I'm sleeping.
You're okay?
- Get up, get up!|- No!
You try.
Come on, this is gonna be|your big day.
We don't want to miss|this opportunity.
- All right?|- Who's coming today?
You know who's comin'.
- Bobby. Bobby!|- We got to, we got to.
No! Bobby!
Watch out! No, no!
April, you got to hurry up.
Okay, I'll be right there.
April?
I'm coming.
Here I come.
Joy? Joy?
Honey?
Joy?
- Honey...|- Dad!
Have you seen your mother?|I can't find your mother.
No.
Where are you?
- Would you knock?|- Where is she?
I don't know. Who?
Your mother.
Honey?
Mom?
- Mother?|- Mommy?
Okay, everybody, let's move it!
- You need this?|- Yeah, I think so.
Bobby.
Come on.
- Here.|- Uh-uh. No.
Hot, hot, hot!
- It doesn't really matter anyway.|- Yes, it does.
Bobby, they're probably not|even gonna come.
Hi, Mom. How you feelin'?
- Great.|- That's good.
- How'd I do?|- You did great.
Thought you'd think so.
- Do you have your camera?|- Absolutely.
- You sure?|- Positively.
Better check.
- I know it's here somewhere.|- What's taking so long?
I'm just wondering if it isn't|completely selfish of her,
asking us to come|all the way to New York.
Should Mom even be traveling?
Sweetie, if not now, when?
It's just... I offered to make the meal,|but that would've been too easy.
Honestly, Daddy, what makes her think|she can cook all of a sudden?
I don't remember her|ever being in the kitchen.
And who got an "A" in Home Ec?
And you know how proud|we are of that, honey.
- Could you zip me up, please?|- Of course.
Okay, it's gotta|be here somewhere.
- Honk the horn.|- I'm sure they'll be right out.
- Honk the horn, please.|- We'll wake the neighbors.
Screw the neighbors,|honk the goddamn horn.
Mom, please!
Look, the zipper|is not the problem.
Actually, it kind of is.
No, Dad, the zipper's|not the problem.
April is the problem.
Okay, okay, here they come.
- Hey. How you feeling?|- Great.
- Nauseous, dizzy?|- I feel great.
- How'd you sleep?|- I slept great.
The camera... it's not here.
Better hurry.
You know, Mom,|all you have to say is,
"I don't feel up to it,"|and we'll all understand.
- What now?|- Forgot my camera.
- Oh, Jesus. Where's your tie?|- Do I have to wear a tie?
- You did not just ask me that.|- No, sir.
You realize...
- this could very likely be the last...|- Dad, your breath.
- No numbness or discomfort?|- No.
- Headaches?|- No.
- Nauseous, dizzy?|- You asked that already.
All you have to say is,|"I don't feel up to it. "
Is that all I have to say?
Do you feel sweaty, clammy?
Are your hands cold, warm?|Are your fingers tingly?
- Because all you have to say...|- Beth, shut up.
Morning, honey.|How are you feeling?
You can never have|enough silverware.
Look at these plates.
Where did you get these?
Those are salt and pepper.
I know what they're for.|Where did you get them?
From the store.
We had these when I was a kid.
The one time|Joy let me hold them, she said,
"Be careful. They're worth|more than you are. "
That's terrible.
Next yea r, t hey were gohe
So, what happened?
A hammer I was holding|fell on them.
Good.
How much were they?
It wasn't cheap.
How much did they cost?
They were 50 cents.
You got yourself a deal.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Hey, we've got|a lot of cookin' to do.
At 375 degrees|and fully stuffed,
a 15-pound turkey|will take five hours to cook
if you figure|20 minutes a pound.
Leave an hour to cool.
- What are you saying?|- We got time.
Mashed potatoes, gravy.|Sweet potatoes...
cut up, melt some butter,|sprinkle on brown sugar.
Green bean casserole|made with green bean stuff,
another dish made with|crushed crackers and oysters.
Sounds hard... isn't.
Just dot it with butter,|and right before baking,
barely cover it with hot milk.
Cranberry sauce... open the can,|pop it on a serving dish.
- How simple is that?|- What else?
Waldorf salad made with apples,|celery, nuts, grapes,
and the dressing|mixed with mayonnaise
and thinned with milk|or cream and sweetener.
Pumpkin pie... store-bought from|the very, very expensive store.
Okay, watch your step.
N ce a hd easy
Don't even think about...
- Mom!|- Beth, it's for me when I'm old,
so I can always|remember this day.
N ce a hd easy
Almost there.
- There we are.|- Hi, Grandma.
I'm Beth, your granddaughter.
Aren't you a love?
- Hi, I'm Timmy.|- Timmy's your grandson.
Well, you don't say.
- I know you.|- Hi, Mom. Did you eat?
Hot, Jim.|Get whatever's hot.
Good morrhirhg.|Welcome to Krispy Kreme
May I take yourorder?
I'll have a vanilla-covered|cream-filled, please.
- Can I get...|- And two glazed crullers...
Actually, I do want strawberry|with the powder on top.
Do they have doughnuts?
Remember, everybody,|April is cooking.
We'll need|an extra dozen glazed.
What do you think|about cloth napkins?
- Think they'd be better?|- Paper is fine.
No, I'm worried that the paper|will feel kind of papery.
Do we have to talk|about this now?
I could pick them up while|I'm out doin' that thing I gotta do.
- You're going out?|- I gotta do that thing, you know.
I think you'll like why.
I want you to go out.|I want you to go out now.
- But I wanna help.|- This is how you'll help me.
You go and do your thing and...
- I'm fine.|- Really?
Bobby, it's gonna be|easier without you.
- I'm goin'.|- Bye.
So, now tell me...
how could anyone|not believe in God?
- There you go.|- They don't deserve decorations.
Yeah, but you do.
No!
No, no, no!
Come on.
Bobby!
Yeah. This is Arhthorhy
I'm out If you have|a buildirhg problem. Harhg orh irh
I'll be back tomorrow
Arhd. Oh. Yeah...|have a rhice Tharhksgivirhg
We warht you to krhow|that yourcall is importarht to us
Irh arh effort to serve you better.|Yourestimated wait time is
48 mirhutes
Mom?
How's it going in there?
Good job.
Hello?
If you keep knocking like that,|you are going to wake me up.
- That's the...|- You don't want to wake me up.
If you want my opinion...
Nobody wa hts you r op h oh|Nobody wa hts you r op h oh
- Stay out of it.|- Did Dad even ask?
- I'm not talking to you!|- You always do this.
You should take charge|and turn this car around. This is...
- Mom.|- Hey, you.
- Here, let me.|- Beth, back.
We were worried, honey.|Are you okay?
I'm good, honey.|I'm great, I feel fine.
I'm the excited one now.
Really? Why is that?
Well, let's see.
- I have Fritos, Cheetos...|- No, Joy...
- Oh, Timmy... Snowballs.|- No, stop it!
- Mom, a Nutter Butter.|- That's enough, stop it.
It's not right... not now,
not when April is hard at work|making all your favorites.
Not when she called to check|the ingredients of a certain recipe.
I'm nipping this|in the bud right now.
I bet she called collect.|I will never call collect.
Aren't you the most|perfect thing ever?
Did someone say April?
Yes, Grandma, she's your|other granddaughter.
I know.|I thought she was dead.
- Honey, don't. That's wasteful.|- Look, I'm gonna say this once.
What?
We're gonna have|a very nice time.
- You don't actually believe that.|- It's possible, I think, yes.
- Well, you're a better man than me.|- That's funny. "Better man. "
Don't get me wrong.|I'm glad we're going.
This way, instead of April|showing up with some new piercing
or some ugly new tattoo,|and... God forbid... staying overnight,
this way, we get to show up,
experience the disaster|that is her life, smile through it,
and before you know it,|we're on our way home.
- We don't know it's a disaster.|- I know. Believe me, I know.
- Miss me?|- You bet.
April's doing a lot better.
She's had a couple of real jobs,
she's found a new place,
Eddie the drug dealer is history,
and... she's met this new guy.
Great.
This guy sounds promising.
- Is that so?|- Oh, yeah, he does.
And why is that?|Tell us, please, why?
Apparently, this guy Bobby...
reminds her of me.
Eugene, somebody's at the door.
Who is it?
Hi, I'm in 3C.|I need some help.
Help?
- Hi. I have a problem.|- Who is it?
It's the new girl in 3C.|Says she's got a problem.
- What?|- Problems, Eugene.
The girl's got problems.
She's white, she's got her youth,
her whole privileged life|ahead of her.
I am looking forward to|hearing about her problems.
That's the short version.
- Oh, my.|- Goddamn!
If I told you the long version,|you wouldn't have cried.
And she's how old?
She had me when she was|my age, so she's 42.
- I'm 42.|- You're 45.
I can't imagine.
The truth is, none of us know.
Eugene here could be|chewin' on his supper
and choke to death|on a turkey bone this very day.
We just don't know.
But to realize your time is almost up,
and you have one last chance|to do the things you love,
and be with those you love...
Goddamn!
You poor thing.|Your poor mother.
Yes. No.
You must have|a special relationship.
We do, yes. We're very close.
More like sisters.|She's like, my best...
You don't get along, do you?
No, not at all. Never have.
- Oh, dear.|- Evette.
I know, baby, I know.
Look, sweetie, we have|our own meal to make.
- I understand.|- But, wait, don't move.
Tina's comin' with the boys|about 2:00?
- That's right.|- And Glen will be late, as always.
Do we even know|if Rasheed is coming?
- I know what you're thinkin'.|- 'Course you do.
You always know|what I'm thinkin'.
Here's what.
We'll put off|cooking ours until 10:30.
That'll get you started,
and then you'll have|two hours plus to find another oven.
How's that sound?
- This yours?|- Yo, I got a message for you.
- What?|- Tyrone's lookin' for you.
- I don't know no Tyrone.|- Yeah, well, he knows you.
This is a nice thing|you're doing for her.
- Not really.|- It is. It's a nice gesture.
- Isn't it nice, Eugene?|- I have a question.
"Nice" writes letters,|"nice" goes home to visit.
You mean you haven't been back?
- Hell, no.|- Not since she got sick?
It's... she likes it better that way.
- I don't believe you.|- Believe me.
- I'm the first pancake.|- What do you mean?
She's the one you're|supposed to throw out.
- Now I have a question.|- What?
Did you stuff it?
Has the bird been stuffed?
- Yeah.|- With what?
A... stalk of celery... I don't know.
Celery's good.
- Onion.|- Onion's good.
Mostly it's just|the mix from the box.
You used store-bought stuffing.
Yeah. Is that a bad thing?
No, it'll be fine.
What was I supposed to use?
I'm sure it's a great brand.|A fine brand.
You don't use store-bought stuffing.
Please, Eugene, your first turkey.
Need I remind you|of that half-cooked affair?
The meat all pink,|no flavor whatsoever,
and the next year,|your burnt the poor bird.
You remember that, right?
No, I don't remember.
That's why I'm here, baby,|so you don't forget anything.
Yeah? Thanks a lot.|Pass me them beans.
April, don't worry about it.
Honey, what are you doing?|I don't need a map.
- I want to take an alternate route.|- Dad knows the way.
Back roads, see things|we've never seen.
This way, the day won't be|a complete waste.
- I hope we're not late.|- We don't want to be early.
I'm giving you a choice.
You can either let me|study the map...
or you can rely on|my uncanny sense of direction.
- Which will it be?|- Uncanny sense of direction.
Okay...
Where are we?
Careful now.|Don't let the heat out.
How's it look?
I... wouldn't know.
What's he making?
Tell her what you're making.
Nothing special this year.
No. Just sweet potato soup|with buttered pecans,
herbed oyster stuffing,|giblet gravy,
some lemon-rosemary green beans,
sauted red Swiss chard with garlic,
hickory nut ice cream,
and maple pumpkin pie.
- Wow.|- Nothing special this year.
- Yeah, right.|- How about you?
Turkey, gravy...
a Waldorf salad.
Waldorf salad.|That sounds unusual.
It's made with different kinds|of fruits and nuts.
The dressing's|pretty much mayonnaise.
Then mashed potatoes, of course,
and cranberry sauce,|which is easy.
Just open the can.
Oh, sweetie.
I like it from the can.
Nobody likes it from the can.
It was a squirrel, I think...
or a very small raccoon.
- Jim?|- Yes, Joy?
Hop to.
Mom's lookin' for a spot.
We're sorry we didn't know you.
We hope it was quick, and...
That's fine.|Beth, a song?
No.
I think Tim pretty much said it all.
Then what are we waiting for?
Okay, pour it in, sweetie.
That's it. Look at you.|You're a natural.
Right.
While we're waiting for it|to dissolve, you stir.
Yeah. You go, girl!
Stop it. It's nothing.
Have you ever done it before?
- No.|- Then it's not nothing.
- Excuse me. I just wanna...|- What's next?
Next, we let it simmer|until it becomes a lovely texture.
- Please, could you just...|- Then we let it cool off.
Ladies, please.
Honey, please just|use your words and we'll move.
Don't worry about Eugene.|He always gets a little fussy.
- Any luck finding another place?|- I haven't even started.
- Probably the sooner...|- Evette.
The sooner you find|another oven, the better.
I'm coming, Eugene.
- Don't worry. Done.|- Okay.
Hi. Eugene and Evette in 2B...|do you know them?
They're helping me for the time being,|and I was just wondering if...
See, my family's coming,|and my mom, she's...
It's complicated.
Then the oven or the stove...|I don't know what it's called... started...
Sorry.
The truth is,|she's a rotten mother,
so I don't even know why|you'd want to help me anyway.
It's funny. My mother was|a mean woman, too. Nasty.
There wasn't a nice bone|in her body.
She smoked non-stop,|cheated at cards,
and she complained|every day of her life.
- Sorry.|- You know what?
There's nothing I wouldn't do for|a chance to spend more time with her.
So you'll help me then?
Mi casa. Su casa
Help.
Yo, Latrell, man, this is Bobby.|I'm at the spot.
Call me back.
I'm at 212-737-3858.
All right.
This is great.|You don't know what this means.
- It's such a big help.|- Good.
- By the way, I'm April in 3C.|- Tish in 4A.
Thank you, Tish in 4A.|Thank you, thank you.
My family thanks you.
Okay, last one.
There's our Christmas card.|Come on, Mom.
- Without April?|- Since when was she in the picture?
Wait. Wait!
I'm coming.
You can keep the mitts.
- Where's the strainer?|- Good luck.
Thanks.
- Hi, it's just me.|- Can I talk to you for a second?
- Sure.|- Alone.
Yeah. Okay.
There's something|I need you to know.
I never eat anything|that has a face.
Don't worry, you won't be eating it.|I'll just be using your oven.
But for me, that was once|a living, breathing soul.
- I'm a vegetarian. I understand.|- But I'm a vegan.
Even the smell of flesh cooking...
I don't think I can help you.
Latrell, man, this is Bobby.|I'm at the spot.
Can anybody hear me?
Does anybody have|a stove I can borrow?
- Please?|- Try Wayne in 5D.
He's got a new stove.
Talk louder, lady.
Try Wayne in 5D.|He's got a new stove!
Thank you.
Hey, babe.
I'm just callin'|to see how everything is goin'.
If you don't need me,|you don't have to pick up.
I'm just callirh' to make sure|you're doirh' firhe
I love you
Okay
I need this.
- If I could borrow your...|- They don't speak English.
I know that.
- If I could borrow...|- You're wasting your time.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Are you Wayne?
Wayne with the new stove.
Technically, it's a self-cleaning|convection oven.
It has an automatic|meat thermometer,
audible preheat signal,|dual bake element,
hot surface lights, roasting rack,
and my favorite...
the frameless glass oven door
with deluxe big-view window.
Wow. It's beautiful.
Yes, it is.
- I don't know how to ask this...|- Be my guest.
- Really?|- We'd be delighted.
Bernadette.
It's all right. She doesn't bite.
Latrell, where you at, man?
- Where am I?|- Yeah, where you at?
So the big marh warhts to krhow|where Latrell is
Hell, yeah, I wanna know|where you at.
Right here.
Where you been, man?|You're gonna make me late.
- Where you been?|- I been standin' right here.
Do we know a Tyrone?
- Tyrell?|- Tyrone.
Anyway, how far we got to go?
Here she is.
You gotta be kiddin' me.
- You said you worked in retail.|- I didn't lie.
Help me out.
Quality men's clothes?
You told me you can get me|a deal on quality men's clothes.
You'll get some quality|men's clothes. Trust me.
Trust you.|Come on, man.
- I had you all wrong, man.|- You had me wrong.
'Cause I thought you was|the type of brother
that ain't really need no fancy labels|or no Armani Prada bullshit.
Get outta here, man.
Ninety percent|of the people in the world
would love to have these clothes.
What I'm tryin' to tell you is,|as long as it's useful,
as long as we can wear it,
as long as people|that we love can wear it,
it's gonna be on that rack.
So, best get to lookin'.
Were I you, I'd start down there.
Were I you, if I don't find nothin',|you better not be here.
Pull over, Jim.|Pull over now, now!
- Are you woozy?|- Do you feel sick?
- Do you feel tired?|- Do you need some fresh air?
- Mom, you should probably...|- I'm fine.
I'm fine. I just...
It's just... I keep waiting|for a good time to tell you,
but there's really no good time.
I need everyone to listen.
I don't know how to say this.
We need to discuss how|each of you... Oh, God...
It's okay, sweetie.
How each of you,|in your own way,
is going to handle...
discarding food without|letting our hostess know.
Oh, please.|Joy, really.
That's not very funny.
Here's what I suggest...
Take a bite of whatever it is...|let's say the green bean casserole.
Pretend to chew, cough,|bring napkin to mouth,
spit food into napkin,|excuse yourself.
Drop food in toilet.
Flush.
Honey, roll it tighter next time.
Sorry, Mom.
Won't you tell me why?
Tell me why.
The thing about Smack Daddy is...
- Who?|- Smack Daddy.
Have I ever heard of|Smack Daddy?
He's a black singer, Dad.|You wouldn't know him.
Oh, no, I never heard of...|James Brown or Barry White,
or Puffy the Dog.
- May I finish?|- Please.
The thing about Smack Daddy is,|you know with him,
it's no one-night stand,|that it's forever.
Millions want him,
but it's as if|he's only singin' to me... baby.
Age doesn't matter.
He doesn't care that I'm old|and sick and falling apart.
He sees my soul. He's not fickle.
- He's there for me.|- Like Dad?
Well, your father can't sing.
But Smack Daddy...|man alive, is he sexy, which...
it does lead|to this whole sexual thing.
I mean, it...
does bring up|some sort of nice memories.
- You mean with Dad, right?|- Him, too.
Hello?
Hello?
- What?|- Hello. It's you.
I was knocking on a lot of doors|looking for you.
Yours was ajar.
Come in.|How's it goin'?
No foreseeable problems.
I was about to check|your turkey myself.
Then I thought,|since it's yours,
maybe you'd prefer|to do the checking.
I certainly could do it for you,|and will, if you'd like.
Didn't want to presume...
That's fine, whatever.
It's a common misconception
that you can just|stick a turkey in the oven.
Turkey needs to be tended to,|he needs to be cared for lovingly.
One must pay|close attention to poultry.
Sure.
So much can go wrong.
A turkey can burn in places,|be overcooked, undercooked...
which is a health hazard...|and what about basting?
Look, Wayne,|I'll be up in a second, okay?
The second's up.
Just give me a minute.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
- Wait. Here I come.|- I don't think so.
Bernadette has a small bladder,|and if I don't get her outside...
- Can't I just pop my head in?|- I'm afraid not.
- I'll be real quick.|- No.
Do you know that good feeling|that often comes from being helpful?
- Yes.|- I'm not having that feeling here.
Look, I'm sorry. I didn't realize...
So I ask myself,
"Wayne, it's very clear|what you're doing for her,
but what are you|getting out of this?"
I think you need to take|some time and think about that,
so that maybe later,|you help me understand
what I'm getting from this exchange...|if we can even call it an exchange.
Come along, Bernadette.
All crap, Latrell!
Keep lookin'!
These are pimp clothes, man!
- Money green.|- No!
- Lapel surprise.|- No!
- Velvet.|- Hell, no! No!
How am I supposed to wear this?
Big man... look, I was savin'|this little number for myself,
but I think|it's more your size, try that.
What do you have there?
These are some photos|I've taken of Mom, before and now.
- How nice.|- I got a camera for my birthday.
Timmy is very talented.
- All of our children are talented.|- Yes, Beth's talented, too.
Oh, how nice.
Maybe this isn't the best time.
- This was before.|- So I could remember them always.
- Okay, that's enough.|- I think so.
There's one more|I want to show you.
Where's that one?
This is my favorite.
Look how the light and...
...how the arm is.
I think I prefer Beth's singing.
Wayne?
Hey, you ever hear the phrase...
"Beware the occasion|that warrants a new suit"?
- Nope.|- I'm tellin' you, beware.
You never been in love.
I never been in love, and I don't want|to be in love, thank you.
It does things to you.
Like what?
You do things you thought|you never could ever do.
- My mama, God rest her soul...|- Lord, not another mama story!
- She was drivin'.|- Your mama can't drive.
You didn't even know my mother,|and I pity you for that.
You don't have to pity me.|You the one in love.
Anyway, my mother was drivin',|and I was just a baby.
The car flipped over, and I|was trapped underneath the car.
You know what she did?|She lifted up the car.
- Bullshit.|- I'm tellin' you.
She lifted up the car,|and she pulled me to safety.
She had this moment|of unbelievable strength,
'cause she had love.
That's what love does.
- Bravo, bravo!|- Encore, encore!
- Any requests?|- That you stop.
I'm sorry. I'm terrible.
Who are you?
Don't start with that.|You know who I am.
I know who you say you are,
but my daughter is kind|and sweet and soft-spoken.
Not anymore.
Then I don't know you.
Oh, shit!
Joy, honey, are you all right?
I am so critical.
It's one of my worst faults,
and some of the reasons|for this are obvious.
But why, I keep asking myself,
why am I so hard,|for instance, on you, Beth,
when, for years, you've been|the daughter of my dreams?
You have. You know you have.
Apart from your weight problems,|we're practically the same person.
So why am I so hard on you?
Forget the fact that you're|making the same mistakes I made,
and I wish you'd make your own.
But I think I'm hard on you because|we've had so many good times.
And I think it's likely,|as this gets worse, Timmy,
I'll be hard on you, too, because|we've had so many good times.
So then, why am I hard on April|when we didn't have any good times?
That's not true, though.
For days, I've been trying|to think of nice April memories,
and I can only come up with one.
One vivid, beautiful memory.|There's gotta be more.
- One can be a lot.|- Okay, what was it?
It's not important.
Like hell, it's not.|Tell us. What was it?
Okay, she had just turned three.
She was looking out the|picture window on Locust Street,
and it was early in the morning,|but it was already sunny.
She was just gazing out the window,|and she turned back to me,
and she said, "Oh, Mother,|don't you just love every day?"
That was me.
It was!
April was six when|we lived on Locust Street.
Is that right?
Well, what about the crayon drawing
she did of the Mayflower...|the one you had framed?
- That was me, too.|- Cut it out!
I'm sorry, but it's important|that we're accurate here.
- These are my memories, too.|- Are you sure?
She's absolutely right,|God freakin' dammit.
Just off the top of my head,|I have one.
She was... I don't know how old,
but she was wearing|a pink nightgown.
That was me.
- I'm kidding.|- Funny. Very funny.
And I was coming back|from a trip, or maybe not,
but I came into her room,|and she was sleeping...
in her crib, and it was lovely.
- That's it?|- Yes, that's it.
That's lovely.
No, it's not. Your happiest moment?|She was asleep!
I didn't say it was|my happiest moment,
it's just what came to mind.
Joy|Momh?
Joy, watch...!
- What are you doing?|- It's shitty, Jim.
All I can remember|is the petulance,
the shoplifting,|the fire in the kitchen.
Which was an accident.
Was it an accident the way|she used to light matches
and throw them at Beth?
Or the time she used a lighter|to trim Timmy's bangs?
- Joy, come on.|- I mean, the drugs, the ingratitude!
She bit my nipples|whenever I tried to breastfeed.
Sweetie, come on.
No wonder there's cancer.|She's the cancer.
Get back in the...
Get back in the car!
Stop! Stop!
What's going on?
Mom needed to stretch her legs.
Joy, stop. Stop!
I tried, okay,|but I can't go, I can't.
I can't... I can't have|another bad experience with her.
- It won't be like that.|- You don't know that.
It's the whole point of going.
We're making a memory.
You're not listening to me.|I have too many memories!
A good memory.|We're making something good.
What if it's not?
It will be. I promise.
I promise it will be beautiful.
How do you know?
Because I told her it had to be.
And if it's not?
Then I'll kill her.
Wayne!
Hi. I'd like to report a kidnapping.
I said I'd like to report|a kidnapping.
This man who lives|in my apartment building,
he's taken my turkey hostage,
and he's had it for|over an hour now, and I can't...
My turkey.
Turkey. Turkey! Yes.
No, look, I know...|that's why I called.
You have to understand.|No, no, no!
Bad girl!
I want my turkey.
- So this is the thanks I get.|- Give me my turkey.
I'm looking for a word.
Please give me|my stupid fucking turkey.
Ah, yes, that's better.
It's all yours.
- You don't have to thank me.|- Don't worry.
- Thank Bernadette.|- What?
Without her, we wouldn't|have found a solution.
She prefers her meat lightly fried.
Would sweetie like it|cut into little pieces?
You're a bad girl!
A very, very bad girl.
No, I'm not.
Welcome to our home.
Tyrone's lookin' for you.
How you been, Bobby?
- Eddie.|- No, Eddie's dead.
- I'm sorry?|- Yeah. I changed my name.
I'm Tyrone now.
- So you're Tyrone?|- Yeah. I changed my name.
Everybody else is changin'.|The whole world is changin'.
My who e wor d, wh ch was Apr
- I gotta get goin'.|- Hey, man.
Even if I wanted to hurt you,|and I kinda do,
I won't, so you can relax.
- Thank you.|- It's her choice.
If she wants to be with you,|that's fine.
It's just... there's something I...
You could tell her|something for me?
What you want me to tell her?
Happy Thanksgiving.
Let's go.
'Cause...
Once, there were|people here called "Indians. "
Native Americans, whatever.
Then a boat came|called the "Mayflower. "
Landed on a big rock|carrying people just like me.
The first year|on their own was hard.
It was... really, really hard.
Let me start again.
This was long ago...
before we stole most of their land,
killed most of them,|and moved the rest to reservations.
Before they lost their language|and their customs.
Okay, forget what I just said.
Once there was this one day
where everybody seemed|to know they needed each other.
This one day when...
they knew for certain|that they couldn't do it alone.
Why did we stop?
Daddy thought...
168...
- 160...|- 163.
I think they get... Daddy!
Dad, watch out!
- Who are they?|- 154. It should be up here.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my.
This is the wrong street.
- No, I think we're here.|- No, it can't be.
We have obviously...
We've obviously got the wrong...|the wrong address.
Daddy, I think this is it.
Goddamn it, April.
I don't understand.|How did you...?
What?
- It's carved dough.|- Carved dough.
Thank you.
Lock your doors!
Hey, welcome!|How you guys doin'?
Mom, don't! Mom!
I'm Bobby.
Aren't you April's family?
That hurts.
You must be her mother.
Well, um...|I'm gonna go get her.
April, they're here!
Hey, babe, your family's here!
They're here!
- They're here?|- Yeah.
Oh, my God,|what happened to you?
- I'm good.|- You need first aid.
No, no, look...
your family is downstairs.
Look at your lips and your eye.
I'm good. I'm fine.
They're downstairs waiting for you.|You gotta go.
Are you sure you're okay?
Go.
- The cranberry sauce is ready.|- They're here.
I don't understand.|They were just down there.
Maybe they went|and ran an errand.
Why would they come|all this way?
Bobby, what are we|gonna do with all the food?
This is so nice.
Something smells good.
I'm sure we'll be able to find|something for everybody here.
- You okay?|- I need to go to the bathroom.
- I'll... I'll...|- Timmy can take me.
Don't be hard on yourself.|We did the right thing.
It's much better this way.
Good afternoon.|Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Let me see.
That's it! I'm leaving.|You're on your own.
Let's see how you like that.
Mom!
Momh, a re you okay?
Excuse me.
French, Russian, bleu cheese,|Thousand Island, vinaigrette,
Italian, we've got Ranch.
They're made on the premises.
We've got a great Black Forest cake.|We also have great pies.
- Doesn't that sound good?|- We have great pumpkin pie.
Do you have whipped cream|with the pie?
Of course.
- This piece?|- Yeah.
- Want me to get it?|- No, I'll get it.