"happy turkey day." "yes!" "right out of the gate." "what?" "what's going on?" "we're playing boyle bingo, thanksgiving edition." "everyone filled out their cards with possible charles-related scenarios." "first to "bingo" get 100 bucks." "i had "boyle calls it 'turkey day'"" "in the center square." ""boyle explains that they ate lobsters at the first thanksgiving."" "they did." "back in that time, they called lobsters "ocean bugs."" "(jake) i think got the winning card here." "boyle tells us that he played pocahontas in his third-grade play." "all the girls were too big." "this is a fun one" ""boyle says, 'gobble, gobble, gobble.'"" "well, now that i know you want me to say that, i'll just say it with two gobbles." "gobble, gobble... gobble. god, it just sounds right that way." "ugh. i don't like this game." "ha! "boyle objects to boyle bingo."" "come on, guys." "boyle says, "come on, guys."" "that's two for terry." "well, guess what." "i can spoil your little game by sitting over here quietly all day and doing nothing." "oh!" "aah!" "anybody have "boyle falls on the floor?"" "no one?" "that's a victory for boyle." "boom!" "(all) boyle says, "boom!"" "[upbeat music]" "♪" "(jake) check it out, chair jockeys." "while you were busy tickling the ivories on your computers, i was doing a bust." "cocaine!" "thanks, lucius." "he ran, i pursued." "whole thing turned into an awesome car chase." "[tense music] aah." "nypd!" "[grunts] [tires screeching] come on!" "move, move!" "[horn honking] hey, there, criminal." "it's me, johnny law." "well, at least you're done early, so you have time to go home and change ugh. why do we have to dress up for thanksgiving." "i don't even celebrate that stuff." "the whole holiday is based on overeating." "we should be wearing velvet track suits and diapers." "jacket and tie." "rosa's even wearing her formal leather jacket." "it's the one without any blood on it." "you're gonna dress up, and you're gonna give a toast about what you're thankful for." "oh, i prefer not to prepare for my toasts." "i just wing 'em like scat jazz." "[imitates jazz] are we singing?" "no, no, no, no." "[singing opera] that's nice." "you don't have to-- [continues singing] [whispering] i'm not dressing up for your party." "[continues singing] damn it, boyle." "the door couldn't shut because of your empty pizza box." "pizza?" "please." "this is a butternut squash and truffle butter flatbread." "everything's spoiled." "my lunch is ruined-- my chicken, my potatoes, my pasta, my meatballs, ham, my yogurt." "oh, that's a lot of yogurt." "i love yogurt." "so this is your lunch for, like, the month?" "i need to eat 10,000 calories a day to maintain muscle mass." "my wife made me all of this before she left town with the kids." "that was everything in my fridge." "scully." "hey, sarge." "i know you got a secret stash of food hidden somewhere." "oh, no." "where is it?" "no, i don't." "is it in your pockets?" "oh, come on." "i'm gonna shake it out of your pockets." "turn around." "sarge." "[grunts] sarge!" "go limp, scully." "[grunts] this is fun." "release your sweets." "can i help you, santiago?" "oh, captain, i didn't expect to see you there." "in my office?" "so i just wanted to make sure that you knew about the thanksgiving dinner i'm hosting for the squad after work." "yes, i received your "save the date"" "decorative gourd, your ornamental cornucopia, and this beautiful handcrafted card of a turkey wearing a top hat." "it's a pilgrim's hat." "where's the buckle, santiago?" "the buckle." "my husband's out of town for work, so of course i will attend your dinner." "cool. whatever." "yeah, don't worry about it, either way." "it's not a big deal." "why so excited?" "did you make the cover of "hair pulled back" magazine?" "the captain is coming to my party." "i'm gonna give a toast, tell him how thankful i am to have him in the precinct, and officially ask him to be mentor." "wait, are you only hosting dinner because you want to suck up to holt?" "not cool." "this was supposed to be about friendship." "you said you were only coming to see if my apartment or if it was my personality, like you suspected." "yeah, but that was before i knew i could get up on this high horse." "love the view up here." "clip clop, clip clop, clip clop." "same to you, your honor." "oh, what judge were you talking to?" "you call your mom "your honor"?" "she's a federal judge in the ninth circuit." "what else would i call her?" "okay." "captain, paperwork is all done on that drug bust." "what else you got for me?" "nothing." "all open cases are assigned." "come on, there's got to be something i can investigate." "no, there's nothing." "all right, well, when there's nothing, there's nothing, you know?" "what can you-- whoa!" "who did that?" "i will stay here all night figuring this out." "i know what you're up to here, peralta." "damn straight-- i'm trying to catch you want an excuse to skip santiago's thanksgiving dinner, because for some reason, you refuse to celebrate this holiday like a normal person." "fine. you're right." "sit at home, watch football, and eat mayo nut spoonsies." "those are spoonfuls of mayo, sprinkled with peanuts." "that's revolting." "maybe so, but it's what i invented when i was six because my mom was working, so i had to make dinner for myself." "my sad story trumps your insult." "jake, jake, jake, jake!" "(both) jake, jake, jake, jake!" "thank you, boyle." "if a case opens up, it's yours." "but if not, you will be at santiago's as a professional courtesy." "dismissed." "from what?" "i thought we were just chatting." "we never chat anymore!" "oh, my god, amy, that's so cool that you still live with your grandmother." "i live alone." "this is my stuff." "i like quilts." "stop. each sentence is getting sadder." "it looks like you live on the set of murder, she wrote." "well, i got to say, it's not as bad as i thought it would be." "i mean, the football game's not on, so i can still watch it later at home." "and it's kind of cool to visit a time before electricity was invented." "i have to practice my toast." "god, how long is that?" "eight pages." "single-spaced?" "double-sided." "santiago style." "mm-hmm." "hey, excuse me." "can we please eat?" "my body is starting to digest itself." "terry needs nutrients." "no eating until the captain gets here." "okay?" "sorry." "don't apologize." "i'd rather spend thanksgiving at your house than with my sister." ""things you find a the beach."" "for "s," i had seagull." "good one, diana!" "ice cream break." "yay!" "yay." "it's so pleasant and boring." "but, holt, at your house, surrounded by these idiots-- guaranteed train wreck." "thanks for the invite." "[doorbell chimes] he's here!" "okay, he's here." "everybody, be cool." "hitchcock, why do you have your shirt off?" "can't spill food on your shirt if you're not wearing one." "what-- captain holt." "happy thanksgiving." "your apartment was very easy to locate." "thank you so much." "you look beautiful." "weirdest conversation ever." "nice work, you two." "before we eat, i'd like everyone to go around and say what they're thankful for this year." "[sighs] fine, i'll go first." "i am thankful that thanksgiving only comes once a year." "people stuff themselves, and then at midnight, they run to appliance stores and trample each other to death." "it's a garbage holiday." "[sniffles] i'm sorry-- i just get emotional when i talk about how bogus thanksgiving is." "i'll just go." "i actually prepared a little something." "you did?" "when i was a little, playing cops and robbers-- [cell phone ringing] excuse me." "please." "continue, santiago." "or i could wait." "no waiting, just toasting." "i want you to toast." "now i want to eat toast." "give me some toast!" "(holt) okay, i'll be right there." "i have to head back to the precinct." "someone stole $10,000 from the evidence lockup." "yes!" "oh, awesome." "why is that awesome?" "it's a case." "you said i could hop on any case that came up." "it's a thanksgiving miracle." "have fun, you guys." "let's roll!" "is a police station." "(jake) i hear that." "remember when santiago called you "beautiful"?" "yes, that was odd." "we need to get this money back, the exact bills, or the commissioner's office will make our lives hell." "people do the weirdest stuff in the evidence lockup when they think no one's watching." "fast forward, fast forward, fast forward." "wait, wait, wait." "stop, stop, stop." "okay, so here's our money." "fast forward." "hold it, hold it, go back." "there's our guy." "got him." "okay, we should start by checking all the perps that were released from holding today." "good idea." "and if's none of them, we may miss santiago's altogether." "thanksgiving is dead!" "santiago, can we please, please just eat?" "what if captain holt and jake are coming back?" "hang on." "i have a toast." "i am thankful to have someone in my life who gives me a reason to get out of bed every morning." "and i hope that my relationship with this person will only grow more intimate." "who are you talking about?" "um, hitchcock." "okay, enough is enough." "i'm eating." "[grunts] what's in these?" "potatoes, butter, a little milk." "oh, and i ran out of salt, so i used baking soda." "why wouldn't you?" "they're both white powders." "of course they're interchangeable." "yeah." "[grunts] there were two men released from holding today that were the right height and weight to be our thief on the security footage." "even if it is one of them, how will we know?" "easy. the guy on the footage was left-handed." "we just give all of our suspects some made-up form to sign and see which hand they use." "all right, amigo." "punch it." "[seat belt clicks] good. did that." "now punch it." "uh-huh." "safety first." "punch it!" "[window whirring] okay, see, now i just feel like you're messing with-- [tires squealing]" "anyone want seconds?" "can't." "i'm so stuffed." "(scully) amy, the toilet's overflowing." "what?" "ew!" "scully, what did you do?" "and the night gets worse better." "although i understand why you'd suspect me." "well, then who clogged it?" "so none of you ate anything?" "terry, you said you ate the whole turkey." "toilet." "i ate one string bean." "it tasted like fish vomit." "that was it for me." "but i'm a good cook." "you all ate those brownies i brought in last week." "i thought they were erasers." "charles said he loved them." "i'm a textbook people-pleaser." "this was great, though." "you must be so proud." "yeah, thanksgiving's over." "everybody go home." "we're just-- we're done hanging out together." "i-i'm not done hanging out." "let's go to the bar." "they serve food there." "that's a great idea." "oh, look at that." ""boyle saves thanksgiving."" "does it really say that?" "no." "but it does say, "boyle believes obvious lie."" "damn it." "so what's our strategy here?" "i'm thinking maybe we could do the whole thing in character." "i'll play detective bart barley-- tightly wound, hates violence against animals." "and you're my partners gerald jimes-- a man who solved every crime, but one-- the murder of his wife." "peralta, take this seriously." "i am. as seriously as you're taking the search for the man who killed jane jimes." "your only clue-- he wore a yellow sweater." "eh?" "you're considering it." "let's get in there." "nypd." "[knocks on door] what's going on?" "i'm right in the middle of carving turkey." "eating meat is murder." "i hate violence against animals." "bup, bup, bup, bup." "we overlooked our release form we were supposed to have you sign." "we apologize." "yeah, he's right-handed." "let's go." "♪ look out, bad guys" "♪ it's barley and jimes" "♪ barley and jimes are on the case ♪ please refrain from make-believe this time." "fine." "[knocks on door] good evening, ma'am." "nypd." "barley and jimes." "we're looking for donny romano." "ugh. come in." "donny, what'd you do?" "cops are here." "aw." "what do you guys want?" "sorry to bother you, sir, my partner here forgot about a form we need you to sign." "what's happening, donny?" "what'd you do?" "i didn't do anything." "it's not my fault." "same old story-- it's never you, is it?" "what did donny do?" "i swear, ma, i don't know what this is about." "why won't you ever believe me?" "'cause i raised a liar." "you lie." "shut up, ma." "hey, don't talk to ma like that." "don't you tell me what to do, louie!" "excuse me." "hey!" "not the rolls!" "george, do something." "excuse me. if-- [overlapping arguing] you know, you're gonna get hurt." "get off now." "get off." "my wife was murdered by a man in a yellow sweater!" "it's the one case i can't solve." "don't fight with family." "it can all go away so quickly." "sign this?" "(jake) that's a hell of a breakthrough, jimes." "i'm proud of you." "also, we just caught our man." "he signed with his right hand." "that's right, he did." "but he didn't do it." "he did." "what?" "couldn't help but notice you throwing those rolls with your left hand, boss." "not to mention, this hoodie matches our security footage exactly." "you stole that money when you came in to pick up your brother from holding today, didn't you?" "damn it." "nice work, peralta." "so where's the money now?" "it's not here, all right?" "i bet it all on the football game." "my bookie has it." "yes!" "the case continues." "this is not good." "right." "sorry, jimes." "his father was murdered by a bookie." "i know you miss him." "our perp says the bookie operates out of a hidden back room." "try to blend in." "good idea." "i'll just age myself 60 years, become chinese and female." "here we go." "whoosh." "did it work?" "$10 to play." "oh, we're just looking around." "$40 just to look around." "all right, we'll play." "$15 to play." "all right." "[sighs] tommy, can we order some food?" "the cook's gone." "i sent him home." "do you have any more of these pretzels?" "sure." "i'm gonna call the cook." "smart. good call." "hey." "rough night?" "yeah, it certainly hasn't gone according to plan." "oh, amy, i was ordering a drink called "a rough night."" "it's tequila with a nicotine patch." "right." "how do i get holt to pay attention to me?" "he sure spends a lot of time on peralta." "maybe i should start screwing up, like jake does." "i can act out too, you know?" "please do." "okay. watch this." "[glass shattering] oops." "out-- all of you." "but the cook is coming back." "out!" "fine!" "but i'm taking these olives." "[sighs] sorry." "happy turkey day." "[speaking chinese] ah." "i think i'm getting the hang of this." "these tiles are either game pieces or candy." "game pieces." "here we go." "[women speaking chinese excitedly] i think i just won." "the guy by the bathroom seems very interested in the commotion you just made." "yeah, and he's been waiting for the toilet since we got here." "ten-to-one that's not a bathroom, and he's a lookout." "let's go." "you got it." "ahh, i'm gonna just cash out." "[speaking chinese] there is nothing here." "don't worry, guys." "i found food." "are you eating packing peanuts?" "okay, i do keep a secret stash of food in the office." "i knew it!" "where?" "where?" "sarge, am i too heavy?" "no. where is it?" "there, the one with the water stain." "there's a lot of food up there?" "yeah, it's a smorgasbord." "[all screaming]" "i think the rats got to it." "you think?" "this is the greatest thing that's ever happened." "(rosa) okay, it's over." "thanksgiving time of death-- now." "no, this will not be our thanksgiving." "all right, you all wait here." "give me an hour." "terry, to the door." "i'm just gonna put you down, man." "yeah, totally. that makes sense." "that makes sense." "hey, there." "bathroom?" "there's another one upstairs, over there." "aah. oh!" "[grunts] [whispering] oh. never mind. let's go." "[whispering] what, it's really a bathroom?" "no, no, no." "there's tons of illegal stuff happening in there." "but they're watching the football game, and i dvr'd it." "i don't want to see the score." "what?" "okay, fine." "we'll go get the stolen money." "nypd!" "freeze!" "change the channel and then freeze!" "put it down!" "(holt) put it down!" "put it down!" "this is a weird request, but will you switch places with me?" "i really don't want to see the score." "oh, yeah." "thank you." "that's so much better." "oh!" "why are there so many tvs in here?" "the money was still in the bookie's safe." "all the numbers match." "let's head back to santiago's party." "ah, no, thanks." "i think i'm gonna head home and watch the football game, which was ruined for me!" "what's your problem with celebrating thanksgiving?" "it's a sucky holiday." "it's always sucked." "my mom worked." "my dad was gone." "and i sat at home watching football." "look, jake, i came from a very formal family." "my parents were not especially affectionate." "really?" "your honor wasn't a big snuggler?" "but the beauty of being an adult is that you can make a new family with new traditions." "well, that's nice, captain, but i don't have a new family yet, so i guess i'm stuck with my awesome old traditions." "okay. i'll tell the squad you couldn't make it." "before you go, can i borrow some money?" "i'm getting some pretty serious vibes from wendy over there, and i'd like to take her someplace special." "hey. what are y'all doing here?" "amy broke everything and got us kicked out of the bar." "then we got attacked by rats." "it's the best thanksgiving ever." "fascinating." "happy turkey day." "right through there, gentlemen." "not a lot of places are open, so this will be a multiethnic, nontraditional thanksgiving." "(charles) it's a real culinary challenge." "give me 15 minutes, and then we feast." "make it five." "you eat with your eyes, so the plating alone-- five, boyle!" "captain?" "hmm?" "i want to tell you something." "i think you're-- like, when i was a little girl-- you think i'm like when you were a little girl?" "forget it." "the moment's passed." "is this about your toast?" "how'd you get that?" "gina gave it to me." "there are several compelling anecdotes." "the fonts suit the tone." "good work." "i do feel, however, the word choice could've been improved in spots." "i marked them "awk" for "awkward."" "that was the best thing anyone's ever said to me." ""i marked them 'awk' for 'awkward'?"" "it's advice." "he's mentoring me." "yes!" "so this is kind of a play on your typical thanksgiving dinner." "for turkey, we have the peking duck with a veggie samosa stuffing." "the potatoes are the empanadas with an ethiopian lentil stew gravy." "and for dessert, some seasonal gelatin cups." "okay, i ran out of money." "they're from when hitchcock got his colonoscopy." "bon appetit." "i'm here. i'm here." "[all cheer] finally something to actually be thankful for." "what are you wearing?" "santiago said to dress up, so... well, you look beautiful." "that's my thing now." "i'm just owning it." "okay, before we eat-- nope, not doing that again." "move." "could you pass the, uh-- you get that hand near me again, you're gonna lose it." "okeydoke, let's eat." "yeah." "hey, thanks for giving a copy of my toast to holt." "that was nice of you." "oh, you're welcome." "i mean, you don't have to get so freaked out around him." "you were just trying to tell him you respect him." "but to be honest, i kind of gave it to him as a prank, 'cause i thought it would be super embarrassing for you." "but i'm happy it worked out." "but i would've been happy if he hated it." "but i'm happy he didn't." "so you pretty much got the disaster night you were hoping for?" "yeah, till you made the best thanksgiving meal i've ever had, and ruined it." "excuse me." "so, earlier at amy's, i didn't give a real toast, because i didn't know what to say." "but since that time, a wise, unsmiling man named gerald jimes made me realize what i am thankful for." "so i'd just like to say i am happy to be here with my family-- my super-weird family with two black dads and two latina daughters and two white sons and gina and-- i don't know what you are," "some strange giant baby?" "to the nine-nine." "(all) to the nine-nine." "that was perfect." "ooh, boyle cries." "i got boyle bingo!" "[all groan] yeah!" "not a doctor." "shh."