Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 6, Episode 15 - Angels We Have Heard on High - full transcript

Keats, where you going?

Go back to sleep.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I know you can't be doing

any last-minute
Christmas shopping.

You buy all your
gifts in September.

I really should go,
that's all.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

You know, it's no secret
that we sleep together.

You don't have to keep
sneaking out of here

at the crack of dawn.



I... I'm sorry.

I know.

I-I...

I don't know what it is.

It just... it just
makes me feel uncomfortable.

I feel like I did
when my mom caught me

kissing my boyfriend
in the eighth grade.

You're not in the
eighth grade anymore.

I know. I know.

So why don't you
come back in here?

There's a little Walsh
holiday tradition

I think you should know about.

It's kind of fun.

It's a little game.



Brandon?

Brandon, honey, are you up?

Did you hear that?

Of course I did.

Someone just knocked
on your door.

Brandon?

Who is that?

You're not going to believe it,
because I don't.

Uh, hang on a second, Mom!

Your mother? Oh, my God!

This is worse
than eighth grade.

Brandon, honey, are you up?

Hang on!

Surprise!

Mom, what are you doing here?

I'm home for the holidays.

Oh, Brandon,

I'm so sorry.

You have company.

Yeah. Mom, this is,
uh, Susan Keats.

Susan, this is my...

- my mom.
- How do you do, Susan?

Well, at the moment,
I'm-I'm rather mortified.

But nice to meet you.

I'm so sorry.

I'll be in the kitchen.

Where's Dad?

To tell you the truth, Brandon,

right now, I don't know.

You know, I love what
you've done with the house.

You've really held
down the fort for us.

Mom, what's going on?

I don't exactly know.

I just had to get out of there.

Why?

Your father and I haven't
been getting on very well.

What do you mean?

Brandon,
Dad loves it in Hong Kong.

This job has given him
a new lease on life.

I haven't seen him this happy
since he was 20 years old.

So what's the problem?

I'm what's the problem.

He's doing great, Brandon,

but I have no life.

You can only tour Tiger
Balm Gardens so many times.

So, your father booked us on
a holiday cruise with his boss.

I told him I wanted
to have Christmas with you.

We fought about it.

Said he was going
with or without me.

So here I am.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know either.

Except I'm sorry.

Seem to be saying that a lot.

But you're going back, right?

I don't really know.

Right now,
I don't know anything.

Hey, there he is.

There's my boy.

A little late as usual,
but he's here.

Steve-o, thanks
for coming down.

- No problem. What's up?
- Listen, I have some

special last-minute
gifts that have to go out,

and, uh, your dad said
you wouldn't mind.

- Not at all.
- Okay, good.

The boxes are in
the trunk of my car.

Now, every one of them
has got a tag

with a name and address on it.

I told the parking attendant
you'd be picking them up.

- Can you handle that?
- Sure.

Good. Knew I could
count on you, Stevie.

I'm gonna hit
a few practice balls.

See you on the tee in ten?

- You got it.
- Okay.

You could have at
least asked me first.

I had plans today.

Will you stop whining?

What do you think it takes
to get ahead in this business?

You got to go that extra mile.

Dad, it's Christmas Eve.

That is the extra mile.

You're like Scrooge,
you know that?

Will you stop it?

Will you do yourself a favor

and do Scott a favor,
deliver the gifts?

And, uh, don't screw up
as usual, will you?

I got a game to win.

Excuse me.
See you later.

What do you think?

- It's wonderful.
- Thanks.

I hope David likes it.

But I still think we should
have done it in the nude.

Yeah, well, then we'd have
to give Kelly a lobotomy.

Yeah.

Hang on a second.

I'll get you some bubble pack
to wrap that in.

- Hey, man.
- Hey.

How you doing?
Special delivery.

Thanks, Paul.

Here you go, Pauly.

- Merry Christmas.
- Yeah.

Looks like it's
gonna be a white one.

Where were we?

Planning on doing
some indoor skiing?

Uh, it's for a friend.

- Yeah, sure.
- Look, uh,

I bought a gram of coke
for the holidays.

You guys all drink, and I don't.

I just wanted a little
holiday cheer of my own.

It's no big deal.

No. If you want to put

that poison up your nose,
it's your business.

Actually, it'd be cool
if it stayed that way, too.

Kelly's a little sensitive
about this.

Well, Kelly's sensitive
about everything.

You can trust me.

Thanks, Val.

So I guess you don't want
to do a line with me.

No.

No, you're on your own.

Well, what's Christmas
without a little snow?

Come on.

Admit it, Sanders,
this is total fun.

Oh, yeah, I'm having
a great time.

But if my father knew, he
wouldn't have volunteered me.

- Shut up and have some more
cookies. - No, no, no.

1204.

Ho, ho, ho!

Yes?

Delivery from Scott Coveny.

Oh, I love presents.

What did Scotty get me now?

This is adorable.

A toy oven?

Well, you tell Scotty
that I'm thrilled

and that I'll cook for him
anytime.

I'll pass that along.

Oh, shut your face.

Take it from one who knows,

there's no such thing
as an amicable divorce.

Whoa, wait a second.

Who said anything
about a divorce?

Hey, my parents said
the same thing.

Next thing I knew,

they were divvying up
the garden tools.

Did you get ahold of Jim?

No. It's been impossible.

He's on a cruise ship
in the South China Sea.

You know, I always
thought your parents

were the perfect couple.

They're just human, David.

Well, if anyone can work
it out, I know they can.

If they don't, well, you'll
get through that, too.

Yeah. Thanks, man.

Listen, I got to get going.
Uh, tell your mom

- I'll see her later, okay?
- Yeah.

I'm sure she's so jet-lagged,
she'll sleep all day anyway.

Okay, bye.

Take it easy, man.

See you guys.

You don't look so hot.

I don't feel so hot.

Well, don't sell
your folks short.

Sometimes, people just
need time alone.

You think so?

This is Jim and Cindy Walsh.

Give them a little
more credit, pal.

I just get the feeling
she's not telling me everything.

Maybe there isn't more to tell.

Listen, if you want,
I'll talk to her.

Yeah.

You know, that might be good.

We're doing the tree trimming
thing over at our house tonight.

Why don't you come over?

I'll be there.

- Donna.
- Huh?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to open
Joe's present.

I just can't stand it.

I just got to see
what's inside of there.

- You are a bad girl.
- I know.

And that's why I happen to have
the exact same color ribbon.

See, all I have to do
is cut this ribbon,

open the box, peek inside,

put the box on, retie it with
my ribbon, and he'll never know.

Oh, so you have it all
figured out, do you?

Oh, yeah, that's me.

All under control.

My God.

I think Joe knows you

a little bit better
than you thought he did.

There's a card.

"Gotcha."

That scared me.

Oh.

Why do you let your father
get you down, anyway?

Because he lives to put me down.

I can't take it anymore.

So ignore him.

You're a big boy.

You're right.

But you know, no matter
how bad it gets with him,

I have to remind myself that
he's not my real father anyway.

Who the hell cares?

What are you talking about?

I'm adopted.

You are not.

- I am.
- I don't believe you.

It's true.

I'm sorry.

Can we just drop this, please?

Yeah.

- Hello. Can I help you?
- Yes.

Merry Christmas
from Scott Coveny.

I've got a present here
for Darla Mitchell.

Oh.

That's me!

From Uncle Scotty!

Yeah. I'm sure he knows whether
you've been naughty or nice.

- Thank you!
- You're welcome.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Let's see that.

So, what about you?

Have you been, uh,
naughty or nice?

Well, I've had some impure
thoughts; does that count?

I guess this isn't exactly

the Christmas
you had in mind, is it?

Why would you say that, Mom?

Just because my family's
about to crash and burn?

I always love
this part the most.

It's like meeting
old friends again.

Oh, look.

Clothespin reindeer.

You and Brenda were six
when you made that.

We were seven.

Please don't be angry with me.

I don't think I can take that.

I'm not angry, Mom.

It's just...

The thought of you
and Dad splitting up

doesn't exactly go down
very easily.

Especially at this time of year.

Honey,

the people in your family
will always be your family,

no matter what happens
with your dad and me.

How could he do this to you?

Don't blame your father.

This is not his fault.

Then who should I blame?

Me, if you need
to blame somebody.

I just don't understand.

Honey, listen.

Your father has a whole new life

and I haven't
been able to keep up.

We just don't seem to have
anything in common anymore.

And to be perfectly honest,

there may not be
anything we can do.

That's impossible.

A few months ago I would have
thought the same thing.

Why isn't he calling?

I told him not to.

Great.

That makes
for good communication.

Brandon,

right now I just want

to try to have a nice
Christmas with my son,

- okay?
- Okay.

I'll do my best.

I know you will.

I know this is hard for you.

But it's Christmas.

Let's make the most of it.

Okay.

Come on,
what's my real present?

Sorry, Charlie.

You gave up the right to a
real present when you opened

- the last one.
- That's not fair.

A simple instruction.

Do not open till Christmas,

and you couldn't follow that.

You've been a bad girl,

and I thought
it was my obligation

to call Santa and let him know.

Joe.

Sorry. Just the way it is.

It's a cruel world, Donna.

I hate you.

I love you, too.

Hmm.

Is it true that for your
first Christmas in L.A.

you spray-painted a dead tree?

It's an ugly rumor.

Mm-hmm.

Well, my first Christmas
in L.A. was sophomore year

and, um, well, Jonathan...

well, he wanted to stay in town,

you know, for the holidays,
and so we ended up

decorating a palm tree
outside his apartment building.

I, of course was inspired

and wrote my first column,

"Hanging Tinsel in Tinseltown."

Clever.

Well, actually it was really
rather depressing.

I spent the entire
Christmas Eve watching him

blue pencil me to death.

Really.

Can't imagine
what that's like.

I'm glad to see Brandon's
been lightening up.

He's been taking this
pretty hard.

Men always think everything
is about them.

Jim kept asking me
what he'd done wrong.

I couldn't get him
to understand

that it wasn't about him.

Well, I'm really glad
you're here, anyways,

even though it's not under
the best circumstances.

Me, too.

- Ho, ho, ho.
- Hey.

- Hey, Steve.
- Santa's here.

And his little helper.

And his other little helper.

Yes, well, speak
for yourself, darlings.

I'm Santa's big helper.

Hi.

Hey!

Merry Christmas, guys!

I know you bought me
a present.

And if you didn't,
you are in big trouble

because it's my birthday
and it's Christmas,

- and you know that.
- Okay.

- Yes, I got you something.
- Hmm.

Something very special.

Something that I've been
working on for a few weeks.

Oh, you made it?

Mmm, not exactly.

Come on, no more hints.

- I'm gonna give it
to you tomorrow. - Oh, come on.

Even my mother let me
open her present.

That's 'cause she's in Hawaii.

Come on, Donna, give it up.

I've been shaved and
covered in Bengay,

and I didn't crack.

Your last girlfriend?

No, the offensive line.

What exactly did they shave?

Never mind.

So, I come out

of the subway and it's like
4:00 a.m. Christmas morning.

I mean, New York is,
like, Silent Night,

Holy Night.

There's not a soul
in Bryant Park,

except for this absolutely
beautiful Puerto Rican girl.

I mean, maybe she's 17,

and she's sitting on a bench

and she's like having a baby,
right there in the park,

right there on the bench.

So, I look over
and there's these, like,

three winos standing around her,

standing all around her like,

like the three wise men.

And then what happened?

It's New York.
They mugged her.

Oh, that's terrible.

I'm just kidding.

We took her to St. Vincent's

and guess what
she named the baby?

- Jesus.
- Howard.

She named the baby Howard?

She was a Howard Stern freak.

She actually named
the baby Howard Stern...

Garcia.

I love New York.

- I love you.
- Mmm.

I need to hit the little,
uh, elves' room.

Excuse me.

Boy, Colin sure is
Mr. Social tonight.

Well, I guess Christmas

just brings out the
best in some people.

Yeah, if you ask me,
he's lit like a fuse.

Well, then let's make sure
nobody asks you, okay?

Where do you think
all this mistletoe

folklore started, huh?

Oh, I don't know,

some love-starved
European botanist, maybe.

You know, this is
really turning out

to be an excellent Christmas.

You have a lot to do
with that, Clare.

Well, I have a special
present for you later.

Ooh, I love presents.

What do you have,

some mistletoe hanging
from your headboard?

No, actually, it's, uh,
on my garter belt.

Ah, the kids are great,

but you know, sometimes...

Oh, thanks.

Sometimes it's just nice
to talk to someone

who knows that there
was life before MTV.

Oh, I know what you mean.

Do you have to go so soon?

Yeah, I'm late already.

- Where are you off to?
- Midnight mass.

I never miss it.

- Do you have room for one more?
- Sure.

My sleigh's parked
down the block.

I'll go around
and bring it out.

I'll get my coat, I'll
meet you out front.

Okay.

Oh.

Rush! Come on in.

Cindy!

What a nice surprise.

Hi.

I didn't know
you were in town.

- Oh, it's a last minute visit.
- Is Jim here?

- I'll take him out
on the golf course. - Uh, no.

I-I came by myself.

Everything all right, kid?

Actually, no.

Anything I can do?

Marry me?

Why not?

Don't take it too hard.

Happens to the best of us.

And to some of us,
more than once.

I hope it's not happening to me.

Me, too.

My son around?

Oh, he's in there somewhere.

Listen, I'm rushing off
to church.

- I hope you don't mind.
- No, of course not.

Steve, your dad's here.

Oh, Brandon,

I'll be back
in a couple of hours.

I'm going to church
with Nat, okay?

- Okay, Mom, see you later.
- Bye-bye.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Looking for you.

Will you all excuse us please?

Steve.

I knew that sometimes
you could be stupid,

but I never thought
you were self-destructive.

Well, thanks for the
support as usual.

Oh, good,

sonny boy, good.

You keep up the sarcasm
on the unemployment line.

- What's that mean?
- Means you lost your job at ITM,

and you embarrassed
the hell out of me.

What are you talking about?

You messed up
is what I'm talking about.

I messed up?

You messed up!
You delivered the present

he was sending to his mistress
to his niece.

His wife's sister's kid
got a leather bustier.

His mistress got
a Holly Home Maker oven!

This is funny to you?

What the hell is wrong with you?

The note that was included
in the bustier

is gonna cost Scott a fortune.

Dad, I just delivered
the packages

to the addresses on the labels.

I didn't write 'em.

I didn't screw up.

Somebody else did.

Somebody else screwed up.

That's your MO kiddo,

somebody else screwed up.

You mess up and it's always

somebody else's fault.

Just like the bloody fire.

You know what?

I don't need to take
that crap from you.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I've got nothing
to explain to you.

Sometimes I'm ashamed
to call you my son.

Then don't bother.

You're not my father anyway!

- Don't say that.
- Why not?

You're not my father!

You've got nothing
to be ashamed about.

Neither do I.

Merry Christmas.

Steve...

Steve...

Colin, would you hurry up?

I want to go home.

Coming.

See you, guys.

- See you later.
- Bye, Colin.

Look, you can let this
get you down

or you can brush it off
and have a good time.

You didn't do anything
wrong, Steve.

Your father and Scott Coveny

don't know what the heck
they're talking about.

I don't care about Scott Coveny,
or those stupid presents.

It's my father,
I pushed him too far.

He'll understand.

Understand?

I practically disowned him.

The guy raised me.

I... I owe him.

Okay, so, you'll see him
tomorrow

and you'll apologize.

Ugh.

The thought of apologizing
to my father makes me sick.

But you're going to, okay?

Otherwise you're gonna have
a miserable Christmas.

So what else is new?

Well, thanks for everything,

but we've got to get going.

Picasso here is getting a cold.

Just allergies.

Well, I'm putting you to bed.

Yeah? I think I can handle that.

- Good night all.
- See ya.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

You sure you don't want to
come back to my place tonight?

I better not.

I don't want to leave
my mom alone.

You're probably right.

I really feel for her,
Brandon, and you, too.

Everything will be okay.

I hope.

- See you in the morning?
- Yes, ma'am.

Mmm.

- Call me and let me know you got
home all right, okay? - I will.

Hello?

Happy Birthday.

Merry Christmas.

Mmm, you're so sweet.

Now, you said that you were born
at 3:27, right?

Well, at the tone

the time will be 3:27 exactly.

Beep.

Thank you, Joe.

I'll bring by your present
in the morning.

Oh, wait, wait.

Just give me one more hint,
okay?

Okay, I'll give you two.

It's mostly grayish.

A tasteful sweater?

And it's interactive.

Virtual whale?

Good night, Donna.

Sleep well.

Happy birthday.

Merry Christmas.

Bye.

Okay, bird.

Let's do this.

All righty.

Joe loves Donna.

Joe loves Donna.
Joe loves Donna.

Come on say it.

Damn bird.

Joe loves Donna.

Come on, you can do this.

Joe loves Donna.

Joe loves Donna.

Perfect.

Joe loves Donna.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

What did you get from Santa?

The usual: an orange,
a couple of walnuts,

a pair of socks...

...and this awesome watch.

I think Santa must
have touched down

in Hong Kong for that one.

Yeah.

Thanks, Mom.

Merry Christmas.

I love you, honey.

I love you, too.

You know, I'm glad I went
to church last night.

Did it help?

It always helps.

It gave me some peace
and made me realize

I can make it on my own.

I know you can, Mom, but...

the question is: Do you want to?

I don't know.

Mom...

you and Dad have been together
for 22 years.

I don't care who's right

or who's wrong or who's unhappy,

don't you think you owe it
to each other

to try to work this out?

I mean, you can't just
throw away 22 years

because he wanted to go
on a cruise and you didn't.

There's a lot more to it
than that, and you know it.

So, you're unhappy
in Hong Kong. So what?

You won't be there forever.

You don't understand, Brandon.

We don't know who we are
to each other anymore.

But do you love him, Mom?

Because if you don't,
I'll just give up.

I'll help you do whatever it is
you want to do.

But if you do love him...

you gotta try.

I do love him...

...but I'm not sure
that he still cares about me.

I got it.

I have a special delivery
package for a Mrs. James Walsh.

I need a signature.

Sure.

Mom?

Line four, please.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you.

Who do you think this is from?

Oh, what a lovely angel.

Brandon, I have to go call
the airline.

There's a reservation
I need to make.

What kind of mood is he in?

Not a very good one, pal.

That makes two of us.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Ho, ho, ho.

Merry Christmas.

Uh, I was out of line yesterday.

No matter what went down,

I shouldn't have
treated you like that.

No, I deserved it.

I was out of line.

I've been out of line
for a long time.

Well, I'm not gonna argue
with you there, Dad.

That's a change.

You remember what you
said to me yesterday?

You mean, when I was
telling you to back off?

No. No, you're right about that.

You were right about a
lot of other stuff, too.

But you're wrong about
one very important thing.

What's this?

You may want to read
what's inside.

This can't be.

Yes, it can.

It's the truth.

No, it can't be.

I went to New Mexico.

Three Christmases ago.

I found my grandfather.

I saw my mother's grave.

Her name was Karen Brown.

Yes, it was.

Your mother was Karen Brown.

I'm your father.

How can that be?

I was doing a picture
in New Mexico, and, uh...

I had an affair with a waitress

who worked
in her father's diner.

She got pregnant.

Meanwhile, your mother
couldn't have children

and-and we were trying to adopt.

So I, uh...

I bought my own baby.

You could do that back then.

All you had to do
was show a lot of cash.

What do you expect me to say?

I don't know
what I expect you to say.

I just... it's the truth.

I thought it was
about time you found out.

Damn you.

Do you know
what it's been like for me?

Do you know what it's like

to cry yourself to sleep
at night?

I'm sorry...

You're sorry?!

Sorry doesn't cut it!

I'm sick of people
being sorry for me.

Sorry doesn't make up
for all the years I spent

staring into strangers' faces
to see if they looked like me.

I understand.

You understand?

You don't understand.

You let me think I was
abandoned all this time.

Steve, I tried

to do the best I could for you.

I gave you the best
that money could buy.

I gave you the best clothes,
the best toys,

the best of everything.

But you didn't give me
what I needed the most, Dad.

The truth.

I couldn't tell you the truth.

Your mother never knew.

I couldn't tell her.

I still can't.

It would break her heart.

What about my heart?

Son, you make of it
whatever you want,

but you've got
to know something.

I love you.

I always have.

And despite what you think,

and despite some
of the horrendous things

I've said to you...

I'm so proud to have you
as my son.

You have a nice Christmas.

Oh, Donna, this is wonderful.

Yeah, thanks for inviting
us; this is great.

Well, the Tournament
of Roses theme this year

is "Kids, Laughter and Dreams."

So we figured, bring in the snow
and let the kids loose.

- And that you did.
- Yes.

Look at this.
God, I love Christmas.

What's gotten into you?

I thought you were
seeing your father today.

I did.
It went great.

Are you in the will again?

That's very funny,
Silver Bells, very funny.

So you're not going
to tell us, huh?

I've been trying to pry
it out of him all morning.

Some miracles just
can't be explained.

Like this one... snow in L.A.

Give me that, kid.

Santa lives.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

He's been crazy
like this all morning.

Remind me to have
his urine tested.

I had no idea it was
gonna be this cold out here.

- You know what you need?
- Hmm?

Some hot chocolate.

- Mmm, will you get me some?
- Mm-hmm.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay, thank you.

Hey, you weren't thinking

of surprising me
with my present, were you?

No. Not with this snow
and ice around.

Aha!

Why, is it something
that could freeze, mm-hmm?

You never know.

What? You got me something
that could freeze?

Ow.

Give it up, Walsh.

There's not enough ice there
to chill a drink.

You don't think a Minnesota boy

could turn this into a snowman?

No, but a Buffalo girl could.

Incoming!

Are you kidding me, Sanders?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Noticed anything strange
about your boyfriend lately?

No.

Kelly, he's high
as a proverbial kite.

He's just having fun, Valerie.

Face it... he's got
a nasal problem.

And how do you know?

Did you give it to him?

Merry Christmas
to you, too, Kelly.

Come on in, grab a seat.

I got a great little tidbit
of news for you all.

What is it now?

You'll see.

Come on in.
Come, come, come.

Grab a seat.

It's too good. I can't
keep it to myself.

Okay, come on then, tell us.

Well...

it seems like

Donna's not the only one
with a birthday today.

What are you talking about?

It's kind of like
my birthday today, too.

Rush told me
who my real father was today.

Who?

He is.

Rush?

That's amazing.

How about it, huh?

Hey, Nat, iced tea
for my friends here all around.

I'm buying.

Hey, big spender.

It's not every day a
guy finds his father.

Steve, I'm so happy for you.

No one's happier than I am, Kel.

Well, it looks like the
Christmas curse has been lifted,

huh?

I love you.

Excuse me, guys.

Steve, congratulations, man.

Thanks, man.

Uh, what do you want?
I'll order for you.

Um, I'm not hungry.

Tea is fine.

Smart boy.

I hear Cindy Walsh has been
cooking all morning.

She has been.

And now for another surprise.

Happy birthday, Christmas baby.

Oh.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, Donna.

Thank you, everyone.

- Make a wish.
- Okay.

So, what'd you get
for your 21 st birthday?

Oh, lots of great presents
from everyone,

except one important person.

It's coming. It's coming.

Yeah, yeah, it better.

Mmm.

What were you doing in there?

Going to the bathroom.

Really?

What's your problem?

I don't have a problem, Colin.

You do.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Wipe your face.

Under your nose.

Okay, let's go over this
one more time.

Joe loves Donna.

Joe loves Donna...
let me hear it loud and clear.

Come on.
This is your big moment, huh?

Joe loves Donna.

Damn bird.
Damn bird.

Kelly, would you, uh...

Would you hold it
a second, please?

- Sure.
- Would you?

Do me a favor, everybody,
gather around for a minute.

I want to make

one-one more Christmas toast.

Dad.

Just one more.

I guess most of you know by now

it's, um... been
a very special day for me.

For us.

To fathers and sons.

I love you, Dad.

Oh.

You know, Clare,
you were right about something.

What's that?

My luck has changed
since you've come around.

Well, stick with me.

The best is yet to come.

I'm going to make a toast, also.

To mothers and sons.

And to good friends.

- Hear! Hear!
- Hear! Hear!

Yes.

Who could that be?

It's open!

Oh. Sorry I'm late, guys.

Donna's gift was being
a little temperamental.

Come on. I can't
stand the suspense.

- What is it?
- Okay, close your eyes.

Oh, what is it?
What is it?

Okay. Open 'em up.

She's an African gray.

Oh! She is such a cutie pie.

Well, that's what you
should name her.

Oh. Joe, she's...

She's beautiful.

Hi, cutie pie.

- Hello.
- Oh, there's more.

She's got a message for you.

All right, uh, C.P., you're on.

Come on, now,
don't screw this up.

I've been training her
for weeks.

Joe loves Donna.
Joe loves Donna.

Damn bird!

Damn bird!

Damn bird!

- That's good work.
- Damn bird.

You got a great career
as a bird trainer there, Joe.

What was she supposed to say?

Joe loves Donna.
Joe loves Donna.

Damn bird.

Oh. I love you.

I love you, too.

Damn bird loves Donna.

Mom.

I wish I could stay for dinner,

but I have to be at the airport
two hours before the flight.

I really wish we could have
spent more time together.

I wish we could, too,
but, you know,

I'll be back soon enough,
this time with Brandon's father.

I just have to go upstairs
and get a few things together.

Go to it, Mom.

Kelly?

What?

Why are you being so cold to me?

Why do you think, Colin?

Come on, Kelly.

Don't you, um, have
to go to the bathroom,

or the little elves' room?

I'm sorry.

Look, I-I know
I broke a promise to you.

Yeah, you did.

You promised me this summer
that you wouldn't do it again.

I wanted to believe you.

It was just for the holiday.

One gram.

And it's gone.

It's over.

Can you forgive me?

I can if you mean it.

If you don't, don't lie to me.

I'm not lying.

Come on. It's Christmas.

It was a stupid mistake.

You know what?

I-I don't know
what I was thinking.

It'll never happen again.

I promise, okay?

Okay.

I can't believe
you're leaving already.

- I barely even got
to talk to you. - I know.

- Give Jim our love.
- I will.

And don't you guys
go scarfing up

all the food before
I get back now.

I love you all.

Merry Christmas.

Have a happy,

- healthy new year.
- You, too.

Bye, everybody.

Bye.

Wait a minute, Brandon.

What'd you forget, Mom?

I didn't forget anything.

I just want to stand here

for a moment and remember
all the good times

your father and I had
in this house.

You know, I'm really glad
you're going back to Dad.

You guys both owe it
to each other

to try to work this out.

It's easy to forget sometimes
how much we do love each other.

I miss this place every day.

But I did learn
something from this

three-day midlife crisis.

For me, home...

is where your father is.

Let's get a move on.

This is one plane
I don't want to miss.

Yeah.