Stop the Wedding Page #2

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he rented the house next door

to the luckiest gold-digger

in Seattle

while shooting

his movie there.

You're going to Seattle,

aren't you?

What about

the conference?

It was an honor

just to be asked, right?

A huge honor.

I'm sure there's someone else

who can do the keynote

on breakthroughs

in lumbar spinal fusion, right?

I should've known

it was too good to be true.

Don't cancel just yet.

Deal with your dad,

and then get a flight

to Miami from there.

You can still make

some of

the conference.

And the best

part of the trip,

a few relaxing days

on the beach.

He always does this

at the worst possible times.

What do you want me to do?

Book me a flight to Seattle.

A.S.A.P.

Thank you.

And I will be accessible

at any time,

so make sure every client

has my cell phone number,

especially Gloria.

And did you reschedule

the foster arbitration?

Done.

And did aunt Suzie call?

Is she picking me up?

She's meeting you

at the curb.

How long

will you be gone?

Hopefully,

a few days, tops.

This is not a good time

for me to be away,

but I will get this nonsense

under control

and head back.

That word rears its ugly head.

What word, "nonsense?"

No, "control."

You cannot control

everything, Anna.

It's not about

control, em,

it's about protection.

He's a movie star.

He dates glamorous

Hollywood types.

What does he want

with a retired art teacher

from Seattle?

Maybe it's love.

No, it's not love,

I've met him.

He's a slick one.

That type of charm is dangerous.

I've got to figure out

what's really going on.

I'm not going to let my aunt

be another notch in his belt,

which I'm sure is Gucci.

It's fine,

I will work while I'm gone.

I have this under con...

It's fine.

This is family.

Boarding pass

and itinerary.

Just for

the wrong location.

Oh, I haven't given up

on that conference just yet.

Do you know, it's been

more than 20 years

since my mom died,

and he keeps finding

these women.

You know, sure,

they seem great at first.

They're beautiful,

and funny, and smart,

and then, bam, they hit you

right in the wallet.

Are you talking about

your dad's experience

or your own?

Both.

But I've learned

from my mistakes.

He never does.

What is it

that he's searching for?

If only I could

figure that out.

Oh, passion?

Love?

What everybody

wants.

Annabelle Colton,

north Seattle high,

class of 2002.

Cheerleader,

captain of

the debate team.

This has to be her.

It's right where

he rented the house.

Ah-hah.

And this is her today.

Annabelle,

a.K.A. Belle.

Beautiful, young,

and probably looking

to land a windfall.

But she is in

for a rude awakening.

I know, Gloria, but you have

nothing to worry about.

I am in constant contact

with his lawyer.

What can I say...

Oh!

I'm going to

have to call you back.

Great, phone's dead.

Why don't you watch

where you're going?

Well, the same could be

said for you.

Don't text and walk,

isn't that what people say?

Oh, I'm sorry,

I must've missed that p.S.A.

It doesn't matter anyway,

since you've killed

my phone.

I killed your phone?

You killed my shirt.

My favorite shirt.

That's your favorite shirt?

Doesn't even look like

a contender for "favorite."

I think you could do better.

Well, it's much nicer

when it's not covered

in caramel macchiato.

Yeah, well, so is my blazer.

Have we met?

No, I don't think so.

I think I'd remember you.

Did you just come in

on the flight from Boston?

San Francisco.

Huh...

So, what are you going

to do about my phone?

What are you going

to do about my shirt?

You going to

have it dry cleaned?

You know what, I would,

but my ride just got here.

Put some

club soda on it.

Problem solved.

Stick your phone in some rice,

problem solved.

Wish I could say

it was a pleasure.

Yeah, it wasn't.

Have a nice day!

Thanks for

picking me up, Jake,

since my dad still

won't answer any of my calls.

What, he has to have you tell me

all this big news now?

He can't even

tell me himself?

Well, maybe he knew you'd try

to talk him out of it.

Besides, I've gotten very good

at dropping bombshells

after two decades

of working for your father.

It's on my resume now.

Two wives

in the last five years,

and I'm supposed to, what,

just congratulate him?

Belle is different.

Oh-ho, yeah,

I'm sure she is, Jake.

They all are.

They don't care

that he's a movie star, no.

No, they would love him

just the same

if he were a bank teller.

Please, I've heard it

all before.

Well, just try

to reserve judgment

until after you've met her,

will you?

I think she's going

to surprise you.

Yeah, I think not.

I can't believe

you're being so blase

about all this.

Well, it's her time, Anna.

It's a little bit later

than most people,

but everybody deserves

to find their great love.

And sometimes, you just

need to let people

make their own

mistakes.

Because they don't

listen to you anyway

when they are so sure

that they are ready

to tie the knot.

I can't believe

you're going to throw

the biggest mistake of my life

in my face

at a time like this.

I was 19.

I was young and stupid,

and I have been careful

about my decisions ever since.

What's belle's

excuse?

She doesn't need one.

Sean's the best.

We all adore him.

What about his history,

aunt Suzie?

No, that's the tabloid Sean.

Trust me, you get to know him,

he's completely different.

Plus, he's introducing me

to George Clooney

at the wedding.

I just...

I'm just glad

dad's not here to see all this.

He was so protective

of you and aunt belle.

What would he say

about his sister marrying

a virtual stranger?

I'm not certain,

but I think he'd say,

"you go, girl."

Aunt belle?

She knew I was

coming home today.

Well, it looks like

she had other plans.

Salsa?

I hope she's talking

about chips and dip.

She hates dancing.

He's pulled her to

the dark side, aunt Suzie.

I have to go

and open the shop,

so I can't wait with you,

but try to keep

an open mind.

I'm telling you,

my sister is a new woman.

Salsa?

Our best leverage is the fact

that you helped put your husband

through medical school.

California is

a community property state,

so you have absolutely nothing

to worry about here.

Okay, um, we will talk later.

What?

How...

How on earth

did you find me here?

Is this about

your phone?

You, um, looked very different

out of context.

That's why I couldn't place you.

I see you've changed.

It's much, much better.

This should, uh,

this should really

be your favorite.

Clay.

Clay castleberry.

Sean's son.

That figures.

And you're Annabelle Colton.

Your father isn't here.

Actually, I didn't come here

to see my father,

I came here to see you.

Oh, great,

just let yourself in.

Yeah.

I mean, if you're going

to marry my father,

I thought we might as well

get acquainted,

alone.

Right, belle?

Of course.

So...

How much?

Excuse me?

Look, I'm sure

you're a perfectly nice

person, Annabelle,

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