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Woman: Hello, everyone,

and welcome to 34th Street in New York,

where we are live, celebrating another cherished tradition --

the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

What a thrill it was to look back

at those images of parades past,

and our amazing heritage continues this morning.

We have a fantastic lineup -- balloons, floats,

with music and stars that you know and love. [Ringing]

Send it to voicemail.

Man: I don't know if you remember, but when I was a kid...

Please. Shekinah: Okay.

Man: ...5th Avenue and 34th Street all day long.

But this year, we've got new balloons... [Ringing]

Send it to voicemail.

Thank you, Shekinah,. Shekinah: Mm-hmm.

You're the best. I know.

Man: Santa Claus will be bringing up the rear.

We're looking forward to seeing him,

but, of course, that's two or three hours away.

We've got so much lined up for you people, so stay --

[Indistinct talking]

Woman: Their property values have just exploded,

which is why I'm super excited about this next project.

Well, we know one thing, it might sound high --

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[Device chimes]

Lloyd: Peace, fam. Remember King?

King was my second pitbull, 'cause y'all remember Queen,

my first pitbull, she had the HPV,

and that shit would flare up when she got on her period.

[Device chimes]

Man, she was all fucked up.

Then she got hit with that self-driving...

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Man.

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So, yeah, then I -- then I got King, right?

And -- And -- And it was all good for a while.

Man, I loved that dog.

Y'all remember King going back to the --

the videos in the beginning of my channel, right?

Yeah. So --

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So, yeah, he got the cancer, man.

And...

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Yeah, man, that -- that fucked me up when he passed.

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So, uh, I buried King out here.

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This, uh --

This my King's shrine right here.

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Yeah.

I miss you, baby.

[Barking]

Ah.

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[Lighter clicks]

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[Lighter clicks]

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[Lighter clicks]

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[Exhales deeply]

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[Ringing]

Answer it, Shekinah.

'Sup?

Redd: Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving, man.

Damn, you sound dead. You alright?

Nigga, I'm blazed. What's up?

You coming through?

Nah. I don't think so.

What you mean you don't think so?

You not gonna eat?

Yeah, I'm just gonna make my mom's broccoli casserole,

like I always do.

That'll be my day.

By yourself? Hold up.

Yo, man -- Fuck.

He said he not coming.

Georgia: Hey, Demascus!

Hey, Ms. Wilson.

Don't you "Ms. Wilson" me.

You better get your ass over here and get some food.

James: Leave that boy alone, Georgia.

If he don't wanna come, leave him be.

Am I talking to you?

When you coming through, man?

I'm just not feeling it this year.

Thanksgiving feels more racist somehow,

so, you know, I-I'mma call you later.

Just -- Just be with the fam.

You are the fam, D.

Yeah, I know. It's...

Alright. Whatever. I'll call you later.

Oh, Redd, you don't have to, like, keep calling me back.

I don't have to?

Yeah, like, you don't have to, like, hunt me down.

I can see that you called, you know?

So why don't you pick up?

I'm just saying that, like, if I don't, if I c--

I shouldn't hunt you down. Yes.

If I didn't hunt you down, we would never speak, my nigga.

Yeah. Yeah, man. You -- You right.

I'm terrible at keeping in touch.

I'll call you. Whatever.

A'ight.

[Device chimes]

Shekinah, turn off notifications.

Matter of fact, um, put me in stealth mode.

Shekinah: [Whispers] Okay.

[Device beeps]

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[Indistinct conversations]

[Ringing]

I'll take it. Demascus?

Demascus: Hey, Dr. B. Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving to you. Is everything alright?

No. No, I'm good. Sorry to bother you.

Oh, thanks, Auntie. Wha-- Wha-- Wha--

Ow!

Where are you? With friends?

No. I just, uh...

I wanted -- needed to tethur.

Just feeling a little off, you know?

But I left it in your office.

I'm a little concerned about you being alone today.

No, I'm good.

I just needed to get my Tethur.

I know it's a holiday, but is there any way

I can get into your office? [Beeping]

Yeah, I can, uh, let you in remotely from here.

I appreciate you, Dr. B.

Okay, but if you start to spiral down,

you, uh -- you call me back, okay?

I will. Holidays can make people feel very weird.

[Cellphone beeps]

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[Beeping, whirs]

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[Sighs]

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[Beeping]

Redd: Yeah, I know. Why would he say that?

Hey, babe.

Yeah, he just walked in. Yo.

Hey. Oh, my God. Thank you so much.

"Hey, Demascus". Hey, Ms. Wilson.

Mm.

He says hey.

Yeah.

Well, yeah, you -- Well, you gave that to me last week.

Yeah, I need to make the cornbread.

Mom, I really need you to start taking your ginkgo.

Be-- Because it's good for your memory, that's why.

I keep telling you that.

Yes, I'm gonna remember.

I'm gonna bring it. Damn. [Beeping]

Okay. Yeah. Alright. Two hours.

About. Alright.

Bye.

Goodness gracious.

I hate it when you cuss at your mother

like you're an entitled white boy.

It's that damn skillet. She's so serious about it.

Yeah, I can see that.

Um, so we need to make this cornbread.

When is Uncle Forty getting here?

Uh, Shane is gonna pick him up,

and then they'll meet us at your parents' place.

Okay.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no. What?

No, no, no. What?

Shit.

You put it in the dishwasher? I --

It had egg on it, and I didn't feel like scrubbing.

I didn't -- Baby, everybody knows

you don't put the skillet in the dishwasher. Jesus Christ.

How do you not know that?

Okay, so what do I do? What do I do a-about that?

She's gonna kill me.

Baby, it's a skillet.

No, D, D, you don't understand.

Fuck.

I cracked the damn skillet, and we don't got no cornbread.

Okay, okay. Okay. Okay.

Hey, hey, hello, hello, Redford?

Hello? Yeah.

It's just cornbread. We'll be fine, okay?

We'll pick one up on the way.

It's organic. It'll taste better.

Problem solved.

What are we gonna do about the skillet?

I put it in the dishwasher.

Yeah? Yeah.

Really?

Yes.

Look, if she's really gonna disown you

or whatever over a skillet,

then yes, I will take the heat gladly, alright?

You're good.

I got you.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Thank you.

I love you.

What's up with your hair?

Are you serious?

You going like that? Whatever.

I love you, D. Yeah.

You my rock. Maybe I don't tell you enough.

You don't.

Hello?

Anybody home? Oh, my God. Happy Thanksgiving!

Beautiful.

I love it. Yes.

Wait, wait, wait. Oh, it is so nice to meet you.

Miss Lady, how do you do?

[Chuckles]

Oh. Oh!

Those little boots are cute.

Oh. These are cute, right?

I'm actually getting a whole line together. Yeah.

It's gonna be, like, ethically sourced but still kinda thotty.

Ah. [Laughs]

An entrepreneur. I'm impressed.

Redd: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Uncle Forty: What's wrong with him?

[Indistinct talking]

It's fine, it's fine.

Is he touched?

He's tapped in.

I don't get it, either.

Newman is gone.

Broadcasting everything all the time, day and night.

How many people he got watching him now?

About 2,000.

Signs and wonders.

This is odd.

Redford?

Why is this cornbread square and my skillet is round?

It's organic.

What does that have to do with anything?

Speak up.

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[Gasps]

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[Gasps] Oh, my God!

-Get her head. -Lift her up.

-Yeah, get her torso. -I got her.

-You got her, her got her? -Go get some water.

-Shaena, get some water. -Keep her head.

Oh, my God, oh, my God. No, stop moving her head.

-Mom! -Relax!

[Dog barking in distance]

[Georgia slurps]

I put the skillet in the dishwasher.

I'm sorry, Ms. Wilson.

I didn't know.

Demascus.

Demascus.

In 1826, in Owl's Creek, Alabama,

there was a Black man by the name

of Abraham Elijah Mingo Nantucket,

and he was acquired by the Hugan family as their slave

because of his prodigious skills as a blacksmith,

a trade that was in short supply in Owl's Creek at that time.

That man

was my children's

great-great-great-great grandfather.

At the command of his master, the villain Hugan,

he forged a new skillet for use in the big house's kitchen.

Now, he served the Hugans for another 23 years before dying,

after he had sired six children,

and the skillet remained with his middle child, Lillian,

when she settled in Baltimore after the Civil War.

That skillet stayed in the family

for the rest of the 19th century.

It was even with my beloved grandfather,

who fought in a colored regiment of the United States Army

in that vicious Battle of Saipan, June 1944.

It remained a tool of sustenance for us

for the rest of the 20th century,

until it became mine when I first learned to cook.

It has been in this family for 200 years,

through unimaginable trials and tribulations,

centuries of seasoning in that black metal

forged by Abraham Elijah Mingo Nantucket,

like a sorcerer with his bare hands,

until today, until this Thanksgiving.

Demascus.

Everybody knows -- everybody --

you don't put the skillet in the fucking dishwasher!

I-I-I don't know what to say.

I am so -- I am so sorry.

The boy's obviously sorry, Georgia.

Give him a break. Oh, yes. Sorry.

What? For ruining the cornbread? Fuck him.

Mom. It was a stupid mistake.

Yes, it was a stupid fucking mistake.

Miss Lady, with all due respect,

my nephew made a terrible mistake,

and he apologized for it.

Now, as patriarch of this side of the family,

I'm not just gonna sit here and let you unduly curse his name.

Sir, you are a guest.

Yeah, you ain't gonna speak to my wife that way.

My man, this don't concern you.

This is between me and your wife,

you libelously cursed my nephew --

-U-Unc, it's fine. -No. No, damn it, it ain't.

Now, you curse in my house one more time, you hear me?

Curse in your house?

Look at your wife with her filthy-ass mouth.

I'll smack flames out your ass, Pops.

Pops? Nigga, you got one foot in the grave!

I'm 'bout to put the other foot in your ass.

Look, don't have me come and pimp-slap you

over there, motherfucker.

[Indistinct shouting]

Stop. Dad.

[Shouting continues]

We don't gotta be fighting on the white people's holiday! Shh, shh. Shh.

Fuck with me. Shit.

Why don't we just use some tinfoil?

On the bottom.

In fashion, when there's a hole in the garment, patch it up.

Exactly. Yeah, this'll work.

Promise.

I just wanted to have a nice Thanksgiving for once.

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Hey, I'm so-- What the fuck?

You didn't tell me that it was some Holy Grail family heirloom

from, like, the Louisiana Purchase or whatever.

I wouldn't have said shit. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. What the fuck?

And now she hates me?

Look, just keep playing along, okay, and it'll be totally fine.

She'll forget about it at some point.

She forgets everything. She doesn't take her gingko.

At some point?

What are you doing to me?

The woman clearly remembers every fucking thing ever.

I'm -- I'm just trying to help you, Redford.

I know. I know.

Hmm.

You are really fucking trying me, Redd.

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[Sighs]

[Sighs]

["Que Sera Sera" plays]

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♪ When I was just a little girl ♪

♪ I asked my mother, what will I be? ♪

♪ Will I be pretty?

♪ Will I be rich?

♪ Here's what she said to me

[Timer buzzes]

[Clears throat]

This shit does not taste like slavery.

What an absurd thing to say, Mom.

Thanksgiving is canceled.

-What do you mean? -It's canceled.

Please sit down. What are you doing? Trying to make a wonderful family event.

-No, Mom. Give me the -- -Destroyed my fucking skillet.

No. It's all over. It's --

Hey, give me that. Thanksgiving is canceled.

I hope all of your followers or fans got that one.

And you, fashion designer, just a stupid idea.

-God dog it, I'm just so -- -You ain't taking my plate.

You ain't taking my plate. You get the fuck outta here.

-You ignoramus. -Yeah, yeah.

And you better not say a word.

I don't know how you put up with that shit.

My grandfather's turning over in his grave!

[Dishes clattering]

I told you you shouldn't have

put the skillet in the dishwasher.

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[Breathes deeply]

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[Football game plays on TV]

James: Demascus.

Come here a second.

Uncle Forty?

I thought you was gonna smack flames out his ass.

Football brings niggas together.

Mr. Wilson, I'm -- I'm so sorry about --

Y'all gonna get married?

Get married?

I was wondering the same thing.

Oh. Oh, me -- me and Redd?

I-I don't know.

I mean, I haven't really thought about it.

I mean, like, I thought about it,

but I haven't really thought about it, you know?

It's --

I know you were covering for Redd.

Uh -- Uh, w-what do you mean, I was covering?

Demascus, just listen and let the man speak.

The skillet.

That goddamn skillet.

Now, you don't have to say anything.

I know.

But I gotta say, I respect it.

You doing that for him.

I love my son, but I also know him.

He triflin', okay?

That's just who he is.

He always gonna need someone to clean up his shit,

somebody to throw under the bus.

So you gotta ask yourself, do you really want to do this

for the rest of your life?

But on the other hand, as I was telling James here,

you also gotta respect one motherfucker

who could so easily hustle another motherfucker.

Not a bad quality to have in a life partner.

What I'm saying is, what's the alternative?

You end up alone.

Pride and name intact, yeah.

But alone.

All alone.

So alone that you skeev Thanksgiving off your nephew

who you barely even talk to.

[Scoffs]

We just trying to put you on game, youngblood.

[Insects chirping]

[Sighs]

Hey. Hey.

Where's Shaena?

Oh, she had to take Uncle Forty home.

He started crying. [Chuckles]

Um, thank you, for --

I mean, things could have got really bad for me.

So thank you.

Plus, I'm gonna stick around and smooth it over,

and I'll see you at home.

Okay.

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[Vehicle approaches]

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See you later.

Bye.

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[Sighs]

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[Exhales deeply]

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[Grunts softly] [Beeping]

[Whirring]

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[Sighs]

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[Doorbell rings]

Hey. Sorry, man. Dude, where the hell you been?

Sorry, uh, phone's been off.

All day?

Hey, Mr. Wilson.

-Mom! -Good to see you, young man.

-Oh. -Happy Thanksgiving.

Where have you been?

Food's all packed up. But you missed Dyanne.

Yeah, I'm so sorry I-I'm late.

I just got, uh, tied up.

-Yeah. -What you got there?

Oh. Um...

And my mom's casserole.

-Ooh. -Anybody still hungry?

[Lighter clicks]

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[Exhales deeply]

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Yo. Yo.

Did you go to your mom's grave today?

Nah.

What?

Just trying to figure out why you want to be by yourself

instead of with friends.

Not that deep, man.

You taking this hella personal.

You know?

It is personal. We persons.

We persons?

How's therapy working out for you?

Therapy? What you know about my therapy?

Budhi told Dyanne you were going, and she told me.

Keep that between us, though.

Yeah, I wouldn't want to betray a confidence, right?

Hey.

Are we friends?

Is that a trick question?

Are we friends?

Yeah. Yeah, we friends.

The fuck?

'Cause you don't act like it, D.

You blew off Dyanne's birthday party.

I needed you there. Bruh, it's Dyanne, and I told you that I had work.

And you nearly blew off Thanksgiving.

I'm here, bruh.

You got shamed into being here.

I had to shame you into coming.

You a shameful motherfucker. That's why you here, D.

You fuckin' up my high, man. For real.

Nigga --

You don't see I'm just trying to help and shit, D?

Bruh, I don't need help. I never asked for help.

I don't want help, okay? I'm -- I'm fine.

So why you in therapy if you don't need help?

Oh, my God.

I'm -- I'm just out here by myself, man.

I-I'm not trying to bother nobody or nothing.

How come you never told me about that, therapy?

Maybe it's none of your business.

I don't know, Redd. Maybe I don't trust you.

I-I don't know, Redd.

Whoa.

You don't trust me?

No.

That's -- That's -- That's not it, man.

It's -- You're not -- Nah, nah, nah, nah.

I'm -- No. No. No, no, no, no.

My shit. I'm always -- Don't backpedal.

Don't backpedal on that shit, bro.

You said that shit. You don't trust me.

That's real. That's real shit, D.

Some real insightful shit. But you know what?

I don't think you took it far enough.

I don't think you trust anybody.

Now, how about that?

I'm trying, man. I'm really trying.

Are you, though?

Really?

Yes, bruh.

Are y'all just gonna stand out there?

The food is hot.

Fam.

The fuck, man.

Hey, call Budhi, man.

[Inhales sharply]

[Clattering in distance]

[Sighs]

[Cellphone beeps]

Try my cornbread. It's delicious.

I used Aunt Lily's recipe.

Mmm.

It tastes like slavery.

Mm. Ooh, and this casserole is good.

Did you make it?

Hmm? Uh, yeah.

It's, uh, my mom's recipe, so, you know, credit goes to her.

Well, shout-out to Miss Therease. Hey. Hey.

She was my girl.

-You good? -Oh, yeah.

-Alright? -I'm good.

Ate a lot.

Georgia: Here you go.

Yo. You out?

Redd: Yeah, gotta go pick up Roshanna.

Okay.

-There you go. -Thank you.

Uh, no.

You have to say what you're thankful for.

We say that every year.

[Chuckles]

["Young Hearts Run Free" plays]

♪♪

♪ Oh, young hearts

♪ Run free

♪ Never be hung up

♪ Hung up like my man and me

♪ My man and me

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♪ Ooh, young hearts

♪ To yourself be true

♪ Don't be no fool when love really don't love you ♪

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♪ Don't love you