Marry Me at Christmas Page #2

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was you.

You're you.

Well, I am me.

I think. Yep...

Definitely me.

I probably should've

mentioned this earlier.

That would've been great.

Johnny came early

to help with the wedding.

Isn't that sweet?

But I still feel weird about

you paying for all of it.

You are out of your mind

if you think I'm gonna let you

spend a dime, Ginge.

Sky's the limit. Tch.

Okay. Sky is the limit.

Got it.

Excuse me.

It's just my business partner.

I'll be one minute.

Hello?

Hey, can you stop

at the office supply store

on the way back?

Yeah, but I don't know

how long I'm gonna be,

because

I'm having coffee

with Ginger

and her brother... Johnny Blake.

Johnny Blake?

Yeah, well I am having tea

with George Clooney.

Anyways, we need

printer paper.

-No, no, Isabel, I'm serious.

-Bye!

Hi. Ahem.

So. Where were we?

That's right.

You were being you.

So...

Ginger just told me

that you own

the local wedding dress shop,

but you've never actually

planned an entire wedding?

Yeah.

Is that something you think

you can handle, Maggie?

It's Maddie.

And, yeah, I do.

Johnny, she knows everything

about weddings.

She also knows

my name will

bring her tons

of free publicity

to her store.

Actually, I agreed

to do this wedding

before I knew who you were.

It's true, Johnny.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

you know, usually,

people want something from me.

Well, I don't.

So, back

to my wedding planning.

Ginger, I'm not sure

I'm really the right

person for this job.

You are.

She is!

Please do it.

Look, if you're

who Ginger wants,

then...

I'm not gonna

stand in your way.

All right.

Then there are

some wedding magazines over here

we should look at...

"Jimmy."

It's Johnny.

I see what you did there.

You realize

you're acting like

you robbed a bank, right?

Ahem.

Force of habit.

He doesn't get

a lot of privacy in L.A.

Look, Johnny, no one in

this town is gonna bother you.

It's a safe space.

Hello, Maddie, honey.

Doing a little

Christmas shopping?

Actually, no, Gladys,

I am planning a wedding.

Finally.

Ahem. No. Not mine.

This is my client,

Ginger,

and her brother,

Johnny.

I know who he is!

Can I get a selfie?

I don't think Johnny wants

to take pictures right now.

You know what?

That's okay.

Come on. Come on!

Come on in here,

Gladys.

Thank you!

-Ready?

-That's quite a camera.

And quite

the flash, too!

Cool! I can't wait

to post this.

Let's

respect his privacy

and not post

anything online.

I meant

on my refrigerator.

"Online."

What do I look like,

a hipster?

So why don't you take

a look at these,

and tell me

what you like?

I don't need

a magazine.

I got an idea up here.

Great, okay.

Let's hear it.

"Christmas in Scotland."

Everything is

red, green, and white plaid.

What? Come on,

you love Scotland.

I also love pugs,

but I don't want that to be

the theme of my wedding.

How about this?

I'm thinking

muted wintry tones,

something that evokes

a fresh snowfall,

that symbolizes

a new start,

a new beginning

with your life

with Oliver.

I love that.

So, I guess this means

no bagpipes either?

He is joking, right?

Sadly, he is not.

I was also thinking

that maybe

you could pull up

to the ceremony

in a sleigh.

Can you get a reindeer?

If you can't,

I can call my animal guy

and fly one in.

Johnny...

this doesn't need

to be a Hollywood production.

I know.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm just really

excited for you.

Since Mom and Dad

aren't here,

I kinda feel like

I'm doing it for them, too.

I know.

I love you.

Love you too, Ginge.

Maddie!

I thought you were

coming back to the store.

I am dying!

I cannot believe

you are planning

Johnny Blake's

sister's wedding!

This is huge for us!

We are going to be

in every wedding magazine

and website in the country.

You did it.

Except...

Except...?

I may have told him

we wouldn't use his name

for publicity.

Why would you do that?

Well, I didn't want him

to think we were using him.

We are using him!

That's how it works.

Look, I'm sorry,

but you can't tell anyone

about this right now.

But hey! I am going

to be bringing in

extra money

at the end of the quarter.

How much money?

I haven't exactly

settled on a price.

Maddie...

Well, I wanted

to see

how much wedding planners

make first.

Well, it depends on

how much the client has...

He has a lot.

I'll take care of it.

Don't worry.

Thank you.

So, that's a "no"

to the manly man-lodge venue?

Unless my gown

is made of flannel.

And a "no"

to the art gallery?

It's too...

What's the word

I'm looking for?

Artsy?

Yes. That.

Okay.

Couldn't we just set up

one of those tents outside?

In every wedding movie,

what happens

when there's a tent?

It rains?

And then?

Splash!

I don't want a tent.

Yeah, me neither.

Whose terrible idea

was that, anyway?

I'm out of cider.

Ginge, you want

a refill?

-I'll go with you.

-All right.

Look, I'm sorry

about yesterday.

I know I was being

a little rude.

More than a little.

You got to understand,

Ginger's the only family

I have.

I just want what's best for her.

Ginger will have

the wedding of her dreams.

I promise you.

And don't worry

about the venue.

We are just getting started.

When you get back to L.A.,

we will video call you

from every location.

Ginger didn't tell you?

I'm not leaving

until after the wedding.

I figured a little,

you know, change of pace

might do me good.

Well, doesn't get much more

slow-paced than here.

It must be really weird,

having people stare at you

all the time.

Sometimes,

it's a little much.

I guess

it's kind of what you signed up

for though, right?

Yeah, I never really

thought it'd be like this.

Well, you know,

like they say...

Life is

what you make it.!

Okay, your turn.

For what?

It's a town tradition,

and all the money benefits

Make-a-Wish Foundation.

Well, I would,

but I don't have any cash on me.

Does the gazebo

take credit cards?

I'll put it on your tab.

You know, we should

probably talk about that.

Your fee.

Right. Of course.

I made a list of what

wedding planners make.

Priced low to high.

I figured somewhere

in the middle would be fair.

That doesn't seem like enough.

No, it's okay.

Are you sure?

I can pay you more.

Yeah. I'm making a profit.

It's fine.

You are literally

the worst negotiator

I've ever met

in my entire life.

I know. I think I paid

twice as much for my first car

as it was worth.

So... deal?

Deal.

Your turn.

Okay.

Did you wish for

an Academy Award?

What

makes you say that?

Isn't that what

all actors wish for?

What'd you wish for?

If I tell you,

it won't come true.

Excuse me.

Looks like

Ginger's got to do

some troubleshooting

for Mayor Marsha.

She wants to know

if we can meet up later.

Yeah.

I should probably get

back to my store, anyway.

Well, my car's

parked out in front.

I'll walk with you.

Okay.

Okay.

I can't do this.

You're, like, walking

in slow-motion.

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