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And here are your tickets
to Acapulco.

You guys are gonna have
one heck of a honeymoon.

We can't wait.

And these are nonsmoking?
Yeah.

A full two rows
behind the smoking section,

so you should be all good.

(laughs) Oh, the resort
is incredible, too.

Uh, make sure you bring lots
of coins for the pay phone

in case you want to...

(imitates E.T.):
phone home.

(both chuckling weakly)

Have you seen it?
You got to see it.

I wept.

Hey, Vinnie,
I'm just helping out

these two lovebirds.
I'll be right with you.

Just swinging by to grab
those traveler's checks, Pete.

Totally.
Got 'em right here.

Hey, you guys have so much fun, okay?

And send me a postcard.
Now...

♪ Beat it, ooh! ♪

(laughs) Have you listened?
You got to listen.

Talented artist, better man.

♪ ♪

And now you add your
cup of Dr. Pepper.

Pete says to add the
Dr. Pepper now, Jay.

It feels wrong,
but it smells so right.

What going on?
SAMANTHA:
Jay's making Pete's

legendary arrabbiata sauce.

Fun fact: "arrabbiata" actually
comes from the Italian word

for "angry," which is what
people would get

when we ran out of this
at Sunday night dinner.

Partly because
they loved my sauce so much

and partly because they were
all tanked on Riunite.
JAY: Okay,

that's amazing. I wish I could
put this on the menu.

Well, why can't you?

What about
some sort of

Italian/Indian fusion thing?

Yeah, like a garlic naan with
an arrabbiata dipping sauce.

Ooh! I could do different dishes
to honor each ghost.

Like, um, samosa knish
for Trevor or

collard greens paneer
for Alberta.

Uh-huh.

What? What is it?
Thor's pitching

ram's testicle masala.

Is obvious and winning
combination.

Okay. Well, that's an idea.
PETE: Sam,

I don't know about
putting my sauce on the menu.

Pete's not sure about
you using his sauce on the menu.

Aw, man.
It's just that

it's actually an old
family recipe of Carol's.

When we got married,
she made me promise

never to share it with anyone.

And did she keep all
her wedding day promises?

Fair point.
Objection withdrawn.

Pete says now he's cool
with you using the sauce

because of Carol
sleeping with Jerry.

Okay, feel like I
missed some context,

but I'll take the W.
Thanks, Pete.

Carol also lay with Thor,

but that more of a hero move
on Thor's part.

You're welcome.

HETTY: Trevor, I think
we should discuss next steps

for our new
power friends alliance.

Right.
The thing where we team up

to manipulate the others
for our mutual benefit.

I had a thought about what
our first project could be:

getting Flower to
move out of my room.

And then on day two,
the Grateful Dead played.

They were late to come onstage
because their sound guy--

whose nickname,
ironically, was Bear--

wanted to make sure everything
was good with the electrical

'cause of all the rains, which
you never even hear about.

I do.

I hear it quite a bit.

I get not wanting
to room with Flower,

but that seems more like a "you"
thing than a "we" thing.

And what are you two
talking about?

Uh, pedestrianism.
The ladies of Tri Delt.

What?
Nothing.

We're just... catching up.

More importantly,
how are you two?

Enjoying the 21st century?

Lately, you two seem to be
lurking in a lot of corners

and having some very
hushed conversations.

ISAAC:
And we don't want to jump
to any conclusions, but

are you two
romantically entangled again?

What? No. We're just friends.
Normal friends.

And what concern
is it of yours?
ISAAC: We just

remember what it was like--
the sneaking around,

the breaking up,
the getting back together,

the big public blow-ups.

And then we'd get dragged into
all the exhausting fallout.

Trev would come
whining to me whenever

you'd do something
thoughtless.

It was a lot.
And I like drama.

Me, too. But not
all this drama.

Well, there's
nothing going on.

I pray you're telling
the truth,

because you two
getting back together

would be a disaster
on the scale of the Sugar Act,

which was
very bad.

Aw, did they make you
pay tax on sugar?

And molasses, which we used
in many products.

It was a grave injustice.
Yes, the 18th century

was very difficult for
white, male landowners.

Thank you.

Peter, this arrabbiata

fusion dish
is a smash.
I'm just glad

I could help Sam and Jay.
I know how important

this restaurant is to them.

Speaking of people doing
nice things for friends,

here come Carol.

Pete, we need to talk.

Did you really give Jay
my family's sauce recipe?

Yes, Carol, I posthumously
shared a sauce recipe.

Big whoop.

Excuse me, garçon.
I'd like to speak with the chef.

Yes, sir.

Oh, God.
Why does that guy
look so familiar?

CAROL:
Pete,

that's my cousin Anthony.

Little Anthony?

I haven't seen him
since he was ten.

Hi, I'm Chef Jay.
Welcome to Mahesh.

This arrabbiata--

it's very good.

It's also very familiar.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah, it's supposed
to be like home cooking.

That's what
we're going for.

I don't think
you're following me.

I'm saying
you stole my sauce.

Excuse me?

My name is Anthony Randuzzo.

I'm the proprietor
of Anthony's Trattoria.

Look, sir, I've never been
to your restaurant.

Jay, just apologize,
go back in the kitchen.

You do not want
to cross this man.

What? He was always
such a sweetie pie.

Easily bribable
with a lollipop,

although that info
may be dated.

I'm gonna make this simple.

You're gonna take this sauce
off the menu, or else.

(chuckles)
Or else what?

Or else
I'm not gonna be very happy.

Okay, well, you know what?
That's what Yelp's for.

Although I will warn you.

My sister personally responds
to all negative reviews.

And she studied creative writing
at Penn.

State.
Altoona campus.

Did not graduate.

(sighs)
Come on, Angie.
We're leaving.

That's his goomar Angie.

What is going on?

Pete, get with it.

Anthony's in the Mafia.

JAY:
You don't really think

he's gonna write
a bad review, do you?

That's the kind of thing

that could kneecap
a new business.

That's not the kind
of kneecapping

you should be
worried about.

So, you know how that sauce
recipe you got from Pete

was actually
an old family recipe of Carol's?

No.

Well, it is, and
the problem with that

is it got so popular
and so distinct

that word got back
to Carol's cousin Anthony.

The guy who Jay told
to get lost?
SAMANTHA: And Anthony,

in addition
to being a restauranteur,

is apparently high up
in the local Mafia.

How high?
He's head of it.

And if Jay doesn't get
that sauce off the menu,

he's gonna be sleeping
with the fishes.

He's the head guy, Jay.

Seriously?! I'm gonna have to go
into witness protection.

All I did was make a sauce.

Just take the dish off the menu.

Man, nothing ever goes right
with this ghost stuff. (groans)

Sound like someone rethinking

not going with
ram's testicles masala.

Not too late.

I just don't understand.

How did Anthony get
mixed up with the mob?

You really
don't know any of this?

He was born into it.

He's head
of the Randuzzo crime family.

What do you mean?
Randuzzo's your family.

And they weren't in the mob.

They ran a travel agency.
I worked there.

The travel agency
was a front, Pete.

It's where
they cleaned the money.

What? No.

I'm in a little bit
of a hurry here, Pete.
Yeah, no problem.

Uh, how much you looking to do
this week in traveler's checks?

30 large.
All right.

Vinnie, we all good
with that thing?

Yeah. The thing is good.

What thing?

Oh, wait a minute.

Are you guys planning
a surprise party for me?

Can't get nothing
by you, Pete.

(laughs)
Ouch.

I'll take it
in the back to count.

You know I'm happy to help you
bring stuff back there, Carmine.

You don't go in the back,
Petey. Capisce?

All right. All right,
I'm the front man. (laughs)

But I booked trips for people.

Was none of that real?

It was a functioning
travel agency.

But you were the only one
doing any travel agent work.

So, you're telling me
that Vinnie and Carmine

and Fat Sal and Little Sal--
those guys were in the Mafia?

I mean, yeah,
those names scream travel agent.

I am sorry, Pete.

I just assumed
you'd figured it out

and never wanted
to talk about it.

So I was just the useful idiot.

Oh, all good operations
need one.

It's a vital position!

FLOWER:
Day three of the festival opened

with Canned Heat.

Interestingly, their lead singer
was nicknamed "The Bear."

Not to be confused with
the Grateful Dead's sound guy

or the animal that devoured my
corpse in return for hugging it.

You know, Flower,
I've been thinking.

Right on.
I do that, too, sometimes.

I want to preface this by saying

I adore having you
as a roommate.

Aw.

But I'm starting to fear
I'm being selfish.

What do you mean?

You're in a wonderful
relationship with Thor,

but it's being stunted by the
fact that you're living with me,

when you should be moving in
with your beloved.

Thor has actually mentioned
that he wants that.

But I don't know.
Moving in together?

It's a big step.

Flower,
a relationship is like a shark.

It must move forward,
or it dies.

That's from Annie Hall,
which is a Jewish movie

that Trevor once showed me.

I mean, I don't want
our relationship to die.

I died once.

It wasn't great.

Then give it a shot, and I will

bravely carry on
here alone.

Oh, and maybe don't mention
to anyone that this is my idea.

It'll seem more special
if it came from you.

It's already forgotten.
I believe you.

SAMANTHA:
So, how did it go?

I went to Anthony's Trattoria,
I talked to Anthony.

I profusely apologized.

I told him we were gonna
take the dish off the menu.

And I think we're good now?

This whole situation
is so scary.

Oh, don't worry. If they really
wanted to whack him,

he'd be dead already.

That's comforting, right?

I just feel terrible. I mean,
the last thing I want is

for Jay to be whacked off
by a bunch of mobsters.

ANTHONY:
Hi, Jay.

How are you doing?

This is Paulie.
Yo.

And Joey.
Nice place.

They're back.
This is not a good sign.

The good news is, typically,
the wives are off-limits.

Uh, hey, gentlemen.
Um, what can I help you with?

Well, there was something
I just couldn't get

my head wrapped around,

and that was how it is exactly

you came up with the arrabbiata.

Oh, I... just
came up with it.
(laughs)

Because there's this
interesting coincidence, see?

My cousin Carol...
May she rest in peace.

ANTHONY:
...died here

on your property
not too long ago.

And, uh, I was thinking,
is it possible

that someone went
through her purse,

found her recipe book?

Anthony, sir, we would never.

We knew Carol.

We were very sad about the
doughnut-hole-related tragedy.

JAY:
Yeah.

Look, guys, I just came up
with the same sauce, okay?

People come up with the same
great idea all the time.

Armageddon and Deep Impact.

A Bug's Life

and Antz. It happens.

Well, actually,

Antz was a rip-off
of A Bug's Life.

DreamWorks rushed it
into production

after they caught wind
of what Pixar was doing.

That actually makes a lot
of sense. Antz felt rushed.

Be that as it may,
I didn't steal the sauce.

You sure about that?

Sam, it's gonna be okay.

You're young.
You'll find somebody else.

Uh...

(laughing)

(laughter)
We're just
messing with you.

No, no, we're good,
we're good.

Yeah, totally.
ANTHONY:
Let's, uh,

let's find a table.
I'm starving.

Is it just the three of you?
Well, actually,

we're expecting some friends.

We need a table for ten.

Oh, uh, well... (laughs)

We can definitely
accommodate you.

It's just, it's gonna be
a little bit of a wait.

I don't understand.

Does this man want
to wear concrete shoes?

We don't do waits. Okay?

We'd like to sit down now.

How about that table
over there?

JAY:
Oh, well,
they just sat down.

(laughs)
It's her 40th birthday party.

And?

And we'll move them.

Oh. See, that's great.
She gets it. I like this one.

(both laughing)
All right, let's do it.

(laughter)
This is funny.

Perfect timing.
They're just about

to decide which house
they're gonna buy.

The fixer
in the good school district

or the turnkey across
from the drug-ridden park.

Oh, you got
to go drug-ridden park.

I mean, that's just
added convenience.

Speaking of big real estate
moves, Thor have news.

(Thor laughs)

Flower moving in to our room.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't just
move Flower in here.

Well, for one, we don't
have room for three people.

(laughing):
Are you kidding?
In the summer of '66,

I lived in a Volkswagen
with five other roommates.

And not the Bus-- the Bug.

THOR:
So it's decided.

(laughing):
We shall now fornicate
in celebration!

No, no, no, you can't just
make this decision on your own.

That's a fair point.
Let's take a vote.

Yes, voting is best.

Vikings have early form
of democracy,

which we call
"the thing," or "folkmoot."

(laughs)
But we also like pillaging.

Vikings very well-rounded.

All those in favor
of me moving in?

Why now? Why is this happening
all of a sudden?

I actually can't tell
you whose idea it was

because I promised
Hetty I wouldn't say.

Flower very discreet.

(Flower laughs)
Hetty.

This is a disaster.

They've gone through, like,
12 bottles of wine already.

One of the goomars said

she wanted ten racks of lamb
to go.

Apparently,
they're hosting a fundraiser

at Anthony Junior's
school, which,

you know, is kind of sweet,
as far as extortion goes.

And they keep saying,
"Put it on my tab."

Sam, I don't think
they're gonna pay their tab.

He doesn't think the mobsters
are gonna pay their tab.

Bright kid.

ISAAC: They ate
Joanna Feinberg's 40th

birthday cake.
(sniffles)

And I believe
she brought that from home.

Anthony blew out
the candles,

which, frankly,
just seemed mean.

Well, they finally left.

They did grab some art
off the wall,

told the waiter
to put it on their tab.

Okay, well,
at least they're gone,

and we made it
through the night.

Yeah, about that.
I heard them talking.

They're planning on coming back
tomorrow and the next night.

I was afraid of this.
This is just the beginning.

This is how they do it.

This is how they do what, Carol?

They're gonna bleed you dry
until you need a loan.

They'll give it to you,
and you'll have to take it.

Eventually,
they'll own the place,

and after they squeezed
every dollar out of it

and there's nothing left
to steal,

they'll burn
the place down

for the insurance money.

Hmm. If only Peter hadn't
shared that recipe.

I was just trying to help.

Oh, God. This isn't good.

What isn't good, Sam?
(chuckles)

CAROL:
This is the beginning

of the end.
(pops lips)

Kiss your restaurant goodbye.

Oh, no.

Sam?

Carol, isn't there any
way out of this mess?

You know these people.
Please.

I don't want to burn down my
restaurant for insurance money,

no matter how many times
I said I love Goodfellas.

It was a little violent
for my taste.

PAW Patrol violent
for your taste.

I don't like
how they glorify the police,

but I do love puppies,
and they keep that town safe.

Carol, please,
can't you help us?

Well, there is one thing
that might help you

get out of this mess,
but I can't do it.

SAMANTHA:
Sorry, Jay.

Carol says she won't help.

You never go against the family.

Enough.
I'm your family, too, Carol.

And you lied to me for my entire
adult life about our marriage

and, apparently,
my joke of a job.

No, it wasn't a joke, but...
Let me finish, okay?

Because while
we're on the subject,

Sam and Jay are my family.

And I got them into this mess

and I need
to get them out of it.

But I need your help, Carol.

So, please, for once,
just be there for me.

I guess we could go
on the run.

One of the cooks makes fake IDs
for high school kids.

You're right, Pete.

This won't make up
for everything I've done,

but I owe this to you.

Now Carol says
she will help.
(laughs)

I kept the books for all
the family businesses,

and just like
the travel agency,

they were basically fronts
for laundering money.

Carol was a mob accountant.

She kept evidence
in a storage facility

in case things
ever went south.

Like Charles Grodin
in Midnight Run.

Totally. I was thinking
the same thing.

How have you not
seen that movie, Sam?

It's a classic.
I've been busy, Jay.

You've watched White Chicks
three times in the past week.

Sam, I'm gonna
give you the address

and the combination
to the lock.

Thank you, Carol.

But promise me,
you will not look in the box

that is labeled...
"Tasteful Nudes."

You have my word.

TREVOR:
Hetty, did you tell Flower

to move in with me and Thor?

All I said was that she and Thor
deserved to be together.

Okay, well, if you're so
invested in their relationship,

why don't you let them
move in with you?

HETTY:
What?!

My room has but one bed.

How would three people
possibly share one bed?

Well, in the cult...
Nope.

Okay, then,
in the commune...
Not relevant.

When I was dating
Fleetwood Mac?
It's not happening.

I am not sharing a bed
with a couple.

Well, I'm not sharing my room
with Flower and Thor,

and I'm not letting you
get your own room

as a result
of all this meshuggaas,

so here's what's gonna happen.

I'm moving in with you.

What?
HETTY:
I suppose that is the most

fair solution,
given the current dilemma.

Uh-uh. If you two start sharing
a room together, it's only

a matter of time before
you're back together.

Alberta, we are more
than capable

of avoiding
that particular pitfall.

There shall be no hanky

nor panky.
ALBERTA:
See, now,

that's exactly what they say
in a romantic comedy

right before
they do get back together.

Well, it's happening,

unless anyone else
has a better idea.

It's moments like this
that a hero must emerge,

and I shall be that hero.

For the sake of house harmony,
I surrender my private quarters

to Thor and Flower.

And I shall...

move in with Alberta.

I don't love the idea
of not getting my own room,

but anything's better
than these two shacking up.

Can't get dragged

into all this drama again.

So we're getting
Isaac's room?

Thor can live with that.

Will miss performing
in front of audience,

but is small sacrifice
to pay for house harmony.

ANTHONY:
What is this?

You-you interrupted my meal.

We just want to talk with you
for one second, Anthony.

Ooh, that is a nice pot.

Yeah, I think
I'm gonna take that.

Put that on my tab.
JAY:
Actually,

I don't think we'll be putting
anything on your tab anymore.

Ooh, great line, Jay.

Anthony doesn't know it yet,
but he'll see.

What is that supposed to mean?

You'll see.

We have something else
that we thought

might be of interest to you.

These are the books
for the Randuzzo

family businesses,
detailing

decades' worth
of money laundering.

Enough to put you away
for a long, long time.

Where'd you get these?

We will be asking
the questions.

We don't have any
at this time,

but when we do,
we'll be asking them.

Not so tough now,
are you, big guy?

He can't hear you, Pete.

That's why I feel comfortable
yelling at him.

We can ruin you
with these books,

or you can leave us alone,
starting now.

And we have photocopies
of everything, FYI,

and if anything happens to us,
the police will be notified.

Well, I don't know
where you got them from,

and I'm not admitting
to anything.

But you got a deal.

So you'll leave us alone?

Yeah, we'll get out
of your hair.

But, seriously, though,

where did you get the pot?

Because Angie's birthday
is coming up,

and all I got her so far
is that art off your wall.

It's from Williams Sonoma,
and I'll send you a link.

Now scram!

All right. Sheesh.

Nice, yes.
(laughter)

Oh, thank God it's over.

Well, I'm glad
it all worked out.

And I'm glad
your business will survive,

even if my life's work
was a joke.

About that.

We actually found
something else

while we were in the
storage facility.

What's this?
Jay?

"Dear Pete,
greetings from Morocco.

"This was such a great trip.

"You were right about
that little tagine place

"around the corner
from the hotel.

Thank you
for going above and beyond."

These are postcards

from your many, many
satisfied and real clients.

There are hundreds of them.

SAMANTHA:
The travel agency
may have been a front, but

you brought actual joy
to people's lives.

You were a great travel agent.

Thank you, Sam.

Oh, God, we got a nude!

Oh, it's a nude!

Oh, that is tasteful.

Beautiful bearskin rug.

TREVOR: Oh, it's incredible
having my own room.

I can stay up all night watching
reruns of MTV Spring Break.

Man, to die in Daytona,
that's the dream.

I haven't heard a single
Grateful Dead story in days.

(laughing):
I am in heaven.

BOTH:
Power friends.

What was that?

Nothing.

FLOWER:
It's strange.

It's almost like
you guys are up to something.

Oh, no. The wheels are slow and
wobbly, but they are turning.

Just stay very still.

She can't put it together
without our help.

FLOWER:
Oh, my God.

I know what happened.

You two orchestrated
this whole roommate reshuffle

so you'd end up
with your own rooms.

That's absurd.
How would that even work?

FLOWER:
Well, what I'm thinking is,

Hetty convinced me
to move in with Thor

to initiate a fake fight
with Trevor

that led to the threat that
you two would move in together,

thereby filling the house

with your unbearable
romantic toxicity,

which you knew Isaac
and Alberta would do anything

to avoid, up to and including
moving in together

to free up a spare room
for Thor and Flower, aka me,

thereby leaving each of you
with your own rooms.

A perfect plan
executed seamlessly.

And you almost you got away
with it, except...

Wait.
What were we talking about?

Woodstock?

Oh, right on. Yeah.

Jefferson Airplane had this dog

that was so shaggy,
they called him "The Bear."

Now keep in mind, this is

completely unrelated
to the sound guy

for the Grateful Dead or the
lead singer of Canned Heat

or the beast that
mauled me to death.

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