02x09 - Thanksgiving II

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Frankie: Thanksgiving means a lot of things... the food, the traditions, but mostly it means family traveling far and wide to be together. Even when times are hard, you know the holiday will be worthwhile if family's coming.

You're not coming? Why?

It's not a tone.

My tone is upset, mom.

I'm upset.

But we were gonna do the black Friday sales together and use dad's handicapped placard to park close.

No, don't send the placard.

That is not the point.

Well, if you're not coming, then send the placard. (Beeps)

(Sighs) What?

(Cries and babbles)

Okay. We talked about this before. Cry first, then talk.

(Normal voice) Mom is going to Janet's house for Thanksgiving again, because she doesn't want to miss Lucy's ballet recital.

(Scoffs) Who the hell has a ballet recital on Thanksgiving? Thank you! (Sighs)

Well, at least we'll still have my aunts and your dad.

Invited your dad, didn't you?

Yeah, of course. You asked me to.

I'll do it.

Oh, come on! Just he makes it so damn hard.

He's gonna say that he doesn't want to be a bother, and I'm gonna say, "You won't be," and he'll say, "Oh, I don't know," and I'm gonna wind up begging him to please, please, please come to Thanksgiving. It happens every year. I want family in this house, Mike.

Otherwise it's not Thanksgiving. It's just overeating.

(Sighs)

Well, I'm up to eight people for Thanksgiving, so it should feel pretty full.

You're not gonna bail on me, are you?

No. Mm. You have to let me bring something.

Okay.

I was thinking maybe yams...

Mm-hmm.

String beans...

Mm-hmm.

And... my girlfriend.

Really?

Yes. I was trying to slip her in as if she was another food but it's not. (Laughs) It's my girlfriend.

Wow! You have a girlfriend?

Bob, that's great.

Ohh. So is this someone you've actually...

You know, met?

Of course. She's a librarian at the public library.

(Mouths word) I would never have the strength to approach her if I hadn't been listening to this motivational podcast.

It has given me the confidence to just deal with people differently.

That's right. I remember last week when Pete tried to take the meat out of your sandwich, and you didn't let him.

I didn't let him!

Hi.

Hey, mom. I've been thinking. I know you feel bad 'cause grandma's not coming to Thanksgiving.

So I was thinking, maybe you and I could start our own mother-daughter tradition that we could do together.

Ohh!

I thought we could bake a homemade apple pie from scratch.

Ohh.

(Chuckles) Yeah. It'll be super-rewarding and bonding, 'cause Martha Stewart says apple pie is actually the most time-consuming and difficult of all fruit-based desserts... So simple, yet so complex, just like the relationship between a mother and a daughter.

Sounds fun. It'll be good to have another dessert, 'cause Bob's bringing miss Gibbs from the library.

Hold on. A librarian is coming here?

That's right.

An actual librarian is coming here?

Looks that way.

Oh, my gosh. But what will I wear?

What will I say? Axl, we have to clean our room.

(Chuckles) Yeah, that's not happening.

Yeah? Let me see if this changes your mind.

A librarian is coming over.

Oh, my God. Why didn't you say that?

In that case, uh...

(Laughs)

Hey, uh... this stuff is kinda piling up here.

Have you seen my dad lately?

No, not since they took him away in the ambulance.

(Cheering on TV) Dad.

Son. (Whistle blows)

(Turns off TV) They told me at the desk you broke your hip three weeks ago.

Why the hell didn't you call me?

You fix hips? I live 15 minutes away.

You don't think I want to know when my dad goes into the hospital?

Oh, you got your own concerns. I was fine.

I-I dragged myself on my belly from the yard into the house, knocked the telephone onto the floor, and dialed with my face. (Chuckles)

When was I supposed to know this?

I only found out 'cause I went by the house to invite you to Thanksgiving.

Oh, no. You don't want an old man with a broken hip at your Thanksgiving. That's true, but my wife does. (Sighs)

Please, dad. Please, please, please come to Thanksgiving.

Oh I don't want to be a bother.

It's not a choice, dad.

The nurses say you gotta be discharged tomorrow, and they can't let you go home alone. Don't worry.

We got TV and crummy food at our house, too.

You don't exactly roll out the red carpet, do you?

(Sighs)

We were taking turns. That was the rule.

And then you swoop in with Lucy's ballet recital.

May I finish? Fine. Forget it.

(Beep)

Ohh.

Mom, I found two apple pie recipes.

Which one do you think would taste better? -This one.

(Telephone rings) If it's aunt Janet, don't answer it.

(Ring, bottles clink)

It's great that you're keeping your dad hydrated... (Ring)

But have the two of you done any talking in the last two days? Of course we talked. We talk all the time.

(TV playing indistinctly) What's on next?

Don't know.

No, I mean really talk, Mike, about what's gonna happen after Thanksgiving.

He can't go back to that house by himself. (Sighs)

What does your brother say?

(Sighs) Oh, come on.

You haven't talked to him yet?

Ohh. (Scoffs) Rusty'll just make everything more complicated.

Your brother has the right to be involved in this decision, Mike. (Ring)

He's your brother, your partner for life.

Nothing is more important than family. (Ring)

I said, let it ring!

(Sighs)

So Mike sucked it up and went over to his brother's house.

(Dog barking in distance)

(Sighs)

Hey, Mike. Hi. (Chuckles)

Rusty.

Hey. How's it goin'?

What the hell happened?

Huh? Oh. Well, you know how it is with the economy.

The economy b*rned down your house?

Well, no, that was, uh, that was a massive fire.

Why didn't you call me?

Are you a fireman?

I'm your brother, for God sake. How'd this happen?

Eh, well, I was, uh, runnin' the hot plate about four weeks ago, and I noticed one of the cords was frayed.

I kept telling myself, keep your eye on that, but wouldn't you know it?

I fell asleep facedown with a cigarette in my mouth.

(Chuckles) I blame myself partially.

Well, listen... (Sighs)

I came out to find ya 'cause dad broke his hip.

Never even told me he was in the hospital. For cryin' out loud.

What does it take that old man to pick up a phone, huh?

Yeah. Well, he's gonna stay with us through Thanksgiving.

I'm guessing you're not doing anything for Thanksgiving yourself.

Wasn't planning anything big.

Why don't you come stay with us?

It'd be nice for the kids to see ya.

Oh, you still got the kids, huh?

Yeah, the state makes you keep 'em until a certain age.

Well, uh, I don't want to be a bother. (Sighs)

So Mike brought Rusty, and now we had all three Heck men in the house.

At least now the three of them could sit down together and really talk about the future.

What's on next?

I don't know.

There's gotta be somethin'.

(TV playing indistinctly)

By Wednesday, the kids were fighting, the men were on their butts watching TV, and the women were in the kitchen.

It was beginning to feel a lot like Thanksgiving.

I'm gonna tell dad.

Well, I'm gonna tell him you're an idiot.

He cleaned up all my stuff, and now I can't find my nunchakus from the state fair.

They're the only thing in this house that I care about! A librarian's coming.

How do you not get this? I can't talk to him.

No, no. Let me handle this. Boys, boys, come here.

Let me give you a piece of advice from my own life, huh?

If you're going to smoke, don't do it facedown in a pillow.

(TV playing indistinctly)

I got her for labor day?

Oh, please.

You don't have a leg to stand on, and you know it. (Slice)

(Gasps) Ow! Uh, I got a bleeder.

(Beeps, receiver clatters)

Oh. (Inhales deeply) Okay. That's not so bad. Here.

Just rinse it off in the bathroom and keep it elevated.

I-I'll get the blood out of the apples.

Hey.

So did you talk to Rusty?

What does he want to do about your dad?

Uh, I don't know. Didn't talk to him.

Seems like he's got a lot on his plate right now.

Heard him talking to his insurance.

Guess they're not gonna give him any money to rebuild.

What? Why not?

(Sighs) I don't know.

So where's he gonna live? What's he gonna do?

I don't know. You don't know? So did you guys talk about anything?

We talked about how lousy Purdue's playin'.

Mike, your dad is dragging himself around on his belly.

Your brother's living in a tent.

They might not see the problem, but there is one.

You've gotta figure something out.

(Sighs) Well, I guess what would make the most sense is for Rusty to move in with dad for a while.

That's great. Now if there was only a way to transmit ideas from one person to another.

I'm not gonna tell 'em what to do, Frankie.

They're grown men. I don't want to be a bother.

Oh, no. Mike. Mike, stay with me.

Resist the pull of history, Mike.

Do not be swept down that river with them.

You have to be the sane one.

Fine. We'll get into it... At the half.

(Sighs)

Don't worry, mom.

I can still peel the apples with my good hand. See?

(Chuckles)

Ow!

Oh!

It's okay. I'm good.

See?

So that night, several halftimes later, Mike sat down to have a heart-to-heart with his family.

So, uh, listen, the thing is, dad, the hospital says you're gonna need somebody to live in the house with u, and, Rusty, it's gonna start snowing any day now, so you're gonna need a house, you know, without a zipper.

So what seems the most logical thing to me is for Rusty to move in with dad and help take care of him.

Oh, I'll be fine.

Oh, yeah. Don't worry about me.

Okay then. Good talk.

Let's see what's on TV.

(Sighs)

Look, they said they're fine. They're fine.

Not everybody's like your family, with the feelings and the talking and the needs.

Oh, I'm very aware of how your family is nothing like my family.

Well, at least my family's here.

Uh-oh.

(Voice breaks) My... family...

Loves me!

Hay turkey day! (Mouths word)

Hey, mom, Bob just arrived with his date, Lisa.

Oh, yeah I-I'm gonna give you to Axl. Okay.

(Whispers) Just talk to her. Come on. (Whispers) Ohh.

Happy Thanksgiving, grandmom. Oh, wait. Hey.

Sue's trying to get the phone away from me.

Come on, Sue. Wait your turn. You're so rude. God!

Sue: Hi, grandma. Frankie, this is the new ray of sunshine in my life, Lisa.

Thank you for inviting me into your lovely home.

I brought my own mashed potatoes.

Oh, you didn't need to do that.

I'm lactose-intolerant. Trust me, I'm doing you a favor.

Isn't she amazing?

Ohh.

Uh, grandma, I gotta go. A librarian just walked in.

Is that Pat?

Happy Thanksgiving.

(Laughs)

Lisa, I think you probably know My son Brick from the library.

(Whispers) Hi.

Sure. Nice tie. (Normal voice) Oh, thanks.

It's really hard to find clothes with a book theme. Tell me about it.

Well, send pictures of the recital.

(Chuckles)

Let me give you to big Mike and Rusty.

(TV playing indistinctly)

Uh, y-yeah, sorry. I couldn't find 'em.

Yeah. Okay. Uh, I gotta go.

Okay, Frankie says dinner's just about ready, so let's take a seat. Bird looks good.

Jeez, it's nice to see the family all together like this, huh? Mm-hmm.

Hey, look at aunt Edie.

She's holding up pretty good, huh?

If I was a thousand years older, I'd take run at that.

So you really read all of Dickens?

Yep. I started last summer and finished by the spring.

When I was his age, I was quite the reader myself.

No Dickens, though.

I was home-schooled.

My reading list was all about how to avoid the devil.

No kidding? You're still driving?

Well, that's just terrifying. (Laughs)

(Laughs)

You know, you're eating butter, by the way.

Well, it looks so funny, but at least it smells g... Ow!

Oh!

My foot! Oh, it b*rned my foot.

Oh, honey, this pie is gonna k*ll you. (Sighs)

Here.

Oh. For my foot?

No, no. For dessert. Let's just go back to my old tradition.

As long as you heat it up at home, it's homemade.

(Chuckles) Really?

Oh, yeah.

From my mother to your mother to you.

Brick: And so I give it to him, and he files the book under 592, and it was a botany book!

Oh, my God. Everyone knows botany is 580-589.

Of course! (Chuckles)

(Chuckles) You know what book I really love?

"Catcher in the rye."

Really?

What was your favorite part?

When...

He caught the rye.

That's what I thought.

(Telephone rings)

(Sighs)

(Beep)

Hello?

Hi, mom.

What?

Oh, wow.

Yeah, I-I would love that. (Chuckles)

(Whispers) She wants to drive down and meet me at the mall for black Friday.

(Normal voice) Yeah. You know, that's... that's a long way for you.

I could meet you halfway at the one at Decatur.

I know I'm sorry we've been fighting.

I know. I love you, too. I'll see you tomorrow.

All right. I love you. Yeah. Love you. (Chuckles)

(Receiver clatters)

It's nice how y-you guys say "I love you" to each other all the time or somethin' there, huh?

Well, you know us. We're pretty gutsy folks.

Gets a little silly sometimes.

It's not silly. It's nice. It's really nice.

Oh. I know there's not a lot of that in your family.

Oh, no. We don't go in for that.

Yeah.

Uh, you know, once a waitress told me... she said that if my father had told me he loved me just once, that my life would've turned out complete differently.

Oh, Rusty.

Yeah. You would've liked her.

Oh.

(Brick and Lisa laugh)

Lisa: Wow, Brick. This is very impressive.

Brick: Thank you.

And you've read all these?

Sure have.

Oh, e-excuse me.

I thought this was the bathroom.

(Chuckles) Whatcha doin'?

Brick was just showing me his books.

He's got an amazing collection.

Oh, really?

I showed Lisa my car when I drove her here.

'Cause I have a car and a driver's license.

Do you have a driver's license, Brick?

No, but I have a library card.

Oh, yeah? I stayed up till midnight last night.

How about you?

Guess what, Mike? Your family is not fine.

Your brother is crying out for love.

What?

You know what he just told me?

That if he had ever heard your father say "I love you," it would change his entire life.

Rusty said that?

Well, a waitress said it to him, and he told me, but it was very emotional.

Your brother has never heard your father say "I love you," and he has been craving it all these years, and now he's reaching out through the waitress to me, to you, to your dad. Was this in a local restaurant?

Oh, Mike. You're not getting this.

This is huge. That's why you're all the way you are.

And you know what you have to do now, don't you?

You have to tell your father you love him.

Oh, my God.

Words are powerful, Mike.

If you say "I love you" to your dad, then he'll be able to say it back to you and then to your brother, and then you'll all just unlock, and you'll be able to talk to each other about this stuff, and then a floodgate will be opened and everything that you've ever wanted to say to each other will just come pouring out.

That sounds awful.

Mike.

Not happening.

No. (Sighs)

(Lowered voice) The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Okay.

I know you and your brother have h trouble in the past.

Maybe we could help each other out.

Does he have any weaknesses, vulnerabilities?

Bob, are you scared that my 9-year-old brother is gonna steal your girlfriend?

So allergies maybe?

(Sighs)

Sue: Ooh, if we play football after dinner, I call dad on my team. Mm-hmm.

When you and uncle Rusty were kids, did you used to play football on Thanksgiving?

Uh... you know, I guess we did.

It was just so long ago. Did we, Russ?

Well, I remember we played, uh, poker after dinner and, uh, we'd use peanuts for chips, and, uh, before you knew it, your dad and I would be shoving peanuts way up our nose, and then we'd... we'd sh**t them out at the TV.

He was really good at it. (Both laugh)

The last time we were together on Thanksgiving, your mother was alive.

(TV playing indistinctly)

All right. Ahem.

Okay. I'm gonna...

I'm going to...

Uh... whew. Okay. Ahem.

I am, uh, gonna get the ball rollin'.

And here I go.

Uh... just gonna say it.

Ahem.

I love you, dad.

And I love you, Mike.

And... and I love you, Sue.

I love you, too, mom. And I love you, Brick.

Love you, mom. And I love you, Axl.

Got it.

Anybody else wanna chime in, go ahead.

Love you, Axl. Love you, Brick.

Love you, Sue. Love you, Axl.

Yeah, yeah. I kinda love you, Brick and Sue.

(Sobs) Oh, my God. I just love you so much.

I... (Sobs and sniffles)

(Tops sniffling)

I love you, miss Gibbs.

I love you, Brick.

I loved d*ck Peterson, but he was a black man... (Door closes)

So it was forbidden. It was a different time, just a different time.

(TV playing indistinctly)

These mashed potatoes are sure something else.

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Well, who would've thought "I love you" would turn out to be the biggest wet blanket ever thrown over a Thanksgiving dinner?

But then two hours later, the colts won...

Yes! What a comeback! Oh! How about that?

(Cheering) And what we couldn't solve in five days...

(Turns off TV) Peon Manning solved in five seconds.

Well, I appreciate the hospitality these past few days, but I'd best be getting back to my place.

Well, at least, uh, let me drive ya, you know?

You probably shouldn't be driving yourself.

Well, if you're gonna drive me there, might as well stay the night.

Yeah, I could pitch my tent in the yard.

Well, if you're gonna pitch your tent, you might as well come inside.

Well, if I come inside, I might as well, uh, move some stuff around in your place, you know, fix you some meals, and, uh, till you get rid of the Walker.

Okay. Suit yourself.

Yeah. Suits me.

So long, Mike.

Dad. Been good seeing ya.

Thanks for the meal.

You're welcome, big Mike.

Take care.

Be careful.

(Dog barking in distance)

Wow. Has that ever happened before?

No, and I hope it never happens again.

Okay, this may be the best Thanksgiving we've ever had.

(Sighs) It was horrible, and I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

Come on!

It was incredibly moving.

Did you... oh... thank God I spoke up, 'cause I knew your brother was crying out for help, and then when you opened the gate and the love was just pouring through...

(Crying) From you to your dad to your brother, I just thought that that was...

Okay. All right. You're gettin' a little cry-y again here.

Remember, cry first, then talk.

(Babbling)