01x01 - Pilot

[bunniefuu]

{\an8}[drums beating]

[dramatic music playing]

[steam hissing]

[slicing]

[door opens, bell chimes]

[tense music plays]

[greets in other language]

[tense music rises]

[phone buzzes, beeps]

[in English] Yeah, I'm here now.

Let's see if this guy
is as good as the rumors.

[phone beeps]

[both speaking
in other language]

[man in English]
You know, Chef,

we've been hearing
about your knife skills,

your patience making rice.

You know, they say your wasabi
is homegrown.

So what is it?

{\an8}What's your secret?

Oh, I guess we gotta
taste it for ourselves.

[tense music plays]

[music stops]

No soy sauce.

Mmm.

Mmm. Oh!

[chuckling in awe]

[chuckles] Impressive.

Damn! [chuckles] Yeah.

But the thing is...

{\an8}I'm one of those people
who thinks

{\an8}everything...

is better with soy sauce.

[dramatic music plays]

- [blade slices]
- [men gasp]

- [man 1] Oh, sh*t!
- [man 2] What the f*ck!

[body thuds]

No soy sauce.

[dramatic music plays]

- [people chattering]
- [siren wailing]

[tires screech]

[siren fades, stops]

[kids laughing]

[kid] Bro, ew, it's squishy!

[kid 2 laughing] Oh, yeah!

Kick it-- Oh...

- I got it, I got it.
- Hey!

- [Cynda Lynn] That's evidence.
- Oh, sh*t.

- Knock that off.
- [kid 1] Let's get outta here.

[kid 2] Let's go!

[scoffs] g*dd*mn Outer Ring.

[bangs table] Mmm, yum,
this uni melts in your mouth.

- You got any more?
- [door opens, bell chimes]

[greets in other language]

[in English] I'm sorry,
am I interrupting your lunch?

[Kroc]
It's all good, Detective.

Headless disrespected
the chef and--

[Thomas] Yeah, I mean,
it's an open and shut case.

[Kroc] We're done.

We are far from done.

Now get your asses up

- and secure this crime scene.
- [groans]

Fine, fine.
Our asses are up, see?

Thanks for the taste, Chef.

[Kroc] That was mind-blowing.

What's this guy doing
all the way out here?

You're not from
Los Angeles, are you?

- Japan?
- Hai.

You came all that way

to open up a restaurant
in the Outer Ring?

Hmm. A man of few words, huh?

Please, I make for you.

[stammers] I-- I'm not
interested in your food.

You got a name?

Jiro.

Jiro.

So what you're telling me

is that you cut a man's head off

for using soy sauce?

- Hai.
- [scoffs]

I do not believe this.

I should arrest you,

but nobody gives a sh*t
about a decapitation

in the Outer Ring.

Except you just beheaded
Louie Cervantes,

who happens to be the biggest
fruit purveyor in the city.

He was Bob's man,
and Bob's not gonna be happy.

- Bob?
- Don't play dumb.

Did Rose pay you to k*ll Louie?

[sighs] Bob's rival, Rose.

You're working for her, right?

You have no idea what
you just stepped in, do you?

- Hai.
- Yeah, well.

You'll see soon enough.

Please, for you.

Yeah, I've lost my appetite.

Clean this mess up.

Or I'll be back to issue
a health code violation.

[woman grunts, yells]

Hmm?

Ugh, let go of me!

[grunts]

[man] You speak English, right?

You buy your beans from us,
Ms. Guerrero.

So quit trying to grow your own
or there will be consequences.

Do you understand?

[blade scraping]

[man 2] Oh, sh*t,
that's the sushi chef

everyone's been talking about.

The one that cut off

Louie Cervantes' head
this morning.

Oh.

Honestly, Louie had it coming.

Chef says no soy sauce
and you use soy sauce?

It's g*dd*mn disrespectful.

Hey, Chef!

[blade scraping]

- Hmm.
- [grunts]

{\an8}Don't make us come back.

{\an8}[snaps fingers]

[car doors close]

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Here, pupusa.

For you.

- Mmm.
- Whoa! Can I see your knife?

Cam, sweetie, not now.
Go inside.

You know, everyone raving
about your sushi

wants to know your secret.
I've got a bet with my sister.

I say it's the way
you slice the fish.

She thinks it's the ponzu, but--

Cam! Now.

I'll check out the knife later.

- [blows raspberry]
- [sighs]

- [door opens, closes]
- I know you're relatively

new around here, but playing
hero in the Outer Ring

will get you k*lled.

Anyway, my sister and I
do owe you a thanks.

So...

thanks.

Add a little hot sauce.
It brings out the flavor.

[seagulls squawking]

[indistinct whispering]

[whispering grows louder]

Oi, I'll take that piece.

[sighs] Not today, pal.

I can't sell to you.

Sorry, Jiro.

Next!

We didn't get a chance to
introduce ourselves yesterday.

I'm Monty.

Get in the car, Jiro.

Someone wants to meet you.

You brought five men?

Get in the f*ck' car.

I was expecting more.

[vehicles honking]

[child squealing]

[honking]

[whirring]

- Where ya headed?
- The Summit.

Oh, yeah?
You got a reservation?

Don't need one. I work there.

Oh, sh*t. Sorry.

Why didn't you say so?

Go right through.

Hey, hey, uh, listen.

My girl would be so impressed

if I could get a resy, you know?

It doesn't even need to be
at a good hour.

[all chuckling]

We'll have dinner at
four o' clock, if we have to.

Yeah, man, no problem. For you?

First opening's in two years.

[guard] Wait, who do I call?

[dings, whirs]

[people chattering]

[Monty] Okay.

Time to meet the man.

[slurping]

Is this Jiro?

Is this the man that k*lled
my best fruit purveyor?

- It's the guy that--
- I wasn't talking to you.

Did you k*ll Louie?

- Hai.
- Yeah, hi.

I'm Bob.

And you, brother,
are not long for this world.

[pot scraping]

- Whoa, what're you doing?
- Oh.

Uh, Chef, this hollandaise
is starting to congeal.

I was just gonna
make a fresh batch.

This is brunch.

Uh, right. That's why I was--

- This is brunch!
- Uh...

Do you really think
those people out there

- appreciate fresh hollandaise?
- Sorry, Chef.

They're paying 50 bucks

- for eggs benedict.
- Uh-huh.

- They're idiots.
- No, I'm sorry.

- Idiots will eat anything.
- I was just trying to-- Please!

- We save good food...
- Oh, no. No!

- ...for diners with taste.
- I'm sorry, Chef. I'm sorry.

- Not for people too slow...
- I'm so sorry. No, no, wait!

- ...on mimosas...
- What're you doing?

...to be able to taste
a g*dd*mn thing.

[muffled yelling]

[choking]

I hate brunch.

I really do.

[body squelching]

Do you know how rare it is
for a chef in the Outer Ring

to attract my attention?

It's not often you hear people
refer to one's cooking as

"arresting, exact,
transcendent."

My sources even referred to you
as "God's personal chef."

[chuckles]

So what is it?

Homemade vinegar?
It's the rice vinegar, right?

Guess I just need to taste it.

I want you to cook for me.

And if it meets my
incomparable standards,

I'll invest.

And maybe we talk expansion.

Possibly even the Inner Ring.

What do you say, Jiro-san?

No.

No?

No.

[snaps fingers] Why don't you
take some time

to think about it?

Because I heard

you're having trouble
getting your sushi supply.

Not good for a sushi chef.

There's more where that
came from.

Don't think on my offer
for too long, Jiro.

Like most things
in this kitchen,

it has an expiration date.

And when something expires,

there's nothing left to do,

but to throw it out.

[indistinct chatter]

Uh, here. It's a Three-Ring
Delivery Pass,

so anytime you wanna
come back, just use that.

What, no "thanks," sushi man?

[scoffs] What are you, a mute?

You got nothing to say?

[speaks in other language]

[in English]
Sorry, I don't speak Asian.

This is a Japanese saying
that means,

"The mouth is a source
of disaster."

Sometimes it is best
to keep your mouth

shut.

[tires screech, horn honks]

[yelling] Die!

[g*nf*re]

[exclaims] sh*t!

[yelling]

[grunts]

- f*cking vegans!
- [grunts]

[firing continues]

This is going to hurt.

[Jiro grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[ringing]

[exhales]

{\an8}[snores lightly]

{\an8}[groans]

{\an8}[exhales, grunts]

[gasps]

[grunts]

- [breathes heavily]
- [woman] You're up.

Good.

It's Jiro, yes?

[chuckles] Don't worry.

I'm not planning
to take anything.

In fact, here,
there are no fish.

No fish, no fowl,
no meat, no dairy.

Which must sound dreadful
to a man like yourself.

I make no judgements.

[scoffs] Of course you do.

We are chefs.
All we do is judge.

"This is too salty,
this is too sweet."

"This is overcooked,
undercooked."

"This plate
is ready to go out."

"This plate should be
thrown in the trash."

Do not tell me
you make no judgements.

My name is Rose.

And I'd like to feed you.

Hmm.

Please. Eat.

I'm like you, Jiro.
I'm a purist.

The vegetables and fruit,

in my opinion,
speak for themselves.

I challenge you to
create a dish, any dish,

that's more perfect than
a ripe tomato,

with a dash of salt.

Mmm.

[sighs] So good.

[laughs softly]

And all we had to do
was grow it.

No k*lling involved.
I hate k*lling, Jiro.

Well, I should say,
I hate k*lling animals.

How about you, Jiro?

What's your relationship
with k*lling?

I would prefer not to.

Not what I hear.

You've attracted the attention
of Bob, Jiro.

And Bob is going to
want to own you.

And if you don't submit,

he'll end you.

But there's another way.

You and me team up.

And we take him down.

[tense music playing]

I...

do not want to be involved.

[laughs] Wanting's
got nothing to do with it.

Carrot and stick, my friend.

You've tasted my carrot,

you don't want any part
of my stick.

Now, let me show you something.

[soft music playing]

[elevator dings]

Climate change, food scarcity,
blah, blah, blah.

Where some people see
impending doom, I see...

opportunity.

There's money to be made
in sustainable food.

Help yourself.

If you see anything you like,
it's yours.

Hmm.

Make sure to take plenty
of our heirloom tomatoes.

And once you have a taste,

you'll be back for more.

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [police siren chirps]

- [Kroc] Cynda!
- Hey.

You gotta try these
anchovy toasts.

What the hell are you doing?

They make them with Calabrian
chili butter! Delightful!

Unless you want some
chili butter up your a*s

- then get to work.
- [Kroc sighs]

- Yeah, okay.
- Sorry, Boss.

Yeah, we're listening.

Look, it'd be one thing if this
went down in the Outer Ring.

But the Inner Ring?
We rarely see it.

sh*t's going down.
Hitting a boiling... point.

Wait, radio said
there were four victims.

Why do I only see three?

What? Weird.

Uh, there were four
just a minute ago.

[Cynda] Hey, hey!
Stop right there!

[man] Just taking the body
to the morgue, Detective.

Uh-huh.
You mind turning around?

I said, turn around.

[man] Okay! Okay.

I'm turning around.

- [grunts]
- Oh, f*ck! Cynda!

[Kroc] Hold it right there!
Don't you move.

Ah, sh*t, freeze! Freeze!

- He's getting away!
- [tires squeal]

Damn it! I can't believe
he got away.

- He was so fast!
- [groans]

sh*t, Cynda! Are you okay?

Where were you hit?

[Kroc] This is Kroc.
We have an officer down.

Send an ambulance.

The f*ck was that?

[engine rumbling]

[tense music playing]

[fire crackling]

Huh. That's one hell
of a bad review.

The clock's ticking.

You need to pick a side.

And you better pick one fast.

[tires screech]

I called the fire department
two hours ago.

No one showed up.

Nobody cares what happens
to us in the Outer Ring.

You know, my father opened
this place 30 years ago.

He wanted it to be
passed down through our family

for generations.

Then it is worth fighting for.

You just got here.

I've been here my whole life.
What would you know?

Besides, you've been noticed
by the Inner Ring.

Soon enough you'll have
your own restaurant there

and that's the last
we'll ever hear from you.

There is no secret.

Tell your sister not the fish
or rice or wasabi.

Every ingredient
is treated equally,

with the same care.

You lose sight when focusing
on individual pieces.

All that matters
is what they make

as a whole.

I still think it's the ponzu.

[Monty] Is it done?

Yeah, Boss, it's done.

In fact, I'd say it's well done.

- [both laugh]
- [snaps fingers]

It's been a long day.

Someone go fix me a steak.

Yeah, I got you, Boss.

Make it bloody.

[tense music playing]

[beeping]

What the hell?

For f-- What the hell
is going on in there?

- [coughing] Jesus.
- [beeping continues]

[coughing] I said "bloody."

- [thumping]
- Huh?

[thumping continues]

Hel-- Hello?

[beeping continues]

Hey, where the f*ck
did everyone go?

[thumping grows louder]

[steam hissing]

[coughs] Holy sh*t!

[gasps]

[panting]

[gasps] What the f*ck?

Oh, my God!

- [screams]
- [thuds]

- [blade slices]
- [screaming]

You! [screams]

[bike roaring]

[bike roaring]

Someone just left this
out front.

[both] Huh?

Whoa!

[phone ringing]

[Freddie sighs] It's him.

- [beeps]
- Bob.

I got your message, Rose.

My message?

It's one thing to take out
a couple of low-level busboys,

but Monty was a Made Chef.

[chuckles] I don't know
what you're talking about.

Have it your way.
You're cooked.

- [sighs]
- [phone beeps]

What is he talking about?

[sighs] as*h*le.

[bike roaring]

[kettle whistling]

[tense music playing]

[closing theme music playing]