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♪ Snow is beginning to fall ♪
♪ After days of thanksgiving for all ♪
♪ If you open your hearts and your ears♪
♪ You can almost hear sleigh bells ring ♪
♪ Christmas the old-fashioned way♪
♪ Soon Santa will come in his sleigh ♪
♪ To bring candies and toys To all good girls and boys ♪
♪ Who won't sleep tonight ♪
♪ Let's go out and get us a tree ♪
♪ Bring it home to the whole family ♪
♪ Then we'll all gather 'round ♪
♪ Bring the ornaments down Trim the tree and sing ♪
♪ Peace on earth ♪
♪ Goodwill to all ♪
♪ Peace on earth ♪
♪ Goodwill to all ♪
♪ Christmas the old-fashioned way ♪
♪ Santa will come in his sleigh ♪
- Haven't you read that book like a 100 times already?
- It's a classic.
- Just because something's old doesn't make it a classic.
- Because it's a classic, it never gets old.
- Hm. - Haven't you ever read it?
- Of course.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"...
- Hm. That is a "Tale of Two Cities".
- Are you sure?
[chuckles]
What's that?
- An early Christmas present to cheer you up. And coffee...
- Thank you!
What's this?
I already have business cards.
Plus, haven't you read the big sign at the front?
- Yes, and yes.
But...
- But what?
- Your business cards are so old
they have a handwritten email address on them
and no social media accounts.
I think these might predate the internet.
[chuckles] Okay.
But still: the sign.
- I've decided I'm not letting you go out of business!
- Becky, you know I love this place more than anything
in the world.
But you've seen the numbers.
We just can't compete in this new digital shopping world.
People don't want to leave their homes
to come find treasures anymore.
They can have it all at the tips of their fingers.
- Chance, we can do this, okay?
We just need to create some buzz!
A new website, social media accounts, a blog.
You'll notice all your new accounts are on the card.
- I don't know what half of these are!
- You will learn.
Plus, I already pre-programmed them to set up daily posts.
- What does that even mean?
- Just give me until the end of the holidays, okay?
If this doesn't help to turn things around,
I will finally learn the difference between a half-caff
non-fat soy macchiato and a non-fat
misto tea latte.
- Becky... - Come on!
What do you have to lose?
- Definitely not a barista.
- See? I'm doomed without this job.
- Okay. But it's gonna take a Christmas miracle.
[gentle score]
[rushing wind]
- Oh! Ah! Ah! So late!
Of course, this happens when I'm late!
And he knows I'm late!
And the more I talk, the more I'm late.
[phones ringing]
[elevator chime]
- You're late.
- I'm so sorry.
I picked up the research file for your new men's line:
stripes are in; plaid is out.
I mailed out the promo packages for your new fragrance --
Eau de Adventure-- and I emailed your sister to confirm
that you and Ms. Brooks will be attending her Christmas dinner.
- Wonderful. Did you book The Astro Lounge
for the New Year's event?
I want that presentation to be revolutionary.
- Yes, sir.
- Great.
Oh! And, uh, let's make sure
the usual social media-savvy crowd are there ready
to live-stream.
I want everything to scream young, ambitious,
adventurous executives.
Everybody should leave that event
wanting to wear our clothing, fragrance and accessories.
- Absolutely.
- Okay. Did you specify dress code?
- Uh, of course. Oh! And I picked up your Santa hat.
- Santa hat?
[gentle Christmas score]
[camera beeping]
- The magazine wanted the cover to have you in a Santa hat.
Research shows it makes you appear
more "festive and approachable".
It was part of the terms you agreed to.
Now, remember, sir, it's all about the image.
Your words.
[sighing] - I look ridiculous.
- Well, look at it this way, sir:
this'll be the last year you'll be voted
Most Eligible Bachelor.
After Christmas Eve, you'll be off the market for good.
- That's true.
Speaking of which, did you pick up my mother's ring
from the safety deposit box?
- Ah, yeah. It's in my pocket.
- Great. Guard it with your life.
- I would die for it, sir.
Now, we need to wrap up this photo session.
You have a press conference in five minutes
and a board meeting at ten AM.
[sighing]
- I am very approachable and festive...
When it's required.
[gentle score]
[clearing throat]
- Maybe both on the hips?
- Hip.
- Maybe?
[shutter clicking]
- Umm...
Maybe try a different side?
- What do you mean a different side? I'm looking at the camera!
- I mean try favoring your left side. Everyone has a good side.
- A good side? Don't they look the same?
- No. They look completely different.
- Huh.
- I think we need a Santa hat!
- This is ridiculous!
Why does anyone want to see pictures of me for the blog?
Why aren't we taking pictures of the treasures in this store?
- Because customers want to buy things from people they know
and trust, okay? Our best chance
to increase sales is by getting customers to know and love you!
- Ugh!
- Besides, the first post is all about you
and how you started this place.
[shutter clicking]
- Really? You wrote an entire post about that?
- I may not be good at ordering lattes,
but I do have an English degree
and a soft spot for sappy stories.
- An English degree?
Aren't you being a little generous?
- 'Tis the season.
- So, uh...
What did you write?
- The truth.
That your father was a collector of art and books
and vintage furniture and that when he passed away,
you spent your college tuition money to open up this store
in his memory, so that he'd always be with you.
- That was such a long time ago.
[emotional score]
I was so naive to think I could make this work long-term.
- You don't regret opening the store, do you?
- Not a moment.
What am I going to do if this doesn't work out?
- I don't know.
But if we have a chance of making this work,
we have got to find your good side, okay?
Come on! Break's over. Let's go!
Let's see that turn.
[clearing throat] - The turn.
- Ha! [laughing]
It's better when I make noises.
- Here are your talking points regarding the sale
of Rutherford and Sons
and these are for the acquisition of Mason-White.
- Perfect. May I see the ring, please?
- Yeah.
- Has it been sized yet?
- Ah, it will be! As soon as you find out Ms. Brook's ring size.
Discreetly.
- Right. Haven't done that yet.
How does one discreetly find out the size
of a woman's ring finger?
- I wouldn't know sir. I work too much to have a girlfriend.
But I'll put that on my list of things to figure out
and I'll get back to you, Mr. Richards. Okay? Doh!
Testing, testing, testing, testing. Okay. No, let's go.
- Merry Christmas, everyone. Thank you for coming.
I have a few moments to answer some questions.
- Yes, Mr. Richards,
with the recent acquisition of Mason-White,
we're wondering what are your plans
for the corporation's new direction?
Will you keep their current fashion lines?
- Well, I would like to increase the annual growth
by at least 20% next year
by introducing a new men's line led by fashion icon Jacob Chi.
- Ah, Mr. Richards,
was the sale of Rutherford and Sons the result of
the CEO's potential involvement in the latest political scandal?
- Rutherford and Sons was a business strategy
that was put into motion six months ago
and wasn't influenced in any way by exterior rumors.
- Mr. Richards, keeping with rumors,
would you care to comment on the social media chatter about you
and Ms. Leyla Brooks potentially getting engaged
in the near future? Is there any truth that our most
eligible bachelor may soon find himself #TyingTheKnot?
- I have no comment.
My relationship with Ms. Brooks is personal. Next question.
- Mr. Richards! Mr. Richards!
[gentle score]
- This is really good!
Sappy, but good.
- Thanks!
We just need to add this photo here and...
post!
- Do you really think this could help save the store?
- Yes, I do. If you take it seriously and try.
- It's just so hard for me to put myself out there
for the whole world to see.
This stuff is so personal.
And I don't know anything about this new
social media-savvy world.
- That's why you have me!
- Thank you.
- And, look: we finally found your good side!
- Did you flip the image?
- Mm. [laughing]
And, hey! You know, at the very least,
maybe this whole thing will put you out there a little more.
You can finally find a nice guy to share a meal with.
- You know,
me and Captain Bubbles are just fine on our own.
- You can't cuddle with a fish!
- No. But he is a better listener than my last boyfriend
and he doesn't complain when I watch reality shows, so...
I take that as a win.
- Fair enough. What do you want for lunch?
- Sushi?
[mischievous score]
- Presentation for the meeting.
- Perfect. Have you found a first edition copy
of A Christmas Carol for Leyla yet?
- Ah, still working on that, Mr. Richards.
You know, are you sure she's going to like it?
She doesn't strike me as the reading type.
[chuckling] It's a classic.
I'm sure she'll love it as much as I do.
It was a tradition in my family to read it
every single Christmas and that's a tradition
I'd like to continue when Leyla and I get married.
- Yes, Sir.
- Uh, and I'd like you to walk me through the rest of the plans
for my big proposal. I want this week to be perfect.
- About that, Sir.
- What about that, Ryan?
- Ive been thinking,
you know, I'm great at keeping your life on track...
- That's why I keep you around.
- But perhaps you need someone a little more...
- More what?
- Qualified to plan and organize your big romantic proposal, Sir.
- Ryan, you're the only one I trust.
- Okay, full disclosure.
I haven't had a girlfriend in two years
and my best date ever was taking a girl
to a comic book convention
dressed in a cape and purple tights.
- Sounds like fun to me.
- The most romantic thing I've been able to come up with
involves laser tag and tickets to an escape room.
Okay, my anxiety levels have been steadily climbing
ever since you asked me to put this together
and I'm afraid I'm just not cut out for romance, Sir!
- Shh! I'm proposing in just over a week!
Where do you want me to find help on such short notice?
- The internet?
Perhaps you could plan it yourself, you know?
Yeah. Keep it simple; from the heart.
- Plan it myself? Keep it simple?
Wouldn't happen to know any romance experts
by any chance, would you?
- No, I don't.
[gentle score]
But I do know where you might be able to find
that first edition for Leyla.
Now, get in there, sir. They're waiting for you
and you have a lunch meeting with Mrs. Jensen.
- Right.
By Chance Gifts.
[gentle score]
[sighing]
Morning, everyone!
[gentle score]
[knocking on door]
- Sorry, we're closed.
- Uh, yeah, I can see that,
but if I could just have a moment? It's really important.
- Sure. How can I help?
- I'm looking for a first edition copy
of A Christmas Carol.
I have your card here; thought you might have it.
- I haven't handed those out yet. How did you get that?
- By chance, I suppose.
- Ha. That's funny. "By Chance"...
Because of my name.
Anyway, you're looking for A Christmas Carol?
It's one of my favourite books.
- So, you have it, then?
- I do but it's my personal copy and, unfortunately,
it's not for sale. I'm sorry, I can't help you.
- Come on. You got to have a price.
Everyone's got a price, right?
- I'm sorry.
It was a gift from my father.
But I do have a first edition copy of Jane Eyre,
if you're interested.
- No. It's got to be that book.
See, I'm giving it to my girlfriend
who I'm proposing to; trying to be romantic.
- Aw! A romantic.
Don't see those too often these days.
- Well, like I said, trying to be, but
it turns out I'm not very good at it.
- Seems like you're off to a great start!
- Not unless you sell me that book.
[chuckling]
Listen, I can't sell you my book.
But I am a hopeless romantic so I can do my best
to track down another copy for you. When do you need it by?
- Christmas Eve.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks!
- Sure, no problem. You know how to contact me:
there's like a million ways to reach me on that card.
- I'll be in touch. - Great!
- Great.
When you said you were a hopeless romantic,
does that mean you're good at it?
- You agreed to do what?
- I know. It's crazy.
- Okay, so let me get this straight:
William Richards, the "most eligible bachelor"
three years running, walks into your store
and offers you how much to plan
a romantic proposal for his supermodel girlfriend?
- First of all, I had no idea who he was
until I did some research on him last night.
[scoffs] Secondly, I couldnt say no.
He offered me enough to keep this place open
for another month while we figure things out.
- It's a Christmas Miracle!
[laughing] - Not so fast!
I still need to come up with an incredible week of romance
leading up to an epic proposal
and sweep this girl off her feet!
- Oh, please! You are the queen of romance.
You've watched every Meg Ryan movie;
you basically have the Titanic soundtrack on repeat.
- It's true.
- So...
what's step one?
- Well, I really wanted to get to know this girl
before I plan her dream engagement, so...
- So, you went undercover and tracked her around town
last night? [gasping]
- No. Of course not.
- Oh.
- I took your lead and looked up all her social media accounts.
What better way to get to know who someone truly is?
- Um....
- I checked out all of her profiles.
This girl seems amazing:
dog lover; philanthropist; loves kids; loves theatre;
fitness enthusiast.
I mean, she even has a beauty blog.
Did you notice my new lip colour?
It's Christmas Nude.
- Very nice.
- I can see why Will wants to marry this girl.
She's basically perfect!
- So, you based all your research
on her social media accounts?
- Of course.
- Okay. And based on that "research," um,
what exactly did you do for this first grand romantic gesture?
- She kept posting these really sweet photos of shelter dogs
who needed loving homes, so...
- So?
- I got a shelter dog delivered to her office this morning
from Will!
- Oh, no.
- What?
[elevator bell]
- Leyla!
- What is this?
- Hey, hey, hey! It's a puppy!
- No, Will. It's a dog.
A fully grown, shedding, smelly dog.
- You want a belly rub?
[clearing throat]
Ah, right. Dog.
- From you.
- From me? Yes! Uh, uh, from me.
Do you like it?
- I do.
- Oh, good!
- From afar.
- What? But I thought you loved dogs.
- Yes, Will. In pictures and in parks
and on other people's leashes.
- But you're always posting about shelter dogs
and how adopting pets in need is so important.
- My agent said it would look good for my image.
Look, Will, I hope they find good homes.
I really do.
I just don't want them to find my home.
- Yeah, but don't you think a furry little friend'd be
a great addition to our lives?
- A tennis bracelet would be a good addition to my life.
A dog is a complete overhaul.
[phone ringing]
- Uh, I just thought...
- Will, we are both so busy;
career-oriented and well-dressed.
A dog sheds and requires time and attention that we both
just don't have right now.
- Yeah, but don't you want to change that a little?
Make a little more time for us? A dog would mean
more walks together and quiet evenings at home.
- Will, I love you. But we have our careers to focus on.
We can't be tied down like that.
[sighing] - Okay. I'll take him back.
- Thank you.
And don't forget we're hosting my annual
Christmas game night tonight: your place, 8 PM sharp,
dress code in full effect and I hired Pierre
for his famous gluten-free vegan chocolate truffles.
Do not be late.
- Oh, hey, Miss Brooks!
- Ryan.
- Oh! A puppy? Can we keep him?
- Can you get, uh, Chance on the phone? Tell her we need to meet?
- Yeah. Sure.
- Well, guess you're with me for the day. Come on.
[clicks tongue]
- Hi, little guy!
[chuckles]
- So, I, uh, thought you said you were good at this?
- I am. I just...
I didn't factor in the whole social-media curve.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, when I researched Leyla's profiles,
I didn't realize that people weren't 100% truthful
on those sites. By her posts,
it looks like a dog would have been the perfect
romantic gift to kick off your proposal week.
[scoffs] - Well, it wasn't.
[sighs]
- How did that not work? Look at this face!
[chuckles]
- Well, he is pretty adorable.
And I'm sure Leyla will warm up to him eventually.
But, I mean, Chance, you can't
truly get to know somebody just by looking at their profile.
- Actually, I think that's the exact purpose of those sites:
to share with others who you really are.
- So, you mean to tell me that everything you post
on there about yourself is true?
- I think so. I mean, I've only had a few posts but,
yeah, of course it's true. Why would I lie about myself?
- No, not lie. Uh, just create an image.
You know, show the world who you want to be,
not who you really are.
- But I am who I want to be.
Aren't you?
[chuckles]
- Yeah. Uh...
- I'll take him.
Come here, little guy. You're coming with me.
Am I fired?
- No.
- Okay.
- But you will have to look after this guy
for the next few weeks until Leyla warms up to him.
And...
I think you should get to know the real Leyla
before you plan our next move.
- Okay. What do we do?
- We go undercover!
[laughing]
I'll explain.
- Oh, boy! Okay.
[gentle score]
Wait up!
- So, you're William's personal assistant?
- Uh, more like an executive assistant.
- Oh! - Yeah.
- Right. - Okay.
- So?
- I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before.
- Thanks?
- And the finishing touch.
- Oh!
- Do I have to wear those?
- Oh, well, it came with the dress
and with Mr. Richards' instructions.
- I'll wear them!
- Good idea. You go undercover.
- I wish.
But I have a feeling no one is going to believe
I'm Will's father's best friend's daughter
from England.
I'm tone deaf, so my English accent sounds like a mix
of French and cyborg.
- You speak cyborg?
- A few dialects.
- Nice.
- Guys! Okay! I'll wear the shoes.
- Almost got it!
[giggles]
How do I look?
- Tall!
- And who am I again?
- Will's father's best friend's daughter from England!
- And what's his name?
- Who?
- Will's father's best friend -- my dad.
- Oh, this is really getting complicated.
- Okay, well, uh, don't get bogged down in the details.
Just stay focused on the broad strokes.
- Right.
- Okay. And remind me:
why am I doing this again?
- To get to know Leyla so you can craft the perfect proposal,
which will, in turn, save the store that you love so much.
Plus, it'll be fun! Just...
imagine you're in an old detective novel.
- Ohh.
- Right.
I can do this.
Are you good to watch him for the night?
- You know we need to name him, right?
- We can't name him because we're not keeping him.
We're just pet-sitting until Leyla warms up to the idea.
- You might want to name him.
[gasps]
- What?
No! No one is naming this adorable, little fluff ball.
Because if we name him, he'll feel like he's ours
and then we'll want to keep him. That's how it works.
- Right. You're right. Yes. No name.
- No name.
- Your chariot awaits.
- Oh! Just try to have some fun tonight, okay?
- I thought I was going to a game night.
Who can play charades in this outfit?
- Leyla's crowd is big on dress codes.
[groaning]
- Okay. [breathing deeply]
I'm thinking of two words!
I got this.
- That's three words.
- I'm thinking of three words!
[giggles]
- BOTH: You got this.
- Yeah. - I got it. I got it.
- I thought that was implied. - You got it!
- Right. - You got it!
- Okay. Great.
[jazzy Christmas score]
- Do you know that I like that matches my blanket?
- That was my fault. Sorry about that.
[laughing]
- Chance. - Hi!
- Wow. You look...
- Tall?
- I was going to say beautiful.
- Oh. Thank you.
[English accent] I mean: thank you.
- What's that?
- My English accent.
- Oh! Oh, yeah.
It's really good. So, you're ready?
- Yes.
This is going to be fun! Like an old detective novel.
- Yes. Exactly. Tonight's all about recon.
And I rigged the teams so that you and Leyla are together.
She loves England. You'll have tons to talk about.
- Will, I'm not actually from England.
- Right. But you've seen the Royal wedding?
- Yes. Of course.
- Yeah. You'll be fine.
- Okay. But what if I get into trouble
and she starts to suspect that something's up?
- Just give me some sort of a sign. I'll come to the rescue.
- What kind of sign?
- Touch your left ear.
- Left ear. Got it.
- You must be Olivia.
- Actually, I'm... - Yes, yes.
This is my father's best friend's daughter, Olivia.
Olivia, this is my girlfriend, Leyla.
- It's a pleasure to meet you, Leyla.
I've heard so much about you.
- You have?
I didn't realize you two were so close.
Will, why haven't you mentioned Olivia before today?
- Oh! We're not close.
I meant my father talks about you
and he hears that from Will, of course,
because they are close. We are not close.
I don't even really like William.
But I don't not like him.
We just don't really know each other that well...
- What did you say your father's name was again?
- John. - Paul.
[chuckles]
- Like the pope?
- Yes! Exactly like the pope.
Why don't we, uh, join the rest of the party?
- Sure.
- You talk a lot when you're nervous, huh?
- Maybe a little.
- Breathe. This'll be fun.
- You're just on time.
Everyone, this is Olivia.
William's family friend.
- Hello.
- Hello!
Love your shoes! Where did you get those?
- Oh!
They were a gift.
From the Queen.
- Wow. You know the Queen!
- Mm-hm.
- Were you at the wedding? What did you wear?
- Okay! Who wants to choose teams?
- Actually, we chose the teams
while you were answering the door.
Looks like you two are together.
- Oh. Great!
[cell phone buzzes]
Oh.
Sorry, it's work. I gotta take this.
James?
Not a problem. Feliz Navidad.
- So, Leyla:
what's your favourite color?
- Pink.
- Pink. Really?
I would have taken you for a red girl
or crimson, maybe, but pink?
I love pink!
Favourite food?
- Vegan Charcuterie.
- Okay.
Haven't heard of that one before.
Don't even know what that is. But it sounds good.
I'll have to try it some time.
Favourite sport?
- Oh! [laughing]
I'm not really a sports kind of gal.
- You did do figure skating as a kid, though.
- I did like wearing the cute outfits.
- Interesting.
Skating is so romantic.
Couples skating is just my favourite Olympic sport.
Don't you love it?
Anyway, moving on. Um, favourite piece of jewelry?
- Uh, I actually always wanted a tennis bracelet.
Are we playing 20 questions or charades?
- Oh! I'm sorry. I talk a lot when I get nervous.
- Apparently.
- Enough about Leyla.
Tell us all about the Royal Wedding.
- Um...
- Okay!
Who wants to play charades?
- I would! Very much.
- Snow man! Uh...
Christmas tree! Reindeer!
- Reindeer?
Egg nog!
- Your turn.
- Thank you.
- Hey.
- Sorry.
- Kidding me?
- Egg nog. I got it. I got it. Yeah.
- Two words. First word.
Cold.
Snow.
Second word.
Ring. Halo.
Angel. Snow angel!
[laughing]
Yes. All right!
- That was five wins in a row.
You guys are unstoppable!
- Wow, Will. I didn't realize
your friend was a professional mime!
- That was fun!
[chuckling] - Yeah, that really was.
- Was it? Because I just lost five games in a row
and I think it's time for Pictionary.
Are you a professional artist, too?
- Uh, I think it's time I call it a night.
- No! Um... [clears throat]
Don't go. I would really
love to hear more about the royal wedding.
- Mm. [clears throat]
- And, um... I'm so impressed that you were actually there.
- Well, I was there.
- Uh-huh.
- In England. - Wow.
- While it was happening. - Oh, my gosh.
- So, I was there, and it is definitely time for me to go.
- Oh.
- It was really lovely to meet you all.
Leyla, thank you for having me.
- Pleasure.
- I'll walk you out.
So, did you get everything you needed?
- Yes. I'm going to make this week
leading up to your big engagement the most romantic
week ever!
Make sure Leyla's available tomorrow night.
I'll send you details in the morning.
- Great.
And Chance?
- Yes, William?
- Thank you.
- Of course.
[chuckling]
No problem.
[gentle score]
- And make sure you check us out on social media.
Okay. Bye!
- I knew dating a hockey coach would come in handy one day!
- Found it. Okay. How many lights do you want?
- All of them. And let's get a big Christmas tree
for the centre of the rink.
- That is good.
- And what's that song that kids play at prom?
- Uh, Boom, Boom, Let's Go Back to My Room.
- No! No, no, no, no! The other one -- the sappy one.
- Oh! Forever Love.
- Yes! Can you add that to my playlist, please?
- Oh! Classic.
- This is going to be perfect.
What could possibly be more romantic
than a midnight skate date?
- Okay.
Well, other than finding out that Ms. Leyla Brooks
was once a figure skating princess,
what else happened last night?
- It was fun.
- Fun?
You were in the home of William Richards.
His house was featured in Million Dollar Mansions.
Spill it.
How does the other half live? What's Leyla like?
Is No-Name going to be happy there?
- Did you just call our dog No-Name?
- Did you just call No-Name our dog?
- He's gonna love it there! It's beautiful.
Plus, Will is actually really nice. And fun.
- And Leyla?
- She's...
Pretty.
- And nice?
- Uh-huh. And clean!
- That's good.
Oh, she is not going to warm up to the idea
of having a dog, is she?
- Not with that furniture!
[No-Name whines]
[gentle Christmas score]
[cell phone rings]
- Hi, partner!
- Hey! How's it looking?
- Amazing.
- Oh. Fantastic! Leyla'll love it.
- I picked up the skates, got them sharpened,
cute outfit waiting for her in the dressing room
and, to set the perfect mood,
a mix between Christmas music and classic rock love ballads!
- Fantastic!
I got one last meeting and then I'm going to head right over.
If you could please have Ryan send a car for Leyla
in half an hour, that'd be great.
- Will do.
- Great. I'll see you then.
- I'll be here,hiding in the DJ booth 'cause this epic mix
won't mix itself.
- Okay, Becky - hit it!
[uplifting score]
- Wow.
- It's perfect.
- I wonder if this is what it feels like
to be in the Ice Capades? Careful!
- I think this tree just needs one last finishing touch.
- Ryan, you know Leyla pretty well, right?
- I do?
- I mean, you see her every day.
- I do.
- So, what do you think?
Is she going to love it?
- Well, if I knew what made Ms. Brooks happy,
then you'd be out of a job
and I'd still be in charge of this overwhelming task.
- It's not that hard to be romantic.
- No. I suppose not.
But, generally speaking,
it is with women like Ms. Brooks, however.
- Why?
She seems...
Nice.
- Yeah! She is nice.
And smart and very driven.
It's just...
I don't think she's ready to give up her part-time life
in Paris and weekends in New York
to settle down with anyone just yet.
- You don't think she'll say yes?
- No, no, no. I-I-I didn't say that!
- But you implied it.
- What? No! Hey, I think you're reading too deep into it.
- Is that why you walked away from this responsibility?
- No! I love my job. I love working for Mr. Richards.
It's just...
I don't want to be the one to blame
if this whole thing falls apart.
- And that's where I come in?
To pick up the pieces?
- Or sweep them under the rug.
- Will is...
Handsome and fun and nice.
Of course, she'll say yes.
- I hope you're right.
- Okay, everyone: selfie for the blog!
I think we can officially add special event planning
to our list of services.
- Really?
- Uh-huh. Come on!
[light score]
- Say freeze!
- Freeze!
- Perfect!
- Yay!
- Becky. Do you read me? Any sign of Ryan and Leyla yet?
What's their ETA?
- Nothing yet. Let me text Ryan again.
- Will's going to be here any minute. Where are they?
- Oh, no.
- Oh, no, what?
- Um...
- Becky, I know that tone.
- Leyla's not coming.
- What?
- She has an early morning photo shoot and needs
her "beauty sleep".
- She did not say that.
Okay, go tell Ryan
to knock on that door and find a way to get Leyla here.
- Yep, yep. Okay, I'm on it.
Oh, no!
- What now?
- Will is here.
Chance, you need to stall him.
- How? - Be creative.
Look, you stall Will and I'll
keep working on Ryan, working on Leyla.
- Deal! But work fast.
This night has taken a lot of impeccable planning
and it really needs to go well.
And these trees were really heavy to bring inside.
And do you know how many favours I had to pull to get this rink?
- Chance, you need to stop stalling here
and start stalling him! Now!
- Right!
- Hey!
- Hi.
- What do you think?
- It's beautiful.
- I'm really glad you like it.
- Yeah, I do. Very much.
- Um, so Ryan and Leyla are on the way.
They're just running a bit behind.
- Ryan can't get Leyla out of the house!
This is a disaster!!
I don't know what else to do.
- That was a wrong number.
- Chance? Hello, Chance!
Do you read, Chance?
- It's a walkie-talkie. - The Eagle has landed.
- It sure is.
- Uh, it's okay. I already know.
- You do?
- Yeah. She's busy. Big photo shoot in the morning.
Priorities.
- Yeah! Totally.
She needs her beauty sleep! Who doesn't? Am I right?
[chuckling]
- I'm just sorry that you had to go through all this trouble.
- Oh, not at all.
I really thought this was going to be an incredible night.
Grand gesture and all.
- Well, we still have a few more days before the big proposal,
so any other tricks up your sleeve?
- A few.
- Great.
- It's beautiful.
A single white rose signifies spiritual love.
- Soul mates. True love.
- A man who knows his symbolism. You are a romantic.
[chuckling]
With terrible luck.
Told you I was bad at romance.
- The best moments in life happen... "By Chance."
- Ha-ha.
- I better start taking this stuff down.
- And, uh, ruin a perfectly good mix of Christmas music
and classic rock ballads?
- You got a better idea?
- Well, I did buy you a pretty killer pair of heels
the other day, so I happen to know you that you have
the exact same shoe size as Leyla.
- I do?
- Why not put brand new skates to use? What do you say?
[groans]
- I'm really out of practice.
- Come on.
[uplifting score]
- You know, I did put a lot of effort into those songs.
Why not?
♪ There's something about this cozy hearth at night ♪
♪ The sparkling ♪
♪ The fire and light ♪
♪ There's something in the coldness amidst the storm ♪
♪ Makes my soul feel ♪
♪ Safe and warm ♪
♪ That love calls me home ♪
♪ The trouble is that they fade away ♪
- Who knew that vegan,
gluten-free Christmas cookies could taste so good?
- Right? I've learned a lot these past few days.
- Yeah? Like what?
- Like, people can survive without gluten.
And that I can balance on both heels and skates
with only minimal damage.
[sniffing]
- You don't get out much, do you?
- I'm a creature of habit.
I surround myself with old things.
I'm always at my store where everything is safe
and familiar.
- Not much of a risk taker?
- Calculated risks.
- I mean, don't you want to explore new things?
- Hey, I'm exploring new things!
Gluten-free snacks, figure skating.
Oh, and I think I may have just adopted a dog.
[laughing] - Touché.
- I don't know.
I guess I've always felt like I didn't really fit in
in this time period.
Everyone wants shiny new things:
new experiences, new artists, new fashions.
I just think there's something so magical about the classics.
The past holds so many memories;
moments locked in time.
- Is that why you opened the store?
- I opened the store because my father was a collector
of vintage furniture and art and books.
And when he passed away,
those things were all that was left of him.
- I'm sorry.
- I was so young
and I still needed my dad,
so I surrounded myself with memories of him and...
I guess I just became a part of them.
But what about you?
What's your story, Mr. Most Eligible Bachelor of the Year
three times in a row!
- I hate that title.
- Really? - Yeah.
- 'Cause I think most men would love that.
- No, it's just... It's not who I am at all.
I have this image to uphold, so everything that I do
is to either build my company, or my brand.
- Why do you feel like you need to be something other than
who you are to build a brand?
Don't you think people like the real you?
- I don't know. I...
guess I'm not willing to risk finding out. Hm.
- I bet you'd be pleasantly surprised.
Under all the bells and whistles,
who is William Richards?
- No one's ever asked me that before.
- Hm.
- You know, the truth is I...
don't really know who I am beyond my brand.
- Of course, you do.
What part about your image is real?
- Well, the part that I--
I love my job. I love to travel.
Care about my company, my employees.
- Okay.
And what part about your image is false?
- Well, I'm definitely not an eligible bachelor.
And I do want to settle down, have a family.
A dog. [laughing]
And just spend less time at the office and
more time enjoying life.
- And why would that be so bad to admit?
- Guess those aspects just aren't in line with my brand.
See, when people follow me, or buy one of our products,
you know, they're buying an idea.
A belief that if they buy these products, or these things,
they're somehow buying into a lifestyle that I represent.
- Does Leyla know the real you or just your brand?
[sigh]
- Um...
She knows what I want.
- Yeah. Of course. Sorry! That's none of my business.
- I didn't mean to pry. - It's okay.
- We should probably pack up and get going.
[sighing]
- That thing is going to take us a really long time.
- Good thing we're hopped up on sugar! Bring the cookies!
[uplifting score]
- Don't look at me like that. I know. I blew it!
I totally pried and asked too many questions and...
I don' know how many more chances I'm going to get.
I know!
You and I are both in trouble if I don't get this right.
[doorbell jingles]
- Morning, young lady!
- Hi, Mr. D.!
- Oh! Cute dog. What's his name?
- Oh, we're calling him No-Name.
- Okay. Original. I like it.
[laughing]
- There you go.
Thanks so much for this.
Yes! The kids are going to love these stories!
- You know, I'm bringing my granddaughter to your
Operation Christmas charity toy drive again this year.
- Ah! That's great! I look forward to seeing her.
- But she just loves that your Santa reads them a story.
I think it's wonderful what your teaching our kids.
I mean, encouraging children to donate some of their toys
to other kids in need? Teaches them important values.
- Thank you, Mr. Davis.
- Oh! Who's going to be your Santa this year?
- Mr. Hughes, of course! Best Santa in town.
- You mean the best Santa "out of town".
- What?
- Didn't he tell you?
Mr. Hughes is spending the holidays with Mrs. Hughes
in Florida this year. They left last week.
- Oh, no! I totally forgot he was leaving.
- Sorry, kid. Ah, you'll find someone to replace him.
You still have a few days.
- I've been so caught up in "Operation Romance"
that I forgot about "Operation Christmas".
- Ah, romance will do that to a person.
So, uh, who's the special guy?
- Special guy? - Mm.
[laughing] - Oh! Oh, no. He's not special.
I mean, he is special, he's just, he's not
my special, you know?
- Martha's right: dating is so complicated these days.
- Mr. D., how did you know that Martha was going to say yes
when you proposed to her?
- I just knew. Because she had seen all of me.
The good and the bad, and she still stuck around.
- Were you nervous?
- Nothing to be nervous about when it's the right one.
- So, how did you sweep her off her feet?
What was your big grand gesture for your proposal?
[laughing] - Well...
[romantic score]
We'd just finished doing the dishes
at her grandmother's farmhouse.
She was so beautiful.
The sun was setting through the window
and the way the light hit her face was just...
Perfect.
I looked her in the eye, I got down on one knee
and asked her to be my wife right then and there.
Didn't even have a ring, so I picked a thread
off the drapes and tied it around her finger.
[chuckles]
- Wow.
- Yeah.
I guess it wasn't grand, or some big romantic proposal,
but it was still one of the best memories of my life.
I'm one lucky guy.
- And she's one lucky lady.
- Nah! I married up.
[laughing]
- Well, better get going. Busiest time of the season.
Oh, good luck finding a new Santa.
- Thanks, Mr. D.
- Bye, uh... Dog.
- Yeah.
[laughing]
[doorbell jingles]
[door closing]
[sighing]
- Oh! No...
Shoot.
- What about Jerry?
What? He's the only actor I know!
- Again: being an extra in a music video
does not make you an actor.
Besides, I don't think I can take another lecture from him
on how kids these days just can't appreciate good music.
- Well, the jury's still out on that one, huh?
- What about Mr. Jackson? Hey? He looks the part.
- Jail.
- Really?
It's always the quiet ones.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hello? - Hey!
- Will! Hi! How are you?
- I'm good. How are you?
[sighs] - Been better.
- Why? What's wrong?
- I got so caught up
in all of this proposal business
that I completely forgot
to book my Santa for the toy drive
on Saturday and now I'm kind of stuck.
- Oh, well, you need a Santa?
- Desperately!
- Well, I can help.
I know him personally;
had him on speed dial since I was eight.
- Really?
- No. Speed dial wasn't around back then.
[laughing] - But you can
help me find a replacement?
- Yeah, of course.
Just text me time and place.
I'll make sure he shows up.
How many reindeer you need?
- Reindeer are an option?
- Always. [laughing]
Well, I don't think I have enough room
for Rudolph, but, uh, I'll take one Santa,
please!
- You got it!
- Thank you so much!!
This is so important to the kids.
You have no idea how much this means to me.
- Well, it's no problem at all.
Just happy I could help.
- So, what's up?
- Uh, well, I was just, uh,
calling about that book.
Uh, did you have any luck yet?
- Not yet.
But I haven't met a first edition
that I haven't been able to track down.
I'm following some leads and I promise
I will get you your first edition of
A Christmas Carol by Christmas Eve.
- That's fantastic. Thank you so much.
- Hey, did you get my email?
What do you think about one last attempt
at a night of romance
before your big proposal next week?
- Well, I think, uh, third time's a charm.
- Great! Then I'll see you later tonight?
- Sounds good. I'll see you then.
- What's the plan for tonight?
- Something a little more classic.
- Oooh!
[gentle score]
Is that him?
- Hi! - Hey!
- Hey there, little buddy!
Hey! Did you miss me? I missed you.
Got a treat for you.
- Perfect!
You're on time. Ryan and Leyla are en route,
and you look amazing.
- I look amazing?
- Did I say that? I meant this whole thing is amazing!
Everything's amazing.
- Oh! Right. Of course.
- Uh, hi! I'm Becky. I've been helping with the...
The pet sitting. And romance!
- Oh, hi. Nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you.
- Well, Chance does like to brag about how awesome I am.
- Ah, wasn't Chance.
I think you might have another fan.
Oh, you mean...?
[chuckles] - Ah.
- Okay! Let's focus. - Okay.
- After you order wine, a musician will come over
and serenade you and then you'll give her this gift.
It'll be perfect!
- Great!
Sounds a little more classic than your last two attempts.
I like it.
- Well, a wise man reminded me that it's not about
the grand gestures, but about the moments,
the time together.
You and Leyla will have a beautiful, quiet,
romantic evening enjoying each other's company.
The chef knows all of her favourite foods and there
will not be an ounce of gluten on that menu.
- Sounds good. What's in the box?
- Oh, hey, guys! Guys, hide!
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
[mysterious score]
- Becky, what are you doing?
- I just want to see what Leyla looks like in person.
- Are you checking out Leyla or Ryan?
- Mmm. Little of column A, little of column B.
[laughing] - Thought so.
- So, you and William seem to be getting close.
- He's okay.
- Oh, ho-ho. I know that face.
- What face?
- The "I'm falling for Mr. He's Okay" face.
- I do not have that face.
- Yes, you do. It looks like this. Mm.
"He's okay. He's okay"
- Well, he did look pretty cute tonight.
- I believe the word you used was "amazing."
- I am not falling for that handsome, kind,
sweet man that loves dogs.
- No, of course you're not.
- He's just the first guy in a long time
I've enjoyed talking to.
- Yeah. Totally believe you.
Oh.
Okay, it's Ryan. He's off for the rest of the night.
He's going to take me to the History of Video Games exhibit.
- Mmm. And he claims he's not good at romance.
- No, this isn't ro-- It's not romantic.
He-- He and I? We're just, like, we're friends who... What?
- Oh! That face?
- Okay. I will see you tomorrow.
Bye. Mwah.
- Have fun!
[violin music]
I told you we'd nail this one.
The classics always work.
Come on. Let's go.
[light applause]
- As I was saying before that musical interlude:
Maggie wants me in Prague by Thursday at the latest
because the photographer is only available on Friday.
- Thursday's Christmas Eve.
The photographer's only available on Christmas day?
- Well, he books up year-round.
He'd be doing her a huge favour by squeezing us in.
- On Christmas Day?
- Well, I would still be around Christmas Eve-ish.
I would just have to leave a little earlier than I hoped.
- Um... Yeah, but, Leyla,
we're supposed to spend Christmas with my sister.
- Bring her! It'll be great.
- She has a husband and three kids. Remember?
- Bring them, too.
- Leyla, it's-it's Christmas.
Don't you, uh, want to spend it at home
with me and our families?
- Of course I do.
I just can't pass up this opportunity.
You understand that career comes first at this point
in our lives, right?
- I do. But, um,
what if I want our careers to come a very close second
to our relationship now? And to family?
- Well, I would say that's very sweet.
Unrealistic at this time. But sweet.
[sighing]
Realistic at some point?
- Yeah. At some point.
- Haven't opened your present yet.
[chuckling]
- Is it a tennis bracelet?
- It's a...
A surprise!
- I love surprises!
[chuckling; gasping]
Will! A Tennis bracelet!
I love it! How did you know?
- I guess I just know that you like shiny new things.
[laughing]
It's beautiful. Thank you.
[gentle score]
- Well, No-Name,
I think you're going to have a new home soon.
I gotta tell you: we're going to miss you around these parts.
But don't worry! You're going to a beautiful home.
And Will and Leyla,
they're going to take such great care of you!
And you can come visit any time you want.
It's my turn.
Okay, enough feeling sorry for ourselves.
Time to bury these feelings deep down.
We have a big day tomorrow. Let's go home!
[gentle score]
[Christmas music]
- Hi, Mr. Davis!
- Hi, Chance. Becky.
- Hey! - Thanks for coming.
- Oh, wouldn't miss it. - Have a seat anywhere.
- Okay. Go on, guys.
- Where is he?
- Uh, he'll be here.
- It starts in a few minutes and Santa is nowhere to be found.
- At least you have a reindeer.
- That's not helpful.
But he is pretty adorable, isn't he?
- So adorable!
Have you tried texting Will?
- Five times. He promised me his Santa wouldn't be late.
[door opens; doorbell jingles]
- Ho-ho-ho.
- Isn't that...?
- Oh, my.
- Merry Christmas, everyone!
Comet! There you are, dear boy.
I wondered where you ran off to.
Dasher and Blitzen have been looking everywhere for you!
Ho-ho-ho!
- Comet?
- Oh, no.
He named the dog!
[sighing]
- Hey, Santa! Did you get my letter?
- You bet I did!
And I see you're being such a good boy and bringing
a special gift to give to someone else less fortunate.
- It's one of my favourites. Do you think they'll like it?
- I know they will.
It's boys and girls like you with big hearts
that make Christmas so very special.
Now, who would like to hear Santa read a Christmas story?
[cheering]
[cheerful score]
- Smile!
♪ You make my Christmas ♪
♪ You make my wishes come true ♪
♪ With your mistletoe kisses ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Baby, I don't need no ♪
- Well, that went well.
- Ho-ho-ho.
- All right, you guys, I'm going to go out
and grab us some coffees. Santa, how do you take it?
- Don't tell her. Her ratio of guessing your order
is much better than her stats on actually remembering
what you want.
- All right. Mystery coffee it is!
- All right. Comet, come on! Let's go for a walk.
Hey, yeah.
- Comet, huh?
- Yeah. You know, I'm Santa, he's obviously part reindeer so,
yeah, I think Comet suits him perfectly!
- I like it!
But I'm still a little confused as to why you're Santa?
I thought you were getting me the "real" Santa.
- Uh, turns out he's pretty busy this time of year.
- Mm, I see.
- And he got food poisoning and had to cancel again.
I couldn't let you down, so, you know,
called in a few favours, got this very flattering
Santa outfit and voila!
- Well, I must say, it is quite flattering.
Have you lost weight?
- Umm...
Yeah. Just a little.
[laughing]
- Wow. That's really bloomed.
It must like it here.
It must like you.
- A lot of good energy in here.
- Yeah, I can sense that.
So, what's your all-time favourite thing in here?
- Old books!
- Of course.
I'm assuming you're not the type of person
to trade in their entire home library
for a tablet?
- Never!
I don't know. There's just...
something about holding an old book that's been read
by various people over a number of decades.
Sometimes I think about all the different lives
and families and times.
We're all so different, but in that one moment in time
we're all experiencing the exact same journey.
The best is when you find old books with inscriptions
in them. Notes from loved ones.
From husbands to wives, friends, parents to their children...
All because they want that person to enjoy those pages
and that journey just as much as they did
when they read it.
[sighing]
It's magical.
- Yeah, I guess it is.
- What about you? You a tablet guy or old books?
- Tablet. [chuckling]
- Really? - Yeah.
- Then why are you so focused on finding
"A Christmas Carol" for Leyla?
Just buy her a tablet and program all your
favourite books in it.
- Uh, guess because,
you know, the memory of reading that all together
as family over Christmas holidays as a kid
is kind of the last memory I have of all of us together.
- Will, I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- It's okay.
My mom, she got pretty sick the following year
and that tradition died with her.
So, when I start my own family,
I want that tradition to live on.
- Lifetimes apart...
but same journey.
- Yeah. Yeah, we have a lot in common.
Chance, I just,
I wanted to thank you so much for helping me.
Not with the engagement but with everything.
I've really learned a lot about myself the past week.
- You have? - Yeah.
- When we talk, it's like you actually see me.
Not, you know, the Will that people read in the papers
or on social media. But it's like you see who I am
on the inside.
I didn't even think I even knew who that was until I met you.
- Well, I'm glad.
Because the real you is pretty great.
[chuckling]
- It's such a strange feeling.
- What is?
- Spending time with someone who doesn't want
or need anything from the "William Richards" in my bio.
- You should let more people see the real you.
- Well, people see what they want to see.
But when you look at me, it's like you see right through me.
Past the image.
- Will, I--
- All right.
I went out on a limb with one cream, one milk--
Oh...
Am I interrupting something?
- Um, I should get going. - Black coffee?
- Well, she is good at guessing.
- I told you. - You have to go right away?
- Yeah, I gotta get going. You know, the sleigh
is double-parked and, you know, if I get another ticket,
Mrs. Claus is going to kill me.
Uh, the big red bag there
is full of brand-new toys for the kids.
- Wow, really? You didn't have to do that. Thank you so much.
- Hey, my pleasure.
C'mon, Comet, you ready to fly?
- Oh, yeah. Wait, you're taking Comet?
- Yeah, we've imposed enough.
- Oh, he's no imposition.
We've actually really gotten used to the little fur-ball.
- I think it's time to be true to my own feelings, you know.
Be the real me.
I want Comet in my life and
I think if Leyla just spends a little bit of time with him,
she'll start to realize that there's more to life
than just her career too.
- I see. Hm.
- Uh, so I guess I'll see you on Christmas Eve
for the big proposal? Just keep in mind that
Leyla flies out that night so everything will have to be
ready before she goes to the airport.
- It'll be perfect.
- Great.
I completely forgot to find out her ring size?
- Oh, six-point-five.
- How do you know that?
- I snuck into her room while she was sleeping and measured.
- Sorry, what?
[laughing] - I'm kidding!
I called her best friend, Jolene, and asked about her
favourite nail salon, she goes there once a week.
What? They see hundreds of hands every week.
They're very accurate at guessing ring sizes.
- Yeah, but how did you know that I needed it?
- Oh, well, Ryan figured that you might need a little help
discreetly finding that out.
- Ha-ha-ha.
You and I make a good team!
- Yeah, we do.
- Bye.
[doorbell jingles]
- Come on. [barking]
[door closing]
- He just had to name the dog!
- I told you!
[sighing]
[melancholy score]
[doorbell jingles]
- Last delivery of the night.
- Mr. Davis! - Well...
- Thanks again for dropping by with Jonie today.
- Oh. - I hope you had fun.
- It was wonderful.
I knew you'd find a perfect replacement Santa.
- He was pretty great. - Yeah.
- And now, I can thank him with this!!
Oh, no!
- What is it, dear?
- This is the wrong book!
I ordered a first edition copy of "A Christmas Carol",
this is a biography of Carol Christmas!
- Oh, dear.
- What am I going to do?
Will needs this for Christmas Eve!
- I'm sorry, Chance. You know how crazy it gets
this time of year.
Look, I'm sure he'll understand.
It was an honest mistake.
You package it up and I'll have it returned.
And...
have a Merry Christmas, okay?
- You too. Thanks.
- Captain Bubbles, what am I going to do?
Well, you're no help.
What?
No, that's crazy!
Hi, Chris?
Hi, it's Chance from By Chance Gifts.
Yes, remember that big favour I helped you with last summer?
Well, I was hoping you could help me locate a first edition
of "A Christmas Carol" for Christmas Eve.
No, of course I understand.
Thank you. Merry Christmas.
[sighing] Well, that didn't work.
[two email notifications]
[two more email notifications]
- What is going on?
[exciting score] [multiple email notifications]
- Merry Christmas.
- Ooh, oh. I'll go this way.
- What's going on? I got like a million emails
from customers last night wanting to buy Christmas gifts.
- I know, isn't it amazing? Look at this place, it's packed.
- Hi. - How did this happen?
- I told you we could do it!
I posted a picture of yesterday's toy drive
on the blog and it went viral.
- My little toy drive went viral?
- Mm-hm. - How?
Why? What does that even mean?
- When people got a look at the most eligible bachelor
of the year dressed up as Santa Claus,
reading to a group of kids,
it didn't take long for your store to make it to the top
of everyone's wish list for Christmas.
- What do you mean everyone? How many people saw the blog?
- Oh, everyone!
- Oh, no!
- So, most manufacturers that try to use Italian silk,
and because, you know, the overhead on that is so much--
- Good morning, Will.
- Leyla!
Uh, how was your interview this morning?
- Oh. It was lovely.
Although the magazine wanted to know
all about my boyfriend who was dressed up as Santa
reading a book to children in a store owned by a girl
who looked an awful lot like Olivia.
- Oh-oh.
- Yeah, I'll be somewhere else.
- And the funny thing is,
well, it wasn't Olivia at all,
but a girl named Chance who is not from England,
by the way, and, I'm guessing, isn't your father's
best friend's daughter.
- I can explain.
- You lied to me. - I know but it's not--
- You brought a woman into your home,
lied to me about who she was and then you go around
playing Santa for her toy drive without telling me.
[scoffs]
Do you know how embarrassed I was when I realized
I was talking about a fictional girl
and the magazine had to correct me on who she was?
- I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?
This is my career, Will.
I can just imagine the rumours that are going to come
out of this fiasco.
What about our image?
- Let's go grab a coffee. I'll explain everything.
- I don't want to hear it.
And what is this mutt still doing here?
I thought I told you to bring him back.
[pensive score]
- She didn't mean it.
- How did you not tell Will that the photos we were taking
were for the blog?
- How was I supposed to know?
- Asking permission is social media etiquette 101.
- This is so complicated. I've ruined everything.
- No, it's not your fault, okay?
[stammering]
You didn't do anything wrong, okay?
I should have made sure that you asked Will.
I mean, of all people, Will should understand
the power of social media.
We had no control over this going viral.
I mean, you have, like, three subscribers
and two of them are me and the "all-knowing Gabby, my alias.
Thank you.
How could we have known this would happen?
- Wasn't this the goal? To get customers in here?
[doorbell chimes]
He's going to think that I used him to for publicity.
And he's right.
Can you handle this for a moment? I need to get some air.
- Oh. Uh...
Hi. Yes, I can help you.
[doorbell jingles]
- Excuse me. Thank you.
[pensive score]
Will!
- I see business has picked up.
Glad I could help.
- Will, I'm so sorry.
- I just came to pay you for the work you did on the proposal
and to pick up the book.
I won't be needing your help anymore.
- Let me explain. I had no idea that Becky was going to post
those photos on the blog.
She does all this pre-programming
and I didn't realize.
- I just thought you were different.
I never thought you'd use me to get what you want.
Now I'm seeing you're just like everyone else.
- That's not fair. I didn't mean to do this.
Let me make it up to you.
Let me make tomorrow night the best Christmas Eve
proposal ever.
- I don't think so.
Leyla's not even talking to me right now, Chance.
Please, just get me the book
and go back to your customers.
- There was a mistake and the book didn't come in.
It was a different book, but I promise I'm doing
everything that I can to get you another copy--
- You know what? It was a stupid idea.
Leyla likes shiny new things,
not a stupid old book.
[sad score]
[doorbell jingles]
- What time is it?
- Uh, 10:20.
- Perfect. - Why?
Hey, uh, Chance, a little help over here.
Hi.
What are you doing?
- Fixing what we broke.
I need you to hold down the fort here for a few hours.
- Uh, but it's, like, really busy here.
- I know. Thank you!
- I, uh...
Thanks.
- Can I help you, Miss?
- No. Yes. Maybe?
I'm looking for Leyla Brooks. I'm the one who called
regarding "the ring finger".
- Oh! Yes. The ring finger. How is that going?
- There's been a minor glitch. Is she here?
- Yes, she's actually my next client.
- Oh, there she is.
Just going to borrow this.
[chair scraping across floor]
Leyla! I'm really glad I found you.
- What are you doing here, Olivia?
Or is it Chance? Or is that a fake name too?
- I'm just going to give you guys some privacy.
- It's Chance.
And I came here to explain everything.
It's not what you think.
- Really?
Because what I think is my boyfriend's been lying to me
about who you are
and the two of you have been sneaking around behind my back.
- Okay, it's partly what you think.
- What do you want and how did you even find me here?
- Long story.
- You have 30 seconds.
- 30 seconds? Okay, then, long story short.
Will found my business card and contacted me to help him
create the most romantic week for you leading up to Christmas.
- What? Why?
- Because he wanted...
To make this Christmas really special for you.
He knows how hard you've been working and he wanted to
do something special to show you how proud he is of you.
- Oh. But why were you at my party
pretending to be someone else?
- Well, my first attempt with the dog
didn't go exactly as planned
so he wanted me to get to know you
so I could plan something really special.
- The dog was your idea.
Okay, time's up.
- Leyla, come on.
Will loves you and wants to make you the happiest woman
in the world.
He wasn't trying to lie to you.
He was trying to do something special.
It just...
It didn't work out.
- And why was he at your store dressed up as Santa Claus?
- Because my regular Santa was out of town
and I asked him for help.
He tried to book someone but they got food poisoning
the night before and he didn't want to let me down.
Leyla,
Will is an amazing guy and he loves you so much.
Please, just meet him at this address tomorrow night
at 6 PM before your flight.
- Did he really hire you to make this Christmas special for me?
- Yes.
You got the tennis bracelet you always wanted, didn't you?
- Okay,
you're forgiven for the dog.
I really do love the bracelet.
- Meet him tomorrow night. Please.
Oh, and give him this.
- What is it?
- It's something that he'll love.
It's something that will mean a lot coming from you.
Trust me.
- Okay.
I'll be there.
- Thank you.
And Merry Christmas.
- An old book.
What kind of Christmas present is that?
[joyous score]
- RADIO DJ: Merry Christmas Eve, listeners!
I hope you're all having a fabulous day
and spending it with family and friends.
Here's one of my favourite songs to kick off...
- Okay, that looks great.
Thank you. Um...
- Where to next?
- Why don't you start on that one?
- Okay.
♪ Spread some joy all around ♪
♪ Yes, all around the town. ♪
- Uh...
Mm...
We're going to need more lights.
- More lights. On it.
- Chance, you need to relax.
Okay, this place looks beautiful.
- I can't. It needs to be perfect.
- Hey, what's going on?
Leyla knows the truth now.
And the whole blog fiasco was an honest mishap.
A happy mishap for the store, by the way, but still
it wasn't meant to hurt anyone.
I'm sure, deep down, Will knows this too.
- I just...
I really like him, Becky. I feel like I let him down.
- If he's really as great a guy as you say he is,
I'm sure he'll realize it was just a miscommunication
and you'll still be friends after this.
- Yeah, friends...
- And that is the root of the problem.
You are in love with him.
- No, I'm not.
- Chance,
you're so upset over Will you haven't even realized
the store is back in business
which is the whole reason why you started working
with Will in the first place.
- Of course I'm happy about that.
I just...
Didn't want the price to be Will's happiness.
- It's not. They're going to be fine, okay?
You work so hard for everyone else.
Your intentions were good.
This... This will blow over.
You don't need to overdo it, okay?
Their relationship should be able to stand on its own.
And, you know, it's not a perfect proposal
that creates the perfect marriage.
If they're really meant to be,
it shouldn't matter how he proposes.
- I know.
And, just for the record, I am not overdoing it.
- Is this enough lights?
- Now we're talking!
[laughing]
Oh, my goodness. How did you get this?
[gentle score]
[Comet whining]
[sighing]
- Where did I go wrong, Comet?
Hm?
Yeah, I know. I over-reacted to the whole thing.
I just thought if I created this perfect week for Leyla,
that she'd see how great we are together
and she would want what I want, you know?
[Comet whining]
Yeah, I know.
You know what the funny thing is?
It's like the more I tried,
the more we seemed to fall apart.
And the more time I spent with Chance,
the more time I felt like myself.
[Comet whining]
[light score]
What?
It's like you're trying to tell me something.
Man, I wish I spoke dog.
- Mountain lion, mountain lion, can you hear me?
- Yep. Ten-four.
- Okay, let's go over the plan one more time!
- We've got this, Chance! - Becky?
- Okay, so, in exactly five minutes,
Ryan calls Will and tells him that Leyla wants to meet him
here to talk things through.
- Then I stand watch with a walkie and let you know
when they arrive. If Will gets here first,
I stall him.
- And we just hope that Leyla shows up!
- She said she'd be here.
Ryan, do you have Will's mother's wedding ring
sized and ready?
- I've been guarding it with my life for the past two weeks.
- Perfect! Have it on standby.
- You got it!
- And then, when they're both here,
I cue the snow and the romantic music.
- I think we're ready.
- Do you think this is going to work?
- I think that when two people are meant to be together,
love always finds a way.
- Mountain lion, are you ready?
[imitates lion roar]
- Lion out.
[Becky laughing]
[sighing]
- Well, better go pack.
It's a long trip ahead of us.
[scoffs]
Don't worry, they'll love you.
[cell phone buzzing several times]
- Come on, answer! Come on.
Come on, pick up, pick up. Come on, come on.
Come on, just ring-ring-ring, come on, come on, pick up.
Pick up, answer, come on.
- Hey, what's going on?
- He's not answering. He's not picking up, he's not answer--
- Sh-sh, okay. Okay, uh, I'll keep Chance busy,
you just keep trying, okay!
- Okay, all right, come on, okay, pick up, pick up, come on!
- Shh. Ryan.
- Yeah, yeah. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Okay, come on, Will, come on. Pick up, pick up, pick up.
- Come in.
Leyla?
- Hey.
Do you have a second?
- Yeah, yeah, come on in, please.
[Comet whimpering]
- Did you decide to come to Prague with me?
- Oh, no. Sorry, I--
was packing to go to my sister's for Christmas, remember?
- Right, yeah.
Of course.
- Hey,
I'm so glad
you're here right now because I just wanted to
apologize for this past week.
I tried to create this perfect romantic week for you and...
- I know.
I heard.
- Ryan fill you in?
- Something like that.
- I just thought if I created this perfect week for you
that maybe you'd want what I want.
- And what is that, Will?
Because I thought we wanted all of the same things,
but now I'm not so sure anymore.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, suddenly you want a dog
and you'd rather spend Christmas with your sister and her kids
than with me in Prague.
- Well, no, no. I want to spend Christmas with you.
Just not at a photo shoot surrounded by strangers.
- That's our lives.
- But what if I want more than that?
You know, settle down a little bit.
Maybe change priorities, work on our relationship
and spend less time on our careers.
- You love your career.
And I love mine.
- But what if there's more to life than that.
What if there's more to me than that.
- Will...
I love you.
But...
I'm just not ready to compromise my life right now.
- What are you saying?
- Maybe
we're just not good together anymore.
[gentle score]
Your Christmas present.
[exhaling]
- Leyla, this is...
This is the most thoughtful gift you could have given me.
See, see, this is why we're so good together.
I was trying to find you this exact book.
Where did you find this?
- I didn't.
And to tell you the truth, I have no idea why that book
is even important to you.
Will, Chance gave that to me.
Someone you've known for a week
knows you way better than I ever have.
The dog, the book, the toy drive, the settling down...
That's just not me.
And up until today, I had no idea it was even you.
You know, maybe
I fell in love with your image
and not the real you. And...
I'm so sorry for that.
But the career,
Christmas in Prague, jet-setting around the world,
that's the real me.
And I love it.
- Leyla...
- I'm sorry, Will.
Merry Christmas.
[emotional score]
[sighs]
- What time is it?
- Five minutes later than the last time you asked.
- What time was Leyla's flight?
- 35 minutes ago.
- Any chance she got the times messed up?
- Zero.
- And has Will ever taken this long to return a call before?
- I'm sorry, Chance. You worked so hard on this.
- I can't believe they didn't show up.
I ruined their big engagement.
- Look,
I'm no expert on love or romance
but do you remember why I passed on this
romantic assignment?
- Because you didn't want to be the one to blame
if it all fell apart.
- Exactly.
I had a feeling this wouldn't end well.
And you are not to blame.
Miss Brooks has never seen Will for who he truly is.
Yeah, she's a lovely woman but they were never meant to be.
- Are you sure you're not the expert on romance?
[uplifting score]
- Thank you, Ryan.
I still feel terrible.
- Come on, we'll help you take this down and
we can all go grab some pizza.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, there's a great spot just up the street.
- It's okay. You guys go ahead.
I need to be alone for a little while.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- It would have been romantic.
[Comet whimpers]
- I know, you don't need to say anything.
I know I messed up and I don't want to talk about it.
[sighing]
[Comet whines]
What's up?
What? This?
- For my beautiful daughter, Chance.
Love always and forever,
Dad.
This is Chance's copy.
She just gave me the book that her father gave to her.
Thanks, buddy.
[Comet barking]
[gentle score]
[powering down]
- Hello?
Excuse me?
I'm not done yet.
I rented this space for the whole evening
so could you please put the power back on?
[powering up]
What is going on?
Will?
[uplifting score]
You came?
Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry, this is a disaster.
Leyla was supposed to show up
and this was supposed to be your big romantic moment
and everything was supposed to work out and--
- Chance?
- Yes?
- I love that you talk a lot when you're nervous.
- You do?
I do talk a lot when I'm nervous but
I mean, no, I'm not nervous.
Leyla was supposed to be here before you
and now I'm not even sure if she's coming
so I'm not even sure-- - And Chance...
- Yeah?
- I love that you know everything about me
without even trying.
- Well, you're really easy to get to know.
- Well, that's the thing.
I'm not easy to get to know.
I've spent my whole life around people who think they know me,
but they only got to know who I pretended to be.
My image.
But when you look at me,
you see right past the facade and you see the real me.
- Well, I like the real you.
- And I love that you put others before yourself.
You gave me the book that your father gave you
as a child just because you thought it would help me
save my relationship.
- Did it?
Save your relationship?
- No.
It didn't.
Because Leyla's not the one that I'm supposed to share that
journey with.
This is for you.
- A single white rose.
Spiritual love.
- Soulmates.
I'm really sorry I didn't see it before now, Chance.
True love was right in front of me this entire time.
[emotional score]
♪ One Christmas ago When I was all by myself ♪
♪ Just like that old St. Nick ♪
♪ Without all of his elves Sipping the champagne ♪
- Aww.
Hi, Comet.
♪ I still can't believe You came along ♪
[laughing]
- I see you got a little help.
- Yeah, we all make a pretty good team.
♪ Now there's angel in my arms And one at the top of the tree ♪
- Yes, we do.
♪ We're watching the snow fall And old Nat King Cole ♪
♪ Is singing Silver Bells on the radio ♪
♪ Whoo, whoo ♪
♪ Kissing you below the mistletoe ♪
♪ Whoo, whoo ♪
♪ Now wrapped up in a bow And I'm singing it to you ♪
♪ It goes fa-fa-la-la ♪
♪ The best Christmas of all ♪
♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪
♪ The best Christmas of all ♪
♪ This is the dream I always wished it could be ♪
♪ Decorating the tree You and me, Christmas Eve ♪
♪ Yeah, Santa, my man ♪
♪ You really came through for me this time ♪
♪ Came through for me this time ♪
♪ We're watching the snow fall And old Nat King Cole ♪
♪ Is singing Silver Bells on the radio ♪
♪ Whoo, whoo ♪
♪ Kissing you below the mistletoe ♪
♪ Whoo, whoo ♪
♪ Now I'm wrapped up in a bow And I'm singing it to you ♪
♪ It goes fa-fa-la-la ♪
♪ The best Christmas of all ♪
♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪
♪ The best Christmas of all ♪
♪ Whoo, whoo ♪
♪ Kissing you below the mistletoe ♪
♪ Whoo, whoo ♪
♪ Now I'm wrapped up in a bow ♪
♪ And I'm singing to you, it goes fa-fa-la-la ♪
♪ The best Christmas of all ♪
♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪
♪ The best Christmas of all ♪
♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪
♪ The best Christmas of all ♪
♪ Fa-fa-la-la ♪
♪ The best Christmas of all ♪