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- Hey.
- Hey, Mom.

I brought you some candy
and boxes.

What you got?
Let me see.

Oh. "When winter's snow
is on the ground

and colored lights
are all around,

I hope this gift
will help you write

about what made
your Christmas bright.

Signed,
Wesley Hardin Johnson."

Aw. Well, that's
very nice, Wesley.

But you know a Secret Santa's
not supposed to sign their name.

I'll never meet the person
who gets this,

so what's the difference?

Okay. I guess
you got a point there.

[Mom chuckles]
Hey.

Your father and I
are very proud of you.

How come?

Well, because all of this
was your own idea,

and it's a darn good one.

What you're doing here

is gonna make some child
you don't even know

so much happier
on Christmas morning.

And that, my friend,
is a good thing.

- Thanks, Mom.
- Oh.

Baby.

Who's it from?

It's from your Secret Santa.
[laughs]

Aunt Helen, why would somebody
I don't even know

send me a present?

Oh, he's a boy
your own age,

who just wants to share
Christmas with other kids.

It's, like, his hobby.

I bet if I ever met him
we would become friends forever.

[laughs]
I'm sure you would, honey.

"When winter's snow
is on the ground

and colored lights
are all around,

I hope this gift
will help you write

about what made
your Christmas bright.

Wesley Hardin Johnson."

- Do you like it, honey?
- I love it.

[Aunt Helen laughs]

No.

No.

"Five gluten-free cocktail
recipes for your holiday party."

Oh. "Shape your eyebrows
to a higher salary."

I can write that.

I can't... write that.

[knocking]

Hey!

Uh, you got a second?

I'm usually the one
asking you that.

- What's up?
- Okay.

So you know
I like you right?

After six months together,
I would think would be the case.

[chuckles]
Yeah, so anyway, um--

Look, I've just been
so incredibly busy

with everything
that's going on around here

that I feel like I haven't
been able to devote

the kind of time and attention
you deserve from me.

It's me, not you.
It's totally me.

Cooper. He really has me
under the gun here right now.

Are you trying to get out
of our dinner date tonight?

Because if you are,
I'm gonna kill you.

Trying to get out of dinner?
No, no.

Well, I mean yes. Maybe.

Alex, what is
going on with you?

Look, I've just been thinking.

You know, we're really
two different types of people.

Strike that.

We're two very similar
types of people.

We both want the same thing--

to be the top dog
around here.

- What's wrong with that?
- Megan...

i don't want a girlfriend
who wants to be me.

You know? I'm not into
the whole competition thing.

Just causes stress
that I don't need right now.

Wait. Are you trying to break up
with me right here at work?

Well, I didn't want
to take you out tonight

and just ruin your evening.

I can't believe you.

Look, it'll be
good for both of us,

just take a little time off.

See what we really want,

especially with the holidays
and everything.

You are pathetic and immature.

Thanks for understanding.

I-- I am on my way
to the top.

Who am I kidding?

- Hey!
- Hey.

Why aren't you
at the Christmas party?

I'm sorry.
I was so busy getting dumped

that it slipped my mind.

Oh, no. Alex?

[sighs]
I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Apparently he feels like
I'm competing with him,

that I want to "be him."

Uh, who would want to be him?

Besides, you're better
than he is.

That's what
he's really worried about.

I mean--
[exhales]

Best to find out now, I guess,
but... at Christmastime?

[scoffs] He's a piece of work,
I'll give you that.

Well,

I will show him
who the top dog is.

Girl, show him later. We have
a party to get to. Come on.

Oh, okay.

[chattering]

Merry Christmas.

ALL: Merry Christmas.

Now get back to work.

[laughing]

Alrighty.

It's that joyous time
of year again, right, folks?

Christmas.

Big ad sales,
whole lotta people

expectin' a whole lotta stuff
from us.

All right? So, that's why
I have a few assignments

we're gonna have to get right
back on when we get done here.

Real top-notch stuff.

Ah. Nice of you to join.

As we all know, our publication
is about community, right?

Our audience,
they look to us

to keep up with the things
that matter most to them,

especially in
the immediate world around us.

That's who we are.

That's who we'll always be.

Now, some of you
have really excelled this year.

Right to the top.

You know who you are.

All right, our top story
going forward will be

the plight of those people

dispossessed at Christmastime
this year

by the corporate takeover
and renovation

of the Gladstone area.

All right,
city beautification.

But at what cost?

Real human interest stuff,
people, right?

Coupled with a dose
of moral outrage

should get us
some big things.

We might be able
to make a difference.

This is important.

That's why I'm giving
this assignment...

- to Alex.
- [gasps]

MAN:
Whoo!

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

Thank you, sir.
I won't let you down.

After the outstanding coverage

of the reservoir pollution
scandal last month,

I expect nothing less.

I wrote that.

Drink up.

Please, sit down.

You took off so fast,

I didn't get a chance
to talk to you.

I had some things
I needed to finish.

So I see.

Can I help you?

Look, I know you
wanted that assignment.

And I'm sorry.

Wow. Everybody's sorry today.

Megan, that story
I gave Alex...

has an unhappy ending.

Needs someone with a little
more bite than you have.

What are you saying?

You're too earnest. Yeah.

You're not prepared to cut into
something with a dull knife,

and that's
what this story needs.

You're not like Alex.

[chuckles]

Funny you should say that.

Look, there're a lot of people
out there, okay, Megan?

Some of them want
to read about people

getting kicked out
of their homes,

but there are others who wanna
feel good about something--

about anything--
especially at Christmas.

And that matters.

Maybe.

But I deserve more.

I want to make my mark.

I want to mean something,
and you're holding me back.

Am I holding you back?
Really?

No.

Tell you what.

Get me something
really cool and inspiring.

Wow me.

Destroy the box.

- "Destroy the box"?
- Right.

Don't just think outside
the box, destroy the box.

Destroy the box.

Right. Now we're cooking.

* I'm flying high
in the Christmas sky *

* Headed home to you

* Then the winter wind
and the storm rolls in *

* To turn this holiday blue

* But I'll make my way
like Santa's sleigh *

* Baby, there ain't no doubt

AUNT HELEN: Found this with
some of your old things today

and thought you might
wanna have it.

Please think about coming over
when you can.

I know you're busy,
but I miss you.

Aunt Helen.

Wow.

I had forgotten
all about you.

"When winter's snow
is on the ground

and colored lights
are all around,

I hope this gift
will help you write

about what made
you're Christmas bright.

Wesley Hardin Johnson."

If he only knew.

Wait.
What am I talking about?

[exhales]
This is perfect.

Ah! It's perfect.

"Wesley Hardin Johnson."

Yes!

[typing]

- Hi.
- Hello. Can I help you?

Yes, I'm here
to see Mr. Johnson.

Do you have an appointment?

No, but I will only
take a moment of his time.

I'm sorry.

No one sees Mr. Johnson
without an appointment.

It's kind of important.

What's this about?

Uh--

"Megan Phillips?
Nightlife Style magazine?

That's right
[chuckles]

I love your work!

Oh.

"How To Choose
the Right Lip Gloss

to Get a Proposal
this Christmas."

Yeah, that's me.

So what do you say?

Well, let's just see
what I can do.

Great.

Yes?

Your, uh, 11:30 is here.

I don't have an 11:30.

Yes, you do. Remember?
I told you this morning.

Send him in.

- Go right in.
- Thank you.

Just one more thing.

Does it really work?
The lip gloss.

Oh.

You'll just have to try it
for yourself.

Mr. Johnson?

- Miss?
- Um--

Phillips.

I'm-- [laughs]
I'm sorry, I don't, um--

What are we meeting about?

I think I've made a mistake.

Mistake?

You're just a lot older
than I expected.

You're very quick
with the, uh, compliments.

Oh, um, no.
I'm-I'm so sorry.

I-I didn't mean it like that.
Um, I just--

The Wesley Johnson
I'm-I'm looking for

is about 30 years old.

You're thinking of Wes Junior,
my son.

You have a son named Wesley
who's about my age?

Does he work here?

O-Okay. Um--

Do you know
where I could find him?

- [paper rustling]
- [sighs]

The Meadow Glen
Children's Center.

Great. Thank you.

Uh, does he volunteer there?

He runs the joint.

What do want my son for,
Miss Phillips?

Oh, um, he's--

He's involved in a project
I'm working on.

I mean, that is,
if I can find him.

Project. When he could've been
part of this.

What is it?

It's a very new,
exciting project

that I'm working on.

Um, okay, well,

thank you so much
for your time.

If you'll excuse me.

- Miss Phillips.
- Hmm?

When you see my son,

tell him his father says...
hello.

I'll do that.

Oh, excuse me. I'm looking
for Wesley Johnson.

His office
is right through that door.

Thanks.

[door creaks]

[zing]

[chuckles]

Mr. Johnson?

Today only.
[laughs]

Please, come in.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Nice, uh, rod.

Oh, thanks.
I just got it.

What can I do for you?

Megan Phillips.

Oh, you're a writer.

You interested in doing
a human interest story?

'Cause the center could really
use one right about now.

My thoughts exactly.

Good. I don't want it
to be about me, though.

The kids are
what really matter here.

- Yes, of course, the kids.
- [knocking]

Sorry, Wes, but we need you.

Now?

Now.

Uh, would you excuse me
for a moment?

Sure.

I'll be right back.

All right, kids,
let's get a snack.

What seems to be the problem,
Officer?

Just a little understanding
concerning an unpaid item.

I see.

Look, it's not
the end of the world.

The store
does have its policies.

During the holidays,

this sort of thing
just gets out of hand.

I don't think he's a bad kid.

What is it
he forgot to pay for?

Snow globe.

One of our best.

Why?

It was for you.
For Christmas.

[sighs]
What can we do about this?

Mr. Reynolds is willing
to let this whole thing go.

Especially under
these circumstances.

As long as you
pay for the globe.

Oh. How much
to make it better?

Twenty dollars.

- Here's 40 for your trouble.
- Oh, no, twenty's fine.

Um, here's the globe,
you paid for it.

And, uh, Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I know you were just trying
to do something nice for me,

but I can't accept this.

You understand?

I just can't.

Now go to your room and
think about what you've done.

I'm sorry.

I know you are.
Now take off.

[sighs]

Please don't write about this.

What kind of girl
do you think I am?

The kind that likes to write?

COOPER: So I'm impressed.

I didn't think
you'd come up with anything.

And then you figured
I would give up

and go back
to what I do best?

Something like that.

So what happens next?

Well, I'm having dinner
with my subject tonight,

and if I play my cards right,

I think I can get enough
material for a feature piece.

Good for you.
Don't blow it.

I'm saving you an open space
in tomorrow's edition.

I need it first thing
in the morning.

Uh, yes, of course.
thank you.

Here are
those archival clippings

of last year's tree lighting
ceremony that you asked for.

Good job, Nina.

I'll get these back to you
when I'm done.

Remember what I said.

- What's going on?
- Uh, nothing.

I just had to sell Cooper
on a story idea that I had.

Bravo. What's It about?

Well, I told him it's about
the foster children's center

and how hard it is to find the
kids homes during the holidays,

and that's what
it's going to be about,

sort of.

Did you see this?

Um-- [chuckles]

This was given to me
20 years ago,

by some kid
playing Secret Santa--

a kid I had never met before.

It's what made me want
to become a writer.

[chuckles] Just this simple
little notebook.

Cool.

Yeah. Yeah, it recently
found its way back to me,

and I used the poem
that he wrote in the inside

to track him down.

That's awesome.
Meeting after 20 years.

- What did he say?
- Oh.

Uh, he doesn't know
about this yet.

I just-- I heard that
he ever sent me, you know,

gifts all that long ago.

I just, um--
I didn't tell him.

Uh, why not?

Well, he said he doesn't want
the story to be about him,

and I certainly don't want it
to be about me.

So you're not going
to tell him.

I'm going to tell him.

Sometime, maybe.

You know,
when it benefits me.

Megan, you are not
to be trusted.

country]

Good evening.

Wow. That is
a very pretty dress.

Thank you.

You know, I've never
been here before.

Best pepperoni slice
in town.

Just make sure the pizza
stays on your plate.

Of course.

Thank you.

I do appreciate you taking
the time to talk to me.

I know today's been
quite hectic for you.

That sort of thing
happens all the time.

Foster kids
have a whole set of problems

that are unique to them.

I can imagine.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I would really like
to hear about them and you.

Um-- [chuckles]

I mean, that's why
were here, right?

Great. Great. Um--

I just--

[Megan laughs]

I just didn't
want to seem over-eager.

No. But like I said,
it can't be about me.

Of course. But I want
to learn about everything,

so people get
the complete picture

of what the center
is all about.

I get you.

How did you ever come to head up
a center for foster children?

I mean, that seems
like it would be very demanding.

Yeah, it can be.

But that's
what I like about it.

Even since
I was a little kid,

I used to spend all my free time
helping others.

I'd create these boxes,

which I used to call
Christmas care packages.

Just a little box
full of simple gifts

that I would donate
to an outreach program

that would find
good homes for 'em.

And it was fun to do.

But you never had any idea

who received
your Christmas care packages?

No.

No, that was part of the fun,

trying to imagine what kind
of kid would receive the box.

I would do all of it myself.

Otherwise,
what would be the point?

And now you've devoted yourself
to a foster kids program

when you could've been the VP of
the largest architectural firm

in the state.

And how do you know that?

I'm a reporter.
It's my job to know.

And as she steps forward
to accept her Nobel Prize

for outstanding
journalistic achievement,

she types humbly,

"byline...

Megan Phillips."

[chuckles]

Wesley Johnson,
you may not know it,

but you've just given this girl

the second best Christmas gift
she has ever received.

[typing]

Welcome to my world.

Love the way you've woven
Wesley's inner determination

to leverage
his family fortune.

It's his desire
to actually help people,

even at the expense
of his own pocketbook.

The true story of a person
that gives till it hurts,

instead of receiving
at the holidays.

I'm glad you like it.

Yeah. This goes to the website
in 30 minutes.

Print version will hit
tomorrow morning. Okay?

Congratulations.

Well done.
Now how do you plan to top it?

Um, we hit it again?

Make it a series?

We do still have one more issue
to put out before Christmas Eve.

How to do you plan
to go about that?

We focus on the children.

Find out who they are
and how they relate to Wesley

and figure out why they have
nowhere to go for the holidays.

We can find our own
little Tiny Tim.

[chuckles]
Hook our readers into his story.

Pull them in.

Tiny Tim.

I like Tiny Tim,

I like it a lot.

It's a real
Charles Dickens angle.

Nice. Now get back to work.

Megan!

Hey.

Oh.

What, you've come to thank me

for ghostwriting
your reservoir piece?

Hey, that's what
girlfriends do.

But seriously, about that?

I told editorial
I'd share my byline with you.

- They totally screwed it up.
- Really?

Of course.

Anyway, I read your story
about that Wesley Johnson guy.

You know, he's the son
of that huge architect.

That's right.

Well, I found your piece
very interesting.

Wealthy big shot father,
charitable selfless son.

Oil and water-- two completely
different types of people.

Got me thinking a lot.
About us.

- Oh, please.
- No.

Please let me finish.

Maybe I was a little hasty

with the whole
you-and-me business.

Why don't we go out tonight
and hash things over?

I feel like I owe you one anyway
for the reservoir piece.

Oh, my gosh.
That is so gracious,

but I think
I'm gonna have to pass.

Don't you have work to do?

[sighs]
Yes.

So, uh, can we continue this
conversation later over dinner?

Maybe.

** [Muzak]

Hi, Aunt Helen.

Megan!

What a surprise.

Well, Merry Christmas,

and I brought you
a little something.

Oh.

Ooh.
[laughing]

Thank you.
[chuckles]

Merry Christmas to you too.

Thank you.

How are you?

I've been all right.

Just slowing down some.

Aunt Helen, you've been
saying that for years now.

Well, it's true, you know.

Even my slow
is getting slow now.

It's so nice to see you.

I thought maybe I wouldn't
see you before Christmas.

I know. I'm sorry.
I've been so busy at work,

and I keep trying
to get ahead,

which apparently, in my case,
is difficult.

Well, that will change...

and soon.

No, I feel it in my bones.

- That's just arthritis.
- [laughs] Oh, you!

A few days ago, you sent me
my old leather notebook.

I did.

They're making us clean out all
our stuff from the storage room.

Clear out? Why?

I don't know,
but something's going on.

I just don't know what yet.
Yeah.

Aunt Helen,
you don't happen to have

any of the other gifts still
that the boy sent me

along with the notebook,
do you?

Oh.

No, I don't think so, honey.

That notebook was the only one
that you really hung on to

as you grew up.

The other gifts
just fell by the wayside.

Well, thanks anyway. Um--

I think I'm just gonna go
pay your rent

and figure out what's happening
with the storage situation.

Thank you, sweetie.

I love you.

I love you too, dear.

- Hi.
- Oh.

Can I help you,
Miss Phillips?

Oh, yes. I just came
to pay my aunt's rent

and to find out what's happening
with her storage space.

Is there something going on
I should know about?

I'm afraid there is.

We just got the final word
this morning.

What happened?

New construction.

Yes, the whole community
is about to be "revitalized."

Converted to upscale
luxury condos.

What? They can't do that.

Oh, they can, and they are.

But if you can come up
with some clever ideas,

just let me know

because I'm being
laid off.

I'm sorry.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, my eye.

Bah humbug!

Wesley.

Hey. Just couldn't
stay away, huh?

Did you see my article?

I did. It was great.

- Great job.
- Oh, you're too kind.

Better yet, it paid off.

How's that?

Well, this morning...

we got a donation.

A big one.

Wow! $5,000.

Yeah. Your article reached out
and touched someone.

Apparently.

Well, the print edition
hits newsstands tomorrow,

so hopefully there's
more where that came from.

We can only hope.

I know your magazine
changes out every week,

but anything's
better than nothing.

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

I think we should do
a follow-up

for the big Christmas issue.

What more is there to say?

Can we speak
privately somewhere?

Okay.

They look so intense.

What are they doing
over there?

They're making Christmas cards,

which can be kind of challenging
for little hands.

We distribute them
to others who struggle

around this time of year.

You know, that's exactly
the angle I'm looking for.

A follow-up piece
focusing on you

and your work
with the children.

Oh. What were you thinking?

I think we can work together
to help find them families

that'll get them out of here
for Christmas.

Couldn't hurt.

We found holiday homes
for most of our kids,

but I haven't had any luck
with these last six.

- They're not as easy to place.
- Why is that?

You've seen Chase.

His mother died
when he was young.

His father was in the military,
killed in Afghanistan.

He lived with his relatives
for a while,

but there were
some behavioral issues.

And, well--

I guess I was lucky.

I had one person
who didn't give up on me,

but I still felt
like I had nothing.

[sighs] Now I know
what nothing looks like.

He'll be okay.

He's a survivor.

Now, Shelly, she lived
in a home where everyone

screamed and yelled
at each other all the time,

and now she only talks
in a whisper.

Wow. That's so sad.

Maybe I can help.

Maybe.

I don't want
these kids exploited

for just a few cheap
click-throughs on your website.

Wesley, what kind of girl
do you think I am?

Well, join us tonight,
and I'll let you know.

Cooper's gone all out
over your story,

but I think if you'd stuck
to the notebook idea,

it would've been better.

It didn't really come up,
but it worked out anyway, right?

No kidding. Cooper's ordered
twice the normal print run

of this week's edition.

Let me see.

[snickers]

Read it and weep, Alex.

What are you working on?

Oh, just checking some facts
regarding tenant's rights.

- Why?
- They're planning to convert

the retirement community
that my aunt lives in

to luxury condos and--

Well, I have to find her
a new place to live.

I can barely afford
the one she's in now.

Oh, that sucks.

Yeah. I was trying to find maybe
a small hiccup in the system

that could possibly delay
the process.

[clears throat]
Ladies.

What now?

I couldn't help hearing you
mention that upscale community

that's starting up
in East Town.

What about it?

Well, it just so happens
to be the focus

of my new lead story.

What? Why?

The company behind it all

happens to be owned
by one Wesley Johnson Sr.

Are you kidding me?

This is where you and I can
really share a byline together.

Excuse me?

Don't you see?
My story, your story.

They're glued together now.

We could join forces
and knock it outta the park.

Father versus son.

Profit versus charity.

It's irony. Sweet irony.

I'd say it was a lucky break.

How long have you
known about this?

Since I read her article
this morning.

[scoffs]
What are the chances?

[chuckles]

Hey there.

Hey! What brings you
back here so soon?

Hot off the presses.

It's not even available
until tomorrow.

Oh, this so cool.

I wanted be the first
to give a copy to Mr. Johnson.

He's not in his office today.

Oh.

He's in the library.

End of the hall.

Thanks. I owe you one.

Uh, Mr. Johnson.

Funny running into you here.

Especially considering
this is my library.

And a grand one at that.

I just wanted to thank you

for steering me
in the right direction.

- Oh?
- Yes.

Um, I'm a writer
for Nightlife Style magazine,

and, um,
it's tomorrow's edition.

[laughs]

You're a fast worker, huh?

I have to be.
It's Christmas.

And I wanted you to have a copy
before anybody else.

And you brought it all the way
down here just for me.

Well, there is
one other thing.

Yes?

Your company is planning

the new upgraded condos
at Sunset Villas, right?

And?

Does it have to be
the Sunset Villas?

That area has come
to a complete standstill.

It needs to be revitalized.
It's best for everyone.

No.

It's not best for my aunt.
She lives there.

Well, in order
for something new to go up,

something old
has to come down.

And there's absolutely
nothing else you can renovate?

The property acquisition

has already been made,
Miss Phillips.

i just can't...
everything away.

Not that I want to.

But thank you
for the magazine.

It's nice to know that my son

is not completely
throwing his life away.

* Oh, St. Nick's
got a new bag of tricks *

* He's landing on rooftops
all over town *

You guys ready
to have fun today?

Yes!

Hey, guys.

Hey. Nice hat.

It was an offer
I couldn't refuse.

[laughs]

So what can I help out with?

Uh, help with some shoes?

I'm on it.

Ready?

[whispering]

Oh.

[whispering]

Sharing secrets already?

Just between us girls.

What'd she say?

That she has a crush on you.

And what did you say?

A girl's gotta keep
some stuff to herself.

All right.
[laughs]

The kids love this place.

Alley gives us a special deal,
and it's great exercise.

Hmm. Are they any good?

[yelling]

Absolutely not,

But don't tell them that.

Yeah!

[chattering]

Yeah!

[laughing]

[Megan laughing]

[clears throat]

Did, um, you minor in dance
in college?

What kind of question is that?

Are you making fun of me?

No. No, no.

You just have
a certain... flair.

That's what you call it?

- Your turn.
- 'Kay.

Beginner's luck.
[laughs]

Let me help you.

** [tender]

[laughs]

Whoa!

- Wow. That's better, huh?
- Yeah, it is!

So I keep coming back to
how you ended up at Meadow Glen.

I mean, you have
a degree from Stanford.

You have all kinds of doors
open for you.

How do you say no
to all that money and success

after working so hard?

Well, it depends on
how you value money

and how you define success.

Fair enough.

Then what is the most rewarding
part of your job?

When one of these kids
doesn't come back.

What do you mean?

I mean when they--

When they find
their forever home.

It is tough not being able
to see them every day,

but it's the best thing
that could happen to them.

I would like
to argue that...

you're probably the best thing
to ever happen to them.

You working up an angle
for your next article?

I mean, don't you want more?

I-I certainly do.

Well, of course I want more.

It's just not the more that
you're probably thinking of.

Not the kind, I guess,
you want.

When you never have anything,
you grow up wanting everything.

I'm sorry it had
to be like that.

No, it's okay.

Listen, I am still
climbing my way to the top,

one word at a time.

[laughs]

Oh, wow.

Outstanding, buddy!

It's gonna
be a hard score to beat.

Whoo!

They're not bad.

[laughs]

So...

what about the second article?

I think it would
really help the kids.

I think it would
really help you.

What I don't want
is for these kids to become

rungs on your ladder
to success.

They've been through
enough already.

I understand that.

I-- I promise you,
you won't regret it.

I'll think about it.

Can you think about it quickly?

[laughing]

Like now?

Oh, man.
[laughs]

[rhythmic knocking]

Coming.

Hello!

[both laughing]

[Megan sighing]

Oh, no, you don't.
I'm working.

Oh, yes, I do.

Nothing sparks
a girl's creativity

like a 2002 Cabernet.

Did you say 2002?

Mm-hmm.

So, you've been hard to reach
these last 24 hours.

I know.
There's a lot going on.

So I hear.

Well, Cooper liked
my first piece so much,

he's letting me
do a follow-up.

Ah, so you finally told Wesley
about your notebook.

Oh, uh, no.
No, not exactly.

So you lied to him.

I didn't lie about anything,

I just didn't tell him
the whole truth.

There's a difference.

My father used to call that
a lie by omission.

I--

I think we're past
that point anyway.

- It would just be awkward.
- Whatever you say.

You seem to be insinuating that
I'm taking advantage of him.

Mmm. Not me. I would never
suggest such a thing.

Besides, it is your job
to pull a story out of him

however you do it.

Exactly. And he did agree
to a second article.

Well, see, there you go.

There's one condition.

I have to volunteer
at the center.

- That's great!
- Mm-mm.

It is not great. What am I
gonna do with all of those kids?

Give back a little.
It'll be healthy for you

to see how
the other half lives.

Oh, I have seen it.

I have lived it,
and I hated it.

I think he's literally trying
to make me work for my article.

Hmm. I think he's trying
to spend more time with you.

And last I checked,
you were single.

Oh.
[scoffs]

If you didn't have wine,
I would kill you.

Girl, if I didn't have wine,
I'd kill myself.

[both laughing]

[typing]

Working on
your next masterpiece?

[sighs]
Jealous?

Me, jealous?

Well, yeah, sorta.

I'll give you this,
you did do it on your own.

And it's good.
Say it.

You're right. It's good.

But it could be better
if you just let me help you.

I'm not teaming up with you,
byline or no byline.

Okay. All right.
At least hear me out though?

No. I've thought about it,
and that's, um,

that's not the kind of article
I'm interested in.

Really? You're sticking
with this whole feel-good angle?

Yeah, and it's been
working for me.

Listen, I just don't understand

how slamming Mr. Johnson's plans
is gonna help anything.

Megan, that's where
you're wrong,

It's a story
of two different worlds.

It literally writes itself.

And...

And?

And... we could be
a team again.

I wouldn't do it
without you.

That's comforting.

Please, just think about it.

It would be the biggest piece
this rag has ever seen.

It could help both of us.
A lot.

But it would hurt Wesley.

[sighs]

Why do you even care?

When this is finished,
you'll never see this guy again.

But something like this
will take your little puff piece

to a whole other level,
a level I know you wanna be at.

Right alongside me.

Right along with me.

Don't start.
I'm not your girlfriend.

Whatever you say.

MEGAN: "'Twas the night
before Christmas,

when all through the house,

not a creature was stirring,
not even a louse."

Mouse!

A mouse.

Oh, okay, right.
Don't know how I missed that.

"Not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung
by the chimney with hair."

Care!

Oh, right.

She's a natural.

Too bad she's not around
more often.

Oh?

[laughing]

"He was chubby and--"

She could make your life
a little easier.

That's what you're here for.

You know what I mean.

"A wink of his eye
and a twist of his head

soon gave me to know
I had nothing to dread."

Oh, so you think
she's the one?

MEGAN: "And filled
all the stockings--"

You have to get past
the hurt sometime.

I will.

When I'm ready.

"Up the chimney he rose.

But I heard him explain,
ere he drove out of sight."

You're ready.

"Happy Christmas to all

and have a nice flight."

[laughing]

Okay, kids, say thank you
to Miss Phillips.

Thank you, Miss Phillips.

You're welcome.

Now everyone to your room for
an hour of quiet time. Let's go.

[clicks tongue]

I honestly didn't think
you'd show up today.

Oh, well, reporting
as ordered, sir.

Well, I've reconsidered that.

I just wanted to see what
kind of girl you really were,

and now that I have,
you don't have to come by.

- But I want to.
- Why?

You must be really busy
writing up all my adventures.

Don't you have a deadline?

I do, but I'm not
too busy for you.

And the kids.

You and the kids.
[laughs]

Well, the children
love you too,

so you are very welcome
to stick around.

I went to see your father
again yesterday.

I asked him not to convert
the Sunset Villas into condos.

I'm sorry. I didn't realize
he was involved with that.

Well, he is,
and he said--

"That's progress.

For something new to go up,
something old must come down."

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

That's what he always says.

I just feel so terrible
for those people.

Once you reach a certain age,
change is not a welcome thing.

Well, we can at least make sure
they have a merry Christmas.

What do you say
we get the kids

to whip up a batch
of special Christmas cards,

and then they hand-deliver them
to the folks down there?

That's a wonderful idea.

I think I have
a better one.

Why not have the children

recreate your original
Christmas care packages.

I mean, that way they can

really experience
the act of giving.

You're right.

We can have them fill up
the boxes with fun things.

Useful things.

Silly things.

- Tasty things.
- [laughs]

This is brilliant.

Megan, I could almost kiss you.

[gasps]

Uh, you need to see me?

Yes, sir.

Oh. Um--

That's okay. I-I have to, um,
go Christmas shopping.

You know, for the care packages
and all that jazz.

- Let's talk later.
- Yes.

The-- We--
We'll talk later. Okay.

What's on your mind, pal?

Twenty dollars.

That's a lot of money.
Where did this come from?

Will you accept my gift now?

Yes, I will.

Just this once.
Never again, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Hey.

Thank you.

- Got a minute?
- Sure.

I wanna show you something.

This is a Purple Heart.

Where'd you get
something like this?

Chase sold it to me for $20.

AUNT HELEN:
This is excellent.

I read every word of it.

And to think
that it's that same boy.

And I have you
to thank for all of this.

Oh, no, dear.

No, really. If you hadn't
sent me that notebook--

I had completely forgotten
about it.

Well, I kept it ever since
you went off to college.

There were
so many wonderful memories

you'd written down in it.

You read my entries?

Oh--
[stammers]

Just a few.
[chuckles]

Well, I had to make sure
it was something

you'd really want back.

And now look.

A wonderful Christmas story
you can be proud of.

No, I'm proud of you.

It should have been
writing your story.

Oh, poo.

There's nothing special
about me.

When my father abandoned me,
you took me in.

A single woman,
barely able to scrape by,

raising
someone else's child alone.

That's pretty special.

I didn't realize
until recently

what it's like to not even
have one person care about you.

But I do now.

AUNT HELEN:
All right.

Enough of this mushy stuff.

You didn't come all the way
over here just to gush on me

[laughs]

No.

I wanted to tell you that
the children from the center

are gonna come here and deliver
their Christmas care packages,

just like the one
I received 20 years ago.

How wonderful!

God, so many of these people

have no one to visit with
at the holidays.

You are going
to have to move.

I don't know where yet, but I
promise I will figure it out.

That's all right, dear.

Everything always works out.

I hope so, Aunt Helen.

- Busy?
- Hah. Never for my son.

- How you been?
- I'm fine, son, fine.

I've been reading a lot
about you lately.

Yeah, funny how
that worked out.

Yeah, but I'm not so sure
it's all for the best.

What does that mean?

Well, I've met the writer.
Twice.

I'm not so sure she's so sincere
about helping you're center,

or she's out
for her own personal gain.

Well, either way,
what difference does it make?

- It's just an article.
- Yeah, true.

But there's a lot of people

who'd like to bring
this company down a peg or two,

and I just want to establish
she's not trying to get to me

through you.

Oh, so this is about you.

Is that it?

No.

This is about us.

This family.

Listen.

I know it's been... hard on you
since your mother passed,

and I haven't always
been there.

But we are still family.

I feel your hurt.

Dad...

engagements have been
broken off before,

so... don't worry about me.

And I think I know
what kind of girl Megan is,

and I trust her.

Is this all you wanted
to talk to me about?

A check for $10,000.

Why?

Well, it's long overdue.

I've always--
[chuckles]

been jealous of you working
at that center and not here.

I know I shouldn't have,
but that, um, article,

well, it's--

It's maybe given me
a new thought.

This will help a lot.

I've got about a dozen kids
that still need homes.

Especially around Christmas.

Well, Megan is whipping up
a new article.

She thinks it's gonna help.

Oh, uh, maybe--
[chuckles]

Maybe I've misjudged her.

Yeah, um, tell you what. Um--

Tonight, at La Rogue.

Three of us.

- Dinner.
- Really?

Yeah, all right.
I'll ask her.

Thanks.

Yes, Mr. Johnson?

Those papers I was waiting for,
they ever come in?

Y-Yes, sir.
I'll bring them right to you.

Okay, remember.

Not a word of this to anyone,
especially my son.

Understood?

Understood.

**

* Wherever you go
I wanna be there *

* Sharing these holidays

* Now it feels like a hole
is here in my heart *

* 'Cause I'm watching you
walk away *

* The carolers are singing

What's the matter, Chase?
Everybody else is having fun.

What's wrong?

I wanna go home for Christmas.

I wanna go home to my daddy.

You can't.

I know how you must feel, but
this is your family right now.

They said my dad was dead,
but he's not dead.

He'll come back for me.
You'll see.

I'm so sorry.

But some things
just can't be helped.

Mmm!

Oh!

Thank you.

Oh, my gosh!

Thank you.
Oh, so sweet!

[laughs]
Did you see?

This is a great idea.
Everybody wins.

I'm embarrassed to say
that it was all Megan's doing.

I don't know why
I didn't think of it.

Christmas care packages
were my idea first.

I guess maybe your mind
was on other things.

Like what?

Like her.

[chattering]

No.

All right, yeah.

Does she know?

Nope.

- This is the best Christmas.
- Love you.

** [melancholy]

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Well?

Amazing. Just amazing.

Kids are really getting
into the spirit of giving,

and considering their situation,
that's almost a miracle.

See? Miracles can happen.

Oh, thanks to you.

I didn't do anything.

I just set up a great story.

[laughs] Still clawing
your way to the top?

One word at a time.

I wonder what happened to Chase?

He's been struggling lately.

Can you blame him?

Oh, there he is.

He looks like he found
a new friend.

So did I.

Me too.

Oh, kids! Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

Let's go.
We're gonna--

Everybody,
it's time to sing carols.

Duty calls.

Dinner tonight?

With me and my father.

I would be honored.

* Deck the halls
with boughs of holly *

* Fa la la la la
La la la la *

* 'Tis the season
to be jolly *

* Fa la la la la
La la la la *

* Don we now
our gay apparel *

* Fa la la la la la la
La la la *

* Fa la la la la
La la la la *

"And the grace of Christmas,
the spirit of giving,

shall live in the hearts
of all good people forever."

Done.

Hey, partner.

I am not your partner.

Then why am I
always helping you?

Because if benefits you
in some way?

True, true.

But I'd feel awful
if I didn't mention

that the final deadline

for getting into today's
digital edition

is about
uh, ten minutes from now.

- No.
- Yes.

I don't have my photos!

- What? Where are they?
- In graphic design.

You better hurry.

** [mischievous]

See you at 8:00.

Excuse me!

Nina?

- Where's the fire?
- My photos from today.

I need then right now.
The deadline is a minute away.

Here you go.

Oh! Bless you. Move!

Hey, the deadline's
not for another hour.

Thank you!

MEGAN: Okay.

Two minutes.

Ah. I got the photos
copied... over

and the article finished.

Better hit send.

[yelps, pants]
Send.

Whew! Barely made it.
[chuckles]

Jeez. Okay, um, I gotta go.

- What's the rush?
- I have to get my hair done.

- Oh. Date night?
- Maybe.

With that guy? If you're trying
to make me jealous--

We're not talking about this
right now. Maybe later.

Thank you for helping me.

You're welcome.

Have fun.

Hey, Joe. Alex. Listen.

Megan was in such a hurry
to get out of here

she accidentally hit send
on a new piece.

Yeah, yeah, go ahead
and put a hold on that.

I promise you the final piece
will be there in 30 minutes.

Thanks.

All right.

Who's your buddy now?

WESLEY: Megan, I have something
I want to say to you.

I'm all ears.

Well, when I first met you--

Yes?

I was a little gun shy.

I didn't really know
where you were coming from,

and I had a few trust issues.

That's understandable.
I'm a reporter.

Oh. Then you asked me what kind
of girl I thought you were.

And...

- I think you're great.
- You do?

Well, I feel the same.

- Hmm.
- About you.

Oh, really?

Scout's honor.

I hope you haven't started
this party without me.

Mr. Johnson.

Please.

All my friends
call me Lee.

Dad, happy you could make it.

Oh, don't be silly,
Wesley,

After all,
this was my own idea,

and I wanted to...
chat with this young lady

who's written
so much about my son.

Hi. Give me
a whiskey neat, please.

And not a moment too soon.

Um, yes.

I'm so sorry. Would you, uh,
excuse me for a moment?

Well?

Well, she's, um--
She's very pretty.

She's very ambitious.

- Dad--
- All right, all right.

You're right, you're right.
[clears throat]

I'm quite sure
she's a wonderful girl,

or you wouldn't have
fallen for her so quickly.

I'm happy for you, son.

What are you doing here?

Whoa. Not so loud.

What are you doing here?

What? Can I help it if we have
the same taste in restaurants?

I'm going to give you
one chance to walk out.

Then what?

Listen, Megan, this isn't
about Johnson or your aunt

or a bunch of old people
you don't even know.

This is about grabbing a story
and running with it.

If it's gonna happen,
it's gonna happen.

Make the most of it
and come out a winner.

I'm sorry.
I don't feel that way.

Well, that's why
you're still where you are.

Sorry to interrupt, sir. I have
those documents you requested.

Excuse me.
Something to take care of.

Order me the sea bass.

Of course.
[scoffs]

You act like Johnson is involved
in some criminal activity.

This is a construction job,
not a mob hit.

How can you defend him?

Your aunt's getting booted
just like the rest of them.

Just stay away from my table.

Whatever you say.

- Everything okay?
- Um, everything's fine.

Where's your dad?

He had some business
to take care of.

He'll be right back.

If you could sign right here.
Thank you, sir.

Excuse me.

Oh, no.

Working after hours,
Mr. Johnson?

- This is private.
- I'll bet.

Here it is almost Christmas,
and you just can't wait.

- Can you?
- Who are you?

I write for Nightlife Style.

I wonder what's going on.

Um, Wesley, please stay here.

I can't.

ALEX: How could you
live with yourself?

Your greed is literally
putting people on the street.

What do you think now,
Megan, huh?

You know him?

- Maybe.
- Maybe?

I'm her boyfriend.
Didn't she tell you?

What? Your boyfriend?

No. No, he's not
my boyfriend.

You seem to know
a lot about me.

There's obviously something
going on between you two,

but I liked you.

So I made an arrangement

to develop a new property
outside of town

and bypass Sunset Villa
altogether.

What?

I'll get this turned in.

I am so sorry.

I can't believe you.

Susie, what are you
doing here?

- Have you seen this?
- What is it?

The online version of
tomorrow's edition of Nightlife.

Well, I guess
I've intruded here long enough.

[Megan sighs]

"Like Father, Unlike Son."

Read the last paragraph.

"And in the days that we've come
to know the Johnson family,

it's difficult to believe
that they are in fact

plotting the eviction of so many
of our senior citizens.

How can a plan so heinous
be considered progress

at a time when so many
have so little

and need so much?

What a sad ending to what
might have otherwise been

an uplifting story.

Expos� by Alex Murphy
and Megan Phillips."

"Megan Phillips"?

You can't think
that I wrote this!

One word at a time.

You can't believe that.

He must have put pieces
of my article into his own work

and then put my name
alongside his.

[sighs]
Alex! It was Alex!

Alex? Your boyfriend?

- He's not my boyfriend.
- But he was.

How could anybody believe
something so outlandish?

You two used me to write some
cheap story about my family.

And you obviously worked
together on this smear campaign

to promote your own careers.

I didn't.

And you dragged
the children into this.

WESLEY: Unbelievable.

I think we better go.

Let's go.

Wesley, you had--

You and I.

**

* The first time I saw you
I knew *

* The spark
that I couldn't undo *

You okay?

One more?

[chuckles]

I think maybe
you should go home.

Why?

I bet someone's wondering
where you are.

I wouldn't be so sure.

* And I knew
that it was love *

- * Oh, love
- [ringing]

* Come on, let's find a way

Let me guess. I'm fired.

Now simmer down, Megan.
It's not the end of the world.

Well, it's not
the end of your world.

Alex told me what he did,

and as dumb as it was,

thought he was
doing you a favor.

Some favor.

It was only the online edition.
We've pulled the piece already.

All right?
It'll never be seen again.

I've...
I've ruined everything.

Megan, you can't let something
like this hold you back.

All right? You said
you wanted to leave a mark.

You wanted to mean something.

Now's not the time to give up.

Now's the time
to dig down deep

and find out
what you're really made of.

Find out what you really
want out of life.

It's there.

Trust me.

What I really wanted in life
has been snatched away from me.

Has it?

Has it really?

Think about it.

Now, good night.

[clears throat]
Good night.

[sniffles]

Oh.
[chuckles]

Wesley hates me.

His father hates me.

Even I hate me.

Beautiful work, everyone.

You gonna help
or just stand there and sulk?

I'm gonna sulk, thank you.

For what it's worth,
I believe her.

Why?

That last paragraph.
It's so badly written.

Who uses the word "heinous"
anymore?

I don't know.

Maybe her boyfriend did
write all that stuff, but...

what difference
does it make now?

Could mean a lot.
Could mean everything.

SUSIE: Just sayin'.

[clears throat]

Don't look now.

It's from your father.

Says he's inviting all the kids
to a Christmas Eve's lunch,

and he's not taking no
for an answer.

The limo's outside waiting.

I figured he wouldn't even be
speaking to me right now.

Oh, well, uh...

Guess it can't hurt.
Let's rally the troops.

**

* You gotta
shake it up, Santa *

* Ooh

* You gotta
shake it up, Santa *

* Oh, yeah, yeah

* You gotta shake it up,
Santa Claus *

* Grooving to
the Christmas blues *

* I said go, Santa, go

* Go, Santa, go

* I said go, Santa, go

* Go, Santa, go

- * Go, Santa, go
- * Go, Santa, go

- * Go, Santa, go
- * Go, Santa, go

Well, I'm glad you accepted
my invitation.

- Hi, Mr. Johnson.
- Susie.

Dad, I'm sorry about last night.
That was all my fault.

Forget about it, son.

They pulled the article,
they published an apology.

No one of importance saw it.

Well, that's something,
I guess.

What is this all about?

I got to thinking all about your
situation with the children,

and, um, I got
more than a few friends

who might not mind stepping up
to the plate to help out.

What better way to find
these kids homes

than to get to meet
likeminded people face to face?

It's a wonderful idea.

Well, you know,
it all came to me...

with a little help.

What's she doing here?

I invited her.

This is a media-worthy event.

She introduced me
to her editor,

and I believe
she was telling the truth.

See? Even your dad
believes her.

Why are you
just standing here?

Didn't expect
to see you again so soon.

Oh.

I'm sorry. Your father
left me a voicemail,

and the reporter in me
responded.

I see.

I can leave
if you want me to.

No. Uh--

You've got a job to do.

Well, I only came here
to talk to you.

Good afternoon!

I want to thank you all

for attending
my little holiday get-together.

You know, it's not often
we get the opportunity

for everyone to be
getting along so famously

[Mr. Johnson chuckles]

My son, Wes Jr.,

as you know,

operates the Meadow Glen
Children's Center.

It is a selfless task

he does with a lot of love
and tireless dedication.

But sometimes
that's just not enough!

That's where all of you...

come in.

So, please,

take your time

in getting to know
all of these wonderful children,

and let's make happen today...

a little Christmas magic.

[applause]

No. No, no, uh-uh.
Don't applaud me.

I would have not known
about this situation

if it wasn't for the insights
of Miss Megan Phillips.

Please.

Thank you, Mr. Johnson.
[sighs]

What you've done here today
for these children

is nothing short
of a miracle.

I tried to do some
good things here, but...

sometimes, as you said,

trying is not enough.

I can never sufficiently
apologize for what happened.

Please believe me that
I never wanted to hurt anybody.

20 years ago,
when I really needed it,

a young boy
gave me a Christmas gift.

This notebook.

And in that notebook,
I wrote down

all of my childhood hopes
and dreams for the future.

Some of them came true,
some didn't.

Wesley, you've touched
the lives of so many.

I thought I knew
what I wanted most in life,

and I worked really hard
to get it,

and then when I had it,
I realized that...

none of it was worth it.

If the fragile thread
that held everything together

became unraveled,

hold on tight
to what you believe in.

Don't let your dreams
fall apart.

Thank you.

Thank you, Megan.

Well, with all that said...

[laughs]

Hey, let's party!

[applause]

Why didn't you
say something before?

I was going to at first,

but you said you didn't want
the story to be about you,

so I held back

and then every time
I even thought about it,

it felt awkward,

and I know I should have
been upfront about it.

I never thought
I would meet someone

who received
one of my gifts,

but here we are.

I know.

I never thought I would get the
chance to thank you in person.

Instead of doing that,
I used you to boost my career.

That's worked out great.

It's all my fault.
I don't know what I expected.

I could've been a better man.
I could've listened.

I could've had
some faith in you.

You deserved a chance,
and I didn't give it to you.

What are you trying to say?

Well...

[chuckles]

What did she say?

She said that she still
has a crush on you,

but you're too old for her,

so if I wanted you,
I could have you.

And what did you say?

I do.

[sighs]
They're playing your song.

Which one is that?

Does it matter?

No.

Hey, Dad,
thanks for everything.

* You can't imagine

* How good it feels to hold you
right here in my arms *

* At this holiday season

* I like to make a wish
upon a shooting star *

* And ask for
just one dance *

* When I have you near me

* I never want to let you go

* Just one dance

* I'm living
a dream come true *

* As long as I am
here with you *

* Here with you

* Here with you

* Just one dance with you

Don't they make
a lovely couple?