("The Day the World Went Away"
by Nine Inch Nails playing)
(vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues)
(Sydney sighs)
-SYDNEY: Morning.
-Good morning.
You want me to
make you some coffee?
-Uh...
-EMMANUEL: Stomach still?
Ah, it's alright.
I'll just grab something
on the way.
Thanks. Um, still
coming tonight, right?
Most definitely.
-EMMANUEL: Are you excited?
-Yeah!
I don't believe you.
I am. I am.
It's just... I don't know.
I am.
It's gonna be really good.
I have no idea
how you do what you do.
But I am excited.
Well, thanks, Dad.
It means a lot.
I know you can put
a lot of pressure on yourself.
Yeah, well, I live in
a two-bedroom apartment
with you.
Don't own a car.
And for dinner the other night,
I had a left Twix,
so I think
pressure's our friend here.
EMMANUEL:
But that's okay is the point.
Because I love you very much.
And I'm very proud of you.
And if you need
to live here forever,
I want you to live here forever.
I never want you to feel like
you have to make
everything the thing.
Why can't we put
everything that we have
into everything that we can?
EMMANUEL:
Baby, if that's true,
then why put so much
pressure on this one?
Because I...
I don't know
if I could do another one.
(sighs)
Anyway, listen,
I'll see you later tonight.
It's-it's gonna be really good.
-EMMANUEL: I'll see you tonight.
-Yeah. Alright.
Love you, Chef.
("Strange Currencies"
by R.E.M. playing)
The m*therf*cking glasses
came off!
Carm, this is a good thing.
♪ ♪
-(screams)
-(brays)
♪ ♪
DONNA:
Are you m*therf*ckers...
okay?
♪ ♪
-Hi. Hello.
-(Carmy sighs)
You were the most
excellent CDC
at the most
excellent restaurant
in the entire
United States of America.
What are you
doing here, I guess.
♪ You will be mine
all the time ♪
♪ Now fool might be
my middle name ♪
(clock ticking)
♪ But I'd be foolish
not to say ♪
SUGAR: Morning.
Morning.
You okay?
Mm-hmm. Fine.
(sighs)
Got some super-fun stuff
I wanna talk to you about.
Okay, great.
I got a couple of those, too.
Wanna go first?
CARMY:
Yeah, I'd love to. Um...
Tipping versus not tipping,
which should be
a simple conversation
and not unpleasant at all.
And also,
what the hell is that?
-SUGAR: It's a painting.
-CARMY: Yeah, I hate it.
SUGAR: Okay, well,
I texted you a picture of it
and asked if it was
okay to hang.
What, so you just hung it up?
What's wrong with your shoulder?
I said don't answer
if it's okay to hang.
My shoulder's just...
Ugh. I don't know.
Okay, great. My turn.
Uh, the sandwich window
can't open
because it isn't
ServSafe certified.
It's gotta be
ServSafe certified
in order to open.
And I don't know.
Ebra didn't renew
his ServSafe certification.
It was crossed off the list.
Yeah, well,
turns out crossing off
isn't an exact science.
Any idea how we could
do that very quickly?
Yeah, I do.
-Jimmy?
-Jimmy.
Stevie and Michelle
can't come tonight,
which is a bummer.
CARMY: Hmm.
Also, I invited Mom.
You invited Mom?
Yeah.
It's Friends and Family.
Friends and Family is also
not an exact science, Sug.
I don't want you
to freak out if you see her.
I don't want you
to freak out if you don't.
What exactly is
a ServSafe certificate?
-Don't deflect.
-I'm not deflecting.
I'm still thinking
about that painting.
SUGAR: ServSafe
is food safety training.
-CARMY: It's unlike me.
-SUGAR: Safety training
is unlike you?
The painting is unlike me, Nat.
Okay.
I'm fine on Mom.
You sure?
I'm fine on Mom.
SUGAR: Okay.
I'll get rid of the painting.
Thank you.
(Carmy sighs)
(train rumbling)
-Hey. -Hey. Uh, so we don't have
full waitstaff right now.
We just have runners.
Yeah, maybe
we just do the nine course.
Yeah, yeah.
No, that's good
for a run-through.
-Cool. Hmm.
-Um...
-Maybe...
- the crudo?
-CARMY: Crudo and, uh...
-One of the pastas.
-Yes. The, uh, cavatelli.
-The cava--
-CARMY: Yeah. Perfect.
-SYDNEY: Alright.
Oh, did you get
a hold of Tony yet?
No, not yet.
Um, you have a...
-SYDNEY: Oh. Yeah.
-CARMY: And... Yeah.
Actually, I've got
something for you.
-Okay.
-Uh, for later.
-Um, new uniforms in?
-Yeah.
Do you wanna just do
blues until service?
Yes, Chef.
-Yeah.
-Cool.
Um, hey, who is Tony again?
The fridge guy.
f*ck me.
-f*ck me. God f*cking dammit.
-It's okay.
No, I'm sorry.
I just, I just missed him.
-Yeah, dude. Yeah.
-CARMY: I'm sorry.
I know you just missed him.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. f*ck.
SYDNEY: I just feel
like at this point,
I'm putting so much into this.
-I know.
-And I don't know, man,
-it's the same thing...
-CARMY: I know.
-...that you've been saying.
-I know. I know!
I'm not trying to...
I just need your focus
like you need mine.
I-I don't wanna share it.
I'm sorry.
I understand. Yeah... Yes?
-Yes. Hi.
-Carm, I forgot to ask
because
I'm slowly withering away.
Did you hear from Tom?
Who-who is Tom?
Who's Tom?
-Tom's the fridge guy.
-Tony's the fridge guy.
No, no,
Tony's the fridge guy.
-I'll do it.
-SUGAR: Tom or Tony?
-No, I... I'll do it.
-Can you just call him?
-Okay.
-No. Hey, I'll do it.
-I'll do it. I'll do it.
-SYDNEY: Mm-hmm.
Do you have a phone these days?
Yes, Nat, I have a phone.
Okay.
-Thank you.
-SUGAR: Mm-hmm.
Well, how are you, um,
feeling about menu?
Good, good.
Menu looks good.
Looks like a menu. And...
-Just gotta do it, like,
a thousand times now.
-Hmm.
-You good?
-I mean, ask me later.
You?
(sighs)
What's your relationship
with your mom like?
Okay. Where did that come from?
Um, uh, Nat, Nat invited
our mom to, uh,
to dinner, so...
It's not-not-not good?
It's not good.
I mean, it's, um, it's fine.
It's fine for me 'cause I know
that it's like
a f*ckin' disaster.
I know what to expect,
but for Nat, it's...
It's really not good.
She-she expects, like,
some kinda f*ckin' miracle
or something.
Well, to answer your question,
I-I don't really have
a great relationship with my...
Um... She's dead. She d*ed.
I could have probably
said that a bit smoother.
Yeah, she d*ed
when I was, like, four. Lupus.
I feel... I'm sorry.
I feel like I should have
known that or something.
No. Don't, don't, don't, don't.
Don't do the... that thing.
-The, like...
-What?
"I'm sorry for your loss" thing.
It's okay,
it happened a while ago,
and, you know, I don't know.
-Alright, well--
-I was young.
-Whatever.
-I'm sorry.
-Thank you.
-Yeah. (clears throat)
Yeah, so we don't really
have the best relationship
just 'cause of the whole,
like, dead thing.
That'll do it.
-That'll really do it. Yeah.
-CARMY: Yeah.
-(Richie chuckles)
-What's up?
Why don't you go lay down?
Hmm, if I lay down,
I will never stand up again.
Show me the month.
Okay, um...
Here, sit down.
Thank you.
-Huh.
-Huh?
-Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh what?
We're good for
a couple weeks and then...
It's not bad.
-No, it's-it's not bad.
-It's not.
But it's barely good.
And we need great.
Well, food costs,
labor aren't cheap.
All these cooks aren't cheap.
You know what else isn't cheap?
Cantaloupe and caviar.
Correct.
-Dope, though.
-It's definitely dope.
So dope the menu
has to go up five.
Yeah.
Five, seven. Agreed.
-Yeah, you're thinking that?
-RICHIE: I think so.
I'm not actually entirely sure
what we're talking about.
Yeah, we gotta raise the prices
by five percent.
Uh... word.
(sighs) I won't panic yet.
I'm not gonna panic.
-Yeah, likewise, Chef.
-Yeah.
How full are we next week?
Next week? We're full.
SUGAR: Yeah? And then?
And then, you know,
not as full.
Okay, we die down, we die.
-Mm-hmm.
-Is there a waitlist?
How many holds every night?
-None.
-Okay.
I'm panicking.
No. Come on.
f*ck that. We got this.
-Yeah?
-RICHIE: Mm-hmm
We got this.
("New Noise" by Refused playing)
Alright, Chef,
I need you to salt that
like a sidewalk.
Like my childhood home.
The f*ck did you
grow up, Arizona?
-CONNOR: Chef.
-CARMY: Look. Okay?
-Pans, please.
-CONNOR: Yes, Chef.
CARMY:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Why is this on the left side?
It should be on the right side
'cause we're all right-handed.
-CONNOR: Whoa! sh*t!
-SYDNEY: Jesus Christ!
-JOSH: Butterfinger boy!
-(yells)
CARMY:
Okay, that's my fault.
Who the f*ck put it
on the left side?
The contractor,
who's left-handed,
who called you
about fifty-eleven times
asking what side to put it on.
-Carmen, do you
even have a phone?
-Yes, I have a phone, T.
Why didn't you tell him
to put it on the right side?
Because you're the one
who asked for final approvals
over all equipments, Chef.
-That was you.
-TINA: Focus. Please.
Bro, that's wild fast.
TINA:
That's obscenely fast.
MARCUS:
You all are like
making me nervous.
Carmen, I'm ready
when you're ready.
CARMY: Yeah,
I'll be right there, Chef.
Alright.
Two hours to open, Chefs.
-Menu run in .
-ALL: Chef.
CARMY:
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Chef, Chef. Behind.
-Did you taste this?
-DANIELA: Um, not yet.
Needs way more acid.
Reduce that for,
like, ten minutes maybe?
The consistency
is not there.
Yes, Chef.
Behind, behind, behind.
CARMY:
We need the handles
at -degree angles.
Okay? We can grab 'em faster.
Every second counts. Chefs!
ALL: Yes, Chef.
-SYDNEY: Behind, behind, behind.
-Chef.
-Check.
-Looks gorgeous, Chef.
-SYDNEY: Checked. Thank you.
-CARMY: Marcus, you ready?
-Let's do it, Chef.
-CARMY: Behind.
Corner.
-Syd?
-SYDNEY: Yep. Coming.
Behind you.
Alright, so we got number one...
Mom's Honeybun.
-That's nice, Chef.
-Thank you, Chef.
Number two.
You guys seen this one already.
But... Copenhagen Sundae.
-Well, this is like a classic.
-Right?
Number three
is Sydney's Donut...
in parentheses
After Carm Destroyed it
Like a Little Bitch.
I don't really know where
the name came from.
Definitely not from some assh*le
who's gonna feel like sh*t
about it
for the rest of his life.
MARCUS:
Yeah, definitely not.
But I am glad
he feels like sh*t.
-I-I vote we workshop the name.
-Good.
-Yeah.
-Oh, we can talk about it.
EBRA: Marcus,
package from Denmark.
Thank you, Chef.
And then number four,
bonus edition,
special savory dish.
-CARMY: Wow.
-MARCUS: Wait one second.
(Carmy whistles)
This one is a little bit
of all of us.
Everything that we all
kinda know
about each other and...
And I wouldn't know any of you
if I didn't work at The Beef.
What's this one called?
The Michael.
You can throw down, huh?
TINA:
Jeff? Jimmy's out front.
Yeah, T. Thank you.
-TINA: Housekeeping.
-ALL: Chef!
So what I gotta do?
You'll be fine.
It's a eight-hour online test.
Just, you know,
have him take it tonight.
Health inspectors
aren't coming today.
-You sure about that?
-Nope.
And then there's this.
I wanna know what this is?
Yeah, you most certainly
wanna know what that is.
That, my friend,
is a State of Illinois
Business Certificate
which certifies that The Bear
is allowed to do business
in, and only in,
the great state of Illinois.
Congratulations, partner.
Thank you.
It's, um...
It feels heavy.
Heavy moment, right?
I mean,
odds are against you, kid.
-Is that right?
-Yeah, that's right.
May I share with you a story
of complete and utter failure?
-Yes. I've been waiting.
-CICERO: Wonderful.
Do you remember Alex Gonzalez?
Shortstop for the Cubs?
Um... no.
No, I don't think so.
Right. And it's a shame
you don't think so,
but I'm gonna explain why
you don't think so.
He was a good player.
Solid player.
Moved around a lot.
Cubs had him, like, two years.
One of those years,
they're playing the Marlins.
-Huh.
-CICERO: Right?
Cubbies up three-one.
Top of the eighth. Game six.
National League
Championship f*ckin' Series.
-CARMY: Hmm.
-Okay?
They win, they go
to the World Series,
which at this point
they hadn't been in, like,
I don't know, years, okay?
Runner on first,
runner on second.
There's one out.
Miguel Cabrera hits a choppy,
shitty little thing to Gonzalez.
Right?
And I mean an easy grab,
no-f*ckin'-brainer kinda thing.
But for whatever reason,
Gonzalez is like,
oh, maybe I'll catch it
with my hand and then,
oh, maybe I'll catch it
with my glove
and, oh, maybe
I'll catch it with both.
He bobbled the f*ckin' ball,
didn't make the double play,
couldn't send
the Cubs to the ninth.
Unforced error, right?
The result of that,
the bases are loaded.
And the result of that,
all f*ckin' hell breaks loose.
Error after error after error.
Oh, man. The Cubs
fall apart at the seams.
Marlins score five runs,
Cubs lose.
So why don't we
remember him?
Because that very same inning,
several plays earlier,
Luis Castillo hits a foul ball
to left outfield.
Right? And, oh, my God,
it looks like...
(sighs) it feels like,
it smells like
Moisés Alou gonna
grab that f*ckin' thing
and the Cubs are gonna be
four outs from the pennant.
But instead, just as
Moisés is jumping for the ball,
a fan in the stands
inches from Moisés
does what any g*dd*mn
f*ckin' person would do
with a g*dd*mn f*ckin' ball
flying towards him in a
major league sporting venue.
He tries to catch it.
But his glove
bumps into Moisés' glove,
the f*cking ball drops,
and end of play.
f*ck you, Cubbies.
Bartman.
-Bartman.
-CARMY: Yeah.
And everyone wants
to k*ll little Stevie Bartman.
But Alex Gonzalez's fuckup,
trust me,
it's the real fuckup, right?
Led to eight other fuckups.
But then all of a sudden,
all those fuckups are a wash
'cause of Steven Bartman,
'cause everybody
and their mother
wants to blame
this f*cking guy
instead of the actual
f*ckin' motherfuckin' fuckups
who f*cked it up.
Just a normal guy, right?
You know, with
normal f*ckin' headphones
just reaching for a foul ball...
on a lovely night at Wrigley,
and he ends up
taking the blame
for an entire squad
who literally
took their eye off the ball.
Okay. So we don't
wanna be Bartman, right?
No, dumbass.
You don't wanna be Gonzalez.
You don't wanna be unfocused.
-Are you even f*ckin'--
-Alright. Yeah. Yeah.
CICERO:
Carmen. Carmen. Carmen.
You wanna be the guy, right?
-CARMY: Yeah.
-So be the f*ckin' guy.
This business, like a lot
of businesses, it sucks, right?
But this one sucks extra hard
'cause the profit margins
are non-existent.
-CARMY: Hmm.
-Right?
And unforced errors,
trust me, they're contagious.
So you don't have the luxury
of hiding behind
little Stevie Bartman.
It is all you.
It's all you. Right?
So you gotta put
your f*ckin' head down.
You gotta focus, and you gotta
live this sh*t and nothin' else.
I actually want this place
to work for you, buddy.
I really do.
I don't wanna,
I don't wanna take it from you.
I don't wanna knock it down.
I will take it from you,
I will knock it the f*ck down.
I don't wanna.
But if this is
gonna work for you,
you gotta give up
every f*ckin' minute,
every drop of blood you have.
You cannot
take your eyes off this thing.
And in return, you know
what you're gonna get?
A nice, sharp kick
in your little nuts daily
for the foreseeable future.
Now how is that
all soundin' to you?
I, um...
I've actually kinda
been dating someone.
-Really?
-Yeah.
CICERO: No sh*t.
I gotta tell you, nephew,
I don't know if I've
ever been so happy
to hear anything
in my entire f*ckin' life.
And I say the following
with all the love of my heart.
CARMY: Hmm.
Uh-oh.
CORTEZ:
Family meal up front, y'all.
-SUGAR: Hey.
-Hi.
You okay on the puntarelle sub?
Yeah. Are you okay
on, like, life?
Yeah. Yeah.
I just haven't eaten.
Oh, let me
make you something.
No, I can't.
I can't let you do that.
What are you talking about?
There's...
What-what do you want?
An omelet?
Yeah, I can make you an omelet.
-Yeah?
-Yeah. Go wait in the office.
Hey, thank you.
Ohh. (sighs)
Hi.
SUGAR:
(exhales) Hi!
Oh-oh-oh.
Mm.
I could cry. Honestly.
You're so good. Thank you.
(Sugar sighs)
-Okay. Don't watch me eat.
-I-I... Okay.
You're a f*cking genius.
Shut the f*ck up.
MAN (over phone):
...keep fruits and vegetables
separate from
raw meat, poultry and...
EBRA: Makes sense.
MAN: Produce should
always be washed...
-Excellent.
-MAN: ...before combining it
with other ingredients.
So you'll also wanna clean
and sanitize the prep sink
and work area before starting.
I accept.
(buzzing)
(line ringing)
(buzzing continues)
(buzzing continues)
-MARCUS: Yo, Carm.
-Chef.
-MARCUS: Try this.
-CARMY: Yeah. Yeah.
Mm. (sighs)
-Bravo, Chef. Good.
-Thank you, Chef.
Uh, minutes to open, Chefs.
ALL: Chef!
(phone buzzes)
SYDNEY:
Marcus, this is...
(scoffs) incredible.
Thank you, Chef.
-It's all you.
-f*ck you talking about?
It's all you, dude.
MARCUS:
Yeah. You pushed me.
Okay, because you
let me push you.
That's because you know me.
Ok... Uh, no, no.
We're not doing, like,
a corny f*ckin' back and forth.
What are you,
what are you doing later?
SYDNEY: Well, when's later?
I don't know, like, after work.
I'll probably f*ckin' barf,
like, times.
Okay, well,
would you want to go eat
before that or after
or in between?
Uh, well, I don't know
if there's time.
Also, uh, we have to drill this
with, like, the servers,
so I'm gonna get them
and then,
and then let's run through, um,
just ingredients, any allergies.
Um, that wasn't... that wasn't
like an ask out or anything?
-MARCUS: No, no. No.
-Yeah.
No, no, no, no. I-I just...
Sorry. I just wanted
to make sure.
That would be weird.
I don't know why I, like,
assumed you're--
-Weird?
-SYDNEY: No, no, no, no, no.
-Not-not-not weird, obviously.
-Uh-huh.
No, um, I just more meant...
You know what I meant.
-MARCUS: Yeah, yeah. Mm-hmm.
-Yeah.
Let's... I'm gonna...
This was very good.
-This was very good.
-Cool.
SYDNEY:
Uh, thank you, Chef.
Okay. f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.
f*ck.
First day, lizards.
I wanna thank you guys.
Thank you all so much
for all your hard work.
There's nowhere else
in the world
I'd rather be than right here,
right now with you guys.
We are in the fortunate position
of being able to
blow some f*ckin' minds tonight.
But in order to do that,
we gotta read
some minds, alright?
-Neil, how do we do that?
-We read the room.
RICHIE:
Yeah. How do we do that?
We read, uh, facial expressions.
We listen for verbal cues.
We wanna be
inside of people's minds.
RICHIE:
Yeah. We ask questions, right?
Not too many.
We be f*ckin' nice.
We remember names.
We remember everything.
Alright? When we
walk into this room,
we enter into
a state of profound,
heightened sensitivity.
Now, who remembers
what Vasudeva,
the ferryman, said to Siddartha
on the banks
of the Ganges River?
He whispered, "Listen better."
And that's what we're gonna do.
He also said water glasses
are always full.
Somebody gets up,
that napkin gets folded,
placed on the seat.
If someone looks bored,
make 'em f*ckin' not bored.
You know?
If the food's taking too long,
make that food
not take too long.
If someone looks cold,
Gary, what do you do?
We make them not cold.
That's right.
But don't make 'em ask.
Listen, you know.
Watch. Execute. Alright?
We're gonna be
streets ahead tonight.
Anticipation
creates luxuriation.
Yeah.
Yeah.
f*ckin'...
abra-f*ckin'-cadabra, Chefs.
-Cousin?
-Yeah. Beautiful.
Thank you.
Thank you, cousin.
Um, okay, so, uh...
Tonight is
dress rehearsal, right?
Um, it is designed
to find the cracks.
Um, we're gonna
be doing a tasting menu.
It's nine courses.
That's the best way
to practice, okay?
Uh, it's gonna be crazy.
It's gonna be overwhelming.
That is the point.
Do not get crazy.
Do not get overwhelmed, alright?
I want you guys
to just try to... focus.
-Okay?
-ALL: Chef!
CARMY:
Yes. Um, mistakes will be made
so we can learn from them.
We're all here to learn, right?
I want us to remind our guests
that there are
no checks tonight, okay?
We've got Gary and Neil
over here.
They're our captains.
They're gonna be
floating around.
Uh, Nat's gonna be
in the front of house.
Uh, I'm gonna be in the back
should you need anything.
Uh, thank you.
Thank you, guys.
-Thanks so much.
-SYDNEY: Chefs.
ALL: Chef.
Sorry for being late.
Uh, we, uh...
The-the menu will be as written,
uh, with the exception
of escarole
is gonna be subbed
for puntarelle.
And, uh, there's
a new addition to the menu.
The, uh, mortadella
and parmesan cannoli,
uh, with a mostarda caviar.
"Caviar." It's not really...
-(Sugar chuckles)
-Thanks.
Um, and also we have
a pistachio crush on that.
So, you know,
if you have any questions,
feel free
to ask me or, uh, Chef.
But, yeah. Thank you.
-ALL: Chef!
-CARMY: Thanks, Chef.
SUGAR: Sounds good.
Uh, last reminder, A, B, C.
Always Be Communicating. Okay?
I want the front to know
what the back is up to,
and I want the back to know what
the front is up to at all times.
Keep the notes moving,
keep the dials dialed
and, yeah.
Twenty-five to service.
Let's go to work.
Thank you, guys.
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.
Let's go.
(chefs chattering)
♪ ♪
I'm so excited but I'm scared
but I'm so excited.
I'm aware. I'm aware.
Stop talking.
-You're moving around too much.
-And I'm lookin' really good.
So I'm thinking you should
start calling me Chef.
Well, I'ma keep
calling you jagoff,
'cause that's what you like.
Fak, can't find a screwdriver.
Can I get one, please?
Does it look like I would know
where a screwdriver is?
I'm front of house now.
Oh. Wow, you've changed, huh?
Yeah. f*ck, yeah, he's changed.
Yeah, I'm different now, okay?
I'm front of house, and I don't
know where screwdrivers are.
RICHIE:
Yeah, f*ck screwdrivers.
-FAK: Yeah, f*ck 'em.
-Okay.
-I'll go f*ckin' find--
-Kidding, kidding.
Come on. Here.
I got it on me.
Respect. Thank you, buddy.
-Hey, Carm.
-Yeah?
Uh, is Claire bear
coming tonight?
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I believe, uh,
I believe she is, yeah.
Yeah. We... We love her so much.
-She's nice.
-RICHIE: Yeah.
I like Claire, cousin.
Yeah. No, I like her, too. Uh...
You guys look handsome.
Good job.
Alright. I'll see you out there.
FAK: Thank you, Chef.
Dude, we look good.
(imitates r*fle cocking)
-Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup.
-(imitating g*nf*re)
Bup, bup, bup, bup.
Read your mind.
-Al Capone sh*t.
-Dude. (giggling)
-Hey, Syd.
-Yeah.
Hey, can you come here
help me for a sec?
-Yeah, sure.
-Thanks.
(Carmy sighs)
Um, it's a little uneven.
If you could just
get under here
and hold that top up.
-Yep. Okay.
-Good?
Oh... yeah.
-Yep. Nice.
-SYDNEY: Okay.
-Um...
-Oh, God. I'm sorry.
-No. You're good?
-Yeah, yeah.
Good.
(sighs)
Look you, um...
You deserve my full focus.
And I'm, uh, I'm sorry.
-No, don't.
-It's just, it's, um...
-It's not Claire's fault.
-I-I didn't s... I didn't...
I don't think
it's Claire's fault.
-No, I know.
I know. I'm just...
-Like...
I'm just saying,
my attention shouldn't be split.
You know?
It shouldn't have to be shared.
I understand.
I don't want you to think
I was, like, being jealous
or, like, bitter or whatever,
because that's, like,
not the case at all.
And like thank you
for-for saying that.
And also, she was really nice.
I'm sure she's great.
She is. She is.
She's great.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah. She's so great
it scares the sh*t outta me.
(sighs)
I don't know why
I like said all that stuff.
I think I just, I don't know.
(sighs) I was scared, and...
Yeah, it came out wrong.
-What are you scared of?
-(scoffs)
Yeah, actually, um...
if you can get that side,
I'll hold it up.
-Yeah.
-And then just say more, please.
(sighs)
(sighs) Okay.
-Got it?
-Yeah.
Go ahead.
Uh, I don't know.
I guess...
I guess I'm scared that, like,
I don't have what it takes
to, like, not f*ck this up.
You're not gonna f*ck it up.
Dude, I f*ck things up.
I f*ck things up
all the time, like, every day.
Yeah, but not...
Not like this.
-You could do this without me.
-I couldn't do it without you.
Yeah, you could.
I wouldn't even
wanna to do it without you.
You know, you...
You make me better at this.
You make me better at this.
You still
love to cook, right?
(both chuckle)
-Yeah.
-Yeah?
(sighs)
Best part of my day...
Like ten minutes ago,
I made Nat an omelet.
Yeah.
You love taking care of people.
Yeah, I guess.
What was in the omelet?
Boursin, and uh,
I put chives
and potato chips on top.
-Yeah?
-Oh, yeah.
What kinda potato chips?
Sour cream and onion.
-Oh, f*ck.
-Yeah. Type with the ridges.
I bet that was fire.
Oh, it was
f*ckin' delicious.
That's good.
(sighs) That's good.
(sighs)
If no one comes...
Um...
then nobody comes.
And if they do come
and the food is like total ass?
(sniffs)
Then we'll work on it.
And what if I just like...
completely... melt,
like, I just f*ck up and fail?
I won't let you.
I, um...
-Got that thing
I wanna give you actually.
-Yeah.
♪ I'll be here ♪
♪ Come back ♪
♪ Come back ♪
A friend helped hook this up.
TINA: Yo, Jeffrey,
sign off on this?
Yep.
(vocalizing)
You're not alone, Syd.
Neither are you.
("If You Want Blood"
by AC/DC playing)
♪ It's criminal ♪
Five minutes to open.
Chefs!
-Lights up!
-ALL: Yes, Chef!
We're tasting everything again.
Okay, Chefs?
-ALL: Yes, Chef.
-Tuck in your shirt, please.
Pull butter
from the shelves, Chef.
Yes, Chef!
Behind.
Open this.
Put it away quickly.
Quickly, please, Chef.
CARMY: Grills hot, Chef.
-Yes, Chef. Yes, Chef.
-Steaks tempered.
I want timers on every station.
...to your station now, Chef.
All fish for pick up
on seven fishes
-should be portioned and ready.
-Did you taste it?
-Yes, Chef.
-MAN: Corner!
Yo, yo, why am I lookin'
at you guys?
Parm for Carm.
Got some Parm for Carm?
Richie wouldn't
let us in the front.
CARMY: That's good.
♪ If you want blood ♪
-Bucatini. Portioned?
-ALL: Chef.
-Backup on pancetta?
-ALL: Chef.
-All trays cleaned and polished?
-ALL: Chef.
-Get out right now.
-This used to be my spot!
We met in line.
Carm, you look good, bud.
You look good.
I should restart it, right?
No. It's tremendous, Chef.
-RICHIE: Cousin, up front!
-CARMY: Yeah.
Thank you, Jeffrey.
Listen, Jeff, um, I've still
been using your Kn*fe.
I'm sorry I didn't give it back.
I don't remember
ever asking for it back.
Thank you, Chef.
-Good?
-CARMY: Hey.
Good. Good?
Good.
Okay.
Fifteen minutes stagger.
Mm-hmm. Thirty minutes
till we're packed.
Forty-five minutes
till we're in the sh*t.
For the guy?
For the guy.
Our Mother of Victory.
BOTH: Pray for us.
(sighs) Chef Sydney!
Yo.
Ready?
Carm?
It's your ship now, captain.
Say the word, Chef.
Let it rip.
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
♪ If you want blood ♪
♪ You've got it ♪
02x09 - Omelette
Merchandise
A young chef from the fine dining world returns to Chicago to run his family's sandwich.
A young chef from the fine dining world returns to Chicago to run his family's sandwich.