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Another Cup with Liza Brown.

And here she is!

(audience clapping)

Welcome to Another Cup with Liza Brown.

(cheering and clapping)

(Liza): Hi!

(audience claps)

(sighs) (Liza): Our guest host this week

is none other than lifestyle guru and author

of Volume 1 through 12 of Joy to the World.

(audience whoops) Please welcome, Joy Edwards.

(audience cheering and clapping)

(Joy sighs)

Great to have you, Joy.

Oh, it's great to be here, Liza.

You know not only write about the perfect lifestyle,

you live it. Are you a perfectionist?

Absolutely not.

As long as everything is exactly as it should be,

I'm totally flexible.

(audience laughs)

Speaking of perfect, your country home, Goose Lane!

(audience): Ooh!

(Joy): Oh, it's almost too good to be true.

(audience claps)

(Joy laughs sheepishly)

Unreal. Tell us about Christmas at Goose Lane.

Well, for me, the holidays are all about family.

I mean, we trim the tree, we hang the stocking.

And of course, those long, romantic walks

to the refrigerator. (Laughs)

Your fans love you so much

because we feel like we know you and your family.

Tori and Tommy, they're 8 and 13 now.

Oh, where does the time? (Chuckles)

Oh, your mom and dad. Will we ever get to meet them all?

Uh, well, not if I'm going to continue selling books.

No, they're as wonderful as you would expect.

But privacy is important to us.

At least tell us your recipe for a happy marriage.

I'm not sure there's a recipe for that.

But I will say to all the ladies out there...

(woman whoops)

No matter how long it takes, pick the right guy.

Find the one that ruins your lipstick, not your mascara.

(audience cheers and claps)

You heard it form the source, folks. She writes about it,

she lives it. Now, let's see her cook it!

(cheering)

If you set the table and put it on a nice plate,

even bad food tastes better.

(Liza): Girl, I'm going to your house for Christmas.

Well, I'll set an extra plate.

If you're looking for a last minute holiday gift,

look no further than "Joy to the World:

Christmas at Goose Lane".

We'll be back with more Joy Edwards

after these messages. Santa's watching,

so be nice and stay tuned.

(audience cheering)

Oh.

(crew): Reset the island, please.

This is great. Your Insta is blowing up.

- (scoffs) - Is the week over yet?

It's Monday, Joy.

Yeah, I don't know how I'm going to keep this up.

Hey, are you kidding? You're a natural.

Yeah, that's what scares me.

Yeah, you know what scares me? Plummeting sales.

I meant what I said, Josh, this is my last book.

I need a life.

Okay, Joy, sweetie,

you have an SUV and a chauffeur waiting in the freezing cold

to drive you home. This is a life.

(whispering): We need you in a second here, okay?

One second. I need a real life.

Trust me, it's overrated.

(man): Merry Christmas!

(in British accent): Miss Edwards.

Hey, that was a cute accent.

(in normal voice): Thank you.

Thought I would spice things up a bit.

Caught the show. You were brilliant as always.

Oh, really? I was so nervous.

Although you did steal my line about

romantic walks to the fridge.

Sorry.

It's all good. I'll let you slide.

Besides, now I can tell my patrons I've been quoted on TV.

Um, a food show.

(in British accent): I'll leave that point out.

(in normal voice): So, drive-thru?

Spicy burritos and iceberg shakes.

- Ice fire sauce? - Chili fries.

(upbeat festive music)

♪ I had a dream last night ♪

♪ You were by my side ♪

♪ At that special time of year ♪

♪ I woke up to the snow ♪

♪ Merry songs on the radio ♪

♪ I turn around and there you were, my dear ♪

♪ And now that I'm here with you ♪

♪ I know... ♪♪♪

Thank you for doing this. It's so embarrassing.

(Max): Hey, come on, who hasn't used as a fake chauffeur

now and then? (Scoffs)

Well, tomorrow, I'm taking an Uber.

Yeah, Uber my dead body.

(Joy laughs)

Hey, come on, it's the least I can do.

You've been letting me crash in your guest house

since Thanksgiving.

You know you can stay here as long as you like.

Well, thank you, but like I said,

I'll be outta your hair before the holidays.

Holidays? What holidays?

- (phone ringing) - Oh, hold on.

(sighs)

(silences call)

Ooh, Redhead. That's new for you.

Yeah, she works at the bakery.

I went in for coffee a few times. I was... cordial.

- You know me. - Huh. You are a cordial guy.

Well, I think she misread my cordiality.

Ha. Just another person who finds you irresistible.

No, it's just you.

Pfft! Ha!

Come on, you named your fake husband after me.

It was another Max.

- What other Max? What, Mad Max? - No.

- Max Mercury? - No.

- Max Schmeling? - Who's Max Schmeling?

Heavyweight champion of the world, 1930.

Uh, it was another Max.

Yeah.

(Max): You had your chance.

You remember that bad diner you used to work at?

I remember you pretending to like the food.

Yeah, it took me four bowls of that stew

to work up the courage to ask you out.

You gave me heartburn and a broken heart.

I did not break your heart.

How do you know?

Y-you had a string of girls waiting in the wings.

Just like always.

Yeah, but think of all the bad dates

you would have spared me if you hadn't decided

that we were just better off as friends.

So, the bad dates are my fault now?

Yeah.

Well, we are still friends.

Well, a Goose Lane friendship,

Volume 17.

(snickers) See you in the morning.

Yup.

(Joy): Max von Sydow.

The old priest in The Exorcist.

(wistful music playing)

(Joy sighs)

(rustling)

Well, we tried.

(microwave beeps)

Ow, ow, ow, ow.

(selection arrow beeping)

(slurps drink)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps approach)

(vacuum whirs loudly)

Oh, Marta! How many times are you gonna do that?

(laughing): Never gets old.

And why do I bother making your bed

when you sleep down here every night?

It's not every night, and I make my own bed.

Ha! It is, according to my count.

- Oh, well, stop counting. - And vacuuming.

In fact, just take the day off!

You gave me the day off yesterday and you

have a show tomorrow.

Oh.

Did you make coffee?

It's your turn. And not so strong.

Aren't you gonna ask me if I saw the show?

Because I did.

Dodged another bullet, if you ask me.

Which I'm not.

You could solve all your problems

by putting a stop to this.

Which I plan to, after Christmas.

(Marta): You said that last Christmas.

Look, Mr. Merriman's really counting on this book.

(Marta): You said that last Christmas, too.

Keep this up, you'll be alone for the rest of your life.

I'm not alone, I have you.

And Mr. Handsome out there in the guest house.

He's a friend, Marta.

Then what's he still doing here?

- I don't know. - His loft has water damage.

Whatever you say.

And don't wear that red lipstick on camera.

It's not your color.

(lights click on)

You need a little Christmas in this place.

(doorbell chimes)

Oh, hey Sabrina.

Hi, Joy. Just delivering the wrapping paper you ordered,

14 rolls.

Wow, I thought I ordered two?

Not according to my records.

That's $146 including tax. PayPal, Venmo or Zelle?

(hesitates)

Come on in. Wait, aren't you supposed to be at school?

(Sabrina): It's winter break.

Right. Okay, so you said 140?

146, including tax.

Right.

My parents are spending the holidays

with some very important clients in Aspen.

Oh. Are they leaving you guys alone?

- No, our nanny's here. - She lets us do whatever we want.

Oh, and I have a new Christmas demo.

I really hit the high notes this year. I'll airdrop you.

Okay, great. I can't wait to hear it.

Hmm, aggressive.

Oh, yeah. She tried to sell me a $30 glass of lemonade

- last summer. - Hmm.

(man shouting, large clattering in distance)

- (groans) - What now?

You know.

Oh, come on! You knocked over my reindeer.

Watch this, dude.

No. What did I tell you about skateboarding in my yard, Henry?

- I don't go by Henry anymore. - It's "Hawk" now.

Oh. Okay, Hawk, well fly off

or I'm going to call your parents.

No you're not. You said that last time.

Uh, could you help me with the reindeer, maybe?

Flying away, like you told me to.

Come on.

(gentle music)

- (knock on door) - It's open.

Morning!

Good morning.

Oh, Max, I love it!

Notice the gooses?

I think it's "geeses".

Well, these geeses are going above your fireplace.

Oh, come on, I couldn't.

Well, consider it an early Christmas present.

Thank you.

(phone ringing)

(scoffs)

I gotta find a new bakery.

Wouldn't it be just more cordial to message her back?

I have.

I just wanted a cup of coffee. And it wasn't even coffee,

it was decaf. (Joy chuckles)

Anyway, you ready to roll?

(gasps) Hey, you heard from the Frankie Vinny Gallery.

Standard form rejection letter.

Aw, I'm sorry. It's their loss.

Pretty sure it's mine.

They're the second best gallery in the city.

Yeah, but you're not gonna settle for second.

You're gonna get the best.

Whoa.

All right.

The best, huh?

Good morning, Freddie.

Good morning, Joy.

Just some bills. I'm sorry.

I'm uh, I'm glad I caught you before the holidays.

Ooh.

Oh wow, a cup of coffee for me?

- Yes, for you. - Oh, wow.

(Joy chuckles happily)

And... for you, dear sir.

Oh, Joy.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Big plans for Christmas?

Uh no, the usual.

You having um, dinner with your son?

I'm by myself this year.

He took a job in California, 94123.

Ah. (Chuckles)

Thanks for this.

- You deserve it. - Okay.

See ya.

(gentle music playing)

(rustling)

(snipping)

(audience clapping)

(Joy): Above all, cooking should be fun.

(scattered giggles)

Gingerbread open house, made by my daughter, Tori.

I think real estate's in her future.

(audience laughs)

You see this castle?

Designed by her brother, Tommy. (audience): Ooh! Wow!

You see the moat? He's going through a privacy phase.

(laughter)

And don't forget, when you sit down to Christmas dinner,

try everything. You don't want to look back and think

oh, I could have eaten that.

(Liza): We'll be back with more Joy Edwards

after these messages.

(director): Camera 3, hit mark.

Let's see. All right, that's it. That's good.

This has been the longest week ever.

Tell me it's Friday.

Tell me it's not still Thursday.

- Merriman's here. - What?

Joy.

Mr. Merriman.

Oh, how wonderful to see you.

It's been too long.

- Oh, not that long. - Volume 11, Goose Lane Easter.

Well, many meals ago. (Chuckles)

You know I've always thought of you

as the daughter I never had.

- Thank you. - That means so much to me.

And I don't need to tell you,

sales have been a little disappointing.

But I'm happy to report they've been up considerably

since you've been on the air.

Oh, that's great!

Uh, actually, I've been meaning to talk to you.

Um, I think it might be time to end the book series.

Well, I had a feeling this was coming,

and in anticipation of the inevitable,

Merriman Publishing has made special plans

to promote this book.

If this is going to be your last,

we're going out with a bang.

Just thank you for always supporting me.

I know.

I imagine it's time for you to start a new chapter,

and spend more time with your family, no doubt.

(exhales) Thank you.

Uh, I'll save you a piece of gingerbread.

Go. Break a leg.

Okay, thank you.

(director): All right, 10 seconds, people.

(audience cheering)

So, don't break mine.

It's been great having you here this week, Joy.

Oh, has it been a week already?

Yes, I'm afraid so. But before we go,

I have a surprise for our audience.

(audience cheers)

We're all going to Goose Lane for Christmas!

(audience cheers loudly)

- What? - Yes, that's right,

Joy will be broadcasting live from her country home

on Christmas Eve. Our cameras will join Max,

the kids, and of course, Joy's parents,

the entire Edwards family for their traditional

Christmas Eve dinner with all the trimmings.

(audience whoops)

Joy, any last words before we sign off?

My goose is cooked.

(audience clapping)

- (Joy): Josh. - Expense it.

- Josh. - Yeah? Ahem.

What have you done?

- It was Merriman's idea. - He was very insistent.

- But why didn't you... - Oh, there's my little star.

That was so good. You are a natural.

- I will see you soon, okay? - Okay.

This is a nightmare.

Or.

An opportunity.

Remember when you came to me

with that cute, little family cookbook,

completely unmarketable. Why?

Because you didn't have a family.

I made you into a brand.

- You turned me into a liar! - You did go along with it.

Yeah, but I didn't think it would get this far.

Was Colonel Sanders really a colonel? No.

He was a businessman.

Was Mrs. Fields married to Mr. Fields?

Newsflash, they're divorced,

but that would sell way less cookies.

Dr. Seuss, number one children's author

of all time, wasn't even a doctor,

and he didn't have any kids.

Which is why we don't go to their house

for fried chicken and bedtime stories.

Oh, God. Please fix this.

I can't.

Christmas Eve is in three days. That's 72 hours.

- You'll think of something. - You are Joy Edwards.

(Joy sighs heavily)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

(Sabrina singing)

♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪ ♪ 'Tis the se... ♪

- (call beeps off) - Awful.

(sighs)

(knock on door)

It's open.

(Max): Hey.

Hey.

(somber music)

I found nutcrackers.

Ice cream. Please.

(Joy sighs)

I was just thinking about when I first saw this place,

half a roof, broken windows, peeling paint,

a family of geese on an overgrown lawn,

and I knew this was it.

This was gonna be the place I called home.

A real home.

(sighs)

And now I guess I have to move to another planet.

Whatever happens, you'll get through it.

Maybe I should just call Mr. Merriman

and get this over with.

But you know he thinks of me as a daughter?

Children disappoint their parents all the time.

Oh, he's gonna be crushed.

And the publishing house.

I mean... (scoffs)

Christmas is all about book sales.

Let's not forget about the birth of Jesus.

Oh.

- I'm a horrible person. - You're not.

I invented a husband, and kids, and a chicken coop,

to sell Christmas books.

Like, I don't even have a Christmas tree.

Well, too bad you made me your driver.

Could have made me your husband. Heh.

(intriguing music)

What did you just say?

Too bad you made me your driver.

No, after that.

You could have made me your husband.

That could work.

What?

Well, nobody saw your face.

You had a hat on, and sunglasses.

That's it!

I just have to get through one dinner, like a couple hours.

Turkey, pie, and they're out the door,

then I can bow out gracefully, Mr. Merriman won't be mad at me,

and then

it would just be like assembling a gingerbread house

with little people inside.

Joy, now you're starting to worry me.

I'm going to put together the perfect family:

mom, dad, kids, adoring husband.

I mean, who wouldn't want to spend Christmas Eve

pretending to be a fake family on TV?

Uh, people with real lives.

Opening presents with Tommy and Tori.

Mom and Dad sipping eggnog by a roaring fireplace.

Your fireplace doesn't work!

I can borrow chickens, kids.

- Kids? - Kids. How do I get kids?

Oh, I'll hire actors.

But what if I hire a mother who goes on to star in a movie

as someone else's mother?

Yes, because that's highly likely.

No, it's just, it's got to be somebody I can trust

or have something over.

What do you have on me?

Just tell me you'll do it.

Be my husband.

- Is this a proposal? - Because if it is, it needs work.

Come on. You already have the name.

Yeah. What about all the other Maxes?

- (tuts) - Nobody knows me like you do.

You're the only person in the world

- who really gets me. - Do we need a prenup?

I don't, if you don't.

- Can we kiss on camera? - I suppose.

- Can we practice now? - Let's just wing it.

Okay. I'm in.

- Really? - Yes, I will marry you

and stay married to you until dessert do us part.

Ha, ha, ha!

Mr. Joy Edwards, you've just made me the happiest

- woman on earth. - You're welcome.

(Joy laughs happily)

(footsteps tapping)

(footsteps recede)

(curious music)

Huh.

(tie tightens)

(Joy): Good morning, Marta!

You made coffee. It was my day.

Too strong. Again.

Do you have a minute?

We have a situation.

Ha, ha, no, you have a situation. I saw it.

All of this phony-baloney stuff,

I knew it would catch up with you.

Okay, I appreciate your concern,

but I think we can get through this.

Again, no "we".

What are you doing on Christmas Eve?

My brother and his wife are having a party.

But you don't like your brother.

Because he's a mooch.

And his wife is a social climber.

But they have an indoor pool.

I have a better offer.

I'm listening.

Yeah, it might not seem better at first,

it's more of a favor

I want you to be my mother.

- What? - For the show.

One night. N-not even a night. A dinner.

Now who's gonna believe I'm old enough to be your mother?

Uh, you had me when you were very young.

And if I do this, what's in it for me?

A raise.

A raise won't be necessary.

Because I'd like to retire.

Oh. Yeah, of course.

Um, yeah, if that's what you want.

With a generous holiday bonus

and a retirement package for my years of devoted service.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Oh, no, no.

Let's put it in writing.

After all these years, you don't trust me?

I don't trust anyone.

But we're practically family.

In that case, you can do the dishes.

(car engine rumbling)

Henry.

It's Hawk.

Is that the name on your driver's license?

(mocking): Is that the name on your driver's license?

Ah, I didn't know they were giving those out

to 15-year-olds. (Gasps)

Your dad must be so proud.

And so generous of him to be letting you drive his car

while he's out of town.

Oh, Aspen, isn't it?

Look, I'm sorry for knocking over your Christmas display.

And I'll stop skateboarding in your yard.

If you cut me some slack, I will shovel your driveway

for the rest of the winter.

Hmm. Did your nanny put you up to this?

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

That won't be necessary.

That is so chill.

I swear, you'll never see me again.

Oh, no, no, no. Not so fast.

In an hour, bring your sister.

All right, let's just cut to the chase.

I am hosting a live TV special here on Christmas Eve,

and I need you to pose as my family.

I'm going to be on TV?

Well, it's the Home Cooking Channel.

(Sabrina): Recurring or guest shot?

Just one night.

- But it can turn into more. - Like a spin-off?

Why aren't you using your real family?

You're on a need-to-know basis, kid.

Uh, it's okay.

Uh, the truth is, I don't have one.

You're pulling a con job? Cool.

What? We're all thinking it.

I was raised in foster homes. A lot of them.

I've basically been on my own ever since.

I'm so sorry, Joy.

Oh no, it was a long time ago.

I thought I'd have a family, I wanted a family,

and then there was a book, and then there was another book,

and another book and...

And now you're caught?

Just like you, driving without a license.

You took Dad's car again? I'm telling.

Go ahead. You wear Mom's makeup.

(Joy): Hey, there is no fighting

at the Edwards house.

Dude, you really haven't been around a real family.

It's not "dude", it's "Mom".

Question, who's our dad?

Me and the old ball and chain here,

I mean your lovely mother,

we gotta run down some deets, so listen up.

Sabrina, you will be our adorable daughter, Tori.

I could work with that.

And you will be our thoughtful son, Tommy.

Tommy? Can't I get a cooler name?

No. And you're 13, so you'd better shave.

Thirteen?

Mom, you taught me my first recipe.

And Dad, you put up with Mom.

Uh, what's our relationship like?

Strained.

Just like my first marriage.

I'm not surprised.

This is starting to sound like a real family.

- Yep. - Mm-hmm.

I remember the first time we met.

We were 19 years old. It was love at first sight.

Well, for her anyway. Took me a little longer.

Wheeled up to Maui. Got hitched right there on the beach.

Sorry, Mom, Dad, you were there in spirit.

I would have liked to have been invited.

But you saved us from shelling out for the wedding.

(Max chuckles)

My wife and I may bicker from time to time, but

that's only 'cause we love each other so much.

Oh, and uh, ha, ha, we're the kinda couple

that can't keep our hands off each other.

Gross!

(Max laughs)

Uh, okay, and

you are going to learn the highlighted sections

with your names, because

we got three days to make this right.

(Max exhales)

(tender music)

(sighs)

(Marta): You have a visitor.

Oh, who is it? (Josh whistles)

- Josh! - Okay, well,

it took some convincing and if I'm being completely honest,

some money and a free air fryer but

my family is yours for the holiday.

- What? - Now, my brother is single

and a bit socially awkward but he

agreed to be your husband, as long as he

- doesn't have to talk. - Josh...

Don't need to thank me. (Laughs)

A few caveats, my mom could be a bit critical,

and Dad suffers from dysphagia, so...

Josh, I've got this.

- You do? - She does.

I do.

Okay, whew! 'Cause my family's friggin' nuts.

(laughs)

Oh no, that means I get them for Christmas Eve.

Happy Holidays, Josh.

Please take them.

I'll give you an air fryer.

(woman): Look at the snow!

(woman 2): See ya in the new year.

I've decided against renting chickens,

but I definitely am going to need brown eggs

from Rhode Island Reds.

What about red eggs from Rhode Island Browns?

I need to clean out the coop.

I need to get a dining room

table. I need to get kids' bedroom sets. I need to get dollhouses, and footballs.

Oh, my God, how am I gonna fill an entire

house in a few days?

You don't need to fill the entire house.

We've got the living room.

Close off the whole house like a crime scene.

- Yeah. - Hmm, this is why

- I fake married you. - Love, ain't it grand?

Soil, pots, winter vegetables, flowers,

- stocking stuffers. - Stocking stuffers?

Yeah, unfortunately we have to make them.

Unless we buy premade gifts

that look like they were handmade.

What am I getting?

Needlepoint.

Oh.

(sighs)

(Joy): I found these old pictures of us.

- How'd we look? - Young.

- Hmm. - Do you remember

when we went to that Christmas party

and you were wearing a velvet suit?

Yeah. Yeah, you had the, the big hair.

And that black dress. We spent the whole night

in that old arcade playing the Ms. Pac-Man.

Whatever happened to Ms. Pac-Man?

Oh well, I mean, she got married.

To Mr. Pac-Man?

One can only hope.

To Mr. and Mrs. Pac-Man.

(glasses clink)

Oh, I forgot,

I have something for you.

(Max): You shouldn't have. (Joy): I didn't.

It's an old earring hoop.

It may turn your finger green, so don't get it wet.

(chuckles)

I do.

(Joy laughs)

You think it's big enough?

It's tradition. The Edwards family

always gets a ten-foot tree,

a live ten-foot tree,

that they plant in the yard after New Years.

Oh, I forgot wreaths.

Go ahead, I got this.

Max?

Hey, there uh

you.

I've been messaging.

Yeah, you have. Um,

so, I'm sorry. I-I've just been really busy, so.

Thought we had a connection?

Yeah. Look you were really sweet.

Oh, my God. Is that a wedding ring?

No. Well, I mean, yes, but it's really just an earring.

What, you would just take it off

before you came to the bakery?

Uh.

No. It's complicated?

You're unbelievable.

Hmm... should I ask?

Rather you didn't.

Do these look homemade to you?

And I was thinking we'd bring in the table

from outside for dinner.

You mean that rotted ping-pong table?

Well, which will be covered with a festive tablecloth

from the Joy Edwards Holiday Collection.

Chairs?

Drape the lawn furniture

and give the room a neo-classical

boho Christmas feel.

You're really good at this.

Thank you.

- Let's get some takeout. - No, I'm cooking.

Oh yeah.

Can I ask you something?

Anything.

Back in the city, you go out a lot?

(sighs)

I've had my share of first dates.

And second dates?

Still looking for that second date girl.

But how can you tell in just one date?

I could tell in the first ten seconds if it's right or not.

- Ten seconds? - Yeah!

Look, I don't want to waste anyone's time anymore.

When you know, you know.

Don't look at me. I mean, I'm married and raising kids.

Excuses, excuses.

(Joy laughs)

Are they?

Excuses?

- What do you mean? - Maybe there's a possibility

that you went along with this fake family thing

to avoid having a real one?

No, it was to sell books.

What did you think would happen?

Well, I didn't think anything would happen.

I didn't think I'd sell any.

Well, I mean, before the books, though,

you were always too busy working.

The famous Joy friend-zone corner.

I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about.

No, you're right.

In my experience, every time I let myself

get close to somebody, they just get taken away.

So, let me get this straight.

You only have relationships

with people you don't feel anything for?

They can't hurt me.

Not everybody can be as lucky as Mr. and Ms. Pac-Man.

(laughs)

Joy.

I uh.

I just um

what I wanted to say was.

I wanted to tell you that um...

(exhales)

I really (phone rings)

(sputters) Hold on.

Tell him you're having dinner with your husband.

- (sighs) - Just...

Tell me you're calling to say that the show's been cancelled?

Nope, I'm calling to tell you that Merriman's coming

to Goose Lane tomorrow night!

What? Why?

He wants to make sure everything's on track

with you and the family.

It is, isn't it?

Uh, I'd call it more of a winding road.

Get it on track.

You can do this. You're Joy Edwards.

Oh, God, I'm really starting to hate Joy Edwards.

(sighs heavily)

Okay, what were you saying?

Doesn't matter.

Okay, well, I'll go rinse these.

What about dessert?

There'll be dessert tomorrow.

I'm really starting to hate Joy Edwards, too.

(sewing machine clacking)

Oh, oh, oh, you brought coffee on my day?

I made it for myself.

There was extra.

Since when do you sew?

Marta, you know I do.

It's been so long, it must have slipped my mind.

Good morning.

Hello, here, let me take that.

I brought some extra Christmas decorations for you.

Are you sure your parents won't mind?

They're not back until New Years.

(Hawk): Anybody home? Marta: Up here.

Hey, why is this place called Goose Lane?

I've never seen a goose around here.

Well, when I first bought the place,

there was a whole family.

Then when I started the renovations, they flew away.

And I thought when the house was ready,

they'd come back but they never did.

- Grandpa's here! - Hi, Grandpa.

You guys, thank you so much for doing this.

I know that decorating for Christmas goes way beyond

the scope of family.

Actually, it is what families do.

Pfft, not ours.

We used to. Now they hire people.

Well, the Edwards do it differently. Let's do this.

(Sabrina): How am I doing?

- You are doing great. - You are a natural, dear.

(Joy): Oh, thank you.

I'm gonna go get the others.

(scissors snip)

All right.

Boom.

(Marta): Might as well try it.

Ready?

(sounds of chickens squawking)

Yes!

Okay, let's turn it off.

(door creaks shut)

(Joy): Okay...

Perfect.

Here. Okay.

Does this look homemade to you?

I guess.

(Sabrina): What's this?

Uh, a cell phone holder. I think.

Or a golf tee holder.

(Sabrina): In your books, you make all the stocking stuffers.

(Joy): Yeah, that was before.

(Sabrina): Before you became really important?

Oh, well here's the thing, Sabrina...

Tori. I'm in character.

Right.

Sometimes when you're creating yourself,

you might lose a little of yourself, too.

Well, I'm going to be just like you.

Pretty sure you can find a better role model.

Oh, do you want to see the pictures?

Yes!

(pictures crinkle)

Oh, come on. Ha, ha!

You might want to put this one up front. It's my head shot.

Oh, you look so grown up.

Thank you.

You don't want to grow up too fast, though.

Hey, have you ever made pine cone napkin holders?

You're in for a treat.

(Sabrina giggles)

(festive music)

All right.

(light strands rattling)

So, what does she have on you?

What do you mean?

She's got dirt on you, right?

No dirt.

Then why are you doing this?

Sometimes you do things for people.

Ah, I get it.

There's nothing to get.

Sure there isn't, dude.

We're friends.

Gotcha, friends.

Yeah, what do you know? You're 13.

- Fifteen. - Yeah, well,

you stay in your lane.

If my math is correct,

I've delivered Joy's mail over 1,800 times.

And I've cleaned this house for six years.

Minus weekends and days off, plus Wednesdays

and Fridays when it's Joy's turn.

You get Wednesdays, Fridays, and weekends off?

- Mm-hmm, I do. - I'm in the wrong business.

Feel free to take my place. I'm retiring.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Right after Christmas dinner.

And I am not doing the dishes either.

Although, I rarely do. That's Joy's job.

I have thought of retiring.

I just don't know what I'd do with myself.

Well, I'm moving someplace warm.

Oh, if I might make a suggestion, 33195,

85701, and 92234.

What are those?

Zip codes, Miami, Tucson, Palm Springs.

(laughs)

(Joy): All right, whoever collects the most pinecones

in 30 seconds wins. One, two, three, go!

(Joy and Sabrina laughing)

You know, when I first started,

she did everything herself

the gardening, the chickens, the decorating.

And she cooked like a dream.

- Why'd she stop? - No one to cook for.

You can't exactly have people over, under the circumstances.

Yeah, well, things in our life, have a way of

are nothing if have no one to share them with.

Do you have someone?

I used to.

(popcorn crunches)

I did, too.

(tender music)

(embarrassed chuckle)

(gentle Christmas music playing)

Hey, I just realized, we're actually getting along.

Yeah.

(Sabrina): Do you think we're gonna be friends one day?

Maybe in like, 20 years.

Maybe I won't tell Dad you drove his car.

Thanks.

But he can still check the odometer.

I only went around the block.

No you didn't, you went by Glenna Green's house

- three times. - Did not!

Yes, you did. Her little brother saw you.

Well, he's wrong.

Do you think Max and Joy are just friends?

Huh, are you kidding?

The dude's like, totally in love with her. You see the way

he looks at her when he thinks she's not looking?

- That's how you know. - Interesting.

I thought I saw her look at him like that

but then she just pretended she was knitting.

Old people are weird. If I liked a girl, I'd just tell her.

That's not true. You like Glenna Green

and you barely talk to her.

I don't like her.

Yes, you do. You wrote her name

in your notebook, with a heart. (Scoffs)

So, now you're snooping in my room?

Now? I've been doing it since I was three.

(Christmas music continues)

Got another one.

I think we need more.

We don't want to look like cheapskates.

Well, on the other hand, we don't want to look like

the kind of parents who spoil our kids.

No, we would never spoil our kids.

That's true. So what, five more boxes?

Hmm, ten more. (Snaps fingers)

Big ones!

Super close. Like, huddle together.

Get super, super close. Yes!

No, I can't, my back is killing...

(all talking over)

(Marta): Here we go. Bend down.

Bend down, I can't see you. I can't see.

Grandpa, get closer to Grandma.

(Freddie): Now listen, you guys, I know

what I'm doing here, okay? I want the kids in the...

I don't think that...

Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

Okay, I think...

Okay, all right, all right, so we've got a frame.

All right, guys. Guys, five seconds.

- Okay. - Okay.

(Max): Ready? All right, stay.

Five, four, three, two, one...

(all): Merry Christmas!

(camera shutter snaps)

(Joy): That was so lovely.

Right?

Yes.

Hey, Hawk!

What's on your shirt?

- (snowball thwacks) - Oh!

Dude! Dude, it's on!

(Max): Hey, hey!

- (snowball thwacks) - Ow!

Uh-oh.

♪ When you look outside and see the snowman ♪

♪ And Santa is on the way ♪

♪ You can really say that it almost nearly Christmas ♪

♪ When we're together ♪

♪ Together at Christmastime ♪

♪ There's nothing better, everything just feels so right ♪

♪ When we're together ♪

♪ Together at Christmas time ♪

♪ This magic never will leave our minds ♪

♪ Together at Christmastime ♪

♪ So bring the Christmas cheer wherever you go ♪

♪ Make sure it's not in short supply ♪

♪ And when the church bells ring let's start the show ♪

(all laughing)

♪ Just hold on and enjoy the ride ♪♪♪

(Max chuckles)

Oh, my God, Mr. Merriman is here.

(Max): Mr. Merriman.

(Joy): Hi!

Hi, Mr. Merriman.

So, this is Goose Lane, huh?

I'm surprised I've never been here.

I wasn't expecting you this early.

Nah, I should have called.

The good news is, you're featured in

the Times food section tomorrow.

Wow!

Mm-hmm.

So, this must be Mr. Edwards?

- Ah, call me Max. - Nobody calls me Mr. Edwards.

(sotto) Literally.

(sighs)

Uh, will you excuse me for a minute? I'm gonna... yeah.

Hey! Shh!

- Look, I apologize. - They're not usually like this.

No, they remind me of my own family.

My kids are grown now,

but I would have missed those times for anything.

Hmm.

Now, I know that I sprung this show on you

but I think you're going to do just fine.

(Max): Oh, oh, oh!

Well, I've seen all I need to.

Are you sure you don't want to come in?

No, my driver's out front.

I only have today to find my wife the perfect gift.

If I might offer some advice?

There is a crack in everything, Joy.

That's how the light gets in.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

(sewing machine clacking)

(tender music playing)

(Max): Hey, were you up all night? I saw the lights on.

I brought you some...

(Joy chuckles)

What is this?

Your gallery.

(clicks tongue)

You mean the Mr. Joy Edwards gallery?

By appointment only. Soon to be seen by a TV audience.

A cooking show audience.

A hungry audience.

- Thank you. - I should be thanking you.

Okay.

(tender music playing)

(Sabrina): You two are gonna have excellent

on-screen chemistry.

Uh, Max, you should pick up the desserts

'cause the bakery closes early on the holiday.

Bakery by the tree lot?

- (grumbles) - Oh.

Don't worry. I got it.

Can I drive? I have my permit.

Show it to me.

(paper crinkles)

You ever drive before?

Whenever his parents are out of town.

I'm good. They just never let me.

Let's go, kid.

Create some recipes and start some tradition.

You'll find your meals and your life improving.

Who said that?

You did, Volume 1.

Wow! You memorized that?

You know, you're like the only person

who isn't being paid to be with me.

Oh, that can't be true.

My parents are always with clients.

They FaceTime me every morning to tell me they love me,

but they're never around.

Well, of course they love you. How could they not?

You're an amazing young lady.

Really?

Yeah. If I had a daughter,

I'd want her to be just like you.

Oh.

Let's get in and out 'cause I wanna drive.

Uh, let's get the food home first and then I'll find

a parking lot and you can drive around.

That's not driving.

Well, it's all the time I have.

You sound like my dad.

Hey, hey, hey come here...

You drive home.

- Deal? - Deal.

All right, kid.

(quirky music playing)

Whoa!

(Max grumbles)

What are you doing?

Sorry. Uh

it's already ordered, two pies, cake, and a yule log.

Yeah, I know that.

- You've got it. - Let's go get it.

No.

Why not?

(exhales)

Just there's someone in there I don't want to see.

Okay, who?

Oh, it's your girlfriend, isn't it?

- No. - Yeah? Well who could it be?

It's a girl. It's a, it's a girl.

She...

Remember when I said stay in your lane? This is the time.

Stay in your own lane or you lose driving privileges, okay?

So, you can go get that food,

or I'll stick you in the parking lot.

All right, go, just... (Hawk chuckles)

Yeah, go get the food.

(exhales)

Huh.

(quirky music continues)

What are you chatting, kid? Come on!

Chatting her up.

(sighs)

Got it.

- There was... - You forgot your yule log.

- Hey. - You.

- Oh, sorry. That's also mine. - Oh, it's all yours?

Just put it right there on top.

Dad, let's go!

You have a kid, too?

- It's the neighbor's kid. - Are you kidding me?

- Hawk: Dad, come on! - Run. Go. Go, go, go!

You disgust me! I can't believe you!

- You're a horrible man. - Oh.

I hope you have a lousy Christmas!

(redhead): You know what? Does your wife know about this kid?

Hey, slide over.

- You said I could drive. - (Redhead continues shouting)

Right. You're right, you're right.

Okay? I hope that yule log falls in the fire or something!

(pan rasps on grill)

Okay.

Okay.

All right. Ooh, we are doing this!

Yes, we are. Hawk: Got the stuff.

- (Joy): Great. Where's Max? - He's getting dressed.

Ah, yeah. You guys should go get ready too, actually.

- They're going to be here soon. - You got it.

These aren't half bad.

Hey, don't be talking with your mouth full. Now, scoot!

(tender music playing)

(cinnamon scraping)

(door opens)

In the kitchen.

Hi, Mom.

Wow! Oh, you look beautiful!

Looking good, mamacita.

And I'm still not sure about that lipstick, Joy.

(scoffs) (Freddie): Marta, leave

- the girl alone. - Yes, dear.

(door opens and shuts)

(footsteps approach)

Wow.

(exhales)

(stammering): You look better than the family in my books.

Yeah, those posers don't hold a candle to us.

(laughs)

You don't think I look washed out without makeup?

Oh, you look beautiful!

I shaved.

You know, just slouch a little.

Nah, we'll just tell them you had a growth spurt.

Merry Christmas.

(all): Merry Christmas. (Glasses clink)

Okay, the cameras are going to be here soon,

so everybody just be yourselves. But don't.

(gentle music playing)

(gasps) Oh, God.

- Joy. - Yeah.

- We can do this. - We can.

Nothing's gonna go wrong.

Nothing. (Doorbell chimes)

Let's go.

Hi! Where can I touch up my glam?

Almost done with your mic.

You ready, Steve? (Steve): Yeah.

All right, Joy, it's show time.

Let's go, Steve.

(sputters)

I hope you're ready, world,

because we're getting a behind-the-scenes look

into the magical Christmas world of Joy Edwards. Come on!

(knock on door)

(Joy): Coming!

- Liza! - Hello!

Welcome, welcome to Goose Lane.

- Thank you. - Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Come in.

Oh, Joy, it's just as you described it.

Oh, well, I wouldn't make it up.

(laughs)

What a treat.

- Come on in. - Okay.

We like to grow our own winter vegetables,

some of which we'll be eating tonight.

Oh, so fresh.

Finally, the beloved Goose Lane chicken coop.

Oh, you'd better stay back.

The reds get uh, feisty around the holidays.

All right.

(chicken squawking sounds)

Ooh, angry chickens.

Wow!

(Liza): Oh!

Ooh! Whew!

All right.

Wow.

Yes. So, these eggs will be found in the stuffing

and my holiday scramble on Christmas morning.

It doesn't get any fresher than this.

- Mm-hmm. - Oh.

Ah!

The secret to my turkey

brining. I do it for two days.

Oh.

Well, looks like we have company, huh?

- Yeah. - Hey, honey.

Um, Max is the guinea pig for all my recipes.

- Oh. - And I'm still alive.

As long as you don't mess up cutting the turkey.

Oh.

(Liza): You two are just like newlyweds.

Well, it's like we were married yesterday.

Um, why don't we go meet the rest of the family?

(Joy): And this is Tommy and Tori.

A pleasure to be on the show, Liza. I'm a big fan.

(Liza): Thank you, Tori. Tommy, how old are you?

Thirteen.

Really?

- I grew four inches last week. - (pats back)

Month. Year.

And of course, what would Christmas be

without Mom and Dad?

From what I've read, you two live close?

06831.

Uh, Dad's always been very fascinated with zip codes.

And I still married him anyway. (Laughs)

Well, nothing moves the mail quicker,

especially around Christmastime.

That's enough, dear.

Oh, wow!

My husband painted everything here.

Now, this one, I love.

(Max): Thank you.

Max Strandland?

Oh, that's his maiden name.

I would love one of these in my home.

- Well, you can have one. - Everything here is for sale.

Well, except the one over the mantel.

Max painted that one for me.

I'll paint you another one.

Look, anything you like, if you see it,

I'll take it off the wall, put it right in your car.

- Oh! - Right now.

Joy, your earrings are gorgeous.

Oh, thank you. You know, they get so heavy, I need a break.

Oh, I get it.

So, this is my favorite part.

We open presents on Christmas morning.

Mm-hmm.

But it's a longstanding tradition that we exchange

handmade gifts on Christmas Eve.

Oh, that is beautiful. Can I help?

Yes, please. Thank you.

Wow.

(gasps)

A hand-knit scarf?

Oh, same here!

Him too?

Just what he needs for those long, neighborhood walks.

Yeah, well maybe you'll come with me next time... dear. Hmm.

Nice beanie.

All my favorite recipes.

All right.

Fancy paintbrushes.

Okay, I didn't make them but I saw them and I thought of you.

I love them.

You haven't opened your stocking yet, Joy.

(all): Yeah, open it.

(Liza): Let's see what they got ya.

Okay.

Oh! A chopstick holder. It's just what I wanted.

Whoa, hey, hey, just wait a second, son, would you?

Interesting gift.

Sorry, Mom, we were just messing with you since

you're always on us about laundry.

Naughty and nice, you know, that's, that's kids for ya.

You guys are the best parents I ever had.

(sheepish chuckle)

(doorbell chimes)

Expecting company?

It's a little early for Santa.

- Uh, I got it. - Oh, no, no, no. Let me.

Why don't you take everyone to the table?

Okay. Who's hungry? I know I am.

Okay.

You know, it's probably a neighbor

bringing some holiday cheer.

(mic clicks off)

(exhales)

Are you Max's wife?

Uh, it is so sweet of you to stop by.

As one woman to another, I should tell you,

he's come into the bakery several times

- without his wedding ring. - What's in a ring?

♪ Five golden rings ♪

- He also lied about your son. - Said he was a neighbor's kid.

(curious music playing)

Uh, didn't you hear what I'm saying?

Um, your husband...

And what better time for forgiveness than Christmas?

You deserve each other.

(Joy): Aw, thank you.

Thanks again for the poinsettia... Ginger!

(mic clicks on)

- (Liza): Is she joining us? - No, she's vegan.

Oh.

She's done it again.

Joy Edwards, this looks beautiful.

Oh, thank you!

And while it looks like a lot of work was put into this

it was. (Laughter)

The truth is, it doesn't matter how or where

we celebrate the holiday.

We could be sitting on lawn furniture eating takeout.

The important thing is that we're all together.

Aw.

Merry Christmas from the Edwards family.

(all): Merry Christmas!

Yes!

(Max): There we go.

(all chatting and laughing)

(Max): No idea what you're missing out on.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I would love some gravy, thank you.

(Marta): It's her specialty.

(Max): Hey, have I ever told you guys

about the first Christmas I spent with your mom?

- Don't think so. - I'm sure you have.

- (Marta): I've never heard it. - No, no, you've heard it.

Freddie: Me neither. (Joy): You've heard it.

- Nope, never. - Mom and Dad.

- Dad, tell us. - Well, enquiring minds

want to know, don't you? Don't you?

- (Marta): We're enquiring, yeah. - I do.

Mm-hmm. (Joy chuckles nervously)

Listen, it was a winter night, just like this one.

Snow's fallin' down.

I'm walking down the sidewalk,

then I saw her.

And she's coming my way.

Hideous Christmas sweater. Reindeer clips up in her hair.

But I'll tell you, she was so beautiful.

The first ten seconds, I knew

that she was gonna be in my life forever.

Well, you never told me that.

Yeah, you know us artists got an eye for detail.

Hmm.

Besides

you're pretty hard to forget.

(Marta): How touching.

Can you pass the yams?

So, we have a uh, pumpkin pie, a Dutch apple,

a Christmas cake, and my signature yule log.

Oh. (Anxious music building)

(turkey cracks)

(bolt zips)

(leg thumps on table)

(table cracks)

(all shouting)

Oh, the turkey!

I got it. I got it.

(table finishings clattering)

(Hawk): Oh, I'm sorry, Mom.

(Joy): That's our Tommy. And uh yes,

- that is a ping-pong table. - It's okay, buddy.

Because who doesn't love a DIY project?

(Max): That's right. Uh, nothing goes to waste,

here at Goose Lane.

We preach that.

Uh, so Tori, you remember that song you were singing earlier?

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year ♪

(clapping)

What's all this? Sabrina? Henry?

Mom, you're supposed to be skiing.

Your father twisted his ankle.

Is that Frederick, our mailman?

Ahem, I've taken early retirement.

Okay, you're coming with me. Now.

Kill the cameras.

(Liza): I'm sorry, I can't. We're live.

Keep the cameras rolling, fellas. This is TV gold.

Uh, like so many of you out there, uh,

we are a blended family.

Tommy and Tori have two sets of parents, so that means

it's double Christmases, and what could be better than that?

Okay. Um, I don't know what's going on here but um, it's over.

Come with me.

My name is Sabrina Swinton

and I'm currently seeking representation. You can...

Mom: Sabrina!!

(door shuts)

I'm sorry, Joy.

(Marta): Me too, honey. I mean, we gave it a shot.

I'll uh, I'll be by tomorrow to pick up my cheque.

(fake laughter)

(Joy): Bye Mom, bye Dad! Thanks for coming.

Yeah, well, empty nest syndrome.

I mean, we knew it was gonna happen, just not so soon.

Joy, we tried. It's over.

Not until we dig into that yule log.

Excuse me.

Gotta love live TV.

(Max): Joy, I know this is probably the worst time

for this but the water damage in my loft,

it's been fixed for weeks.

Yeah.

I'm still here because I don't want to be your friend.

I don't want any more first dates or last dates.

I know who I want to be with.

(tender music playing)

Max, please just not now.

Why not now?

What are we waiting for?

You told me not to settle for second best. I love you, Joy.

Always have, always will.

You just say the word

and we'll go back out there together.

(Joy inhales sharply)

(exhales) Joy?

Joy?

Okay.

(footsteps tap away)

(somber music playing)

(door opens)

(sighs heavily)

(door closes)

(steadying inhale)

- (footsteps approach) - Ah.

- Hello. - Hi.

So, who wants dessert?

Could you give me one minute?

- Of course. - Thank you. One minute.

Bill, are you getting all of this?

Max! Max!

(truck rumbles away)

Max!

(chokes back tears)

(sighs)

(sighs deeply)

(ornaments tinkle)

(blows out breath)

I guess it's obvious by now that those weren't my kids

or my parents.

Max isn't my husband.

The sounds you heard from the henhouse, YouTube.

The eggs are from the market.

The plants from the nursery.

The pies from the bakery.

Even the name "Goose Lane" is a lie.

There has not been a goose here since I moved in.

Everything you saw here tonight was fake. Most of all, me.

The truth is, I've never had a family.

I don't even know what one is.

At least, I didn't until these last few days.

I am sorry for pretending to be someone I'm not.

The real Joy Edwards, me

is a fraud

is a mess,

and alone.

No!

(Liza): Well

happy holidays from Goose Lane.

(Bill): That's a wrap.

I'm sorry, Joy.

(door shuts)

(gentle music playing)

(dog barks outside)

Okay. Where is my phone?

Come on.

Oh, here it is.

Okay, please, please, please, Max. Please, please.

(message trail pinging)

(sighs)

(groans)

(gentle music continues)

(frames clack softly)

(door opens)

(Marta): Hey. Hey, are you up yet? Where are you?

Hey, I'm in here.

(Marta): Merry Christmas.

What are you two doing here?

Well, you didn't think I was gonna leave you

with all this mess.

(Freddie): Special delivery.

On Christmas Day?

Yeah, well, I know people.

(Joy): Oh.

You guys, thank you.

(Freddie): No, thank you.

For giving us a family at Christmas

so we wouldn't have to be alone.

I know that I complained every now and then

but I consider myself lucky to have worked all these years

with someone I consider a daughter.

Oh, Marta.

Even though I am way too young to be your mother.

Oh, Marta. (Both chuckle)

Oh, and I have not forgotten about your retirement package.

Oh, no rush.

I'll be travelling.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Freddie and I are going to be

wintering in the 33427 area.

- That's Boca Raton. - Marta has a timeshare.

Whoa, wait, a timeshare?

Honey, you've been overpaying me for years.

Well, I'm glad something good came out of all this.

(doorbell chimes)

Oh, God. What.

(Marta): Okay, you pull yourself together, go get the door.

I got the dishes.

(Freddie): I'll dry.

Oh.

Merry Christmas, Miss Edwards.

Oh, we're wait past Miss Edwards, Sabrina.

And I owe you a huge apology, Grace.

No, I actually owe you an apology, Joy.

We've been so wrapped up in work,

it took seeing you with the kids to realize that

they need parents who are going to be there, and that's exactly

what we're going to be from now on. So, thank you.

Do you want to come in for some leftovers?

Oh, another time?

Sabrina and I are going to make gingerbread houses today.

And we're going to make all the recipes you gave me, too.

And my dad's going to take me for a driving lesson.

Oh, that sounds like the perfect Christmas.

Yeah. You have a great Christmas, too.

Bye-bye. (Both): Bye.

Max, hey, it's me. It's like my tenth call before noon.

Um, call me back.

'K, bye.

(finger taps on phone)

Just...

(doorbell chimes)

Max.

Max! Max!

Mr. Merriman.

I uh, think we should probably talk. Don't you?

(Joy): Look, before you say anything,

I just want to tell you how sorry I am for ruining

your Christmas and possibly your whole company.

I'm going to make a statement

saying you knew nothing about this.

I really didn't mean to lie.

It just snowballed and I didn't know how to stop it.

I know.

I've known since the beginning, dear.

We vet all our authors. It's just part of business.

I've always gone with my gut.

When you first came to me with that book, so original,

so full of promise, I saw something in you.

How could I turn that down?

I'm guessing you wish you had now.

Your books are about family and togetherness.

That message means something. Whether you have one, or not.

I've watched you all these years, hoping you'd find

real love along the way.

I thought doing this show, maybe you'd see what you were missing.

So, you risked embarrassing

the whole publishing house for me?

Everything's a risk in this business, and in life.

That's what makes it so rewarding.

Look, I don't know what to say, Mr. Merriman.

Well, I do.

Online sales went through the roof last night.

The viewers loved you. (Joy scoffs)

Because you're not perfect.

You're on the other side of perfect,

just like the rest of us. (Joy laughs)

(Mr.Merriman chuckles)

And if you feel like writing this next chapter,

Merriman Publishing would be happy and honored to publish it.

No need to make the decision now. I'm guessing you have uh,

a few things to sort out.

Might be too late for that.

No, it's never too late.

Especially on Christmas.

Well, I'm due for some Christmas caroling,

although I have the worst voice in the family.

(Joy laughs)

Oh, wait, before I forget.

- For you. - Thank you.

(Joy): They're bookmarks.

Handmade tassel, metallic and cotton embroidery.

(both): Volume 3.

I'll treasure them.

Merry Christmas.

You too, Joy.

(Joy): Bye.

(sighs)

(call ringing)

(call clicks on)

You answered.

(Max): Yeah. Sorry, I've been trying to think of what to say.

I'll be in to clear out my paintings in just a little bit.

Well, where are you? (Max): Out back.

Max!

(Max): Down here.

The one above the fireplace is yours.

I told the Manfried Gallery it's not for sale.

Wait, the Manfried Gallery? Isn't that...

The best gallery in New York.

Oh, my God! Wait, they're taking you. That's amazing!

Apparently Manfried's a foodie.

He saw the show and he's giving me a window

and he even bought one for himself.

Ah! Oh, that's so good.

It's because of you. And um

you're a great friend, you know?

What's wrong with being great friends, right?

We'll get coffee.

No, I don't want to get coffee.

And I can't be your friend.

And all that stuff I said before, and mostly

what I didn't say

the first ten seconds when I saw you walking down the sidewalk,

I thought, hmm, now there's someone

who could break my heart. So, I just kept walking.

Right, I didn't name my fake husband after the guy

in The Exorcist, I named him after you.

Because it's the only time that I've ever let myself

picture a future with someone, it's been with you.

I love you.

I always have and I always will and...

(Max exhales happily)

(geese honking, wings flapping)

(tender music)

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