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♪

Ah, needs more salt.

What are you doing?

You're supposed to throw it over your left shoulder.

-No, it's the right shoulder.

-Don't be ridiculous.

How can you ward off evil spirits

with your right shoulder?

-I know a lot about evil spirits and it's the right.

-Ow!

-Oh, God! I'm sorry!

-See? If it had been the left.

-Is this roux as thick as a roux should be?

-It's pronounced "roux."

-Yeah, that's what I said, "roux."

-No, "roux."

-We're saying the same thing. Roux.

-Roux. Roux. -Roux. Roux.

-Roux. -Roux...

-Roux! - Roux.

-Roux.

JAY: Oh, I found an ice pack.

-Oh... I am so sorry about that.

Honestly, you don't have to come.

-Come where? -You have work.

And, oh, only one eye.

Just stay home. Relax.

-Are you sure you don't want me to come?

'Cause I'm... I'm ready to go.

-I love you.

That is why I don't want you to come.

-Come where?

-Okay, I'm gonna have a lie down.

-Yeah, yeah, lie down.

-Go where?

What are you making so many potatoes for, anyway?

-Um...

♪

[doorbell rings]

-Hi, Dad.

-Elizabeth. -Elizabitch.

FERN: My own daughter. How could you?

-You were divorced before he met her.

-So? He's still an asshole.

-Let me see the ring.

-Rosh Hashana is about forgiveness.

-Well, I don't forgive you.

BENJAMIN: Come on inside.

-Is this a temporary ring?

-My Jude. He's my favourite. -I know.

-Oh, no, Benny, no, sorry, not like that.

Like that.

-I gotta see this.

-We're outta here by 8:30, right?

-Tops.

-Where's Jay? -I gave him a hall pass.

-I don't think that means what you think it means.

-Where's Mia?

-I didn't want to subject her to this.

EMMY: Oh, uh...

-What's that?

-Expensive glasses. They're Mom's.

-I don't want them. You keep them.

-Just take your dead mom's champagne flutes, fuck!

-I love them. Thank you.

-Hey, we're outta here by 8:30, right?

-Tops.

-Where's Andrew?

-Oh... oh, I would never subject him to this.

I love him. What the fuck?

-Did you bring dead mums?

-Yeah.

[Emmy chuckles]

-Happy Rosh Hashana.

[distant, dreamlike laughter]

-Okay, you got it.

-Shana Tova, darlings!

[laughs]

-What's with the orange?

-Yeah, Mom, isn't Rosh Hashana about apples?

-Uh, this symbolizes women.

-An orange? -Yes.

-Right.

-The Rabbi said that a woman belongs in religion

like an orange belongs on the seder plate...

-Mm-hm, but it's not Passover.

-Feminism is for all time. -Alright, alright.

[all talking at once]

-A symbol that expands beyond women.

-Alright! Can we start already?

-It's not just about women. -Jude? Jude?

-♪ Baruch atah Adonai, ♪

♪ Eloheinu Melech haolam ♪

♪ Borei p'ri hagafen. ♪

♪ Baruch atah Adonai... ♪

-Don't touch him when he's doing that.

Just let him do it.

-What? -Let him do it by himself.

He's not a teddy bear!

-It's making me uncomfortable. I'm sorry.

-We know you like him.

-It's a prayer to God! Stop it!

[all talking at once]

- ♪ ...aloheynu Melech haolam, ♪

♪ Asher kidishunu ba mitzvotav... ♪

-Beautiful, Jude, beautiful!

[all talking at once]

-I cannot, I'm sorry...

-I'm sorry you didn't--

-...your father is such an asshole!

-I'm sorry your mother's such a--

ALL: [loudly] Amen!

-Hey, okay, can we eat now? -Very nice, very nice.

-No brisket for you, Emmy?

-I'm a vegetarian, Dad.

BENJAMIN: Really?

-For three years now. -Oh.

Elizabeth has worked so hard.

Couldn't you just put a little, small piece on your plate?

-Don't bother. It's dry.

BENJAMIN: It's delicious, sweetheart.

I love the rosemary.

ELIZABETH: It's actually thyme. But thank you, darling.

-You know what, my brisket was to die for.

I basted it in juice. That's the trick.

Everyone loved my brisket.

-The potatoes are so good, Em.

-So good.

FERN: Ah... are those my crispy lemony potatoes

you've made for them?

Unbelievable.

-They're straight out of the Ruth Reichl cookbook.

-Where do you think I got my recipe from?

-So they're Ruth's potatoes. -No, they're mine.

I made them. And that is my dish.

My grandmother smuggled that dish

straight out of Auschwitz.

-Really, Mom? Really?

-Yes!

-This dish? She took this dish to Auschwitz?

It's pretty fragile to survive a death camp.

-Okay, those are my potatoes. I made them.

My dish.

-Here, you want it? Take it.

-Oh, thank you. Mmm?

-No, too salty for me, hun.

FERN: [chuckles]

Oh, I saw this documentary on Anne Frank

and I want you all to know that I would hide most of you.

-Okay, that's, uh... that's okay, Mom.

We all know how you'd Sophie's Choice this table.

-I'd save Jude.

-You can't just save one. Why are you picking one?

-I'd take-- -Let's eat!

-Ohh! Emmy spills, always!

-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay!

-And there it is, the first "sorry" of the night!

Okay, who's takin' bets? What do we got, five tonight?

Ten? -It's just water!

COLE: I'll take ten. Ohhh!

-Sorry! Sorry. I'm sorry!

JUDE: Ohhh! That's six.

Who had six sorries in under an hour?

-Oh, yeah, six shots everyone.

-My self-esteem issues are not a drinking game.

BENJAMIN: How's work, Jude?

-Fine?

-Cole?

-Fine.

-Emmy?

-Fine, I guess.

I...

I'm on vacation.

-Oh! -Are you going away?

-It's more of a staycation, I guess.

To grieve.

-Mm.

I was listening to a podcast the other day.

Do you know about these?

-Podcasts?

-Yeah, yeah, I think we've heard of...

SIBLINGS: Podcasts.

-Well, I was listening to one the other day--

-A podcast?

BENJAMIN: That's enough now.

-Anyway, and they said, Emmy,

that millennials are just perpetually unhappy with work.

-Is Emmy a millennial?

COLE: Okay, what are X-ennials?

-It's "zennial."

-No, no, no, that's Gen Z and millennial.

-No, it's an X, but it's like "xylophone"; it's a zed sound.

-No, anyway, Emmy, I just wanted to say

you're not alone.

-Cool.

-And I think it's remarkable

that you're trying to carve out a career for yourself

especially seeing as how your mother's only job

was getting manicures.

-Dad.

-I was the CEO of the house.

How do you think he worked the hours that he did?

Who do you think washed his underwear?

Made all the lunches?

Stayed home with the kids when they had chicken pox?

All three at the same time!

I raised three children.

Mm-hm.

Two doctors. And a, a, a...

-A lawyer.

-And everyone loved my brisket!

-These are my mom's potatoes.

-Mm-hm. -And this dish?

It's from Auschwitz.

[coughs]

-I'm-- I'm sorry?

-Auschwitz! You heard of it?

My great-grandmother smuggled it out.

-Oh, your mother loved to tell people that.

Your great-grandmother escaped before the war.

-Ah! Well, that's lucky.

-It was her cousins who died there.

Who wants dessert?

-I do, I do.

-Do you guys remember? -Auschwitz?

-Mom's lemony potatoes?

-Crispy lemony potatoes!

- Crispy lemony potatoes.

And she used to baste her brisket in...

what was it... fruit juice?

-Apple and cranberry!

-She was such a good cook, wasn't she, Dad?

You loved her brisket.

Do you remember her brisket, Dad? And her--

FERN & EMMY: Crispy lemony potatoes?

-Hey, remember when Mom set off the smoke alarm

and the fire department had to show up?

-Very sensitive detector.

-She made them stay for dinner.

FEN: I didn't have to make them stay.

They smelled my very moist brisket

and they all wanted some.

-Well, your mother was, uh...

something.

-I guess I take after her.

-She certainly was known for her outbursts.

-And he was certainly known for being an asshole.

-And you were certainly known for...

[clears throat]

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

-That was seven and eight.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

-Hey.

-Oh... -Oh my gosh.

-Thank you. -You look cold.

[both sigh]

-You know, it's just not the same without her.

How-- how am I supposed to be the matriarch?

-Oh...

I don't think anyone's thinking of you as a matriarch.

-We don't do anything to honour her.

We don't even do the Terry Fox Run.

JUDE: Hey. What's up?

-Uh, Emmy's upset we don't do the Terry Fox Run.

-Isn't that a...

Isn't that a different kind of cancer?

-What kind of cancer did Terry have?

-Leg? Leg... cancer?

-We don't even know what kind of cancer Terry Fox had!

-I don't think Mom cares if we do the Terry Fox Run.

-What if she does care?

What if she can't rest because we don't--

-Wanna walk a 5k together?

-I think the Terry Fox Run is 10K.

-I'm pretty sure there's a 5k option.

-You're saying that because you don't think we can run 10k?

-Emmy can run 10K. -Hmm. Well...

-Okay, whatever!

We could still do something like...

like a moment of silence.

-What, now? -Yep. Get up.

Get up. We're doing a moment of silence.

-We're doing a moment of silence.

-Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here.

Hands.

-Alright. -Hands, hands.

EMMY: Close your eyes. Nice.

-Uh, yeah, I don't think that was it.

JUDE: Well...

I mean, I do donate a large sum of money

to the Cancer Society every year.

-Yeah, and I visit Mom's grave on Mother's Day, so...

-What the fuck? You do?! Why didn't you tell me that?

-It doesn't matter.

You gotta live your own life, Em.

She's not here.

-Yeah, I know she's not here. It's just... Elizabitch!

-Da, da, da, da, dee, da, da-dy, daddy.

-What was that about Elizabeth?

-We were just saying how much we love her Eliza-brisket.

-I would like you kids to come inside.

Elizabeth has made a cake.

-I brought the cake, Dad. -What kind?

-Mom's honey cake. -Ooh, with the orange glaze?

-Mm-hm. -Does it have cinnamon?

Elizabeth is allergic to cinnamon.

-Oh yeah. Shit.

-But Jude, you know, worked so hard,

it would be nice if she just put a little bit on her plate.

-You kids. Honestly.

-Dad.

Do you think Mom loved me?

-How could you ask such a thing?

-But do you?

-Come inside.

♪

-I'm sorry your dad-- -Yeah, I'm sorry your dad.

JUDE: Come on.

-Just... can you just give me a minute?

♪ I'm blistering beneath the heat... ♪

[sighs]

♪

♪ And I miss you... ♪

[sighs]

♪ Yeah, I miss you ♪

♪ It's only been an hour or so ♪

♪ Or maybe just a day ago ♪

♪ The weeks are moving way too slow ♪

♪ I miss you... ♪

-It's true.

My grandmother got out before the war.

But your father's still an asshole.

-[laughs]

-I'll have a piece of honey cake for you.

-Not too much.

There's a lot of butter in that recipe.

-Okay.

♪ I feel like hell, I look like trash ♪

♪ I miss you... ♪

[Fern sighs]

EMMY: I know you want a piece.

FERN: Mmm.

But I have self control.

-Who wants a piece of my world-famous honey cake?

Don't have too much.

COLE: Oh my God, I haven't had this in like four years?

How the hell has it been four years?

JUDE: Been a long time.

Don't you know you could just make it yourself?

COLE: You make it? JUDE: Absolutely.

ELIZABETH: I made it.

COLE: Yeah? JUDE: Not this one.

COLE: You've made this? ELIZABETH: One like it.

COLE: Nice.

-Mmm.

COLE: It is so good.

-It's perfect.

JUDE: How much can you eat in one bite?

-Okay... Okay, let's do it.

JUDE: Let's do it, let's do it.

-You're goin' for it? One, two, three.

♪ I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I love you... ♪