmas market stall by myself for a day.
Okay, gotcha. I can't help it, I don't get to be the overprotective sister very often.
And what do you have planned for today?
(EMMA): Well, that's for me to know and for you to get excited about.
[Festive music]
[Emma gasps] EMMA: Good timing! Thank you.
-I have a question for you. -I thought I was Sherlock?
Can I ask my question? (EMMA): Shoot.
How come we've never met before?
Well, unless you'd been to LA we wouldn't have.
So you've never actually been to the UK? Your family's here!
(DYLAN): Amy, Peter-- EMMA: My dad, yeah.
I live in LA with my mom. Amy lives here and I've just
never made it over before. Dad and Amy come to LA once a year.
(EMMA): But actually, I hadn't met Lucy until last night.
She was always in school when they visited.
So Lucy, she's your... (EMMA): Half sister too, yeah.
Obviously a lot younger. We don't have the typical family layout.
And you've never met her?
[Defensive] Well, we've face-timed a tonne, but not in real life, no.
(EMMA): I'm just always so busy with work, you know, and just...
Never really made it over here.
Also, you know, it's kinda nerve-wracking
being the American sister who's only ever existed on screen.
[Melancholic music]
Can I offer a word of advice?
(DYLAN): Family's family. No matter how typical or atypical it is.
You shouldn't let that pass you by.
You know what? I think we have everything we need here.
I think we should head back to the cottage
and see what we should do next.
DYLAN: Okay. Sure.
[Melancholy music fades into festive music]
AMY: Lovely-- Hi! Thank you so much for coming!
Everything is selling like hotcakes and I cannot keep up with making more
and serving the customers at the same time!
PETER: I'm so proud of you!
You’re running all this on your own, you got a wedding coming up, it’s a lot!
AMY: Well, that’s why Emma’s here, dad. She’s already sorted the venue and...
she’s booked Shirley as the officiant. I think- I think Dylan’s helping her but
they’ve already got most of it planned out. She’s honestly like a machine.
PETER: That’s exactly what I worry about.
-Thanks, dad! -Okay, so where are we?
Some of these and some of these. Let's go.
[Music fades]
EMMA: This worked beautifully at a wedding I did in LA.
[Fire crackling gently]
DYLAN: Okay.
Explain to me why I’m needed again?
Hey! Don’t put yourself down. You’ve been a very useful gofer.
Well, clearly you’re better suited at planning every single detail by yourself.
Oh, no decent events planner would try to do everything by themselves.
It’s impossible to host a good event solo. It takes a team to pull off something like this.
A team, huh? So, am I allowed an opinion on anything
that might involve what Amy and Harry are gonna actually want?
-Absolutely not. -Figured.
No SOS calls from Amy.
What is your role in her business, exactly?
Well believe it or not I do actually love arts and crafts.
Hence all the decorations in the hall. [Slow festive music starts]
My mum always used to encourage me to focus on what I loved to do.
But my dad thought a business mind was more important.
So I help Amy’s business, I run the Christmas market-
Whoa, wait, you run the Christmas market? Like, you own it?
But you can’t even talk to the customers! DYLAN: Yeah, thanks for that.
I like to give the community a chance to connect over Christmas, but...
Well, I’m always running scared that someone might actually ask how I am, and...
Well, I’ll have to actually tell them. EMMA: I totally get that.
[Music fades]
That's the one for you. Thank you! Thanks, come again!
[Overlapping chatter]
[Generic chatter]
[Slow music]
(EMMA): Hey! AMY: Hey!
PETER: Have I told you how amazing it is to have you here?
Yes, dad, you have. Love you. So where's Lucy?
Oh, she didn’t wanna come.
I don’t understand why she’s being so coy.
She was so excited to meet you.
Oh, it's fine. Y'know, it’s gonna take a while for me to get used to it as well.
I’m gonna grab a drink. Either of you want anything?
(DYLAN): Let me guess, hot chocolate? And for the American? Coffee?
Ah, I thought you’d never ask. Ooh...
Today was insane. I have never known it this busy.
That’s so great, Amy.
How’s everything been going on your end?
(EMMA): All good. It’s invite day tomorrow.
Have I told you how much I love you?
[Festive music]
[Paper rustling]
Do you want these invites to look like someone just threw them together?
I think you’d need to be some kind of
professional graphic designer to do justice to this image of yours.
Look at this. Classic, simple, effective.
Sure, it’s a li’l rough around the edges but at least it has a colour palette.
-Can I offer some pointers? -If you must.
So, for the wedding itself, you’ve got this gold, silver, cream, white theme going on.
I think the invites should reflect that, but with a handmade touch.
-That feels like Amy to me. -Yeah, but, uh? Not too handmade?
With a smart edge. That feels like Harry.
Maybe we should get the others involved?
If Lucy and Megan can make some stencils, Harry and Amy
can come up with some font styles and any picture elements they want
and then you can focus on getting the structure of the invite sorted.
And what would your role be in all of this?
Guest list. Got it from Harry.
Gonna make sure we have enough wedding invites.
Wow. You just got everything worked out, don’t ya?
-You know it, Watson. -I’m sorry, did you just demote me?
Okay, I guess I’m calling in the troops.
If you can relinquish control for that long.
I can try.
[Footsteps]
[To herself] Emma, what are you doing?
DYLAN: All good? EMMA: Mhm.
I dunno about you, but I’m exhausted!
I’m glad we could help with the invites in the end. Did they all get posted?
Signed, sealed, and delivered. Where's Dylan?
More importantly, where’s Harry?
DYLAN: Voila!
[Emma gasps] Did you bake those?!
Em, he’s been gone for, like, ten minutes. [Dylan laughs]
Alas, these are supermarket’s finest. But I thought the tray and the apron
would sell it more. I could totally bake these if I wanted to.
-Oh, sure you could. -Oh, no, it's true.
Dylan is in fact, a master baker.
Invite making, cookie baking... any other hidden talents?
-The name game. -What is the name game?
-Okay, uh... right, um- -Rasputin!
-Some kind of bearded guy? -Charles Darwin!
Charles Darwin?! No! No! Uh-
-SANTA! -FATHER CHRISTMAS!
DYLAN: Yes! EMMA: I said it first!
-No chance! -What?!
(DYLAN): And on that note, I think it’s time that I go home.
Noo! Harry just texted, his train got delayed but he’ll be here any minute.
Aw, I know, I know, but it is getting late, so I shall thank you for the hospitality
and I will see you tomorrow. EMMA: I’ll, uh, show you out.
Well, condolences on your first name game loss.
Uhh... I wouldn’t say I lost, exactly.
(EMMA): Maybe you should stick to buying cookies and passing them off as your own.
-So I guess I’ll see you later then? -See you later.
[Lighthearted music]
[Knocking] Not today.
[Emma hums a tune]
[Music fades]
(EMMA): Hey! Where is everyone?
DYLAN: Good morning to you, too. EMMA: And?
There was a talent show emergency.
Talent show?
Yeah, we do this talent show for the kids in the village every year
last Sunday before Christmas. Just a bit of fun.
Aw, I love things like that! Can I help plan it?
Uh, it’s actually not really your style. It’s very last minute, slapdash.
Hey, I can do last minute.
(DYLAN): It’s actually only for people in the village.
[Blunt] Sorry.
[Hurt] Oh, yeah. Sure. No, I’m... I’m just passing through.
[Footsteps]
Right, I’ve gotta take Lucy home for a bit.
She’s so excited about the talent show, Dyl.
Are you okay to man the fort for a while? I’ll be back in about an hour.
Of course, we’ll sort the invites and then deliver them when you get back.
You’re the best.
[Mischievous music]
So, serious question, about the cake. I’m thinking maybe like
a Christmassy Victoria Sponge. Or like... maybe even a gingerbread cake?
No, you’re right. Totally right. Too cliche. Okay.
Hey, you know, your input here is invaluable.
Am I really needed here for this?
Wow, you really did get out the wrong side of bed this morning.
I’ve just got a lot to sort out for the talent show.
Yeah, which is why you should let me help out!
Chocolate cake. It’s Harry’s favourite.
See! This is why I need you. Yule log it is.
[Crunching footsteps]
DYLAN: Afternoon. EMMA: Do you know everyone here?
Unfortunately, it’s everybody else who knows me.
(GERALD): Oh, hello! How's it going?
Yeah, not too bad, thanks, Gerald.
I hear preparations for the talent show are going really well.
GERALD: My granddaughter can’t wait!
Aw, I’m glad to hear it. That is what we do it for.
GERALD: Let me know if I can help out. Well, if you need it.
Actually there is something you can help out with, um... I’ll give you a buzz.
-...Emma Taylor, is it? -The one and the same.
(GERALD): Thank goodness you’re here. Your dad speaks of nothing else!
Always telling us of how proud he is of his daughter from the states
and how amazing it will be when she finally visits.
Well, we better get going, Gerald. Got a lot of invites to
get out for Amy and Harry’s big day. Actually... Here's yours.
(GERALD): Bless you! Thank you!
-Thank you. -For what?
Ending the guilt trip.
Well, that wasn’t for your sake. We do actually have a lot to do.
[Festive music] [Emma and Amy laughing]
(AMY): D’you know what? -What?
(AMY): All I want is a mulled wine. I would kill for a mulled wine.
I thought your hot cocoa obsession has well and truly taken over?
And I had to listen to Lucy sing all morning.
AMY: Do I sound awful? EMMA: That depends.
Are you being dramatic or do I have to prepare myself for this "talent" show?
No, I think I just did overtime. She’s actually pretty good.
EMMA: So, what’s the deal with Dylan? AMY: The deal with Dylan?
Yeah, he’s kind of up and down and I just wondered if there was a story there.
May I ask what has brought on this interest in Dylan?
Oh, well it’s just I’ve had to spend all this time with him
because I’m planning your wedding. AMY: Oh! TouchГ©.
Just, as an event planner who likes to focus on the story behind the event
I dunno, reading people is kinda my thing and that guy is so hard to read!
Like, I can’t tell if he’s a jerk who sometimes has a personality change
or if he’s a really nice guy with grumpy tendencies.
AMY: Like Mr Darcy. EMMA: You're so painfully British.
Well, Dyl and I grew up together, he’s actually the reason I met Harry.
No, okay, focus. More story-time please.
So, Dylan’s ancestors originally led the village.
We don’t have anything formal like that now, but...
His parents always took pride in the responsibility.
Doing things for the people who live here.
They lived up in the big hall and they were like the beating heart
of the community, in a way. EMMA: But not anymore?
[Melancholic music]
Dylan’s parents died, about five years ago.
It was incredibly difficult for Dylan.
And he tries so hard to keep up their legacy
and to do all the things they used to do for the village.
But I don’t know, I- I don’t think his heart is really in it like it used to be.
Sometimes he’s the Dyl he always was, sometimes he retreats into himself
and sometimes all the hurt and the heartbreak manifests itself into this...
general jerk-i-ness.
Well, damn. I’m so glad I can drink mulled wine.
Oh yeah, rub it in. [Amy laughs]
DYLAN: Morning, Emma.
DYLAN: Everything alright?
Amy told me about your parents. DYLAN: Ah.
You never said anything. The first time you showed me this place
EMMA: Why? DYLAN: Didn't seem relevant.
[Music]
Are you okay with having the wedding here?
DYLAN: Absolutely. EMMA: Honestly?
D’you really want me to talk about this?
As the person in charge of arranging this wedding, I need to be sure
that the owner of the venue isn’t gonna freak out the day before.
Every Christmas, I used to put the Christmas decorations up with my mum.
Every year. When they died, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
I know I should move on and... maybe even sell this place and
let go of some of the traditions that I had with them.
DYLAN: Having the wedding here is a good step towards that.
I wish everyone would stop worrying about what they should do.
I thought that was only a problem I had.
You seem pretty good at dancing to your own tune to me.
No, that’s Amy. Amy’s the creative one, the free spirited one.
I’m the work-a-holic, by-the-book, square one.
I think you have more in common than you think.
This isn’t about me. Are you really okay with this?
I promise the events planner part of your brain that I won’t freak out.
And I promise the other part of your brain that I’m okay with it.
DYLAN: Good enough? EMMA: Good enough.
DYLAN: Let's do this!
[Upbeat festive music]
[Chatter of pub patrons]
(DYLAN): A well-deserved pint of local ale.
(DYLAN): Come on, it won't bite.
-I dunno, you did say it had a head. -Yeah, but no teeth, I promise.
(EMMA): I can just about manage a bottled beer, I have no idea what that is.
DYLAN: It’s a speciality. EMMA: Ah. Lucky for you...
Now you have two.
[Nervous] They should be here soon.
I’m in no rush. Are you okay, you seem a bit nervous?
Oh, I'm fine. Fine...
EMMA: This is gonna sound so stupid. DYLAN: Shoot.
I’ve just always felt like the other sister, from the other side of the family.
From the other side of the world. Even the way Lucy isn’t sure
how to be around me, like I’m this unknown entity... even though
I’m her sister. Megan’s not my mom and even though Amy and I share a dad
and it’s not exactly normal... They actually do have this perfectly formed,
separate family unit that I’m just not a part of.
I think that’s why I never came to England before.
I never truly felt like I would be welcome. It can be nerve-wracking.
Hey look, I’m sorry I made you feel unwelcome with the talent show.
No, no, it’s fine. I totally get it.
And for what it’s worth, I think you’re incredibly brave.
Being vulnerable is terrifying.
[Emma sighs]
[Glasses clink]
[Emma makes a disgusted sound]
[General chatter]
AMY: Hi! EMMA: Oh, hey!
PETER: Drinks order, Amy? AMY: Hot Ribena, please.
PETER: Not questioning it. My round, what can I get you both?
Well, I owe Emma something that isn’t the local ale, so I’ll give you a hand.
[Cards tap on the table]
What are we playing? AMY: Cheat.
-Can’t play cheat again, Amy! -You only like it cause you always win.
(EMMA): I've never played. -Come on dad, it's the best.
PETER: Alright, but go easy on us, would you?
AMY: Never. Okay.
PETER: Two aces. EMMA: Oh, cheat?
PETER: What, already? Read 'em and weep!
EMMA: Ugh! So bad at this already! DYLAN: Some people learn the hard way.
[Laughter and general chatter]
[Festive music plays over chatter]
[More laughter and chatter]
[Music fades]
[Emma laughs] Oh my God, you're insane.
EMMA: Hey. DYLAN: Thanks.
DYLAN: I just think they’ll look so much better handmade.
They’ll look messy. Nothing ever went wrong with classic, silver wreaths.
Classic, plastic wreaths, you mean? You sound like my dad.
Okay, so what about the cake? Surely you don’t think that
that would be better handmade too? DYLAN: How else do you make a cake?
You know what I mean. Homemade.
I think Amy and Harry would prefer it, yeah.
You’re crazy. Do you want this wedding to look like someone’s unkept yard?
I think they’d appreciate the added input from their family
rather than some cardboard cut-out wedding.
-I just can’t do that. -Why not?
[Phone pings]
EMMA: Sorry-
EMMA: Uh- I can't risk that, okay?
DYLAN: Amy’s gonna love it, I promise.
I should get back to the cottage. Got a long day tomorrow.
Yeah, I’ll come with you. Don’t want you getting lost on those country lanes.
[Emma laughs] [Chair scrapes on the floor]
[Slow, gentle music]
[Crunching footsteps]
Do you maybe wanna come in for a drink?
I’ve got a better idea.
[Music becomes more festive]
EMMA: Okay. So... what now? DYLAN: What do you mean?
Well, I mean, the wedding’s not for like, five days. What do we do with it?
Eat it, obviously.
Yeah, but then what do we do for the wedding?
Eat the cake, USA. We’ll make a bigger and better one in four days time.
EMMA: Mm. Happy now?
EMMA: That's disgusting.
[Clinking of utensils]
[Emma gasps]
EMMA: Ugh! What are you doing?! DYLAN: Being disgusting.
You wanna play that game?
DYLAN: You're a child. EMMA: You're a hypocrite.
[Muffled playful chatter and laughter]
Stop! This is- No, no, no-
[Emma squeals] [Dylan laughs]
[Amy shushes Harry]
EMMA: No, no, no, no...
DYLAN: Mmm? EMMA: Don't. Truce?
DYLAN: Okay. [Dylan gasps]
[Muffled laughter and chatter]
[Music fades]
[Footsteps]
EMMA: Good morning. AMY: Morning.
So, what did you and Dylan get up to last night?
EMMA: Meaning? AMY: Well, Harry and I came back
from the pub and it sounded like a hyena massacre in the kitchen.
EMMA: We were making that!
I don’t understand how you can make that much noise just baking a cake.
It’s a yule log, actually, and it’s a practise one for your wedding.
[Gentle music]
You’re baking the cake for the wedding?
(EMMA): Attempting to. Do you hate that?
No, I love that.
Just doesn’t really seem like your kinda style.
Could that maybe be Dylan’s influence? EMMA: I don’t know.
Hey, have you told Megan and dad that you and Harry are expecting a baby yet?
AMY: Oh! EMMA: Didn't think so.
[Amy laughs] Touche.
[Festive music]
PETER: I just think Lucy’s act needs a bit more... enthusiasm!
MEGAN: Really, Pete? More enthusiasm? Are you sure about that?
PETER: Yeah, she could definitely give it a bit more, you know, ta da!
PETER: Okay, I’m being nervous, I admit it.
MEGAN: She’s just singing with the choir, Peter.
And where is she anyway? Should be rehearsing, right?
She’s probably in the stall hiding from you, dad. I know I would be.
Thank you very much. What?
[Footsteps]
(EMMA): I hope you’re ready for the Broadway level show
they’ve got going on over there. Hey, where’s Lucy?
DYLAN: I think she took the opportunity
to sneak a hot chocolate, but you didn’t hear that from me.
Your dad would be so proud that you’ve kept this going.
Oof, straight in there with the emotional hits this morning.
You know, just cause I overshared last night doesn’t mean you can do that to me.
Oh, now you’re here, you could actually help me with the running order.
I want to avoid as many dubious renditions of Mariah Carey as possible.
Do you think you could cast your expert eye over that?
I thought you’d never ask.
[Footsteps]
(GERALD): Ah! Now, is this the right place for getting one of those popular table mats?
What colour can I interest you in?
Oh, um... which one would you recommend?
(DYLAN): Oh, I wouldn’t ask this one. She has an aversion to anything handmade.
-We dunno what’s wrong with her yet. -Rude.
I think the silver one would look so elegant on a Christmas table.
Yeah, but the red is so much more homely and cosy, and definitely more festive.
Totally agree, but on Christmas Day do you want the same homely and cosy
feeling you have every other day, or do you want a touch of luxury
a little extra glamour that you only get once a year?
It’s a good point, but I would argue if you want that kind of luxury
you could go into London. The beauty of a Christmas in the countryside
is that festive warmth and cosiness. You know, chestnuts roasting on an open fire
-Jack Frost nipping at your toes and all that. -Nose. He’s nipping at your nose.
You know what, I think I’ll take both of them. You two make a good sales team.
GERALD: Thank you!
Now I really want some chestnuts roasted on an open fire.
DYLAN: Come with me.
[Gentle crackling of chestnuts roasting]
How are you only just showing me these now!
DYLAN: I mean I didn’t look at you and instantly think "chestnut fanatic", but-
EMMA: Mmm! DYLAN: Clearly, I was very wrong.
AMY: Hey! How you doing? Good? Yeah? Catch you later.
AMY: Hiya! MEGAN: Come and sit here, Ames.
Oh, honestly mum, I’m totally fine standing.
Don’t wanna stand for too long though.
Why? My legs are working perfectly well.
-Y'know, I just thought... -What?
[Footsteps] EMMA: Everything okay?
Yes, I’m just fussing too much apparently.
AMY: I'm fine! EMMA: Well, we were wondering
what everyone’s plans were, because there’s a whole yule log
back at the cottage that needs eating. AMY: Sounds great!
MEGAN: I’ll stay here, look after the stall.
[Festive music]
Uh, a hat, an iguana, a jug, a kite, and um...
(EMMA): I’m gonna buy a leopard.
You can’t buy a leopard at a supermarket!
EMMA: Oh, but you can buy an iguana?
[They laugh] EMMA: Your turn.
Okay. I went to the supermarket and I bought a hat, an iguana
a jug, um... a kite, a leopard, and a mouse!
DYLAN: Okay, this is getting out of hand.
I think we need a new game before we turn this place into a petting zoo.
LUCY: I know! Dance off! DYLAN: Yes!
PETER: I’m gonna spare you all my dance moves.
EMMA: I will challenge you, Lucy. ALL: Oooh!
[Overlapping chatter]
PETER: And the twist! DYLAN: It's the twist that makes it.
(AMY): Can you top that? Go on, Ems.
[Laughter and overlapping chatter]
DYLAN: Yeah, I think you’re gonna have to try harder than that.
EMMA: Oh, I would love to see you try. DYLAN: Oh, no, no, no, no...
[All chant 'Dylan, Dylan!']
[Amy claps] (DYLAN): Alright, alright, okay.
[They all 'ooh!'] EMMA: Oh, wow.
[Phone rings]
Oh, sorry, champ, I've gotta take this.
(AMY): No, don't leave now! [Phone buzzes]
(AMY): He's left, Lucy! It's 'cause he's embarrassed he wasn't as good as you.
(AMY): I think the winner's Lucy! Oh, look, they're all leaving!
EMMA: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry... AMY: Go on, Lucy, show us it again.
AMY: Show us your winning dance. Stunning! PETER: It's the twirl! It's brilliant!
[Muffled chatter from the living room] DYLAN: Okay.
[Door creaks and closes] EMMA: Hey. What's up?
There’s now even more snow predicted for the night of the talent show.
Some of the parents have withdrawn their kids.
Hey, it’s okay, we’ll figure something out. We’re a team, right?
Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna go on back to the dance off.
(DYLAN): You coming? EMMA: Uh- just one second.
[Phone pings] [Footsteps]
[Door creaks and closes] [Muffled chatter]
[Festive music]
Thank you so much.
AMY: It doesn't fit. EMMA: You look great!
-It's too tight. -Okay, so we’ll make some adjustments.
Everyone is gonna find out, I’m gonna look ridiculous in a dress that doesn’t fit me.
EMMA: Amy, breathe. That’s why we came here first, just you and me.
Maybe you were right. Maybe this whole wedding is mistake.
I’m rushing into it and I don’t need to. Should I just call it off?
You love Harry, it’s obvious you can’t wait to marry him.
This is your day, it’s not about anything else.
[Melancholic music]
[Amy sighs]
-I don’t know why I can’t just tell them. -You’ll tell them when you’re ready.
Lucy is still so young. How is she gonna feel about being an aunty when she’s only nine?
Dad and Nina had you when they were so young and look how well that turned out.
-They're still friends. -We’re two halves of one family and I- I...
I just don’t want mum and dad worrying about that happening with me and Harry.
D'you know what I think?
I think you have an amazing family and a bonus sister, and that no matter
how this works out for you, it’s gonna be better than good, it’s gonna be grand.
Because that is how you live your life, and you’re incredible for it.
[Music turns lighthearted]
AMY: So... How are things going with you and Dylan?
(EMMA): Amy! Are you serious? Did you not hear a word I just said?
I’m sorry! I just thought while we were being open with each other
I might as well go in for the kill. So...?
Today is about you, it is not about me. I will not be taking questions at this time.
Go, get back in there, try on a different size before you burst outta that thing.
[Amy scoffs] [Emma laughs]
[Amy groans dramatically]
AMY: Bye! Thank you!
EMMA: You're welcome.
[Festive music]
Hey! I would offer you some but, um... It’s been a long day.
[Megan laughs] I assume Amy’s been staying off that?
EMMA: Oh, uh...
You don’t have to say anything. I have a mother’s instinct but
I know that sisters have a different relationship
and there are things Amy will have shared with you that she hasn’t with me.
(MEGAN): I just need to know, is she okay?
Yes, she’s absolutely fine, I promise you.
Well good. Then she’ll tell me anything else in her own time.
I was thinking. Would your mum like to come to the wedding?
(MEGAN): I know it must be hard for you being here
instead of at home with her over the holidays.
EMMA: Are you sure? MEGAN: Absolutely.
It would be lovely to have her there.
Means the world to Amy for you to be here, but it can’t be easy.
I would so appreciate that, and I’m sure my mom would love to come. Thank you.
[Rustling of curtain rails]
[Music swells]
[Megan gasps] You look so beautiful!
(AMY): It's nice, right? (MEGAN): It's so beautiful!
-And it fits! -It fits perfectly!
[Phone dialling]
EMMA: Hi mom! NINA: Hi honey! How are you?
EMMA: Really good, actually. NINA: How's England?
EMMA: Cold. NINA: And Oliver Halbrand?
EMMA: Yeah, I think he'll come to the wedding.
Oh, you don't seem that excited?
(EMMA): I’m just worried he won’t be very impressed.
The best man, Dylan, he’s really into crafts and handmade touches.
It’s just not my style at all.
(NINA): Everything you do is impressive, Emma.
As this is Amy’s big day what she would want should take priority.
Yeah, that’s what Dylan said too. But Oliver Halbrand is a really big deal.
-What if I mess it up? -You won't.
How can you mess it up when your heart’s in the right place?
You know what would really help me? If you were here.
Aw, I’d really love to be there with you, honey, but-
-Megan said it was okay. -Really?
Really! She was the one who suggested that you might wanna be here.
(NINA): Aw, that's really nice. -Will you come?
I would love to share Amy’s big day with you. Let me see what I can do
and I’ll get back to you, okay? EMMA: 'kay, fingers crossed!
Gotta go, very important wedding dress business being decided without me.
NINA: I love you! (EMMA): Love you. Bye.
[Festive music]
[Fire crackling]
[Muffled chatter]
[Gerald whistling]
[Footsteps]
You two look frozen! Come and have a warm drink.
DYLAN: Ah, sorry, we can’t stay long.
What my friend here means to say is, we wanted to ask a favour real quick.
DYLAN: Sorry. Long day. GERALD: No worries, mate.
Must be difficult, with the task of the talent show.
But like I said earlier, anything I can help with, give us a shout.
Well, funny you should say that, um... Dylan?
[Background chatter of pub patrons]
Actually, there is something you could help us out with. In a big way.
-Well, I'm all ears. -Well, there's gonna be so much snow
on Sunday that some of the kids... well, they’ve been told they can’t go.
DYLAN: So...
EMMA: And we wondered if we could use the pub?
We would use the hall, but it’s all set up for the wedding.
I’m not sure I can, I mean it’s Christmas, I can’t close the pub, it’s my busiest time.
(GERALD): My granddaughter was so excited about it.
What’re we gonna tell Lucy? She’s been practising for weeks.
It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll think of something.
Hang on... Hang on a second! See, the children’s choir!
They normally come here at Christmas time, perform a few songs.
Now, if they don’t mind the snow perhaps you could get them to sing
at the Christmas market? And then Lucy and all the other kids
can join in if they want to?
Do you know someone that we can talk to?
(GERALD): Of course! Kate! She runs it. I’ll talk to her.
DYLAN: Really? GERALD: Of course.
GERALD: Now, I don’t want to hear another word about it, alright?
[Emma squeals] [Gerald laughs]
GERALD: You know, most people in this village would do a lot for you.
GERALD: If you let them! Now, about that drink.
[Emotional music]
[Emma and Dylan laughing]
And then Lucy came on the screen wearing this little fedora hat
and she looked so funny. I think that was the first time we really bonded.
Well, you seemed pretty comfortable with everyone in the cottage last night.
Weirdly, I... I think you being there made all the difference.
DYLAN: How so? EMMA: I’m just so comfortable around you.
It made me more comfortable to be around everyone else too.
Well, I’m honoured. But I think you’d be just fine on your own.
[Emma laughs] [Gentle music plays]
So, what’ll you do, once the wedding’s over?
EMMA: Go back to LA. Get back to work. Spend time with my mom.
Oh, wait, did I tell you she might visit for the wedding?
Oh, that’s great! When does she arrive?
Oh, well, I’m waiting for her to let me know, but hopefully tomorrow.
DYLAN: Are you close with your mum? EMMA: Super close.
She was pretty young when she had me, so she’s more like my best friend.
We live together, we own the business together.
EMMA: Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
[Gentle music continues]
Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think.
No, no, it’s okay. I’m actually quite intrigued by this. So...
Your mum was how old when she had you?
They were both twenty. My mom and Peter, my dad, that is.
They were even married at 19. So in love, and then they had me.
But they were too young. It didn’t work out.
And then your dad moved back to England?
EMMA: Right. And I stayed in LA with my mom and then
my dad met Megan and the rest is history.
Oh, so that’s why you’re sceptical about the wedding?
Okay, Sherlock.
You know just cause it happened to your mum and dad
doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen to Amy and Harry.
EMMA: Well, I could say the same to you. DYLAN: Go on.
Just because you’ve lost people close to you before
doesn’t mean you have to isolate yourself in case it happens again.
DYLAN: That’s a bit different. EMMA: Not really.
We’re both projecting our feelings from past situations onto current ones
even though they’re happening in a completely different context.
Thank you.
For trusting me, by putting more freedom and creativity into it...
I feel like I’m getting my confidence back. With this, with the markets...
with the talent show. It means a lot.
[Music fades]
[Festive music]
[Phone buzzes]
[Crunching footsteps]
EMMA: Hi!
Someone’s jolly. Is this about Nina coming to the wedding?
Oh, she is so happy to be coming.
Good! I’m really glad she’s coming too.
-It’s not gonna be weird, is it? -I don’t think so. Do you think so?
Nah, I think we’re the only ones overthinking this.
-Where's Dylan? -Wouldn't you like to know!
You’re so annoying. I have so much wedding stuff on my mind
I do not have time for your nonsense.
He’s getting me a comfier chair. He’ll be back in a minute.
-A comfier chair? -I know.
I feel like the walls are closing in on me. Have you told anyone?
EMMA: Of course not!
Because everybody’s being suspiciously attentive.
[Footsteps]
DYLAN: Your highness. AMY: You know you really didn’t need to.
EMMA: Are you ready partner? Okay, won’t be long, promise.
Oh please, I have my throne now. Take as long as you need.
[Amy laughs]
Hi! Welcome! Don’t mind me, I just own the place.
[Amy laughs]
[Festive music]
Wow, I can’t believe we’ve pulled this off.
What do you mean, I thought this was well within your capabilities?
-Oh, no, this was a stretch, even for me. -Well, you kept that well-hidden.
Well, even a head chef has to look like they’re in complete control of their kitchen
even if they’re in way over their heads. But, having a good sous chef helps.
-Sorry, sous chef? -Mhm!
DYLAN: I will accept nothing less than the title of... joint chef.
-Yeah, that's not a thing. -It is now.
[Pen clicks]
It’s been amazing seeing this place come to life again.
Amy and Harry are going to love the handmade feel.
I know it’s been hard for someone who has to let go of her corporate safe zone
and micromanaging ways. EMMA: Hey! That's real nice.
Well, for what it’s worth, I’m really proud of what we’ve managed to do.
Yeah, same here. Celebratory drink?
-Alas, I have plans with the groom. -Ooh, like a bachelor party?
Not sure that’s quite the vibe around here. Unless you want Gerald dancing on the bar...
Oh, got the picture. I don’t wanna stop you, but I’m going to anyway.
It’s just- it’s the last chance for us to catch up before the children’s choir
and then the wedding the day after... EMMA: Oh, say no more.
I’m sure you and Harry and definitely not Gerald will have a great time.
-I would’ve liked that though. -Would've liked what, though?
Um. A drink. With you.
Oh, right. Um, yeah, yeah. Me too. Um...
Another time?
[Festive music]
[Phone buzzes]
[VOICEMAIL] (OLIVER): Emma.
Looking forward to your event. Been looking at your past work
and I think your professional, minimalist aesthetic could be
a great fit for corporate and personal events at our hotels.
[Slow, dramatic music]
[Craft supplies clatter to the floor]
[Emma sighs]
[Footsteps]
[Gentle music]
[Music fades]
[Festive music] [Birds chirping]
(DYLAN): One beautiful Christmas bauble for your beautiful Christmas tree.
DYLAN: There we go. Merry Christmas!
[Crunching footsteps] [Amy squeals]
AMY: I can't wait to see it! EMMA: Hey! Check you out.
DYLAN: Moi? EMMA: Looks like the people pleaser is back.
Oh, just flexing some old muscles. Although I think it might be some time
before people are saying something other than "I'll bring you a lasagne some time."
Ah yes, nothing says grief like someone leaving a lasagne on your doorstep.
Well, I figured if I start acting like a normal person
people will start treating me like one.
EMMA: So... are you ready for the grand reveal?
AMY: Yes! EMMA: Okay!
EMMA: I'm just gonna... Get that outta the way. Okay.
(EMMA): Tada!
So, I was in the cottage last night and I just thought that the Christmas tree would
look so much better in the other corner, you know?
And take off some of the village ornaments, just to- you know, keep it classy.
And then there will be so much more space for the speeches and less garish decorations
taking away from the bride and groom! And then, well, the wreaths were just
cluttering the dance floor, so I- Uh... take a look.
[Emma laughs] [Footsteps]
[Emotional music]
EMMA: Dylan, wait! DYLAN: What was that?
DYLAN: You’ve changed everything! EMMA: Dylan, I-
DYLAN: You know how much this meant to me.
I have a conflict of interest. There’s a potential client coming to the wedding.
DYLAN: A what? EMMA: He owns this chain of hotels
in the UK and I thought if he came to the wedding and saw what I could do-
I’m sorry, this somehow just got worse.
EMMA: He messaged me last night saying how much he liked my style, and I...
I panicked. I just thought it would be better to stick to what I know.
So this is why you agreed to arrange the wedding? Your sister’s wedding?!
EMMA: No! No, of course not! I wanted to do this for Amy.
But it just seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up on.
EMMA: Look, I’m sorry I changed the plans, okay?
But there wasn’t anything malicious behind it.
I actually liked a lot of your ideas.
Oh, great, that’s just the validation I needed.
Yes, it stings that I thought you were bringing out the best of me again.
But it’s not about me. It’s about Harry and Amy
and what they would want. Instead of using other people
to further your own agenda. EMMA: Hey, that’s not- that’s not...
No wonder you thought you wouldn’t fit in here with these people.
They’ve bigger hearts than you could ever hope to have.
EMMA: You're being unfair. DYLAN: No, Emma.
I’d give anything to have my family back.
Just can’t believe you’d prioritise some client over yours.
[Slow, emotional music]
[Music fades]
EMMA: I just can’t believe Dylan said those things to me.
I really opened up to him about how I felt being here
and he totally threw it back at me.
[Amy takes a breath] You did blindside him.
Do you have to play devil’s advocate right now?
AMY: Did it cross your mind that he was deflecting from
what he was really sad about? EMMA: And what was that exactly?
Everyone saw how well you two were getting along.
You’ve really brought him out of his shell and I think he finally felt like part of a team.
Maybe for the first time since his parents died.
[Emma groans]
EMMA: Am I an awful person? AMY: No. Everyone gets it wrong sometimes.
AMY: What now? EMMA: I've done something...
AMY: Mhm? EMMA: I invited a client to your wedding.
A potential client from London. Oliver Halbrand.
AMY: Okay... EMMA: And that's why Dylan was so mad.
he thought that I was only planning the wedding to impress him
and that I was doing it for the wrong reasons.
And are you only doing it to impress this new client?
EMMA: Honestly, I don’t know. I’m so confused right now.
AMY: Do you wanna know what I think? EMMA: Yes, please.
I think you’ve just forgotten how to be a family gal.
[Gentle music]
AMY: Your whole life is work and you are so terrified of letting us in, properly in
to your life that you’ve started subconsciously sabotaging any chance
of that happening. Doesn’t make you a bad person, but...
Hopefully it might make you realise what you could be missing out on.
EMMA: Have I totally blown it? AMY: Just think of it this way
if this Oliver Halbrand really likes my wedding
maybe it’ll give you more reason to visit.
Oh my god, just hearing it out loud, it sounds so ridiculous-
I invited a client to your wedding, Ames. Like it’s some kind of public event!
AMY: I know!
[Emma sighs]
AMY: You'll figure it out.
But make things right with Dylan, because if you don’t, you will regret that.
[Music fades]
Okay, back to me. I’m gonna tell mum and dad before the wedding.
It just doesn’t feel right not telling them on the day.
AMY: So, I'm gonna- [Doorbell rings]
AMY: I'll get it.
[Gentle music] EMMA: Mom!
NINA: Hey! Hey, what’s going on?
NINA: Hey, it's okay.
NINA: Well, you have my full support, whatever you wanna do.
EMMA: Thanks, mom. NINA: Okay, honey.
AMY: Right, sorry to break up this party, but we need to go.
EMMA: Ugh, do I have to go? AMY: Yes. We're going to support Lucy.
EMMA: Ugh, you're right. AMY: Big smiles!
AMY: Sure you don’t wanna come, Nina? NINA: I’ll stay and unpack. Thank you.
EMMA: Hey, where's Harry? AMY: Oh, he's gonna meet us there.
Work finished late, but now he’s officially finished for Christmas! The fun can begin!
EMMA: So much fun. NINA: So much fun!
EMMA: Okay, okay...
[Festive music]
AMY: I'm gonna have a baby!
[Megan gasps and squeals] [Clapping]
[Choir sings over excited chatter] ‘«Bells on bobtails ring’«
‘«Making spirits bright, what fun it is to ride and sing, a sleighing song tonight, oh!’«
‘«Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la’«
‘«T'is the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la, la la la la’«
‘«Sing we joyous all together, Fa la la la la, la la la la’«
‘«Heedless of the wind and weather, Fa la la la la, la la la la’«
[Applause and cheering]
‘«We wish you a Merry Christmas We with you a Merry Christmas’«
‘«We wish you a Merry Christmas And a happy new year!’«
‘«Good tidings we bring to you and your kin’«
‘«We wish you a Merry Christmas And a happy new year!’«
[Applause and cheering]
[Footsteps]
HARRY: This is great, mate. Good job on plan B.
HARRY: Everyone’s having a blast. DYLAN: Yeah, a real blast.
Look, Amy told me something went down between you and Emma.
HARRY: Care to share? DYLAN: I guess we just don’t see eye to eye.
I thought you were seeing eye to eye?
Had more in common than you thought, etc, etc.
DYLAN: Alright, don't start. HARRY: Your words, not mine, buddy!
HARRY: I just don’t get it.
The other night you seemed so excited about the potential there.
What potential? She lives in LA and I live here. She’s an emotionless
corporate cog in a machine, and I’m... well, I’m too emotionally involved
with everything for my own good.
HARRY: Okay, starting to see why you fell out.
-For the record, I didn't say that to Emma. -Yeah, good!
Look, y’know I hate to be the one to say this, but...
do you think you’ve maybe overreacted a little?
DYLAN: Didn’t you hear what I said?
She lives on the other side of the world it never would’ve worked anyway.
[Gentle music]
HARRY: You remember what your mum used to say?
Anything worth even a 1% chance deserves 100% of that chance.
Maths was never her strong suit.
[Gentle music continues]
Damn, why're you always right?
NINA: Oh, it's so cold here in the UK. EMMA: Ugh, tell me about it.
AMY: I'm nervous. EMMA: Everything's gonna be okay.
I’ve got everything covered, remember? All you have to do is enjoy yourself.
EMMA: Let's get you ready! AMY: Okay!
[Nina laughs] [Hurried footsteps]
[Slow festive music]
HARRY: Any idea what you’re gonna do about Emma?
Ugh, there’s still so many things I’m not sure about.
-Then talk to her. -When?
-Now. -Harry, it's your wedding day.
I’m not gonna abandon you to go and sort something out
that may not even be sortable. HARRY: You're right, it is my wedding day.
And as groom to best man, I am ordering you to talk to her.
Alright, don’t get too big for your boots.
Don’t single-handedly ruin my wedding day.
Bit dramatic. [Harry laughs]
There, happy? Right... Now, I don’t know about these
are they the right- [Phone chimes]
-It's Emma. -See, I told you!
[Harry sighs] Come here.
DYLAN: I'll be right back. HARRY: Proud of you, mate!
[Festive music]
[Footsteps]
DYLAN: Emma, I- EMMA: I'm so-
DYLAN: Let me go first. I am so sorry, for what I said.
I think you have a bigger heart than anybody’s ever given you credit for
and I was wrong to make you question that.
I’m so sorry. I totally missed the whole reason why you were hurt.
EMMA: We were meant to be a team, and I went behind your back.
[Gentle music]
I’m just so used to doing everything by myself, being okay by myself
I guess I forgot how to have a teammate.
And you were right. I was totally missing the point of all of this.
DYLAN: I notice nothing's changed. EMMA: Harry and Amy will love it.
I projected my problems onto you...
DYLAN: I just hope you can forgive me.
I have no idea what this means, for you... for us.
But I put up this barrier because I am so scared of the emotions
that I know I’m capable of having. That I did have... when my parents died.
EMMA: Forgiven. DYLAN: Yeah?
EMMA: Yeah. Besides, I don’t wanna have to stand
over there with a best man who refuses to talk to me.
It’d be super awkward. [Dylan laughs]
Well, I’d better be getting back to the groom.
And me to the bride.
DYLAN: See you up there? EMMA: Let's do this, partner.
[Footsteps]
[Music fades]
Emma, you look amazing. Everything looks amazing!
[Glasses clink]
-Hey, no crying yet. -It's the hormones!
[They laugh]
It means everything to have you here with me.
I love Harry so much and I cannot wait to welcome him, and the little one
AMY: into the family. EMMA: To the family.
[Glasses clink]
[Emma exhales shakily]
AMY: Hey, you okay? Did the famous Oliver Halbrand ever turn up?
Any minute now.
[Festive music]
[Footsteps]
Oliver? It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Emma.
Likewise. This place makes quite an impression.
Not quite what I’d imagined, I have to admit.
Well, it’s not usually the type of event I would plan. It’s, um...
It’s actually my sister’s wedding.
So it’s a little more handmade than I would usually go for.
OLIVER: Your sister's wedding? EMMA: Uh, yeah. Yes, my younger sister.
OLIVER: Well, the personal touch is something special.
It’s refreshing, and I like it.
But I’m afraid I’m gonna have to bow out of the actual ceremony.
EMMA: Oh- Why? OLIVER: It's Christmas Eve.
I didn’t come just to approve and exit.
I have family in this part of the country that I’m on my way to see.
EMMA: Well, I’m sorry to have wasted your time.
OLIVER: Not at all! This really is remarkable, Emma.
Merry Christmas, and congratulations to your sister.
Thank you.
[Emma sighs]
[Slow music]
[Footsteps and muffled chatter]
[Conversation not audible]
[Lighthearted music]
[Footsteps]
[Music swells and becomes more emotional]
[Conversation not audible]
SHIRLEY: We are gathered here to witness the joining of two souls
the solidifying of a bond between two people committing to spend
their lives together. Do we have the vows?
Yes, I’m going first. Otherwise I won’t make it.
[Harry laughs]
Harry. Since the moment I first met you, I knew you were special.
You understood and appreciated me for who I am, nothing more, nothing less.
I know I’m not the most reliable or practical person...
[They laugh]
But you ground me. You centre me. You make me the best version of myself.
And I always want you by my side. In a nutshell, you’re stuck with me forever.
[They laugh] Best Christmas present ever, right?
Amy Taylor.
HARRY: You are one of a kind, a force of nature, and my whole world.
You’re my best friend, and I am beyond honoured to be here with you
surrounded by all of our loved ones. You’ve all been there to share with
all the adventures we’ve had so far, and I know you’ll be here
for all the adventures still to come.
[Music swells] Let's do this.
AMY: Let's do this. SHIRLEY: The rings?
AMY: Thanks, Lucy.
SHIRLEY: By the power vested in me I am so, so happy to pronounce you...
Husband and wife! [Applause and cheering]
[Music fades]
[Background chatter of wedding guests]
Well, you’ll be happy to hear there were no complaints about the food.
[Slow music]
Well, good. My reputation was at stake.
Speaking of, I didn’t see any hot shot clients here.
He didn’t stay, which I’m actually really glad about.
I wanna spend more time here, but... for myself, not for anyone else.
-A real holiday? -I was thinking maybe
a proper 50/50 between being here and being in LA.
80/20 in favour of England is a much better idea to me.
EMMA: You might actually like LA. DYLAN: Does it snow?
EMMA: Never. DYLAN: Do they have roasted chestnuts
on an open fire? EMMA: Sometimes.
Do they have an annoying yet infinitely charming wedding planner
that I could maybe take out New Years Eve?
I can see what I can do.
[Amy and other wedding guests cheer and whoop]
[Laughter]
[Emotional music]