Emily in Paris

Enjoy the holidays

and congratulations to all of us for this exceptional year.

Agence Grateau couldn't exist without your hard work

and creative genius.

So, I look forward to another successful year.

- Cheers. - Cheers!

I don't know if I should thank you or blame you for everything this year,

but it wouldn't have been the same without you.

Thank you?

Oh, I wanted to bring a couple of client issues to your attention.

Oh, no, no, no. Sorry, Emily.

My holiday officially started with this toast.

-Oh, okay, yeah, I'll just email you. -Don't.

Don't email and definitely don't call.

Joyeux Noël, Emily.

Joyeux Noël, Sylvie.

Luc, where did that come from?

Oh, that? That was nothing.

When are you leaving for Chicago?

Tomorrow. I'm so excited.

Are you traveling?

No. My Christmas present is arriving from Barcelona in a few hours.

His name is Dominique. Look.

- Ooh! Gorgeous. - Mm-hmm.

He visits his family in Paris every Christmas.

Oh, you have a Christmas boyfriend.

-More like a stocking stuffer. -Oh!

He's like Santa Claus. Comes just once a year.

-Or a few times, depending. -

Naughty and nice.

Just like you, Emily.

Uh, looks like your present's just arrived.

["Le temps est bon" by Bon Entendeur and Isabelle Pierre playing]

Merry Christmas, guys.

-Merry Christmas, Emily. -Merry Christmas, Emily.

Oh. This is almost perfect.

Almost? What's missing?

-It's not Christmas without snow. -

Well, it rarely snows in Paris, but when it does, it's good luck.

I don't need luck.

I'm finally flying back to Chicago. And it's on Christmas.

I just really wish you were coming with me.

Ah, me too, me too.

There's no way I can leave the restaurant for so long.

- -

Ooh!

So what were your Christmases like?

Oh. Well, uh, I don't have much family,

so I've spent the past several holidays with Camille's.

-Mmm. -At the house in Megève.

I have oysters and goose and spend Christmas Day skiing, basically.

-Well, that sounds very French. -

Are you okay that I'm spending Christmas with them?

Yeah, of course.

You're having a baby.

They're, um... They're part of your life.

Our lives.

I really wish I could take you back to Chicago with me.

I wanna start making Christmas memories with you.

This is a pretty good one.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS PARIS

- -

Hey, will you come sit on this while I try to close it?

No way, that thing will

-catapult me out the window. -

You've got to take some stuff out.

What? No, everything's essential.

You have, like, four light-up Christmas sweaters in here,

plus matching pajamas for everyone, plus all your gifts.

Okay, maybe I'm overdoing it,

but that's what Cooper Christmases are for. We go hard.

Mmm.

Oh! I need my running tights for the 5K at Navy Pier.

You guys run on Christmas?

Uh, yeah.

You'd love it. It's our tradition.

Sounds so fun.

At least you get the place to yourself.

I can't believe that you didn't wanna join Nico and his family in St. Barts.

Seriously? No, thank you.

I've done Christmas in the middle of a succession war before. Nightmare.

I'm just gonna stay here in Paris

and host my usual orphan's Christmas party.

That's my tradition.

Oh, sounds fun. What do you do?

A lot of Molly.

-What? -I said it's real jolly.

Mmm.

Benoît and Étienne are gonna play Christmas songs for everyone.

Benoît? Have you guys talked since, uh...

Since what?

Since you didn't kiss at Laurent G's party.

That was a performance, Emily.

We were giving the audience a taste of what they wanted

while also leaving them wanting more.

Leaving who wanting more?

Benoît is my bandmate.

Nico is my boyfriend. End of story.

Okay.

Well, you have fun at your party with your bandmate.

Just, uh... stay away from the mistletoe.

-Oh. - My mistletoe socks.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Passport and boarding pass, please.

Merry Christmas Eve.

So I know this is probably gonna be overweight,

but I packed an empty tote bag just in case. Phew.

No need. We allow heavier bags for our business class passengers.

Business cla...

No, there must be a mistake. Sorry, I'm in Premium Economy.

No mistake.

Here is your new boarding pass.

Merci beaucoup.

Uh, actually, do you mind letting me know how I was upgraded,

just so I can make sure it happens in the future?

Well, it seems that it was a gift.

["Mon beau chapeau" by Sacha Distel playing]

Sylvie Grateau, what did you do?

What part of don't call did you not understand?

Thank you so much!

I'm not even on the plane yet, and this lounge is so chic.

They keep offering me champagne. Is it too early?

It's certainly too early for stupid questions.

This place is huge! I'm finally making it to the second floor.

I mean, did you know that there's a spa in here?

Yes, I know. Why don't you get a facial and put your phone down?

Do you know who does the marketing for Air France?

I think we should set a meeting.

I mean, I could sell this airline on the lounge alone.

"Luxury begins on the ground."

The whole purpose of a lounge, a spa, and a holiday

is to relax, unplug, be quiet.

But write that pitch down.

Ah, it's good, right?

Mmm, yeah, it will be. Next year.

Allez, bon voyage!

Attention, passengers on Air France flight 136

-to Chicago. -Yum.

Due to severe weather at O'Hare Airport, this flight is cancelled.

All flights to Chicago

-are grounded until further notice. -

Please let me carry something.

No, you're already carrying something.

This weekend, I want to find some time for ourselves.

Yeah.

-Maybe a quiet dinner? -Yeah.

We've got to pick up our order.

It's nice to see you two together.

After the wedding, I didn't know how any of this was going to work,

but things are falling into place.

What do you mean? Gabriel is with Emily.

Maybe, but she's in Chicago and he's here with you.

Everyone's where they belong.

Holidays clarify what's really important. Family.

And maybe there will be a Christmas miracle.

It's more complicated than that.

But love is always complicated.

- Hmm. -

Well, we won't be lacking anything.

- -

Thank you. It's nice of you to help me with Christmas dinner.

Don't mention it.

Help you? You just stand around and drink.

- -What?! That's not true!

-No, she supervises. -Yes, that's it. I supervise.

-Emily, ça va? - Not bien.

Not bien at all.

They canceled my flight and now I have to wait for my bag.

I'm so sorry.

It's Emily. Her flight was canceled.

I'm not gonna make it home for Christmas now.

-I could just come back to Paris. - No.

I can't ask you to do that.

No, it's okay. They'll understand.

What?!

But you can't! You just got here and I need your help with dinner.

Emily can come here.

What are you thinking? Be serious.

I am serious.

Emily, it's Gérard.

We would love to have you in Megève.

Oh. Um, that's... very nice of you. But...

Gabriel will send you train instructions,

and we'll see you for dinner with the whole family.

-But... - Je suis le Champère,

and I will not accept no for an answer.

Magnifique.

She's coming, everyone.

Come, my love.

Honey, everything's going to be fine.

You know, uh... I can just meet her in Paris.

It's fine. Really.

-Are you sure? -Mm-hmm.

-Really? -Yeah.

Looks like our little dinner is getting postponed.

-Non, I'm not going anywhere. -