Chieftain. Theresa brings the turkey carcass over to Ben, saying that Jerome has offered to cut more meat. Ben says that Jerome can either drink, or use the electric knife, and Theresa cracks up. She heads for the kitchen, and Jack rolls up, commenting to Ben that he and Theresa make a good team. Ben, pouring another glass of wine, says that he's pretty drunk, so he's just going to be honest. Jack slurs that he's pretty drunk too, so he may not remember what Ben tells him anyway. Thus encouraged, an only slightly Dean Martinized Ben blurts, "I'm still in love with her." Theresa comes into view behind them in the kitchen doorway as Jack asks if that's why Ben didn't go to Seattle for the holiday, and Ben soulfully says, "I don't want her to be alone." Theresa looks up sharply at this, because it's TV, and therefore she didn't hear the first thing Ben said. Anyway, Jack says that he's a stubborn ass. "Yeah?" says Ben conversationally. Hee. Jack says that he let "a pretty amazing woman" (eh) walk out of his life. "You finally read it," says Ben softly. Jack, looking like he's about to cry, says he did: "She got me, you know? I mean, I didn't have to say everything to her for her to get me." Also, Jack, you're not nearly as complex as you think you are. Jack adds that he's probably just being sentimental because it's Thanksgiving, but fellow softie Ben isn't letting him shrug it off, and hands over a sheet of paper with Marin's cell-phone number on it, ordering Jack, "Call her." Jack might actually be too drunk to remember how to use a phone.

Diner. Marin's still making her list, and is up to late-night Chinese food and Off Off Broadway among New York's pros. Marin recalls, "Rocky!" "The movie?" asks Jane. Marin actually means the raccoon, and as Jane snips that a raccoon can't be a pro, we hear Marin's cell phone buzzing (though Marin herself does not). Oh, the pitfalls of choosing too quiet a ringtone!

Chieftain. Jack's on a pay phone, leaving Marin a message: "Hey, Marin. It's Jack. Uh. I read it. And I'm sorry. I've been, uh, trying to stop thinking about you, but I can't. And I think I might be a little bit drunk. And I think I might be falling in love with you. Anyway. Happy Thanksgiving, Coach." Oh, boy. I hope Marin's not standing in the street when she listens to that, because she's liable to lose her panties down a subway grate.

Inn. Buzz announces that he wants to say something: it's been a crazy month, but he's thankful for Mai, for understanding, and for his "great son, Patrick." His other son can go to hell, I guess. Mai is thankful for her "crazy old man," and for her stepson. Celia is thankful that she did something good with her life: "And that would be you -- Patrick!" And Patrick is thankful for "his new family." The four of them clink glasses as Annie looks on sadly, and then Patrick notices her -- once again, just a moment too late -- and desperately adds, "And Annie! I'm thankful for Annie." Annie smiles tightly, clinks with Patrick, and considers stealing the wine bottle and running off into the night.