(city hubbub) (upbeat music) - So? How did you find Renee?
Were you dazzled? Amber's not in yet.
I just thought I'd check in. (phone vibrating)
Joanne, can I call you later? Mm, great. Renee, now I know I'm not
officially your agent, but I thought I'd let you know,
Joanne loved you. Amber? Hm, yes,
she's my colleague. (sizzling) Uh, no, unfortunately
she isn't in yet. Now, I know you've been mostly
chatting with her so far, but Joanne is a close personal
friend of mine. It didn't seem fair to make
you wait until Amber gets out of bed
just to hear the scoop. Well, I've been holding out
for better terms from the legal team for you. (chuckles)
Hey, just doing my job. Well, that is, it could be
my job, if you like. I just know
we'd make an amazing team. We're both early birds,
for a start. Oh, you do? Well,
that is wonderful news. I'll have the paperwork
sent over to you right away. Ciao. - Um--
- You're hovering. - Sorry. Um, your fiancé's been on hold
for half an hour now, so I thought I should
remind you-- - Fine. Patch call him
through to my cell. I'm going for coffee. (ding!) (cellphone chime) - Are you kidding? Tiffany just stole Renee.
- Renee Garcia? But you've been courting her
for like a week. - This is what I get
for letting you talk me into
a lazy morning. - She hasn't signed on
the dotted line just yet. If you left now, you could--
- Show up at her door in my PJs and beg her to reconsider? - I thought you would probably
get dressed first. (scoffs) - Not a good look.
It's too desperate. - Hm, so this is my fault? - Hey, you're important, too. Relax. Tiffany wins this round,
but the fight isn't over yet. - You two have such a weird
relationship. - You wouldn't get it,
you're too nice. - What's that supposed to mean? - You know, like,
with your friends. You... you need trust
and warmth and someone
to watch the game with. - And you? - Well, I need that stuff too, but I also need to be spiky
sometimes. Competitive. Tiffany's
like my sparing partner. - Aw. The best enemy a girl
could have. - Exactly. It's fun. You never know
what she's gonna do next. - Huh. - I should probably go--
- You should probably go. Have fun. (birds chirping) (playful music)
- My usual, please. (phone ringing)
Thank you. (sighs)
Colin, what is it now? You're what?! The wedding is in four weeks and
you think you can just... You what?!
Oh, oh, you want it back? Well... You know what, Colin?
If it's so important to you... go fish!
(splash) - Tiffany? What happened?
- Amber. I, uh... Colin just broke off
our engagement. - Oh. Oh no, I'm so sorry. - Oh, not as sorry
as he's going to be. I did not work this hard
for him to just... - Just, tell me inside?
(chuckles) More private. - Fine! And I had to do it all myself.
- That is your MO. - Ugh! He was useless.
Well, you know what he was like. - Actually I don't, because
you never introduced me. - I didn't?
- No. - Well, you didn't miss much. Did you know I booked
the tickets to Paris and the trip to the Eiffel Tower
so he could pop the question. All he did was supply the ring and that is only because
it was his grandma's. (sighs) Just look at it all, ugh. You can't imagine how much
planning goes into all of this. - Oh, I really can.
(chuckles) - What?
- Daniel and I are engaged. (playful music) We're... we're getting married
next summer. You RSVP'd three months ago.
- Oh. Yeah. Of course. Can't wait. And now... And now, not only do I have
nobody to spend my microscopic amounts
of free time with, I also have to cut into that
time to cancel my own wedding. Well, Emily could do it, but
it's so embarrassing to ask-- - I'll do it. - What? I mean... what? - I could make
the cancellation calls. I mean, if you... you like. - You'd do that for me? - Sure. Tiffany, you're one of my oldest
friends. - Oh. I... I suppose I am. - So, just leave it to me.
- Oh. Okay then. Thanks Amber, that's...
that's really nice. - Mm. No problem. - Huh. Wow. Hm. You transferred my wedding
reservation into your name? - Uh, well, it's not like
you were gonna use it. - You already have
your own wedding booked... for next summer.
- Remember that now, have you? (scoffs)
Wait, look-- - This is because I poached
Renee from you, isn't it? - No. Actually, it's because I--
- That is low, Amber. Professional rivalry
is one thing. But stealing
my wedding reservation so you can rub my face
in your happy love life? - No! If you would just listen,
it's because-- - But anyway. It doesn't matter.
- It doesn't? - Not at all. See, Colin and I talked
everything over last night. Wedding's back on.
- Oh. Okay. Well, um, that's great.
- Mm-hmm. So, I'll be needing this back.
- Okay. And now, do you also need help
trawling the fountain? - What? - Because that's where
the engagement ring is, right? - No need. Colin's buying
me a new ring. (scoffs) - Oh, uh, Tiffany. What are
you doing for dinner tonight? - Nothing.
- Well in that case, why don't you and Colin
join Daniel and me? That is, if you can bear to
finally introduce us. - Sure. We'll see you at seven.
- Great. (chuckles) - Oh my God. (playful music) (sighs) Emily! I need your help.
Pull up a chair. Close the door first. (clears throat) Okay. I need a fiancé. - But... I thought... Colin? - My ex-fiancé, Colin,
broke it off. - So you're looking
at our potential client list to find a new boyfriend? - No. Don't be ridiculous. I want to find an actor
who can pretend to be Colin. - Oh, right. Uh, why? - So Amber doesn't
steal my wedding, obviously. Keep up, Emily! - But you're not getting
married? - That doesn't mean
I'm willing to watch Amber walk down my aisle
with her perfect fiancé carrying my flowers and
listening to my wedding band. - Yeah.
- Now find me a man. - Okay. Um, oh, okay. (sighs)
Ooh, how about a Emanuel Reid? I know you were thinking about--
- Too famous. Amber might recognize him. - Alright. Nathan Bergs? He is 37. Last
major role was five years ago. Just bit parts since then.
- Red flag. With a career path like that,
he's either a terrible actor or horrible to work with.
- Okay. Nick Forsyth? Worked solidly
since... forever. Always off...
off Broadway. Nice face. Ooh, and he can juggle. - Okay. Done. Pick a bar near
the Crystal Palladium and tell him to meet me there. Oh, text me the details. (soft music) Nick. - You must be Tiffany. Do you always greet potential
clients with citrus? - Just making sure you live up
to your CV. Juggling.
- Oh, yes. Well, I'm sure they got a couple
lemons behind the bar. - Never mind that. I need a fiancé. - Sorry, what?
- Not a real one. Honestly, you're as bad
as my PA. - Uh, you... you want... I'm sorry,
is this an acting job? - Absolutely. I just need you
to pretend you're my ex-fiancé,
Colin so that my colleague, Amber,
thinks I'm still engaged and doesn't steal my wedding
reservation. - Yeah, I... I don't really do
that kind of... - And, if you pull it off,
I'll sign you to my agency. - You'd sign me? Just like that?
But in exchange, I'd have to... - I'm not suggesting you
actually marry me or anything, that would be...
that would be weird. - Yeah, that would be weird.
(sighs) - I don't need your approval.
Just your talent. Actors like you,
sometimes they make it. And you know the other thing
that can happen to honest, hard-working, talented actors
with no contacts? They can get lost
in all the competition. - So what are you saying? - I'm saying,
why not try selling out? Just this once.
- Oh... - See what a little bit
of favoritism could do for
your career. (sighs) - You know what? Why not?
- Great. Come on, then.
- Where are we going? - Well, I can't have you
turning up looking like that all stylish and arty.
- Thanks very much. (chuckles)
- Colin's more... dweeby.
- Oh. - You work at a theatre, right?
- Sure. - Find something preppy
in the costume department and
I'll meet you at seven. Hi there. Um, I don't really
know how to put this, but thank you for giving away
my wedding reservation. - I'm not sure I understand. - I'm Tiffany Miller.
- Oh, Tiffany. Yes. I was so sorry to hear
about your wedding but it's all sorted out.
Your friend Amber called and-- - No. I don't understand.
I mean, I told Amber that we... my fiancé and I had had a fight
but I didn't mean for her to-- - I'm sorry, are you saying
you don't want to cancel? - It was just a silly argument and I'm sure that Amber was just
trying to help, but I... I can't think why on earth
she would do this. I mean, it's just...
it's so confusing. - Oh dear. That is a pickle. - And now Amber's taken my
wedding reservation for herself and I don't know how
I'm gonna find another venue with this short of notice!
- Oh! Please don't worry
about that. We can reinstate
your reservation. (sighs)
And I'll let your friend know that if she wants to book us,
she'll have to wait her turn like everyone else.
(sighs) - Thank you so much, I...
I'm so grateful. I don't know
what I would have done if you couldn't fix this for me. - No worries.
(chuckles) (soft music) - Mm-hmm. (upbeat music)
What are you wearing? - It's a blazer, shirt,
and some trousers. What? (scoffs)
- The reason you're dressed like
a prep school reject is? - Not relevant to this
conversation. So, are these the options? - Okay. Um, top of the pile, as well as top of my wish list
is Much Ado About Nothing, and pour vous,
my young starlet, the charming, witty daredevil
soldier Benedick. - Benedick? No. No, no. Give me Claudio,
the innocent young lover. (scoffs)
- Something new and exciting
for you. - If the thing ain't broke. - Speaking of sticking to
what you know, how's Lizzie? - Lizzie?
- I'm sorry, not Lizzie, uh... Laura? Chloe?
Give me a hint here. - Uh, it was Margaritte, but, that ended a couple
of weeks ago. - Astonishing. People
are a lot more interesting once you actually
get to know them. - I'm a Claudio, I'm all about
the first flush of romance. - I'm directing and I promise
I won't put you on a stage until I'm absolutely certain
you'll slay them. Which you will.
- But, Benedick, he's a man of experience, a jaded soldier
with a checkered history. I am the pure young ingenue. - You're 35.
- Okay, fine. You wanna know why
I'm dressed like this? - Finally. Hit me.
(sighs) - I uh... I have a new job. - As what? A geography teacher? - Okay. You know Tiffany Miller?
- The agent? Yeah, of course. - Well, she's agreed to sign me. - Oh my God. That's incredible. I mean, don't forget me
when you're the new darling
of Broadway. - She's agreed to sign me if I pose as her fiancé
for dinner tonight. - I'm sorry, what?
- Her fiancé broke up with her and she doesn't want to get
rid of her wedding reservation, so I am posing as Colin
on a dinner date. - So she's trying to figure
things out with the real Colin,
right? - Uh, no. As far as I can tell, she's entirely motivated
by spite. Her friend wants the booking.
(laughing) - I love it! And she's roped in the most
risk-averse man in New York. I mean, hey, if she can
push you far enough out of
your comfort zone, maybe I'll get my Benedick
after all. - Uh, it's just dinner. Not even Tiffany Miller
can change an actor that fast. - Tell me about it. (scoffs) - Alright, so, you know
how he dresses and you know
how old he is. - Probably.
- What else is there? - What does he do?
- Oh, yeah. Um, it's... something really
boring with spreadsheets. And he has an apartment
that he lives in with a couple
of friends from school. I wanna say Jed? Yeah, Jed. And... Nicole. - Uh, how long were you
together? - About a year. I got to 34
and I was like, "Okay, my career is amazing,
but I am getting kind of tired of attending family functions
alone." My family is... judgmental. - You don't say? - So, I went out and
found someone. - How romantic.
(chuckles) - This is it. Anything else,
just... wing it. Oh, and he's from Cambridge,
England. - Wait, what? - Here you are.
- Thank you. So, Colin. Where'd you grow up? (with a British accent):
Cambridge, England. - Oh, which part? - Oh, little street not
far from the College Backs. - So, Daniel. How are
all the wedding plans going? - Oh, well, we're basically
all sorted. Right, honey? - Maybe. Anyway, Colin, how long
have you been in the US? (chuckles) - Four... four years. - And why did you move here? - For work.
- Who do you work for? - A bank in the city.
- Which one? - Citigroup.
- And do you have your green
card? - Okay. Amber, can I borrow you
for a moment? Sorry. - How am I doing?
- Good. Just... maybe be less
intelligent. - You know, this is officially
the weirdest audition I've ever
had. (chuckles) - What are you doing?
- Huh? - Huh? What's with
the third degree? - Oh, wait, I didn't tell you.
I'm so sorry. That's not Colin.
- What? - The real Colin broke up with
her. He's a fake. She just doesn't want us
to get her wedding booking. We just have to prove it. - Okay... let's do this. (whimsical music) So sorry about that.
- No problem. - So, Colin,
you're a financial analyst. I'm in a similar line of work. What's your field? - Honestly, if you get him
started on his job-- - Oh, I don't mind. I am very
interested in finance. - Aw, well, um... my department
assesses financial risk of... particular investments.
- Such as? - Stocks, shares. It's a really great job.
My uncle got me into it. My dad got sick of me lurking
around the house so he asked my uncle
for something to keep me
out of trouble. - Hm.
- Hm. While you're telling
stories, Colin, I would love to hear the story
of how you two met. I mean, I know
Tiffany's version, but I'd love to hear yours. - I don't remember telling you
that story. - Oh, you didn't.
It was in your draft speech for the wedding
in the planner yesterday. It's all in there.
(chuckles) I read the whole thing
very recently. - You must remember the details
really clearly, Amber. - Yes, I do, Daniel.
- Hm. - Uh... well, um, we um... met at a wine bar.
- Hm. - I was sitting alone
after work, waiting for my work buddies
to come back from the bar. Well, anyway, they came back
and we started talking finance, stock shares,
all that business stuff, when this total knockout woman walks up to me,
ignores all my friends, comes straight up to me
and she says, "Hey baby, ditch these losers
and come dance!" (gasps)
- I did not. I've never called anyone baby
in my entire life. - Hey, I am telling the story.
And that's how I remember it. She grabs me by the tie--
- Lie! - Leads me onto the dance floor,
and I'm there all... all ready to impress her
with my moves when the music changes. They're playing this slow,
romantic number. And that was the moment where
I realized... this woman is pretty cool. And that's how we met. (romantic music)
(chuckles) (laughing)
- I can't believe-- - You got away with it!
- Right?! - Oh! Oh, when you called
on the waiter and told him that he brought the wrong
starter-- - And you picked up that
I meant we decided to start
with marriage and then get a mortgage?
Ooh, or when you told the story about how Colin didn't know
the difference between carnations and roses.
How did you know that? - Oh, it was just a hunch.
But hey, at least he was buying
you flowers. - Well, obviously he had some
good points. I did agree to marry him.
- Hm. Oh, I thought we were done
for when she'd asked about
my sibling's jobs. - Yeah, you almost blew it then. - I almost blew it? - Yes, you did. - Well, who's the one
who forgot to tell me that Colin's sister works
in the White House. - What are you saying?
- Well, I'm saying that if we nearly blew it
because I didn't know something, that's on you
for not telling me. - I hired you to do a job.
- Yeah, an acting job, not a mind-reading job. - Do you know
who you're talking to? - Yeah, sure. Someone
who invited a total stranger to meet her friends
and introduced him as
her fiancé, Colin. Luckily for you... I'm the king of improv. So? - So, it was a pleasure doing
business with you. - And?
- And I'll be in touch. (soft music) (sighs) (city hubbub)
- Amber. - Mm.
- Do we really need to do this? - Yes. This is really, really
important to me. - In that case, we need
to come up with something
seriously good. (chuckles)
- Yeah. Especially since she... - What?
- Since she... I've got it. - What?
- She'll want to avoid introducing fake Colin to anyone
else, right? - Obviously.
- So we need to force her hand, force her to bring him along
to a whole bunch of stuff. - Yeah, that'd be great,
but how? - We need an ally.
- Who? - Isn't it obvious?
The one person who stands to lose more than we do
if Tiffany gets her way. - Oh, yes. I have no idea.
(scoffs) I'm gonna figure it out. (soft music) - Hi.
- Oh, hello. You're back. - I know how this looks. I take
my friend's wedding reservation, she calls and says
it's a mistake, so I must be some sort of crazy,
wedding stealing, maniac bride, right? (chuckling)
- Something like that. - The thing is, I'm not, and
boy do I have a story for you. (phone ringing) - Hello?
- Hi there, am I speaking
to Tiffany? - You are.
- This is Julia from the Crystal Palladium, your wedding venue.
- Yes. - I'm calling
with some exciting news. - Okay.
- As of this afternoon, we can confirm
that we're offering a new, wholly bespoke package. - But I've already booked
everything. - Uh, unfortunately
your existing bookings are no longer valid.
- What? - But your new ones will
be much more closely tailored
to your preferences. - Listen, I was already
very happy with everything-- - We're offering a cake tasting
menu from three different local
chefs, a floral display
from three local florists, and a... battle of the wedding bands. - I really don't have the time
to deal-- - I know how particular
you are about details. So I'm just thrilled
that I can finally offer you
your dream wedding. - But... ugh! Fine. When?
- We have our tasting session at lunch time... tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? Fine. Great. (sighs) - If she realizes what
we're doing-- - Then what? Look, if I'm right,
you're saving yourself
a huge loss of income. - I know.
- And if I'm wrong, you're offering an amazing, bespoke package to your clients
and making awesome links within your local community.
It's... - I suppose so. Wait, did I say
lunchtime tomorrow? I have so much to organize! Come on, let's go.
Let's go, let's go! Hurry.
(upbeat music) - Hi, Nick? Yeah. How do you feel about
lunch tomorrow? - Okay. - Okay. Great. - Yeah. Yeah, I'll... I'll see
you then. Okay, bye-bye. - Your fake fiancé?
- Cynic. - It was, wasn't it?
- Alright. Yes, it was. But she was just inviting me
to lunch. - Lunch?
- Look. It was a one-time job. It's done. She probably just
wants to discuss... signing me to her agency. - Sure. She seems highly
trustworthy. Tell you what. If you're right, I'll buy you
dinner tomorrow night. - And if I'm wrong?
- Then you buy the dinner. - Deal. But I'm ordering
lobster. - Oh, deal. - Okay, uh, should we get
some work done? Now, I know that you said
you want to kick off the new season with something
classic. So, Romeo and Juliet.
(groans) Oh, look, a naive romantic
for you to play. Nick, you can't keep playing
the young lover all your life. No. Veto. Hard veto. Look... Look, let's just try this, okay? Much Ado About Nothing,
nothing scary, just a fun little exchange of
wits between the romantic leads. Okay, let's go from the top
of page 23. I'll read in Beatrice. "I would rather
hear my dog bark at a crow then a man swear he loves me." - "Keep you still in that mind.
Then some gentleman or other shall escape
a scratched face." I'm... I'm sorry, is this how
he speaks to his love interest? - It's called banter,
you might have heard of it. "Scratching could not make it
worse, if it were such a face
as yours is." - "Well you are a rare parrot
teacher." God, they are horrible
to each other. - They're sparing. "Better a bird of mine than
a beast of yours." - "I wish my horse had the speed
of your tongue--" - Okay, Nick, can I interest
you in doing some acting? - I'm...
I'm just not feeling it. - You're not letting yourself
feel it. - I'm not a Benedick, Anthony. I know that you think
that I can do this, but I... I can't. - Fine. But I'll tell you this.
I'm banning Romeo and Juliet. So just you look through the banquet of art at
your feet and choose something. - I don't know--
- Choose! (playful music) (city hubbub) - Hi.
- Hi. Is this the place? I didn't
realize it was a restaurant. - Oh, um, it's not exactly.
It's actually my wedding venue. There's a tasting session today
to pick the wedding cake. Should be good. Um, do you mind just...
- Yeah. - Yeah. And one more thing.
- Ah, yes. Pretty special place for
a wedding. - It's perfect. Which is why I'm not giving it
to Amber without a fight. (gasps)
- Tiffany! - Amber.
(chuckling) Why are you here?
- Well, I was so impressed
by the venue that we are considering moving
our wedding here. - Yeah...
- Really? - Mm-hmm. - Well, I guess we'll see
if they have-- - Oh, oh, hi.
- Tiffany and Colin. Welcome. Please, sit down.
Sit down. Mind if I join you? I like to
get a feeling from the ground. (chuckles)
- Mm, isn't this so romantic? - I know. To be physically here, in the place where I might get
to call you my wife. Muah. - And to think I almost
threw this all away over a silly little argument.
You were right, as always. Can't expect you to marry me if I insist on wearing
a purple cravat. - Exactly.
You knew perfectly well that my bouquet
would be red. - Oh, which reminds me, angel,
I owe you a new engagement ring. - Yes, you do.
- What happened to the last one? - Oh, she threw it in
a fountain. - And that was a family
heirloom, right? - Oh, it's my fault.
Tiffany explained it all. If I want to marry
a fiery woman, I'm to blame if I get burnt. - Well, I didn't put it quite
like that. - So this afternoon,
ring shopping. (laughing) - Oh, I can help. Um... well, I'm just... put it here and maybe
I will scooch over here. (chuckling) - Some sweets for my sweetie. Oh, here we go. Uh, uh...
- Mm. - Co-operate, will you?
(chuckling) - Mm.
- Mm. - If I could have
your attention, please. I hope everyone
is enjoying their cakes. Please do stay as long
as you like. - I can stay here with you
forever. - Oh. Good food with the best
company. (chuckles)
- Oh, and just a reminder that our exhibition
of florists is this afternoon
at three o'clock. We'll see you all then. (chuckles) - How many more
of these events are there? I signed up for one dinner date.
(sighs) - I thought you'd be glad
to have more chances to show off
your skills and... Fine, three more. Flowers, table decorations,
band. - Three?
- It was just supposed
to be one dinner but the venue has
this new all-bespoke policy. - Oh yeah? How new?
- As of yesterday. - Uh-huh.
- You think... - Amber really wants
that reservation, right? - No.
- No. - She wouldn't. She... No.
(gasps) Oh, that's it.
The gloves are coming off. - Uh, they weren't already off? - She's gonna be watching
everything we do. - We?
- Huh. - Ugh... fine.
Three more events. And then I'll never have
to see Colin again. - Well, that'll be a relief
for the both of us. - Well, it's two hours
until the next session, so, I guess I'll go run lines
at a coffee shop or something. - Don't be silly,
you can come back to my place, it's just around the corner. I've got snacks. - Okay. (soft music) - Some of my clients use
my place as an emergency rehearsal space. So, I always have snacks
on standby. - And coffee.
(chuckles) - What have you got there? - I'm just brushing up
on a couple of my audition
monologues. - Awesome. What are you reading? - Are you really interested?
- Of course. I'm a theatrical agent,
I like theatre. - I guess, it's just... so far what I've seen in you,
well, you like control. - Ouch. Can't a girl have more
than one passion? - Well, sure, but--
- Seriously, do you have any idea
how competitive my job is? Your passion is in the role, finding the character and
drawing them out. Finding your read. My passion
is my client's careers. I'm a matchmaker.
I love finding someone amazing and matching them up with
the exact director they need to collaborate with right now. I really love it.
It's why I'm the best. - Romeo and Juliet.
It's Romeo's, "But soft, what light through
yonder window breaks" speech. - Okay.
What else you got? (soft music) Huh. Hm. - What do you think?
- Well, these are all pretty similar, to be honest.
I mean, you could write a fairly decent undergraduate
essay claiming that these are actually
all the same guy. - Yeah, well, that guy gets me
most of my work. - Hold on. - A controlling jerk
who patronizes his wife. - Uh-huh. - A man almost broken by
survivor's guilt. - Oh, yeah.
- And a guy who thinks he'll never fall in love. Is that what you think of me? - Nick, I think you're an actor
with range and I'd like to know why
you're so scared to use it. - This guy. This is who I am,
on and off the stage. - Wait, you're saying
this extends to your personal life
as well? - Well, I can hardly play
the young romantic lead if I was married with two kids
and a mortgage, could I? - It's acting. You do know
you're allowed to pretend,
right? (chuckles) All of these roles are
well within your abilities. Why won't you just let yourself
grow into them? Look, just stick around here and
at least give them a read, okay? I have to pop into the office, but I'll meet you back here
in an hour. Oh, and good luck. (playful music) Let's see you mess with
my life when you have your own fires
to put out. And one more thing. - Welcome, thank you for coming.
- Hi, how are you? - Okay, there they are. Come on, let's go choose roses.
- Choose roses? - Well, the whole point
of this event is to choose
wedding flowers. They're choosing roses,
we choose roses so we can be
near them. - Okay. But we already chose
our wedding flowers. Years ago.
- Mm-hmm. - Bluebells and daffodils. I said a wedding was a new start
and you said, in that case, we should go with spring
flowers. - Uh-huh. Come on. (sighs) - No, Colin, we are not
having off-white flowers at
our wedding. It'll wash out my dress.
- Oh, right. Sorry. Uh, pink.
You have a pink dress. - I'm not getting married in it. Colin, I already told you, I want classic
Hollywood romance. And that means... Red, Colin. Red roses. (sighs) (soft music) (distant siren) - So, apparently
we're decorating our wedding
with roses? - This is so weird. I'm waiting
on like four important emails and nothing has come through. - Amber, can you put
your phone down? Please. Roses?
- What about them? - You told Julia that if the wedding reservation
goes ahead, we'll have roses for
the bouquets. - Okay, so?
- So? So you just chose them because it happened to be where
Tiffany was standing. We already chose our flowers. - Okay, well, it's not
like we can get bluebells
and snowdrops this time of year anyway.
- Do you think, maybe, this should have been
a discussion? - I mean, well,
I had talked to Julia. - Between us.
A discussion between us. - You care about flowers?
- I care about these flowers. - Well then you should have
said something. - You didn't give me a chance. - Because you don't care
about flowers. (sighs) - This is my wedding too. - I know that. - We have been planning this
wedding since we were like, 17. - I have been planning,
you have been nodding. - Amber.
- Look, if you don't have anything
sensible to say, maybe just wait until you do. (sighs) (humming) - What's this I see?
Benedick? Alexai? Christopher? - Yeah--
- And there was me thinking you weren't listening
to a single word I said. - Yeah, they're...
they're not bad. - Mm-hmm, really?
- Yeah. It's a lot to... sink your teeth into.
(chuckling) - Who are you and what have you
done with the real Nick? - They're Tiffany's suggestions.
- Oh. (laughing)
Tiffany! I spend months trying
to coax you out of your self-imposed casting
box and no dice, but the divine Tiffany suggests
a few monologues and suddenly, here they are. - I'm just reading them. - Tell you what.
That woman's personal life may be insane,
but professionally, she knows what
she's talking about. That selection is perfect
for you. She even put in a Benedick.
- Mm-hmm. - Wanna do a read through? - I said I'd read them,
not perform them. - Oh, come on. Much easier
to sink your teeth into-- - No! No. - Okay. Okay.
Okay, that's okay. (sighs) Can you make
the funding meeting today? - Nope. Sorry. - Busy planning your fake
wedding? - Yeah.
(sighs) It looks like Tiffany invited
every single person she's ever met to her wedding. - And you're memorizing them? - I have to help
with the table settings. - Table settings? For a wedding
that isn't happening? - Well, she says that
she wants us to keep acting like it's all going ahead until it's too late for Amber
to take the booking. (sighs)
- You know what? If she keeps this up
much longer, this fake relationship
is gonna last longer than any
of your real ones. - Hm. - Colin, no. I said by
the bathrooms, not by the bar. That's the last place you want
him sitting. - Right. - Oh, hi Amber. Daniel. - Hi. What's up? Colin's not
clued in to your family's names? - Ugh, you know Colin. I'm amazed he knows the
names of his own siblings,
to be honest. - Oh, really?
Well, Daniel and I know all about each other's
families, don't we honey? - Sure. - It's no use, he's an actor, he's gonna have
all the names memorized. - Mm-hmm.
- We need something firm, something he can't smooth talk
his way out of, like um... Oh, this is gold. Tiffany and Colin.
- Hm? I have just had the most
beautiful idea! - Ooh?
- I've just remembered you told me Colin plays
the guitar! What if he serenades you
at your wedding?! - Oh... Colin is just very private
about his music. - Oh. Daniel will be
serenading me, won't you? He plays the trumpet! - Wow...
- Trumpet and guitar... Have a double wedding and
you can form a Mariachi band. (awkward laughter) - Oh, I'd have thought
you'd love to tell her how you feel with music. - I suppose so, but...
- It's settled then! What a lovely idea.
- Thank you. - We'll run a technical
rehearsal... Not many available slots. It'll have to be tomorrow.
Okay? - Sure... - Perfect. - Great... great. Okay. You can't play at all?!
- No. - Well then, why did you agree?
- I didn't agree. You agreed. - What kind of actor can't play
guitar, anyway? - Well, I play piano.
And you're changing the subject. - You're right. It was me who agreed. Well, I guess that's that, then.
- What do you mean? - You turn up tomorrow when
you can't play guitar, then... But hey,
we had a really good run. And even though I didn't... What? - Let me make a call. Anthony? I need a favour
from you. (chuckles) I am telling you, my mom used
to have this dog. - Uh-huh.
- His name was Truro, and the way you talk to Colin is
exactly how she talked to him! - Like he's a dog?!
- Well, a naughty dog who you've kinda
given up training properly. (laughing) - Wait, is that who
you've been channelling when you've been doing
Colin, then? (gasps) (with a British accent):
"Oh, sorry, sorry Tiffany! I'll just eat
this biscuit then!" I still can't believe you
don't know how to play guitar. - Oh... I play piano!
- How is that relevant? - And bassoon. Does that help?
- Why would that help? - Oh, it is a very romantic
instrument, the bassoon. - Hm.
- Very... very underrated. - Oh, absolutely. It's uh,
right up there with the drums. - And the tuba. (laughing)
(imitates the tuba) (doorbell buzzing)
- Oh, hold on. Hi! Come on in. - So, you must be the famous
Tiffany! - And you're the infamous
Anthony! (chuckling)
- This is my husband, Manuel. - Welcome.
- And with him, the most important part
of the operation... The guitars! - Hey, man! Come on in. - Okay, so, um, what was
your song with Colin Mark 1? - Oh, we... Well, we didn't
really have one. - You must have done... - I used to just put on
my own music. - Um... "Old Devil Called Love". - Uh, that's our song, so... - We can loan it out
for a good cause. - Um, the lyrics are too
complicated. Colin would never understand
why love could be bad. - I bet he would now.
- Hey! - "Scarborough Fair"? - I love that song. - Simple melody.
- Romantic. - Easy to play. - You can sing, right?
- Let's hope so. (chuckling) - Coffee? Come on.
- You get me. - Alright we're gonna start
with the melody. This string.
- Top? Alright. This... Open, and into
that seventh fret. - Seventh fret. (plays softly) - No, when I say risk-averse,
I mean seriously risk averse. - Yeah, that's kind
of the vibe I got. - Um, white?
- Ooh, freezer. (humming) - He never, never, ever
takes risks, just applies for the same roles
he's always done. - But he must get bored. Like, how many times
has he played Romeo now? Anthony?
- I'm thinking. Um, seven. - Seven?! - Oh...
- He's a smart guy. There's no way that he finds it
challenging to play the same young teenager
once every couple of years. - And his love life's
just as bad. - Oh, yeah? - You want a first date,
he's your man. (chuckling) But I don't think he's ever
actually been on a fifth date! - Never?! Seriously? - Hey, you can't be the young
lover if you've left your spare toothbrush
at her apartment! - Ooh! Or your underpants
in her laundry basket! (chuckles) So the poison runs deep, huh? It was really amazing
of you guys to come over
and help like this. - Hey, your new not-boyfriend's
like my brother. He calls, I answer. What? - Nothing. It's just... I don't think there's
anyone in my life who would do that for me. (doorbell buzzing) Ooh! Pizza! - I want the olive one. So, how's the new pupil? - Diligent enough to pull off
a performance tomorrow morning? - With a little more practice. (indistinct whispering) - Oh! This must be yours. She doesn't like anchovies. (scoffs) - You know Nick. He'll stay up
all night if he has to. - Now that I absolutely forbid. - You can try. - I am still here. (chuckles) (soft guitar music) (♪) When I was young, like 18 young, this big agent came to the youth theatre show
we were performing in, Anthony and me. He said with my boyish good
looks, I would be great as the young
lover until I turned 30, and then never work again. - He said that to you? - Well, he'd just watched
me play King Lear, but he saw right through it.
Saw where I should be. (sighs) So, I took his advice, I've never been
out of work since. - He told a handsome 18-year-old
to apply for roles as a handsome 18-year-old. Yeah, what a fortune teller. And now you're convinced
that if you act your age, your career's over? - Pretty much. (laughing) What?
- I'm sorry. It's just... I don't know if I should be
sympathetic or laugh out loud because you think
that you're too boyishly
handsome to get work. - Looks like you decided
against sympathy. - Okay, I'm sorry, Nick.
Just listen to me. That agent, he was wrong. He tried to take a talented
18-year-old and shove them into
a tiny little casting box. Trust me, just show up
to a few auditions, you'll see for yourself. Come with me. (soft music) You need to be more
like this guy. - This... bear? - Yeah. I watched a documentary
about them last week. He goes into hibernation
every winter, and wakes up to an entirely
new world every spring. He doesn't worry about
the year that passed, he just thinks about who
he is now, in the present. - Yeah, that's...
That's bears for you. (chuckles) - My point is, and sorry if this
comes as a big shock to you, but you're gonna keep aging. So you have to be willing
to roll with it. It's the only way you'll grow. - What if I fail? - How long do you think
you can keep getting cast as the young buck? You'll fail
if you don't change. - True. - And at least this way,
if you do fail, at least you won't be bored
on the way down! (city hubbub) (applause) - Beautiful! - Play another.
- Aww. - Do you like that? - He probably only knows
one song. Play another!
- Oh no, I couldn't possibly. - Hi!
- Hi. - I just wanted to say thanks, that was such a good idea asking
Colin to play our song. - Oh, you're... so welcome. - Mm-hmm. Oh, and just look
at Julia over there, I think we really
impressed her. - Great. - You know, after Colin
and I had our little, hm, disagreement, I did worry that maybe Julia
thought our relationship wasn't the strongest,
but now, thanks to you, she's totally convinced. (chuckles) You're the best. (♪) - You sure you don't mind
me grabbing food here? - Hardly! After
your performance today, the least I can do is sacrifice
some lettuce leaves. - Um, speaking of favours...
- Mm-hmm? - I need your advice.
- Of course. - I have an audition tomorrow
for the "Romantic Nomads". - That's great! Which part? - The lead, Erol.
- Nick, no way! - So, I was wondering...
- Uh-huh? - Shall I use the new monologue?
- The Benedick? Of course you should! You weren't planning on going
in there and giving them Romeo,
were you? Benedick's perfect.
He's funny, a man of the world, lyrical. Who's producing it? - Annabel Goldstein.
- Annabel? I actually know her
pretty well. Hold on, I'll give her a call. - Wait should you be... - Oh.
- You're not really... - Your agent, yeah. (scoffs) - It's lucky, really. It's very bad form to date
one of your clients. (chuckles) - Yeah. (bright music) (city hubbub) - Can you get me a coffee? - Sure.
- How do you bypass a person's social media
settings? - I don't know. I'm old. - I'm trying to get into
Tiffany's feed, but it's all completely
locked down. All I can find
is her work twitter. - So you're cyber stalking
her now? - Well, I would be
if I could get into the feed, because then I could prove
that Colin's a fake, because he's not in any
of the pictures. - Amber... - What do you think
her password is? - You're obsessed. - Oh. Y-O-U-R-E-ob...sessed. No. It's not that. - Okay. So, do you fancy
a show tonight? That actress you're thinking
about signing, oh, God, what's her name? The one that's the understudy
in "Oklahoma". She's on tonight. - Are you kidding? Tonight?
- Yeah? - Tonight's the wedding band
showcase. It's our last chance to catch
Tiffany and fake Colin. - Amber! I have never seen
you like this. - Like what?
- Obsessed! - I'm not obsessed. I'm focused.
It's important. We agreed it's important. But the way you've been
talking to me... - Like what? - We used to joke about how Tiffany would talk
to her boyfriends. But now you--
- Woah! I... I am not like Tiffany! How could you say that?! - Because of the way
you're talking to me lately. - The way I'm talking to you?! We have always been on
the same team, Daniel, always! And now--
- Oh, what? Now it's my fault? - Look, you know how super,
super important this is to me and like, it's like
you're not even trying. - Not trying? I've been to every single one of your fake wedding events. If that doesn't show I care-- - Okay, your has body turned up. But not your spirit.
It used to be... if I was all in,
you were all in, and now... - It's gone. - What? It's not... (door closes) (♪) - So it's a public event?
I didn't realize. - Hmm, that'll be Amber's doing. She knows I hate
making personal stuff public. - Oh, really? - Colin proposed to me-- - On top of the Eiffel Tower,
I know, you... - At eight o'clock
in the morning. - Why? - So no one would be there,
obviously! - Oh, I wouldn't let you
get away with that! What do you mean? - Oh, because... I'm an actor, darling!
We like to put on a show! - Nick!
- I would look for the most public place
I could find, I would sweep down
onto one knee, and I would extol your virtues
at the top of my voice! Tiffany, your...
your beauty is-- - Shut up, Colin!
- Alright, fair point! (upbeat music) Oh, yeah! - Colin can't dance!
- Oh, he's been taking lessons. (chuckles) (♪) - I guess
you can figure it out. - Will you be okay
on your own for a bit? - I'm sure I'll survive. - A problem shared..? - Things aren't good
with Daniel. - What happened? - We always agree.
About everything. And suddenly it's... it's like he's not
even bothered. - Did you do something
to upset him? - Me?
- Daniel's a pretty special guy. I can't imagine him
picking a fight over nothing. (phone ringing)
- No, no, I haven't-- Just a moment... Peter? Hi! What? Well, I've been waiting on your
email for like four days now, so I just I assumed... No, yes, I'm still interested,
but you didn't... Yeah... no. Yeah, no, I understand. No, I'm just... I'm just so sorry to lose you. Of course. - Bad news? - I don't get it. That's like the third call that I have had like that today. Saying that they've sent me
multiple emails, but I haven't received
anything. - That's mysterious... - And now I've lost Peter
as a client entirely. - Well, I guess you
have been spending a lot of time on wedding stuff. - The only reason that I wouldn't be getting email
notifications, it's... It was you. - Me? I-- - You turned off
my email notifications. - No, I--
- You're the only person insane enough to sabotage
my career all because I-- - Sabotaged my wedding? - You're not having a wedding! - No, not if you get your way.
No! - Hey, Colin! What is she promising you for helping out with
this little production? Is it money? Contacts? 'Cause whatever it is,
you won't get it. - My fiancé is-- - The moment
that she is done with you, that she doesn't need you,
she's gone. Mysteriously failing to answer
phone calls. Don't say I didn't warn you. (♪) (sighs) - I hacked her email. - A little underhanded,
wasn't it? - Maybe... - Amber! Is something wrong?
- No! Because what could possibly
be wrong? Look, if you see Daniel,
can you tell him I went home? That's if he even notices
I'm gone. (soft music) - What are you thinking about? - Colin.
- Colin? Ha! I am flattered. What about Colin, anyway? - Only... That I'm glad I'm not him.
- Who wouldn't be? - Hm. - Why though? Specifically? - Because I can't stand
the way that you talk to me when I'm in character as him. (laughs) - Well, you get out of the world
what you put into it. - Do you mean that? - Mean what? - Do you really need
other people to set the boundaries
for how you treat them? - I... (♪) - Peace offering. - Peace?
- That's right. I give you coffee
and you don't murder me. Look, Amber, we've known
each other for what? - 14 years.
- Right. And we've basically spent
that entire time-- - Sparring.
- Exactly. Because you're the only person
in my life who can keep up with me.
(scoffs) And if I'm any good
at what I do, which I am, it's only because
everybody plays better against a strong opponent. And I... I have the strongest
opponent of all. - So? - So I'm sorry that
I changed your email settings. That was--
- Below the belt. - It was. Yeah. And look, from now on,
I'll keep it clean, okay? - Okay. (phone ringing) - You okay? - Daniel's mom and dad
just won a competition to go on a Mediterranean cruise. Next month. (scoffs) (laughing) Playing by the rules, Tiffany. So that's your plan? Make Daniel choose between
this date and having his parents attend
our wedding? - Amber, I'd honestly
forgotten I even-- - Don't bother.
- No, really! - You know what? You wanna fight
with gloves off? You got it! - Seriously, I didn't--
- This is war. War! (sighs) (laughing) (indistinct chatter) - Tiffany!
- Hi! - What are you...
- I was in the area, so I thought I'd surprise
Anthony with lunch. Just a little thank you. - What are you reading? As if we didn't know. - Well, actually, it's a new
play I thought that-- (phone ringing)
- Ooh. Excuse me. Renee? Slow down! Slow-- What?! Well, of course,
I didn't. Why would I-- Yes, I understand, but-- No, Renee, don't-- - Trouble in workplace paradise? - That was my new client. She says she heard
that I have been offering to let clients pay
for representation. - She's got a point, no? - That's completely different! (scoffs) - Sure... - I'm screwed. She trashed my reputation
in one move. - It can't be so bad as-- - If people think I take on
paying clients, my representation carries
no weight. Now, it doesn't mean an actor
is any good, it just means they can pay. - No one's gonna believe
you would-- - My only currency
is my reputation. I spent a decade building
it up and now-- - Found it. Look. Look. An advertisement in
The Stage, saying Tiffany Miller will now
be considering paying clients. - Just print a retraction,
say it was a mistake. - Sure, if I have any clients
left to read it. - No prizes for guessing
who did this? - Amber.
(phone chimes) And if that wasn't bad enough. - What is it? What happened? - You're never
gonna believe this - A couples counsellor?!
- I know! - A couples counsellor?!
- Yes! - We won't be able to fool a
professional couples counsellor! - We will.
- We won't! And even if we do, I'll have to do it in character
as Colin, and no couples counsellor
in their right mind is gonna sign off on that
car-crash of a relationship. - Okay. That's enough.
I didn't hire you to criticize my former
relationships. And I certainly didn't
hire you to do half a job and then bail on me. - The endpoint of this "job" seems to be constantly
disappearing into the distance. - Well, take it up with Amber.
She's the one who keeps making new hoops
for us to jump through. She's obviously gone totally
off the deep end. - Yeah, she's gone off
the deep end? - She's torpedoed my career, and now she's making me
watch her perfect personal life as she gets married
at my wedding! - I am not saying
that I'm going to bail. - Good. I can't lose this fight,
Nick. Not after this. - What are you gonna do? - I'm going to The Stage
offices. They will be printing
a retraction, along with a front-page
editorial piece written by me on the subject
of agent integrity. I'm down,
but I am not out. I'll catch you back here later. - Nick, Nick. All I'm saying
is that since you're auditioning
for it anyway, it won't do you any harm to be familiar with
more than one speech. What if they ask you
to workshop it? - Fine, all right!
- So, the good news is The Stage will be publishing
my editorial, plus an apology, tomorrow. - That's a relief.
- The bad news is that I found out which
couples counsellor Julia hired, and it's Elise Goodman. Elise Goodman? The Hatchet? Ugh, let me find her. - We were actually working
on a monologue for-- - This is her New York Times
profile. "Elise Goodman is New York's
foremost couples counsellor." - "Nicknamed The Hatchet,
she has been responsible for more broken engagements
than any other single factor
on record." - "When I mention this nickname
to her, she nods seriously. 'A lost wedding deposit is
a small price to pay to avoid years of misery
in the wrong marriage.'" - "So many couples marry
for the wrong reasons, or in the first flush
of romance. I weed out the incompatible,
the idealistic." - "Fakery, a lack of intimacy,
a lack of passion. It's my job to seek them out." - And this is the person you've
got to trick into thinking-- - Yes. - Today?!
- Yes. - We're screwed. - Royally. (♪) - We're screwed. No, no, it's fine,
we can pull this off. Just don't mention
that we argued about the washing up last week. - The washing up?
- Yeah. And maybe say something
about how we're always on the same wavelength,
or something. - Is any of this really
necessary? - Necessary? It's essential. It is essential
that Elise Goodman thinks that
we're an authentic couple. - Aren't we an authentic couple? (soft music) Hm? - Oh, my gosh. I, uh... What has happened to me? Daniel! I am so sorry. I think I got so wrapped up
in this wedding thing that I forgot what this was
really about. You and me. - Hey, it's okay. - No. No. It's not okay. Look, should we... Should we just go to
the nearest wedding registry and get married right now,
just us? That is if you still want
to marry me. - No. - No? - Oh, not, "No I don't want
to marry you". No to the wedding registry. (chuckles) (♪) Look, I know how much it means
to you to move the wedding day. So let's give it our best shot. - Really? - Really. I'm just glad to have you back. Shall we? - Obviously you'll have to act
like Colin, but maybe you could, I don't know,
sharpen it up a bit? Make it more believable
that someone like me would date him. Oh, and I do think
that you overdo it with the rich dummy routine
sometimes. Oh, and I think
you should kiss me. - Whoa, wait... What? (playful music) - Yes, obviously our biggest
weakness is passion, so I think she should come
in on us sharing a spontaneous, passionate kiss, just to set the scene,
you know. - Yeah. You want me
to kiss you. You want our first kiss
to be this. Like this? - Yes! Keep up. - You want me to kiss you,
for the first time, as a sham? - That's what I said. Nick, you're going
the wrong way. - Yeah, I'm done. - Done with what?
- With you, with this. I won't be used
like this any more. - I was right. This was all a fake. Where'd you find him, Tiffany?
In your actors wait list? - Yes, actually. - Well, it was
a great performance. You've won, haven't you?
You'll never slip up publicly. You'll hold onto this date until
it's too late to let me have it just out of spite.
- And why else do you want it? Looking at me like
you're so innocent when we both know you already
had your own wedding booked! - She doesn't know? - What other possible reason
could you have for wanting to steal my wedding
except to rub my nose in it? - You might as well
tell her the truth. - Tell me what?
- Fine. - My parents passed away
when I was little. And I don't remember
much about them, but I know that
they loved each other. - Your wedding booking
is their anniversary. - I wanted to get married
on the same day. Because I thought it
might feel like they were here. (clears throat) But I couldn't find
a reservation anywhere. - Until you saw the date
of my cancellation. - Yeah. - Why didn't you just tell me? - Tiffany, you didn't introduce me to your fiancé
of like a year. I didn't exactly feel
like bearing my soul to you. - You almost had me taken in. - Nick, I-- - I really thought I had seen a different side to you. But you know what? You truly are selfish
to the bone. - Wait! I didn't... - Good morning. (sighs) You must be my first set
of lovebirds. Shall we? - Yeah, come on.
We got this. (heavy breathing) (♪) - So, Colin and I have had
a change of... Oh, this is pointless.
You know, don't you? - Yes. I do. - Well... good.
That makes things simpler. If you could please transfer
the reservation back to Amber, I'll be very grateful. - Sure. - Could you pass this on to her
when she comes out? (♪) (sighs) (sighs) Joanne? Hi. I just realized I've left
it almost a week to reply to your email. Yeah, Renee decided that
Amber would be a better fit. But anyway, coffee? Tomorrow? Okay, great! I'll see you then. (sighs) (♪) (sighs) Emily! Are you busy? - Yes! Uh, no, what do you need? Do you want me to get you
a coffee? - If you have time,
I'd love for you to head down
to the Vineyard. They have a matinee of--
- Windows in Brooklyn! Oh, I'd love to!
It's Isabella Gomez as Susannah. It's the first time she's really
been given a meaty role. I can't wait to see
how she handles it. - I agree. I'd like to arrange
a coffee with her, but I'd value
your opinion first. - My... Oh, yeah, well,
if you think I can help, then... - Absolutely.
You have good instincts. I should be putting them
to better use. (chuckles) (♪) (clears throat) - Hi. - Hi. - Apparently, I'm getting
married next month. - So I heard. - Look, um, I am sorry
that I didn't just ask you. - I should have asked
if you had a reason. I was so sure I knew
why you were doing it that I never even... Well, I think I win
the Messing Up Award. (chuckles) - Yeah, you do love to win. (chuckles) So, not all my guests can
make it at this kind of notice, which means I will have some
spare spots. If... if you wanna come. - I... thank you. I would really,
really like that. (chuckling) - Do you need a plus one? (laughing) - No. I absolutely don't. - Just checking. (bright music) (birds chirping) - Call her.
- I can't. - Call her.
- I can't. - Call her. - She's not gonna want
to speak to me. - She will. - After what I said to her? - You had a fight. - I told her
she was utterly selfish. - She was.
- She was changing. Five minutes after I said that, she gave up her wedding
to Amber and she made sure
that I got signed. - Yeah, five minutes after.
Call her. You're gonna have to see her
at the wedding anyway. - I'm not going to the wedding. - You're missing your
new agent's wedding to avoid seeing her? So you're just gonna
silently pine after her forever? I don't think so. Call her. - I'm not going to--
(phone ringing) - Pick up! Pick up! - You've reached Nick,
leave a message. (Tiffany): Hi, Nick. I, um... I'm actually kind of relieved
you didn't answer. This will be a lot easier
to say as a voicemail. (sighs) I'm sure that I am the last
person you want to hear from, but I owe you an apology, so, let me be selfish one more time
and get it off my chest. I'm sorry. Really sorry. For all of it. I treated you terribly.
I abused my position, and, you know, until I met you,
I really didn't realize how awfully I treated Colin
as well. - I gotta go. Oh, suit, suit! I need a suit. (Tiffany): You were right, you can't leave it to other people to police your behaviour. It has to come from you. - Oh! The box! Where's the box? Uh, I bought it
a couple of weeks ago. It's small, white... (Tiffany): Well, what else? - Thank you. (Tiffany): Um, you are a truly,
truly fantastic actor. And if I'm being honest, I was always going to sign you
no matter what happened. - They grow up so fast. (Tiffany): But I heard from
Amber that she took you on, so that's great. She really knows her stuff. Oh, I guess that's it. (sighs) I think you're a really
special guy and I wish you all the best. I won't bother you again. (♪) Hey. Did you get my message? - I did. Thank you. (with an British accent):
May I escort you upstairs? - Absolutely. (festive hubbub) (overlapping chatter) (♪) Hey, Daniel.
Congratulations. (sighs) - Daniel, you are my first love,
my only love. You are a constant,
steady presence in my life, and my promise to you
is that I will never take that for granted again. I love you. - I love you too. - Amber, do you take Daniel for your lawful wedded husband? (chuckles) - I do. - Daniel, do you take Amber
for your lawful wedded wife? - I do. - Then I am delighted to
pronounce you husband and wife! (cheering) (applause) - I love you. (♪) (indistinct chatter) (soft music) - What? What's this? - An apology. - Nick, you don't
owe me an apology. - Just open it. (gasps) - A bear! (chuckles) - I'm sorry. - For what? - I said that you were
utterly selfish. And I was wrong. - Actually, you had a point. - Tiffany, do you have any idea
how many people could have done what you did? - What, spend weeks of my life trying to sabotage my friend's happiness? - Own up to your faults. Not many people could've been
called out for behaving badly, and then take a long,
hard look at themselves and really own that. And you decided to change. - Oh. Well, if you can't take
feedback... - Tiffany... you are something special. You are talented,
and insightful and passionate. And you're even... You're even brave enough
to be wrong. - Help me with my medal, then. (upbeat music) (with an British accent):
May I have this dance? - Yes. (♪) - You know something? I have never been happier
to miss out on a talented signing.
- Oh yeah? Why's that? - Well, if you were my client, I wouldn't be able to do this. (♪) Subtitling: difuze
