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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

[RINGING]

Sugarbaker's.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Our designer's not in right now.

[VOICE SHAKING]
Could I be of any help?

Well, I know I don't sound
like it, but try me.

[SNIFFLES]

No, we're to the trade only.

Are you working
with a decorator?

Why don't you give me
your name and number

and we'll get back to you?
[SOBS]

Right. Thank you
for calling.

[SOBS]

You can't spend
your life crying

just 'cause
Mason's moving.

Well, I just don't understand
why he had to tell me this

right at Thanksgiving.

Well, call him up and
have him pay for a ticket to fly you to Tokyo.

Oh, Suzanne, I
couldn't accept a plane ticket

just 'cause
he feels guilty about moving away.

I wouldn't have
any integrity.

You know, sometimes I think
about stuff like that.

Then I just try and put it
right out of my mind.

Suzanne,

I don't want
to hurt your feelings,

but I just
don't think the day before Thanksgiving

is the time to
figure out how to cook.

Especially with your
mother bringing a friend

and Mary Jo
inviting J.D.

I mean,
these people are going to be expecting...

...food.

Are you wearing shoes
that tie?

No, why?

Well, it says here
I'm supposed to lace this thing up.

Hey, ladies,
how's it going?

Where's Julia and Mary Jo?

With a client.
Anthony, where have you been?

I've been trying to page
you in the truck.

We got all sorts of people
screaming to have stuff delivered by Thanksgiving.

Didn't your beeper
go off?

Well, yes, as a matter
of fact, it did, Charlene.

I was at a stoplight

parked next to a guy in
a Mercedes convertible

talking on a car phone,

so I asked him
if I could borrow it.

He said if it was
all right with me,

he would rather
that I didn't.

[SCOFFS] Can you
believe those guys?

I mean, who do they
think they fooling?

They're not talking
about nothing on those phones.

They're saying stuff like,

"Yeah, Phil,
would you go into my office immediately

and staple everything
on my desk together?"

I just want to know

If you
delivered those drapes to Tommy Thompson.

Of course I did.

Do I look like somebody
who is not responsible?

Well, he called
and you weren't there.

I don't want
to hear this.

I mean, I don't like going out
to the dude's house.

I am trying
to hang the drapes.

And he keeps coming in
every five minutes with his friend.

"Look at him, Richard.

Doesn't he have
the strongest shoulders you've ever seen?"

And then,
when I'm leaving,

he starts
following me, saying,

"Anthony,
are you sure you can't stay for a cocktail?"

[SCOFFS]
Don't cocktail me.

This is not
my first time in dodge.

Well, I just hope you
didn't insult him.

Hey, I was nice
to the man.

I just don't like
the way he talks about Julia.

He's always
saying stuff like,

"She doesn't
know anything

about the decorating
business.

She just
thinks she knows."

Oh, he's just jealous.

He and his partner tried
and started their own design house.

Yeah, if we don't know
anything, how come he's such a good customer?

I don't know.

But if he don't
watch his mouth,

he's gonna
be a gone customer.

Anthony!

Hey, why are you
so cranky?

Her boyfriend's moving away.

You mean the big dude
who weighs 300 pounds?

That's him.
He's moving to Tokyo.

Has Tokyo been notified?

All right. I'm gone.

Got to take a sofa
back over there.

You know, the place
is looking real nice.

I really want to
thank you all for inviting me tomorrow.

Well, you said you didn't have
anyplace else to go.

Well, yeah, I could have
gone over to my parole officer's house,

but that's kind of grim,
you know?

He always
makes me feel like,

"Use the wrong fork,
go to prison."

Look, Mary Jo,
all that I'm saying is

I'm not paying
one red cent on that ticket!

And if I have to,
I will take it

all the way to
the Supreme Court!

What happened?

We're on our way to the bank
to make that deposit, right?

But the car breaks down.

So while they're
working on it,

Julia decides
that we should walk to the bank

and make our drive-through
deposit on foot

because the inside
of the bank doesn't open until 10:00.

Sounds reasonable
to me.

Thank you, Charlene.

Anybody care
for a homemade roll?

JULIA: No!

So, there we are standing

in the drive-through line.

When we pull up,
so to speak,

to the glass window,

the guy refuses
to accept our deposit

because we're not
inside a vehicle.

That's ridiculous.

So Julia commandeers
the back seat

of the woman's car
behind us

and starts yelling for
this woman to drive us through the drive-through!

And then the bank manager

makes Julia get out
of the woman's car,

and then the police come.

Need I say more?

Well, Julia, if you're not
going to pay the ticket,

what's your defense
going to be?

My defense is that

when I attempted to use
that drive-through window,

I was, indeed,
inside a vehicle.

The vessel in which I have
chosen to go through life,

my body.

Oh, Julia,
don't be ridiculous.

No judge is going
to believe that.

If you'd
gotten to choose,

you would have selected
a much newer model.

Suzanne, you know, I
am not in a good mood,

so if you would like
to pursue this line of thought,

I will be perfectly happy
to get my late husband's elephant gun

and blow you
and your homemade buns on out of here.

Okay.

What now?

Nothing. You just
had a little flour

on your license plate.

Everything
looks so pretty.

Since Ted
has the kids,

I just don't think I
could have stood

sitting
at home alone.

It's the first
Thanksgiving

I've ever spent
without him.

Oh, I miss Mason
and my family, too.

Of course, at our house,
it was kind of a zoo

with 11 kids
at Thanksgiving.

What was it like having a
hillbilly Thanks Giving?

Did you have turkey?

No. Possum.

Daddy killed it,
Mama stuffed it,

then at the table
we'd all have a big food fight.

Then afterwards
we'd widdle sticks

and sit on the front porch
pickin' our tea.

Okay, okay, I was just asking.

Well, you're always just asking.

I mean I curse the day
I ever told you we had an out-house.

Suzanne, is there anything
I can do to help you?

Well, yeah.
You could butter those rolls for me.

They are a little bit hard.
You'll have to use your electric carving knife.

Hello! Anybody home?

Mother,
what are you doing here?

We were going
to come pick you up.

Suzanne,
as slow as you are,

we could
go on life support

before you
ever got there.

Bernice, this is
my daughter Suzanne.

Oh, yes.
How do you do?

Mother,
you little stinker,

you're an hour
ahead of schedule.

Oh, that's all right.
Here.

Now I picked up
your paper.

Oh, Bernice and I can
take care of ourselves,

just put a couple of
daiquiris in the blender.

I'm sure I know you
from somewhere.

I don't think so.

Oh, yes, I do.

You're from America,
aren't you?

Well, yes,
I guess I am.

A little arterial flow
problem above the neck.

Mother.

It's okay. Bernice knows.

We don't pretend,
do we, love?

Oh, hello, darling.

[CHUCKLES]

How are you, Perky?

Oh!

Bernice, this is
Mary Jo Shively.

She's a decorator,
and isn't she cute?

Oh, my, yes.

We are just
so honored that you could join us today.

Isn't she cute?

Oh, my, yes.

Hi, Perky.

Oh, darling.

Here. Let me give you
a big hug.

I didn't even
see you over there.

I was just
waiting my turn.

Hello, Mrs. Clifton.
I'm Charlene Frazier.

Uh-huh. Very fine.

JULIA: Well, I think, uh,

the only
people we're waiting on now

are Anthony
and Mary Jo's friend J.D.

Anthony?

Well, isn't that
the black fella

who installed
my carpeting?

Yes, it is.

Oh, well, that's fine.
I like him.

He had a way about him.

I don't believe this.

What are you
talking about, Julia?

Tommy Thompson.

Don't tell me,

all these years
we thought he was gay. Now he's getting married?

Not married.

Buried.

What?

"He was found dead
in his home

about 4:30 yesterday
afternoon.

Authorities
refuse to comment

on the exact
cause of death,

but the coroner's
initial report

is expected
to reveal foul play."

Well, that's
just incredible.

Y'all don't
think that...

What?

Anthony.

Our Anthony?

Well, he
was over there twice yesterday.

Yeah, and he was mad
at Tommy for insulting you.

But Tommy always insulted me.

We insulted each other.

I mean, I never
liked him very much,

but it was always
just a joke.

Well, Anthony
wasn't laughing.

He told Tommy
if he didn't watch his mouth,

he'd be one
gone customer.

You don't think...

Well, he has
been in prison.

And you know how
he's always telling us

he'll kill people
for us.

Remember that time
I was mad at Mason?

Yeah. He said he'd
charge you by the pound.

Well, I just don't
believe this.

I've gone
to so much trouble

to make everything
so perfect,

and now we're
having a murderer for Thanksgiving dinner.

All right.

The important thing
is to not jump to any conclusions here.

I mean, we don't
have any proof that Anthony's done anything.

That's right. I mean,

being in prison
isn't a crime.

Is it?

I just know he did it.
He looks guilty.

Oh, Suzanne, everybody
looks guilty to you.

It's all my fault.

I never should
have talked Julia

Into giving him a job
in the first place.

Well, Charlene, I hate
to say I told you so,

but I was
never comfortable hiring someone

who listed his hobby
as trying random codes

at automated teller
machines.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[GASPS] I just heard
his car door slam.

What are we gonna do?

We're not going to do
anything. We'll pretend nothing is wrong.

And then,
when he goes home, we'll decide.

All right.
Well, act normal. Act normal.

Ladies.

Hi!
Hi!

I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh, it's
all right.

You're
not late.

Yeah, in fact,
you've still got time to kill.

Have you still got
more errands to run?

No. I've run all
my errands.

And that man
at the liquor store was completely uncouth.

To me, it is
just so off-putting

when someone
accuses you of trying to pass a five as a 50.

How are you,
Mrs. Sugarbaker?

How are you, Anthony?

This is my friend
Bernice Clifton.

How do you do?

Well,
I'm alive.

I just want to say

that it is
indeed a pleasure

spending Thanksgiving
with all you lovely ladies.

In fact, I feel
as if I have died

and gone to
white man's heaven.

I'm sorry. It's just that
I get so carried away

when on holiday.

Please, allow me
to fill your glasses

from the private reserve
of Anthony Bouvier.

Yes, indeed, this is
going to be a Thanksgiving to remember.

Anyone care
for a homemade roll?

No, thank you.
No, thank you.

Well, all I can say
is this is a fine meal.

This maroon dish here
is especially tasty.

Suzanne,
what is it?

Canned beets.

ANTHONY:
Is that so?

Well, I never
would have guessed it.

They're very flavorful.

Well, I just
can't understand

what's happened to J.D.

If he doesn't show up,
I'll take care of him.

Oh, no.
That's okay, really.

I'm not mad at him.

He's probably been
in a car wreck.

I don't understand why
that turkey's so tough.

Well, are you okay
now, Mrs. Clifton?

I think so.

Well, let's
just be thankful

that Anthony here remembered
the Heimlich maneuver.

Oh. My pleasure.

I had to
use it a lot

during my
unfortunate incarceration.

If you don't mind my asking,
Anthony, what were you in for?

I really don't
want to talk about that.

I understand.

Anyway, you
see this ring?

When I was in prison,

two different guys
tried to steal it by swallowing it,

but they didn't
figure on old Anthony

knowing how to make it
come back up. [CHUCKLES]

[CLEARS THROAT]
I'm sorry.

That was a horribly
vulgar story,

and I could slap
my mouth for telling it.

Well, anyway,
enough about me.

What about
you lovely ladies?

Well, actually,
Anthony,

we are thinking
of moving to Montana.

Montana? Why in heaven's name
would you want to do that?

Well, we want to see
the wide-open spaces

and ride the range.

Maybe at the end
of a long day,

have a cigarette
by the campfire.

Get serious, Mother.

Camping out for you
is staying in a hotel

where they don't put
a mint on your pillow at night.

Bernice and I are sick and tired
of playing bingo every night.

That's right. They hired
this recreation director

and that's all he ever does.

I-47,

G-29,

N-60,

O-62,

I-19...

Bernice!

They get the picture.

This is you in 30 years.

And we're especially tired

of that music
they play all day long.

What does it mean?

Someone left the cake
out in the rain.

[ANTHONY LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES] That's so good,
but I like that.

I'm glad.

Please don't kill me.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

I'll get it.
It's probably J.D.

Oh, Perky,
I just remembered.

Tonight is Thursday.

I don't want
to miss Bing Cosby.

Excuse me, Mrs. Clifton,

but I think
you mean Bill Cosby.

Is he black?

Yes, he is,

and Bing Crosby
is white and dead.

Isn't that amazing?

And he does so well
in the ratings.

I like to watch the Cos

because he's a wonderful
role model for blacks.

My goal is to
finish high school,

get my degree
in medicine,

and completely stop
using the word "be"

as a verb.

That was J.D.

He was sorry
he couldn't make it,

but he's having
a little problem with his ex-wife.

What's the trouble?

She doesn't want
to be his ex-wife.

You want Ol' Anthony
to have a little talk with them?

Let me give
your address.

Mary Jo!

I don't know
what's come over me?

Oh, Suzanne,
the dinner was so filling.

Why don't we
just skip the pie?

It's okay, you don't
have to make any more excuses

for not eating.

My pie burned up.

Okay, everybody.
Make a wish.

Well, this is
some Thanksgiving.

And I can't believe
you all are sitting around

drinking coffee
and drying dishes

while a murderer
lies asleep on our sofa.

Let's just be thankful
for the private reserve

of Anthony Bouvier.

Anyway, Suzanne, we don't
know that he's a murderer.

Well, when
are we going to find out?

Well, I'm certainly
not gonna ask him.

I say we
call the police.

And I think it is
just terrible

what you all
are considering.

Now, I do not believe
that that young man killed anybody,

and even if he did,

he was defending
your honor.

Mother, where
are your principles?

Oh, Julia, sometimes
your principles

are too high falutin'.

Her father and I
could never keep any servants.

She was always
liberating them.

Suzanne,
on the other hand,

used them to run
her lemonade stands.

Yeah, well,
it's a good thing.

I wasn't any better
at making lemonade

than I am at cooking.

Oh, my darling,

you should
have come to me for advice.

I could
have told you

that cooking
is not for you.

You were born
for bigger things.

Like what?

Like when I used
to take you to the park

when you were
about two years old.

Everybody used
to come up and say,

"Oh, my, what
a beautiful little girl.

Whatever will she be?"

I used to stand up
very tall and say,

"Why, the center of
attention, of course."

You always used
to say to me,

"Julia, being yourself
is way overrated.

Be whoever you
darn well want to be."

I used to like that one.

Then how come you
quit talking to me?

Well, I do talk to you.

I call you all the time.

Yes, but now you
ask me dumb things,

like what did
I have for lunch,

and did I
take my medicine?

And it all started

when I moved
into that blasted retirement home,

and both of you
started treating me

like an old person.

Is that why
you're talking about moving to Montana,

because
you're mad at us?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Julia, I'm not
moving to Montana.

Well, we never know
with you, Mother.

Oh, I just like getting
you two stirred up.

That center
of attention thing,

you know
that's hereditary.

Have we been ignoring
you that much?

Yes, you have,

and I have spent
a good deal of time

thinking about
the best way to punish you.

Julia, a police car
just pulled up out front.

They're here
for Anthony.

Everybody
just stay calm.

It is not our place
to pass judgment

on Anthony's
innocence or guilt. [DOORBELL RINGS]

We just answer
the questions yes or no,

and remember,
this is a black man

with a prison record.

His life
is in our hands.

He's on the sofa.

Julia!

Well, I'm sorry. We cannot
harbor a fugitive forever.

However, I do want to
go on record to say that I don't think he did it.

Did what?

Whatever you think
he did. He didn't.

And even if he did,
he did it for us.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I can explain.

I'm not sure,
but I think this man

has been
holding us hostage.

Bernice! That's not true.

Oh.

Okay.

I don't know why,

but I've always
hated waking up

with white people
pointing at me

and a police officer
standing beside them.

You wanna tell me what
this is all about?

The Thompson murder.

Isn't Anthony a suspect?

Lady,
I don't even know who Anthony is.

Oh! Where are
my manners? I'm sorry.

Officer, this is
Anthony Bouvier.

That's all right.

We'll meet
some other time.

You're talking
about the Tommy Thompson case.

Oh! His business
partner

made a full confession
this morning.

Then why are
you here?

Oh, to, uh, return
this earring.

My partner said
that one of you lost it

in a squad car yesterday
during an altercation

at a bank.

Oh, Anthony,
we just feel terrible.

I wish you'd take
some more of that turkey for your dog.

Hey, man. I don't want
any more of that turkey. I like my dog.

Anthony,
we are so sorry.

We promise we'll
make it up to you.

Yeah, don't worry
about it.

Ladies...

[CHUCKLES]
What can I say?

It's been
a fine afternoon.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Thanks again
for turning me in for murder.

Happy
Thanksgiving, Anthony.

Happy Thanksgiving.
Bye.

Well, Mother,
you were right about Anthony.

You're always right
about everything.

Yeah,
even about me not cooking.

Oh, darling, I'm not
saying don't cook.

I'm just saying stick
to the maroon dishes.

We love you, Mother.

We're going to
do better by you.

Family and friends
are everything,

aren't they, Perky?

Oh, Bernice,
you can say that again.

Family and friends
are everything,

aren't they, Perky?

Yes, they are, love.

Isn't it a funny thing?

We spend most of our lives
worrying about things

that don't amount
to a hill of beans,

and then we spend
the last five years

worrying about
the same things

as when we were babies.

Trying to get people
to pay attention to us,

wanting grownup food,

hoping for better toys,

and waiting for
our mother and father to come get us.

So we can all be
together again.

That's beautiful.

Just remember.

Inside we're all young.

That's right.

Every old person, you see,
is somebody's baby.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Well, happy
Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving
to you, too, girls.

You've been
so sweet to me,

I'd like to give you
a little piece of advice

that has held me
in good stead through the years.

We'd love to hear that.
What is it?

Always remember

when the sun has gone
behind the clouds,

when everything has lost
its silver lining,

when things look
their absolute darkest...

...cover your head
with your coat.

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