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What are you making?

Mashed cauliflower for my mom.

She has dietary restrictions.

Yes, I know. She has an angry bowel.

It's irritable.

Like your parents coming
for Thanksgiving makes me.

For the next six hours, I need you to be

courteous, kind, and respectful.

That's not fair.

That's like me asking you
to catch a football.

...Jackson... a perfectly thrown ball...

Hey! I was just about
to look up at that.

What are you doing?

Making it look dusty and unused.

My parents are coming,
and I was raised...

- Without a TV.
- Without a TV.

Just because you grew up with
the worst life imaginable...

I had books.

We're saying the same thing...

doesn't mean we should suffer
every time they visit.

I don't want my dad to think
we're slaves to technology.

Oh, my God.

- Hey, give it back!
- Not happening.

Dad, we all just watched that show

about the Menendez Brothers.

Let's think about this.

You'll get them back
when my parents have left.

Until then, why not communicate
the old-fashioned way...

using words and eye contact.

Red-faced angry emoji.

Guess who's ready for the holidays.

Hans Gruber can't be here right now.

Why?

Because my dad can't find
out we have a pet pig.

- Why? Why?
- Because he wouldn't approve.

Because Grandpa doesn't
like cute things.

- Why?
- Because I'm cute,

and he didn't approve
when Daddy married me.

- That's not true.
- Why?

Because I was beneath Daddy.

You mean like the time

I opened your door without knocking?

You, take Hans Gruber upstairs
and hide him in your room.

And you, take your hair
out of that ponytail

and make it look more festive.

Want to give me styling tips?

Yes, use a curling iron
to give it a light bounce.

And you... Actually,
you're dressed appropriately

and you're involved in ballet,
something cultural.

I have no notes for you.

I'm the man.

Actually, I do have a note for you.

Be 30% less Oliver.

You get so uptight
when your parents visit.

And you get uptight when it's your
mom's year to come for Thanksgiving.

That's because she's crazy,
and that makes me crazy.

But you don't see me
turning myself inside out

trying to please her.

No, you just yell at her
in front of company

and make everyone uncomfortable.

I do that. Yeah.

It's different for me.

You have brothers and sisters.

I'm an only child.

All the attention falls on me.

I have to make him proud.

When are you going to stop trying

to get your dad's approval?

Right after this visit,
when I finally get it.

I sent him an early copy of my book...

"John Stuart Mill and the Consequences

of a Thoroughgoing Empiricist Outlook."

JSM is his favorite
utilitarian philosopher.

Did you trade JSM's rookie card for a...

If I knew another philosopher,
I would've totally landed that.

I just need you to get on board.

Fine.

But afterwards, you're gonna owe me.

I want you do that special thing
you know I like.

Tell the kids you're out for the night

when, really,
you're just locked in our room

with a coffee cup full
of chocolate chips,

watching "Beachfront Bargain Hunt?"

Sounds so hot when you say it.

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Busted.

I need to get my phone back,

but I can't figure out
the combination on the lock.

Why do you need your phone so bad?

Eyo texted, "I love you."

And...?

He said, "I love you,"

and that's the first time
he's ever said that.

And before I could text him back,

Dad took my phone away.

Wow.

He's got to be thinking
you're totally icing him out.

- I know!
- Okay, listen.

The sooner Grandma and Grandpa leave,

the sooner you'll get your phone back.

Right.

This Thanksgiving has to move fast.

Wait.

I thought it might be Mom's
two favorite "Bachelor" seasons.

- 13, 21.
- 13, 21.

Oh, I love that outfit.

This one?

The one you laid out on the bed for me

with a note that says, "Please wear it.

My mommy and daddy are coming?"

You added that last part.

You promised me you'd be on board.

Fine! I'm on board.

But parents or no parents,

this button is getting unbuttoned

20 minutes after pumpkin pie.

Unh-unh. Unh-unh.

My parents are almost here,
and I said no electronics.

This is an assignment for school.

I have to do a short film about
my family's Thanksgiving.

Okay, but when you use your camera

around Grandma and Grandpa,

make sure you call it a "documentary."

They're here.

They're here! They're here!

Everyone, look good. Have a mint.

Oh!

There's no time to pick them up.
Just kick them in the vent!

Spencer?

Spencer?

Happy Thanksgiving.

You invited an ex-con
to our Thanksgiving?

Yeah, he's all alone,

and I wanted him to feel like family...

family you leave money to.

What kind of person befriends someone

just to get in their will?

The kind who might not
take care of his father

if he keeps up the judgment.

This is for you...

a rare Bordeaux I bought at auction.

Do you have a decanter?

I have a sun-tea jar.

That's what they call decanters
in Florida.

I hear beeping. Who's holding?

- Taylor.
- It's not me.

Oops. Sorry.

I... I guess if I go past there,

my ankle monitor's out of range
of my house.

I don't want my parole officer

busting up your Thanksgiving party.

Pearl's fun at first,
but she wears on you.

- So sorry you can't stay.
- Nonsense.

I'll go get the card table
and set it up right here.

It's them.

Anna-Kat, stop eating mints
off the floor!

- I'll get it.
- No, that's okay.

Ah, happy Thanksgiving.

Spencer Blitz.

You're that investment banker
that they locked up.

That's me.

And now I'm your son's doorman

who's never allowed to play
the market again.

Empire Energy's about to make a run.

May I take your coat?

Oh! Hi, honey!

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Dad.

Any other criminal friends
coming for dinner?

Oh, no.

Spencer's not my friend.
He's Oliver's friend.

Oh, a boy and his felon.

Warms the heart.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Katie!

There is the woman that my son
insisted on marrying.

You.

Grandma, grandpa!

Oh!

Thank you. That was perfectly handled.

My secret is, I make a fist

and dig my fingernails into my hand.

See?

Is that blood?

Yeah.

All right, everyone's here!

Let's all go to the dinner table.

The turkey still has
two more hours to cook.

I say screw the turkey
and let's get on with it!

Nice try speeding up Thanksgiving.

Wait, what's that sound?

It's Eyo weeping as he checks his phone

for a text that never comes.

Sorry about the card table,

but it must be better
than your last Thanksgiving

in federal prison.

Oh, Guy Fieri was our guest chef.

Too spicy. Terrible!

I've got sweatshirts for everyone

from Oxford University!

He teaches there in the summers.

It's very prestigious.

Yes, my job is prestigious, but, um...

it's not the only thing that
I'm proud of in my life.

Greg?

Tell 'em about the time that
I smoked Tony Blair at Scrabble.

You just did, Dad.

Greg is impressive, too.

You should see
the velvet-y professor thing

he gets to wear around his neck
at every graduation ceremony.

It's like he teaches at Hogwarts!

I'm good, honey. Thank you.

I'll get it.

Who is that?
We're not expecting anyone else.

Well, hello!

Hello, everyone.

Mom?!

You didn't tell me
the stiffs were coming.

I didn't tell you

because you're not supposed to be here.

You're supposed to be at Steph's.

Well, your sister got caught up
in that travel ban,

and now she's stuck in Turkey.

And it didn't occur to you
to call or give me a heads-up?

What, so that you could come up
with some dumb excuse

for why I couldn't come?

Absolutely not.

I can still make an excuse.

Oven's broken. House is being fumigated.

Uh... stay away from me.
You drive me [Bleep]] crazy.

You know, I haven't been here
for 20 seconds,

and you are already on my ass.

Lucky for you I'm in a good mood.

I had two road pinots.

Katie, can I talk to you for a minute?

In private?

Do you know how to make a whiskey sour?

I can't believe your mom
crashed Thanksgiving.

She doesn't even think to call!

It's bad enough we have
an ex-con in the house.

Now we'll have your soon-to-be-tipsy mom

telling my parents
dumb stewardess stories

about how she had a layover
with James Caan.

She always stresses the "lay."

You're saying that as though
old Snooty and Tooty

- are too good for my mother.
- Oh, come on, Katie.

My dad is a three-time
National Dickens Scholar.

James Caan was
in "The Godfather I" and "II."

What's your point?

My point is that I would listen

to my mom's stories till the end of time

if it meant never having to hear
your father go on

about his favorite author.

What's his name again? Scrotum?

- Balzac.
- I knew I was close.

My parent is a world-famous scholar.

Yours is a world-traveling tramp.

That's it! I'm off board!

I am going upstairs to change
into my buffet pants!

I'm going to be getting some
slice-of-life footage.

Pretend I'm not here...

unless you're giving out doughnut holes.

Then I would like to be recognized.

Read anything interesting lately?

Oh, funny you should ask. Yes.

I just re-read my old dissertation,

and you can tell, from even a young age,

I was something special.

This is what you're wearing? Jeans?

Yeah.

And if you say anything more about it,

I'm losing the bra,
and then all hell breaks loose.

We had an agreement.

Greg, can I speak to you
one second in private?

Okay, the appetizers are done.

If I turn the oven to 600,
will the turkey cook faster?

It doesn't work that way.
Grease would catch fire.

The whole house would burn down.

I'll be right back.

Anna-Kat, give us a moment.

Your, uh... sister's
worried about a boy.

How do you know that?

Well, I spent my life
learning how to read people.

It's how I became successful in business

and how I knew where the warden
hid the flag

when it was prisoners versus guards

on Spirit Day.

That sounds great.

If I ever go to federal prison,
I'm using you as a reference.

I also see tension between
your grandparents.

Notice they're only holding hands

by the fingertips.

You're wrong about that one.

My grandparents have always been
the perfect couple.

Trust me.

People often put on an act

when they're hiding
their true intentions.

I hear you have good wine.

Oh, the best!

It's from Thomas Jefferson's
personal collection.

One of only three bottles left.

With age comes perfection.

And wisdom.

Goodbye.

She is so into me!

Whether it's arrogance or senility,

you wear it well, my friend.

I don't like how he treats you.

Just admit that he is a cold,
withholding jerk,

and I'll get back on board.

- My father is a great man.
- If he is so great,

then why hasn't he said anything
about your book?

- I'm sure there's a simple explanation.
- Okay.

He doesn't have e-mail,
so I sent him a copy.

- Mm-hmm.
- The package was too big for the slot,

so they hid it behind the ficus.

That's not a great hiding place.

Someone could have taken it...
an animal, perhaps.

Did you know that squirrels

can carry up to ten times
their own body weight?

No, I didn't know that.

But what I do know is
I'm gonna go out there

and get plastered with my tramp mom,

provided she is not abducted
by squirrels.

And then Jimmy Caan said,

"That was one hell of a lay over!"

Tell the part where your leg
slipped in the toilet,

and you had to do dinner service
with a blue foot.

No, that's okay.
Let's go talk to Oliver.

He's involved in ballet.

Yes. Let's.

It's so fun shocking them.

You know, I haven't even
broken the seal yet

about the bi-curious stories yet.

Look at us.

We're finally getting along!

Yeah, well... our tightest bond

has always been
in the criticism of others.

Oh, they are, without a doubt...

Anna-Kat, Mama is
gonna say words she uses

when she's behind

someone writing a check
at the grocery store.

Could you film
your grandparents instead?

And Harvard's always looking
for male ballerinos.

That's my ticket in.

What complex machinations.

Oh, wait, wait. Something's brewing.

"Complexinations!"
Well, hello, new word.

Welcome to the world.

There's actually quite
a few cultural things happening

in this house... dancing...

writing.

Right.

Oh, enough already.

Thomas, have you read Greg's damn book?

Uh...

yes.

Thank you.

Anything to add?

You're welcome.

Well, great.

I was worried you had
a squirrel problem.

And Greg's father, that pompous jerk,

just sat there and didn't say anything.

That's when I snuck out
and gave you guys the 911 text.

Oh, well, I'm glad you did.

I'm happy to get away from my family.

I told them I was spotting
and had to lie down.

No one questions you after
you drop the word "spotting."

Hm.

Here's a twist.

I'm getting along with my mom,
but I'm mad at Greg

and super-mad at the way
his father treats him.

So I'm both pissed at
and protective of Greg.

I'm very conflicted.

Do you want to come back with me
for moral support?

- Can't. I'm spotting.
- Me too.

Back from the soup kitchen.

What soup kitchen?

The one in here, honey.

Okay. So just nonsense. Right.

Okay! Mom is home!

I would like to invite everybody
to the dinner table.

You're serving starches?
They make me bloat.

I can take a Zantac,
but we'll have to wait for...

Let's just move
to the damn table already!

Come on. Ha!

All right.

I'm really starting to like you.

- Thanks, Grandma.
- Yeah.

Taylor, what in the world
is going on with you?

Dad took my phone.

So...?

Eyo texted "Happy Thanksgiving."

And then he wrote, "I love you."

L-U-V?

L-O-V-E.

Damn!

I think Spencer's on to me about
befriending him for his money.

Can you tell when I'm lying?

I'm not sure.

I really like your sweater.

Thank you.

Okay, good. You can't tell.

Very nice.

Now, go get your sister for dinner.

She's in her room editing her movie.

Were you going to write back,
"I love you too?"

I guess so.

Well, do you love him?

I don't know.

Then why would you tell him you do?

It's just texting.

No one expects you to be fully honest.

Oh, I think I'm gonna like texting!

Taylor, back when I was a stewardess,

guys used to throw the word "love" at me

as freely as they would throw Quaaludes.

But you have to make sure
the love is real.

Or else you can wake up
in a motel room in Akron

without a ride to the airport.

I probably still have 'ludes

caught between my couch cushions.

You're starting to grow on me.

Don't worry about your phone.

Go over to Eyo's now and talk to him.

You need to do this face-to-face,

see if it's real.

Thanks, Mom.

I finished my film.
We have to watch it now.

Why can't we watch it after dinner?

Because after dinner,

you start flashing the lights
on and off,

singing the song "Closing Time."

I can't believe it still works.
We haven't used it in so long.

And, yes, there will be a brief
Q&A after the screening.

Thanksgiving means doing
a lot of extra work

for a woman who refuses to eat my food

and a man who insults my husband.

Okay, very funny.

Anna-Kat, make sure you erase that.

Truth is, I've had
all the money in the world,

but Thanksgiving's always been

a bit of a lonely holiday for me,

because I've...

Well, I never made time for family.

But I'm thankful to my new friend

who has...

become my family.

Looks like your plan is working.

Yeah.

Thanksgiving!

- How's tenure coming?
- Oh, I think I'm on-track

to make it in the next couple of years.

Oh, I made tenure at 28.
Hon, was it 28 or 29?

I jest. We both know it was 28.

Honey! Walk me to the powder room.

Why are you always such an ass to Greg?

I'm just giving him something
to live up to.

Oh! Like you're so great.

We have to turn this off. Now. Here.

Off!

Um, Grandpa,

that's a toy cellphone filled
with jellybeans.

- Say what you will about Greg.
- Mm-hmm.

He hasn't been hiding a second family

in England for the last 20 years.

He doesn't even go to England.

That's not a fair comparison.

♪ Closing time ♪

Wait, you have a second family?

How long have you known about this?

Three months ago, his son called.

Your genius father

left his secret cellphone
in his nightstand.

- You have a son?
- I have a brother?

- Greg.
- I'm not talking to you.

No, my other son is also named Greg.

Greg?!

Why would you name him Greg?!

You already have a son named Greg!

So I wouldn't make a mistake
and call you by the wrong name!

Makes perfect sense!

Shut up, just...

shut up.

You know, every time you visit,

I put Katie and the kids through
hell just to impress you.

We put on this charade.

The funny thing is, you're the one

who's been putting on the charade.

But now I see the real you.

Well, Dad...

this is the real me.

We watch TV.

Like, a lot of TV!

We watch all of "The Bachelors"...

"Bachelorette," "Bachelor Pad,"
and even "Bachelor in Paradise."

My kids love their cellphones.

Taylor already has arthritis
in her right thumb.

Oh, and you're going to be
so disappointed in this!

Do you know how to make a whiskey sour?

Eyo and I broke up.

What?

This is our family pet...

a filthy, garbage-eating pig.

My whole life, I've looked up to you.

In my eyes,
you couldn't do anything wrong.

In your eyes,
I couldn't do anything right.

Well, it turns out,
I did everything right!

I've got sometimes-great kids

and an intermittently-great wife!

I had planned on telling you
about Greg, Greg.

I'm not done.

I could give a rat's ass
if you like my book or not.

I like it!

And it's damn good!

Okay.

Okay, you've had your little say.

All right. We are getting out of here.

Nobody speaks to me like this.

Hey, Thomas.

Here's a new word for you...

"ska-douche!"

That's the sound the door makes

when you kick a douche out of the house!

You will always be my favorite, Greg!

Because the other one isn't my son,

and he has a whore for a mother.

I feel... like I missed something.

Little bit.

You okay?

I'm not gonna lie.
I'm pretty confused right now.

Oh, honey.

The bright side to this toilet fire is

you're not an only child anymore.

- Yeah, that's true!
- Mm-hmm.

How does that make you feel?

Anna-Kat, you're not handing that in.

We're just gonna take an "F"
on this one.

Olly, boy, I want to give you something.

No! I don't want anything from you.

Having you here is all I need.

I wasn't giving you
a $50,000 watch, you dummy.

I just want you to take it
and have it cleaned.

Oh.

Appreciate the gesture.

I had my doubts about you, kid,

but it turned out
I was reading you all wrong.

Sweetheart, let's head on out.

Yeah, let's go and dig through
those couch cushions.

Ooh, yeah.

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