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[theme music playing]

Tonight on our Celebrity Chefs, Sports Edition, we have...

former college basketball star and broadcaster Rosalyn Gold-Onwude,

three time NBA champ Bruce Bowen,

and former Heavyweight Champion of the World, Mike Tyson.

Rosalyn, please tell us what charity you'll be playing for.

I'm playing for the Rosalyn Gold-Onwude Foundation.

We offer scholarships to help disadvantaged youths

who want to pursue a career in sports.

Oh, that's terrific. Bruce Bowen,

if you win tonight, what charity will receive $10,000?

My foundation. The Bruce Bowen Foundation.

It's an educational organization

dedicated to transforming US public education for under-served youth.

Hm... That... That is so important.

Mike Tyson, what charity are you playing for?

The Mike Tyson Foundation.

Can you tell us a little bit about the Mike Tyson Foundation?

Oh, it's just a standard foundation.

Just a typical foundation. Just like these two other foundations.

No further questions and no, thank you.

Uh-huh. Okay, chefs, let's open your baskets.

We have baby octopus.

Plantains.

Smoked kippers.

And cream of mushroom soup.

Your 30 minutes begins now.

[rock music playing]

Behind!

I just froze. I mean...

I had a plan for the baby octopus and the plantains,

but when I pulled out those smoked kippers,

man, it was like my head exploded.

Behind!

Those guys were flying around that kitchen like jackrabbits.

I was just paralyzed by the clock.

And also, I wish jackrabbit was one of the ingredients.

I would have had a plan for that, too.

Chefs, you have 18 minutes remaining on the clock.

Looks like Rosalyn is grilling the octopus, which is--

Oh, God! Mike, are you okay?

I'm good, I'm good. This is just a tricky can-opener.

I'm good. How much time did you say?

-Uh... A little under 18 minutes. -[beeping]

Okay, okay, I'm gonna focus on the protein.

Baby octopus. Baby octopus. Maybe I toast it?

Gee! Bruce is already using the toaster to toast a baguette.

Which he got from the pantry.

Which is not even part of the basket.

And I knew he was gonna lose points for that.

So I was feeling pretty confident at this point.

Behind!

Behind!

Behind!

-[beeping] -[host] Five...

four, three,

two, one.

Chefs, your time is up.

Oh, damn. I must have cut myself.

I hope I didn't get any on the food.

[knives snipping]

Let's see whose dish is on the cutting board.

[tense music playing]

What? Aw...

Mike Tyson, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you're going home.

-Judges. -Mike, you didn't cook any of the ingredients.

You didn't open the soup. Nothing's been transformed.

You've simply put everything in the blast chiller and--

-Yeah, to get it cold. -Can I finish?

Yes, ma'am. Sorry.

But most importantly, the dish is covered in your blood.

So, for these reasons, you're going home.

Damn.

Thank you, judges. Go, get 'em, guys.

Of course I'm disappointed.

The Mike Tyson Foundation needed that $10,000.

But this just means that I have to try harder. And I'll be back.

And this isn't the last you'll see of me.

[knives snipping]

Where the [bleep] is the car, Deezy?

I told the driver to take the team sightseeing.

I thought for sure you were gonna make it to that dessert round.

Okay, hold on, Mike. I'll call the driver right now.

To your left, uh, Lady Liberty.

To your right, Lower Manhattan.

You know, I was gonna open up a bar with a buddy of mine.

Right there.

You see where the little corner market is?

That would've been our bar.

We were all set to sign the paperwork and then...

9/11 happened.

We needed an inspection to get the loan,

but the whole city was shut down.

Then six months later,

my buddy falls off a fishing boat right off Montauk.

They never found the body.

So, no bar for me.

What are you gonna do?

[honking]

Signal! Signal, please!

In America, we use signals!

-[cell phone ringing] -[beeps]

Hello. Regal Luxury Transportation. Burt speaking.

Mm-hmm.

He's already outside waiting?

Okay, uh, lemme...

I'm gonna take the West Side Highway.

Tell him I'll be there in 30 minutes.

He doesn't need to stand outside and catch a cold.

I'll text him when I'm there and he can come back out.

[Marquess] Well, this is fun.

Okay, Mike, he'll be there in 30 minutes.

Cool, cool, then he can just take us back to the hotel.

Well, Mike, when I booked the Presidential Suite at the Waldorf Astoria,

I assumed you were gonna win $10,000.

I think the prudent thing, financially,

is for you to come home.

No way, Deezy.

All I want right now is to plonk myself in that big bathtub

in the Presidential Suite at the Waldorf Astoria,

and wash off all this blood and octopus juice.

Okay, Mike, then at least do me a favor.

We can make this whole trip tax-deductible

if you were to do a mystery while you were there.

That way, it's a business trip. You know, a write-off.

Well, you're the brain, Deezy, okay?

So, go dig around in the pigeon coop

and find a mystery that takes place in New York City,

[Marquess] Was there anything cream-based in the basket?

Like a... Like a cream of mushroom soup? Michael! You could have--

[Bleep] you, Monday morning quarterback.

It looks easy on television, mother[bleep].

[Sal] Hey! Mike Tyson Mystery Team.

I'm Sal DeBenedetto.

Follow me. I'll take you to Mr. Russo.

[door creaking]

[instrumental music playing]

[muffled chatter]

Who the hell are you?

They call me the exterminator.

Tell Mr. Russo he should let this office air out

for the next two or three hours.

[gunshot]

Nobody tells Sal DeBenedetto what to do.

Except for Mr. Russo.

Come on.

I bet I know where he is.

His favorite pizza joint in all of New York City.

[Mr. Russo] Thank you for coming to see me, Mr. Tyson.

You and your mystery team.

Here, sit down.

Sit.

Sal, get everyone a chair.

You get one for the [bleep] bird.

Yes, sir, Mr. Russo.

Show some respect to the bird, you [bleep] gamooch.

So, what's your mystery?

Please, please...

First we eat.

Have a slice.

You never tasted anything like this.

It's like my mama used to make.

In Sicily.

Huh? Huh? It's good, huh?

It's pepperoni.

Mmm.

But they got other toppings, too.

This place is... It's incredible.

Now I... I need your help.

It's a personal matter.

My son Carmine is...

He's disappeared.

With $32 million of my money.

I want you to find him

and find out why he broke my heart.

And then, I want you to bring him back home to me

so I can kill him.

[door beeps]

Hey, Jason.

You made an excellent pie tonight.

One of your very best.

Arrivederci.

All right, let's go find this Carmine Russo.

Dad, he just said he was gonna kill him.

Deezy says the only way to make this trip a write-off is to solve a mystery.

[man] Hey, this one's not marked. Large pepperoni?

Oh, here.

35147, Hester. Apartment 22.

Carmine Russo.

[man] What?

[sniffing]

You're gonna pair very nicely.

[doorbell ringing]

With that large pepperoni.

Huh?

Did you say delivery or DiGiorno?

-[Yung Hee] Dad! -[Marquess] Michael!

Why did you steal $32 million away from your father and break his heart?

My father doesn't have a heart.

I discovered that his waste management company

is just a front for the mob.

He's a despicable person.

And that $32 million is blood money,

so I'm gonna donate it to charity.

I was just about to transfer the money

but I couldn't decide what charity I wanted to give it to.

I was leaning towards the Bruce Bowen Foundation.

Hey, Mike! Over here. Hey, team.

So how was the rest of your trip? You solved that mystery?

I got good news and I got bad news, Deezy.

The bad news is that we did not solve the mystery.

But the good news is that we received a very generous donation

to The Mike Tyson Foundation.

$32 million!

Holy shit, Mike! Is this for real?

-[honking] -Deezy, watch out!

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

[crashing]

Oh, my goodness! They got one of these here, too?

Deezy, you're not gonna believe how good this place is.

Deezy? Oh, damn! Deezy is dead.

[groaning]

Oh, damn! Deezy's alive!

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