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Witness the intense concentration of our last two finalists,

Faye McArthy!

And last year's winner, Lydia Harper!

Both life long friends, as they battle for the title

in this year's Lake Shore County Pumpkin Pie bake-off!

Here we go!

Love the pie.

I just realized that I never wished you good luck.

Probably because you don't really mean it.

Look, I was going to tell you, Faye, I just...

Tell me what? That you've thrown all our plans in the garbage

and you're going to open a bakery without me?

It was my father's decision. It's his money, Faye,

and he wanted to gamble on me, alone.

Sure, after I've taught you everything you know.

You've never had a cooking lesson.

If it wasn't for me, you'd still be using pre-made cookie dough.

How dare you?

Yeesh!

It's been years since I've used that stuff!

Yeah right.

You only had one win!

Pre-made cookie dough.

This wasn't my call! If I wanted the space on Fuller Street,

I had to accept his offer immediately.

Even if it meant stabbing me in the back?

Ok ladies, let's leave the knives in the food please.

Looks like we may have to cancel our golf game tomorrow.

Are you kidding me?

It looks like it might be canceled permanently.

Faye! Please. You're my best friend.

We never made definite plans. It was all just a pipe-dream.

So that bank loan I applied for, that was just a "pipe-dream"?

Look, I'm sorry about that. I am...

Don't be. Really. I don't need you, Lydia.

I'm going to open my own bake shop.

Right Reggie?

And for your information, I already have a line of credit,

a life time of recipes and this here trophy,

which I'm going to display prominently in the front window of my new bakery.

Are you sure you want to go head-to-head with me, Faye?

Is that a threat?

It's a dare.

Well, I guess this is war.

- Take care, Reg. - Take care, Max.

Casey? I need you for a taste test.

Casey, I need you for a taste test!

Shoot!

We need to fix that thing.

Casey?

Yeah?

Hey, Mom, I'm revising our operating budget

and I need you to take a look at these line items...

Casey, I don't know what any of this means.

That's why I've got you!

Well, it means, if we cut a few specialty items off the menu

we could come out of the red. Maybe, I hope...

I'm also developing a new advertising and marketing plan for us.

- And how much is that going to cost? - I promise I'll be conservative.

Well, if we get The Buckeye Hotel account, we may not have to worry, right?

We'd be baking a lot of pastries for a lot of continental breakfasts.

Yeah, of course, but I can't budget based on "what ifs. "

I'm figuring this out from a strategic standpoint.

You just focus on the baking.

Speaking of which, come.

I want you to sample the front- runners for this year's bake-off.

Okay.

That's why we're in trouble, you know.

In the past, profits soared every time I won.

But now? Losing three years in a row to that...

that traitor, Lydia Harper.

I bet her bakery is booming.

I know, but this is your year... I can feel it!

And I promise you, we're going to turn the ship around.

From your lips to God's ears, honey.

Mom!

What are you doing here so late, Case?

I just came to check up on her again.

She's resting. The medication is helping the physical pain

but the mental pain is another matter entirely.

Did they really say six weeks off her feet?

Could be longer if it doesn't heal right.

Just pray she doesn't need surgery.

- I should've fixed that step sooner. - C'mon, you both had a lot on your plate.

Well, I already arranged for a substitute baker for the morning,

but that's all we can afford now.

Unless you want to take on some of the baking.

Of course, we all know what happened the last time...

Alright, well I'll just focus on working on that hotel account

and the new baker can focus on cooking until Mom's back on her feet.

- I have it all figured out. - Not all of it...

Oh no, the bake-off!

That's not good! What are we going to do?

You're the public face of The Sweet Factory now,

you're going to have to do it in her place.

Oh, you're serious!

Why not? You're a smart girl. You got a 4.0 at Wharton.

Dad! I almost burned down the store.

Case, you didn't burn down the store, and furthermore, I believe in you.

I don't believe in me. Not when it comes to the kitchen.

Go talk to your mother, see what she thinks.

And stop worrying, we're insured if you burn down the place.

Cute, Dad. Really cute.

- You want to enter the bake-off? - No, but someone has to.

I'm just going to have to do this myself, we have no choice.

You were saying?

You have to stay off that ankle. You can't stand for an hour, baking.

But we have to win this thing, Casey. Our business depends on it.

Look, maybe it's not so bad.

The bake-off is the centerpiece for the harvest festival,

everyone pays attention, but it needs a new story.

I mean, your big feud with Lydia Harper

is hardly a feud if she keeps winning.

And that story is you?

Me going up against her?

That'll get people talking about our place.

Okay, I'm listening.

Grandma passed all of her recipes on to you, right?

You get to pass this on to me. It's the circle of life.

And maybe we get some free press out of it.

Come on Mom, let me try. For the bakery. For us.

Okay, for us.

And we've got enough insurance, so...

Why does everyone keep saying that? It's not funny.

I'm just kidding.

But seriously, you need to beat Lydia Harper.

Because all this publicity you've been talking about,

it may help our business with some tourists,

but a winning the bake-off will bring in the locals.

Okay.

- I can do that. - Good.

Go get my mom. She will not be able to resist...

...my signature mac and cheese with ham and Gruyere.

Sam, she said no a hundred times already.

Maybe 101 is the charm.

That time of the year already, is it?

All these years and you're still having someone sneak you...

...Faye McArthy's pumpkin scones?

I hate myself for liking them so much.

I have tried to recreate this recipe a dozen times!

Well, I have something delicious that'll take your mind off that.

I already told you, Sam, we're not expanding the menu.

Is this or is this not our business?

It is our business but I'm still in charge.

Look Mom, you've won the bake-off three years in a row.

Why not ride the wave?

We could have a full-service restaurant by the end of the year.

This place couldn't handle that kind of volume.

So we build a second story. Or buy the place next door.

That sounds a lot like expanding, and we do not have the money for that.

We apply for a loan. It'll pay for itself in no time.

- What is your favorite expression? - Create something unique for yourself.

Yes. And right now, you and Faye McArthy are like two sides of the same coin.

- Don't you want to be more than her? - Of course I do. I always do.

Then this is how you take it to the next level.

I'm sorry Sam,

but it's just not financially feasible for us.

Well then maybe I need to reconsider my future here...

...because I didn't spend two years at the Cordon Bleu in London...

...to make banana cupcakes and lemon bars for the rest of my life.

Hello, how are you? How's your day?

Only 17?

Great.

Hi!

Okay, I know that look. What have you heard?

That Faye McArthy broke her fibula or tibia or something.

And she has to stay off her foot for more than a month.

So, Casey McArthy is entering the bake-off in her place.

She does the books.

Great. So it'll be an easy win for you.

Actually, it's going to be an easy win for you.

- I'm passing you the torch, son. - And what if I refuse the torch?

You can't refuse the torch, it's your birthright.

I don't think it is.

Look Mom, I really don't want to take on your feud with Faye McArthy.

And it's not even Faye, it's her daughter.

Think of the publicity.

The Harper-McArthy feud moves to the next generation.

Plus, it's no fun for me if I don't get the satisfaction of beating Faye.

Mom, it's a pumpkin pie contest.

No, Sam. It is "the" pumpkin pie contest.

The TV news covers it. The papers.

The final round is featured on the Culinary Channel show, "Pie Heaven".

And you know what happens every time last year's episode airs.

- We run out of pie. - We run out of everything!

Sam, I know we've been having some disagreements lately,

but it's important to me.

Okay, fine. I'll do it.

But then you have to do something for me.

What's that?

I'm going to put together some sort of presentation.

A business plan for our restaurant.

And you will consider it.

It's important to me.

Okay, it's a deal.

Great. Now let's talk pumpkin.

It's important that you wear your game face at all times.

In this competition, they prey on your weaknesses.

It's a dog eat dog world and that is nothing compared to the bake-off.

Every eye in town will be on you, watching you.

Be careful what you say.

Be careful what you do.

There is no room for error.

- Excuse me. - Excuse me.

This is like "The Hunger Games".

I don't know what that means, but I'm sure this is worse.

Alright, alright. Save it for the big show.

So we all know the rules. There's two rounds of judging:

Round one, all 12 contestants will bake

their very own loaf of gourmet pumpkin bread.

Our three judges will then choose three winners.

For round two, finalists will bake an original pumpkin pie.

We've seen it all before folks,

so let's please try and be extra creative this year, alright?

What's the best thing to put into a pumpkin pie?

Your teeth!

Now please form a single file line at the table to register.

Come on, you'll be fine! Go!

Come by the shop!

Case?

Hey. I didn't know I'd be going up against Sam Harper.

There was nothing that guy wasn't good at in high school.

I mean, we weren't friends, thanks to your war with Mrs. Harper.

That doesn't seem to have ruined your life dear.

I guess not, but, he's a professional chef.

He does all the baking for Fuller Street.

- I can't compete with that. - Yes you can!

And with any luck, mediocrity runs through his Harper veins.

And you've got my blood running through yours.

And I'll teach you everything I know.

No way, Mom. Absolutely not.

The doctor said that foot has to heal.

And besides, I... have to learn how to run things on my own sooner or later.

There's Eleanor Field, I've got to go talk to her

about her granddaughter's birthday cake.

Anyway, I'll see you back at the car.

Okay.

Hey!

- Sam Harper. - Casey McArthy.

I haven't seen you around town lately.

We McArthys like to keep a low profile.

Of course.

How else would you keep your secret recipes hidden from my family?

Exactly. So how's business on your end?

- Wouldn't you love to know? - Nope. Just trying to be cordial.

Ours is killing it, by the way.

The fact that you feel the need to tell me that,

makes it sound a little questionable.

Feel free to think what you want.

I wouldn't want to burden you with actual facts.

So... are you ready? This thing could get ugly, you know.

Of course it will.

It's the world famous bake-off, after all.

But seriously Casey, you don't actually think you can beat me, do you? I mean...

I've been doing this thing since high school.

Okay sure, maybe I don't have your culinary training

and all your years in the kitchen,

but where I come from, we're taught to think outside the box.

And fortunate for me, outside the box is where I live and breathe.

You're pretty confident aren't you?

That's right, and I can't wait to see your face

when this rookie takes first place in front of the entire town.

- Game on, Miss McArthy. - Game on Mr. Harper.

Casey!

- I said mix the batter. - That's what I'm doing.

No, a spoon stirs, a mixer mixes.

Well, you didn't say that.

I thought it was a given. You did grow up in a bakery.

Yes, and I've watched you do this a million times,

so can you please go home now?

I have to practice and I don't need

to worry about you hobbling around here.

I forgot, your sister is coming to town early to help us out with the festival.

Great!

Do you want to come to the house early tonight just to discuss strategy?

For your pitch meeting with "The Buckeye Hotel"?

Yes! Now, can you please go home?

Dad's been waiting for you in the car for the last 15 minutes.

Just, keep practicing! You'll be okay.

Hey Mom, can you call me when you get this?

It says I need a baking pumpkin and I don't know what that means.

They all look the same to me. Okay, bye.

Isn't a pumpkin just a pumpkin?

Actually, no, it's not.

I'm surprised you didn't learn that at the bakery you run with your mother?

As you know, I tend to the business side of things.

She bakes. It's a perfect partnership.

But you're the one entering the bake-off,

and you don't know the difference between

a carving pumpkin and a baking pumpkin?

I do. I own a bakery.

It's just that my specialties lie elsewhere.

Like on a spreadsheet?

- I have many other talents... - I'm listening.

You think I'm just going to show you all my cards?

What? You think you're holding a royal flush?

I just might be.

So I suggest you fold now to avoid embarrassment.

I never fold.

This is good, we're just... carrying on an age-old family tradition.

Harpers vs. McArthys.

It's heartwarming, isn't it?

Yeah I can't wait to see how it plays out.

Ditto.

Good luck finding your baking pumpkin.

Trust me, luck has nothing to do with it.

So, what's a baking pumpkin?

Maple scones, and croissants.

Every hotel has croissants for breakfast.

I'll have it all ready for my meeting with them on Wednesday.

And stop worrying, I'll knock it out of the park.

Okay, okay.

See? I can handle the business and the contest.

I can't believe Sam Harper thinks I don't know what I'm doing in the kitchen.

Honey, you don't know what you're doing in the kitchen.

Yeah, but he doesn't know that.

Just be careful okay? I know he's cute and charming,

but he is his mother's son, and she's a snake in the grass.

Mom, I have a business degree from Wharton.

We had entire classes on psychological warfare.

I think I can handle the likes of Sam Harper.

Besides, this is our family business, and nothing is more important to me.

That's my girl.

And... print.

For the first round, I will be making my mother's classic pumpkin bread.

That tastes like cement.

No no no. Not again!

Hello? Hello?

I see you found yourself a baking pumpkin.

Yes Captain, there will not be a third time.

Please, take this back to the guys at the station.

On the house.

You're doing great work.

So, now you know. I'm a complete disaster in the kitchen.

I just want to make sure you're okay.

I'm fine, the bakery is fine.

And as much as it might disappoint you, we will live to see another day.

Contrary to what you might think of my family,

we really don't want anything bad to happen to your business.

In fact, it's nice having the competition.

It keeps us on our toes.

To be honest with you I'm even, sort of, looking

to get out of the bakery business altogether.

Really?

And do what?

A full-service sit down restaurant.

That would serve a family-friendly, American classic cuisine

with a gourmet flair.

The Fuller Street restaurant.

It would just take a few renovations.

A new space, maybe. I don't know.

So what's the hold up?

My mother, of course.

I want her to think bigger, but she's so concerned about the time,

the energy, the money.

But more than anything I think her whole life is focused on the bakery.

I guess she worries a restaurant might interfere with it.

Well, I hope you can convince her.

That way, people would only come here for pastries

and all my problems would be solved.

- So things aren't going so... - We're getting by.

We've been there as well.

But I want to do more than just get by.

My mother and I have an agreement of sorts.

I win the contest and she'll consider the proposal.

What kind of proposal?

Right now, it's just a menu for the restaurant.

But I'm working on a business plan,

which is taking a little longer.

The most important thing I learned at Wharton

was the difference between an idea and a plan.

Dreamers have ideas, and doers have plans.

The best advice I can give you is...

Map out every last detail, from start to finish.

Thanks, I'll do that.

So what about you?

What's your recipe for the preliminary round?

An idea or a plan?

Well, first it was an idea, then it was a plan.

And now, it's bordering on a colossal failure.

Look at us... what a pair.

Wait a minute! I got it!

You need a viable business proposal, something I can do in my sleep,

and with my mother out of commission,

I need someone to teach me how to bake...

without burning down the town.

You want me to help you win?

No, just help each other get what we both want.

Did I mentioned I was top of my class?

Do you know how many job offers I had after graduation?

This feels a lot like conspiring with the enemy.

I won't tell if you don't.

Alright, you've got yourself a teacher.

So ten o'clock tonight. Text me first to make sure I'm alone.

My mother is failing miserably at staying off her feet.

Got it.

We have to be so careful, Sam.

I don't know about your mother, but mine will practically disown me

if she has any idea that we're helping each other out.

Trust me, my mother would as well.

Okay, I'll see you at 10.

Auntie Casey!

Alisa, you're here!

- I missed you! - I missed you too!

- Hi! - Hi big sister!

And you're here... again!

What? The baker filling in for me called with some questions,

so I had Betty drive me over.

She insisted. And I was just home, working on my bake-off recipe.

I just might have a shot this year with Faye and Lydia out of the mix.

Between those two, no one else has won that contest in well over a decade.

Well, that definitely changes this year.

Maybe we can get some other things to change this year too.

It's no use, Betty. I've tried.

They're the Hatfields and McCoys of Emeryville.

Is it too much to ask to want to have my good friends back together again?

Yes!

And you know very well, Mother,

that you can answer questions over the phone.

I'm so bored at home. Why can't I come in and help?

Because the doctor said if you keep standing on that foot

you might have permanent damage!

That's why. Now go home!

Alright, fine. I know when I'm not wanted.

- Bye, Lexi. - Bye!

- Bye honey. - Bye.

So, I have taken the week off work, I am all yours.

Although I may have to do a little work while I'm here

because I have a big case coming up next month.

Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I need you this week.

Are you kidding?

You and Sam Harper taking over the family feud?

I would not miss this for the world!

We're not "taking it over".

We just both happened to enter the bake-off for the first time this year. That's all.

But mom says if you win this you're going to get featured

on that Culinary show, "Pie Heaven". That's pretty cool.

Don't set your DVR quite yet,

I'm a long way off from winning anything.

Casey, you do so much for this place.

You know you don't have to take on this contest on as well.

You remember after I graduated

I could have moved away to work at that big company in New York?

I had a choice, but mom needed me, so the choice was easy.

I guess deep down I really do love this place,

and it's for that very reason I do need to take this contest on.

Okay.

- I'm glad you're here. - I wish you a lot of luck.

- Mom's driving me crazy! - I believe it.

Now stir it in with the cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger.

We'll do each mix separately and then blend them together.

Okay. Got it. I think.

"Cooking should be entered into with abandon, or not at all".

Julia Child said that.

"If you're not going to take it seriously,

get out of the kitchen". Faye McArthy said that.

So how is it you grew up in a bakery and never learned to cook?

I've always had more of a propensity towards business and academics.

That's why I'm the brains of The Sweet Factory and my mother is the brawn.

Okay Miss Academic, try this.

Treat the recipe like an equation.

Follow the steps and it won't steer you wrong.

You see, actually I think cooking is more of an art form.

And art and I... we've always had this love/hate sort of thing.

It just takes practice. You'll get it.

Now, stir!

But you on the other hand... The star quarterback

who went to work for your mom right after high school.

Went off to culinary school in France...

Almost to 350 degrees. Let's mix the pumpkin.

So how did you know this was what you wanted to do?

My grandma used to say:

"you want to show someone you care? Cook for them. " So that's what I do.

Sometimes a plate of chocolate chip cookies is all you really need.

And while the bakery has been great, it's time for a restaurant.

Something with community tables, where it's loud and busy

and food is served family style.

Now, that is the perfect way to mix if you want your bread to be clumpy and uneven.

Is that the texture you're going for?

Of course, who doesn't like clumpy bread.

Okay, you go ahead, show me the right way.

- Use this. - Okay.

In a circle, like this.

Look at that. Not a single clump.

Yeah.

- I'm a pretty good teacher. - For a Harper.

Hopefully, not too good, though.

So when are we going to talk about my business plan?

Tomorrow night. I promise.

Now let's call it a night before I collapse.

Something smells great!

Hey!

Hey, you ready for the big meeting?

Let me guess, she sent you here to spy on me?

Actually no. I'm about to play 18 holes of golf,

and I need some snacks for... for the guys.

Don't tell your mother,

but Lydia's white chocolate macadamia nut cookies are better.

Bite your tongue, Dad.

Knock 'em dead today, Case.

I told you I'd call you when I was done.

Just tell me!

It went well. They loved everything. Especially your pumpkin scones.

Of course! Did you tell them about all the different flavors we offer seasonally?

This is not my first rodeo, Mom.

I told them everything we discussed

and there was not a single uneaten pastry at the table.

Yes! Great! So, what's next?

They're talking to a few other people but I feel like we have a really good shot.

That's wonderful Casey.

You have nothing to worry about. I've got this.

- That was fast... - What was fast?

Hi. Sorry, I was talking to myself. What are you doing here?

I thought you were going to Mom and Dad's to do your work?

I've been going over these depositions for hours.

My eyes are starting to glaze over. I need a sugar fix.

Okay, yeah. I'll put some in a to-go box for you.

Red velvet cupcakes okay?

Gosh Casey, you've been working so hard!

Why don't you go home, I can close up.

No!

No, I... I have another practice run in the oven and...

maybe this one will be successful. I'll keep you posted.

You don't have to prove yourself to me.

You know I'm way worse at this than you are.

- Was that Sam Harper? - What? Where?

He just tried to walk in here!

No, really? Are you sure? Are you sure it was him?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Sorry about that earlier. I couldn't get my sister out of here.

It's ok, I had to catch up on my window shopping anyway.

So... where were we?

Construction and renovation estimate here.

Monthly rent increase.

Operating expenses, staff, insurance, etc.

You've thought of everything.

This is the difference between an idea and a plan.

You're really good at this. So tell me, have you...

ever been tempted to call that company back in New York?

Maybe once, after some silly argument with my mom.

But then I realized how much I love it here.

I grew up in this place. Someday my kids are going to be here,

doing their homework, eating donuts.

This is home.

I know the feeling.

But hopefully this puts you one step closer to your dream.

I mean, after I win tomorrow, you're going to need to take things in a new direction.

A fallback plan, so to speak.

I wouldn't be so sure of yourself, McArthy.

You still haven't seen my recipe for prelims.

I haven't, but I had a pretty good practice run today,

so you'd better bring your "A game".

All I have is an "A game", McArthy.

Well, then I'll just say, "good luck".

And to you. And may the best man...

- Or woman... - Or woman... Win.

Please. After you. Please.

Alright, preliminary round. How are we feeling?

I'm nervous. What if I mess up?

Okay, listen.

Your big sister is about to give you some very sound, unsolicited advice.

When I first started college, what was my major?

Pre-med, but if I remember correctly, the sight of blood made you faint.

Every single time.

In theory, I loved medicine, but in practice, it made me unconscious.

So I changed course.

- Yeah, to law. - Exactly.

It just spoke to me. And then I ended up loving it.

You need to find what speaks to you.

Yeah, but I already know. It's this place. The bakery.

That's what speaks to me and I just want to do right by it.

Then let that fuel you, and let go! Have a little fun with it.

Wait, cooking is supposed to be fun?

Why didn't anybody tell me that?

Casey!

Thanks, again, for helping me out. I went over it in detail last night.

Business plan is incredible.

Well, just don't tell anyone where you got it.

Your secret's safe with me.

More importantly, how are you feeling?

I'm fluctuating between terrified and being completely numb so...

...all in all, not bad.

Moment of truth.

Okay, stop being nice to me, people are looking.

We should probably give them what they want.

It would make it worth the price of admission.

Let's do this!

You really think you're going to the finals?

Don't kid yourself Casey.

You know what Sam? When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.

You don't know everything, I could teach you a few things.

You don't need my opinion, you know you're gonna lose!

Can you believe this guy?

It's never too late to throw in the towel McArthy.

That's ok, why don't you keep it

since it looks like you're the one who's sweating.

Are you two going to be doing this the whole time?

Sorry.

Thank you, thank you.

Alright everyone, we are ready to begin the preliminary round.

Throughout the day, contestants will prepare their dishes

in groups of three, right before your very eyes.

Our 10AM group has taken their places.

That's 60 minutes, no exceptions.

And the clock... starts... NOW!

Go for it Casey!

You've got this!

Group three, please present your dishes.

The Sweet Factory's very own pumpkin bread,

fresh from the oven.

Thank you!

The Fuller Street Cafe's very own pumpkin bread,

cooled to perfection.

Gayle's very own pumpkin bread.

Fresh and hot for you.

You have truly outdone yourself this year, Gayle.

Okay, at the end of the baking round

we'll see if these dishes have what it takes to move on in the competition.

11 AM contestants!

We'll be back in 15 minutes.

When your mom comes back with our drinks,

don't tell her I let you have cotton candy before lunch.

Is this a private party or can anybody join?

I don't think that's such a good idea.

You know the walls have eyes around here.

- You did great this morning. - Really?

I don't know. I think I forgot an ingredient.

I got so nervous with everyone just staring!

I think we gave them a good taste of what's to come at finals.

- You mean the famous family feud? - They're practically salivating.

Never underestimate this town's desire for some juicy gossip.

I'm proud of you, McArthy. Bye!

Bye!

Casey?

- What did he want? - He just wanted to wish me luck.

You okay?

So what did the doctor say?

Well, just two more weeks on these things.

On those things, or off those things?

Okay, he still wants me to take it easy.

But I wasn't going to miss the prelims.

Mom, why don't you go sit down. I'll bring you your food.

Alright.

...and so I graciously handed over the reins this year.

What can I say? He's my son and he wanted this.

Letting someone else take center stage, Lydia?

Are you feeling okay or should somebody call an ambulance?

Hello Faye, I just heard your bakery is in trouble!

I just want you to know that I feel I for you.

You've come a long way from ready made pie crusts.

Alright, that's it.

What...

Mom, calm down.

Let's get away from all this drama!

Mom, let's go, come one.

Wait, where's the kettle corn?

- You ate it. - Not all of it.

Well, why didn't you get the extra large?

My bad.

There has to be something we can do

to stop this fighting between our mothers.

Having to hide this forbidden friendship is starting to get old.

Is that what we have? A forbidden friendship?

You make it sound so illicit when you say it like that.

I don't know, it's kind of fun having a secret with you.

And if I don't make finals? Then what?

Then I don't know.

You go back to being a Harper and I go back to being a McArthy...

...where we happily coexist in perfect disharmony.

That doesn't sound like very much fun.

No.

It's time.

I don't want to just go to finals. I want to win.

Me, too.

Good luck, Sam. I really mean it.

Good luck, Casey. But not really.

Careful! That's my stirring arm.

Thank you, thank you.

As promised sports fans...

...only 3 out of our 12 contestants will be moving forward.

Our first finalist, from group 3...

...a rookie who comes from a champion's bloodline in this competition...

A legacy, if you will...

Sam Harper of "The Fuller Street Bakery".

Our next finalist, from group 1...

...someone who has yet to take home a title after nine years of competing...

Betty Lund!

This is my year, Mister!

And our third and last finalist...

...another rookie who shocked us all with this freshman entry...

Casey McArthy of "The Sweet Factory"!

Wonderful!

A new generation of Harpers and McArthys...

...is going head-to-head in an unbelievable showdown.

This is going to be one of the most exciting final rounds...

...we have ever seen at this competition.

Hold on tight everyone, because four days from now...

...we will have a new pumpkin pie champion.

You should be proud of yourself. Why aren't you happy?

I am happy.

I was just thinking that only one of us can win.

Come on!

If I win what does that mean for you?

Well, I do have this spectacular business plan...

...that, if my mom can't see the potential, then maybe some investors can.

And if you win, that could be really bad for our family business.

Especially if we don't land this hotel account.

You still haven't heard back from them yet?

No, nothing. I was really hoping we would...

...so I wouldn't have to go up against you.

Don't you realize we're part of a family feud?

- You're supposed to despise me! - I know.

You're supposed to be the competition in every sense of the word.

Little do they know, it was you that helped me into finals.

Well, you and my mother's recipe.

You got you to finals. I was just the coach.

Does that mean you're not done yet? Because right now...

...I only know how to make one dish, and it's not a pumpkin pie.

As far as I can see it, we can either help each other or hurt each other.

Okay. I can help you do a five year projection plan...

...to further entice your mother.

Tomorrow night at ten at the bakery?

I'll bring the wine?

It's a date! I mean... lesson.

Let's go.

I said Jake, you have to go to bed,

You know what night this is right? And he goes "Yeah".

Casey! Betty was just telling me the funniest story about her son, Jake.

- You remember Jake? - Yeah!

He's single...

...and he has a boat.

That's great for him.

Why don't you take the night off honey. Your sister and I can close.

You've been working so hard, you need to take a break.

Oh, yeah! That sounds...

I'd love a night off.

You're so lucky to have each other. And this wonderful business.

My kids... well, I don't hear from them much.

I'm so blessed these days...

Did somebody order some pumpkin moon pies?

- Hey! You read my mind. - It's my superpower.

Not to mention Mom told me to drop them by on my way home.

You want to stay for dinner?

I could microwave something marginally edible.

Well that does sound enticing.

No, I can't. I have go home and practice my pie recipe.

I think I'll be at it all night.

Are you using your mother's recipes?

No! I came up with one of my own. Want to hear it?

Pumpkin silk chiffon pie, with bourbon whipped cream.

I can't wait to try that!

- Did you run it by your mom? - No, I sort of want to surprise her.

I want to show her that I can do this on my own.

She's so incredible in the kitchen and, if this is my business too...

...then I want her to know I can cover for her if she ever needs me to.

I have to tell you honey, I'm really proud of you.

Making it all the way to the final round.

Well, I haven't made a pie yet so don't be too proud.

I'm still a work in progress.

And getting every minute. Now go make that pie!

- And save me a piece. - I will. I love you, Dad.

Love you too!

This would be year five year?

Yes, and I would be conservative...

...and estimate an 8-10 percent growth, year over year.

Then, minus the yearly operating expenses...

...makes a nice profit. Look at that.

You got it! You just created a five year projection plan.

It's not complicated, just follow the formula and it never fails you.

You really light up when you talk numbers.

It's my language. No mistakes.

True. But mistakes are not always a bad thing.

Sometimes they lead us to what we've been looking for all along.

It's how I came up with my fried mac and goat cheese appetizer...

...and now It's going to be the signature dish on my menu.

Now that sounds delicious.

You have no idea.

And that would mean your very first pie crust is ready.

- This is supposed to be solid, right? - Did you put enough shortening?

I think so?

No worries, let's try it again.

Just take your time and follow the steps.

I don't know Sam, some people aren't cut out for this.

Those people don't own a bakery.

Listen to me, you've got my business plan in great shape,

so I owe you and we are not leaving here until you make a solid pie crust.

Even if it takes all night.

Deal.

Round two.

I didn't realize what time it was.

I need to get started on the morning baking.

Thanks for not giving up on me.

No, thank you.

I feel like I'm one step closer to not being my mother's employee anymore.

Bye.

Dad?

Casey?

Dad!

Sam!

...and I wasn't about to give up my golf buddy.

So, for almost ten years we've been sneaking off...

...twice a month, to play in Green Point.

We've tried, and failed, to patch this rift for years.

I don't understand why they won't even hear each other out.

Sometimes an argument takes on a life of its own.

So, in order to stay out of the mess, we've had to resort to this.

Usually we're here when it's still dark...

...but I was running late this morning and lo and behold,

we run into you two, also sneaking around.

This is not what it seems, we're just helping each other out.

This is completely innocent.

But you have to keep this a secret.

That means you can't tell anybody.

You don't tell our secret, we won't tell yours.

Well, let's call them!

It's only been a few days since the meeting.

I don't want them to think that we're desperate.

I'm just concerned, Casey.

Business has never been this slow. We really need this hotel account.

That's why I'm just going win the bake-off.

Now that my foot is better, let me help you with your recipe?

No, I'm good and you are going to love it.

I'm pulling out all the stops.

But this is my thing, Casey.

I don't know why you won't let me help you.

Because you need to take it easy, and I need to prove to myself, and to you...

...that I can do this alone.

What? You don't think I can win, do you?

I never said that!

Mom, I made it to the finals, on my own.

I know that, Casey, but let's be honest. Baking just isn't...

Don't you that think this place is just as important to me as it to you?

Yes!

Great. Well, then if you can't support me in this now, then I'll just quit!

Wha... Ok, ok! I'm sorry. I support you!

What happened?

Hi! Come in.

Hey!

I've been texting you. Did you get my messages?

No. I'm sorry. I've been here by myself all day.

I haven't even looked at my phone.

It's been one of those days.

Why? What's going on?

A friend of mine from culinary school hooked me up with this restaurant group...

...who may be interested in the bakery expansion.

I'm doing a tasting tomorrow!

That's great news, Sam. I'm really happy for you.

I got the call and you were the first one I wanted to tell.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I got into a little thing with my mom today but...

it's nothing to bore you with.

Well, I have an idea.

I want to go out and celebrate the good news...

...and you look like you need to have some fun...

...so how about I take you out to dinner?

What happened to not being seen together out in public?

Trust me.

Can I open my eyes yet?

Yep. We're here.

OK. I admit it. You got me. I'm impressed.

That was delicious, and exactly what I wanted.

What I needed.

Thank you.

Sorry to hide us away like this.

I just figured it was safer than someone seeing us together in town.

Are you kidding me? This is perfect.

I was thinking about what you said earlier.

I think you've more than proven your worth to your mother.

You're probably right.

I guess I've come to realize that I'm never going to be her.

And to be honest, I don't think I want to be.

I want the bakery to succeed but not at the expense of losing myself.

It's true.

I think we both watched our mothers become consumed with work.

It's certainly not the way I want to live my life.

Yeah, me neither, and while I love that you're teaching me how to bake,

...I'm also fine with us simply complimenting each other's skills.

You and me, you mean?

Well, I was speaking about people as a whole, but sure.

You have to admit, we do make a pretty strong team together.

I don't know, I think the jury's still out on that.

Then I'd like to make a suggestion.

You may, but you better keep it brief.

Unfortunately, that may not be possible.

Stop it! You and Sam Harper?

- You and Sam Harper! - What?! It just happened.

Casey, if mom finds out, she's going to lose it.

Well she's not going to find out, is she?

- You picked Sam Harper. - Okay, take it easy, okay?

I don't need anymore pressure than I already have.

What pressure?

Sam. The business. The bake-off. Mom.

It's all just getting a bit too stressful.

Hold it, is this pressure coming from Mom, or is it coming from you?

Maybe a little bit of both?

Mom's worried, and rightfully so. Things are tight right now...

...but you are putting it on yourself to save this business.

It's a family business. It doesn't all ride all on your shoulders.

Just relax. It's gonna be fine.

- You and Sam Harper! - Stop!

Mom? Dad? What's wrong? Is everybody okay?

I don't get it, we gave them the best this town has to offer.

The hotel?

They just called. We didn't get the account.

Did they say why?

Evidently, someone came in with a lower bid.

To be honest Casey, I don't think we're going to make it this time.

Here you go.

- Thank you! Have a nice day! - Bye.

Listen. Faye, if you need me I'll cancel my tee time.

It's okay, go. I'll be fine.

- I'll drive her home. - Okay. Thanks, Case.

I'm sorry. This is all my fault.

Casey, how would you have known someone would come in with a lower bid?

I know, but I was the one who pitched them.

No, honey. This is my fault.

I totally mismanaged the business.

It wasn't until you joined the company that we even saw the black.

And now Lydia is finally going to get her wish.

It's not over yet!

I'm going to win that contest and I'm going to get us the press...

...that we need to get back on top.

Maybe I shouldn't have pushed you so hard.

You don't have to go through with this bake-off if you don't want to.

No. I started this thing and I'm going to finish it.

Now, do you want to hear my pie recipe or not?

Absolutely!

Hey!

Hi, Casey. Is your mother around?

No, she's actually home resting, for a change.

Can I have her call you?

Are you okay, Betty?

I was having a day and... I needed a friend and...

...one of Faye's poppy seed muffins.

- Well, I get you one. - Thank you.

Every time I come in here I've always got something going on.

You must think I'm so pathetic.

No, of course not. I'm sorry you're feeling so down.

Is there anything I can do for you?

- Can I use your restroom? - Of course.

Thanks!

Zucchini, goat cheese and arugula bruschetta.

Baconwrapped jalapeno chicken bites.

And pepper jack stuffed sourdough pretzels.

It's a very impressive presentation.

So? What do you say?

Your business plan, it's solid, we'll give you that.

But 90% of all new restaurants fail within the first year.

It's a very competitive field..

...which is why we look for establishments...

...which can stand out from all the rest.

So, you mean, something like being featured on a Culinary Channel?

Exactly. That type of exposure can launch a restaurant,

even build a franchise.

If you can make something like that happen,

we'd be happy to talk about the next step.

This is delicious, by the way.

I'm sorry, Casey, I just realized I had another appointment!

Tell your mother I'll call her later okay?

Sure. Of course.

Wait! You forgot your poppy seed muffin!

Thanks for getting together on such short notice.

No problem.

I was just teaching my niece how to carve a pumpkin for the festival...

...but I think she was getting tired of me doing all the carving.

I love those childhood memories.

Yeah, Fall was always my favorite time of year growing up.

So, how are things at the Sweet Factory?

Between you and me, not so good.

I think there is a real chance of us losing the place,

...which would break my heart. And my mother's.

Who would have thought a pumpkin pie contest...

...would have the ability to alter both of our lives?

If only there were some way we could both win.

One pie, one prize.

But come on, let's be honest.

There's no way I'm going to beat you.

Hey, come on. I taught you how to bake so you never know.

So, do you think you can show me how to make a bourbon whipped cream?

Well, I was going to perfect my ginger snap streusel crust,

but maybe I could be persuaded to multi-task...

Well, sounds like a plan then.

Hello! What was that?

I thought you said you guys wanted to be discreet?

No, was that obvious?

If sharing a steamy glance across a pumpkin table is being obvious...

...then yes, it was.

Sorry, I'll be more careful.

Look at Lydia Harper, she's just staring at Mom.

It's kind of sad really. They used to be such good friends.

All three of them. I wish they would have worked things out.

You can't save everyone, Case.

I'm not trying to save everyone.

Okay, maybe a few people.

Don't stress about this contest. Just do your best.

Things will work out the way they're supposed to.

What will be, will be.

I'll be right back.

Hi.

I've been waiting to do that all day.

- What are you thinking about? - Something my sister said.

What's that?

That everything's gonna work out the way it's supposed to.

Does that include what happens to us?

I certainly hope so.

But all of this sneaking around is really making me anxious.

How about this, we keep our secret for a little bit longer...

...and then, after the bake-off, we'll figure out how to make this work.

Okay.

Okay, let's go.

So, what is it like?

Because according to Betty, you were kissing Sam Harper.

I think Betty should mind her own business.

I knew it. You are trying to send me to an early grave.

He's a Harper. The son of the woman who betrayed me.

Let's not forget that woman used to be your best friend Faye.

Reggie, don't even start.

How could you be so naive Casey? Conspiring with the enemy?

Enemy? Mom please. He's been helping me.

He's the one who got me to finals.

Then he's got an angle. Harpers always have angles.

They're very good at that.

It's been ten years, Mom. When are you going to let this go?

Don't you dare turn this around on me, Casey McArthy.

You did this.

Could she be more dramatic?

She just needs to cool off. She'll come around.

No, she won't.

You could be right.

Hundreds of women in this town to choose from...

...and that's the one you pick?

She's not who you think she is.

She is taking advantage of you, Sam.

Distracting you from keeping your eye on the prize.

You make her sound like some kind of spy.

Well, I wouldn't put it past her.

I'm sure her mother put her up to this.

Mom, nothing is more important to me than opening my restaurant. Nothing.

Do you really think I would do anything to jeopardize that?

Wait'll you see the business plan I've developed.

Casey helped me.

So this whole Casey thing is strategy?

Like, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Well, I mean...

Okay, I like it. All's fair in love and pie, right?

So I'm a strategy?

That's not exactly what he said.

Maybe he was just trying to appease his mother...

...but it seemed that way, anyway.

I'll tell you right now, he cannot be trusted.

That family's motto is "Win at any cost".

It doesn't make any sense. He just... he seemed so...

Convincing? Charming?

Distracting?

Genuine.

You need to go talk to him.

- No, she doesn't. - Yes, she does.

- Whose side are you on? - I am on the side of love.

That's the cheesiest thing you've ever said.

Love?! You're not in love with that kid are you?

Mom! It's been less than two weeks.

No one falls in love that fast.

I think...

Do you have any idea where he can be?

If I had to guess? Probably watching the game at O'Malleys.

Then you go talk to him. Mom and I can close up.

- What's the matter with you... - We can close up.

What are you doing here? People are going to see us.

What does it matter?

Cat's out of the bag anyway, thanks to big-mouth Betty.

Yeah. My mother was furious.

Really? And what did you tell her? About me, about us?

I... didn't have a chance to explain everything.

I know, my sister overheard your conversation.

Something about me being a strategy?

Wait a minute, are you accusing me of something?

No, I'm asking you. Was this some big plot?

Casey, no. She misunderstood me.

I swear to you.

Then why didn't you correct her then?

My mom can be very irrational when she wants to be.

I was just trying to calm her down.

I don't know Sam, maybe this isn't meant to be.

I know you don't believe that, Casey.

We bring out the best in each other.

Listen, we've come this far.

Our pie recipes are winners and one of us is going to take this thing home tomorrow.

Let's just see it through.

Hey, how come you two aren't on the local news?

Can you turn it up?

...here to show what kind of pie we have to look forward to tomorrow.

I have invented the most divine pumpkin silk chiffon pie...

...with bourbon whipped cream.

What? That's my pie!

And a ginger snap streusel crust.

And that's my crust!

Delicious!

It will be!

So, sweet little Betty isn't so sweet after all.

So, what do we do?

You know what?

Working with you this past week, I've realized something very important.

Something my mother never understood.

What's that?

You can create something unique for yourself with a partner.

I'm listening.

We're going to see your mother.

Come on!

There's no way. Betty would never do something like that.

Think about it, Mom.

She could never beat you and Lydia.

But me and Sam? She saw an opening and she took it.

She thinks she can win with our recipe.

But she's my friend.

No she's not, Mom.

She's an opportunist with zero medals under her belt.

That's all that matters to her.

So, now what do we do?

You can't use your recipe, and you can't use your pie crust.

It's been all over the local news.

They'll think you stole it from her.

We have a plan.

What?

We all need to go see my mom.

Mom, if you won't do it for the bakery, do it for me.

Mom? Are you here?

Coming!

Mom, stop.

We need to talk to you, it's important.

Lydia, it's about Betty.

So, how did Betty get your recipe?

She came into the bakery

and I guess when she excused herself to use the bathroom,

she must've seen it on the kitchen counter.

It never even occurred to me that I should hide it.

Really? I always hide mine in the store safe.

As do I!

You never know how far the competition will go.

Alright, take it easy you two.

Well, I may have mentioned the ginger snap streusel crust to her at some point but...

...it's Betty. She's my friend.

Well, sometimes friends betray you, so...

So how does all this affect us?

You guys used to spend a lot of time here, baking. Together.

That's ancient history, honey.

Look, we have a plan, but we need you both on board.

Come on, can you put your differences aside?

This is for our businesses.

Yes, but only one of our businesses can win so...

Not necessarily, but you'll have to trust us.

Are you in?

Okay then. It all starts with one pumpkin pie.

We enter as a team.

There's nothing in the by-laws that says we can't join forces

since we've both qualified for the final round.

Which is where you come in. We have 12 hours and we need your help

to come up with a pumpkin pie to put all other pies to shame.

And no one does that better than you two.

I have an idea.

Sam. Pecans.

Faye.

Can we take a minute?

This may be long overdue, but I feel I owe you an apology.

Lydia, let's just finish helping the kids...

Will you please just... just let me finish?

I need to get this off my chest.

I should've fought for you with my father, but I didn't.

It's just... you're so good at this, Faye.

You've always been better in the kitchen than me.

I guess I...

I just didn't want to live in your shadow anymore.

What are you talking about?

You've got more bake-off wins than me.

You were always prettier and the more popular girl in school.

You were never in my shadow.

If anything, it was the other way around.

That's where you're wrong.

I've always been insecure around you.

The only way I was able to beat you all these years

was by practically living in the bakery.

And that nearly ruined my marriage.

In the end...

I guess I just wanted to prove to you that I could do it.

Well, I wish you hadn't waited 10 years to tell me all that.

I never wanted this to go on as long as it did.

Me neither.

But you know, in some strange way...

...I think we kind of helped each other.

It sounds like I was the motivation for you to become a better baker...

...and you certainly motivated me to start my own business.

I'm sorry Faye.

Me too.

- A fresh start? - Absolutely.

Now, will you finally give me the recipe for your pumpkin scones?

Let's not get crazy.

Tell me I'm not dreaming.

Nope, looks like the cold war has finally ended.

This is the one.

Pumpkin cheesecake pie with a pecan caramel topping.

It's perfect.

Now you're going to have to recreate it at the festival.

And you only get one shot.

I have worked out every last detail.

It's what she does.

Ok guys, let's do this.

Oh, no. Did someone drop out of the competition?

No. As a matter of fact, Betty, two of your competitors...

...have decided to compete in the final round as a team.

I don't mean to be difficult...

...but isn't that against the rules?

That's what I thought, so I ran it by the contest officials

...and you're not going to believe what they said.

It's completely legal.

Okay. Great.

Makes it all the more interesting, right?

Sure does!

That's 60 minutes to bake and the clock... starts... now!

Betty has my recipe.

Yeah, I know. We knew this already.

No I mean, a picture of my actual recipe

in my handwriting on her tablet.

So she didn't just copy the idea, she took a photo of it?

Yes!

- Do you still have your copy of it? - Of course I do, it's in my bag.

Then we're going to make this a festival they'll never forget.

Betty's going down.

Pumpkin cheesecake pie with a caramel pecan topping.

Pumpkin silk chiffon pie, with bourbon whipped cream

and a ginger snap streusel crust.

Can I maybe have one moment?

Betty, that sounds amazing!

How did you ever come up with a recipe like that?

I... just years of experience I guess.

Really? And that's your recipe right there on the screen?

- Of course! - In your handwriting?

That's weird, because I have the same exact one in my handwriting!

Could it be that I have the original and you took a photo of it?

Please tell me you're getting all of this.

Yeah, me and about 100 other people.

That's not true!

Is that true, Betty?

Of... of course not, Bob. You... you know me!

You all know me.

Then you won't mind doing a handwriting sample for us.

I just wanted to win. One time!

Is that too much to ask?

Due to the disqualification, this is the only entry...

...and you know what that means...

Congratulations Sam Harper and Casey McArthy!

You are the 42nd annual Lake Shore County

Pumpkin Pie Bake-off champions!

I'm not sure if you're aware of this...

...but it's customary for the winners to kiss in front of the crowd.

Did you make that up, Mr. Harper?

Absolutely, Miss McArthy.

Is it slowing down out there yet?

Unfortunately no.

Sam, there's some customers who want to pay their compliments to the chef.

Table six, please.

You two! Back again? That's the third time this week.

What can I say? The food is great!

Yeah, and we can't complain about the prices.

We're going to have to start charging you, you know.

They're eating away our profits!

Careful, you're starting to sound like your mother.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Good choice!

Thank you.

Half dozen pumpkin scones, fresh from the oven.

Baked by the one and only, Lydia Harper.

Enjoy!

Not bad, Mrs. Harper.

Not bad at all, Mr. Harper.

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