Party of Five (1994–2000): Season 1, Episode 10 - Thanksgiving - full transcript

Has anyone seen my--

We're leaving
in five minutes.

My plaid shirt
and floppy hat?

-I don't wear hats.
-[Bailey] Five minutes!

Claudia!

Claudia!

Semi-naked.
Don't come in.

Have you seen
my plaid shirt?

Um, I'm not sure.

You mean the red one
with the zipper

and the little stain
on the left sleeve?



Claudia!

-You're dead!
-Hey!

A person's tent
is her castle, you know.

Yeah? Well, you're
being invaded.

What else have you got
in here?

This is so humiliating.

My Shawn Colvin CD.

Oh, it has
a little scratch.

My thesaurus,
my hoop earrings...

My sports bra?

Hey, a girl can dream.

What are you, a kleptomaniac?

Don't use language like that
with me. I'm 11.

Claudia, a kleptomaniac is
someone who steals things.



I didn't steal.
I borrowed.

You stole!

Would you have
let me take them
if I had asked you nicely?

No.

See? I had no choice.
You drove me to this.

My floppy hat.
Claudia, I'm sick of this.

I wanted to wear this
three times last week.

Personally, I don't think
it does very much for you.

Just stay out of my stuff,
you got it?

God, I'm never going
to forgive you for this.

That seems fair.

All right, well,
I want to make sure you're
going to be here Thursday,

so I booked a table
for 5:00. Prime time.

The place to be.

Don't all jump up
and down at once.

I don't know, Joe.
It's a really busy night
for you.

Yeah, I mean,
we don't want

to take up one of your
tables on Thanksgiving.

Gotcha. Okay. Well, as long
as you promise me

you're going to celebrate
at home.

Actually, we thought we might
just skip it this time around.

Face it, none of us really
knows how to cook.

Well, I'll send stuff
from here.

Well, we're kind of busy.

I mean, Charlie's got
this house painting job.

Bailey's got
this big paper due.

Anyway, It's more fun
just to watch football.

You don't have to worry
about cooking
and cleaning up.

You guys sure? -Yeah.
-Yeah.

Yeah. We all decided.

Okay. I'll get
a round of drinks.

[Bailey] Thanks, Joe.

Thanksgiving never was one of
my favorite holidays anyway.

It's kind of dumb.

It's really just about
how these pilgrims

took advantage
of the Indians.

-Did you know that?
-[Emmett] Hey, you guys.

Hey, How you doing,
Emmett?

-Mind if I join you?
-No. Pull up a chair.

So, I tried to call you guys
at home before you left,

but you had already gone.

I need to talk to you.

I got a phone call
this afternoon
at the law firm.

I guess there's
no other way to say this

except to come
straight out with it.

Walter Alcott was released
from prison last week.

He's out? Already?

The sentence was 18 months.

It hasn't been
nearly that long.

He was eligible for parole
when he'd served
half his time.

I guess based on
his prison record

and the fact that this was
his first conviction

for drunk driving,
that the board determined--

How could they
let him out?

I know it's hard to believe,
honey.

I know it doesn't seem fair.

So that's how
things work, huh?

Nine months and he just
gets to walk out of there

like nothing happened?

He killed two people.

I wish I could tell you
something different.
There is something else.

I got a request from him
through his lawyer.

A request.

And I want you to know that
you're under no obligation,
absolutely none.

He wants to see you.

What?

Why?

I think he'd like
a chance to say he's sorry.

[theme song playing]

♪ Everybody wants to live
Like they want to live ♪

♪ And everybody wants to love
Like they want to love ♪

♪ And everybody wants to be ♪

♪ Closer to free ♪

♪ Closer to free ♪

[Bailey] What does that
mean, anyway,
"say he's sorry"?

What's he going to do,
explain what happened?

There's nothing for us
to talk about.

I don't know.

What?

Is there anything that
he has to say that you
want to hear? An apology?

Give me a break.

Emmett says maybe--

Emmett says that we should
worry about ourselves,

not about this guy.

Walter Alcott...

Maybe it'd be good for us.

Oh, that's a load of crap. I don't know.

I mean, maybe it kind of
helps you to get past it.

I mean, you see him
one time, that's it,
and... you're past it.

[Bailey]
Hey, we were all doing
fine before tonight.

I think I can get past it
without looking at his face.

Maybe, but he's always
going to be out there,

and instead of it being
this big question

and us always wondering,

we could close
that door forever.

Are you saying
you want to see him?

I'm not sure.

God!

Bailey, why are you
being so mean?

Look, we've got to decide
one way or the other.

Forget it.

He can shove his apology.
It doesn't do me any good.

All it does is make him
feel better.

Now, you give me one reason
why we should do that.

So he can't sleep at night.
That's fine with me.

Charlie?

-What?
-Don't you have anything
to say about this at all?

I'm with Bailey.

We got to all agree, Jule...
all of us.

Okay.

Jule?

[music box plays]

What are you
doing in here?

Nothing.

You're not messing around
in my stuff again, are you?

No.

Jule?

What was the trial like?

It wasn't a trial.
It was a hearing.

Well, what happened?

Why do you want to
know, Claud, huh?

I just do, okay?

[sighs] Well, they brought
the guy in--

In handcuffs?

Was he in handcuffs?
I don't think so.

And the judge asked him
how did he plead.

He said, "Guilty,"

and the prosecutor
said some stuff,

and his lawyer
said some stuff,

and the judge
sentenced him,
and that was it.

Did he cry?

Yes.

And was his family there?

I guess so.
There was a woman

and a girl
who looked like him.

And did he say anything?

Come on, Claud.

We all agreed we were
going to try to
forget about this.

You know, I can't find
my blue vest.

You didn't take my
blue vest, did you?

You know, Claudia, I swear,
if you don't stop
taking my stuff...

Claud?

Can I help you?

I'm looking
for a book.

Well, you're going to have to be

a little more specific
than that, sweetheart.

On, um... on jewelry.

Well, that would be
in our hobby section
against the far wall.

Far wall?

Could you maybe
help me look?

I can't reach
the books on top.

Do you want
a coffee table book

or something
with more text?

Let's see...

Now, this has some of both.

What do you think about
something like this?

I'm Claudia Salinger.

I'm their
youngest daughter.

I just wanted to see
what you look like.

[Bailey] God, you shouldn't
have done that, Claud.

We all agreed we weren't
going to see him.

I know, but--

So then what did you
think you were doing, huh?

Look, if you're not
going to listen...

Hey, lay off her, okay?

You all got to see him.

I never saw him.

I just... I needed to see
what he looked like.

[Bailey] So?
How did he look?

Normal, I guess.

He kind of looked pretty nice.
Like anyone.

Like someone you would know.

A little like
Amy Patterson's dad.

Isn't that weird?

What did you think
he'd look like, Claud?

I don't know.
Ugly, kind of mean.

He was nice to people

in his store.

And before he knew who I was...
he called me "sweetheart."

There were people
in his store?

So he's, like,
doing pretty well.

I guess. I don't know.

Well, did he seem happy,

like his whole life was okay?

I don't know, Bay.

Well, what did he say
when you told him
who you were?

I just left.

You left?
I don't get it, Claud.

I just wanted to see him,
just to see his face,

just so I could stop
wondering about him.

That's all. I didn't go there
for an apology,

and I didn't want
to talk to him, okay?

-So now I'm satisfied.
-Claud--

And I don't want to
think about it anymore.

-Claudia--
-Didn't you hear me?

Leave her alone, huh?

He's got his life back.
He's working...

I don't know, he can
go to dinner or see a movie

or take his family somewhere.

Do you really think
that, Bay? I don't.

Well, I don't want
to take the chance.

I mean, he was in jail
for nine months.

Nine months.

That's 4 1/2 months
for each of my parents.

And good behavior?
What is that about, huh?

What did he do? Cure cancer?

I want him to pay
for what he did,

and if it can't be
with more jail time,

then I want him to pay
out of his own pocket.

You want to sue him?

Can we?

Well, yes, technically,

you could file a civil suit
against him.

Then let's do it.

Let's sue the bastard
for every cent he's got. And you think
that a lawsuit's

only going to make
his life miserable?

What about yours?

You know how long
these things can take?

What with depositions,
continuances, and appeals...

-It's years, Bailey.
-I don't care.

You don't care, but
what about the others?

What about Claudia
or Owen?

What about Owen, Bailey?

Because by the time
this thing is over,

he's going to be old
enough to understand.

Yeah, well, at least
he'll see me doing something.

But doing what?

Let's say you lose.
What was it all for?

Well, let's say we win.

Okay, let's say that.
You win.

What has it changed?

Exactly what
have you won?

You take something
like this on,

and it becomes
your life.

It is my life.

Oh, no.

-Claudia?
-Aah! What are you doing?

Um, nothing.
Spring cleaning.

Fall! I mean, fall
cleaning. Yeah.

Why?

Because.
I mean, I just...

I have too much stuff.

No one needs
this much stuff,

so I'm... I'm getting rid
of most of it,

and looking for
those few things

I absolutely have to survive.

I got home,
I went into the kitchen,

I got a glass,
I went to the fridge.

-Claudia.
-Aah!

What are you doing?

Um, I'm trying to remember
everything I did today.

It's, um,
it's a school project

about... memory.

-Claudia.
-Aah! What are you doing?

Uh, nothing.

Yeah, well, cut it out.

I gotta get in here,
and you're kinda bugging me.

Bugging you?

Oh, right. Of course I am.
This is really annoying,

but you'll get over that, right?

I mean, you're that kind
of person, aren't you?

You don't, like,
hold a grudge, right?

Right?

What's this?

I figured I'd get
some turkey into you
one way or another.

Thanks. Looks good.

Listen, Charlie, here's
what I was thinking.

I own the place, right,

so who says that I gotta work
the holiday shift?

So I'm gonna
take tomorrow off,

and what do you say

you guys come over
some time in the afternoon,

we watch the ball game,
I'll put a little food on...

Joe, I told you--

No, no, no. We won't even
call it "Thanksgiving."

It's just going to be
you guys

coming over to my house
for a meal.

Nothing fancy.
Paper plates.

Joe, I don't think so.

Come on. You got to eat.

We'll eat.

Look, we've had
other invitations.

Ross, Bay's friend Will.

We just don't
feel like it. [sighs]

Charlie, there are going
to be other holidays
without them.

Are you going
to skip those too?

Look, we just need to get
through this one, okay?

It's easier that way,
for everyone.

I know this guy coming back,
it shakes up everybody,

and it brings up things
that nobody wants
to deal with,

but you make a meal,
you sit down as a family.

It's like saying
"Life goes on."

We say that every day, Joe,

without the turkey.

[knocking]

-Hi.
-Hi.

I'm sorry.
I don't know--

I'm Annie...

Alcott?

Walter Alcott's daughter.

Oh, right.

I brought this pie
for you.

We wanted to send
something back then,

but the lawyers said...

I feel so stupid now,

like this is supposed
to mean anything,

but I thought I should
bring something.

I think maybe
you should take this back.

Okay.

I really don't know
what to say.

You want me to go?

Maybe. I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I knew you wouldn't
go see my father, so I had to come see you.

I had to see how you lived.

I had these horrible
pictures in my head

of what it might be like
for you.

It's a nice house.

So you have
a baby brother, huh?

Yeah. Owen. He's almost one.

That's good.
You go to high school?

Grant.

Urban. I'm a senior.

Got to figure out
colleges now. You?

Sophomore.

My mom wants me
to go to school in state, but I kind of want to
get away, you know?

My parents are divorced.
I lived with my mom
while my dad was in jail.

Why are you telling me this?

I don't know.

I... I don't know...

I'm sorry.

When my dad was in jail,
it was... almost easier.

You know, it sounds stupid,
but now that he's back, I...

I look at everything
that I have,

and I feel like

I need to be punished
or forgiven or something.

Why? I don't think so.

[sighs]

He's not a bad man.

I want you
to know that.

He's just a man.

He's kind of quiet
and gentle, really.

I mean, he sells books.

Okay.

I shouldn't have come.

It's okay. I don't mind.

Do you mean that?

Yeah. I bet we know
some of the same people.

I've got some friends
who go to Urban.

I'm Bailey Salinger.

God, I'm nervous.

[exhales]
I've gone through
this conversation

so many times
in my head...

for so many months.

Really? You saw it
as a conversation?

I say something,
you say something.

Well, yes.

Just out of curiosity,
what do I say?

"It's okay? I forgive you"?

How does it end?

Do we shake hands
or do we hug?

I know you're angry.

Angry? Angry... God.

No, I mean... I understand.

I don't think
you can.

I really don't think

that there's any way that
you could possibly understand.

You don't want
to hear anything
I have to say, do you?

No, I sure don't.

Okay, then.

I want to know
what you know about them.

About my parents.

Well, uh,
I know their names.

I know your mother
was 45

and your father
was 48. Forty-seven.
Besides that.

He owned a restaurant.

She was a musician,
a violinist.

I mean the important stuff.

She had hair
all the way down her back.

Did you know that?

Beautiful dark hair

my father wouldn't
let her cut.

They were married 26 years
last January,

and my dad would still
come home in the afternoon

and claim he had a headache,

and he and my mom
would go upstairs,

and we all knew
what they were doing.

They loved each other.
They were in love.

My sister asks me questions
that I can't answer

because I don't know,

like why didn't he
wear a watch?

Or what was that song
she used to sing to us

when we were little,

when we had fevers?

And Owen... God,
he won't even know to ask.

They're just going to be
pictures on the piano

and stories that we all tell

that everyone remembers
a little differently.

He's going to walk soon,
my brother.

He's a couple weeks away,

and they're not going
to see it because of you...

because you had a few drinks,

and you got in your car, and you went through
that intersection,

and you killed them.

What can I do?
What do you want me to do?

I want you
to step on your damn brake

and stop at that
red light!

So do I...

but I can't.

I can't take it back...

so what I have to do

is figure out a way
to go forward.

I don't want you
to get past this.

I can't. Why should you?

See, I want to hurt you.

I want to take something
from you,

something that is
so much a part of you

that you don't know
who you are without it,

and I want you to spend
the rest of your life

knowing that's
what you did to us...

And I want to make sure
you never forget.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

What does that mean,
she stopped by?

Nothing. She just wanted
to see who we are.

She's nice.
She goes to Urban.

What did you two do?
Have a little chat?

What's your problem?

-Did you say she can come back?
-No.

-Good, because I don't
want her here.
-Bailey--

And I don't want you
talking to her anymore.

Where do you get off
telling me
who I can talk to?

You want to know?
I'll tell you.

I have the right to say
I don't want his family
in this house.

I mean, who do you
care about here, Julia?

Are you listening to this,
Charlie?

I don't care.
I don't want to see her.

[Julia]
Both of you.

Hey, we're the ones
who lost our parents here,

so why the hell am I

in the business of making
her feel better, huh?

You know, they're going
to have
Thanksgiving tonight.

Wow. What is
happening to you?

[door slams]

Can't you even
try and help here?

What do you
want me to do?

That's all you can say?

Doesn't it bother you
what's happening to us?

I mean,
don't you care?

How can you not have
a damn thing to say?

Just... Just cut it out, okay?

[Thurber whimpers]

[Claudia] Go fetch.

Go fetch.

Come on, Thurber.

I've seen this work on TV.

Now, you know
what it smells like.

Now go find it.

Thurber...

please.

Thurber, please!

Come on. Start sniffing.

Come on.
Be a real dog for once.

Listen, Thurber,

I'm not saying
I don't love you,

but you have been a very big
disappointment recently.

I mean, you're not
much of a pet,

and it would go a long way

to making me feel
better about you

if you'd... if you'd
just help me out.

Just a little?

[exhales]

Bailey.

God.

What are you
doing here?

I don't know.
I came to see you.

It's a bad time.

We're just... sitting
down to dinner.

To Thanksgiving.

My mom would be okay
if you wanted--

No. No, that's okay.
You go... You go back.

I'll see you.

Are you okay?

Uh,

not really, no.

[woman]
Kate, honey,
we're sitting down.

You guys start without me, okay?

I'll be back in a sec.

You want to sit down?

Tell me, Bailey,
did something
terrible happen?

You're scaring me.

No. No, it's nothing
like that. It...

The guy, the drunk driver,
who hit my mom and dad,

he got out of prison.

Oh, wow.
That's so fast.

Yeah.

And the thing is I don't know
what's happening to me.

I mean, I was pretty okay
with everything before this...

I know you were.

But now I'm so angry.

I just, I can't do
anything but be angry.

He wants me to forgive
him, and I hate him.

I hate him, and he's
ruining everything.

I just...

I can't even think about
my mom and dad anymore,

and I really need to be able
to think about them again

where it doesn't hurt,
you know?

What can I do?

I really needed
to talk to someone,

and I realized

that the person that
I really wanted to talk to

I pushed away.

And... and I don't know
what I was thinking.

I really don't know why

I thought any of those
stupid things mattered,

and I'm sorry.

I don't know why
we split up, Kate.

I really don't. I just...

I just need you.
I need you.

[indistinct commentary on TV]

You know when you cut
a turkey's head off,

it can still run around
for a long time?

For days, even.

Where'd this come from?

Have you tried it?

The crust
is kind of gross.

You want some PB&J?

No. Thanks.

I think it's important
that you eat something.

Hunger can add
to irritability.

It can cloud
your judgment.

It can make you
overreact to bad news.

Sure you don't want
a sandwich?

I'm not hungry,
Claud, okay?

How is that?

Dad's was better.

[man on TV]
Coverage of today's game

brought to you
by Faber's steel-belted tires,

wishing you and your family
a happy Thanksgiving.

And a timeout has been called.

I'll be back.

Where are you going?

Yes?

Julia.

Dad, this is--

I know, honey.
I know who it is.

I know you think
that nine months
isn't enough time...

and it's not. I know that.

Even being in prison that long

didn't feel
like punishment enough.

I...

I think of all the things
I should be doing without

to compensate you...

But there is no compensation,
is there?

No, there isn't.

I know you're sorry,

and I know you wish
it hadn't happened...

and I know you're suffering,
I can see it,

but knowing that
doesn't help me.

It doesn't make it
better, Annie.

It really doesn't.

What can I do?

There's nothing.

But I know
what you want from me.

You want me to forgive you.

Yes.

I don't know
that I can do that.

I mean, it wasn't just my life
that you changed,

and I don't know
that I have the right

to speak for anyone else.

And what does that mean,
anyways, "I forgive you"?

Is it going to change anything?

Or does it just mean
that I stop
being angry at you.

And I stop hating you?

Because I want that so much.

Just as much as you.

I'll try.

I'm going to try.

The only thing that I can do...

The only thing I can do for you

is tell you that
we're going to be okay.

Because we are, the five of us.

I don't know how I know it.
I just do.

We're going to be okay.

And maybe
if you know that,

you'll be okay too.

What's going on
in the kitchen?

Since when are you
Julia Child?

I kind of thought I'd make us
a late Thanksgiving. You thought? Really?

What... What happened
to what we all decided?

Charlie, I think
we made a mistake.

Well, I don't.

I think it shows
a little respect not to sit down
and celebrate

like nothing
happened this year.

Come on.

It's not like we never sit
around the table and laugh.

It's not like
we never smile,

and when we do, we're not
saying we're forgetting

or that
everything's okay.

We're just doing
what we have to do.

We're never going to have
what we had last Thanksgiving,

and if we wait 20 years, it's never going
to be the same.

I just want to take
a step, Charlie. Please?

I went to see him yesterday.

For God's sakes, Jule.

I think you should too.

Forget it.

I know something's
wrong with you.

The last few days,
it's like you've disappeared,

and I'm just trying
to figure out why.

-Why?
-Would you just stop?

No. Go see him, Charlie.
It'll help.

-Yeah, him.
-No, us. I'm telling you it's hard,

but it's not the hardest thing
in the world

to say "I forgive you."

Yes, it is.

No. What you're going through
is a lot harder.

Please, Charlie?

It's like talking
about your nightmares

or looking under your bed
for monsters.

It makes them go away.

Saying "I don't hate you"
makes him go away.

I don't know.

Charlie...

I don't know.

My father
had an affair.

What? Recently?

A couple of years ago,

when my parents
were still together.

You're kidding.

Was it with
your stepmother?

It was some other woman
in his office.

I don't even know
her name.

Mom just walked in
on them one afternoon.

God.

Yeah, I think
about that a lot,

how that must feel...

Opening a door

and having
your whole life change

in a single minute.

I know you know.

He met Patricia

about three months
after they were separated.

It almost killed Mom.

She didn't want him
to have a life,

be happy,
if she couldn't.

She became
this whole other person...

This ugly, angry person.

She made sure the divorce
took forever

just to spite him.

She refereed to him
as "the son of a bitch."

At my Confirmation,
she keyed Patty's Jag.

Your mom? Really?

Yeah, I don't know
what happened,

but one day
she let go of it.

She moved on.

I think she figured out
her life could have become

totally about him,

or it could have become
about her.

Anyway, she came downstairs

and sat down
at the kitchen table

with a cup of coffee,

and she just said,
"Okay, enough."

What about you?

You mean
did I hate him?

Yeah. Sure, for a while,

but it took so much energy
to hold on to that.

Everything is
so complicated, Bailey.

My mom and dad,

my dad and me,

even me and you...

so you try
to make it simple,

and what it
comes down to is this,

people make mistakes,
terrible mistakes,

all the time,
every day,

and you have to learn
to live with it,

because, really,
what's the alternative?

The stuff with my folks,

I know it's not the same.

I know it's not
nearly the same.

But still...

You want to give me a hand,
maybe peel some oranges?

Sure. I got
to talk to you

about something
first, though.

Could you put the knife
down, please?

I did something
you're really, really
not going to like.

Yes?

Why don't we just
leave it at that?

Where are those oranges?

Claudia...

You know that bracelet
you have

that Dad bought Mom,

the one with
all the little jewels

and the rubies
and everything?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I sort of,
kind of, took it.

Oh, no.

I did everything I could
to find it. Honest.

I looked everywhere.

And then I tried to replace it,
but I don't know how,

and I don't have
that much money,

and I'm really sorry, because
I know that you loved it--

How long ago
did you lose it, Claud?

Two days ago.

God, Claudia! Two days!
It's probably gone for good!

You could have
said something.

Yeah, right. You would have
just screamed at me.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.
You're always angry at me.

Well, you're always
taking my stuff.

So? What's the big deal?

It's just because
I want to be like you.

I don't know why,

because everything I do
makes you mad,

and you never forgive me.

You never forget
about anything.

Like, you're still mad at me
from seven months ago

when I forgot to tell you
that guy called,

that guy,
what's his name?

-Steven Pomper.
-See?

I'm sorry for always
being mad at you, okay?

How did you get the combination
to my little mailbox, anyway?

I didn't. You left it
in your jewelry box
on your dresser.

No, I didn't.

No, I don't
trust you enough.

What is it you took, Claud?

The bracelet

with all the little red
and little purple jewels.

With the silver clasp?

-Yeah.
-That's a piece of junk.

It's from, like,
four years ago

when I played a gypsy
in a sixth-grade play.

Piece of junk?

I spent two days in hell
because I lost a prop?

[laughing]

Very funny.

I, uh, I have no story.

I was spending
a Saturday with friends,

and we had dinner,
this long dinner,

and then I had
too much wine.

That's it.

That's all I did.

I had too much wine
with dinner.

And then about eight o'clock,
I got into my car to drive home.

[scoffs]

It was a completely
forgettable day.

You know, people make mistakes
all the time

and nothing happens.

I imagine a million
meaningless separate events

had to come together
just so.

Why was there no traffic?

Why was there no cop
to stop me from speeding?

Why did I have to be
at the intersection

of California and Van Ness
at exactly 8:22?

Why did the light
have to be red?

Why did two people
with five children

have to be driving
in the other direction?

Because of me.

What?

They, uh... they had tickets
to a concert

at Symphony Hall.

I guess Mrs. Kelleher
had the day off,

I don't remember.

But I promised to babysit.

But I was with this girl,
this woman,

and, uh,
we were at her apartment,

and, uh,
I lost track of the time.

I don't remember when
I finally got there, but...

He was...
He was so mad at me.

The thing is the concert
started at eight o'clock.

They would have been sitting...

They would have been
sitting in their seats at 8:00.

One date.

One stupid date.

I mean, who cared?

I could have... I could have
been home so easily.

You know what he said to me?

"Next time, be here."

Next time. [sobbing]

And Mom, she...

handed Owen to me.

She handed him to me, and...

Then they walked away.

What did I do?

God help me.
How do I get rid of this?

Charlie, listen to me.

No!

It's my fault. I did it.

I need to be forgiven,

only they're not here
to forgive me!

-Stop it.
-It's my fault.

It's my fault!

Charlie... it's my fault.

Listen to me.

Let me do one good thing
in all of this

and tell you the truth.

[sniffing]

You're the hero
in this story, son.

Well?

It needs salt.

And a little more pepper...

but on the whole...

First rate.

Really? You think so? Absolutely.

I doubled the garlic

and added a little extra
chicken broth

so it wouldn't dry out.

Dad's was always
a little on the dry side.

Season away.

What's all this?

What's it look like?

Thanksgiving? You cooked?

Well, Joe sent
a lot of stuff over, but I made stuffing,
sweet potatoes,

and apple pie.

And I helped.

And Claud helped.

Didn't we kind of
miss the boat here?

I mean, Thanksgiving was...

Yesterday? Big deal.

I mean, what difference
does it make, right?

Right?

No difference at all.

Turkey's in the oven.

Set the table, Claud, will ya?

Sure.

Hey, man.

Where you been?
You look like hell.

Out.

Just out.

I'm glad.

Julia made Thanksgiving.

I see.

Hey, wait a second.

Don't we always eat
Thanksgiving dinner
in the dining room?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[laughing] There we go.

[all sighing]

[Bailey]
That looks great, Jule. That looks
very good.

Want some bread?

Want some stuffing,
Claud?

A little bit.

Great potatoes.

Is that enough?

Oh, yeah. It's getting
kind of weedy

over by Nana
and Papa.

I'll say something
to the groundskeeper.

Here too. God.

I don't think
those are weeds, Bay.

[baby cooing]

It's lavender. Let's leave it.

Hey, how come
some of the headstones

have stones on them?

Some people like to
leave something behind,

kind of as a way of showing
they were here.

[slow song playing]

Pez?

[Julia] Ha ha! Sure.

-[Charlie] Why not?
-[Julia] That's a good idea.

Hey, you know what, Claud?

You're it.

What?

Oh, no fair. No fair!