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[Logo theme music]

[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]

[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]