EXT. A COLORADO CABIN, THANKSGIVING DAY

An SUV slowly winds up a snow covered mountain road. As the vehicle begins to crest the final rise, it loses traction and the sound of wheels spinning and slush splattering echo throughout the trees. After a minute of unsuccessful attempts to free the vehicle, the motor hums in neutral and two back doors open. An older couple exits, the man carrying a large rolling suitcase (which will not now roll) and a woman balancing a large foil-covered dish in her hands with a handbag in the crook of her elbow.

With careful and decisive steps, the couple slowly makes their way 400 feet to the lone cabin at the end of the road. Reaching the porch of the structure first, the man sets down the luggage and turns back to escort his partner. He can see her breathing is labored and notices the steam-like exhales from her mouth are becoming more shallow. As he nears her, the SUV comes unstuck down the road with a boom from the tailpipe. The woman loses her footing and drops the dish but is caught by the man before she falls to her knees. A snow drift passes through, temporarily blinding the exhausted seniors, the cold air cutting through their light coats, reminding them that they were not expecting such a disasterous day. The man waves off the  fallen dish, puts his arm over the woman to protect her from the cold, and, together, they scoot their way to the porch. Reaching the steps, the man removes his arm and lowers his companion to a rocking chair next to the porch swing.

Mike Shanahan: Well, I think that will be the first and last time I ever use a Uber, Peggy.

PEGGY looks up at MIKE with defeated eyes before returning her stare to the casserole dish face down in the snow.

Mike: Look, we’re only late by…uh….SIX HOURS?! Oh jeez. Damn flight delays. Guests are going to be here in two hours and we’ve got nothing done. Shit, with your hot dish on the ground we’ve got less than nothing done! You know what, this might be alright. I saw a Chinese place a ways back. Maybe the phones are up and we can get some delivery before —

— Door Flies Open —

Kyle Shanahan: All the dinner is taken care of, Mom and Dad. I got the bird in the oven, potatoes boiling on the stove, stuffing in the pan, and have mom’s recipe for a casserole started but I need her to take over for the final steps because she’s the best at getting those golden brown edges. Oh, I’m sorry — Happy Thanksgiving! Now let’s get you two inside out of the cold.

Mike: Kyle, guess you couldn’t be bothered to put on something appropriate for the occasion?

Kyle: Oh pops, you old so-and-so! Get in here! I got a Stella Artois in the fridge with your name on it. And don’t worry about the clothing. This is just what I wear when stuffing dates. I’ll change into my holiday best shortly.

Mike: You….you did all this? I’m impressed.

Kyle: Shucks. Thanks Dad. You know, we only get together every other year and, with the great meal mom put together in 2017, I just thought this was my opportunity to return the favor. Making no mention, of course, that I do this while holding down a 10-1 schedule. That’s good for the one-seed and a bye.

Mike: Well, your mother wanted to go back to Florida and see her brother again but, I’ll tell you, there shouldn’t be any palm trees at Thanksgiving. I can handle alternating years but I think there’s just something about Thanksgiving here at the family cabin in the mountains, you know?

Kyle: HAHAHA! Palm trees! You’re hilarious, pops. Listen, I’m on kind of a tight cooking schedule here so if you want to just grab that brewski and head to the living room, I got the game on for ya.

Mike: Hey is that game your week 6 49ers versus Rams matchup?

Kyle: Oh funny. Yeah. I dunno. Guess it is. Pretty sure I had it on the ESPN Classics channel. Who knows though?

— Door Flies Open —

Sean McVay: Evening everyone. Sorry I’m late. Some stupid Tahoe was stuck just down the road there. Had to pull him out with my H1. Yeah, that’s right, I drive the big one.

Mike: Sean! How are you doing, my boy?!

Sean: Mike, good to see you sir. Happy Thanksgiving and thank you for having me to your cabin again. Gotta admit, I was thinking about Peggy’s corn on the cobb last year while enjoying a cafeteria thanksgiving dinner tray in our film room.

Kyle: Well mom can roast a mean corn. Why don’t you join my dad on the coach there and see what’s on the tv?

Sean: Oh I actually was going to see….are any of the other guests?

Kyle: You’re in luck, Sean. No one else is here to see you looking all disheveled. Where’s your suit?

Mike: Kyle! Show some manners to our guest!

Sean: Oh man, it’s been a chore. My flight got bumped and then delayed and then I got to DIA — and I knew this was going to happen — my luggage didn’t get transferred so, I don’t know, they’re looking for it. But yeah — so I’ve got this to wear and only my Surface Pro laptop that I carried on with me.

Kyle: Oh wow. That’s really too bad. Hey though, I think you were down to bring the pie. I hope you were able to pick one up. No pie would probably ruin Thanksgiving, huh dad?

Mike: Oh jeez no. Poor guy. This Thanksgiving travel is terrible. Your poor mom dropped her dish. Sean couldn’t bring his pie. It’s

— Door Flies Open —

Jenna Bush Hager: Hi everyone! Happy Thanksgiving!

Kyle: Oh well, hello there Jenna. Welcome. I’ve just been preparing so much —

Jenna: Hi again, Sean. Long time no see.

Sean: Yeah….too long. How have you been?

Jenna: I, uh….yeah. It’s…it’s been a while. I’m good. I’m good.

Mike: Jenna! Welcome honey! Did you by chance meet up with Krystal? Peggy is so excited to see our daughter.

Jenna: Oh no. I thought she was here already. I’ll text her.

Mike: So Coach McVay, how about you step in the kitchen here and have a beer with me? It’s piss beer but you’re always good company to talk football with. You can tell me about how your season is going.

Sean: Thanks for the offer, Mike. It’s a tough one. Definitely got the Super Bowl hangover going but maybe you could offer me some tips? Let me hit the head and I’ll see you in there for a little coaches sesh.

Kyle: Not sure he should feel too bad. 6-5 would have Sean tied for first in the East.

Mike: You know these two Super Bowl rings? Took me FIVE tries to get them. So, I know a few things about being the first loser.

Jenna: I don’t think second place is first loser, I think it’s like being a silver medalist. No one judges Michael Phelps for not getting all golds. I mean, wow, just to make the Super Bowl is a big accomplishment. I’d love to hear about what a Super Bowl is like. Must be a…..wild ride.

Kyle: Pffff….the NFL is a “what have you done for me lately” league, Jenna. Live in the now.

Mike: Kyle! Show some respect. It’s Thanksgiving, we don’t know where your sister is, your mother is going to blame me for that casserole on the ground outside because we’re not down in Florida, while Jenna and Coach McVay were nice enough to join us for the holiday. And what do I see you doing? Standing around sounding bitter for Sean’s successes?

Kyle: Well actually, Dad, I finished cooking the entire dinner on my own. Hey everybody! I know there’s no pie but I wanted to let you all know we’ll be ready to eat soon! We have turkey, stuffing, gravy, yams, cranberry sauce, biscuits, green beans, scalloped corn, ambrosia, and, of course, sweet potato bake! 10 items — one for each 49ers victory, so far. I’m doing it all! I’m coaching. I’m cooking. I even hung the lights so we can start the Christmas season after dinner when it gets dark.

Jenna: Oh goodness, Krystal just texted me. She’s still stuck in Florida. Says they’re letting planes in but she can’t find a flight out.

Mike: Peggy is going to be so upset to hear this. I’ll go talk to her. Kyle — no more snide remarks.

MIKE exits the room, leaving just KYLE and JENNA. She is facing out the window, framed to KYLE a soft form surrounded by gentle snow flakes falling outisde a frosted window.

Kyle: You know, that’s right. No more snide remarks, Jenna. No more games. No more will-they-or-won’t-they. It’s time that I lay it on the line. I can’t go through these two-year absences where we lose touch. And I don’t want Krystal to be the reason we see each other; I want us to be the reason. I stand here looking at you with the winter backdrop and I am enamored. I feel like a schoolboy again. A schoolboy who desperately wants to make sweet, sweet love to you. Who needs to know if what I feel is real and — oh Jenna, even if this is just a winter fling we owe it to ourselves to find out!

JENNA slowly turns around, her blank gaze straight down at her phone while her thumbs attack the screen like a swarm of attacking bees.

Jenna: Huh? Sorry. I….was….I was seeing if Krystal wanted us to go there. What’s that now that you were saying.

Kyle: I was…

MIKE rushes into the room with SEAN in tow, PEGGY excitedly wrapped around his arm.

Mike: Your mother wants to go to Florida. John Elway owes me a favor and he’s lining us up a plane to Florida to see Kyrstal but we gotta go right now. I know we all traveled here but, look, this is a bust, right? We can all admit that. Plus she’s got the kids there and, you know, we’re a bunch of adults. The holidays is about the children.

Kyle: What about palm trees and Thanksgiving in the family cabin? What about the dinner here that is ready?

Sean: There’s no pie. No one wants any of this without pie.

Mike: Alright! Everyone in the H1!

Kyle: Excuse me! But I’m afraid I cannot just leave like this! This is Thanksgiving! This is a time of bringing people together. Of magic. And I need to game prep after dinner! I made all the effort of being here early to provide this meal and everyone is just going to fly to fucking Sarasota.

Mike: Language!

Sean: It’s all good. Only got four seats available after all the luggage.

Jenna: But even without Kyle, we have five.

Sean: I know….you’re on my lap, doll.

The group turns and shuffles out the door. Kyle watches from the doorway as the yellow automobile roars to life. He turns back and calls on his Amazon Alexa before watching the Hummer power down the mountain.

Kyle: I fucking KNEW this was going to happen! Fucking knew it! You know what? That’s fine. That’s fine. I’ll show them. I’ll show them all! You just wait and see. You’ll all see!

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