Christmas Inheritance Page #2

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came up with the idea,

they just grabbed the nearest

thing and wrote it down.

What about all these letters?

Well, every Christmas, they

write each other, like, a...

a sort of newsletter to say

what had happened that year,

good or bad.

- Wouldn't it be easier to just, you know, send an email?

- Look at the dates.

Some of those letters

go way back before email.

Oh. Anyway, the whole point

is that they're forced

to get together every Christmas.

It's like a company tradition.

Anyway...

Yeah, we should get going.

The traffic to the airport's

probably crazy right now.

(laughing)

Uh, did you take a look at the

ticket your father gave you?

No. Why?

Well... let's just say

we won't have to worry

about airport traffic.

(PA):
The Port Authority Bus Terminal

welcomes you to New York City.

Please be aware of your...

(man):
Ho-ho-ho!

Here you go. Okay?

And remember,

this only works if nobody knows

- who you are.

- Got it.

- Right? Good.

- Ahem.

- And say hi to Zeke for me.

- I will.

And don't worry about me, okay?

I can take care of myself

(clatter)

I can.

- Yeah.

- Ahem. Alright.

Oh, Ellie?

Your, uh, credit cards?

Oh, right.

- Thank you.

- Okay...

The platinum?

(sighing)

Nice try.

- Bye.

- Bon voyage.

(PA):
Final boarding

for Kennebunkport,

Augusta, Waterville

and Snow Falls.

Hi there.

Is this baggage check?

- Sure.

- Great.

Uh, there are a couple

of delicate items in here.

If you could just make sure they

don't bounce around too much.

- Got it.

- Thank you!

I'm sorry. Ooh!

Oh, excuse me.

(rumbling)

Whoop!

- Whoa!

- Careful there, hon.

Uh, I'm sorry. I'm just...

I'm trying to find my seat,

but I... I can't see

any seat numbers.

Well, that...

that's because there aren't any.

Well, how would you know

where to sit?

I don't know...

You just... sit.

- Well...

- Oh, here.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

Okay.

- Are you looking for something?

- The call button.

The what?

The call button?

You know, for the attendant?

I could really use

a glass of wine.

You don't ride the bus much,

do you?

Just between you and me,

it's my first time.

- No.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm an old hand at it.

Kathy Garver.

I'm Ellen Lang...

Uh, never mind.

Nice to meet you, Ellen.

(soft guitar music)

(light music)

(indistinct chatter)

(carollers singing

Deck the Halls)

Fa la la la la la la la la

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la la la la la

Don we now our gay apparel

Fa la la la la la la la

Troll the ancient

Yuletide carol

Fa la la la la la la la

Miss! See the blazing

yule before us

Fa la la la la la la la

Miss!

Oh!

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

(laughing)

Sorry. I'm still half-asleep.

Ahem. Uh... thank you very much.

You don't have change for 100.

It's alright.

Have a Merry Christmas.

I'm sorry.

Oh! Uh...

Merry Christmas to you too!

Hey, be careful!

No! Watch out! Ah!

Ugh!

Oh... God.

Ugh!

- What are you trying to do, lady, cause an accident?

- You hit my suitcase!

Yeah, what's your suitcase

doing in the road?

Well, the...

I just took my eyes off it

for one second

and some guy just came and...

- Some guy?

- Yes! Ugh.

Alright.

Let's get you...

You need a cab?

Not from you, thank you.

I will wait.

Well, you might be waiting

a real long time.

- This is a one-taxi kinda town.

- Well, fine.

I'll just... I'll Uber.

Yeah... No.

Lyft?

(snorting)

You might as well be speaking

a foreign language here.

Besides, we're not so good

on cell reception either.

(sighing)

That's great.

Ugh.

(groaning)

Look...

Why don't you hop in?

It's on the house.

It's the least I can do.

Hey. Trust me.

I am your best option right now.

(background chatter)

Ho-ho-ho!

So you're from New York?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Ah, you just got that look.

What look?

Uh, just...

You were on the second bus

of the day,

and the second bus of the day

is New York.

Oh.

Have you ever been?

Yeah, I've been.

And what did you think?

Came back here, didn't I?

Okay.

(distant chatter)

(laughter)

(jazzy Christmas music)

Oh, thanks for the ride.

- (sighing)

- No problem.

So, you got a reservation?

- You work here too?

- Yes. I am the manager.

Jake Collins.

Nice to meet you.

I just drive the taxi

when Herman's gout acts up.

Oh. Well, uh...

I am actually here

to see the owner.

- Zeke.

- Yes. Is he around?

You just missed him.

He left town this morning.

- What?!

- Kelly, he say when he's gonna be back?

You've met Zeke, right?

Yeah. Our boss

and his mysterious

"communing with the elements"

trips.

(deep voice):
Mere mortals are

not welcome to that information.

That's his words, not mine.

- (stammering)

- Did he say how long he was going for?

- Kelly?

- All he said was, and I quote...

"I'll be back when I'm back."

Seems like he's gonna be back

when he's back.

Can you please call him

and just tell him that I'm here?

It's Ellen Lan... London.

Yeah... like I said,

reception here's a disaster.

And besides, Zeke's not really

a cellphone kind of guy.

Yeah, but... but my father...

I just... I just thought

that he knew that I was coming.

Well, he didn't say anything

to me. Sorry.

So, you still want that room

or not, Miss Lang-London?

No, it's actually just London.

Ellie London.

Ellie London.

There's a landline in the room,

but I'm gonna have to charge you

for it.

That's fine.

- Cookies are free though.

- Mm.

Great.

Really? He's not there?

(chuckling):
You know,

that's just like him.

Ever since Zeke retired,

he's lost all track of time.

So what am I supposed

to do now?

Well, you're already

at the inn,

so why don't you just relax,

make yourself at home

and hopefully he'll show up

tomorrow morning.

But what if he doesn't?

Can I just leave

the Christmas Letters

at the front desk and...

and come back to New York?

No, honey. I'm sorry,

you must put it into his hand.

That's the tradition.

And that's our deal.

But Dad... It's nearly

three days until Christmas Eve.

Ah, crap! Hello?

(phone dinging)

Uh... I'm sorry, honey,

I can't hear you very well.

We've got a bad connection.

I said it's only three days

until Christmas Eve

and I promised Gray...

Hello? Hello?

- (dial tone)

- Hello?!

(giggling)

No!

(exasperated sigh)

(knocking at the door)

Just a minute!

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Here's your change.

- Oh.

Sorry that took so long.

I had to go down to the safe,

we don't get a lot of hundreds

around here.

Yeah, uh, have you heard

from Zeke yet?

Nothing, sorry.

So look, if you get hungry,

Debbie's Caf,

just around the corner.

Thanks, but I think

I'll just order room service.

(chuckling)

What?

Debbie's Caf is room service.

Come on, I'll walk you over.

I gotta get coffee there anyway.

Okay.

It gets dark fast around here.

You're in the Deep North now,

Miss.

Ho ho ho! Well, thank you

very much, young Jake!

A very Merry Christmas to you.

And you too, beautiful lady!

Thanks.

Forget your change upstairs?

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