Married by Christmas Page #4

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She left it to... one of you.

Which one of us?

She had a provision in her will

that whichever one

of you marries first,

the company would immediately

go to that daughter's husband.

- Mom, that's not funny.

- I know.

- It's really not.

- Dad, come on.

- Honey, please. Please.

- What?!

Why didn't you

tell us about this?

Because I did not want

to spark some sort of

competition between

the two of you.

What does...

what does this mean?

Well, it means that after

you and Ethan get married,

legally...

Ethan will own Emerson Foods.

Okay, this is ridiculous! There has

to be something we can do about this!

Believe me, I under...

We have tried.

We have been to so many

attorneys over the years.

This is so unfair! Dad, come on!

[Katie] Okay, Carrie

has worked so hard.

- Emerson Food is her dream.

- Thank you.

I don't want the company.

This isn't right.

- Carrie, I will give it to you.

- Okay.

Katie, let's just think

about this for a minute.

[Carrie] What is that

supposed to mean?

[Ethan] I just don't think

Katie should be so hasty.

This is a big deal, and maybe

everybody should sleep on it

before we make

any big decisions.

You don't have

to make any decisions!

None of this has

anything to do with you!

Well, apparently, I do.

- Okay, um...

- This is exactly what I didn't want to have happen.

I am so sorry, honeys.

We have tried on this,

but our hands are tied.

[Katie] Carrie,

we can figure this out.

That's really easy

for you to say.

Honey, I know why you're angry.

You have every right...

[Ethan] We're gonna get through

this. Okay? We're gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Nothing's set in stone.

The whole point of this conversation is

that it's set in stone! Be quiet, please!

Carrie, stop yelling at Ethan!

- Katie, just let her get it out.

- You know what? No!

You know what? Never mind.

Why don't we all

just decorate for Christmas!

Oh, everyone!

Be careful, don't put

Mrs. Santa above Santa.

We wouldn't want her to get

any ideas about taking over.

Really, Dad?

Honey...

Dad!

Mr. Courtney.

- Mark Tate.

- Dylan Courtney. Pleasure.

- Hi, Carrie Tate.

- Hi, Carrie. Pleasure.

This is... you already

met... my assistant.

- We didn't shake. Soft.

- Oh!

- Can we offer you some coffee?

- No, I'm fine. Thank you.

- Okay.

- All right, that's...

- Oh, okay, all right. Bye!

- Oh. Bye.

I'm... I'm sorry. I thought that I was

speaking with Tom or Marilyn today.

No, the Rowlings retained

me as independent counsel.

- I see.

- Shall we begin?

Oh, of course.

First off, just let it be

known that the only reason

why the Rowlings are doing this is because

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