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From Balaban Films
comes the laugh and love

riot of the holiday season--

William West's His Merry Wife!

Claude Lancaster as James,
a lovelorn man in need

of a little Christmas magic.

Ava Hayward as Rebecca,
the woman he loves.

And introducing Jack
Huston as Charlie,

a guardian angel tasked
with reuniting the two.

An angel?

Well, that depends on you, my friend.

I am here to help.

Now, tell me.

What's this about a girl?

We were meant to be married.

I fouled it up.

I'd need a miracle to
make things right again.

Well, lucky for you, it's Christmas time,

and there's a miracle
around every corner, pal.

Now where is this girl?

There she is.

Rebecca.

Say, what kind of game are you playing?

You've helped lost souls before, Charlie.

And you know good and well
why this time is different.

She's my wife.

Maybe in another life.

But tonight, she's your assignment.

A picture for the ages.

Our gift to you, our merry viewer.

Ms. Hardgrove?

Mr. Balaban see you now.

You've changed the ending.

Charlie is supposed to
pass up on his wings

and help James get the girl.

But instead, you have
him, what, watch Rebecca

as she drives out through
the tall iron gates

and into an uncertain future?

Yes.

It's real life.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Leave real life for reality TV shows.

This is a Christmas movie.

Yes, it is, but I think we have
a chance right now to bring

His Merry Wife! into the 21st century

and give audiences something
modern and something real.

Lucy, the title has an exclamation point.

Would you like a peppermint?

No, thank you.

You know, every other studio
passed on His Merry Wife!

But my grandfather, Harold
Balaban, saw the potential,

knew that it had all the
makings for a classic.

Right, and I love a classic.

I'm all for honoring the original version.

Good.

It's just that we are living
in a different time period now,

and I think this generation
would want its own voice.

My grandfather actually took
me with him to Biltmore when

he decided to visit the set.

I had to be, I don't know, all
of about seven at the time.

I'll tell you, there's something really

special about that place.

So maybe what you need is
to see it for yourself.

Let's send you down to Asheville.

Oh.

OK.

Good.

You're going tomorrow.

Oh, well, Christmas is in a few days.

So--
That's even better.

You get to see the place all lit up.

OK.

Mr. Balaban--

No.

Michael, please.

Michael.

Michael.

I'm just-- I'm really
not sure how to write

something I don't believe.

Lucy, I like you, and I think

you have a lot of promise.

But I also need a writer
who's on the same page.

OK?

Now, Sandy will get you all the notes,

take care of your travel plans.

You just go to Biltmore, have a good time.

Thanks.

Good.

Oh, and, Lucy, Lucy.

Yes.

I want a happy ending.

OK?

I wish it were different.

For a moment, you made me so very happy.

What are you doing, James?

Go after her.

Wouldn't change a thing, Charlie.

She's in love with a memory.

I never stood a chance.

Thank you for all of your help.

Help?

Is that what you gave him?

I'm so sorry.

I was selfish.

Just give me another
chance to try to fix it.

I'm afraid there's no time
for second chances now.

You know the rules, Charlie.

Christmas is almost over.

I don't care.

If you leave, you can
forget about those wings.

I never did like to fly.

What, I'm invested.

The guy spends the whole movie
trying to break those two up

and then suddenly has a change of heart

in the last 10 minutes.

Yeah, it's romantic.

It's convenient.

Oh.

You used to love this
movie when we were little.

You could practically
recite it from memory.

It's sappy.

He loves her, and he knows
it will make her happy.

And we know that when push comes to shove,

people will always choose
their own happiness.

OK, well, that is just the
cynical, tortured writer

side of you.

Some people really do
get a happily ever after.

So what are you going
to do about your script?

I don't know, man.

My career's been on life support
for the last three years.

I don't know that an opportunity like this

is going to come around again.

I think I just have to figure it out.

Do you think you're going
to be back by New Year's?

There's just somebody
I want you to meet.

No, Becca.

He's perfect for you.

You say that every time.

Because it's true almost every time.

And you never, ever give
these guys a chance.

Jack Huston could walked
through this door,

and you would find
something wrong with him.

That's not true.

Come on, you just have to
put yourself out there.

I'm just going to spare
myself the heartache.

Hey, you deserve a really great guy who

will sweep you off your feet.

I like my feet right where they are.

Plus, I have someone else's
happiness to worry about.

We're going to miss you this year,

and, you know, Dad promised
that he would go caroling.

Oh, yay.

I need a video of that.

OK.

And please try to get some
Christmas spirit before you're

visited by three pushy ghosts.

Pff, never.

OK, Merry Christmas.

I miss you.
Call me when you're back.

OK.
OK.

Bah, humbug.

Ms. Hardgrove?

Hi.

Welcome to the inn of the Biltmore Estate.

Lucy.

Oh, Winston.

We're so happy to have you here.

If you walk this way, I'll
show you to your room.

OK.

You know, William West visited
Biltmore when he was writing

the original His Merry Wife!

Hopefully we can be a
similar inspiration to you.

Here you go, your room, 359.

Thank you so much.

After you've had a chance to settle in,

I'd love if you could
join me for the evening

tour of Biltmore House.

Oh, thank you.

I think I'm probably just going
to sleep off some jet lag.

I think it'll be worth your time.

It starts in an hour.

Christmas at Biltmore is a tradition that

goes all the way back to 1895.

And we go to great
lengths to try to recreate

that same magic every year.

Our guests tell us that they sometimes

feel as if they've been
transported to another time.

Next up is the billiards room.

Come this way.

I can tell by the expressions
on your face that some of you

recognize this room.

What holiday classic was shot at Biltmore?

His Merry Wife!

You are correct.

Right this way.

Principal photography
began December of 1947

right here at Biltmore.

And many pieces from our collection

were incorporated into the film.

This banquet table you may
remember from the famous dinner

party scene.

No flash photography, please.

Right this way.

Here, we have the gown worn
by Ava Hayward in the film's

emotional conclusion.

You know, Hayward wasn't the studio's

first choice to play Rebecca.

In fact, at this point in time,
she was sort of considered box

office poison.

However, writer-director
Williams West cast her,

it revived her career, and she went

on to win two Academy Awards.

And here we have Mr.
Claude Lancaster,

Hollywood's Mr. Nice Guy.

He brought the star power to this project.

People say that he was
just as nice in person.

Jack Huston was a relative
newcomer with just a couple

of credits to his name.

Funny story-- he took a bit
part in a musical called Meet Me

in Poughkeepsie so he could
get on to the lot and meet

the studio head, Harold
Balaban, who he convinced

to get an audition for--

His Merry Wife!

His Merry Wife!

Sadly, Jack passed away and wasn't

able to enjoy the tremendous
success of the film.

He died the following Christmas.

Anyway, thank you very much for coming.

Enjoy the conservatory.

Lucy.

If you have time, there is one
more room I'd like you to see.

Oh.

Sure.

Hey, Lester.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

This is--

- our grand library.

It looks exactly the same.

I know.

You keep the prop on
display all year round?

Actually, the hourglass is not a prop.

It comes from Biltmore's
private collection.

Oh.

William West was so taken with it that he

wrote it into the script.

Hmm.

It's cracked.

So that happened during filming.

Luckily, they were able to repair it.

All it's got is that
little infringement now.

It's usually in a safe vault, but I had it

brought out especially for you.

I thought you might like to see
it in person before it leaves.

Leaves?

It's being loaned to the Smithsonian

as part of their Golden Age
of Hollywood exhibition.

Oh, that's exciting.

Speaking of Hollywood, it's the studio.

I'll give you a minute.
Pardon me.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Balaban.

Lucy.

How are those rewrites coming?

Great.

I'm happy to hear it because
we were hoping to see

those new pages by the first.

The first of?

January.

Lucy?
Hello?

Uh.

Lucy.

Yes.

I'm still here.

We've been shuffling the release schedule,

and we're eyeing an earlier date.

Now, I know that's a fast turnaround,

but I have faith in you.

Thank you, Mr. Balaban.

I will do my best to
get you what you need.

It is a very short time frame.

But I will get it to you.

Mr. Balaban?

Hello?

Oh.

Sorry.

Excuse me, do I can get
some service around here?

Well, Crafty's in front of the building.

They serve a mean cup of coffee.

Funny guy.

What is going on?

Why is everybody in costume?

You're a funny girl.

We're making a major motion picture--

His Merry Wife!

What is that?

You look just like him.

Who?

Jack Huston.

Well, I hope so.

I am him.

Who are you supposed to be in that getup?

Mr. Huston.
Yeah?

They need you on set.

What scene are we filming?

22.
Well, hold on.

Give me a sec, Gus.

I'm talking to-- myself.

Let's go make a movie.

OK, Lucille Hardgrove,
this is not what it looks like.

There's a perfectly rational
explanation for everything

looking like the 1940s.

What is happening?

You're jet lagged.

You're daydreaming.

Take a deep breath.

Here we go.

3, 2, 1.

Lucy.

Ms. Hardgrove?

Did you see it?

Are they still there?

What?

Sorry.

Where are the lights and
the people in costume?

I'm not sure what you mean.

Are you all right?

Hi, Mr. Balaban.

It's Lucy.

I'm really sorry.

Our call dropped.

I'm not really sure what happened.

Anyway, give me a buzz
back when you get a chance.

Thank you.

Oh, I wish I had known people
were going to dress up.

I would have brought my fascinator.

It's just like the one Eva Hayward wears.

What do you mean dress up,
like historical reenactments

or like cosplay characters from the film?

Yeah, so you can take pictures
with all the decorations.

It's in the brochure.

It's in the brochure.

Uh-huh.

I'm Margaret.

I'm Lucy.

Well, Lucy, we better double
time it if we're going

to get there before it starts.

It what?

The tree lighting.

Oh.

Come on.

So are you here with family?

No, I'm a--

I'm a writer.

I'm here on work.

Oh, what do you write?

Movies.

How glamorous.

Yeah, it's fun.

Have you ever met
Sandra Bullock.

Sadly, no.

Oh, well, that's too bad
because I read somewhere

that she is very nice.

Hey, you should write a movie for her.

This trip was my
Christmas gift to myself.

I wanted to visit
for as long as I can remember.

Because of His Merry Wife!

How'd you know?

You seem like a fan.

Yeah.

My mother and I used to watch
it every year at Christmas.

It was our little tradition.

She would make a big bowl of popcorn,

and then we'd break
out the box of Kleenex.

It's my absolute favorite movie.

Being here, it's a little like I'm in it.

Like, oh, look, right over there
is where Rebecca first meets

James's disapproving parents.

Oh, and that is where Charlie
sees Rebecca for the first time

and realizes his last assignment
to get his wings is the woman

he loves.

Oh, and when he races
through the Italian garden

to stop her from leaving.

I mean, they just don't
make men like that anymore.

There are so many locations
I want to get photos of.

I mean, this was a major motion picture.

I'll be right back.

OK.

Oh, this cannot-- this
cannot be happening.

Hey, you're not supposed to be back here.

Oh.

This is a closed set.

Mr. West's orders.

Mr. West?

We're going to need for
you to come with me.

There you are.
You're late.

The boys from central casting told

me you'd be here an hour ago.

Sandra, right?

Candy cane girl?

Yes.

We got to get you to wardrobe.

Follow me.

Here's a piece of advice for me to you.

Time is money in this business.

And if you're not 5 minutes
early, you're 10 minutes late.

What on earth are you wearing?

Looks like they flubbed your measurements

at the agency.

Nothing we can do now.

All right, OK.

This is all going to be over,
just like it was last time.

1, 2, 3.

You were due on set 15 minutes ago.

Put this on, and get to set.

All right, it's the night
of the big Christmas to do.

You've just told your
folks that you plan to wed,

and they threaten to
cut you out of the will.

But you love her.

But you need his help.

Now, remember, nobody can see
you except for the big lug

here.

Yes, sir.

Ready for rehearsal?

I think we got it.

Let's go again.

Places, everyone, places.

Speed.

Music.

Action.

Don't look now, but I
think we have an audience.

Will your parents ever approve of me?

Oh, hush now.

They'll come around, kid.

And if they don't?

Tell her that you'll whisk her away.

I'll whisk you far away from me.
Whisk?

And I'll tell her that
you'll buy her a house.

Buy us a house of our own.

A house?

Tell her that you'll fill it with roses.

And fill it with roses.

Roses?

One for every day since
you walked into my life.

Oh, that's a nice touch, kid.

Well, that'd be grand if I
weren't allergic to them.

Mmm.

Sorry about that, old sport.

I thought that was right on the money.

And cut.

Oh, stop stepping on my line, sweetheart.

My apologies.

Next time, I'll aim for your feet.

Hmm.

Thank you, Peggy.

Hi, there.

Hi.

I'm Jack Huston.

You got a name?

Oh, Sandra.

Sandra.

Sandra?

Bullock.

Well, Ms. Bullock, it's
nice to meet you, again.

Yeah.
Now, look at this.

It's been 10 seconds, and you
haven't bolted for the door.

So I'd say we're already
off to a better start.

Oh, I've been here too long.

Do you have somewhere that you need to be?

You could say that.

Well, I did say that.

Did you see where that
security guard went?

Yeah, he went that way.

Great.

Oh.

Hey, hold this for me, Gus.

Ms. Bullock, what was with
the disappearing act earlier?

Don't they need you for the next scene?

Nah.

They're filming the
final scene of the movie.

Well, last time I
checked, you were in that.

That's news to me.

What do you mean?

Whoa, watch your head.

What do you mean?

No, Charlie gives up
a chance at his wings,

he chases Rebecca out into the garden,

they share a final goodbye,
and she reunites with James.

That's the end of the movie.

No, that's not the script that I read.

It's not?
No.

But what made you say that?

Because I've been thinking of
something along those lines,

and nobody will go for it.

I am Sandra.

I'm starting to think it's me.

She said she was an actress.

Well, where did she go?

You-- how-- where did you come from?

I can explain.

No, I can't.

You weren't there.

And then you were there.

What are you wearing?

Why are you here?

Well, you were so upset.

I was worried.

You said you'd be right back, and you

were gone almost an hour.

An hour.

An hour!

OK.

Hey, is that the one from the movie?

Yeah, don't touch it.

Why not?

Ladies, I'm sorry, we're about
to close up for the night.

Oh.

Sorry.

I just was here to take
photos of the hourglass

for my research.

And I'm sure we'll be
able to accommodate you

during the appropriate hours.

Sure, sure.
Yeah.

Sorry.

By the way, I love this costume.

Oh.

Straight out of the movie.

Yeah.

It's funny.

Hey, you've been running
the His Merry Wife! tour

for quite some time, right?

I have.

So you must know a bit
about the obscure trivia

surrounding the production.

Yes.

Are you thinking of something specific?

Have you heard anything
about an alternate ending?

There were rumors.

Nothing substantiated.

What kind of rumors?

Well, that it was more
somber, something bittersweet.

What happened to that?
Why did William West change it?

Did the studio step in?

No one knows.

I don't think we'll ever know.

Everyone involved with that
production has passed on.

I think that ending is lost to history.

Please.

Rebecca, it's all my
fault. You have to stop.

Charlie.

How?

You can see me?

Just for now, Charlie.

Well, then we don't have much time.

And I want you to know that I love you,

and I have always loved you.

And I don't want to be the
thing that's holding you back.

The greatest gift that you can
give me is to live your life

and find a little happiness.

Now, he's a little stiff.

But you could do worse.

Merry Christmas, Charlie.

Merry Christmas.

Lucy, I hope you can join us tonight

for the gift-giving event.

It's been a tradition here since 1895.

Did you know on the first
Christmas Biltmore opened

its doors, it was to
the employees' families

in the spirit of generosity, gratitude?

And there was a handpicked gift
under the tree for each child

and staff member.

That's a lovely tradition.

Yes, it is.

Did you also know that the hourglass

was gifted to the Biltmore
collection that very same

Christmas?

Yes.

Speaking of that hourglass, you mentioned

that you had other props and costumes

from the movie in storage.

There's not enough room
to put them all out.

Right.

Could I possibly take a
look at some of those?

I'm not sure it's worth your while.

It's mostly extras' costumes, and they've

been in mothballs for years.

Please.

Sure.
Come on.

OK.

OK.

Ah.

I'll pay you back.

Scout's honor.

You know, I knew that outfit
you were wearing last night

looked familiar.

And then I remembered where I saw it.

It was on the tour.

But here's the funny part.

It was still there this
morning on display.

You appeared out of thin air wearing

clothes from another time.

There can only be one explanation.

You're a ghost.

I'm not a ghost.

And you're trapped here at Christmas

with unfinished business.

I'm literally holding
something in my hand.

I can help.

If you need to get a
grave message to a loved

one or right some wrong--

I went back in time to 1947.

What?

They were filming
His Merry Wife! here,

and then the costumer thought that I

was the actress playing
the candy cane girl,

so they put me in that outfit.

But then I came back.

And it was really weird.

Oh.
I know.

I know.
Hold on.

Here.
You all right?

How long were you there?

The first time, I think I--

The first time?

You went back more than once?

Yes.

Well, I had to make sure I wasn't crazy.

Still haven't arrived
at an answer, honestly.

Is that why you're looking
through the old wardrobes?

Are you planning to go back?

Yeah, I got something
I got to do.

This is unbelievable, right?

How did this even happen?

The hourglass was sitting
there, I turned it over,

and it brought me here.

I mean there but here.

Before I knew it,
I was just standing

there talking to Jack Huston.

Is he just as charming in real life?

He's kind of pushy, actually.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, I understand.

You're going back for him.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Oh, that is just about the most romantic

thing I have ever heard.

No, I promise I'm not
going back for anyone.

So if you're not going
back for Jack Huston,

then what are you going back for?

I can't believe you didn't tell me

you were writing the
remake of His Merry Wife!

Who's going to play Charlie?

Oh, you should ask that Ryan Reynolds.

I mean, he would be perfect.

He's got just the right
amount of charisma.

What, what does any of this have to do

with you going back in time?

Well, I have to find out what
was in that original ending

and why they changed it.

["HARK!

THE HERALD ANGELS SING" PLAYING]

Hark, the
Herald angels sing,

glory to the newborn king.

Peace on Earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.

Joyful all ye nations rise.

Join the triumph of the skies.

Hark, the herald angels sing,
glory to the newborn king.

You look great.

What are you doing here?

I'm your backup.

My backup?

Well, I just thought
that in case something

goes wrong on this end,
you might need somebody.

Oh, no, that's OK.

It's your Christmas vacation.

You should go enjoy it.

Are you kidding?

This is the most exciting thing
that's ever happened to me.

OK.

So how's this work?

So when I turned the
hourglass the first time,

there were only a few minutes of
sand left, which is why I think

my first trip was so short.

But the second time,
I got the full hour.

So you'll only be gone an hour.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

I mean, what if you change
something in the past?

Won't that affect the future?

It's going to be fine.

What if somebody suspects you?

Well, I've seen His Girl
Friday like a dozen times.

I think if I just throw in a
buster here and a fella there,

I'll blend right in.

OK.

OK.

Lucy?

Good luck.

And say hey to Jack for me.

Not today, ladies.

Not today.

Not before coffee.

Well, hiya, girls.

I'll sign it for if you want.

I'm in the picture, too.

The name is Jack Huston.

Here.

There you are.

Ah.

Mr. West, got an idea for you, sir.

And then get this, he gives up
his wings because he loves her.

What do you think?

I think he should stick
to saying the lines

and not writing them.

But you'll consider it?

Ms Bullock?

Ms. Bullock.

Oh.

Now, you listen here.

You can't just march up on a dame

and give her the what for, buster.

Hey.

Excuse me.

Let go of me.

I am not a piece of luggage.

No, you're absolutely right.
Luggage comes with a tag.

It lets you know where it came from.

Who are you?
Where are you from?

We called central casting,
and no one knows who you are.

Are you even Sandra Bullock?

I'm Lucy Hardgrove.

And you may not believe this,
but I'm from the studio.

Studio?

You don't say.

Yes.

Well, Mr. Balaban, he heard
about all the discord on set.

He sent me to keep an eye on things.

Really?
Yes.

He's a very busy man.

Prove it.

Oh, you took a bit part
in Meet Me in Poughkeepsie

so that you could audition for
this part and get on the lot.

Do you know I camped
in front of that parking spot

for three days?

How did you know that?

Well, I told you,
Mr. Balaban sent me.

All right, well, obviously,
this is a misunderstanding.

I apologize, Ms.
Hardgrove, and I hope

there are no hard feelings.

Of course not.

He really doesn't give up his wings.

Ms. Hardgrove.

I just want to introduce myself.

Claude Lancaster.
I know.

I'm such a fan.

I just loved you in Mr.
Grayson Takes a Vacation.

Oh, well, I have to
say, I've heard nothing

but wonderful things about you.

From whom?

Well, Harold Balaban.

I'm so pleased that he's
responded to my concerns.

There's still time to replace her.

Replace her?

Yes, it pains me to even suggest it,

but Hayward's last three films were flops.

She'll sink us.

But don't you worry
your pretty little head.

I have got some ideas
for who we might get.

Took the liberty of
jotting the names down.

And Mr. Balaban is on board with this?

I thought that's why you were here.

Just testing you.

Ava.

You don't think they would
shut us down, do you?

There'd be no reason.

Besides the fact that
we're behind schedule

and over budget?

Yeah, besides that.

Then no.

None at all.

Shoot.

Hiya.
There you are.

Oh.

No.

No, no, no, no.

It's OK.

I'll take the blame.

I'll say it's my fault. It's OK.

Get this cleaned up.

What in the world?

Ah.

Ma.

Buzz off, McGee.

I know what you're doing.

Reading the funny pages?

You've been sending word to Mr. Balaban

that there's trouble on set,
trying to muscle me out.

Well, that's a one-way
ticket to the naughty list.

Paranoia is an ugly look on you, Ava.

Yeah?

Well, that suit's not
exactly doing you any favors.

That's some crack.

Yeah, but can you fix it?

Not sure.

I need that hourglass.

For the movie-- picture.

I'll do what I can.

I can't make any promises.

There she is.

Well, that was some spill you took.

Give her some space.

I hope somebody got the
license plate of that bus.

She's concussed.

I'm fine.

Thanks.

Lucy, what year is it?

1947.

Ah.

And who's the president?

Oh.

Mm, yeah, we should get her to a doctor.

No, no, I know this.

Truman?

That a girl.

Oh, where did he go?
Who?

Oh, the man with the hourglass.
Gus?

Where did he go?

I think he went that way.

Who's your friend, and what's her hurry?

Well, it's Balaban's girl.

Just flew in from LA.

Strange duck.

Yes, she is.

An angel?

Well, now that depends on you, my friend.

I am here to help.

Now, what's this about a girl?

We were meant to be married.

I fouled it up.

I'd need a miracle to
make things right again.

Well, lucky for you, it's Christmas time,

and there's a miracle
around every corner, pal.

Now where is this girl?

There she is.

Rebecca.

And cut.

We good?

It's North Carolina, not the North Pole.

Gus?
Yeah.

He left.

He left?

Is he coming back today?

No.

Said he needed to take the
hourglass off site after you

cracked that thing like an egg.

OK.

When is the call time tomorrow?

It's Christmas Eve.

We're off.

But he should be back for
the party tomorrow night.

Ava, how do I look?

Up to something.

Oh, no, no, no.

She's a stranger in a brand new place.

I just thought she might
enjoy some company for supper.

That's all.

So you can sweet talk her
into a three-picture deal

over martinis?

I'm a gentleman, Ava.

I'm going to wait for dessert.

Stop it Jack.

Is this seat taken?

I'm expecting someone.

Ah.

What looks good?

Ha, figgy pudding.

Have you ever had figgy pudding?

Once when I was a kid.

What's in it, I wonder?

Figs.

Say, you don't suppose that's
where they got the name,

do you?

Would you care to join me?

Well, if you insist.

Now, you sure he won't mind?
Who?

The gentleman that you're waiting for.

I'm not waiting for anyone.

Gee, you don't say.

Now, I hope that Mr. Balaban
knows just how grateful

I am to be in this picture.

And I want to assure him--

thank you.

And I want to assure him
that a bet on Jack Huston

is a surefire winner.

And you'd like me to put
in a good word for you.

No, I mean, only if you really mean it.

I don't think that I need to.

I think your work really
speaks for itself.

I mean, a soda is a nickel here.

It's not where you're from?

No.

And where is that exactly?

Santa Monica.

Oh, Santa Monica.

By way of Ohio.

Oh.

That must be tough being this far away

from home at Christmas time.

Yeah, it's definitely not what I expected.

And what would you be
doing if you weren't here?

My sister and I go
caroling every Christmas.

It's kind of a tradition.

We hit every house in the neighborhood

until our voices are hoarse.

Then we drink hot chocolate.

Now that is something
that I can help with.

You know a good hot
chocolate joint around here?

I know a great hot chocolate joint.

All right.

I'm not hungry, anyway.

Let's go.

Well, what about you?

Any Christmas traditions?

Well, we didn't have a
lot when I was growing up.

But my father, who worked at a factory,

made sure that he'd always saved
enough money to take my mother

and I to a nickelodeon on
Christmas Day every year.

And my mother would always insist

that I choose the picture,
and I always chose a comedy

because they were her favorite.

And I would sit in that dark theater,

light dancing in her
eyes, watching her laugh.

And that was the best Christmas gift.

Is that why you wanted to become an actor?

It sure is, yeah.

I started out as a stunt man.

I had a job on a cowboy
picture called Wagons West.

And the actor got bucked off
the pony, and I fit the chaps.

I got a promotion.

I got two lines, which
I still remember.

"He ain't lying, sheriff.

The horse belongs to Billy the Kid."

That was you?

So you've seen it?

Yes, I've seen it.

I watch a ton of Turner Classic
Movies and the Criterion

Collection and--

You lost me, bright eyes.

I'll need a map to find my way back.

That's always been my dream,
to be up on that silver screen,

to see my name in lights.

Mm.

Yeah, really make your mark in the world.

Yeah.

So I hope your boss can
find it in his heart to keep

this movie up and running.

I've got a very good feeling
about this little picture.

I think it's going to be the one.

Mm.

Now, who are you really?

What do you mean?

Well, nobody hoofs it all the
way from Ohio to Hollywood

to sit behind a desk.

No, no, let me guess.

You're not an actress.

No.

Singer?

Ah.

You're a writer.

How did you know that?

Yeah, lucky guess.

How did you know that?

It's lucky guess, Lucy.

Now tell me your story.

Uh.

Well, I'm not sure there's too
much I can say about myself.

Well, hold on now, that's not fair.

I just told you my sad story.

You got to tell me something.

Start at the beginning.

What's your favorite color?
Green.

Green.
What's your favorite number?

17 and 1/2.

What's your picture?

Wagons West.

We had a poinsettia on
our table every Christmas.

My mother was a seamstress
for the mayor's wife,

and she would gift us one
every season because she

said it wasn't really
Christmas until

you had your "poin-settia."

Are you still close with your folks?

No.

I've been an orphan for a long time.

They both passed.

Sorry.

My mother actually left when I was little.

So it's just been my dad
and my sister and me.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's OK.

Thank you.

But I learned a valuable lesson.

If you put your faith in
people, eventually they're

going to break your heart.

So you have to protect yourself.

You know?

I've been giving a lot of thought

to your idea about Charlie
giving up his wings for love.

And I think that he would.

Would you?

What?

Would you really give up what you wanted

more than anything else in the world

for someone else's happiness?

I don't know.

But I hope that one day, I love
someone enough to find out.

Detective pictures.

What?

What you write, you write detective

pictures like Dorothy Parker.

What makes you say that?

Well, I mean, you don't strike me

as the sword and sandals type, and you're

a little down on romance.

I am-- what--

I am not down on romance.

I just want to write something
that's real and meaningful.

Mm.

Can't get any more meaningful
than two lonely hearts

finding a little slice of
happiness in this crazy world.

Give a little hope to us poor saps.

As my friend Jimmy likes
to say, "The best movies,

they inspire us.

They show us what we could be,
appeal to our better angels."

That's very good.

Thank you.

Yes.

I don't write detective pictures.

Oh, oof.

Usually, I am very good at this.

Hold on.

Let me see.

You're an early riser.

Night owl.

Mmm.

Ah.

You prefer dogs to cats

Meow, meow.

You like your coffee with cream and sugar.

Black.

Mmm.

You arrived at parties
late and you leave early.

Now that I do.

Me too.

See?

Give me your hand.

Oh, gosh.

I forgot.

OK.

High five.

It's like good job.

Come on, try.

High five.

Yeah, it's something we do where I'm from.

Santa Monica.

By way of Ohio.

Huh.

Oh, Ms. Majors.

Yes?

Have you seen this Hardgrove?

What?

No.
Why?

Well, she mentioned she wanted to take

some additional reference
photos of the hourglass.

I thought I'd give her a
chance before it's gone.

Gone?

Where?

It's going to be picked up by
the Smithsonian curator right

after the holiday party.

Tomorrow night?

Yeah.

So if you see her, you'll tell her?

Well, thank you for the hot
chocolate and the company.

See?

I'm not half bad if you don't
race off mid conversation.

Well, good night.

Well, no, I'm going to
walk you to your room.

Oh, oh.

No, that won't be necessary.

I insist.

Uh.

Oh, well, this is-- this is me.

Huh.

Are you sure?

Sure.

And you're sure you're sure?

I'm sure I'm sure.

That's funny because 359, that's mine.

Oh, three.

Oh, does that say three?

Um, I'm one floor up.

So I guess I'm walking you to your door.

You're a little screwy, aren't you?

Honey, you have no idea.

Good night, Lucy.

Good night.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.
Yes.

I think Judy Garland is
stuck in your elevator.

I can hear her shrieking.

In E flat.

I hear your Balaban's girl.

You're not really thinking of
recasting Rebecca, are you?

Where did you get that idea?

Lancaster.

Rewrites?

Well, a film is ever evolving.

It's a good ending.

I'm sorry they're making you change it.

No one's asked me to change it.

They didn't?

Not unless you're the messenger.

No, I like it.

Huh.

I will admit Harold had his reservations,

but it's the only ending I could see.

Yes, it's honest.

I mean, life rarely
gives us happy endings.

That's true.

My dad always says Christmas
is good for two things,

and one of them is reconnecting
with people we love.

What's the other?

Eggnog.

You heard her.

Two, please.

Thanks.

Hey, cheers.

We were together for 15 years.

Mmm.

Every Christmas, I'd always
ask for the same thing--

a new tie.

She always insisted on tying it for me

to make sure it was straight.

It's the only time I ever
let her fuss over me.

And then one day, she told me
that she was tired of sharing

me with my job.

I can't blame her.

It's a lonely life.

Have you thought about
telling her that you miss her?

Great gal like that doesn't
wait around for an old fool

like me to come to his senses.

Thanks, but I would rather
spare myself the heartache.

It doesn't seem like you've
been spared much at all.

What are you going to
do for Christmas, Lucy?

I know, let's time travel back
to 1947 and get stuck there.

Why couldn't the hourglass be a DeLorean?

Hi.

Don't stop on my account.

I was enjoying the show.

Actually, you're in time for the duet.

Oh.

Oh, brother.

I mean, you said for
yourself, you go caroling

every Christmas Eve, right?

That's true.

Well, you know "Jingle Bells"?

Do I know "Jingle Bells"?

Say, do I know "Jingle "Bells"?

Oh, excuse me.

Dashing through the snow--

Oh.

- on a one horse open sleigh.

O'er the fields we go,
laughing all the way.

Bells on bobtail ring.

There it is.

Making spirits bright.

Nice.

What fun it is to laugh and sing

a sleighing song tonight.

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells,

jingle all the way.

Oh, what fun it is to ride
in a one horse open sleigh.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

Jingle all the way.

Beautiful.

Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse

open sleigh.

There we go.

That's--

They never should have cut you
for Meet Me in Poughkeepsie.

Better save the encore.

You hear the news?

What news?

Hayward's out.

She's fired?

She quit.

What do you mean she's gone?

Peggy said that she grabbed
all of her stuff and took off.

Had the sound guys toting her luggage.

Maybe it's time to replace her.
No.

You can't.

What about everything you shot already?

We'll cut our losses.

There's nothing we can do.

The studio will jump at the
chance to cast a bigger name.

It was the fight of my
life to get them to agree

to Ava in the first place.

Just give me today.

I'll find her.

Please, it's Christmas Eve.

One day.

Hey, wait, where are you going?

Hold on.

Lucy, what are you going to do?

I'm going to go search every
hotel, airport, and bus station

until I find her.
She can't have gotten far.

Why are you sticking your neck out?

You heard what West said.

Your boss never wanted her.

He'll probably be over the moon.

Any meddling behind his back is
going to land you in hot water.

Now, I like Ava.

But you don't owe her anything.

Yes, I do.

This whole thing happened
because I came in.

I'm going to make it right now.
Is there a phone around here?

Lucy, you may be OK with
crossing Mr. Balaban,

but I got a three-picture
deal on the line.

I understand.

I do, actually.

I think there's a phone at the inn.

Hop in, kid.

I got a tip from the parking attendant.

I heard that she was headed
for the train station.

Come on.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

What time is it?

Oh, it's going to be a
miracle if we find her.

Well, lucky for you, it's Christmas time,

and there's a miracle around every corner.

That's a line from the movie.

It's a good line.

Ah, see?

There she is.

Ava.

Save your breath, Huston.

I've made up my mind.

Come on.

Come back to set.

We need you.

You and I both know I
wasn't the studio's choice,

first, second, or third.

Mr. Balaban's had my
replacement lined up for weeks,

with the enthusiastic endorsement of Mr.

Claude Lancaster no doubt.

Who cares what they think?

You were born to play this role.

She's right.

Worst thing you can do in this business

is overstay your welcome.

The audience gave up
on me a long time ago.

Maybe it's time I took the hint.

What are you going to do?

I haven't decided yet.

Maybe I'll buy a farm with
some chickens and an old goat.

A goat?

Yes, get a slice of that simple life.

Listen.

I know things seem bad right now.

But you are destined for great things,

and it all starts with this part.

Your friend talks like a fortune cookie.

I know, that's a part of her charm.

Now arriving, 6:20 to New York.

Well, I appreciate the pep
talk, but that's my train.

You can't go.

Hey, you know what?

Lucy, let her go.

She can't hack it anyway.

What?

Have you heard back from Hepburn yet?

Uh, well, actually, we're
going to go with Veronica Lake.

I think Claude's a big fan.

Oh, I bet he is.

Ah, Ava, I'm so sorry.

This is business movie talk.
It doesn't it concern you.

Sayanora, arrivederci, all that.

Send us a postcard when you get there.

Mm.

He says he's going to give her
a top billing.

Oh, is that so?

And the bigger dressing room.

You don't say.

You know, Claude is a swell guy.

Swell, my foot.

Claude Lancaster wouldn't
know good intentions if it

knocked him upside the head.

And if he thinks for one
second he's going to replace me

with one of those silly actresses

from his Christmas list, well,
he's got another thing coming.

And for the record, I saw
right through this little song

and dance.

But does that mean you're
coming back with us anyway?

I just remembered.

I'm allergic to goats.

Oh, boys?

Well, we just squeaked by.

Hey.

Thanks, fellas.

Well, now you are an odd duck,
but I think I got your number.

Oh?

You say that you're a solo act, but you

seem to care an awful lot about
the happiness of other people.

Well, guess you've got me all figured out.

Almost all figured out.

There is one thing
I'd like to know.

What's that?

Would you like to be my
date to the Christmas party?

Oh, brother.

Is it too late to pick the chickens?

Yes.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Ava lent her dress.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Cheers.

Now, the family started this tradition

of handing out presents on
Christmas Eve back in 1895.

Can you believe that?

It's been nearly 52 years.

Is that--

Mm-hmm, that's Bill's wife.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hi.

Hi.

Well, I see you managed to
corral our wayward star.

Yes, with a little help.

I wanted to thank you.

Oh.

I took your advice and called
my wife and apologized,

told her I missed her.

What did she say?

She asked me what took me so long.

You know, I guess my
happy ending was always there.

I just needed to open my eyes and see it.

And maybe these characters
deserve a happy ending, too.

He ain't lying, sheriff.

The horse belongs to Billy the Kid.

Oh, you got me.

Well, if I don't see you before
tomorrow, Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Oh.

Hello.

I know your secret.

Oh?

Mm, you talked Ava back into the picture.

Yes, well, you have
nothing to worry about.

She's going to be great.

Oh, we had a plan.

You had a plan.

There was no we.

Ah, see, now that's where
you're wrong, Ms. Hardgrove.

May I cut in?

No.

Yes.

Hi.

Hi.

I should have known that your dance

card would have filled up the minute

you stepped on the dance floor.

This is where I admit
I have two left feet.

Ah, well, then just follow my lead.

You know, the thought
has just occurred to me

that it is Christmas
Eve, and I didn't

get you a Christmas gift.

I don't need a gift.

Yeah, but I want you to have one,

and I think I know just the thing.

I can't take your watch.

Yes, you can because I think
that you use it more than I do.

And next time you're running late,

well, you can think of me.

I will.

Thank you.

What are you doing
New Year's Eve?

If you don't have to get back
to Los Angeles right away,

there's a little shindig
down in the village.

Um.

What?

Too much too soon?

I just-- I feel like I have
always meant to know you.

And now that I've met you, I can't

see a future without you in it.

Oh, gosh.

I'm sorry.

What am I doing?

This isn't real.

None of this is real.

Lucy.

No.

I'm so sorry.

I wasn't expecting you.

Oh, Ms. Hardgrove, I've
been looking for you.

Oh.

Is everything all right?
Yes.

Thank you.

Well, we were able to fix the hourglass.

What?
The hourglass.

I took care of it.

Good as new
Thank you.

Where is it?

It's in the prop master's
truck, parked right out front.

All right.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Here, sweetheart.

Peppermint.

Michael.

Michael, I told you to
stay where I could see you.

Your grandfather will be back as soon

as he's talked to Mr. West.

Michael Balaban?

Well, that means your grandfather is--

Harold.

He just got in.

Come along now.

Where's West?

I'm not sure, sir.

I think his wife just arrived.

Do you know how much money
I've sunk into this picture?

Too much for him to
take a second honeymoon.

Absolutely.

I just wanted to talk to
you about Ms. Hardgrove.

Who?

Ms. Hardgrove?

The studio liaison you sent.

Son, if I sent someone in my place,

why would I be standing here?

But she's been on set for days.

Probably works for one of those tabloids.

You, come here.

I want you to find this
Hardgrove lady, now.

Oh, I just can't thank
you enough for taking

me through the house again.

Twice.

It's just so much to see.

And we only have a few
dozen more items to get to.

We're going to have to
get to that tomorrow

because I have got--

But I won't be here tomorrow.

I'll get Paige.

I'll get--

What happened?

It's my trick knee.

It always acts up in the cold.

Lucy.

Can we talk?

I have to go.

Go where?

Why?

I can't explain it right now.

Lucy.

Jack, I'm not who you think I am.

What does that mean?

Who are you?

There she is.

Oh, no.

Ms. Majors, stop.

Lucy.

Why are you running?

What is going on?

You can trust me.

Talk to me.

OK.

I'm not from the studio.

Where are you from?

I'm from the future.

Huh?

What's the gag?

I'm from 80 years in the future, Jack.

I turned an hourglass,
the one that I broke,

and it brought me here, and now I'm stuck.

You're serious.

If they find me, they'll take me away,

and I'll never be able to get home.

Let me in, Jack.

Give me a key for this door.

I know it sounds crazy.

I do.

Let me in!

You got five seconds to
open this door, Huston,

or you could kiss your career goodbye.

I just need to get to the hourglass

on the prop master's truck.

There's a back door, up those stairs.

Go.

I'll buy you some time.

Thank you.

Jack.

Go.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Lucy.

I'm glad that you came into my life,

even if it was only for a little while.

Oh, Jack, there's something you
need to know about your life.

On Christmas Eve 1948--

Where's the girl?

Hiya, fellas.

Where's the girl?

Don't be smart with me, Huston.

I saw her come in the room.

Now where did she go?

She went home, Balaban.

Home.

Where do you think you're going?

Oh, hi, I was looking for you.

Save it.

I know you're not from the studio.

Fine, you got me.

I'll see myself out.

Ah, ah, ah.

Not so fast.

Mr. Balaban would like a word first.

She's a fraud!

I'll take care of this one.

Thank you.

And another thing.

I'll be taking top billing and the bigger

dressing room, buster.

But it's Christmas Eve.

Can't it wait until tomorrow?
I'm sorry.

The curator's waiting.

Lucy!

Wait.

Please, please, just one more day.

There you are.

Finally.

Oh, thank goodness.

Your friend was very determined that you

have one last chance to see the hourglass

before we took it away.

Thank you.

I'm all set.

Where have you been?

It's a long story.

Well, did you find it,
what you were looking for?

No.

No.

I tried to warn him.

I guess some things are
just always meant to be.

They're showing His Merry
Wife! in the theater soon.

I could save you a seat.

No, thank you.

I think I'll just call it a night.

Don't look now, but I
think we have an audience.

Will your parents ever approve of me?

Oh, hush now.

They'll come around, kid.

And if they don't?

Tell her that you'll whisk her away.

Oh.

Hiya, kid.

Well, I'm sure glad you're back.

Couldn't let you hog all the spotlight.

Well, I guess you'll need

this, the rewrites from West.

Go on, read the last page.

Have yourself a merry little--

The old man had a change of heart.

Looks like you got your happy ending.

Yeah.

Cheers.

Mm.

Cheers.

Next year, all our
troubles will be out of sight.

Someday soon, we all will be
together if the fates allow.

Until then, we'll have to
muddle through somehow.

So have yourself a merry
little Christmas now.

I'm so glad you came into my life.

I don't regret it at all,
even just for a little while.

I wish you didn't have to leave.

I'm always going to be with you.

And when you look up the stars at night--

- I'm going to be there.

Merry Christmas, Charlie.

Merry Christmas.

Cut.

Nice work.

It is a lovely scene, Lucy.

I'm so glad you kept the happy ending.

Me too.

Oh.

You nailed it.

Great work, kid.

There won't be a dry
eye left in the house.

Thank you.

I can honestly say my
time here was worth it.

I can say it really was.

Peppermint?

I just had the strangest sense of deja vu.

Smile!

That is so exciting.

Would you excuse me for just a moment?

See you at the wrap party.

I want to talk next steps.

I see big things in your future.

Good.

Hi.

Oh.

Give me one sec.

What'd you think?

This is going to be better
than Check in to Christmas.

Whoa.

Fresh from its debut at the Smithsonian.

Still got time to put it in your movie.

Ha.

We've replaced it with a
different, less breakable prop.

I just thought you might
like to see it one last time

before it goes back in the vault,

considering your history.

Goodbye, Jack.

How are you here?

Well, you're a hard one
to forget, Lucy Hardgrove.

Now, I tried a thousand times
to get that hourglass to bring

me to you, and it never worked.

And then I remembered
something that you told me--

December 24, 1948.

I guess I just needed a
little Christmas magic.

The newspaper said that you died.

It's a cover story that we planted just

in case of an unexplained disappearance.

Does that mean you--

you stay?

Well, that depends on you.

You would really give up everything

you've ever known for me.

Why?

Because I love you.

Huh.

So this is the future, huh?

Yeah.

Stick with me, kid.

I'll show you around.

Well, I'm planning on it.

Merry Christmas, Jack.

Oh, merry Christmas, Lucy.