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This isn't easy,

and I vacillated
about telling you...

...but I don't want to keep
any more secrets.

What kind of secrets?

It's about your dad.

Vernon's having an affair.

[laughs]

My dad? An affair?

'Fraid so.

As a psychiatrist,

I know better
than to say this, but

you have lost your mind.

Next, you'll tell me
that Mother is running

a meth lab in the east wing.

-There's more than just...
-More what?

Absurdities in this fantasy

you cooked up
in your guilty conscience?

The woman he was seen with
is Sharon Winger.

The Articulette?

One of Mother's oldest friends?
Her sister?

She would never.
He would never.

Okay, well, supposedly he has.

Look, I know
this is hard to hear,

but your parents don't have
the storybook marriage

you thought they did.

Come and sit with me,
sweetheart.

What is it, darling?

I have some bad news.

Did something happen
with one of our girls?

No.

-It's Martin.
-No, sweetheart,
everyone is fine.

This concerns me.

I did have
a doctor's appointment today,

but it wasn't for my hearing.

Doctor Ahn was giving me
the results of another test.

What kind of test?

Vernon, my love...

I've been diagnosed
with breast cancer.

Cancer?

♪ ♪

[both laughing]

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. I think I'm seeing stars,

and I don't mean
the Christmas kind.

Tantric yoga.

Mm, okay,
so that explains the...

Yeah.

And whatever the hell
you did with your, uh...

Oh, yeah,
that's my signature move.

Well, namaste to that.

More like nama-nasty.

BILL:
Hey. What are you doing?

Just fixing my
hard-working husband a drink.

Hmm.

Real whiskey instead of
that God-awful herbal tea

you've been forcing on me.
What's the occasion?

Can't a wife just take care
of her husband?

Mm. Yeah, this is just
your way of trying to get

your Christmas presents early.

-Guilty as charged.
-Mm-hmm.

Well, you know
I don't negotiate

with emotional extortionists,
not even the sexy ones.

So, you will just have to wait
until Christmas morning

like everybody else.

Actually, I've been thinking

we should start a new tradition.

Yeah? Like what?

We should wait to open our gifts
until we get to Saint Bart's.

I know that face.

-What face?
-Your Grinch face.

You're about to steal
all my Christmas joy.

I don't want to hear
any more excuses about

why we can't escape
this suffocating town.

My wardrobe's
already curated and packed.

Baby, I can still take you
to Saint Bart's,

we just need to postpone.

But we're supposed to be closing

on that gorgeous
beachfront house.

Yeah, well, the realtor called,

and the owners are backing
out of the deal.

Classic 11th-hour power move.

Okay, up the offer.
Double it if you have to.

No, no, baby, I don't think
it's gonna work this time.

You know, you can't put a price
on sentimentality.

-Have you tried?
-Yes, I did.

And, quite frankly, the
counteroffer I sent was obscene,

but these people,
I mean, they...

they're dug in like ticks.

It's their family home.
All right?

And apparently,
they want to pass it down.

But what about this family?

Babe, that was supposed to be
our dream home.

The place where we finally
start our lives together.

I know, I know, I know.

Look, we'll find
something better.

Okay? Something bigger,
more private.

A place where you may not need
those microscopic bikinis.

Stop with all
the empty promises.

Baby, come on.

No, you got down on one knee

and promise to move Heaven
and Earth to make me happy.

And I will. Okay? I will.

Man. Look...

you're my priority, baby. Okay?

My everything.

Look, w-we'll-we'll just
restart our hunt

for our slice of paradise

after we spend the holiday
with the family.

Just remember, the Duprees
aren't your family anymore.

I am.

I know it's an unusual request

for a man who usually
makes people's wishes disappear.

Yeah, the most cheerful thing
I say during the holidays

is, "Nothing personal."

And you want me to play
Old Saint Nick

and pass judgment
on who's naughty or nice?

Oh, we certainly know
which column you belong in.

Look who's talking.

Dad used to be
Mom's favorite Santa.

Honey, what
a wonderful surprise.

-What brings you home?
-Oh...

I just needed to grab my
snowboard before the ski trip,

so I-I thought I'd come by and,

you know,
wish you a happy holiday.

Oh, Joey.

So, you're the one
taking my dad's place.

My parents are still deeply,
madly in love with each other.

My father still opens car doors,
writes her love letters.

Even the strongest marriages
can falter.

Not my parents.

They made vows
that were meant to be kept,

not optional guidelines.

Look, you think
I wanted to bring you this?

Hurting you is never
my agenda, okay?

How considerate of you,

making sure that
I'm not blindsided

by more devastating family news.

-Again.
-Yeah, again.

Details.

Now.

Did you personally see them
in a compromising position?

Not personally, no.

-But I heard about the affair...
-Alleged affair.

Fine, alleged.

A eyewitness saw them
entering the Bowman Hotel.

Millions of people
conduct business in hotels.

That doesn't mean
they're sleeping together.

Daddy and Sharon were probably
just catching up over drinks.

This person also saw Vernon
entering Sharon's room.

Maybe Daddy was picking her up
for dinner,

wanted to be gentlemanly
by escorting her down.

This person also overheard them
say they didn't want to be

seen together because people
would get the wrong idea.

Quote, "Especially my wife,"
unquote.

Maybe they are planning
a surprise for mother.

-Maybe they...
-This person also

confronted Vernon
about what they saw.

I-I can't believe that
I'm actually entertaining this.

-What was his response?
-Didn't deny it.

-Nicole, look,
I am so sorry that this is...
-No.

This doesn't prove anything

other than how
incredibly sketchy you are.

-Me?
-Yes.

You keep saying "this person,"

like you're protecting
the Deep Throat whistleblower.

The messenger isn't as important
as the message.

I strongly disagree.

Who is it?

-Ted?
-Okay.

It was Dana.

I don't understand.

You said these tests were
just routine checkups,

that the results were better
than you'd expected,

that you were healthier
than you've ever been.

And that was true at the time,

but then, Doctor Ahn called and

said that my mammogram
showed an area of concern.

So she ordered an ultrasound,
and that revealed a lesion.

And then,
she scheduled a biopsy.

It's the only definitive way
to determine

if a suspicious area
of the breast is cancerous,

and in my case, it is.

These tests, this mammogram.

The ultrasound, biopsy.

Just how long have you
been dealing with this?

Oh, it all makes sense now.

That psychopath cooked up
this ridiculous story

about my father cheating--

with an Articulette, no less--

knowing that it would cut deep.

My God, this woman is still
playing the long game.

Look, I know Dana

is not exactly
the most reliable narrator.

She's got her issues,
true enough, but...

That is like saying
the Titanichad a leak.

The woman is unhinged.

But when she was
telling me this, she seemed...

genuine.

"Sherry" was genuine

when she was on
that hospital roof

pretending
she was ready to jump.

That woman is
a master manipulator

and a textbook sociopath.

You'll get no argument
from me there.

But what does she stand to gain
by making this up?

Everything.

She expects me to go
to my father and confront him,

send the family into chaos,
and ruin our holidays.

And she was counting on you
running over here,

like some white knight
ready to-to-to protect me

from another devastating
family situation.

She was counting on you
because she knows

you would do anything
to be my protector again.

That's not what this is.

What I know is,

just because our marriage
couldn't survive your betrayal,

doesn't mean
every marriage is broken.

My father is a better man
than that.

My father is
a better man than...

Than me.

You know what?

Maybe you're right about Dana.

I didn't want to stir up
any trouble.

Just...

thought you should know.

It's been a few days.

Days?

You've been dealing
with this for days?

That's why Sharon
and Tracy are in town.

You told them before me.

Sweetheart, there are moments
when a woman needs her sisters,

and Tracy has been down
this road with similar testing.

Hers turned out to be benign,
thank God, but...

I wasn't so lucky.

And she and Sharon were
a sounding board for me,

an oasis of comfort
in a storm of uncertainty.

A storm I should've been
weathering with you.

And that was my first thought,
of course, but...

then I considered what this
might do to you, and I just...

Do you think I'm weak?

Huh? That I can't handle
the truth?

No, baby,
that is not what it is at all.

Then why would you shut me out

of the most important battle
of your life?

You are the strongest man
I've ever known.

Then why protect me from this?

I kept praying it was nothing.

That it was just a false alarm.

I vowed to love you
in sickness and health,

-not just when you decide.
-I know.

Not just when you think
I can handle it.

I'm sorry, Vernon, but
I don't know how to do cancer.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you had
to sit in that

cold, sterile exam room

and hear
the word "cancer" alone.

Without your partner.

The man who's supposed
to catch you when you fall.

But that ends tonight.

I hear you. I do.

I am terrified at the thought
of losing you.

But this is not your battle
to fight alone.

It's ours.

And cancer picked the wrong
damn family to mess with.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What I meant was, I'm looking
forward to Christmas here

with my daughters, yes, but
more importantly with you, baby.

It'll be our first
as a married couple.

Aw. That arrangement
works out beautifully...

for Bill.

Come on, baby. You know I care
about your wants, too.

Do you?

When I leave this house,
I'm the pariah and treated like

I have some disease
that people are afraid to catch.

Do you really think
that I want to spend

my holiday being shunned?

Look, baby, I know things
have not been easy for you,

but you should've known that
there'd be fallout

when you chose to pursue
your best friend's father.

-When I decided to pursue?
-Hey.

-I'm simply stating the facts.
-Facts?

Oh, no, you pursued me.

Said Dani was more
a roommate than wife.

That you'd been sleepwalking,

just existing
until I came along.

All right, look, we can agree
to disagree on the details,

but the point is, Saint Bart's

will still be there
in the spring.

Hayley.

What? Hayley,
what are you doing?

Giving you a preview
of what it's like to miss me.

Don't wait up.

BILL:
But...

-Excuse me?
-You're taking my dad's place.

As Santa, you know,
for the holiday party.

Oh.

I-I-I tried booking
a professional Santa.

He cancelled last-minute.
Joey's my Hail Mary.

Oh, but you're always welcome
to don the beard.

Community service
looks good on a résumé.

Oh, no. Hard pass.

Fair enough. Have a seat.

So... how's everything
at school?

Well, uh, it was rough
for a while,

um, but, you know,
I-I got my head right.

I actually finished
the semester on the dean's list.

Takes real determination
to bounce back like that.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

Your father would be, too.

-Thanks, Mom.
-How's your sister?

You know, I think I should
leave you two to catch up.

Mother-son time is sacred.

We'll hash out the details
on the party later, and, uh...

Donnell, it's really good
to see you again.

Okay, now tell me.

What's wrong with your sister?

Oh, yeah. Cheers.

-Careful, careful.
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Perfect timing.

Sorry for showing up
unannounced.

I should've called.

Oh, please, you never have
to have a reason to stop by.

[mouth full]:
What's going on?

Do you think...

Daddy would ever cheat
on Mother?

BOTH:
No way.

Okay, uh, how about
I let you two ladies

talk and, um, I'll actually
go get some real dinner.

-Thanks, babe.
-Yeah. Good to see you.

Okay, what in the actual heck

put this insane thought
into your usually logical,

psychiatrist-trained brain,

and even more importantly,

why would you entertain it
for more than a microsecond?

They're not my suspicions.

Then where is this coming from?

Ted stopped by,
said he had important news

that I needed to know.

That Daddy is sleeping
with Sharon Winger.

[laughing]

Sorry.

This is a nice surprise,

catching you here
at the end of a long day.

I needed some
serious comfort food,

and this peach cobbler
is therapy in a bowl,

-you hear me?
-Oh, yeah?

-Mm-hmm.
-You know, I got to
get me some of that. I...

I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but, uh, this is the last piece.

This again?

All right, what's it gonna take?

Diamonds? Pearls?

A... mountain of cash?

Oh, you must be real desperate.

It's been a night.
What do you say?

Yeah, no bribery
between friends.

You're an angel, Shanice.

Speaking of winged beings,

how's that bird feeder
working out?

Oh, I am waiting for you
to come set that up.

I'm not going out there
so those flying demons

can come run up on me.

I can come by anytime you want.

Yeah, I figured it'd have
to wait till after the holidays.

You'll be tied up
with family stuff, right?

Well, actually, uh,
Martin and Kat are spending time

with the Duprees this year.

You know, different dynamic
with Nicole and I, so...

Right. But what about Eva?

We spent Thanksgiving together,

so she's gonna do Christmas
with her mother.

Mm.

So you'll be spending
Christmas alone?

Ah, it's fine.

Spend the day doing me,
for a change.

You know, uh,
watching football,

catching up on
some reading, you know,

just, uh, peace and quiet.

What do you mean you're booked
solid on spa appointments?

Unbelievable.

JOEY:
Cookie?

-Fresh from the oven.
-I'll pass.

I didn't invite you to sit,
Mr. Armstrong.

Oh, relax, Mrs. Hamilton.

We're just a couple
of high society misfits

making small talk.
What's the harm?

Did your husband happen
to mention our little chat?

Oh, you mean the one
where you tried

drafting him into politics?

He passed.

But are you interested?

Wait, are you asking me
to run for office?

I mean,
in Bill being a politician.

Bill already has
plenty of power.

I'm talking about real power.

The kind
you didn't know existed.

You see,

the wife of a politician
is the woman behind the throne.

The voice in his ear
when he's making major moves.

See, these women
don't attend galas.

They orchestrate them.

They decide which
Fortune 500 CEO

gets five minutes with the man
who writes their tax code.

Keep your distance.
There are people around.

Oh, but that's
the best part, Hayley.

You see, every woman in this
club who has ever put you down,

they'd see you in Vanity Fair

sitting with real power players.

And they would pray
that you would show them mercy

and give them...

the time of day.

Oh, you feel that? That rush?

You could have
that kind of power,

if you played your cards right.

And we both know that you are
exceptionally good at that.

[phone chimes]

Well, my husband needs me.

Mm.

Until next time.

First Lady Hamilton.

I prefer "queen."

Love you too, sweetie,
and be careful, no showing off

for those ski boys.

She looked good.

I-I still don't understand
why you had to scare me

by saying you needed
to talk in private.

The real is,

Deanna's been going through it
these past few months.

I mean, there'd be nights
I'd spend with her on FaceTime

until the sun came up because
she couldn't fall asleep.

-God...
-Sometimes,
she'd be crying for hours.

Why didn't you tell me?

She didn't want you
to worry about her

when you had
your own stuff going on.

Despite what she said,
I knew she was

keeping things bottled up.

Every time
I tried to talk to her

about your father,
she either changed the subject

or suddenly had to go.

Everybody grieves differently.

She told me she's still
seeing her therapist.

-Is that true?
-Oh, yeah, absolutely.

I mean, she's not alone, Mom,

and-and the ski trip,
it's-it's progress for her.

I'm grateful she's talking
to someone, even if it's not me.

Plus, she's got
her sorority sisters,

and I talk to her
pretty much every day.

If I ever see any red flags,

you'll be the first call.

I can't even begin
to tell you how proud I am

of the man you've become.

The way you've stepped up
for your sister.

You know,
I've been doing some thinking

since Dad passed.

I mean, finding out
he was living this double life

made me take a second look
on a lot of things

I thought I understood.

Whatever demons
your father had in him,

Doug was still
an incredible father.

I know.

I never questioned
if he loved us.

Good.

I questioned
you guys's marriage.

I need you to elaborate
on what you mean

by questioning our marriage.

When Deanna and I would come
home from college for break,

there was this shift
with you and Dad.

And it wasn't animosity,
more like...

indifference.

Your father and I had...

a complicated relationship.

I loved Doug.

But over the years, we evolved
into something more like...

...a close friendship.

Joey's playing much more than
just Santa to you, isn't he?

He's a friend
and business partner.

Come on, Mom.

I mean, you just told me you and
Dad were basically roommates.

This guy is clearly feeling you.

Don't you have more important
things to worry about

than your mother's love life?

Nope.

I want you to find someone
who lights you up again,

who makes you smile
the way you used to.

I appreciate you saying that.

But...

but the truth is, baby,
I'm still figuring it all out.

Uh, shouldn't you be somewhere
romancing that wife of yours?

Actually, I'm picking up dinner
for said wife.

TED:
Sorry about that.

Post-op patient has concerns

about her recovery timeline.

Nephew.

Uncle Ted.

Uh, I guess I'd better
head home. Big day tomorrow.

-This is for you to finish.
-Aw...

If you have a change
of heart about Christmas,

there's plenty of room at
my family's table. Just saying.

Okay.

-That was...
-Nothing to look into.

I had exactly the same reaction
when Ted told me.

The whole thing is preposterous.

Tracy and Sharon would not
be that bold,

and they value
their vocal cords.

So does Daddy.

Think he's gonna throw away
everything he has with Mother

for what? Some nostalgic fling?

-I want to agree with you.
-But?

I met with Mother
earlier this week,

and-and something was off.

She wasn't her usual
commanding self.

Damn.

Damn what?

I went over there a few days ago
to invite Mother and Daddy

out for lunch,
and Daddy was acting sketchy.

Working overtime
to get rid of me.

And then I go back
to discuss Christmas plans

with Mother and...

they were both
giving off weird vibes.

-In what way?
-It's hard to explain.

The energy was just off.

And then, Mother gets
all sentimental with me

and tells me I have to promise
to take care of Daddy

if anything happens to her.

Like if she discovers
he's been unfaithful

and decides she can't stay?

Eh, you're doing that thing.

What do you shrinks call it?
Projecting.

Do not patronize me
with my own terminology.

This is our family
we are talking about.

Well, if Daddy and Sharon
are really

hitting the high notes
together...

...there's one way to find out.

[phone buzzing]

Send it to voicemail.

We have to tell them
at some point.

Please, Vernon.

I'm not ready.

And I don't want
this Christmas to turn

into a funeral rehearsal.

[phone stops buzzing]

Sweetheart,
if this is my last Christmas...

Don't you dare talk that way.

Triple-negative breast cancer.

The doctors say
it's very aggressive.

And Black women are
at a higher risk of dying

from this kind of cancer.

Now, I'm not giving up,

but the odds are not
in my favor.

Do you remember
what the odds were when...

...of a Black girl
from Cabrini-Green

having the career you did?

Hmm?

Every time you walked
into one of those rooms,

a rehearsal hall,
a recording studio, a movie set,

on the stage
of one of those awards shows?

Smart money bet against you.

You've been beating impossible
odds your entire life.

And you'll beat this, too.

Yeah, but I lost more awards
than I won.

All those acceptance speeches
I rehearsed,

hoping for the best,
but preparing for the worst.

That's how
I handle disappointment.

If this holiday is it... Mm-mm.

I want to see them all year.

Our children, our grandchildren,

their children.

Filling every corner of this
house with joy and laughter.

I want to see all
their smiling faces worry-free.

I want this to be the best
damn Dupree Christmas ever.

If that's what
my lovely wife wants,

we'll make it happen.

JOEY:
I saw your son stepping out.

I hope all that family talk
didn't kill your appetite.

Sit.

About Santa... Now...

you know I have a reputation
to maintain.

I wasn't trying to use you as
some kind of Doug replacement.

I'm really in a bind.

All my escorts were booked,

otherwise, I would've
asked them first.

Makes sense.

Lot of lonely hearts
come Christmas.

I understand if you
don't want to make merry

and pass out presents.

I'll come up with something
different for this year.

So how did things go
with Donnell?

And what's up with Deanna?

She's better than expected.

Donnell's keeping an eye on her,

even doing daily check-ins.

Good man.
Takes after his mother.

You know what surprised me most?

He gave me his blessing
to move on with my life.

You don't say.

Said nobody expects me
to be alone forever,

and he wants me
to find that spark again.

Care to help?

You could wear the beard
and nothing else.

You don't look sick.

I may have told a little
white lie to get you home.

You faked a medical crisis?

What's next? You're gonna
fake your own death,

so I can come to your funeral?

Baby, I just needed you
to come back. Come here.

Come on.

I heard what
you were saying about,

you know, family traditions
and all that.

And about wanting
something that's ours,

so...

...I wanted to give you this.

-A deed to a house
in Saint Bart's?
-No.

It's something
I made as a little boy.

So, this was my mother's way
of reminding me

of the true meaning
of Christmas.

Every November,
we'd go through this list

and see how
I could implement each.

You know,
the share, care, and give,

that was for, you know,
things like family, community,

helping our elderly neighbor,
giving away clothes and toys

that I'd outgrown,
and the wish, that was for me.

You know, what I wanted.

But this year,
I'm changing things up.

And my wish...

My wish is that you realize that

my feelings and love
for you are sincere.

You're the only woman
I need in my life.

It's beautiful.

But...

I-I can't shake this feeling
that I'm still

getting your leftovers.

Well, I, um...

I never told Dani about this.

I find that hard to believe.

Yeah, no. No, I didn't.

You know, Dani knows about my

difficult relationship
with my father.

You know, and of course,
I talked about my mother,

but there are things that, um...

...things that happened.

That I don't discuss
or think about.

You know, this tradition
died with my mom.

And I buried it so deep,
I almost forgot that it existed.

Until I met you.

This is our new tradition.

Love you.

You remember those games
you used to drag my dad to do?

Do I?

My brother hated football

like it stole something
from him.

Always said he couldn't
understand the concept of

grown men chasing around a piece
of pigskin for three hours.

Yet, rain or shine,
he rarely missed a game.

Yeah.

But those Sunday afternoons,
man, they were...

they were sacred.

Two brothers bonding over

cheap beer, burnt nachos,
and half-smokes, of course.

He said those afternoons were
worth the ticket price alone,

even if the team wasn't.

I really miss him.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Yeah.

Which is, uh,
why I got you something.

Just picked those up.
Happy I ran into you.

Yeah. Yeah.

-Yeah, good seats, too, huh?
-Yeah.

Wow.

So what do you say?

Ready to carry on
a Richardson tradition?

You know it.

Merry Christmas, Uncle Ted.

Merry Christmas, neph.

Straight to voicemail again.

Maybe he's busy.
Maybe they're talking.

Maybe we should
march right over there.

-Stop.
-Our family could be imploding
as we speak.

I want answers
just as much as you do,

but we can't run over there
demanding a confession.

How are we supposed to handle
finding out that our father,

our moral compass,
might be cheating on our mother

with her best friend?

If something is going on...

...they'll tell us
when they're ready.

-It is Christmas.
-Exactly.

Can you imagine the hell
Mother would rain down

if we showed up tonight
hurling accusations?

She would be so disappointed.

And so would Daddy.

Disappointed that we thought
so little of him.

[crying softly]:
Oh, Anita.

Anita...

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