Christmas Inheritance

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(jazzy music)

We wish you

a merry Christmas

We wish you

a Merry Christmas

We wish you

a Merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

Glad tidings we bring

To you and your kin

Glad tidings at Christmas

And a happy New Year

Oh we wish you

a swingin' Christmas

We wish you

a crazy Christmas

We wish you

a naughty Christmas

And a frantic New Year

(jazz)

(all):
Cheers!

Mazel tov!

(feedback)

- Hello!

- Welcome.

Have you seen Miss Langford?

No?

No.

I'm looking for Miss Langford.

Have you seen her?

No. No. Sorry.

- (laughter)

- Hi! Uh, Miss Langford?

- No.

- Sorry.

Sorry.

Mr. Pittman!

Excuse me. Mr. Pittman?

- Yeah, just give me one second?

- Uh, uh...

I'm Mrs. Worthington.

Chair of the Toys for Tots

committee?

- Yeah, just... just... let me just finish this up here.

- Uh, uh...

Miss Langford is representing

the Home & Hearth Gifts company

at this event, is she not?

She certainly is.

Almost done here.

Well, she was supposed to do

her presentation 20 minutes ago!

I-I-I can't find her anywhere.

Yes!

Now that's how we close it!

I'm sorry. Hi.

What was it you wanted?

Mr. Pittman,

where is your fiance?

(cheering)

(man):
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

(lively music)

(cheering)

Alright! Ten out of ten

from the Russian judge.

Thank you. Thank you.

Years of gymnastics.

Not easily forgotten.

Oh, thank you.

For my favourite charity. (shutters

clicking) (gasping softly)

Toys For Tots thanks you

for your generosity.

(bells jingling)

(shutter clicking)

I'll double it

if you can vault that.

- Oh, forget it.

- Chicken?

I'll quadruple it.

That's a lotta toys

for a lotta tots.

(girl):
Come on, Ellen!

(man):
She's gonna do it!

(all cheering)

Fine. But I want that check

immediately.

I'll write it now.

Ooh!

Uh!

- Miss Langford!

- Oh! Ah! Ah!!

- (murmurings)

- What...?

(groaning)

(shutters clicking)

(chuckling)

(man sighing):

"Party Heiress..."

(phone ringing)

(sighing)

(scoffing)

(groaning)

(phone ringing)

..."where socialite

Ellen Langford,

heiress to the Home & Hearth

Gifts retail fortune,

was up to the very same hijinks

that gained her the "Party

Heiress" nickname to begin with...

Alice, is my daughter in yet?

No, she's in the boardroom.

Sir, shall I get her...

No, I will get her.

Hey.

Now, I have been thinking.

I think it's time

for a snappier tag line.

"The Home of Heartfelt Gifts"?

It's a little old-school.

Right now,

this is the only tag line

I'm interested in.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

Oh. I just spent an hour

on the phone

with Mrs. Worthington...

talking her off a ledge!

It was for charity.

Someone dared me.

Someone "dared" you?!

How old are you, 12?!

Ellen,

when you are out in public,

you are an ambassador

for this company.

And once you are CEO,

you will be the face

of this company.

So...

you've made up your mind...

about retiring?

I thought that I had.

Now I'm not certain that I dare!

I need to leave this place

in the hands

of someone I can trust.

I'm sorry.

You can do better than this.

Please. For all of our sakes.

(horns honking)

(Jim):
I don't know, Alice.

Maybe it's my fault.

(sighing)

You know, after Nora died, I...

let Ellie get away

with too much.

You know, to make up for it.

You think

I... spoiled her a bit?

No. Doesn't every kid

get a Ferrari for Christmas?

(laughter)

Funny.

I almost forgot...

...the most important thing.

It's your turn

to write the Christmas letter.

Oh.

(chuckling)

Have you given any thought to what you're

going to write in your letter this year?

Hey, Dad.

Sorry, Alice. I was wondering

if you wanted to grab lunch.

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