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The best part of the holidays is family.

The worst part of the holidays
is Bow's family.

So I always try
to stake out the best holidays

and reserve them
for my side of the family.

- I have MLK Day...
- Yes.

- ...July 4th, Labor Day...
- Mmm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Thanksgiving, and Christmas.
- Unbelievable.

Now you choose yours...
Ooh, wait a minute. Hold on.

- Wait, Dre...
- Let me get... let me get New Year's

real quick. Okay.

- Seriously?
- Uh-huh.

Dre, come on! You took
all the good holidays.

Come on. You say that like you
came out of this empty-handed.

Hell, I gave you every other Easter.

Really? You gave it to me, Dre?

- This is ridiculous.
- Okay.

Bow and I both love Easter.

It's the one holiday
neither of us would give up.

We came up with a system
of odds and evens,

with our families
switching off every other year.

Ooh! Ooh! My family's here.

No, no, no. That's my family.
Dre, it's my year.

Bow, it's definitely my year.

No, okay, it's my year, Dre.

- Hi!
- Hi!

Aah! This was supposed to be my year!

Hello.

Damn.

I forgot how white your white half is.

Dre.

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Yay! I'm so glad you guys all here.

Just make yourself comfortable.

Okay, what the hell happened?

What are your white cousins doing here?

Dre, I told you, this year was mine.

Last year was supposed to be mine,

but we skipped it
because Devante was born.

Okay, we saw your family
at the hospital.

That counts as your year.

I almost died.

And I had to watch HGTV
with them in the waiting room.

- Count it.
- No, I will not count it, Dre.

And, okay, I know how
you feel about my family,

but you only see them once a year,

and I have to see your mom
every... single... day.

I accept your apology.

Okay, I get that we
have never done this before,

but we can still have a lovely Easter

with both of our families here together.

The only important thing

is that you and I are a united front.

We can get through this as a team.

You and me.

You and me.

- Thank you.
- I got it.

Hi!

- Oh, hey!
- Hey!

- Great to see you guys.
- Hey!

- Oh.
- Mm.

- Life of the party, as usual.
- Yep.

- He had a long week at work, so...
- Of course.

You know, I don't...

I don't think I've heard him
talk in two years.

- Okay.
- He's had a long two years at work.

I'm excited for you to try my beets.

By Dre?

Get it?

No, I made this.

- Oh.
- With burrata and fennel pollen.

It's delicious, healthy,

and just as filling as a meat dish.

- Oh.
- Oh.

That sounds like it... could be true.

You know we hate to come empty-handed.

Oh, we're so glad you don't.

I hate when you come.

- Shh!
- Okay.

- Hey!
- Hey, Grandma.

Oh, let me grab that.

Thank you. Let me get that for you.

Hey, let me... Oh. Nope? Okay.

I want you all to know
I stood outside for an hour.

- Oh.
- What?

And three people offered
to help me find my way home.

- Oh.
- Oh.

You know, this is really
a nice neighborhood.

- Yeah.
- Well,

that's why we moved here, Grandma Mabel.

- Yeah.
- Good choice.

I hope you don't mind,

but I had to bring my fur babies.

Buttons is for my anxiety,

and Pinches is for Buttons' anxiety.

So keep it cool.

Keep it cool.

- Yay!
- Yay.

- Your family's here.
- They're here.

Wow! You look so grown-up.

High school will do that to a girl.

Mm. Yeah. Uh... totally.

Oh, sorry. I was out late last night.

You guys get to stay out late?

Yeah, we don't have a curfew.

No curfew?

I-I'd stay out 'til like 10:00.

No, no... 9:30.

Look... she's wearing lipstick.

Not lip gloss... stick.

So, what about you guys? What's new?

Well, one cool thing is...

I'll tell you what's new.

We are so sorry.

It's time for the 2018
Johnson family egg hunt...

planned by me, administered by me,

all disputes will be adjudicated by me.

But have you worked out the kinks?

Hey, guys! Guys, I found...

Did I just kill a chicken?

I don't care. I'll kill
as many chickens as I have to.

I don't know... those used to be fun,

but I think we're
a little too old for egg hunts.

I drove a car last night.

What? How?!

We're too old, too.

Y-Yeah. Eh, uh, forget what I said.

Uh, that round, pink thing on that book

is of no interest to me.

Is there candy in it?

I-I don't... I don't care.

I get it. Everyone's growing up.

But, uh, maybe you'll
change your minds later.

No presh.

But... let me drop this.

There is candy in them.

Oh, I knew it!

- Oh. So what? Psh.
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While I was cooking,
avoiding the white cousins,

finally, the one I liked arrived.

Anybody home? I'm a burglar.

- Gary's here!
- What's up?

- Mm! What's goin' on, brother?
- Not too much.

- Good to see you, man.
- Yeah.

Finally, one of the good ones shows up.

Eh...

What'd you bring with you?

Well, glad you asked.

It took a lot of spilled flour
and a few third-degree burns,

but I baked us a sweet potato pie.

- From scratch?
- You know it.

I love you, Gary.

You are the man, G-Money.

Alright. All for you, D-Money.

- Hey! You made a pie.
- I did.

- I made a pie.
- Okay.

Yours looks good.

Too good.

Well, I put a lot
of hard work into this pie.

Mm-hmm. Somebody put a lot
of hard work into this pie,

but it wasn't you.

Now, you know
that's a Patti LaBelle pie!

You trying to take credit
for Patti's work?

Well, I did write the song "On My Own."

Oh, we're not joking. Okay.

I know what you did, Gary,
and I'm gonna prove it.

Homemade, my ass.

Ah, come on!

- Here, sweetie.
- Oh.

Ooh! Meat!

- Thank you, baby.
- You're welcome.

What was that?

Nothing. Nothing.

I've never seen you make a plate
of food for Andre before.

Mom, Junior was just asking

if you could explain
your crystal work to him.

No, I wasn't.

But I am interested!

Let me get my pouch!

Go ahead, you guys.

- Here, babe.
- Oh. Hey, thanks, baby.

Yeah, no problem.

It's no big deal, Mom.

I think it's a big deal

when my daughter's being
subservient to a man.

I'm not being subservient.

It's just... It's... It's what we do.

Gwen...

- Do you make a plate for your husband?
- No. Mom...

You mean physically make him a plate?

Like at Color Me Mine?

No.

Do you put together a plate of food

for an able-bodied man?

Why on Earth would I do that?

- Oh, boy.
- He can make his own plate.

- Well...
- Spoken like a liberated woman.

- Yay!
- Rainbow prefers to be subservient.

- No...
- Leave her alone, Aunt Alicia.

- Okay?
- Thank you.

It's 2018.

Bow can choose to be

as liberated or as subservient
as she wants.

- That's not helpful.
- Question.

- Mm-hmm?
- Do you have any nitrite-free bacon

that I could chew up to feed to Buttons?

I-I have... Canadian bacon,
I believe, in the fridge.

How does that sound, Buttons?

Oh. Oh, he's wondering
if you can run to the store.

Oh, that's not what he said.

Mnh-mnh.

Have you guys seen "Blood Tsunami"?

The movie that made a whole
theater vomit and pass out?

We saw it last week. Threw up twice.

Um, yeah, yeah.

W-We're totally

- brave enough to see it.
- Mm-hmm.

It's just, o-our mom won't
let us watch scary movies.

It's okay. I can show you
a clip on my phone.

Oh, wow. How lucky to get to see this.

Watching pirated material
can earn you five years in jail

and/or a fine of up to $250,000!

Is it worth it?

Is this guy serious?

Now that we've avoided a felony,

let me holler at you
about this egg hunt.

So, the prizes this year aren't
just Peeps and Cadbury Eggs.

I've also got Cadbury Eggs
shaped like Peeps.

Changes the calculus, huh?

God! Now that we're not
doing it, I see eggs everywhere!

Oh, what is that?!

- Come on! That's a foul!
- Come on!

Oh, my God, your plants
in front are looking nice.

Hey, hey, Paul,
I can't see around your head.

Yeah, I got some great
succulents coming in myself.

But I lost some good guys
during the frost.

You can't plant
a Zone 8 stunner in Zone 11

and expect good results,
you know what I'm saying?

U-U-Uncle Paul, um,
late-game free throws

aren't the best time
to be talking about gardening.

Oh. Of course.

- Where's my head?
- Uh-huh.

Sorry about him.

You know, I wish Bow's family
was all you, Gary.

I miss the old shorts.

Hmm?

I mean, they hug the body.

They really let you see
the shape of the equipment.

Grandma.

Oh, yeah! Oh!

- Mom, I have bad news.
- Yeah?

It's Jack and Diane.

What?

I-I don't want to alarm you, but, uh...

they've lost their sense of wonder.

- Okay.
- So, I-I guess I do want to alarm you.

Okay.

Just... keep your head on a swivel.

I... Yep.

- I got it.
- Jack, do you want some carrots?

Um... no.

Uh, are you making Jack a plate?

- Yeah.
- Why?

Because I always do. It's nice.

You do it for Dad.

Continuing the cycle.

Uh...

Yeah, well... not anymore.

- Wh...
- Nope.

Everybody can make
their own plates from now on!

What?

The cycle has been broken.

Good for you, Bow.

Thank you.

What is going on in my house right now?

Mom's white family
is ruining it for all of us.

Yeah. I know, little buddy.

I'm not ready to make my own plate.

Without Diane, it would just be

all deviled eggs and Cool Whip.

I mean, that sounds good, right?

Ooh, I-I don't know what to take.

I feel paralyzed.

No, hey, hey, hey.

Don't worry about it, buddy, alright?

I will make your plate,

because making a plate
is not a big deal.

Dre.

That is what I thought, too,

- but when I do it, it's a choice.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't want Diane to think
she has to wait on a man.

You're worried about Diane
waiting on a man?

You need to worry about her
poisoning her rivals.

Not just rivals.

Y... She's so scary.

So what if she makes
her brother a plate?

That does not make her weak.

I shot Earl in the belly,
and I still make him a plate.

Yeah, all in all, not a bad trade.

Whoap!

You're not staying?

Unh-unh. Didn't we see
these people last Easter?

Yes! I was in the hospital.

Remember? I almost died.

Still, I-I think it should count.

I'd count it.

I thought we had a united front.

I know, but my mom just
brought up a really good point.

I don't want to be passing on
a sexist tradition, Dre.

- Okay, we will argue about this later, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

But let's hold it together
until after dinner,

when we can kick these people
out of here.

Enough. These people are
my family, and I love them,

so please, just... just be gentle.

- I'm trying.
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi!

Sorry, um, I'm just wondering
if there's any way

you could arrange
a calm, dark room for my dogs.

They got a bit overstimulated

during the basketball game,

seeing a ball they can't have.

Enjoying yourself, Gary?

Yeah. I always love...

Quick... what's
the butter-to-shortening ratio

in your crust?

- I used all butter.
- Mm-hmm.

What temperature
did you cook your pie on?

And for how long?

350 for an hour,

after I boiled the
s-sweet potatoes for an hour.

Ooooooh! You smooth.

You know who else speaks smoothly

with a wicked tongue?

- The devil?
- The devil.

Yeah.

Oh. Interesting.

No fried chicken...

no greens.

Maybe on my next pass.

Oh.

Thank you all so much for being here.

This is so nice.

It's such a special day

when we're surrounded by so much family.

- Ah. Yeah.
- Yeah.

So... much... family.

We are starving.

We did a fun run before we came today,

- didn't we, hon?
- Oh. Fun run.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

Hon? The run, it was fun?

He loved it.

I be... believe you. Yeah.

That's when I noticed
that it wasn't just Gwen

who had made a strong food choice.

It was all of Bow's family.

Something wrong?

You guys don't have any
mac and cheese on your plates.

Oh, you know, it's very rich,

and we're trying to watch
our calories and cholesterol.

Really?

Because burrata
has much more fat than cheddar.

Yeah, but it tastes very light.

You should really try our beets.

I would, but I see
bringing beets to Easter

as an act of aggression.

Pump your brakes, Dre.

- O...
- Just...

Well, I-I'm sorry.

I just don't see how you skip
over mac and cheese for beets.

I love beets.

Don't beat up on beets.

Oh, Paul, you're so funny.

Okay, I'll give you that.
That's a good one.

And beets are very healthy.

Well, food isn't about just health.

L-Let's say someone you love died.

- What? What are we...
- One of your dogs, maybe.

Would you comfort yourself

with a nice, warm bowl of mac and cheese

or a cold, slimy beet?

My Clarence used to hate beets.

He called them "blood potatoes."

Oh. I never heard that before.

- Interesting.
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe black and white people
taste things differently.

Maybe I just don't eat soul food

because of all the fat and salt.

Is that all you think soul food is?

Huh?

Do you have any idea why
we cook it the way that we do?

Today, Dre will be cooking
with pig intestines, weeds,

ham hocks, pig's feet,
lard, and hot water.

Can that be right?

Mm.

Let's see what he can make for us

with these tough ingredients.

During slavery, black people were lucky

if we got the worst parts of the pig,

the toughest greens,
or even leftover cornmeal.

We also had to figure out
how to make it taste good.

So we used lard and tons of seasoning.

And even now that we can afford better,

we still like our food highly seasoned.

There's a reason that Beyoncé
has hot sauce in her bag.

So, I've made collard greens
with ham hock,

hot water cornbread,
and fried chitterlings.

Well, that actually looks amazing!

You made this from those ingredients?

Yes, I did.

Dre, you've been chopped.

But don't ever stop chasing your dreams.

But this is a dream.

Then I don't know what to tell you.

We took white people's garbage
and we made it shine.

That's why it hurts so much
when you turn your nose up,

because when you reject
our food, you're rejecting us.

Okay, this is crazy.

Are you saying that
my taste in food is racist?

Is that what he's saying?

No, I don't think so.
That's not what he's saying.

Because he said he's gonna be
so nice to my family.

Okay, so, does anybody want slaw?

Do you want slaw? Do you want slaw? Dad?

Is it so crazy for us to believe

that after our people were
on the bottom of this country

for 400 years

that our stuff is seen as less-than?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Preach, baby! Preach!

Our stuff is never seen as acceptable

until white people
put their stamp on it.

Dark skin was bad

until white people saw
how nice they looked with a tan.

Black music was jungle music
until Elvis stole it.

And even our butts were too much
until Kim Kardashian came along.

Okay, I'll say it. Um...

I've always thought black people
are better, you know?

And it's a wonder you don't
rise up and kill all of us.

Oh, I've tried.

See? Gary gets it.

I can't keep going around
in circles with you, Dre.

You see race in everything.

Because it is in everything.

With pretty much anything,

I can draw a direct line to being black.

It's my North Star, which is why I know

that if Rachael Ray
started a soul-food line

and put it in the frozen section,

you would buy it right up.

You think you're the only one
with a deep connection to food?

Oh. Is Brian talking?

I cook beets because of my grandmother.

When her family was hiding
in the woods from the Nazis,

beets were all they had.

So when we were kids,
she'd cook them for us

and tell us stories of how she survived.

Now I like making them for my kids...

so they can, uh, remember her.

Oh.

Okay.

Maybe I'll try some.

All of this talk
of who makes a plate for who

and black food vs. white food

had left our Easter dinner pretty tense.

Hot enough for you guys out there?

It's warm out... warm outside. Warm.

I see the neighbors got a new car.

Yeah, it's... it's a pretty car.

I don't care about slavery
or the Holocaust.

Oh, Mabel.

All I know is, I always loved
making my Clarence a plate.

What's that, Grandma?

Well, when we came up,

it was different from the way it is now.

When a black man
went out into the world,

they treated him like he wasn't a man.

Mm.

So the least I could do
when Clarence came home

was make him a plate...

make him feel like he was somebody,

let him know that somebody loved him,

even though the world didn't.

Mm.

I never looked at it that way.

Thank you for sharing that.

I think that's a really good reason

to make a plate for someone you love.

Hm.

Mmm.

Ohhh, this is such
a beautiful moment of healing.

Does anyone else want to open up?

Perhaps about a lie
they've told about a pie?

There is no lie.

I made that pie myself.

I worked my ass off to impress you.

I-I wanted to show you all
how much you mean to me.

And we love you.

No, I was talking to the Black people.

Riley and Hunter must think
we're such babies.

What are you guys doing?

Uh...

We just thought it'd be hilarious

to hunt eggs... ironically.

U-Uh... y-yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's... That's how we hunt
for them, too, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Cool. Uh, sweet.

If we really want to clown Junior,

we would go outside,
where there's tons of eggs.

Yeah. Sure.

Whatever.

Um, wouldn't it be dumb

if we also just kept track
of who found the most eggs?

It'd be me.

I-Ironically.

They do have wonder.

Go, children.

Find my eggs.

Something sweet for a sweetheart.

Thank you.

- I like your smile.
- Ah.

Call me if I outlive your wife.

Call me anytime.
I don't care about your wife.

- Mr. Johnson...
- Hmm?

- I made you a plate.
- Oh.

Well, Mrs. Johnson, I made you a plate.

- No way.
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Hey, babe, I will try harder
with your family next time.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

And, uh, Cinco de Mayo
is gonna be muy caliente.

Mmm!

Do you think I could take
some of the mac and cheese to go

in case anyone wants a midnight splurge?

Sure.

- Yeah, I think that can be arranged.
- Yeah.

Wait a minute.
It's not for the dogs, is it?

Oh, no. Buttons is lactose-intolerant.

Pinches is not, but we tell him
he is just to keep peace.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

You got it. No problem.

You're trying so hard
right now, aren't you?

- I am.
- Mm-hmm.

Bigger smile.

- Bigger.
- Mm-hmm.