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Sometimes things just aren't meant to be.

Ah! His phone number. Text him.

KATE: OK. At first I was like, absolutely not.

And then something shifted.

If you've come to try make me shake my hips, don't bother.

The women of Blexford would become frenzied with desire.

-Mum's recipe. -You could take these to market.

-I'm living my dream right now. -Posh Pie Pop-Up.

You think you can stand me up again?

It's all just a little too good to be true.

You're the only one I wanted to be with.

[Festive bells ring and echo out]

[Upbeat festive music]

♪ Been dreaming all year

♪ Of loving Christmas cheer

♪ And cozy times around the fire... ♪

LAURA: A face-melting kiss?

And I had to hear about it from Callum?

I did not say that.

Why didn't you ring me?

-[Music continues in background] -I got home late.

Yeah, I bet you did! I need details.

For the record, I do not.

Look, I-- I just met the guy. But, yeah, it was...

-It was a great kiss, OK? -This is something!

I feel good about this! God, I love being right.

It's a little early for all that.

Let's talk your next move.

Have you texted him? Has he texted you?

[Sighs gently]

Ah! "That was better than a trip to Paris," he says.

And she says...

No reply? What, that's your move, Kate?

-It's not a move! -That is so a move!

-Please don't ghost him. -I won't! I wouldn't do that.

[Scoffs] What about the guy from Shoreditch?

-The graphic designer? -That was mutual.

Reggie?

That wasn't my fault.

I lost his number when I got a new phone.

Walter. The guy you met in Rome.

Something off about that one. My gut was telling me "no".

Great! This time, I want you to take all of those gut instincts

and do the complete opposite, because otherwise

you're going to overthink, worry, and back off.

Callum, back me up here.

In her defense, overthinking is part of her charm, so...

Thank you. This will come as a shock to you,

but I actually can do this without your input.

I just...

If he is as great as he sounds,

then this could be fun and exciting.

Callum, please, save me from this conversation.

How is your Posh Pie Pop-Up prep?

You're not going to believe this. We're out of chervil.

-[Laura and Kate gasp] -Yeah, and my mom always said,

"Chervil is the Hugh Grant of the recipe: without it,

the pies make no sense--"

-...or sensibility. -Oh, I get it.

You're gonna help me later on,

-right? -Of course. I'll be here.

And we will be there on the day, obviously. Don't worry.

I'm being invaded by influencers using the hashtag

-#PoshPieOhMy. -Oof!

I have a meeting with a brand person later on.

Sarah says it'll be great for me.

I've never needed to see a brand person, so I don't--

[Objects clatter and break in kitchen]

I'll be right back.

Yeesh. This whole pie situation is not happening

at the best time, eh?

No, poor guy.

-Text Richard back? -I will, OK?

But you know, you paid for 12 dates here,

so there will be more Richards.

There will be an embarrassment of Richards.

You can't just marry me off to the first Richard

who shows any promise.

Ahh! He shows promise?

Oh, Lord. OK. Here...

[Sighs annoyed]

-"I... -[Typing]

...had fun, too." Send. OK? Happy?

Yeah. Whatever. Fine. I just don't want you to miss out.

I'm not.

I am #winning. Winning at dating.

["Good King Wenceslas", a whimsical festive tune plays]

In a moment, you will enter Santa's workshop.

In order to escape, you and your date

will use the clues to complete the challenges.

[Phone buzzes]

RICHARD: Shout at anyone in a beret today?

WOMAN: Hey!

KATE: Hey!

Uh-- how was your baking thing?

-Ah, a non-starter, I'm afraid. -Mhm.

-I'm Marjorie, by the way. -Kate.

Phones.

Come on.

[Drew chuckles gently]

Kate, your date... awaits.

MARJORIE: Good luck.

[Sighs]: You too.

-Liam... Hi. -LIAM [In an Irish accent]: Hi.

You know each other?

We dated a few years ago.

Briefly. It didn't last... long.

That's 'cause you ghosted me.

Well...

Isn't this a magical coincidence? [Chuckles]

-[Sing-songy]: Enjoy! -[Door shuts]

[Magical festive tune]

DREW: It's Christmas Eve

and you, the night crew at the North Pole,

must tidy the mess in the workshop,

and it must all happen before Father Christmas

returns from delivering presents.

You'll have four tasks, 20 minutes each.

-Ready? Ho, ho, go! -[Festive bells jingle]

-I guess we should get started. -Yeah, I guess we should.

Uh... Yeah.

Fit the shapes in the spaces, seems doable.

[Snorts] Hmm...

-[Objects clatter] -Uh...

Hmm.

Yeah. So...

-Hmm... -[Object clicks into place]

Yeah!

Kind of a pattern guy, so...

I remember.

OK, maybe we should just nip this in the bud.

I did, indeed, ghost you,

but in my defense,

I didn't think I'd ever have to see you again. [Chuckles]

What I meant to say is that I'm sorry.

I do know it wasn't a cool move, so...

It's OK.

We're good?

You know, being ghosted tells you

how little someone thinks or cares about you.

-Liam, I-- -And...

It says a lot about the kind of person that they are, as well.

Wish I could go with you today.

You just focus on that pop-up thingy of yours. I'll be fine.

It's a dumb reason to miss

a tradition that means a lot to me.

It'll bring in more customers. Isn't that good?

I'm not changing how I do things here.

Not how I serve things or anything like that.

Just to go viral or something.

-I like how things are. -[Entry bell chimes]

-All right, Evelyn? -Ah, Mac.

If it wasn't for this pop up-- I really...

What exactly is a pop-up?

It's a temporary place to pick up Posh Pies.

People pop by. They pop in. I pop up.

I'll pop by and help you tomorrow.

Hey, wait, Mac could do it.

I could do what?

Every year Evelyn and I take a day trip to Brighton.

I am perfectly capable of driving myself.

-And the car is in good shape. -No, it's not.

I was on the London-Brighton train line for 15 years.

Don't think I've ever seen it by road.

That'd be quite fun, actually. Besides, I owe you one.

Fine.

But don't insult my car.

She's family.

[Kate sighs]

I mean, how can they expect us to find

one ball with a code on it? It's literally impossible.

Just 'cause something's hard, doesn't mean it's impossible.

"Impossible" is actually an entirely inaccurate description.

They wouldn't give us this challenge if it was impossible.

OK, look, I get it. I know that I was a bad, bad person.

But what is the statute of limitations on ghosting?

Because I just want us to move on, please.

Well, you should know...

that being ghosted makes you question everything.

Everything you said,

whether you came across as being gross or weird...

No, Liam, you're not gross or weird at all.

In fact, it was probably the opposite, because...

Whenever I start to really like somebody, I tend to walk away.

Because it's easier than just dealing with it, you know?

So... I guess this is my karma, is being locked

in a room with you having to face it.

-[Soft pensive music] -But...

I am sorry.

[Balls rustle]

-Oh-ho-ho! [Laughs] -No way!

-[They grunt] -The code!

-OK. -Oh Lord!

OK, OK, OK. [Grunts]

-Uhhh... -[Code clicks]

-[Success tone] -Ooh!

-[Loud thud; whimsical music] -[He laughs shocked]

[He continues to chuckle]

Oh. OK, fine. I forgive you.

Oh, let's go win this thing.

[Sighs deeply]

[Whimsical music continues]

[He grunts]

[She grunts, both chuckle]

[Music ends]

-Book club. -Yeah, sure. [Chuckles]

Oh, I can, uh-- One second...

Ah, no. Thank you, but no.

So, what's in Brighton?

You don't need to make small talk

or to fix anything.

Your job as passenger, Mac, is merely to passenge.

-"Theirs not to reason why". -[Soft playful music]

I always thought it was "wonder" why.

Well, clearly you don't know your Tennyson.

[Engine sputters and starts]

-"Forward, The Light Brigade!" -[Both laugh]

-I know my Tennyson. -[Music turns magical]

[Both grunt and sigh; gentle festive tune]

You know, I have a hard time believing

that Santa doesn't own more than one suit.

-Oh, pull that one. No... -Ugh...

This is hard. I-- I'm not left-handed.

I'm left-handed!

-What are we doing? -Yeah, let's switch.

-OK... -[Both grunt]

OK. Ready?

-Yeah. -OK. [Chuckles]

-LIAM: Sorry. -OK.

[Kate grunts]

-All right. You in? -Yeah, I'm good. [Sighs]

-Oh, so much better! -Such a relief!

OK, let's see. Oh, it's easy now!

-Yeah. -[Lights rattle]

OK.

So are you, um...

are you gonna go back to Dublin

for Christmas or...

Shock! She remembers my hometown.

The accent kind of gave it away.

-[He chuckles] -But of course I remember.

Do you remember anything about me?

Yeah, you were planning on going to Fiji with your mother

but you weren't looking forward to it,

and I was a little bit jealous.

You wanted to be the one going to Fiji with my mother?

Actually, she'd probably love that.

[Chuckles] No, I was jealous of the trip.

You travel,

you do art.

It's all pretty cool.

-[Music turns tender] -Oh, that's it, yeah!

Right, it's just this one place... oh...

-There you go! -This is pretty good, huh?

-We're getting there! -Oh, score!

[Excited festive music]

-MAC: I spy with my little-- -EVELYN: No.

-MAC: I spy with my little-- -EVELYN: No!

-MAC: Gone this way before? -EVELYN: Of course.

MAC: Because I am given cause to ask:

-Is this actually a road? -[Sheep bleats]

EVELYN: I prefer to drive in the real countryside.

[Mac laughs; sheep continue to bleat]

[Inquisitive festive music; car squeals to a stop]

[Glovebox clatters open]

[He shuts it but it clinks open again]

[Mac chuckles]

[Glovebox clatters]

I do not need, or want you, to fix anything.

But I am rather handy.

This car means a lot to me,

broken down, quirks and all.

She doesn't need fixing. I love her just how she is.

Fine. [Opens glovebox]

[Bleating; whimsical music]

[Engine sputters]

-Shall I look under the bo--? -No!

[Engine sputters]

I shall call the AA.

-[Blast] -Oh, nice!

So, what's dating life been like

since you disappeared without saying goodbye?

[Sighs] I've just been kind of focusing on other things.

'Cause dating's an all-around awful experience, isn't it?

You're just swiping on everyone's best-filtered photo,

always wondering if there's something better.

Makes finding someone feel like...

-[Blast] -some unwinnable game.

Yeah, sounds just about as bad as I remember it.

[Blast]

This has been a nice date, though.

Even if it is a little Hunger Games- y.

[Timer beeps]

Oh, my God. We have 10 seconds. Hurry!

-[Blasts] -Let me try.

-[Timer continues; blast] -BOTH: Oh!

A-ha! Got it!

-So you did! -[Hopeful music]

[Confetti blasts above]

Woo! Santa's little helpers have saved the day!

How did you manage to get the workshop

so cleaned up in time?

[Chuckles]

-Don't forget your phones. -Yes.

Thank you. Cheers.

I'm glad we got to do that.

-Me, too, it was fun. -Mhm.

Would you want to maybe get coffee tomorrow?

Sure.

-Two hot toddies. Enjoy. -Thank you.

[Soft music in background; gentle chatter]

I hope the AA can find the car. It's getting snowy and dark.

Someone's come down with a case of "the old ladies".

Oh, I do love being home in my bedroom slippers,

toasty by a fire.

[Mac chuckles]

Oof. That was quite a walk.

Well, it's good for your bones. How's your hip?

[Sighs] Not the same as before the motorbike threw me,

but it held up all right.

May I ask a personal question, on behalf of the village?

Kate's mom?

-What about her? -Well, what happened?

I mean, the village has all kinds of theories,

especially since no one's ever seen her.

I mean, my personal favorite is that she was a disgraced spy

-who was on the run. -[Laughs]

She'd love that. The truth is decidedly less dramatic.

A few months shy of 20 years together,

she decided she wanted a different life,

and I was the last to know.

But, that's all in the past.

-Is it? -Oh, absolutely.

I may have licked my wounds for a while,

but these things happen. You just have to carry on.

If she walked in now, I'd be fine.

WOMAN: The Santa Crawl has arrived!

Merry Christmas!

[People cheer and applaud; cheerful festive music]

Looks like they're in for a big night. [Chuckles]

[Soft emotional music]

OK. I am here.

I am ready.

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing,

but I'm dedicated. That's what counts.

Let's see. Hey, do you know where my dad is?

I seem to have lost him again.

Uh, didn't you want him to get a... what'd you call it?

A life outside of his weird birdhouse shed?

Mmm, I did say that.

But that doesn't mean he can just disappear.

What if he's in a ditch somewhere?

He's in Brighton with Evelyn. They left this morning.

And cut him some slack. He'll be back home soon.

He's in Brighton, with Evelyn?

[Scoffs]: You know, the least he could do

would be to send me a text

for the amount of time I spend worrying.

I'm surprised you got the time, given all your hot dates.

Where's Sarah? Thought she'd be here.

Yeah, she's busy with some new campaign, or something.

Even though this ridiculous event is all her idea.

I'm sure she wanted to be here.

-It's just such a busy time. -Yeah.

I appreciate you giving it the time.

I know that you're also busy, romancing half of London.

Do you keep, um, mistletoe in your pocket,

ready to pull out at a moment's notice?

-[Tender music] -"Kiss me, snog me, Kenneth".

No! Haven't encountered a Kenneth yet.

Though I'm sure there's one right around the corner.

But, hey, who doesn't love an occasional snog?

Seems you're enjoying it.

There are irons in the fire.

Well, I'm happy for you. That's all I--

[Clears throat] That's all we all wanted.

[Baking trays clank softly]

This pop-up is gonna be a success, Cal.

[Oven hums]

It's the, um,

attention I'm worried about.

And my mom, what would she make of all of this?

-"Why all the fuss?" -Yeah, you know,

the Pear Tree's decidedly unfussy.

It's a local community. Want to keep it that way.

I mean, that could never change.

You know, it's like the heart of Blexford.

And you can still feel her here.

And you.

[Tender music intensifies]

That'll never go away.

Plus, I think if you actually tried to change anything,

the entire village would revolt.

It'd be a coup, with pitchforks and torches and everything.

[Soft music]

-[Hum of voices, crack] -Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Blexford Primary School champion, five years running!

-Thank you. -[People cheer]

-Another round in celebration? -Oh, no, no, no.

We've still got to get the car.

No, no, we don't. The AA are understaffed

and they can't get here till tomorrow.

Besides, it's dark outside and it's snowy.

And I did inquire of Ms. Hobson over there...

She owns the establishment.

And there are rooms available.

Uh, two. Two rooms.

-[Phone buzzes] -So... Oh!

[Whimsical music]

CALLUM: Hello?

-Dad? -Hello. Oh, you're a cat!

-So are you. Look! -[Both laugh]

Hey! We're spending the night... in a pub.

-Like a couple of backpackers. -[She laughs]

-Meow! -[Call ended tone]

[Music ends]

Well...

that was interesting.

They're fine.

I know this is... a tough day for you. Sorry.

-[Emotional music] -I appreciate you being here.

[Live folk music plays in the pub]

You know what? I think that motorcycle accident

did wonders for your dancing.

Well, the only way was up.

You know, we go on this road trip

to scream, Callum and I.

We drive out to the cliffs outside of Brighton...

and we scream.

When Martin was diagnosed,

we happened to be on holiday in Brighton, and...

when the phone call came through from the doctor, that...

he said stage four,

Martin just... shouted it out, loudly,

"Stage four," right off a cliff!

Well, we decided, as you do with these things, that, um,

he was gonna beat it.

And that we were going to come right back

to that same cliff and celebrate every year after that.

Um...

A year hadn't passed and Martin was gone.

Shortly after that, Callum's mother died.

It was an awful year.

So when the time came for, um,

for me to drive to Brighton,

I asked Callum if he'd like to come along.

It's been our yearly tradition ever since.

-[Song ends; people cheer] -We scream off a cliff.

[Sighs]

On the same day,

for Martin and Catherine.

-[Gentle folk guitar music] -[Evelyn pants]

Evelyn.

[Tearful]: So if I can't scream this year...

I'm going to dance.

[Music builds up to a tune]

[People chat and laugh]

[Song ends; birds chirp]

[Soft emotional music]

[Music turns romantic]

RICHARD: I dreamt I kissed a certain girl last night.

LIAM: How's 11am at Borough Market Café?

[Inquisitive music]

[Puffs]

-[Typing] -KATE: Anyone I know?

[Sent message tone]

-[Typing] -I'll bring the Santa suit.

-[Sent message tone] -[Phone vibrates]

RICHARD: You'd love her. She has a thing for berets.

-When do I see you next? -[Romantic, unsure music]

[Determined music]

-[Typing] -Yesterday was really... fun?

-[Deleting text] -Ugh. [Sighs]

I'm having PTSD from the confetti cannons.

[Sent message tone]

-[Music turns hopeful] -[She sighs]

[Phone vibrates]

RICHARD: Confetti?

[Confused music]

[She exhales and sighs; music build up and ends]

Ah, thank you so much.

Was it the starter?

-Yes. -I thought so.

I think we should soldier on.

I promised Callum I'd help him with that pie popping thing.

I meant to Brighton.

We gotta be quick, but we can get you

a good screaming and be back by 10.

[Soft, emotional music]

[Door slams shut]

This is not a crisis.

You just text Richard back and play it off.

I know, I know, and I did. It's just that,

now Liam's not texting me back either.

And, I don't know, I've just become that guy

that's obsessively checking my phone, trying to pretend

that I don't care it takes forever

for both of them to text me back. Like... Uh.

[Emotional music]

Why are you being so weird about this?

What happened to "winning at dating"?

-[Music ends] -It just feels so superficial

trying to flirt with two people at once.

-It's so not me. -Don't overthink it.

You are a gorgeous gift to the universe,

perfectly capable of managing two suitors.

-Just don't ghost them. -But I'm already so distracted.

Do you know that my dad didn't come home last night

because he was out carousing with Evelyn?

Good! This is exactly what you wanted.

For him to go live his life so you could live yours!

And if you just keep batting away your actual life,

it will become permanent.

Sorry, I've had too many coffees.

You can handle this, OK?

Big job, dedicated daughter, excellent friend to working mom.

Two suitors... just do not ghost.

[Evelyn screams]

[She pants; emotional, hopeful music]

Get up here.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. [Chuckles]

It'll make you feel better. It's... it's good for grief.

-But I don't have any-- -Trust me.

We don't just grieve the ones we've lost,

we grieve other things as well, you know.

Like the past, maybe?

[Pants]: The key is the wind.

You just let the wind carry it away, whatever it is.

[Muted scream]

[Chuckles]

Really? [Puffs]

[Screams louder]

Good. Scream. Just let it out.

-[Screams even louder] -[Music fades out]

[Gasps surprised]

You had that one ready to go, didn't you? [Pants]

-You know, I've decided... -[Hopeful music]

I'll let you fix that mirror of mine.

[He pants]

[Chuckles]: Well, thank you for the privilege.

Shall we?

[Emotional music]

[Music fades; gentle chatter]

[Tender music]

KATE: At a seat in the window.

Everything OK?

[Sent message tone]

[Hopeful music]

KATE: Confetti cannons? [Chuckles awkwardly]

That was autocorrect and I...

[Deleting message; confused music]

[She sighs softly]

[Playful, hopeful music]

[Pensive music that builds to a determined tune]

- Wait, are you ghosting me? -[Sent message tone]

[Dramatic tune]

LIAM: I win.

Ha.

[Music ends playfully]

[Gentle buzz of voices]

Does he need a bag for that, though?

No, bags. We'll just do it with boxes.

All right...

-Take the money. -Thank you.

We're gonna need more pies! Thank you.

You take the money. I'll get some pies.

Great. This is-- Sorry, one second.

Can you make some more quickly? OK. Let's do it.

Thank you so much.

OK, this is here.

-Hey. -Hi.

This is an even bigger crowd than I expected.

-Yes, it's a lot of people. -This is Patrick.

The brilliant brand guru I told you about.

Aces, mate! This place is on fire.

-Thanks. -Patrick does brand franchising.

He helps businesses grow nationally and internationally.

PATRICK: Sarah has an eye for a diamond in the rough.

This place is an excellent find.

-Wait till you taste the pies! -Oh, no, no! I'm all keto.

-[She chuckles] -Can I sit?

[Whispers]: I got this.

[Exhales deeply]

Now...

-This belonged to your mom? -Pear Tree? Yes.

And before that, my-- my grandparents.

And the name, "Pear Tree". We're committed to that?

There's a pear tree out in the courtyard.

What do you mean, "committed"?

[Objects clank in the kitchen]

It's OK, babe. They'll handle it.

-What is this? -I got these worked up.

"Penny's Posh Pies"? I'm not following.

Well, I think these posh pies... this recipe could be global.

"Posh Pie", though, calls for a name with a P, so "Penny".

-But my mom's name is Catherine. -See.

You're not thinking big enough.

Look, Penny, the new face of the Pear Tree.

Your mom's posh pies, only better.

OK, I think what he's trying to say is--

-OK, get out. -[Dramatic music]

-SARAH: Callum... -No, Sarah.

Whatever that is, you take it and you do not come back.

OK. Your loss.

Uh, why don't we all take a beat?

No, Sarah, we're finished here.

It's been a long day.

We are all under a lot of pressure.

I get it. Success might not be your thing.

All right, get out! In fact, all of you.

This-- this thing is-- is over.

[People protest]

-Thank you so much for coming! -This--

If you could all just take your pies,

the pies that you have, and take them... home.

Thank you!

Callum, you could have just taken the meeting,

sat there politely, said, "I'll think about it".

No, I couldn't have.

He doesn't know who I am or what my mom built here.

He doesn't even eat pies.

Do you know how you've made me look?

He was an important connection and I saved him for the project

I was most excited to launch. You.

-Me? -You know what I mean.

-The café, the pies. -I'm not a project, Sarah.

-[Emotional music] -And "Penny"?

Penny is not the Pear Tree.

Callum,

you could have just seen this through.

I couldn't have. I feel like I was forced into this.

I wanted to make the Pear Tree bigger for you.

What you have here is really good.

You could do anything with it.

You could make this so much more.

I don't want it to be anything more than it already is.

Then you should have said "no" to the pop-up!

No, because that would mean I'd have to admit that...

[Sighs]

[Exhales]

I don't want to be the person you wish I were.

Is that... how this feels?

[Music fades; objects clank softly in the café]

You won't believe what just happened.

I am truly filled with rage.

I want every detail,

but there's some major drama happening here.

KATE: Hey!

Goodbye, ladies.

What? What?

What? What's happening?

It's over.

Oh, come on.

Couples have fights all the time.

Ask Ben how often I've banished him to the guest room

for some infraction or other.

No, this was-- this was more than just a fight.

We want different things, um, in life, in a partner.

We just finally said something.

[Callum sighs]

I wonder if, you know, maybe...

talking to her ex stirred up some stuff

that she hadn't dealt with yet, and--

"Talking to her ex"?

-Well... just Oliver. -Oliver?

Yeah, they were gonna have that talk

after Dates with Mates.

She said she was gonna tell you.

CALLUM: Him?

The one who was crying over his ex?

Sarah was the ex?

-Did she actually not tell you? -No, but why didn't you tell me?

-Well... I didn't think that-- -About me?

Of course not. You're too busy to think about anyone else.

Callum!

-Oh, my God! -Why didn't you tell me?

Come on! Are you being serious?

This is-- this is not my thing to tell everyone!

-But it's Callum. -Yeah!

But saying something after she asked me not to,

would not be being a good friend to him.

It would be being nosy and gossipy.

Oh, right. And that would be messy and you hate mess.

Yeah, I do, because I'm a normal person.

I'm not the most meddlesome human being

in the entire world. You already hold that title.

-All I do is because I care. - No, I know that.

But it's too much. I am suffocating.

You're constantly telling me what I should say,

do, and how I should do it!

Because I'm right. You don't know what you're doing!

There it is. I'm going to say this one last time:

stop trying to fix me! I am fine.

Now, I have to go, because again,

thanks to you, I have another date.

Wow! Gee, I'm in such a good mood.

I can't wait to see what it is!

Well, it's salsa dancing!

[Whimsical music]

Drew...

told me that it was salsa dancing.

So...

you're probably gonna want to wear some sort of a cute heel.

I will.

Thank you for telling me.

[Music ends playfully]

[Car engine idles]

-DRIVER: Have a good night. -KATE: Oh, I will.

[Salsa music plays inside]

[Salsa music intensifies]

♪ Feliz Navidad...

♪ Feliz Navidad...

DREW: Shake those sleighbells, ladies!

Oh, Kate! Good heavens!

Thought I'd go a little crazy with this one.

-You know, really rip it up. -Clearly!

How was the escape room? Liam seemed--

No, Liam's out. Who's next?

Oh, er, meet Byron?

Hmm.

Wow!

KATE: I hope you know how to salsa dance,

because I don't have a clue, but I plan on leaning in, huh?

[Another salsa song plays]

So, why don't we just cut to the chase, you know?

No... no games, no coy nonsense.

What's your... what's your vibe, Byron?

-My vibe? -Yeah.

Good, I guess.

Good, good. That's good.

I think we should just lean into the fantasy

of all this, you know?

We don't have to worry about

trust or real feelings

or anything like that.

Just no expectations and no attachments, huh?

Yeah? Because to be frank,

it's not like we're gonna find our soulmates

in the basement of this salsa club.

If you think about it, it's like, what are we even doing?

-Sorry I lost your hand there. -Honestly, I have no idea.

-You've not told me your name. -Oh, sorry. It's Kate.

OK. Good night, Kate.

[Salsa song end; emotional music]

[Music turns into a gentle playful tune]

[Cap clinks on table]

[Cutlery clatters]

[Callum sighs]

[Glasses clink]

[Both exhale satisfied]

I'm sorry you didn't get to scream.

[Sighs] In a way, I did.

Your mom knew her way around a pie.

Is this the first one you've had this season?

CALLUM: Mm.

She'd have been so proud of you.

[Emotional music]

-[Salsa music plays] -ALL: Limbo!

[Excited cheering]

MAN: Nice dancing shoes!

I've had about enough of--

-Hey! -Hey.

-[Kate sighs] -You owe me a text.

Yes.

Look, just know that just because I didn't text you back,

doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about you.

-You want to get out of here? -Oh...

-So badly. -Come on.

[Cheering and salsa music continue]

[Salsa music ends]

[Charlie Puth's "December 25th", a gentle pop song, plays]

[They chat indistinctly]

♪ Do you remember, snow was falling down on Christmas Day?

♪ Oh, baby, I thought forever was a gift that we gave

♪ Holding you so tight by the fireplace, yeah

♪ The list of everything that I could want

♪ Written on my face

♪ But no, 'cause Santa didn't bring me

♪ Nothing but pain

♪ So the holidays don't hit the same

♪ Now December 25th

♪ Is the day I always miss you the most

♪ Oh, 'cause the music and the lights

♪ It reminds me of the night

♪ That you told me you had to go ♪

[Song fades out; romantic music]

Thanks for taking me home.

It was the gentlemanly thing to do.

[Romantic music intensifies]

-I have impeccable timing! -[Music cuts]

Mom?

-Well done, dear. -[Tense music]

She gets her taste from her mother.

-I'm Delilah. -[Chuckles]: Richard.

Charmed, I'm sure.

I'll just make my way inside.

If you don't mind, could you bring in my suitcase?

-[Playful chuckle] -[Door shuts]

-[She sighs] -[Music ends dramatically]