Servant

Good morning, George.

- - Where's George?

He left.

He did? When?

Last night.

Well, he must have gone for Jericho.

He'll be back in time for lunch, I'm sure.

Did you say your father is bringing someone?

What?

To lunch. I thought you said your dad was bringing a date.

Uh... yes. Kourtney, with a "K".

We don't have to do this.

Yes, we do.

Jericho needs his family today.

It's his first Christmas.

So that's me, you, Julian, Frank,

Kourtney with a "K", and Leanne?

Yes, of course, Leanne.

We should also set a place for George as well.

Okay, so that's seven.

Then I better do his brother.

Good.

We'll show them a perfect Turner Christmas.

They can't just take him back.

Well, apparently Sean sees it differently.

And given Dorothy's somewhat tender mental state,

asking too many questions will be inadvisable.

I mean, it's taken Herculean efforts

just to stop her from involving the cops.

This is why we have contracts.

What have I always taught you?

Oral agreements are only as good as the paper they're written on.

I don't understand. They have a baby or don't they?

Not that it's any of your business, Kourtney,

but they did, once upon a time.

Wait, but whose baby are they waiting for tonight?

Jesus, keep up!

They had a baby, then they had a fake baby,

then it was replaced with a real baby

and now it's a fake baby again.

But this time, Dorothy knows,

and she's expecting the Wisconsin yeti

to arrive with a real baby any minute.

You follow, Kourtney?

No.

Just try not to blow your top, Kourtney.

We're hanging on by a thread.

Merry fucking Christmas, one and all.

- - All right. Nice and easy.

Let the show begin.

Careful, Julian.

Hello. Come in out of the cold. Ooh, is it snowing?

Mm-hmm.

- Hello. - Mm, you're too thin, sweetheart.

And this, right here, is Kourtney. Kourtney, Dorothy.

Dorothy Turner, 8 News.

I'm a big fan.

Aren't you sweet?

Your guests have arrived.

The best thing about being the cook is...

no one cares if you hide.

She thinks he's coming back today, Sean.

Your uncle made it seem like there was a chance.

My uncle left.

He's not coming back.

You don't know that.

Look at my hand, he healed it.

He wants to help us.

My uncle isn't like me.

- He's not gonna break the rules. - Why not?

What are the rules?

Explain them to me. I... I want to understand.

Please.

Leanne, I feel like... we're running out of time.

What will Dorothy do if he doesn't come back today?

Yeah, so the Pinot Gris, followed by the Malbec,

followed by the sweet, sweet Riesling.

Malbec with goose?

She said she'd follow him

if there was a chance there's something else.

Dorothy wouldn't be so stupid.

I don't know anymore. I can't predict her.

We gotta be prepared in case things don't go as we expect today.

"As we expect"?

You don't seriously believe that man

is gonna bring your son back today.

There's evidence. The note. Roscoe.

What he said to Dorothy yesterday. It's possible.

Jesus, Sean.

I'm starting to feel like the only sane fucking one in this family.

Well, if no one else is going to...

Ah. The banquet is complete.

- I would just like to say... - Nothing.

- Okay. - Remember how we agreed you'd say nothing?

Well, I'd like to say something.

I would like to thank God

that we are all here today with each other.

To be together.

This beautiful home with more food

than we can feasibly consume.

These... La Bonnotte potatoes are flown in at $300 a pound.

We are very fortunate.

And we all know it.

And perhaps we don't deserve to ask for anything more,

but something is missing.

So please, take it all away.

We don't deserve it. We don't need it.

Just bring us back what we lost.

Amen.

Thank you, darling. That was beautiful.

Yeah.

Shall we eat?

$300 for potatoes.

I'm sorry. What the fuck was that?

- Julian. - I'll repeat. What the fuck was that?

It was just a prayer.

Let's not blow this out of proportion.

I'm not blowing anything out of proportion.

I just didn't realize we invited the goddamn reverend to dinner.

Don't be so tense.

What's the harm in a little faith?

Belief can do wonders in the realm of pain.

Oh, pain? You never gave a fuck about my pain.

- Sorry, Dottie. - It's fine.

Let's just all eat, please.

Sean, this goose is delicious.

It really... melts in your mouth.

- Oh. - Yes.

Sean is a master.

Thank you, Kourtney.

Leanne, can I serve you some goose?

Oh, yes, please. I'd like to try some.

- Wonderful. -

- -

Did you hear that? That might be them.

Just get ready.

- Your phone is ringing. - I'm aware. Thank you.

All right, let's get you inside there.

So, Leanne, Frank tells me you're from Wisconsin.

Yes. Julian, could you please pass me the potatoes?

Will you all please excuse me?

May we be thankful for what I'm about to receive.

- Are you okay? -

Yeah.

Are you?

I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to act.

- How do people act after... - They don't.

Why won't you answer her calls?

Not tonight.

Juju, you're gonna miss your turn.

- What we did was a mistake. -

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I'm not.

I feel different now, Julian.

More powerful. It feels good.

I think it feels good for you too, doesn't it?

This isn't right. I'm not right in the head.

Then just let me take your pain away.

Like I did last night.

What are you doing, Leanne?

- What I want. -

Juju?

I should go.

Talking about playing games. So I decided to slip out.

- Lunch was nice. - Thank you.