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(thumping and laughing)
Gracie? Mia?
What are you kids doing up there?
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Gracie?
Mia?
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My turkey?!
(phone ringing)
Merry Christmas!
Thanks for calling the Holiday Hotline.
Holiday Hotline.
Let's talk Turkey!
You did what to your turkey?!
And bless you too.
Okay, it's a long story, but I can't get it out of the dryer!
(thump)
Oh, so you're saying I was supposed to remove the bag
before cooking it?
(* cheerful music *)
Well, you see it's, um,
it's...it's stuck on the end of my hockey stick.
Abby: The Holiday Hotline.
Every year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas,
these poultry professionals calm the nerves of over
100,000 turkey first-timers.
Sure, they could google it, but there's nothing like talking
to a real live person.
Okay, alright.
Just take a deep breath.
We're going to get through this together.
Abby: And speaking of real people, that's me, Abby Mitchel,
after a month in America.
Yes, ma'am.
My name is Peggy.
Let's talk turkey!
Abby: Well, "sort of" me.
You might be wondering how Abby could be
the same person as Peggy.
Well, it all started back in England,
with some delicious Yorkshire puddings.
My delicious Yorkshire puddings!
No, Jason.
That's where you're wrong.
They're MY Yorkshire puddings.
Unbelievable.
Abby, darling, what are you doing?
I read the article, Jason.
They gave the restaurant a wonderful review.
Maybe you've forgotten, but I created that Yorkshire pudding.
It put this place on the map.
And you didn't even bother to mention my name.
Abby, darling, that was an oversight, luv.
I don't think so.
You used me.
You took credit for the pudding
and every other dish I created here.
Abby.
When I first started here six, no, seven years ago,
you promised you'd make me a head chef.
And you still could be.
No.
It's not just the article, Jason, it's how you operate.
You're not trustworthy.
If you really loved me, you wouldn't take advantage of me.
Please, darling, please.
Stop.
Look, you're right.
I should have given you more credit, but it's complicated.
I mean the public wants to believe that...
(phone ringing)
(exhale)
(phone ringing)
But Abby, that, that's not what it looks like.
Really?
I thought you were done with that kind of thing.
I can explain.
I don't think so.
Betrayed me in work and you betrayed me in love.
I'm done.
I quit.
I quit you and everything that goes with it.
Abby: And just like that, seven years as a sous chef in one of
London's finest restaurants, most of which were in a rocky
relationship, were tossed in the rubbish,
like a tray of Yorkshire pudding.
Of course, I was devastated.
Fortunately for me, my Mum and Dad had just the remedy.
Almost there, keep your eyes closed.
Oh, no, no.
Okay, ready and, okay, okay, stay there, stand there.
Open your eyes.
Happy Christmas! Happy Christmas!
But, it's November.
We know how much you love Christmas,
so we decided to celebrate early.
We thought it might help cheer you up.
And since you won't be home for the holidays...
I won't?
Archie, you're gonna ruin the surprise! Not me.
Merry Christmas, sweetie.
What's this?
You're going to Chicago!
Aunt Dorene just moved to a retirement village in Florida.
And her Chicago place is just sitting empty until
it goes on the market in January.
We thought a change would do you good.
And get your mind off the restaurant business.
And off that ridiculously handsome chef. Diane.
What? He is handsome.
Well, even if he's a bit dodgy.
I guess you're right.
I could use some time away.
That's right! Regroup.
Get a fresh perspective.
Out with the old, in with the new.
The sun will come up tomorrow.
Seat of honour.
(sigh)
Don't worry, darling.
You will still be a head chef someday.
I highly doubt that.
Truly, the last thing I want to do right now is cook.
It only reminds me of him and all the time I wasted,
and heartache.
If I even make toast in the next year, it'll be too soon.
Don't be daft.
All you need is a fresh start.
Happy Christmas!
Alright, to a new adventure!
Anything without cooking!
(clink) Bon Appetit!
(* mellow music *)
That bad, huh?
You should have used the Slow Cooker.
Yeah, well, the thing's busted.
But the oven should've worked fine.
I mean its chicken.
How hard can it be?
(bang, bang, bang)
That hard, huh?
Okay, we're ordering in.
Uhhh.
Alright, pick a menu, any menu.
Italian!
Wise choice.
Hey, Gina, it's...yep.
Yeah.
Yeah, and a side of...yup.
With extra, yeah.
Okay, great.
Okay, what do you say we get started on your homework
while we wait, hmm?
How about we do it later?
It's hard to think on an empty stomach.
Nice try.
Holiday worksheet.
What's this?
Some dumb essay I have to write.
Not so dumb.
What's your favorite holiday?
Duh, Christmas, of course. Duh.
And what's your favorite tradition?
I don't know. It doesn't matter.
What do you mean, 'it doesn't matter'?
C'mon, spill.
Well, I like to write about Christmas dinner.
But we don't do that anymore.
Sure, we do. We go to Gramma's.
It's not the same as doing it at our house.
I remember how it used to feel here.
It was way better at home, Dad.
I know it was.
But your mom was a really great cook,
and she was great at planning, and great at decorating
the table, and well, pretty much everything.
You could do all that.
I can't even make a chicken leg, sweetie.
And I'm pretty sure you can't make a turkey in a Slow Cooker.
What do you say we hold off on this essay for now, huh?
It's okay, I can write about opening presents.
No, no, I'm gonna figure it out.
I am sure I can do a turkey.
I mean, I'm pretty sure.
Pretty sure? Yeah.
You okay to wait?
Okay.
(* uplifting music *)
(* melodic music *)
Oh, thank you so much.
(* melodic music *)
Hey, Jack, let's go.
We need to be in Wicker Park in twenty minutes.
(* melodic music *)
Jack?
You okay?
I've decided to have Christmas dinner at our house this year.
Okay.
First off, it's not even Thanksgiving yet,
and secondly and much more importantly,
you can't boil water.
Uh, well, I can learn.
We're gonna have a big Christmas dinner at the house
just like we used to before Nikki died.
Jessica deserves it.
We both do.
Okay, well, good luck with that.
Oh, do you want me to order Chinese now
or wait until Christmas?
You're fired.
You can't fire me, I'm your brother.
My name is on the wall.
Look, all I'm saying is that cooking a turkey dinner
is a big hill to climb for anybody.
Why don't you give yourself a break and take Jessica
to moms for Christmas dinner?
Because it's not her home, that's why.
(tap, tap)
(gasping)
Oh, excuse me, hello.
I'm sorry to bother you.
But where might I find the lift?
Oooh, a British accent!
Are you Abigail?
The chef?
I am.
But please call me Abby.
Well, Abby, if you're for an elevator...
Nothing but stairs here.
Oh, dear.
I'm Margaret.
Your great-aunt Dorene told me "The British Were Coming!"
You're in 16.
I'm just down from you in 17.
Anything you need, you just come on over.
But don't ring the doorbell.
It's like nails on a chalkboard for my hearing aid.
I won't. Let me help you with your bags.
Oh, no. I've lived here for fifty years, young lady.
And I may not look it but I am, as my grandkids say, "ripped".
But still, I can't... Too late!
Uh.
Hang on!
(gasping)
Right behind you!
I just hope this doesn't take too long, hon,
my shift starts at eleven tonight
and I still haven't slept.
Don't worry.
It'll be quick.
But once the restorations start, it's gonna be a mess in there.
Well, I guess that means I'll just have to spend
more time at your place.
See, there's a silver lining to everything.
And when Jack and I are done with this place,
it is going to be so beautiful you're not gonna want to leave.
Oh, well maybe I'll call off the engagement
just so I can stay here.
You know, I'm starting to wonder if you said 'yes'
just for my architectural skills.
Oh, but you know I did.
(mwah)
Kissing the client?
Very unprofessional.
How about you measure the suite?
And Erica will show me the boiler room.
Don't worry, I promise to be the ultimate professional.
(laughs)
Right.
(* melodic music *)
Dorene said something about you working for a posh
restaurant in London.
(gasping)
Oh, hi.
Yes, four years at the Royal Academy of Culinary Arts,
and seven in fine dining.
All sorts of complex dishes, I would imagine.
Cornish Hen, Jellied Eels, Beef Wellington?
The gamut, yes.
And now you're making me hungry!
I can break a twenty if needed.
Oh, uh, let me see what I have.
I'm just kidding, dear.
It's on the house.
And welcome to Chicago.
Right.
(pounding)
Do you need some help?
Um, no, I, I think I've got it sorted, thank you.
(clank)
Oh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What have you done?
Um, it's just a door handle.
It can be fixed.
No, it can't.
It's original to the building.
It's irreplaceable.
I'm sorry, I'm a little confused as to why you have
any concern about my door.
Do you own the building?
No, no, I'm the architect who's gonna be restoring
the apartments over the next few years.
I don't think you understand...
you just broke a piece of history.
I'll find a replacement.
And for the record, I understand the value of old things.
Where I'm from, this building is practically brand new.
Huh, if I had a nickel for every time someone
from Europe said that...
Hey, hey, hey there.
Hi, I'm Mike, and this is Erica, my finance.
Hi, I live just down the hall.
I'm Abby.
Nice to meet you.
I'll be your new neighbor for a while.
Oh great.
If I can get in.
Oh, don't worry, we'll help you get inside.
So, what happened?
Disaster happened.
Seriously?
Ah, this is my brother Jack.
Oh, we've met.
Don't worry, we'll find another one somewhere in the city.
It's just gonna take a little time.
What a measured, appropriate response.
Thank you. (clunk)
Oh!
Know any good locksmiths?
You didn't have to be so prickly with Erica's new neighbor.
I wasn't prickly.
Everything in that building is priceless.
She shouldn't have been yanking on the door handle.
C'mon, we know this has nothing to do with the door handle.
What's up?
I don't know.
I guess I'm just worried about Jessica
and making Christmas normal for her again.
I have to get our lives back on track.
I'm not sure I can pull it off the same way Nikki did.
Maybe you're being a little too hard on yourself.
Are you sure you can go through with this?
Well, I have to,
now that I realize how important it is for her.
You know, I've been thinking, too,
Thanksgiving is only two days away.
I can start by making a "trial turkey", and bring it over
to mom and dads for Thanksgiving, huh.
Oh, boy. That sounds like a recipe for disaster.
Pun definitely intended.
C'mon, have a little faith in your brother.
It's a turkey, how hard could it be, huh?
And this coming from the brother
who couldn't even toast a pop tart.
I'm telling you, Mikey, I am gonna step up to the plate
and make Christmas dinner, at home, for Jessica.
I've got to swing for the fences this year, man. Okay, okay.
Move over Gordon Ramsey, there's a new cook in town.
(laughs)
(* melodic music *)
Abby! Oh, Margaret!
Good morning.
I'm so glad I ran into you.
I'm in a bit of a pickle. A pickle?
Yeah, you see I'm new at this.
I got a thirteen-pound turkey, and Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Oh.
I'm so glad you're here.
So, what should I cook it at?
In a regular oven, 162 Celsius.
I mean 325 Fahrenheit for three and a half hours.
Basting? Basting is fine, for an elementary approach,
but you risk losing conduction heat with each oven intrusion,
never mind that a herb-butter browns just the same.
To brine or not to brine? Easy question.
It's a "no briner".
Sorry, bad joke.
Definitely brine. You're so helpful.
And good.
Even better than I expected.
(* melodic music *)
What's that?
That is the turkey I'm making for Thanksgiving.
You're making a turkey?
What about gramma?
She's getting the day off.
(thump)
It's as hard as a rock, Dad.
Doesn't it need time to thaw?
Right, yeah.
I'm sure you're right, and I'm gonna get to that,
right after breakfast.
Uh, cottage cheese and fruit.
Save some for me.
You're new in town, so you're probably looking for a job?
Oh, not really.
Well, you're in luck because who doesn't need a little
extra cash around the holidays?
That's lovely, Margaret, but I'm not sure.
It's the perfect job!
Seasonal, part-time, and you need to know someone
to get your foot in the door.
But I'm not looking for...
It's the Holiday Hotline.
Let's talk Turkey!
I don't suppose you have that in England.
Here, it's where folks from all over the country call for help
with their holiday turkeys.
And people talk them through it?
Oh, not just "people".
Experts like you and me.
But I thought you were cooking your first turkey.
Sorry, but that was a test.
I had to make sure you were up to it.
Okay, I don't quite understand.
I promised my family I'd show up for Thanksgiving this year
and the grandkids are counting on it.
So, please, keep it on the hush-hush.
Hush-hush?
Some of the other ladies in the building have been begging for
a spot on the hotline for years, bribing me with baked goods.
Don't want the gravy train to stop.
Got me? But, Margaret...
That's right.
I need a sub starting today.
I need you!
(* melodic music *)
Holiday Hotline, let's talk turkey.
Yeah, Margaret told me you were very enthusiastic
about taking the job.
Well, actually I only agreed because she seemed
so terribly desperate.
(laughs)
That's rich.
Oh, Margaret said you were a ringer.
And for a Brit, it seems like you really know your way
around a Thanksgiving turkey.
Thanks, Roger.
My mother's American, actually.
So, Thanksgiving's always been a special time for us.
And we are thankful for that!
Here you go.
Okay, it's showtime!
You're live in five, four, three...
Isn't that a TV thing?
Could you just let me have my fun?
(laughs)
Okay.
Holiday Hotline, let's talk turkey.
I don't know.
My mother-in-law told me to keep the plastic wrapping
on the turkey, to seal in the juices.
Does your mother-in-law, by chance,
have her knickers in a knot because you're hosting
Thanksgiving this year instead of her?
Her what in a what-now?
Oh, sorry.
Do you think that could be why she's giving you bad advice?
Maybe.
I hadn't thought of that.
Thank you.
(* whimsical music *)
(ding-ding)
How long does a twenty-pound turkey take to thaw?
(ding-ding)
What?!
Holiday Hotline, let's talk turkey.
Can I defrost my turkey on the roof rack of my car?
I'm driving from Kenosha to Kalamazoo.
Hello, are you still there?
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Can the electric blanket be on 'high' all night long?
Pardon?
I'm not sure if my turkey's going to be ready in time.
What state is your turkey in?
Florida.
(water splashing)
(* melodic music *)
(* lighthearted music *)
Oh no!
(grunting)
(thump)
Is this a bad time?
Hmm.
Ahhh.
Yes, I am from England.
Defrost in the refrigerator.
No, we don't do Thanksgiving there, but I can-
(dial tone)
Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.
(phone ringing)
Turkey trouble?
They don't think the British know how to cook turkey.
Maybe I should just use an American accent.
Would make this a lot easier.
You can do that?
Of course!
My mom's American.
Watch this.
Thanks for calling the Holiday Hotline.
My name is...
(dial tone)
What should my American name be?
What's wrong with Abby?
I'm getting into character.
Oh, okay.
Well, you're filling for Margaret,
so Madge, Maggy, Peggy.
Peggy, perfect!
(* whimsical music *)
...Peggy.
Let's talk turkey.
Hi, um, this is John.
(ding-ding)
John?
What?
That is my given name.
I'm talking to a stranger.
Do you let strangers call you Mikey?
I never understood how anybody gets Jack from John
in the first place.
(ding-ding)
How can I help you today, John?
Well, how much time do you have?
Well, as long as it takes.
So, why don't we start at the beginning?
I assume you're having turkey troubles.
Well, the trouble started long before the turkey,
but that's a good place to start.
What's the problem?
Well, I have a twenty-pound turkey and it's frozen solid.
Okay, sounds like you're feeding an army.
When do you need it?
Technically for Thanksgiving, tomorrow night.
But I thought I'd start early.
And I don't want to "fowl" this one up.
(laughs)
Um, sorry, that joke didn't deserve the reaction it got.
Apologies.
Um, that was a dad joke.
My daughter would be mortified.
I'll allow it.
I bet your daughter is proud of her father
for taking on the turkey duties.
Yeah, well, that's the thing, actually I'm struggling here
because I, I just...I want to show her I can do this,
you know.
This is a test to see if we can host Christmas dinner here,
like before.
Does mom usually do the cooking?
She used to.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, that's okay.
She, um, she's not with us anymore.
I'm so sorry.
(* heartfelt music *)
John?
John, are you still there?
Yeah, um, I think I need to go actually.
Sorry to waste your time.
But I-
(dial tone)
(* heartfelt music *)
You alright?
Hmm?
Oh, yes, fine.
Thank you.
Maybe that's enough for your first go-round.
Tomorrow's the big day.
You need your rest for the Thanksgiving rush.
Thanks Roger.
(phones ringing)
(call center chatter)
(* heartfelt music *)
(bell chiming)
(* piano music *)
You don't have to do that, you know.
Oh, hi.
What are you doing here?
Well, I am the one who broke the handle.
I thought maybe I could find a new one.
What are you doing here?
Well, as my brother pointed out,
I was the one who was being prickly the other day.
I thought maybe replacing your handle would be
a way to apologize.
It's okay.
You're passionate about your work.
I get it.
That's crackling - antique kitchen bits.
Ou, Chicago is pricey.
I'll have to take out a loan just to buy
a pack of crisps here.
That's chips, right?
No.
Chips are fried potatoes. You mean French fries.
No. The French stole the idea from the British.
Uh, yeah, well of course they did, hmm.
This thing's probably got a hundred years of
memories baked onto it.
Oh, I hope not. That's disgusting.
It's called seasoning.
That's what makes cast iron skillets so wonderful
to cook with.
Oh.
Do, do you cook?
I choose not to.
Same.
Yeah, well, actually people ask me not to
because I'm beyond terrible at it.
Speaking of which, um, I better run
because I have to pick up dinner.
Oh, me, too.
I'll let you know if I find that door handle.
I promise not to break it if you do!
(laughs)
Yeah.
Okay, sweetie, there you go.
Dad, why is there a turkey in the bathtub?
Oh, um...because he was cold.
(laughs)
Hey, um, can I ask you a question?
That's already a question.
Right.
You know that holiday essay.
I saw that you started writing about 'Opening Presents'.
I thought you were gonna wait to see if I could
step up with the turkey.
It's okay, Dad.
A turkey's a lot harder than fruit and cottage cheese.
I thought I'd go easy on you.
Hmm, okay.
Good night, princess.
(mwah)
I love you.
Good night, Dad. Love you more.
No way, kiddo. I love you more.
(* heartwarming music *)
(* whimsical music *)
Well, I hope you had a lovely evening at the spa last night.
Round two.
(phone ringing)
Holiday Hotline.
Let's talk turkey.
Happy Thanksgiving!
And thank you for coming in early.
Today is basically our Super Bowl.
I'm ready, willing and almost awake.
Well, this afternoon, we will be having our own Thanksgiving,
even while we make others better.
We're basically one big family here.
It's lovely.
I bet everyone misses Margaret though.
Oh, well, I hear she's having a ball with her grandkids.
Check this out.
Oh, she hasn't gotten the hang of a selfie yet.
(phone ringing)
Oh!
Oh, buckle up, it's go time!
Holiday Hotline.
Let's talk turkey.
Is this Peggy?
I was hoping to talk to Peggy.
Yes, this is Peggy.
Hi, um, this is John from, from yesterday.
John.
Yeah, I wanted to apologize.
I was, I was going through a thing, but I'm good now.
Hey, don't you worry.
I'm really glad you called back.
Yeah, this turkey deal, it's proving to be more challenging
than I thought.
You know, more often than not, the biggest obstacle
when cooking a turkey is the emotional part.
The emotional part?
Well, it can be intimidating.
There are high expectations around the holiday turkey.
And that makes sense.
I've been avoiding it all morning.
And it is scary, but as I mentioned,
it brings up a lot.
I, I know it's not really my place, but if you need to talk,
I'm happy to listen.
It might help.
Thank you, um, that's, that's very kind.
The truth is I, I probably don't talk about it enough.
But it's, um, the loss is there all the time.
How long ago, if you don't mind me asking?
Three years.
I see.
Yeah, I'm working my way through it, but it's my daughter.
I just recently realize that having Christmas dinner at home
is the thing that she misses the most.
Food is a powerful connector to memories.
Indeed, it is.
I guess I, I just, I worry that no matter how I do with this,
it'll never be what it was.
Healing takes time.
I'm...I'm just learning that myself.
It's hard to let go of what we thought our life
was going to be.
Yeah.
Hey, you're right.
It's the hardest thing there is.
Don't give up, John.
Thanksgiving is a perfect practice run.
You can get all the kinks out,
and be ready for the main event on Christmas.
And don't worry, the hotline will be open all the way
through Christmas Eve Day.
And you'll be there?
Absolutely.
I can help you every step of the way.
So, let's not "fowl" it up.
(laughing)
Good one.
Um, thank you for listening, means a lot.
Well, then, let's keep going.
I'll talk you through the prep process.
I'm all ears.
Of course, it's my pleasure.
Happy Thanksgiving, John.
(* lighthearted music *)
(* melodic music *)
(phone buzzing)
Hi, Mum.
Hi, Dad.
Hello, sweetheart!
Cheers, pet!
Are you eating a microwave burrito?
What's wrong with that?
Well, I don't think I've ever seen you use the microwave
in your entire adult life.
The act of actually cooking just doesn't appeal right now.
It's no big deal.
So, how is Thanksgiving in London?
Aces, brilliant.
But we missed your turkey and your cranberry brie bites.
And I missed your glorious Yorkshire pudding, of course.
Anyone miss me?
Or just my cooking?
Of course, we missed you.
Hogwash, we're missing you as we speak.
How are you spending your time?
I'm, um, doing some culinary consulting work,
while avoiding anyone and anything to do with
the restaurant scene.
Oh, Abigail.
And I don't even want to think about my future
until I get back.
I am on vacation from thinking, cooking, dating,
and anything else ending in "ing" that I can't think of
right now, because, as I said, I am on vacation from thinking.
Are you sleep-"ing"?
Of course.
Quite well, as it happens.
(laughing)
Oh, can I call you back?
(beeping)
Bye.
Bye-bye.
Wow.
You don't waste any time, do you?
Oh, we take Christmas very seriously around here.
And not just the turkey dinner part.
Which I hear was going very well.
And here's your wreath.
Oh, so this is an official thing?
Yep. Everyone decorates their own.
There's a "best door décor" prize.
Which I intend to win.
What's the prize?
The prize is lording it over Carla in 32.
(laughs)
Well, I can't wait to get started.
Is there somewhere close by with Christmas
bits and bobs I can use?
Okay, you are just adorable with that accent.
There's a wonderful little Christmas shop
a couple of blocks down.
It's a really good gift shop, too.
You know, in case you wanted to bring something back to London
for your boyfriend?
Or girlfriend?
Or miscellaneous significant other?
None of the above.
But the shop sounds lovely.
You know, Mike and I are headed out to get a Christmas tree
if you want to tag along.
And we won't be long 'cause I've got to work tonight.
I don't think I'll be getting a tree this year.
Decorating the wreath is enough for me.
It's for the main lobby.
We have a little tree trimming party and everyone
puts one personal ornament on it.
Something that represents who they are.
You should come.
(* melodic music *)
** We Wish You a Merry Christmas *
* We Wish You a Merry Christmas *
* We Wish You a Merry Christmas and a... *
I'll be right back.
* ...Happy New Year *
* Good tidings we bring to you and your king **
Don't you look lovely.
Merry Christmas.
What do you think?
Well, it's a bit wobbly for the middle.
Hi Jack!
Hey, Jessica.
Fancy meeting you two here.
But you two asked us to meet you.
We did?
What's going on with her?
Going?
On?
You, too?
(* melodic music *)
Oh.
What?
It's not about you.
She wants to experience a full-fledged American Christmas,
and that always involves buying a tree!
Yeah.
Hi, Jack.
Happy Day-After-Thanksgiving.
I think you mean Black Friday.
But I'm, I'm guessing you don't have that in England
because you don't have Thanksgiving.
Actually, we do have Black Friday.
Oh, I didn't know that.
Commerce prevails!
And we also have Taupe Tuesday.
But it's kind of boring.
Because taupe is a boring color.
It's not a real thing.
(laughing)
I realize that's a mercy laugh, but I'll take it.
(laughs)
It's not a mercy laugh, but all Taupe Tuesday.
Yeah, that's a Jack joke all day long.
It's like a dad joke, just way worse.
He's probably jealous he didn't come up with it.
Oh, thank you, Mike.
Oh, this is my daughter, Jessica.
Jessica, this is Abby.
She's from London, England.
Like Harry Potter?
Oh, Harry and I go way back.
He's a fictional character from a book.
Smart kid.
Yeah, sometimes too smart for her own good, huh?
Well, it's very nice to meet you, Jessica.
I was going to get some hot cocoa if you'd like some?
Can I?
Sure, yeah.
All right, come with me.
(gurgling)
What's the matter?
Something wrong with it?
Whipped cream always melts too fast.
I have a special trick for that.
Hang on.
Excuse me, strange request.
What is she doing?
Thank you very much.
Alright, take a sip.
And another one.
And one more.
(giggling)
Come on, guys, let's go find a good tree.
(phone ringing)
No, you have to use a meat thermometer.
There are lots of ways to prepare a turkey.
You're so welcome.
Make sure you let the turkey rest for twenty minutes.
You can do it.
Deglaze the pan?
So, am I supposed to take it to, like, a body shop?
(laughs)
Holiday Hotline.
Let's talk turkey.
Yeah, all I want to know is how do I wake up
a turkey after it rests, huh?
What do I, give it a slap?
I mean it's already dead, am I right?
Just tell it to wake up and you'll be fine.
Merry Christmas.
Hey, not so fast.
Something tells me that you know too much.
About how to make a delicious cheese cake for dessert.
Huh?
Oh, oh, yes, I do.
The secret is cottage cheese.
(* whimsical music *)
Your secret's safe with me.
(* melodic music *)
Yes.
Holiday Hotline.
Let's talk turkey.
He-he-he-hum.
We have a caller looking for Peggy.
It's John.
Does he always sound this eager to talk to you?
I hadn't noticed.
You know when you lie, Santa takes you off the nice list.
It's Father Christmas.
I'm British, remember?
Maybe I should tell John I'm not really Peggy, or American.
No, you can't do that. Why not?
Well, because he opened up to you.
He, he was vulnerable with you, and if he thinks you're just
playing games with him, well he'll feel like a fool,
and he may never call the hotline again.
He'll be too embarrassed.
You're right.
I don't want him to think I didn't take his call seriously.
As a turkey expert, I mean.
Oh, yes, of course.
And the other callers have been responding
to me better as Peggy.
There you go.
Peggy lives! Ha-ha.
Line two.
(* Uplifting music *)
Hi, John.
Hi, Peggy.
It's good to hear from you.
How did Thanksgiving go?
Well, I followed your advice to a T,
except for the part about taking it out of the oven on time.
Oh, no. Yeah.
Anyway, my family had a back-up turkey ready to go.
And I wasn't sure whether I should be grateful or insulted.
Well, then there's nowhere to go but up.
You still have time to do another test turkey.
Well, that's actually why I'm calling.
But now I'm second-guessing myself.
Nope. You called.
We're doing this.
So, how many people would you be serving on Christmas?
Five to seven.
My parents haven't decided if they're going to Florida yet.
So maybe more left overs.
I'd recommend a twelve pounder. Oh, okay.
To brine or not to brine, that is the question!
(laughs)
Definitely brine.
It locks in so much of the flavor.
Once it's thawed, call me back, and we'll go from there.
Okay, but what if you're not there when I call?
Well, everyone here is an expert.
Yeah, I know, but I mean, you know my whole...deal.
You know I'm still a little bit embarrassed that I spilled
my guts like that the other day.
Don't be.
Sometimes it takes talking to someone you don't know
to really talk turkey.
(laughing)
Sorry, bad joke.
I am full of those lately.
No, no, no.
You're right, because I know, like, once I get through this,
everything else is gravy.
(laughing)
Okay, that is so much worse.
Seriously though, if you do want to make sure to get me
on the line, this week I'm here from noon to eight central time.
Perfect.
I'm on the central time zone, too.
Chicago.
That's where I am.
For some reason you sound really far away.
Oh, yeah, that's, that's because my daughter spilt a little bit
of orange juice on my cell phone.
You know, like a gallon or so.
Well, that would do it.
Yeah.
Okay, so just to be clear,
call back sometime this week noon 'til eight? Yeah.
All right, it's a date...for talking turkey,
about actual turkey, not that turkeys can talk that's... Right.
Right, okay, we'll talk then. Bye.
He lives in Chicago!
Blimey, were you eavesdropping?
Uh, yeah.
This is my new favorite show.
It's The Love Birds with Peggy and John!
It's The Love Birds with Peggy and John.
The Love Birds with Peggy and John. (laughs)
I just made that up.
(laughs)
Hey, want to grab lunch?
I need a twelve-pound turkey.
For lunch?
Seems excessive.
To try and make at home, again.
What changed your mind?
Seeing Jess have so much fun at the tree lot.
She still loves Christmas so much.
I owe it to her.
Plus, Peggy from the Hotline is gonna help me.
Who-who really?
Okay, new topic.
Okay.
Seemed like you and Abby hit it off at the tree lot.
Why are you so determined to pair me up with someone?
Because at some point, you have to stop living in the past
and start thinking about the future.
It's kind of hard to do when my entire career is literally
all about the past.
Uh, our job is about honoring it, not clinging to it.
And you know I wasn't talking about work.
(ding)
(* uplifting music *)
(* melodic music *)
If you were planning on breaking and entering,
you're doing it wrong.
I should've knocked.
This probably looks creepy, huh?
If we hadn't already met, definitely.
But since we've already met...still creepy.
Yeah.
So, you found the match.
All that angst for nothing.
Yeah, I thought so.
But the holes don't line up.
So, make new holes.
Whoa, are you insane?
I can't just drill into this door.
It's more, it's more precious than the handle!
And...I'm doing it again, aren't I?
A little bit.
Yeah.
So, I shouldn't hammer a large nail into the door
to hang my wreath?
You're killing me.
You don't have a door hanger?
Wouldn't you know it?
The one thing I forgot to pack.
Right.
Okay, give me ten minutes.
Don't touch the door, okay.
I think the Christmas shop around the corner
probably has something.
Oh, I was going to go there myself.
I need an ornament for the building's tree-trimming party.
What's wrong?
You, you just reminded me I haven't done the tree
with my kid.
My wife was much more organized about these things.
Was?
Yeah, she was, yeah.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, thank you.
But it's been a while.
Let's just get you that hanger, huh?
I'll get my coat.
Okay.
It's that guy.
Thank you.
You didn't have to buy it for me.
Oh, I'm not.
I'm buying it for your poor, beleaguered door.
Plus, I thought I'd look for an ornament for Jess.
We've been getting her one every year since she was a baby,
so that way when she grows up,
she'll have a collection of her own.
There, just at the back here.
Oh, this is perfect.
Jessica started playing guitar this year, and by playing,
I mean not playing any actual chords,
but fully committing to the rock star aesthetic.
Pa-little-little-la.
I think you missed your calling.
(laughs)
Alright, your turn.
Okay.
Well, the ornament for the lobby tree is supposed to be
something that represents each of us.
Mm-hmm.
I think this is me more than anything else right now.
You're sparkly and overpriced?
I was going for multifaceted and unpredictable.
Wow.
You're incredibly self-aware.
Ha!
"For the multifaceted and unpredictable person
in your life, who lights up every room they're in."
Huh, you skipped that last part.
I'm British.
We walk into a room and deliberately avoid
attracting attention.
Hmm, so I shouldn't do something like this?
Hey! Holiday Shoppers!
This here is Abby,
and she is visiting Chicago all the way from London!
Can we get a Merry Christmas?
Shoppers: Merry Christmas!
That's just cruel.
(laughs)
(* uplifting music *)
Well, thank you for the unwanted attention.
And the wreath hanger.
Thank you for not destroying any more of your apartment.
So, you're back to that, huh?
Oh, I never left.
(laughs)
Think I have everything I need for Operation Turkey.
Hope I'm up to it.
Don't worry, I've made an extra-large pot of tea today,
so I'm here as long as you need me.
I'm serious. I can't mess this up.
There's only two weeks 'til Christmas.
Hey, don't put so much pressure on yourself.
Have some fun.
People have fun doing this?
Of course, you'll see.
Once you get the hang of it, you start making it your own.
That's the joy of cooking.
Or at least it was for me once.
Oh, but not anymore?
I...I love it.
But, right now talking about it,
it's less painful than actually doing it.
It's complicated.
Try me.
Okay.
My entire identity was wrapped up in my cooking career...
and in a former relationship.
Those two worlds were more mixed than they should have been.
Anyway, he was never honest with me.
In fact, he...he was lying to me all along.
I'm sorry that you had to go through that.
I've dealt with my fair share of lies, too.
But, um, please, go on.
No, you go ahead.
Well, um, it was my late wife.
She kept her illness a secret for a while.
Even from me.
I know she did it to protect me.
But, look, we don't have to get into that.
I'd like to hear more about you, if you feel open to it.
Well, the long and short of it is I broke it off
and haven't wanted to go back to anything like that.
I just wanted to see what it was like to do something
else for a while.
Hmm.
So, you took a job that's literally all about cooking?
This is different.
This is me helping people find the joy I once had.
Right now, it's enough.
Ha, I'm not convinced I'll ever put the word joy in cooking
in the same sentence.
Well, then let's start with not miserable and cooking.
I can help.
You just have to trust me.
I do trust you.
Even though we've never met.
Which is...weird.
But a good weird.
A great weird.
Okay, you have to meet this guy.
And live a lie in real life?
That's the last thing John needs.
Believe me.
Well, I am still rooting for Peggy and John.
I said The Love Birds, Peggy and John.
Love Birds, Peggy and John.
The Love Birds, Peggy and John.
(* upbeat music *)
I'm excited to see what you made for the potluck!
Which dish is yours?
I made a trip to the market and bought a baked brie.
You're really committed to this no cooking thing, huh?
I am, and it's liberating.
Did you hang your ornament on the tree?
Oh, I almost forgot.
Pretty. Thanks.
Boring. Hey!
I wanted to get the roast turkey ornament,
but I didn't want anyone getting suspicious.
Good thinking!
So, which ornament is yours?
It's an old-fashioned!
Get it?
'Cause I'm old.
And you like fashion?
No, because I like to drink them.
(laughing)
There you are!
(mwah)
I hope you don't mind, I dragged jack here with me.
I wouldn't say "dragged".
Did you two bring ornaments?
Compasses.
Because we're architects.
Yeah, and the T-squares were too big.
(laughing)
Mine's a turkey foot!
A what?!
It's the little thingy that holds IV tubes together.
Winner-winner, turkey dinner!
(laughing)
Hang it up.
Lights up every room.
I'm British, remember.
Yeah.
Say Christmas crackers
All: Christmas crackers.
Alright, who moved the mistletoe?
I may need that!
I really want to be her when I grow old.
Oh, we all do.
So, Abby, have you gone to the Christmaskindle market yet?
We're all going tomorrow night.
Oh, I'm dying to go, but I have to work.
Oh, I didn't realize you were working while you were here.
I just thought you were out sightseeing every day.
What do you do?
Oh, just some free lance...consulting.
But aren't you working at the hospital tomorrow?
My shift doesn't start 'til 11.
You must be knackered.
When do you sleep?
Sleep?
What's that?
Abby, come with me.
I want to introduce to someone.
Okay. Bye.
Nice save.
Need to keep the gravy train chugging.
Choo-choo!
(laughs)
(* Jingle Bells music *)
Oh, there's a lot you can do with leftovers.
Oh, turkey meatballs, turkey enchiladas.
My father used to make the best turkey samosas around town.
Turkey pozole, turkey croquettes.
Turkey tetrazzini, turkey enchilada, turkey ramen,
turkey Caesar salad, turkey Reuben, turkey chili,
turkey burgers, smoky turkey corn chowder, turkey hash.
You should hang up and call 911.
This is Peggy, now let's talk turkey.
Hi!
So, I'm lookin' at a turkey from 1999,
sitting here in my granny's freezer.
Margaret, is that you?
Who's this?
It's Abby.
But you said Peggy.
Where's your accent?
Are you even British?
I am, Margaret.
I just decided to use an American accent for the hotline.
You don't really have a 24-year-old turkey, do you?
No.
I was just trying to keep you all on your toes.
I've enjoyed spending so much time with my grandkids,
but I miss my hotline family.
They miss you, too.
Maybe I could fill in for you here and there?
You know, in case there's something you want to do
while you're in Chicago?
Say, go the Christmas Market?
It's a Chicago tradition, which I'm sure you'll enjoy.
** Deck the hall with boughs of holly *
* Fa la la la la, la la la **
So, what do you think of Christmas in Chicago, Abby?
I imagine you prefer more of a Dicken's vibe.
Did you just say vibe?
Yeah, so what, I'm hip.
Even worse.
It's a lot different from London,
but I really like it.
And the architecture in Chicago is stunning.
I truly had no idea how beautiful it is here.
Have on done the Burnham walk yet?
The Burnham walk?
Oh, it's Jack's favorite area.
It's not really an official thing,
but an area with gorgeous architecture.
We can take her to Mike's for the night.
Yeah, why you deserve a night out.
Can I dad?
Please.
You sure?
Come on, Jack, I made an excuse to watch my episodes of Bloomy.
It is a great show.
Okay, thanks, guys.
I'll pick you up first thing in the morning, okay? Okay.
I love you so much. I love you more.
(mwah)
(* Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la *)
I think they're leaving us alone on purpose.
A hundred percent.
That historic route's only a five-minute walk.
Shall we?
We shall.
So, that architecture was greatly influenced by
Daniel Burnham's work.
Sort of a hero of mine.
His designs are timeless, classic.
My apartment building is a similar style, right?
Yes!
Dates back to Burnham's time. Okay.
Now your whole door reaction makes a lot more sense.
Thanks.
We're just trying to preserve a part of the past,
and stop developers from tearing it all down
and starting from scratch.
I can understand the temptation.
It's probably easier.
To be honest, I think I've been trying to do that
with my life lately.
Start over from scratch.
Is that why you left London?
Yes.
Too much history and heartache.
Now thinking instead of tearing everything down and throwing
it away, maybe I should restore the parts that were beautiful.
Did I tell you I was a chef?
You told me you choose not to cook.
So, you can see my dilemma.
(laughs)
I wish I'd known you were a chef earlier.
You probably could have helped me.
With what?
Oh, um, been trying to make a turkey for Christmas dinner,
for Jessica.
Her mother used to do it, but we haven't since she passed.
I can't believe I'm gonna tell you this.
You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.
Just promise not to judge me.
But I actually called that Holiday Hotline for help.
Well, let's talk turkey!
(nervous laugh)
I know, it's crazy, right?
The thing is the woman on the phone...
she, she actually really helped me.
Yeah, in more ways than one.
You alright?
Sorry.
I...I think I had too much of that spiced wine.
I should probably just go home.
Yeah, that stuff gets me, too.
I can, I can take you.
No, thanks, I'm fine.
Taxi!
Are you sure you're okay?
Oh, thanks for the tour, and everything you shared.
Means a lot to me.
More than you know.
Good night.
(* mellow music *)
Good gravy, John is Jack?
Are you, are you kidding?
I wish I were kidding.
I don't know what to do.
I should have told him right then and there.
Why didn't I tell him?
Okay, let me ask you this.
Which one of them do you have feelings for?
Both. And who does Jack have feelings for?
I think both, too!
Oh, that's the problem!
He's gonna call the hotline!
I don't know what to do.
He trusts Peggy. You're Peggy.
No, I'm Abby.
He can't handle a lie like this, I know that now.
Not after everything he's been through.
When he finds out I'm Peggy,
he's not going to trust either of us again.
We'll both lose him.
Again, you're, you're both you.
Maybe when he calls, I just shouldn't answer.
Oh, well, I thought this hotline was about turkeys, not chickens.
Alright then, I'm going to answer his call,
help him make that turkey,
and then put everything on the table.
(* lighthearted music *)
So, you're telling me you're torn between a random voice
on a phone, and an actual, real-life, amazing woman?
Yes.
Peggy helped me open up again.
She helped me realize that I could move on.
Yeah, but isn't Abby doing that, too?
Yeah, but it's different.
I'm not even sure that Abby wants whatever this is.
Come on, I've seen the two of you together.
You have a real connection.
I have one with Peggy, too. Yeah.
That's just over a phone line though.
Is that enough for you?
You're right.
I need to know if what I have with Peggy is real.
I'll call her tomorrow, make the turkey,
then I'll lay it all on the line.
(* lighthearted music *)
(* melodic music *)
(phone ringing)
Thank you for calling the Holiday Hotline.
Let's talk turkey!
Hi, Peggy. John, hi.
Ready to make some turkey?
More than ready.
Me, too.
** La-la-la, la-la-la *
* music *
* Hey, yeah *
* I never knew the meaning of Christmas *
* ‘till you came into my life *
* I was lost in the dark *
* ‘till you opened my heart *
* Like an angel shining bright *
* I wished on a star *
* And girl here you are *
Let's not let this moment go to baste.
* Suddenly I realize **
What? Let's not let this moment go to baste.
Get it?
(screech gobble-gobble)
Sorry, um, dad joke again.
Because baste rhymes with... Waste...I get it.
I didn't realize,
but I guess that one was a real thinker, huh?
I'm certainly in thought.
Listen, I need- John, I need to tell you.
Cocoa emergency!
Like Abby does it!
Pleeease?
Peggy, could I call you back in five?
So, how did it go?
The bird is in the oven.
Is that code?
No, it's actually in the oven. Oh.
We never got to talk about anything.
He's going to call me back in five minutes.
(phone buzzing)
It's Jack.
How did he get my number?
Who cares. Answer it.
(phone buzzing)
Hello?
Abby, hi, it's Jack.
Erica gave me your number.
I hope that's okay.
Sure, of course.
I wanted to check on you after last night.
Oh, I'm fine.
Thank you.
Sorry I left so quickly.
That's okay.
So, you're feeling better?
Uh-huh.
Good.
Um, listen I have a turkey in the oven and I'd really love it
if you could come over and try it when it's done.
You want me to taste it?
Well, yeah, um, you're a chef, right?
Yes, but so is-
Yes.
I just, I just want to see if you think it's good.
There's not a doubt in my mind that it will be.
So, you'll come?
I'd love to.
I have a lot to tell you.
Me, too.
I'll text you the address.
(* melodic music *)
(phone ringing)
Gobble, gobble, it's the Holiday Hotline.
Yes, between noon and eight p.m.
Well, I will, I will let her know.
Okay, bye.
(clinking)
It's been fifteen minutes.
Why hasn't John called Peggy back? Abby.
Is he ghosting her?
You're asking if the guy that just asked you to his house
is ghosting you?
I just really wanted closure with John first.
Well, that's, that's not gonna happen today.
That was John.
He wanted to leave Peggy, you, a message that he would call her,
you, on the Hotline tomorrow, and tell her, you, how it went.
How it went with the turkey?
Or you.
So, Peggy's his backup?
You're jealous of yourself?
I know, it's insane.
(door bell chimes)
Hey, come on in.
Thanks.
Um, I brought this for you.
Oh, thank you.
It smells really good in here, Jack.
I think you did it!
Well, we'll see.
Hey, Abby!
Happy Christmas, Abby!
Jessica!
Oh, in case we have hot cocoa later.
Thank you.
Can we, dad?
Absolutely.
(ringing)
Oh, there's the timer.
The turkey!
Moment of truth.
Oh, don't forget to let it rest for 20 minutes.
To let the juices settle.
Wow, look at you and your turkey know-how.
You probably could have worked at that Holiday Hotline
I called, huh?
Ha! Right?
No, that's...
Sorry, what was that?
Nothing.
(* melodic music *)
You did it, Dad!
Well, we don't know that yet.
I'm nervous.
What if it's dry?
Only one way to find out.
Okay, on three.
One, two, three.
Mmm.
It's so good!
Brilliant!
Now we can have Christmas dinner here, right?
Absolutely.
Um, would you want to join us?
I mean I, I know you don't have any family here and my parents,
they decided to go to Florida early this year.
So, it's just gonna be Erica and Mike.
And me!
Oh, right, obviously.
We're having Christmas dinner at home, yes!
(laughs)
It, it wouldn't be like a date.
Unless you wanted it to be.
But it, it doesn't have to be.
Look, um, I should stop talking.
I'd love to come.
(* melodic music *)
Is this okay?
Very, but... it's just...
Too soon?
It's complicated. Right.
It is for me, too.
I just need a little more time to figure things out.
Is this the, um, the thing back in London?
Not really, no, um.
Okay, but whatever it is, I can wait.
Did you tell that I, I browned the turkey?
Absolutely.
(* lively music *)
Hey, Jack.
Party's in here.
Are you coming?
I'll be right there.
I just have to make a call first.
Okay, well, don't take too long.
Rum balls are almost gone.
(background chatter)
John on line four.
(exhale)
All right then.
This is it.
Hi, John.
How was the turkey?
Perfect, thanks to you.
But, um, that's not really why I'm calling.
Ah, I don't know where to start.
Then I'll start.
No.
I have to get this out.
I wanted to call you one last time and say thank you.
You have no idea what a difference you've made
in my life.
You made me realize that I was ready.
To make a turkey?
That...and to open my heart again.
I've met someone, Peggy.
Um, someone I, I really like.
For the first time in a long time.
That's wonderful.
I know that you and I had a connection, too, but...
You don't have to explain, John.
I really enjoyed our talks.
But...I have to tell you the truth.
(* melodic music *)
I'm not who you think I am.
Oh, hey.
I don't care what you look like, or where you come from,
or, or any of that.
You know, to me, you'll always be Peggy,
the beautiful voice on the phone who helped me
open my heart again.
That's all that matters.
Merry Christmas, Peggy.
And, um...thank you again, for everything.
Merry Christmas, John.
So, what happened?
He let Peggy go.
Well, maybe it's time you let her go, too.
It's up to Abby to come clean.
(* melodic music *)
Alright, Hotline, one hour to go,
then we hang up our headsets for another season!
(chatting in background)
Holiday Hotline.
Let's talk turkey.
Hold on.
Explain to me one more time how this happened.
Your kids put what, where?
I roasted it with the cars inside!
Oh, a turkey isn't a garage, Henry!
Whatever you do, do not put the frozen turkey into boiling oil.
Oh, well, then definitely if you're having the family over,
a turkey matzo ball soup, my gosh.
So, I don't have any butcher's twine.
Would it be okay if I used Christmas ribbon instead?
(laughs)
You can do it.
Well, use a shallow roasting pan with a rack...
Coat the turkey with oil or cooking spray...
White meat cooked to 165, dark meat to 180.
No, I would definitely not recommend using a chainsaw!
What a plonker.
Okay, this is it.
Fifty-eight, fifty-nine...two o'clock!
Phone lines are officially off.
Hey, we did it, everyone!
Yeah!!!
(cheering)
(* uplifting music *)
Thank you!
Okay, everybody, here we go.
The award for greatest tragedy averted...for talking a lady out
of dropping an entire frozen turkey into a deep fryer...
(laughing)
...Thelma!
(cheering)
Thank you!
Let's get a picture right here.
And now for the Best Newcomer.
Well, who else, Peggy!
(cheering and clapping)
Thank you, but Peggy has left the building.
(laughs)
Jack...
(* somber music *)
Oh, um.
Jack, wait, please!
You knew I was John and you didn't tell me?
I wanted to, but-
But you didn't.
I trusted Peggy.
I trusted you.
Why would you do that to me?
After everything we talked about?
It's because of what we talked about!
I was afraid if I told you, you'd give up,
on Christmas dinner, on opening up again and...on us.
That I was in too deep.
I...
That's why I needed more time.
Time for what?
Hmm?
For what it's worth, everything I shared as Peggy was true.
Those talks meant the world to me.
And I'll always be grateful for that.
I have to go.
I have to get ready for dinner tomorrow night.
I'm assuming I'm no longer invited.
Huh.
Merry Christmas, Peggy.
Or Abby.
Or whoever you are.
Hey.
You used the name John.
That didn't help either!
John is my name.
Huh.
When we started talking, we weren't just strangers.
I guess that much hasn't changed, huh.
(* somber music *)
(phone buzzing)
Hi, mum.
Abigail, how are you?
I'm fine but you're up early.
We've got some exciting news.
That chef friend of yours has been trying to reach you.
The handsome one.
Yes, Diane, she knows that.
Something about a new venue is opening up in Covent Garden.
He's looking for a head chef.
He's looking for you.
Really?
Well, I'll think about it.
I do miss home.
And maybe I'm ready now.
To come back.
Start something fresh, where I belong.
Mum: We do miss you, darling.
Dad: Yes, Christmas isn't the same without you.
You might not be without me after all.
I'm coming home.
(* melodic music *)
He wanted to surprise you.
Abby, are you okay?
I didn't mean to hurt him.
I wanted to help him and Jessica.
I'm sorry... Merry Christmas.
Abby. No, no.
Just let her be.
Come on.
(* somber music *)
Peggy, just a little something to thank you for
helping me find my Merry Christmas again.
All my best, John.
p.s. My closest friends call me "Jack".
So, please do.
(* melodic music *)
What, you were just gonna leave without
saying goodbye?
And you carried your own luggage?
That's my job!
I'm so sorry.
I, I thought you were with your grandkids.
I left you a note.
I'll see my family later.
Right now I just wanted to say how sorry I am.
If I hadn't brought you onto the hotline,
and you told you not to say anything,
none of this mess would've happened.
It's not your fault, Margaret.
Jack and I just weren't meant to be.
Are you sure about that?
Well, this is me.
Thank you for being so kind to me, Margaret.
And tell everyone in the building I'll miss them.
Merry Christmas.
We're all sorry to see you go.
Merry Christmas, Abby.
(* heartfelt music *)
Thank you.
(phone buzzing)
Hello?
Abby?
Jason?
What number are you calling from?
A number you haven't blocked yet.
I can't believe it worked!
I...I heard about the Covent Garden location.
Oh, it's gonna be absolutely brilliant.
But you know I will need someone who I can trust.
Someone who knows how I do things.
Now, I realize that you'll have some reservations,
but this would be strictly professional.
I respect you for your talent as a chef, Abby.
Now we'd be business partners, but you'd run the entire show.
What do you think?
You know, Abby, you're a brilliant chef, I mean,
you had me at the first taste of your Yorkshire pudding.
Don't you want to cook for me again?
No, Jason.
Not for you.
Happy Christmas.
Help with your bags?
How did you know I wouldn't leave?
I didn't!
What am I, some kind of magical Christmas fairy?
(laughs)
So, what are you gonna do now?
I'm going to cook.
** See the snowflakes falling *
* On your windowpane *
* Then you hear the calling *
* Folks to entertain *
* Is it him who's calling *
* Up into your chimney? *
* Say, can you hear that choir *
* And what they sing? *
* Winter's coming *
and here's hoping that it'd going to stay *
* ‘But if it's not, then what the heck,
it's still going to be OK' *
This is it. * cause I've always got you *
* for a Christmas to keep getting you **
(* melodic music *)
Mmm, mmm.
This is incredible, Abby.
Peggy would be proud!
You're ready, sweetheart.
So, what, I just show up at his door
and hope he doesn't slam it in my face?
Don't worry, no man in his right mind is gonna walk away
from that Yorkshire pudding...or you.
That is the cutest shirt I've ever seen you wear.
Hey, you did it, Dad!
Christmas dinner at home!
(* heartwarming music *)
Isn't it great?
It's amazing.
Bravo.
I didn't think you had it in you.
Well, you actually pulled it off...with a little help from
your friend at the hotline.
Where's Abby?
When she gonna be here?
She's not coming, sweetie.
Why not?
You invited her.
And I set her a place.
Nah.
She should be here, Dad.
She's right, you know.
I got nothing.
(* melodic music *)
I need to see a woman about a turkey.
You know, before she flies the-
All: Just go!!!
Right.
Jack!
I just wanted you to have this for your dinner.
It's Yorkshire pudding.
It's kind of my specialty.
When I came to Chicago, I never wanted to make this,
or anything, ever again.
I lost my love of cooking.
But you changed that.
You inspired me to want to help people find the joy in it.
And because of that,
I rediscovered my own joy of cooking.
I found myself again and now I know what I want in my life.
It's all because of you.
Anyway, I, I was just going to leave this here
to say thank you.
I wish I'd done everything differently.
I hope you can forgive me, Jack.
I was on my way to find you.
You were?
I have to admit, that part was a lot easier than I expected.
(laughs)
You were really looking for me?
I've been looking for you for a long time.
I know you weren't entirely upfront with me.
But I also know why.
It wasn't intentional.
And once I knew, I, I didn't want to hurt you.
The thing is you didn't hurt me.
You healed me.
I don't want this to be over.
I don't care if you're Peggy or Abby or Mrs. Claus herself.
I'm falling in love with you.
(smooching)
(knocking)
(laughs)
Merry Christmas, Jack.
Happy Christmas, Abby.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, Jessica!
Where do we get started?
Merry Christmas! How did you know Christmas crackers were my favorite?
Oh, my goodness.
Wow, this looks incredible!
Did you see what Jack made?
Cheers. Cheers.
(chatting)
To Abby. To Abby.
Abby.
(glasses clinking)
Merry Christmas everybody!
(* cheerful music *)