All language subtitles for Holiday.Hotline.2023.720

Gracie? Mia?

What are you kids
doing up there?

Gracie?

Mia?

My turkey?!

Merry Christmas!

Thanks for calling
the Holiday Hotline.

Holiday Hotline.

Let’s talk Turkey!

You did what to your turkey?!

And bless you too.

Okay, it’s a long story, but I
can’t get it out of the dryer!

Oh, so you’re saying I was
supposed to remove the bag

before cooking it?

Well, you see it’s, um,

it’s... it’s stuck on the
end of my hockey stick.

The Holiday Hotline.

Every year, between
Thanksgiving and Christmas,

these poultry professionals
calm the nerves of over

100,000 turkey first-timers.

Sure, they could google it, but
there’s nothing like talking

to a real live person.

Okay, alright.

Just take a deep breath.

We’re going to get
through this together.

And speaking of real
people, that’s me, Abby Mitchel,

after a month in America.

Yes, ma’am.

My name is Peggy.

Let’s talk turkey!

Well, "sort of" me.

You might be wondering
how Abby could be

the same person as Peggy.

Well, it all started
back in England,

with some delicious
Yorkshire puddings.

My delicious Yorkshire puddings!

No, Jason.

That’s where you’re wrong.

They’re MY Yorkshire puddings.

Unbelievable.

Abby, darling,
what are you doing?

I read the article, Jason.

They gave the restaurant
a wonderful review.

Maybe you’ve forgotten, but I
created that Yorkshire pudding.

It put this place on the map.

And you didn’t even
bother to mention my name.

Abby, darling, that
was an oversight, luv.

I don’t think so.

You used me.

You took credit for the pudding

and every other
dish I created here.

Abby.

When I first started here
six, no, seven years ago,

you promised you’d
make me a head chef.

And you still could be.

No.

It’s not just the article,
Jason, it’s how you operate.

You’re not trustworthy.

If you really loved me, you
wouldn’t take advantage of me.

Please, darling, please.

Stop.

Look, you’re right.

I should have given you more
credit, but it’s complicated.

I mean the public wants
to believe that...

But Abby, that, that’s
not what it looks like.

Really?

I thought you were done
with that kind of thing.

I can explain.

I don’t think so.

Betrayed me in work and
you betrayed me in love.

I’m done.

I quit.

I quit you and everything
that goes with it.

And just like that, seven
years as a sous chef in one of

London’s finest restaurants,
most of which were in a rocky

relationship, were
tossed in the rubbish,

like a tray of
Yorkshire pudding.

Of course, I was devastated.

Fortunately for me, my Mum
and Dad had just the remedy.

Almost there, keep
your eyes closed.

Oh, no, no.

Okay, ready and, okay, okay,
stay there, stand there.

Open your eyes.

Happy Christmas!
Happy Christmas!

But, it’s November.

We know how much
you love Christmas,

so we decided to
celebrate early.

We thought it might
help cheer you up.

And since you won’t be
home for the holidays...

I won’t?

Archie, you’re gonna ruin
the surprise! Not me.

Merry Christmas, sweetie.

What’s this?

You’re going to Chicago!

Aunt Dorene just moved to a
retirement village in Florida.

And her Chicago place is
just sitting empty until

it goes on the
market in January.

We thought a change
would do you good.

And get your mind off
the restaurant business.

And off that ridiculously
handsome chef. Diane.

What? He is handsome.

Well, even if he’s a bit dodgy.

I guess you’re right.

I could use some time away.

That’s right! Regroup.

Get a fresh perspective.

Out with the old,
in with the new.

The sun will come up tomorrow.

Seat of honour.

Don’t worry, darling.

You will still be a
head chef someday.

I highly doubt that.

Truly, the last thing I want
to do right now is cook.

It only reminds me of him
and all the time I wasted,

and heartache.

If I even make toast in the
next year, it’ll be too soon.

Don’t be daft.

All you need is a fresh start.

Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas!

Alright, to a new adventure!

Anything without cooking!

Bon Appetit!

That bad, huh?

You should have used
the Slow Cooker.

Yeah, well, the thing’s busted.

But the oven
should’ve worked fine.

I mean its chicken.

How hard can it be?

That hard, huh?

Okay, we’re ordering in.

Uhhh.

Alright, pick a menu, any menu.

Italian!

Wise choice.

Hey, Gina, it’s... yep.

Yeah.

Yeah, and a side of... yup.

With extra, yeah.

Okay, great.

Okay, what do you say we
get started on your homework

while we wait, hmm?

How about we do it later?

It’s hard to think
on an empty stomach.

Nice try.

Holiday worksheet.

What’s this?

Some dumb essay I have to write.

Not so dumb.

What’s your favorite holiday?

Duh, Christmas,
of course. Duh.

And what’s your
favorite tradition?

I don’t know. It
doesn’t matter.

What do you mean,
’it doesn’t matter’?

C’mon, spill.

Well, I like to write
about Christmas dinner.

But we don’t do that anymore.

Sure, we do. We
go to Gramma’s.

It’s not the same as
doing it at our house.

I remember how it
used to feel here.

It was way better at home, Dad.

I know it was.

But your mom was a
really great cook,

and she was great at planning,
and great at decorating

the table, and well,
pretty much everything.

You could do all that.

I can’t even make a
chicken leg, sweetie.

And I’m pretty sure you can’t
make a turkey in a Slow Cooker.

What do you say we hold off
on this essay for now, huh?

It’s okay, I can write
about opening presents.

No, no, I’m gonna figure it out.

I am sure I can do a turkey.

I mean, I’m pretty sure.

Pretty sure? Yeah.

You okay to wait?

Okay.

Oh, thank you so much.

Hey, Jack, let’s go.

We need to be in Wicker
Park in twenty minutes.

Jack?

You okay?

I’ve decided to have Christmas
dinner at our house this year.

Okay.

First off, it’s not
even Thanksgiving yet,

and secondly and much
more importantly,

you can’t boil water.

Uh, well, I can learn.

We’re gonna have a big
Christmas dinner at the house

just like we used to
before Nikki died.

Jessica deserves it.

We both do.

Okay, well, good luck with that.

Oh, do you want me
to order Chinese now

or wait until Christmas?

You’re fired.

You can’t fire me,
I’m your brother.

My name is on the wall.

Look, all I’m saying is
that cooking a turkey dinner

is a big hill to
climb for anybody.

Why don’t you give yourself
a break and take Jessica

to moms for Christmas dinner?

Because it’s not her
home, that’s why.

Oh, excuse me, hello.

I’m sorry to bother you.

But where might I find the lift?

Oooh, a British accent!

Are you Abigail?

The chef?

I am.

But please call me Abby.

Well, Abby, if you’re
for an elevator...

Nothing but stairs here.

Oh, dear.

I’m Margaret.

Your great-aunt Dorene told
me "The British Were Coming!"

You’re in 16.

I’m just down from you in 17.

Anything you need,
you just come on over.

But don’t ring the doorbell.

It’s like nails on a
chalkboard for my hearing aid.

I won’t. Let me help
you with your bags.

Oh, no. I’ve lived here for
fifty years, young lady.

And I may not look it but I am,
as my grandkids say, "ripped".

But still, I
can’t... Too late!

Uh.

Hang on!

Right behind you!

I just hope this doesn’t
take too long, hon,

my shift starts
at eleven tonight

and I still haven’t slept.

Don’t worry.

It’ll be quick.

But once the restorations start,
it’s gonna be a mess in there.

Well, I guess that means
I’ll just have to spend

more time at your place.

See, there’s a silver
lining to everything.

And when Jack and I are
done with this place,

it is going to be so beautiful
you’re not gonna want to leave.

Oh, well maybe I’ll
call off the engagement

just so I can stay here.

You know, I’m starting to
wonder if you said ’yes’

just for my
architectural skills.

Oh, but you know I did.

Kissing the client?

Very unprofessional.

How about you
measure the suite?

And Erica will show
me the boiler room.

Don’t worry, I promise to be
the ultimate professional.

Right.

Dorene said something about
you working for a posh

restaurant in London.

Oh, hi.

Yes, four years at the Royal
Academy of Culinary Arts,

and seven in fine dining.

All sorts of complex
dishes, I would imagine.

Cornish Hen, Jellied
Eels, Beef Wellington?

The gamut, yes.

And now you’re making me hungry!

I can break a twenty if needed.

Oh, uh, let me see what I have.

I’m just kidding, dear.

It’s on the house.

And welcome to Chicago.

Right.

Do you need some help?

Um, no, I, I think I’ve
got it sorted, thank you.

Oh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What have you done?

Um, it’s just a door handle.

It can be fixed.

No, it can’t.

It’s original to the building.

It’s irreplaceable.

I’m sorry, I’m a little
confused as to why you have

any concern about my door.

Do you own the building?

No, no, I’m the architect
who’s gonna be restoring

the apartments over
the next few years.

I don’t think you understand...

you just broke a
piece of history.

I’ll find a replacement.

And for the record, I understand
the value of old things.

Where I’m from, this building
is practically brand new.

Huh, if I had a nickel
for every time someone

from Europe said that...

Hey, hey, hey there.

Hi, I’m Mike, and this
is Erica, my finance.

Hi, I live just down the hall.

I’m Abby.

Nice to meet you.

I’ll be your new
neighbor for a while.

Oh great.

If I can get in.

Oh, don’t worry, we’ll
help you get inside.

So, what happened?

Disaster happened.

Seriously?

Ah, this is my brother Jack.

Oh, we’ve met.

Don’t worry, we’ll find another
one somewhere in the city.

It’s just gonna
take a little time.

What a measured,
appropriate response.

Thank you.

Oh!

Know any good locksmiths?

You didn’t have to be so prickly
with Erica’s new neighbor.

I wasn’t prickly.

Everything in that
building is priceless.

She shouldn’t have been
yanking on the door handle.

C’mon, we know this has nothing
to do with the door handle.

What’s up?

I don’t know.

I guess I’m just
worried about Jessica

and making Christmas
normal for her again.

I have to get our
lives back on track.

I’m not sure I can pull it
off the same way Nikki did.

Maybe you’re being a little
too hard on yourself.

Are you sure you can
go through with this?

Well, I have to,

now that I realize how
important it is for her.

You know, I’ve
been thinking, too,

Thanksgiving is
only two days away.

I can start by making a "trial
turkey", and bring it over

to mom and dads for
Thanksgiving, huh.

Oh, boy. That sounds like
a recipe for disaster.

Pun definitely intended.

C’mon, have a little
faith in your brother.

It’s a turkey, how
hard could it be, huh?

And this coming from the brother

who couldn’t even
toast a pop tart.

I’m telling you, Mikey, I am
gonna step up to the plate

and make Christmas dinner,
at home, for Jessica.

I’ve got to swing for the fences
this year, man. Okay, okay.

Move over Gordon Ramsey,
there’s a new cook in town.

Abby! Oh, Margaret!

Good morning.

I’m so glad I ran into you.

I’m in a bit of a
pickle. A pickle?

Yeah, you see I’m new at this.

I got a thirteen-pound turkey,
and Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Oh.

I’m so glad you’re here.

So, what should I cook it at?

In a regular oven, 162 Celsius.

I mean 325 Fahrenheit for
three and a half hours.

Basting? Basting is fine,
for an elementary approach,

but you risk losing conduction
heat with each oven intrusion,

never mind that a herb-butter
browns just the same.

To brine or not to
brine? Easy question.

It’s a "no briner".

Sorry, bad joke.

Definitely brine.
You’re so helpful.

And good.

Even better than I expected.

What’s that?

That is the turkey I’m
making for Thanksgiving.

You’re making a turkey?

What about gramma?

She’s getting the day off.

It’s as hard as a rock, Dad.

Doesn’t it need time to thaw?

Right, yeah.

I’m sure you’re right,
and I’m gonna get to that,

right after breakfast.

Uh, cottage cheese and fruit.

Save some for me.

You’re new in town, so you’re
probably looking for a job?

Oh, not really.

Well, you’re in luck because
who doesn’t need a little

extra cash around the holidays?

That’s lovely, Margaret,
but I’m not sure.

It’s the perfect job!

Seasonal, part-time, and
you need to know someone

to get your foot in the door.

But I’m not looking for...

It’s the Holiday Hotline.

Let’s talk Turkey!

I don’t suppose you
have that in England.

Here, it’s where folks from all
over the country call for help

with their holiday turkeys.

And people talk them through it?

Oh, not just "people".

Experts like you and me.

But I thought you were
cooking your first turkey.

Sorry, but that was a test.

I had to make sure
you were up to it.

Okay, I don’t quite understand.

I promised my family I’d show
up for Thanksgiving this year

and the grandkids
are counting on it.

So, please, keep it
on the hush-hush.

Hush-hush?

Some of the other ladies in the
building have been begging for

a spot on the hotline for years,
bribing me with baked goods.

Don’t want the
gravy train to stop.

Got me? But, Margaret...

That’s right.

I need a sub starting today.

I need you!

Holiday Hotline,
let’s talk turkey.

Yeah, Margaret told me
you were very enthusiastic

about taking the job.

Well, actually I only
agreed because she seemed

so terribly desperate.

That’s rich.

Oh, Margaret said
you were a ringer.

And for a Brit, it seems
like you really know your way

around a Thanksgiving turkey.

Thanks, Roger.

My mother’s American, actually.

So, Thanksgiving’s always
been a special time for us.

And we are thankful for that!

Here you go.

Okay, it’s showtime!

You’re live in
five, four, three...

Isn’t that a TV thing?

Could you just let
me have my fun?

Okay.

Holiday Hotline,
let’s talk turkey.

I don’t know.

My mother-in-law told me to
keep the plastic wrapping

on the turkey, to
seal in the juices.

Does your mother-in-law,
by chance,

have her knickers in a
knot because you’re hosting

Thanksgiving this
year instead of her?

Her what in a what-now?

Oh, sorry.

Do you think that could be why
she’s giving you bad advice?

Maybe.

I hadn’t thought of that.

Thank you.

How long does a twenty-pound
turkey take to thaw?

What?!

Holiday Hotline,
let’s talk turkey.

Can I defrost my turkey on
the roof rack of my car?

I’m driving from
Kenosha to Kalamazoo.

Hello, are you still there?

Can the electric blanket be
on ’high’ all night long?

Pardon?

I’m not sure if my turkey’s
going to be ready in time.

What state is your turkey in?

Florida.

Oh no!

Is this a bad time?

Hmm.

Ahhh.

Yes, I am from England.

Defrost in the refrigerator.

No, we don’t do Thanksgiving
there, but I can-

Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.

Turkey trouble?

They don’t think the British
know how to cook turkey.

Maybe I should just
use an American accent.

Would make this a lot easier.

You can do that?

Of course!

My mom’s American.

Watch this.

Thanks for calling
the Holiday Hotline.

My name is...

What should my American name be?

What’s wrong with Abby?

I’m getting into character.

Oh, okay.

Well, you’re filling
for Margaret,

so Madge, Maggy, Peggy.

Peggy, perfect!

Peggy.

Let’s talk turkey.

Hi, um, this is John.

John?

What?

That is my given name.

I’m talking to a stranger.

Do you let strangers
call you Mikey?

I never understood how
anybody gets Jack from John

in the first place.

How can I help you today, John?

Well, how much time do you have?

Well, as long as it takes.

So, why don’t we start
at the beginning?

I assume you’re having
turkey troubles.

Well, the trouble started
long before the turkey,

but that’s a good
place to start.

What’s the problem?

Well, I have a twenty-pound
turkey and it’s frozen solid.

Okay, sounds like
you’re feeding an army.

When do you need it?

Technically for
Thanksgiving, tomorrow night.

But I thought I’d start early.

And I don’t want to
"fowl" this one up.

Um, sorry, that joke didn’t
deserve the reaction it got.

Apologies.

Um, that was a dad joke.

My daughter would be mortified.

I’ll allow it.

I bet your daughter
is proud of her father

for taking on the turkey duties.

Yeah, well, that’s the thing,
actually I’m struggling here

because I, I just... I want
to show her I can do this,

you know.

This is a test to see if we
can host Christmas dinner here,

like before.

Does mom usually do the cooking?

She used to.

Oh, I’m sorry.

No, that’s okay.

She, um, she’s not
with us anymore.

I’m so sorry.

John?

John, are you still there?

Yeah, um, I think I
need to go actually.

Sorry to waste your time.

But I-

You alright?

Hmm?

Oh, yes, fine.

Thank you.

Maybe that’s enough for
your first go-round.

Tomorrow’s the big day.

You need your rest for
the Thanksgiving rush.

Thanks Roger.

You don’t have to
do that, you know.

Oh, hi.

What are you doing here?

Well, I am the one
who broke the handle.

I thought maybe I
could find a new one.

What are you doing here?

Well, as my brother pointed out,

I was the one who was being
prickly the other day.

I thought maybe replacing
your handle would be

a way to apologize.

It’s okay.

You’re passionate
about your work.

I get it.

That’s crackling -
antique kitchen bits.

Ou, Chicago is pricey.

I’ll have to take out
a loan just to buy

a pack of crisps here.

That’s chips, right?

No.

Chips are fried potatoes.
You mean French fries.

No. The French stole the
idea from the British.

Uh, yeah, well of
course they did, hmm.

This thing’s probably
got a hundred years of

memories baked onto it.

Oh, I hope not.
That’s disgusting.

It’s called seasoning.

That’s what makes cast
iron skillets so wonderful

to cook with.

Oh.

Do, do you cook?

I choose not to.

Same.

Yeah, well, actually
people ask me not to

because I’m beyond
terrible at it.

Speaking of which,
um, I better run

because I have to
pick up dinner.

Oh, me, too.

I’ll let you know if I
find that door handle.

I promise not to
break it if you do!

Yeah.

Okay, sweetie, there you go.

Dad, why is there a
turkey in the bathtub?

Oh, um... because he was cold.

Hey, um, can I ask
you a question?

That’s already a question.

Right.

You know that holiday essay.

I saw that you started writing
about ’Opening Presents’.

I thought you were gonna
wait to see if I could

step up with the turkey.

It’s okay, Dad.

A turkey’s a lot harder than
fruit and cottage cheese.

I thought I’d go easy on you.

Hmm, okay.

Good night, princess.

I love you.

Good night, Dad.
Love you more.

No way, kiddo.
I love you more.

Well, I hope you had a lovely
evening at the spa last night.

Round two.

Holiday Hotline.

Let’s talk turkey.

Happy Thanksgiving!

And thank you for
coming in early.

Today is basically
our Super Bowl.

I’m ready, willing
and almost awake.

Well, this afternoon, we will
be having our own Thanksgiving,

even while we make
others better.

We’re basically one
big family here.

It’s lovely.

I bet everyone misses
Margaret though.

Oh, well, I hear she’s having
a ball with her grandkids.

Check this out.

Oh, she hasn’t gotten
the hang of a selfie yet.

Oh!

Oh, buckle up, it’s go time!

Holiday Hotline.

Let’s talk turkey.

Is this Peggy?

I was hoping to talk to Peggy.

Yes, this is Peggy.

Hi, um, this is John
from, from yesterday.

John.

Yeah, I wanted to apologize.

I was, I was going through
a thing, but I’m good now.

Hey, don’t you worry.

I’m really glad you called back.

Yeah, this turkey deal, it’s
proving to be more challenging

than I thought.

You know, more often than
not, the biggest obstacle

when cooking a turkey
is the emotional part.

The emotional part?

Well, it can be intimidating.

There are high expectations
around the holiday turkey.

And that makes sense.

I’ve been avoiding
it all morning.

And it is scary,
but as I mentioned,

it brings up a lot.

I, I know it’s not really my
place, but if you need to talk,

I’m happy to listen.

It might help.

Thank you, um, that’s,
that’s very kind.

The truth is I, I probably
don’t talk about it enough.

But it’s, um, the loss
is there all the time.

How long ago, if you
don’t mind me asking?

Three years.

I see.

Yeah, I’m working my way through
it, but it’s my daughter.

I just recently realize that
having Christmas dinner at home

is the thing that
she misses the most.

Food is a powerful
connector to memories.

Indeed, it is.

I guess I, I just, I worry that
no matter how I do with this,

it’ll never be what it was.

Healing takes time.

I’m... I’m just
learning that myself.

It’s hard to let go of
what we thought our life

was going to be.

Yeah.

Hey, you’re right.

It’s the hardest thing there is.

Don’t give up, John.

Thanksgiving is a
perfect practice run.

You can get all the kinks out,

and be ready for the
main event on Christmas.

And don’t worry, the hotline
will be open all the way

through Christmas Eve Day.

And you’ll be there?

Absolutely.

I can help you every
step of the way.

So, let’s not "fowl" it up.

Good one.

Um, thank you for
listening, means a lot.

Well, then, let’s keep going.

I’ll talk you through
the prep process.

I’m all ears.

Of course, it’s my pleasure.

Happy Thanksgiving, John.

Hi, Mum.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, sweetheart!

Cheers, pet!

Are you eating a
microwave burrito?

What’s wrong with that?

Well, I don’t think I’ve ever
seen you use the microwave

in your entire adult life.

The act of actually cooking
just doesn’t appeal right now.

It’s no big deal.

So, how is
Thanksgiving in London?

Aces, brilliant.

But we missed your turkey and
your cranberry brie bites.

And I missed your glorious
Yorkshire pudding, of course.

Anyone miss me?

Or just my cooking?

Of course, we missed you.

Hogwash, we’re missing
you as we speak.

How are you spending your time?

I’m, um, doing some
culinary consulting work,

while avoiding anyone
and anything to do with

the restaurant scene.

Oh, Abigail.

And I don’t even want
to think about my future

until I get back.

I am on vacation from
thinking, cooking, dating,

and anything else ending in
"ing" that I can’t think of

right now, because, as I said,
I am on vacation from thinking.

Are you sleep-"ing"?

Of course.

Quite well, as it happens.

Oh, can I call you back?

Bye.

Bye-bye.

Wow.

You don’t waste
any time, do you?

Oh, we take Christmas very
seriously around here.

And not just the
turkey dinner part.

Which I hear was
going very well.

And here’s your wreath.

Oh, so this is an
official thing?

Yep. Everyone
decorates their own.

There’s a "best
door décor" prize.

Which I intend to win.

What’s the prize?

The prize is lording
it over Carla in 32.

Well, I can’t wait
to get started.

Is there somewhere
close by with Christmas

bits and bobs I can use?

Okay, you are just
adorable with that accent.

There’s a wonderful
little Christmas shop

a couple of blocks down.

It’s a really good
gift shop, too.

You know, in case you wanted to
bring something back to London

for your boyfriend?

Or girlfriend?

Or miscellaneous
significant other?

None of the above.

But the shop sounds lovely.

You know, Mike and I are headed
out to get a Christmas tree

if you want to tag along.

And we won’t be long ’cause
I’ve got to work tonight.

I don’t think I’ll be
getting a tree this year.

Decorating the wreath
is enough for me.

It’s for the main lobby.

We have a little tree
trimming party and everyone

puts one personal
ornament on it.

Something that
represents who they are.

You should come.

♪ We Wish You a
Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We Wish You a
Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We Wish You a Merry
Christmas and a... ♪

I’ll be right back.

♪ ...Happy New Year ♪

♪ Good tidings we bring
to you and your king ♪

Don’t you look lovely.

Merry Christmas.

What do you think?

Well, it’s a bit
wobbly for the middle.

Hi Jack!

Hey, Jessica.

Fancy meeting you two here.

But you two asked
us to meet you.

We did?

What’s going on with her?

Going?

On?

You, too?

Oh.

What?

It’s not about you.

She wants to experience a
full-fledged American Christmas,

and that always
involves buying a tree!

Yeah.

Hi, Jack.

Happy Day-After-Thanksgiving.

I think you mean Black Friday.

But I’m, I’m guessing you
don’t have that in England

because you don’t
have Thanksgiving.

Actually, we do
have Black Friday.

Oh, I didn’t know that.

Commerce prevails!

And we also have Taupe Tuesday.

But it’s kind of boring.

Because taupe is a boring color.

It’s not a real thing.

I realize that’s a mercy
laugh, but I’ll take it.

It’s not a mercy laugh,
but all Taupe Tuesday.

Yeah, that’s a Jack
joke all day long.

It’s like a dad
joke, just way worse.

He’s probably jealous he
didn’t come up with it.

Oh, thank you, Mike.

Oh, this is my
daughter, Jessica.

Jessica, this is Abby.

She’s from London, England.

Like Harry Potter?

Oh, Harry and I go way back.

He’s a fictional
character from a book.

Smart kid.

Yeah, sometimes too smart
for her own good, huh?

Well, it’s very nice
to meet you, Jessica.

I was going to get some hot
cocoa if you’d like some?

Can I?

Sure, yeah.

All right, come with me.

What’s the matter?

Something wrong with it?

Whipped cream always
melts too fast.

I have a special trick for that.

Hang on.

Excuse me, strange request.

What is she doing?

Thank you very much.

Alright, take a sip.

And another one.

And one more.

Come on, guys, let’s
go find a good tree.

No, you have to use
a meat thermometer.

There are lots of ways
to prepare a turkey.

You’re so welcome.

Make sure you let the turkey
rest for twenty minutes.

You can do it.

Deglaze the pan?

So, am I supposed to take
it to, like, a body shop?

Holiday Hotline.

Let’s talk turkey.

Yeah, all I want to
know is how do I wake up

a turkey after it rests, huh?

What do I, give it a slap?

I mean it’s already
dead, am I right?

Just tell it to wake
up and you’ll be fine.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, not so fast.

Something tells me
that you know too much.

About how to make a delicious
cheese cake for dessert.

Huh?

Oh, oh, yes, I do.

The secret is cottage cheese.

Your secret’s safe with me.

Yes.

Holiday Hotline.

Let’s talk turkey.

He-he-he-hum.

We have a caller
looking for Peggy.

It’s John.

Does he always sound this
eager to talk to you?

I hadn’t noticed.

You know when you lie, Santa
takes you off the nice list.

It’s Father Christmas.

I’m British, remember?

Maybe I should tell John I’m
not really Peggy, or American.

No, you can’t do
that. Why not?

Well, because he
opened up to you.

He, he was vulnerable with you,
and if he thinks you’re just

playing games with him,
well he’ll feel like a fool,

and he may never call
the hotline again.

He’ll be too embarrassed.

You’re right.

I don’t want him to think I
didn’t take his call seriously.

As a turkey expert, I mean.

Oh, yes, of course.

And the other callers
have been responding

to me better as Peggy.

There you go.

Peggy lives! Ha-ha.

Line two.

Hi, John.

Hi, Peggy.

It’s good to hear from you.

How did Thanksgiving go?

Well, I followed
your advice to a T,

except for the part about taking
it out of the oven on time.

Oh, no. Yeah.

Anyway, my family had a
back-up turkey ready to go.

And I wasn’t sure whether I
should be grateful or insulted.

Well, then there’s
nowhere to go but up.

You still have time to
do another test turkey.

Well, that’s actually
why I’m calling.

But now I’m
second-guessing myself.

Nope. You called.

We’re doing this.

So, how many people would
you be serving on Christmas?

Five to seven.

My parents haven’t decided if
they’re going to Florida yet.

So maybe more left overs.

I’d recommend a twelve
pounder. Oh, okay.

To brine or not to brine,
that is the question!

Definitely brine.

It locks in so
much of the flavor.

Once it’s thawed, call me
back, and we’ll go from there.

Okay, but what if you’re
not there when I call?

Well, everyone
here is an expert.

Yeah, I know, but I mean,
you know my whole... deal.

You know I’m still a little
bit embarrassed that I spilled

my guts like that the other day.

Don’t be.

Sometimes it takes talking
to someone you don’t know

to really talk turkey.

Sorry, bad joke.

I am full of those lately.

No, no, no.

You’re right, because I know,
like, once I get through this,

everything else is gravy.

Okay, that is so much worse.

Seriously though, if you do
want to make sure to get me

on the line, this week I’m here
from noon to eight central time.

Perfect.

I’m on the central
time zone, too.

Chicago.

That’s where I am.

For some reason you
sound really far away.

Oh, yeah, that’s, that’s because
my daughter spilt a little bit

of orange juice
on my cell phone.

You know, like a gallon or so.

Well, that would do it.

Yeah.

Okay, so just to be clear,

call back sometime this
week noon ’til eight? Yeah.

All right, it’s a date...
for talking turkey,

about actual turkey, not that
turkeys can talk that’s... Right.

Right, okay, we’ll
talk then. Bye.

Bye.

He lives in Chicago!

Blimey, were you eavesdropping?

Uh, yeah.

This is my new favorite show.

It’s The Love Birds
with Peggy and John!

It’s The Love Birds
with Peggy and John.

The Love Birds with
Peggy and John.

I just made that up.

Hey, want to grab lunch?

I need a twelve-pound turkey.

For lunch?

Seems excessive.

To try and make at home, again.

What changed your mind?

Seeing Jess have so much
fun at the tree lot.

She still loves
Christmas so much.

I owe it to her.

Plus, Peggy from the
Hotline is gonna help me.

Who-who really?

Okay, new topic.

Okay.

Seemed like you and Abby
hit it off at the tree lot.

Why are you so determined
to pair me up with someone?

Because at some point, you
have to stop living in the past

and start thinking
about the future.

It’s kind of hard to do when
my entire career is literally

all about the past.

Uh, our job is about honoring
it, not clinging to it.

And you know I wasn’t
talking about work.

If you were planning on
breaking and entering,

you’re doing it wrong.

I should’ve knocked.

This probably
looks creepy, huh?

If we hadn’t already
met, definitely.

But since we’ve already
met... still creepy.

Yeah.

So, you found the match.

All that angst for nothing.

Yeah, I thought so.

But the holes don’t line up.

So, make new holes.

Whoa, are you insane?

I can’t just drill
into this door.

It’s more, it’s more
precious than the handle!

And... I’m doing
it again, aren’t I?

A little bit.

Yeah.

So, I shouldn’t hammer a
large nail into the door

to hang my wreath?

You’re killing me.

You don’t have a door hanger?

Wouldn’t you know it?

The one thing I forgot to pack.

Right.

Okay, give me ten minutes.

Don’t touch the door, okay.

I think the Christmas
shop around the corner

probably has something.

Oh, I was going to
go there myself.

I need an ornament for the
building’s tree-trimming party.

What’s wrong?

You, you just reminded me
I haven’t done the tree

with my kid.

My wife was much more
organized about these things.

Was?

Yeah, she was, yeah.

Oh, I’m sorry.

Oh, thank you.

But it’s been a while.

Let’s just get you
that hanger, huh?

I’ll get my coat.

Okay.

It’s that guy.

Thank you.

You didn’t have
to buy it for me.

Oh, I’m not.

I’m buying it for your
poor, beleaguered door.

Plus, I thought I’d look
for an ornament for Jess.

We’ve been getting her one
every year since she was a baby,

so that way when she grows up,

she’ll have a
collection of her own.

There, just at the back here.

Oh, this is perfect.

Jessica started playing guitar
this year, and by playing,

I mean not playing
any actual chords,

but fully committing to
the rock star aesthetic.

Pa-little-little-la.

I think you missed your calling.

Alright, your turn.

Okay.

Well, the ornament for the
lobby tree is supposed to be

something that
represents each of us.

Mm-hmm.

I think this is me more than
anything else right now.

You’re sparkly and overpriced?

I was going for multifaceted
and unpredictable.

Wow.

You’re incredibly self-aware.

Ha!

"For the multifaceted
and unpredictable person

in your life, who lights
up every room they’re in."

Huh, you skipped that last part.

I’m British.

We walk into a room
and deliberately avoid

attracting attention.

Hmm, so I shouldn’t do
something like this?

Hey! Holiday Shoppers!

This here is Abby,

and she is visiting Chicago
all the way from London!

Can we get a Merry Christmas?

Merry Christmas!

That’s just cruel.

Well, thank you for
the unwanted attention.

And the wreath hanger.

Thank you for not destroying
any more of your apartment.

So, you’re back to that, huh?

Oh, I never left.

Think I have everything I
need for Operation Turkey.

Hope I’m up to it.

Don’t worry, I’ve made an
extra-large pot of tea today,

so I’m here as long
as you need me.

I’m serious. I
can’t mess this up.

There’s only two
weeks ’til Christmas.

Hey, don’t put so much
pressure on yourself.

Have some fun.

People have fun doing this?

Of course, you’ll see.

Once you get the hang of it,
you start making it your own.

That’s the joy of cooking.

Or at least it was for me once.

Oh, but not anymore?

I... I love it.

But, right now talking about it,

it’s less painful than
actually doing it.

It’s complicated.

Try me.

Okay.

My entire identity was wrapped
up in my cooking career...

and in a former relationship.

Those two worlds were more mixed
than they should have been.

Anyway, he was never
honest with me.

In fact, he... he was
lying to me all along.

I’m sorry that you had
to go through that.

I’ve dealt with my fair
share of lies, too.

But, um, please, go on.

No, you go ahead.

Well, um, it was my late wife.

She kept her illness
a secret for a while.

Even from me.

I know she did it to protect me.

But, look, we don’t
have to get into that.

I’d like to hear more about
you, if you feel open to it.

Well, the long and short
of it is I broke it off

and haven’t wanted to go
back to anything like that.

I just wanted to see what
it was like to do something

else for a while.

Hmm.

So, you took a job that’s
literally all about cooking?

This is different.

This is me helping people
find the joy I once had.

Right now, it’s enough.

Ha, I’m not convinced I’ll ever
put the word joy in cooking

in the same sentence.

Well, then let’s start with
not miserable and cooking.

I can help.

You just have to trust me.

I do trust you.

Even though we’ve never met.

Which is... weird.

But a good weird.

A great weird.

Okay, you have to meet this guy.

And live a lie in real life?

That’s the last
thing John needs.

Believe me.

Well, I am still rooting
for Peggy and John.

I said The Love
Birds, Peggy and John.

Love Birds, Peggy and John.

The Love Birds, Peggy and John.

I’m excited to see what
you made for the potluck!

Which dish is yours?

I made a trip to the market
and bought a baked brie.

You’re really committed to
this no cooking thing, huh?

I am, and it’s liberating.

Did you hang your
ornament on the tree?

Oh, I almost forgot.

Pretty. Thanks.

Boring. Hey!

I wanted to get the
roast turkey ornament,

but I didn’t want anyone
getting suspicious.

Good thinking!

So, which ornament is yours?

It’s an old-fashioned!

Get it?

’Cause I’m old.

And you like fashion?

No, because I like
to drink them.

There you are!

I hope you don’t mind, I
dragged jack here with me.

I wouldn’t say "dragged".

Did you two bring ornaments?

Compasses.

Because we’re architects.

Yeah, and the
T-squares were too big.

Mine’s a turkey foot!

A what?!

It’s the little thingy that
holds IV tubes together.

Winner-winner, turkey dinner!

Hang it up.

Lights up every room.

I’m British, remember.

Yeah.

Say Christmas crackers

Christmas crackers.

Alright, who moved
the mistletoe?

I may need that!

I really want to be
her when I grow old.

Oh, we all do.

So, Abby, have you gone to the
Christmaskindle market yet?

We’re all going tomorrow night.

Oh, I’m dying to go,
but I have to work.

Oh, I didn’t realize you were
working while you were here.

I just thought you were
out sightseeing every day.

What do you do?

Oh, just some free
lance... consulting.

But aren’t you working
at the hospital tomorrow?

My shift doesn’t start ’til 11.

You must be knackered.

When do you sleep?

Sleep?

What’s that?

Abby, come with me.

I want to introduce to someone.

Okay. Bye.

Nice save.

Need to keep the
gravy train chugging.

Choo-choo!

Oh, there’s a lot you
can do with leftovers.

Oh, turkey meatballs,
turkey enchiladas.

My father used to make the best
turkey samosas around town.

Turkey pozole,
turkey croquettes.

Turkey tetrazzini, turkey
enchilada, turkey ramen,

turkey Caesar salad, turkey
Reuben, turkey chili,

turkey burgers, smoky turkey
corn chowder, turkey hash.

You should hang
up and call 911.

This is Peggy, now
let’s talk turkey.

Hi!

So, I’m lookin’ at
a turkey from 1999,

sitting here in my
granny’s freezer.

Margaret, is that you?

Who’s this?

It’s Abby.

But you said Peggy.

Where’s your accent?

Are you even British?

I am, Margaret.

I just decided to use an
American accent for the hotline.

You don’t really have a
24-year-old turkey, do you?

No.

I was just trying to keep
you all on your toes.

I’ve enjoyed spending so
much time with my grandkids,

but I miss my hotline family.

They miss you, too.

Maybe I could fill in
for you here and there?

You know, in case there’s
something you want to do

while you’re in Chicago?

Say, go the Christmas Market?

It’s a Chicago tradition,
which I’m sure you’ll enjoy.

♪ Deck the hall with
boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, la la la ♪

So, what do you think of
Christmas in Chicago, Abby?

I imagine you prefer
more of a Dicken’s vibe.

Did you just say vibe?

Yeah, so what, I’m hip.

Even worse.

It’s a lot different
from London,

but I really like it.

And the architecture
in Chicago is stunning.

I truly had no idea how
beautiful it is here.

Have on done the
Burnham walk yet?

The Burnham walk?

Oh, it’s Jack’s favorite area.

It’s not really
an official thing,

but an area with
gorgeous architecture.

We can take her to
Mike’s for the night.

Yeah, why you
deserve a night out.

Can I dad?

Please.

You sure?

Come on, Jack, I made an excuse
to watch my episodes of Bloomy.

It is a great show.

Okay, thanks, guys.

I’ll pick you up first thing
in the morning, okay? Okay.

I love you so much.
I love you more.

(♪ Fa-la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la ♪)

I think they’re leaving
us alone on purpose.

A hundred percent.

That historic route’s
only a five-minute walk.

Shall we?

We shall.

So, that architecture
was greatly influenced by

Daniel Burnham’s work.

Sort of a hero of mine.

His designs are
timeless, classic.

My apartment building is
a similar style, right?

Yes!

Dates back to
Burnham’s time. Okay.

Now your whole door reaction
makes a lot more sense.

Thanks.

We’re just trying to
preserve a part of the past,

and stop developers
from tearing it all down

and starting from scratch.

I can understand the temptation.

It’s probably easier.

To be honest, I think I’ve
been trying to do that

with my life lately.

Start over from scratch.

Is that why you left London?

Yes.

Too much history and heartache.

Now thinking instead of tearing
everything down and throwing

it away, maybe I should restore
the parts that were beautiful.

Did I tell you I was a chef?

You told me you
choose not to cook.

So, you can see my dilemma.

I wish I’d known you
were a chef earlier.

You probably could
have helped me.

With what?

Oh, um, been trying to make a
turkey for Christmas dinner,

for Jessica.

Her mother used to do it, but
we haven’t since she passed.

I can’t believe I’m
gonna tell you this.

You don’t have to tell me
anything you don’t want to.

Just promise not to judge me.

But I actually called that
Holiday Hotline for help.

Well, let’s talk turkey!

I know, it’s crazy, right?

The thing is the
woman on the phone...

she, she actually
really helped me.

Yeah, in more ways than one.

You alright?

Sorry.

I... I think I had too
much of that spiced wine.

I should probably just go home.

Yeah, that stuff gets me, too.

I can, I can take you.

No, thanks, I’m fine.

Taxi!

Are you sure you’re okay?

Oh, thanks for the tour,
and everything you shared.

Means a lot to me.

More than you know.

Good night.

Good night.

Good gravy, John is Jack?

Are you, are you kidding?

I wish I were kidding.

I don’t know what to do.

I should have told him
right then and there.

Why didn’t I tell him?

Okay, let me ask you this.

Which one of them do
you have feelings for?

Both. And who does
Jack have feelings for?

I think both, too!

Oh, that’s the problem!

He’s gonna call the hotline!

I don’t know what to do.

He trusts Peggy. You’re Peggy.

No, I’m Abby.

He can’t handle a lie like
this, I know that now.

Not after everything
he’s been through.

When he finds out I’m Peggy,

he’s not going to trust
either of us again.

We’ll both lose him.

Again, you’re, you’re both you.

Maybe when he calls, I
just shouldn’t answer.

Oh, well, I thought this hotline
was about turkeys, not chickens.

Alright then, I’m going
to answer his call,

help him make that turkey,

and then put everything
on the table.

So, you’re telling me you’re
torn between a random voice

on a phone, and an actual,
real-life, amazing woman?

Yes.

Peggy helped me open up again.

She helped me realize
that I could move on.

Yeah, but isn’t Abby
doing that, too?

Yeah, but it’s different.

I’m not even sure that Abby
wants whatever this is.

Come on, I’ve seen the
two of you together.

You have a real connection.

I have one with
Peggy, too. Yeah.

That’s just over a
phone line though.

Is that enough for you?

You’re right.

I need to know if what I
have with Peggy is real.

I’ll call her tomorrow,
make the turkey,

then I’ll lay it
all on the line.

Thank you for calling
the Holiday Hotline.

Let’s talk turkey!

Hi, Peggy. John, hi.

Ready to make some turkey?

More than ready.

Me, too.

♪ La-la-la, la-la-la ♪

♪ Hey, yeah ♪

♪ I never knew the
meaning of Christmas ♪

♪ ´till you came into my life ♪

♪ I was lost in the dark ♪

♪ ´till you opened my heart ♪

♪ Like an angel shining bright ♪

♪ I wished on a star ♪

♪ And girl here you are ♪

Let’s not let this
moment go to baste.

♪ Suddenly I realize ♪

What? Let’s not let
this moment go to baste.

Get it?

Get it?

Sorry, um, dad joke again.

Because baste rhymes
with... Waste... I get it.

I didn’t realize,

but I guess that one
was a real thinker, huh?

I’m certainly in thought.

Listen, I need- John,
I need to tell you.

Cocoa emergency!

Like Abby does it!

Pleeease?

Peggy, could I call
you back in five?

So, how did it go?

The bird is in the oven.

Is that code?

No, it’s actually
in the oven. Oh.

We never got to
talk about anything.

He’s going to call me
back in five minutes.

It’s Jack.

How did he get my number?

Who cares. Answer it.

Hello?

Abby, hi, it’s Jack.

Erica gave me your number.

I hope that’s okay.

Sure, of course.

I wanted to check on
you after last night.

Oh, I’m fine.

Thank you.

Sorry I left so quickly.

That’s okay.

So, you’re feeling better?

Uh-huh.

Good.

Um, listen I have a turkey in
the oven and I’d really love it

if you could come over
and try it when it’s done.

You want me to taste it?

Well, yeah, um,
you’re a chef, right?

Yes, but so is-

Yes.

I just, I just want to see
if you think it’s good.

There’s not a doubt in
my mind that it will be.

So, you’ll come?

I’d love to.

I have a lot to tell you.

Me, too.

I’ll text you the address.

Gobble, gobble, it’s
the Holiday Hotline.

Yes, between noon
and eight p.m.

Well, I will, I
will let her know.

Okay, bye.

It’s been fifteen minutes.

Why hasn’t John called
Peggy back? Abby.

Is he ghosting her?

You’re asking if the guy that
just asked you to his house

is ghosting you?

I just really wanted
closure with John first.

Well, that’s, that’s
not gonna happen today.

That was John.

He wanted to leave Peggy, you, a
message that he would call her,

you, on the Hotline tomorrow,
and tell her, you, how it went.

How it went with the turkey?

Or you.

So, Peggy’s his backup?

You’re jealous of yourself?

I know, it’s insane.

Hey, come on in.

Thanks.

Um, I brought this for you.

Oh, thank you.

It smells really
good in here, Jack.

I think you did it!

Well, we’ll see.

Hey, Abby!

Happy Christmas, Abby!

Jessica!

Oh, in case we have
hot cocoa later.

Thank you.

Can we, dad?

Absolutely.

Oh, there’s the timer.

The turkey!

Moment of truth.

Oh, don’t forget to let
it rest for 20 minutes.

To let the juices settle.

Wow, look at you and
your turkey know-how.

You probably could have
worked at that Holiday Hotline

I called, huh?

Ha! Right?

No, that’s...

Sorry, what was that?

Nothing.

You did it, Dad!

Well, we don’t know that yet.

I’m nervous.

What if it’s dry?

Only one way to find out.

Okay, on three.

One, two, three.

Mmm.

It’s so good!

Brilliant!

Now we can have Christmas
dinner here, right?

Absolutely.

Um, would you want to join us?

I mean I, I know you don’t have
any family here and my parents,

they decided to go to
Florida early this year.

So, it’s just gonna
be Erica and Mike.

And me!

Oh, right, obviously.

We’re having Christmas
dinner at home, yes!

It, it wouldn’t be like a date.

Unless you wanted it to be.

But it, it doesn’t have to be.

Look, um, I should stop talking.

I’d love to come.

Is this okay?

Very, but... it’s just...

Too soon?

It’s complicated. Right.

It is for me, too.

I just need a little more
time to figure things out.

Is this the, um, the
thing back in London?

Not really, no, um.

Okay, but whatever
it is, I can wait.

Did you tell that I,
I browned the turkey?

Absolutely.

Hey, Jack.

Party’s in here.

Are you coming?

I’ll be right there.

I just have to
make a call first.

Okay, well, don’t take too long.

Rum balls are almost gone.

John on line four.

All right then.

This is it.

Hi, John.

How was the turkey?

Perfect, thanks to you.

But, um, that’s not
really why I’m calling.

Ah, I don’t know where to start.

Then I’ll start.

No.

I have to get this out.

I wanted to call you one
last time and say thank you.

You have no idea what a
difference you’ve made

in my life.

You made me realize
that I was ready.

To make a turkey?

That... and to open
my heart again.

I’ve met someone, Peggy.

Um, someone I, I really like.

For the first time
in a long time.

That’s wonderful.

I know that you and I had
a connection, too, but...

You don’t have to explain, John.

I really enjoyed our talks.

But... I have to
tell you the truth.

I’m not who you think I am.

Oh, hey.

I don’t care what you look
like, or where you come from,

or, or any of that.

You know, to me,
you’ll always be Peggy,

the beautiful voice on
the phone who helped me

open my heart again.

That’s all that matters.

Merry Christmas, Peggy.

And, um... thank you
again, for everything.

Merry Christmas, John.

So, what happened?

He let Peggy go.

Well, maybe it’s time
you let her go, too.

It’s up to Abby to come clean.

Alright, Hotline,
one hour to go,

then we hang up our
headsets for another season!

Holiday Hotline.

Let’s talk turkey.

Hold on.

Explain to me one more
time how this happened.

Your kids put what, where?

I roasted it with
the cars inside!

Oh, a turkey isn’t
a garage, Henry!

Whatever you do, do not put the
frozen turkey into boiling oil.

Oh, well, then definitely if
you’re having the family over,

a turkey matzo
ball soup, my gosh.

So, I don’t have
any butcher’s twine.

Would it be okay if I used
Christmas ribbon instead?

You can do it.

Well, use a shallow
roasting pan with a rack...

Coat the turkey with
oil or cooking spray...

White meat cooked to
165, dark meat to 180.

No, I would definitely not
recommend using a chainsaw!

What a plonker.

Okay, this is it.

Fifty-eight,
fifty-nine... two o’clock!

Phone lines are officially off.

Hey, we did it, everyone!

Yeah!!!

Thank you!

Okay, everybody, here we go.

The award for greatest tragedy
averted... for talking a lady out

of dropping an entire frozen
turkey into a deep fryer...

Thelma!

Thank you!

Let’s get a picture right here.

And now for the Best Newcomer.

Well, who else, Peggy!

Thank you, but Peggy
has left the building.

Jack...

Oh, um.

Jack, wait, please!

You knew I was John
and you didn’t tell me?

I wanted to, but-

But you didn’t.

I trusted Peggy.

I trusted you.

Why would you do that to me?

After everything
we talked about?

It’s because of what
we talked about!

I was afraid if I told
you, you’d give up,

on Christmas dinner, on
opening up again and... on us.

That I was in too deep.

I...

That’s why I needed more time.

Time for what?

Hmm?

For what it’s worth, everything
I shared as Peggy was true.

Those talks meant
the world to me.

And I’ll always be
grateful for that.

I have to go.

I have to get ready for
dinner tomorrow night.

I’m assuming I’m
no longer invited.

Huh.

Merry Christmas, Peggy.

Or Abby.

Or whoever you are.

Hey.

You used the name John.

That didn’t help either!

John is my name.

Huh.

When we started talking,
we weren’t just strangers.

I guess that much
hasn’t changed, huh.

Hi, mum.

Abigail, how are you?

I’m fine but you’re up early.

We’ve got some exciting news.

That chef friend of yours
has been trying to reach you.

The handsome one.

Yes, Diane, she knows that.

Something about a new venue is
opening up in Covent Garden.

He’s looking for a head chef.

He’s looking for you.

Really?

Well, I’ll think about it.

I do miss home.

And maybe I’m ready now.

To come back.

Start something
fresh, where I belong.

We do miss you, darling.

Yes, Christmas isn’t
the same without you.

You might not be
without me after all.

I’m coming home.

He wanted to surprise you.

Abby, are you okay?

I didn’t mean to hurt him.

I wanted to help
him and Jessica.

I’m sorry... Merry Christmas.

Abby. No, no.

Just let her be.

Come on.

Peggy, just a little
something to thank you for

helping me find my
Merry Christmas again.

All my best, John.

p.s. My closest
friends call me "Jack".

So, please do.

What, you were just
gonna leave without

saying goodbye?

And you carried
your own luggage?

That’s my job!

I’m so sorry.

I, I thought you were
with your grandkids.

I left you a note.

I’ll see my family later.

Right now I just wanted
to say how sorry I am.

If I hadn’t brought
you onto the hotline,

and you told you
not to say anything,

none of this mess
would’ve happened.

It’s not your fault, Margaret.

Jack and I just
weren’t meant to be.

Are you sure about that?

Well, this is me.

Thank you for being so
kind to me, Margaret.

And tell everyone in the
building I’ll miss them.

Merry Christmas.

We’re all sorry to see you go.

Merry Christmas, Abby.

Thank you.

Hello?

Abby?

Jason?

What number are
you calling from?

A number you
haven’t blocked yet.

I can’t believe it worked!

I... I heard about the
Covent Garden location.

Oh, it’s gonna be
absolutely brilliant.

But you know I will need
someone who I can trust.

Someone who knows
how I do things.

Now, I realize that you’ll
have some reservations,

but this would be
strictly professional.

I respect you for your
talent as a chef, Abby.

Now we’d be business partners,
but you’d run the entire show.

What do you think?

You know, Abby, you’re a
brilliant chef, I mean,

you had me at the first taste
of your Yorkshire pudding.

Don’t you want to
cook for me again?

No, Jason.

Not for you.

Happy Christmas.

Help with your bags?

How did you know
I wouldn’t leave?

I didn’t!

What am I, some kind of
magical Christmas fairy?

So, what are you gonna do now?

I’m going to cook.

♪ See the snowflakes falling ♪

♪ On your windowpane ♪

♪ Then you hear the calling ♪

♪ Folks to entertain ♪

♪ Is it him who’s calling ♪

♪ Up into your chimney? ♪

♪ Say, can you hear that choir ♪

♪ And what they sing? ♪

♪ Winter’s coming ♪

and here’s hoping that
it’d going to stay ♪

♪ ´But if it’s not,
then what the heck,

it’s still going to be OK’ ♪

This is it. ♪ Cause
I’ve always got you ♪

♪ for a Christmas to
keep getting you ♪

Mmm, mmm.

This is incredible, Abby.

Peggy would be proud!

You’re ready, sweetheart.

So, what, I just
show up at his door

and hope he doesn’t
slam it in my face?

Don’t worry, no man in his
right mind is gonna walk away

from that Yorkshire
pudding... or you.

That is the cutest shirt
I’ve ever seen you wear.

Hey, you did it, Dad!

Christmas dinner at home!

Isn’t it great?

It’s amazing.

Bravo.

I didn’t think
you had it in you.

Well, you actually pulled it
off... with a little help from

your friend at the hotline.

Where’s Abby?

When she gonna be here?

She’s not coming, sweetie.

Why not?

You invited her.

And I set her a place.

Nah.

She should be here, Dad.

She’s right, you know.

I got nothing.

I need to see a
woman about a turkey.

You know, before she flies the-

Just go!!!

Right.

Jack!

I just wanted you to have
this for your dinner.

It’s Yorkshire pudding.

It’s kind of my specialty.

When I came to Chicago, I
never wanted to make this,

or anything, ever again.

I lost my love of cooking.

But you changed that.

You inspired me to want to
help people find the joy in it.

And because of that,

I rediscovered my
own joy of cooking.

I found myself again and now
I know what I want in my life.

It’s all because of you.

Anyway, I, I was just
going to leave this here

to say thank you.

I wish I’d done
everything differently.

I hope you can forgive me, Jack.

I was on my way to find you.

You were?

I have to admit, that part was
a lot easier than I expected.

You were really looking for me?

I’ve been looking for
you for a long time.

I know you weren’t
entirely upfront with me.

But I also know why.

It wasn’t intentional.

And once I knew, I, I
didn’t want to hurt you.

The thing is you didn’t hurt me.

You healed me.

I don’t want this to be over.

I don’t care if you’re Peggy
or Abby or Mrs. Claus herself.

I’m falling in love with you.

Merry Christmas, Jack.

Happy Christmas, Abby.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, Jessica!

Where do we get started?

Merry Christmas! How did you know
Christmas crackers were my favorite?

Oh, my goodness.

Wow, this looks incredible!

Did you see what Jack made?

Cheers. Cheers.

To Abby. To Abby.

To Abby. Abby.

Merry Christmas everybody!