To Win Him Back Intro- Its been two years since Jude ran away from Canada because of a guy and now she is returning because her sister is getting marry. The problem is everyone expects her to have move on but she hasn't getting over him yet. So she does the next best thing and hires someone to be her date to the wedding to try and win the guy back. Will she win him back or realize that she was just afraid to let go until now.

Chapter 1

Tears stream down her face as she sits cross-legged amid the detritus of a packing frenzy. There is an unfortunate green bridesmaid's dress hanging on the back of the door. Her pain is palpable. She buries her head in her lap. Suddenly, the doorbell RINGS. Jude sits bolt upright, wide eyed. She looks around in disbelief. How did this happen? What is she doing on the floor?

Jude: (sweetly) Hold on!

A BIKE MESSENGER stands outside Jude's door. He busts a covert Ipod dance while he waits.

Jude: Coming!

Jude wipes her face and inhales, summoning deep calm. The Bike Messenger looks up as the door swings open. Jude is a changed woman. Nothing likes the girl that was on the floor. You'd never know she had been crying. Or that she evens knows how.

Jude: I'm so sorry. I wasn't quite ready for you.

Jude props the door open with her foot as she slides a plane ticket into an envelope. She scribbles a name on the envelope, seals it, and hands it to him.

BIKE MESSENGER: Lady, you said this was a rush. I can't rush anything anywhere if you don't give it to me.

Jude looks down at the envelope, she's still holding on to it.

Jude: It's a plane ticket.

BIKE MESSENGER: So it is.

Jude: For a date... For my date. To my sister's wedding. In Canada. He's never met my family.

Jude wills herself to surrender the envelope.

BIKE MESSENGER (CONT'D): You need to let go.

Jude: Yeah. You're going to have to help me.

The Bike Messenger gently tugs the envelope out of her hand. Jude smiles.

Jude: (CONT'D) Thank you.

The Bike Messenger looks at her with genuine concern.

INT. Jude's APARTMENT

Racing against time, Jude throws open a linen closet to reveal three neat rows of plastic bins, all perfectly labeled. Jude reaches into the bin marked "TRAVEL" and pulls out a prepackaged toiletry kit. Jude pulls a box marked "Canada" out from underneath her bed.

She opens it.

Pushing aside an old private school uniform and some letters, she pulls out a worn Canada A-Z, a Ziploc marked "ADAPTERS," and her passport. She's about to close the box when she sees an old photo. In it, a GORGEOUS GUY kisses Jude on the cheek. He's holding the camera himself; it's blurred and goofy, but full of love. Jude jams it back in the box and shoves it under the bed.

AT THE SAME TIME IN NEW YORK STREET

The Bike Messenger darts in and out of traffic, avoiding the throngs of NEW YORKERS enjoying this crisp fall day.

BACK AT JUDE'S APARTMENT

Jude races through her apartment, packing, cleaning, and getting ready. Her place is small yet put together. It's Crate and Barrel meets Martha. But in a good way. Jude, finally still, stares into the mirror as she brushes her teeth. There's a strange intensity to it, like she's scrubbing away the last of her distress.

AT A BROWNSTONE APARTMENT

The Bike Messenger passes a waiting Town Car as he pulls up to a stoop. He hefts his bike, runs up the stairs, and slips the envelope into the door of...

A tasteful flat, stylish yet masculine man stoops to pick up the envelope. His apartment is minimalist apartment as he zips his carry-on and walks out the door. His face obscured the man steps into the purring Town Car.

A TAXI DRIVER slams his trunk as Jude gets in. Jude apprehensive face peers out the window as they pull away.

PLANERIDE

Jude sits in first class, absently scanning the safety card. A pretty woman across the aisle notices this and smiles.

PRETTY WOMAN: Your first trip?

Jude realizes she's been reading the safety card. She laughs and puts it back in the seat pocket. As she often does, Jude feels compelled to explain.

Jude: Hardly. My family moved to Canada when I was fourteen. My step dad's a professor at University College, Canada. I'm going back for my sister's wedding...and the best man's my ex. In case I chicken out, I want to know where all the exits are.

Jude eyes the front door, nervously.

PRETTY WOMAN: I don't believe in marriage. I believe in hot sex. Of course, that draws men to me like flies to shit.

Jude doesn't know what to say, but then a HOT GUY walks up the aisle. Jude looks at the empty seat next to her and smiles at him. He returns the smile but sits next to the Pretty Woman.

HOT GUY: Hello, my sweet darling.

He gives the Pretty Woman a "madly in love" kiss. The Pretty Woman rolls her eyes to Jude.

Jude is hiding out. She tries to calm her nerves as a MALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT pours her a cup of water.

Jude: I'm not a knuckler. I fly all the time. In fact, I transferred from Heathrow inc. two years ago and now I at a studio here at Kennedy, so things are going really well for me. The reason I can't feel my legs is that any minute; my date is going to walk in that door. And I need him to look really, really good today.

MALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT (not listening)

I wish I couldn't feel my legs. Jude peeks around the corner and spots the back of the mysterious MAN from the opening as he loads the overhead bin above Jude's seat. Jude gasps, ducking back.

Jude/T: Oh, no. He's here.

The Male Flight Attendant looks out at the Man, who leans against Jude's seat as he chats with a FEMALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT. Jude's in a panic.

Jude: (CONT'D) What do you think? Does he look hot, and is it the kind a hot that'll translate overseas?

MALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT: I resent your stereotyping of a man in my profession but... (He checks out the guy again.)... Darling, he'd be hot on Mars. I'd like to unwrap him like a

Harrod's gift basket.

Jude smiles relieved.