(sighs) KEVIN: So, um...
How have you been? Yeah.
We are... just curious
how you're doing.
I'm fine.
Look, I know that you say you're fine,
but you're not fine.
I'm fine.
You're not fine.
You're making me not fine.
PETE: Andre, he said he's fine.
Andre, he's fine.
I'm high.
Thank you.
I'm also fine. Ruxin,
I'm glad that you're fine
because it's coming down
to the final weeks of the football season
and we're all sort of
in contention for the playoff so,
we could, you know, start...
getting things... back to normal.
I don't think I'm following. Well...
You know, the last two weeks
have been not normal weeks Mm-hmm.
in that we've been sort of giving you
that, you know, free spin.
Um... Yeah, we just kind of let you
play with the house's money the last couple weeks.
You know, you could phone a friend, you, uh,
get out of jail free cards, you know, those...
Yeah. Free card, yeah. Yeah, yeah, so...
Were you guys playing games of Monopoly
without me, or...
We want you to stop crying about your dead wife
and set a lineup.
ANDRE: Oh, boy.
But I still get to win regardless?
No.
TACO: No win, it's just back to normal
where if you lose, you lose,
you win, you win.
Yeah, what he said. Yeah.
Fine.
Fine. He's... It's fine. Great.
We have a fine. Good. He's not fine.
Andre, he said he's fine. He's fine.
You know what, I'm going to get out of here.
KEVIN: Take it easy, buddy.
Glad you're fine.
On other news,
I got those tickets for The Force Awakens...
What did you guys... Did you guys say something?
What? Huh?
Like... team, lineup,
wins or something?
I didn't say anything. Did you say anything?
I don't think so. No.
Fine.
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Sofia?
Almost.
(yells) Oh, God! (laughing)
What the hell are you doing here, Rafi?
I want you to think of me as your death Sherpa,
here to guide you through Rafi's 13 stages of grief.
I'm fine. Thank you though.
If you're fine, then do these bath salts with me
and go on a vision quest.
No! Okay.
Then do these bath salts with me
and watch the movie Vision Quest.
No!
You're not fine.
You're still suffering.
Sofia's still in you.
In here, in here and in here.
Ah! I made a deal with Sofia,
that if anything were to ever happen to her,
and I wasn't the cause of it,
that I would take care of you for the rest of my life.
And that's what I'm going to do.
I'm here to cook, I'm going to clean.
Look, I'm already going to go clean out the pee corner.
With a plunger?
I had a pretty chunky pee earlier. Excuse me?
A thick piss. What?
I had heavy brown water come out of me butt.
You had diarrhea in my kitchen.
I mean, that's a crass way to put it.
Listen, we're going to get through this, together.
Oh, God, you used the plunger already.
Yeah, I clogged the toilets up earlier.
With shit? No, with the pasta.
I was cooking.
Enough chitchat, let's eat.
ANDRE: I'm just, you know,
worried about Ruxin.
I know, it's tough.
He just wants to be alone.
I know, it's like he doesn't even want
to use that rezzy for Rajasthan either.
Are you worried about Ruxin
or Ruxin's reservation?
Both.
Our good friend just lost his wife,
and now we might lose this rezzy, too.
Don't say "rezzy" anymore.
It's gross.
I get that Ruxin doesn't want to go,
but does that mean that we all have to cancel the rezzy?
We don't have to cancel anything
because we don't have a reservation.
Ruxin has a reservation.
But we're friends of the rezzy.
You know what, no rezzy. We're sorry, we're booked.
What? Bye.
I think he wants us to go.
(birds chirping)
PETE: You guys are not going to believe this.
Okay, you know I've been dabbling in DraftKings...
Uh, uh, uh, uh! Nah! Unless it's about this league,
no one cares.
No, I'm just saying, I did so well,
I've been invited to a huge year-end tournament.
Do you realize what you're doing?
It's like bragging about your mistress to your wife.
Yeah, it's gross.
You don't understand.
Only 200 people have been invited.
Do you guys hear anything? Nope.
Just a sad, lonely buzzing sound.
Be jealous.
See where that gets you.
How's my team doing on DraftKings?
You won, Taco. Congratulations.
Ooh. Can't wait to get that check.
(computer buzzes) Wait, just got a message.
From the site?
What does that say?
"Your league has been suspended
due to inappropriate content"?
What?! What?! What are you talking about?
Hold on. It's a fantasy football message board.
All the content is inappropriate.
Hey, did you guys get my video?
What? What video?
I just posted a video to your message board.
What was the video? Oh, it's hilarious.
It's me and Dirty Randy in Puerto Rico.
We went to this place where you can have sex with exotic birds.
It's called, like, a national park.
That's why they blocked us off the site. JENNY: Rafi!
Watch it. It's hilarious. KEVIN: No!
You broke our fantasy football site.
It's the week before the playoffs, Rafi.
Puerto Rico has
the sluttiest birds. TACO: I saw it.
The birds did seem very into it.
I can't get into the manager site?
There we go. There goes our entire fantasy football season.
You gotta fix this, Kevin. You're the commissioner.
You know what? I have a solution.
Just make me the champion,
I lost my wife, and we'll just call it.
No! No! No! No, all right.
JENNY: No. I will-I will take care of this.
I'll-I'll deal with it,
just like our fantasy forefathers before us.
What are you going to do, add it up?
Yeah, I'll just, I'll add it up, old-school.
We can't do that anymore. Okay?
Our brains are different.
We have cell phones and apps and we don't read articles
that have less than 15 pictures, okay?
Andre, we all went to school.
We know how to add. It's just simple arithmetic.
I'll take care of it. I haven't added since 1995.
Wait a second, Brian, did you grow up with four fathers?
(sitar music playing)
Hello. Hello.
Welcome to Rajasthan. How may I help you?
Uh, I'm here for a reservation.
Oh, well, we're fully booked until, uh, March.
Oh, no, an existing reservation.
Oh. For this Tuesday,
December 22, under the name "Ruxin,"
and I just need to transfer it to "Nowzick."
Mr. Raxin? Mr. Ruxin, yeah.
He's, uh, been very helpful to our restaurant group.
Is there a problem? He doesn't want to dine with us?
No, he would love to dine with you.
It's just...
his wife passed away.
(gasps) And so... Yeah. I wanted to come in here
and just switch the reservation,
because I-I'd hate to... for it to go to waste.
So, Mr. Raxin's wife passed away,
and you would like to take his reservation.
Say it like that, it sounds awful,
but it's not awful, because at the funeral,
you know, Ruxin looked at me, and he said,
"I want you to continue dining
at Michelin-star restaurants."
At Mr. Raxin's wife's funeral...
Ruxin. Mr. Raxin told you...
Mm-hmm. ...that you should continue dining
at Michelin-star restaurants?
Pretty amazing guy, right?
Oh, hold on one second. This is crazy.
. This is, uh, from Mr. Ruxin.
His wife isn't dead.
That must have been an awkward funeral.
Well, this i..
Mr., uh...? Yeah. Nowzick.
...Nosechick, I don't know
if you are lying or telling the truth,
because it seems to be pouring out of you
in equal measure. All right.
However, let me be clear. Sure.
If Mr. Raxin...
Ruxin. ...doesn't show up
on December 22, we will not be able
to honor this reservation. Great.
I will then see you on the 22nd with Mr. Ruxin
and maybe his wife.
♪ ♪
How you doing?
I've had better weeks.
Look, I'm here to tell you that,
when one door closes, another door opens.
Just like Rajasthan, which opens on Tuesday,
and I think we should go together.
And how about this?
We go, you talk to the maître d',
you say, "Table for Rodney Ruxin,"
we all go in there,
and if you're uncomfortable at any moment,
you just... you leave.
I don't think so, man.
What, are you gonna grief-tinker here?
It's the only thing that keeps me sane.
Look at this! Oh, my God!
Look in the bag! What is it?
It's a dead possum in a bag.
Stage three of Rafi's grief therapy
is facing death.
You can't move forward until you've looked death in the face
and swallowed its blood.
You want me to drink that blood?
Yeah. It's not that bad.
You've had some? Well, yeah.
I wouldn't prescribe a treatment that I wouldn't myself do.
Possums are basically
rodent pomegranates.
They're full of antioxidants.
Right, Doctor? I'm out.
Take care, Andre. Great to see you, man.
Ugh. Get the possum out of here.
Listen, Ruxin. Inside this bag...
Is a dead possum.
Or is Sofia.
If Sofia was hit by my car.
And what we need to figure out right now
is how you are going to get over Sofia/possum.
Let's get through this,
because we've got so many more stages to go.
What is stage four-- rabies shot?
Stage four is shallow grave.
Whose shallow grave?
Your own.
Okay, Russell wants DeAndre Hopkins on the bench,
Vincent Jackson in the lineup. (fax machine ringing, whirring)
(fax machine beeps) Okay, Ruxin.
"Drop Matt Prater, add Robbie Gould."
Fine, Ruxin.
Drop Matt Prater...
(phone ringing)
Hello. ANDRE: Kevin, it's Andre.
I put in a waiver order for John Brown. I didn't get him.
Because you didn't have waiver priority, Andre.
That's crazy. How do you know?
I'm looking at it right here. Sounds suspect.
I'm gonna come over there and see with my own two eyes.
No, do not come over. Andre! (fax machine whirring)
Oh, come on.
(fax machine beeps) Give me this.
"Do not drop Prater."
God. (cell phone buzzes)
Russell, are you kidding me? DeAndre Hopkins back in?
Dan Carpenter? Ugh. (fax machine ringing)
At least your lineup is set.
(machine beeps)
"Adam Vinatieri."
Happy, Ruxin? There's your kicker.
The golden pony. (fax machine ringing, whirring)
(knocking at door)
What?! (fax machine beeps)
Oh, just let yourself in.
Yeah, I picked the lock. I didn't want to bother you.
What do you want?
Well, since the league site's down,
the message board's offline, so it's now powered by MyFace.
And I've got a delivery of smack-talk messages for you.
What? Ruxin wanted me to post a rant.
It's long, but it's filled with really interesting tidbits.
For example, I did not know that you ate a ton of ass.
No. Huh. Yeah.
And since when are you a come junkie?
What? There's no such thing as a come junkie.
Well, according to Ruxin, I'm talking to one right now.
You can't get addicted to come.
Says who?
Will you please leave my house, you idiot?
Ooh, that's good stuff. Save it for the message board.
(sighs) Write it down.
Here. It's a two-parter.
That's not how the message board works.
(whistling a tune) (bicycle bell rings)
Extra, extra. Read all your shit talk.
Get your daily message board.
Daily message board delivery.
Oh. It's a big one.
Yeah, it's the Sunday edition.
So I'm guessing Ruxin still hasn't left his house.
Yeah, he's too busy faxing me every 30 seconds.
Come on, guys. It's game day.
Keep the message board chatter up.
I'm posting all the time, but no one reads them.
Yeah, your stupid posts went in the junk folder.
JENNY: I gotta say,
this is weird--
watching the games without computers.
Yeah, there are way less screens to not care about.
Anybody got tabs on how Devonta Freeman is doing?
You don't have Devonta. Well, I have him in my daily league...
Uh-uh. No, no, no, no. No daily league talk here, okay?
Here we go.
We are bombarded by their commercials, okay?
The last thing I need is you squawking about it.
It's old-school, Pete.
Embrace it. It brings us back to a simpler time.
A time before there were daily fantasy ads
every 30 seconds or weekly payouts.
A time where we played fantasy football
for the love of the game
that reduced the game that we love to points.
Amen. Amen.
Do you remember that, Pete? Back then, it was just
a celebration of narcissistic individual achievement.
To be able to make up a trophy that metaphorically said,
"I just (bleep) you in the ass."
And then to have that trophy
literally (bleep) you in the ass.
"I'm inside me!"
Yes. That only happened like one time.
Pete, think about that.
Try to remember that feeling.
The feeling that you had
when you didn't care anymore about the Bears,
because the 3-Petes had Aaron Rodgers,
the Lady MacArthurs were a team you wanted to destroy,
and you wanted to be inside the Pleasures of Andre's Sister.
Those were the teams that mattered.
Now it's just... it's all about the money.
I don't know if now is a bad time to mention,
I'm actually in the running for millions of dollars, so it's...
ANDRE: Oh, come on.
Oh, there you go, Pete. Devonta Freeman just got
his third touchdown of the day. What?! Yeah!
How dare you. No, no, no. Shh.
I was gonna say, it's very interesting,
and I'm gonna get a beer.
So, who's winning this shit show?
No one yet, but I have to wait till the Monday games
are over, then I can do the math.
I have a message for your message board, Taco.
Post this bad boy. Oh.
"Bulls hit."
Basketball-related. Hmm.
(fax machine ringing, whirring)
God, Ruxin's at it again. Oh, you know what?
I actually have been wanting to post something
on the message board as well.
Ah, can't wait to read your message.
RUXIN: Thanks for coming over
to watch the games here.
Well, I didn't really have a choice, did I, Ruxin?
Considering you continued to inundate me
with fax after fax after fax.
Okay, how are my boys doing?
You having fun? Ooh, you need some more chippies?
Here we go. You're blocking the TV.
Ugh. See what he's like to me when he's watching his games?
I'm all but invisible.
What is going on here?
Sorry. This is stage nine of Rafi's grief therapy.
"Everything back to normal." Right.
Ruxin's used to having a wife around the house
to do stuff, so... for now, that's going to be me.
This makes perfect sense, and I'm happy for both of you.
How about a coaster there, buddy?
Otherwise, there's gonna be a ring on the table.
Well, so what? I bought the coffee table.
If there's a ring, there's a ring. Oh, this is what it is.
He's always throwing the money in my face.
You know, you don't appreciate everything I do.
I happen to have made you a delicious dinner last night,
which he did not touch.
He cooked it in the toilet.
I cooked it in the kitchen.
The kitchen toilet.
No, I cooked it in the toilet kitchen.
Okay, you know what? I'm-I'm a little uncomfortable.
I just think you guys should settle this on your own.
Brian, you stay right there. I want you to see
the way he treats me. He won't even look at me.
Look at me! Kevin, all you hearing is the nagging?
- Are you hearing the nagging that I get every day? - Oh, the nagging!
That's all he says-- the nagging, the nagging. The nagging. Nag, nag.
You know what? TV off, okay?
Turn the TV back on. Turn the TV back on. TV off right now.
Because you are gonna look at me...
I am watching TV with my friend!
I deserve your love!
You don't deserve shit!
Oh, wow!
I deserve as much shit as anybody else.
Kevin, do you see what I deal with on a day-to-day basis?
If it wasn't for Baby Geoffrey, I would leave.
His name is Kevin!
His name is Baby Geoffrey! He's our son!
How do you not know that?
He's not your son. Okay, fine.
Here you go. You can watch your precious games.
Thank you. You can talk to your precious friends.
I'm done with you!
Stage nine is over!
KEVIN: Oh, my God.
Oh, and by the way,
I'm pregnant.
I pooped on it this morning,
and it's positive.
And it's yours!
(sniffs)
Oh, God, why did I smell it?
Congratulations.
That's ten for the defense,
14 for Calvin Johnson,
12 for Eric Decker and...
and bam! 12 hundred and 17.
How's it going there, Beautiful Mind?
Uh, pretty good.
So... am I in the playoffs?
Ah, we'll see.
We'll see. Oh, see you later.
(whispering): I have no idea.
No, no, no, no.
Ruxin, Ruxin, listen to me. No, no, no.
Just hear me out on this, okay?
No. This is it.
This is the final stage of Rafi's grief therapy.
I don't want it.
A release. Oh, my God.
Okay? Oh, my God.
Rafi. See, you weren't able
to make love to Sofia one last time before she died.
So for tonight, I will be Sofia.
And you will make love to me... Rafi.
No, I'm your beautiful wife, Sofia.
No, you have a beard and smell like
a grease fire at a crab shack.
I'm Sofia.
I can't believe I'm about to do this.
Sofia.
Yeah?
I am not going to have sex with you.
Ooh, hard to get.
No, I'm not playing hard to get. Okay, I'll play
this game, mister. Beep, boop, beep. Stop.
Don't worry-- Sofia told me everything you like.
I can do it all. (whispers): Better.
Okay.
All right.
Let's do this. Let's do this.
Oh, I'm ready for action.
Maybe I'll set the mood. Ooh, I love this.
A little romance. Yeah.
Now we're talking.
Let me just take this... (gags) Yeah.
What is that? It's a vanilla candle.
No, no... (gags) Yeah.
You know that vanilla candles make me nauseous.
Ruxin, put that aw... (gags)
It's your favorite, Sofia. No.
No, no, it's me, bro, Rafi, for a minute.
I know that your brother Rafi
- has a gag reflex when he smells vanilla candles. - No, no, R...
Ruxin. Time out, Ruxin.
(gags) Sofia, stop dry-heaving
for one second and listen to me.
I love you
and I'll never stop loving you,
but it's time to let you go.
I release you.
Aw... (gags)
Hey...
I'm proud of you, man.
You did it.
Now let's celebrate with some man-on-man butt stuff.
No. (gs)
I'm gonna have dinner with my buddies.
I'll change and join?
I'm going to leave you with this candle
and your super weird body. No..(gags)
Bye, Rafi.
♪ ♪
I got this.
Hell Reservation for Ruxin.
And, um, where is Mr. Raxin?
Oh, Mr. Ruxin is right here.
Oh, Rodney.
(door opens)
Wha... Oh, my God,
are you kidding me, Andre?
Here he is, right here. Mr. Rodney Ruxin.
Everybody calls me Ruspin.
So... should we go to Uno's?
Yeah, deep dish tonight. No, guys, I put on a dress.
You're Mr. Raxin? ANDRE: Rux.
Yup. Pete has sex with Kevin all thee.
Forever not clean.
(chuckles) Shut up.
Uh, Mr. Raxin, I'm afraid
I'm going to have to see some identification.
BOTH: Um...
Driver's license?
A valid driver's license?
Would an Illinois driver's license
or a black AmEx be preferable?
Oh, my God.
Oh, this is my good friend Taco.
Shut up, no, this is Rodney Ruxin.
My law firm, Hudabega, Hudabega & Bethesda
has done some work
for your restaurant.
Mr. Raxin, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Sidarra, please seat these fine young people.
Yes. Let's eat. Oh, sweet, I'm starving.
Did any of you know it was me?
And Mr. Raxin's wife?
Oh. Turns out she is dead. Mm.
RUXIN: All right, Kevin,
you got the scores-- who's going to the playoffs?
Guys, don't worry, I have all the fantasy news
that is fit to print. All right.
If you'll raise your glass.
I am in the DraftKings world championships.
No, no, no. Unmentionable. Oh, boo. Come on.
Please. No on gives a shit.
Everyone here should give a shit, and you should, too.
Really? Remember the bet we made about
- who would be happiest at the end of this season? - Mm-hmm.
Well, I'm feeling happy because
I'm in the running for a million dollars.
Pete, money doesn't buy you happiness.
Take it from me-- I'm a very rich man.
And excruciatingly unhappy.
I am a single man
with endless possibilities. I mean, who knows
what's right around the corner for me. All we care about
- is who is in the playoffs. It's Tuesday night, Kevin. - Yes.
Tell us the standings. Ooh, yeah. What do we got?
JENNY: Come on, baby. Come on. Okay. Bam. Check it out.
Ooh. Yeah. Come on.
I got 67? Nice.
What? Babe, you lost to pocket change.
No, no, no-- we have a tie. What does that mean
for the playoffs? I know. I haven't figured out
all the tiebreaker scenarios. What do you mean
you haven't figured out how the tiebreakers work?
It's got something to do with your record versus
- the other person's record. Points for and points against. - Oh, my God.
Come on, this is bullshit.
How do we know you're not making these numbers up?
I worked very hard on these numbers.
That's not an answer, Kevin.
Ruxin, I fell asleep at my desk.
Still not an answer. Show your work.
You want to see how the sausage is made?
Here it is.
Have at it. Hey,
I didn't play Robbie Gould as my kicker.
You did it one time.
Is this even my team?
I'm honestly asking. I don't...
Wait, wait, wait-- C. Johnson?
I wanted Calvin Johnson.
You put in Chris Johnson?
I'm sorry, I couldn't read your mind.
You know what's so interesting about this
is that I'm gonna be a millionaire.
Wait, what is this?
Chalupa helped me with some of the math.
Oh, boy. He knows what he's doing
and I was in the weeds.
This does not stand, okay? No.
No, this is bullshit. And my win stands.
Fine. Like all good commissioners, I knew
that you would say this, so I came up with a plan B.
Okay, what is it? Tell 'em... tell 'em what the plan B is, babe.
Plan B is this:
all this bullshit goes out the window.
Whew. We start completely fresh, okay?
Everyone is in the playoffs.
Highest score wins The Shiva,
lowest score gets The Sacko. (blows raspberry)
Thunderdome style.
I guess I would prefer to beat all of you
than just one of you. Right?
This is bullshit. I lost fair and square.
I got shit to do next week.
Can we all agree, please? A one-week, all-in Shiva Bowl.
Yes. Yes. TACO: Yes.
Great, good. Settled.
Yeah, but we should seal the deal
by paying our respects.
But we don't have The Dre.
We've got something much better.
(sitar music playing)
(Jenny sighs)
(sighs)
Oh, bless me, Shiva.
You're better than a million bucks.
Shiva Komedi, I'm gonna put my weenie in your pagini.
Visualize it.
Not close enough.
♪ ♪
Move, bozo.
Out of here. A little respect. What? Hey.
♪ ♪
Ruxin. Ruxin, you're fogging up the glass.
How was dinner, sir? Absolutely fantastic.
I actually would like to make a reservation...
No.
Hi, Andre.
Hey. Meegan.
What are you doing here?
It's the biggest opening in Chicago. Wouldn't miss it.
How are you... how are you doing?
Pretty good.
(whistles) Oh. Whoa.
She got fat.
JENNY: Wow.
Or pregnant, taco.
Oh.
I really just won that bet.
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