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(uptempo cheery music)

(cars hooting)
(sirens blaring)

(people chattering)
(soft elevator music)

(speaking in a foreign language)

(phone snapping)
(uptempo tense music)

(crowd chattering)
(fingers tapping)

(elevator dinging)

(footstep thudding)

- It's Easton West.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Would you excuse me?

(footsteps thudding)
(cellphone ringing)

- [Caller] It's Easton
West, you know what to do.

- Shit.
(tense dramatic music)

- I'm sorry did I just
interrupt a group prostate exam?

Pull your fingers out of your
fucking asses and get to work.

- [All] Yes, Chef.

- Easton,

what are you doing?
- Running a kitchen.

What I'm not doing is
two-bit whoring myself

to some cashed up clams that
are profiting off my name.

- Easton, I managed
to get you this gig,

which makes me manager
of the fucking year.

Now you do what
your contract says,

and you get out there, and
you shake some investor hands,

and get the hell
out of the kitchen.

(speaking in a foreign language)

(food frying)

- Yes, Chef!
- Who's the soigne?

Oh, you're fucking kidding me.

Is there a real food
critic in the house

or just that tabloid hack?

- Do you really wanna
take a running jump

off the only bridge that you
haven't burnt in this industry?

See the Chinese cast of
"Goodfellas" out there,

they're your last chance.

- Well, send them my apologies,

along with a photo of
my Michelin-starred ass.

And tell that critic hack
that the only opinion I trust

from her is what her
editor's balls taste like.

What the fuck is that?

It's supposed to be pork
with potato quenelle.

Does that look like a
quenelle to you, does it?

- It's a smear and
realize I did quenelle it.

(Easton shouting)
(dishes shattering)

- Anyone else, smudges my spud,

and I will personally
spit-roast you.

(spoons clanking)
Service!

Give that to the hag on nine.

- This isn't just your career
that you're messing with,

you know, and you promised me.

- No, no, no, why am
I still seeing smears?

When I say quenelles I
mean fucking quenelles.

- Jesus Christ, no one gives
a shit about your quenelles.

It's your name and your
face that they want.

This is one of the few
places where that name

actually still means something.

So if I were you, I
would be playing ball

and getting the fuck
out of the kitchen

before you get us
both into shit.

- Excuse me, Chef, the
hack on nine says hello,

and she would like to return
her over-salty quenelle

back to 1991,

please for your response.
(kettle boiling)

(tense ominous music)

- Easton?

Easton, what are you doing?

(Easton grunting)

* Like a snake
calling on a phone *

* I've got no time to be alone

* There's someone coming
at me all the time *

* Yeah babe I think
I'll lose my mind *

* 'Cause I'm
stranded on my own *

* Stranded far from
home, all right *

* I'm riding on a
midnight train *

* But everybody
looks just the same *

* A subway light, its
dirty reflection *

* I'm lost babe, I've
got no direction *

* And I'm stranded on my own

("I'm Stranded" by Alexisonfire)

(birds chirping)

(phones snapping)

- Have you guys decided yet, or?

- [Photographer] Uh, I don't
know, that looks so amazing.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- Yeah, we'll, we might
come back later, hey?

- Yeah, cool no, you
won't, all right, bye.

- And off they go to Zhao's.

- [Diana] Man, why can't we
get that kind of attention?

- 'Cause we aren't Ben Zhao?
- Yet.

- And if you don't work
any customers skills,

you'll never be Ben Zhao.

- Hey Nayani, just
do me a favor,

and just gaze upon my remix

of Grandma June's
Prune Lagoon, okay?

I'm a goddamn artist, not a
freaking salesperson (munches).

(mumbles) I just feel like
we deserve so much more

than just slinging our desserts

out of the gutter like
a pair of strumpets.

- Diana, we are not strumpets.
- Shh.

- Zhao's sous-chef,
three o'clock.

Mm-mm, mm, mm, mm.

This strumpet wanna
humpet that crumpet.

- You might actually
have to, I don't know,

have a conversation
with him first?

- Nah, I'm a
zero-to-100 kinda gal.

(uptempo whimsical music)

- What do we think,
should we call it?

I need to study for my exams.

- So how was the stall today?
- Really good, yeah.

Smashed it, Hot Buns is hot.
- Hm.

- And did you also
smash your enrollment,

like you said you would?

- Mom, do I really wanna
be tied down with uni

when I could be focusing
on my real vocation?

- We would both just prefer

if you had a more
stable vocation,

we are not saying you
can't bake, you just,

but you need options.

- Well, don't speak for Brett.

Brett, what do you want?
(television blaring)

- I want you both

to be happy.
- There you go.

Bretty wants a bitch to bake.

- No, no, no, Brett, Brett?
(door knocking)

- I'll get it!
- Brett never said

he wanted the bitch to bake.
(door knocking)

- All right, I'm coming jeez.

- Hi.

- Shut the fuck up!

- Does Denise live here?

- Is this, what is
this, what is happening?

- Well, if I'm in
the wrong place, I-

- I'm Diana!
(crickets screeching)

Your niece, dude.

- All right.
- I tried to add you

on facey like years ago,

but it ended up just
being a fan account.

It's taken down now.

- Do you mind if I come in?
- Sure, yes come in.

Just in time for
some spag bol, love.

(door latching)

(Easton gulping)

You know what?

In real life you two
have the same eyes.

(glass clanking)

- You have a nice place.
- Thanks, it's all Denise,

except the blinds,
that's my specialty.

Actually, that's how we met.

I installed the blinds
in Denise's old place

after she split up with-
- Cockhead!

- Diana!
- (giggles) What?

- Diana?

- He's my father, I can
call him whatever I want.

- (grunts) Is this
bottled pasta sauce?

Pasta's well cooked, yeah.

Al dente.
- It's timed perfectly, hon.

(Brett grunting)

I like cooking, but
I'm no MasterChef.

I do know my julienne
from my lazy Susan.

(Diana giggling)
Diana has your cooking genes.

(table banging)
(glasses clanking)

- I think I'm gonna
get an early night.

- Mom, it's 6:30.
- I'm tired.

Brett, can you please see
Jimmy, I'm sorry, Easton out.

- No, I can, I
can help clean up.

- No, it's, it's fine.

- (chuckles) I've been doing
fine without your help,

for how long is
it now, 30 years?

And as much as I
would love you to stay

because you clearly
have nowhere else to go,

I'm afraid we don't
have the space.

- What, nowhere else to go?
- We have a sofa.

- Well, I'm not here because
I have nowhere else to go.

I could be in London
right now or Paris.

I wanted to get back
in touch with my roots,

you know, spend
time with family.

(Diana laughing)

You know, the whole
Shanghai thing

has been blown out
of proportion anyway.

You don't think a chef has
thrown an animal carcass

at someone before?

I mean, it's a beat-up.

People in the industry get it.

- Well, I'm not in the industry.

I use bottled pasta sauce

and if you really, really want
to spend time with family,

great, spend it
with fucking dad.

He has plenty of room.

And you better not drive him.
(footsteps thudding)

(car engine growling)

(uptempo soul music)

- You know you might actually
like this place, dude,

we've got quite the
food and wine scene.

- Can you please slow down?

(tires screeching)

Fuck!
(horns honking)

- Jesus.

- Oh. That place there, Zhao's,
that's, like, the hot joint.

- Zhao's, as in Ben Zhao?

- What, you know Zhao?

(laughs) Holy shit,
dude, he's huge!

We should go say hi.

- No.

It can't be that huge.

- I mean he's no Easton West,

which he's probably happy
about right about now.

I'm kidding (laughs).

I'm kidding, I mean,
if you had a place here

you'd shit all over him.

- Yeah, well I was thinking
about opening a place up here.

- Yeah, cool definitely.

I mean, once you've, you
know, served your time,

and paid your penance,
you should totally try,

and make a comeback.

- What do you mean
paid my penance?

(Diana laughing)

- Oh, okay.

Guys like you, I mean,

you got to follow
the recipe, right?

I mean, you make your heart
felt apology to the press,

and then you go
into bad man exile,

and then, after all
that, then you can,

you know, make a comeback.

- I'm not going
into bad man exile.

I'm not a bad man, this place
would be lucky to have me.

- Okay.
(car engine growling)

You know I'm actually
in the biz too?

Desserts are kinda my thing.
(Easton grunting)

Actually you might be
able to help me out.

Could you like put me
in touch with someone,

like Nigella, or?

- We don't talk anymore?

- Yeah, yeah, I just need
connections, dude, you know?

I mean, I feel like it's
kinda the least you could do

after all these years
of radio silence

and not even knowing I exist.

- That's a completely
separate issue.

You should never mix
business with family,

and can you please
slow the fuck down?

- Jeez, okay.

(radio clicking)

(Diana chuckling)
(car engine growling)

I got finger-banged there.

Hey, can we do a
cookout here one night?

Pop tells me you guys
used to do a mean barbecue

on the fire pit.

Or not.
(handbrake clanking)

(book thudding)

Oh yeah, your
mom's old cookbook.

I use her recipes as inspo.

I know I never actually got
to meet Nan, but I feel-

- This is mine.

(door latching)

- Hey, if you need a lift or
like a shoulder to cry on,

I'm here for ya, Unkie Eastie.
(door latching)

Seriously, not about
the crying, though,

that'd be weird.

Okay!

Laters!

(tense dramatic music)

(door unlatching)
(door creaking)

- (pants) Shit.

- [Pop] State your business,

(television blaring)

- Dad,

It's me,

Easton.

- Ah

Jimmy,

your room is in the same spot,

like you now, full
of shit (chuckling).

- It's good to see you too

(tense dramatic music)

Don't call me Jimmy.

(Pop chuckles)

(door unlatching)
(door creaking)

Jesus.

(door slamming)

(Easton sighing)

(paper rustling)

(tense dramatic music)

(book thudding)

(tense dramatic music)

(Easton sighing)

(whisk whirring)

- [Diana] I really
think we connected,

and he was, like, super
impressed with my stuff.

- He said that?
- Well, I mean,

it was in his eyes.
- And is he as mean

as he seems?
- Oh, 100%,

but in like a cool way.

- [Nayani] There is no cool way.

- (laughs) Absolutely is
we just have to pretend

like there isn't.

Oh shit, I think I over-egged.

You know, it might actually
help having him around.

- [Nayani] Help how, he
can't even help himself.

- Give it time, Nayani.

I mean, you know,
anything's possible.

And besides, I mean, he's got

really good connections.
(uptempo whimsical music)

Holy shit.

- [Nayani] (laughs) What?

(cellphone dinging)
What?

Diana?

- Sorry I gotta go.

- [Nayani] Wait, he.

- [Interviewer] Now,
Chef, it's been a while

since you've been
back in Adelaide.

- [Easton] It's
been a while, yes.

- [Interviewer] Were you
glad to see the Mall's Balls

are still here?
- I don't know what that is.

- [Ben] Now, Chef,

you've had a brutal
couple of weeks.

How you feeling?
- I wouldn't call it brutal.

- Well, you're back in
Adelaide that's pretty brutal.

- And you asked to
come on our show,

which is pretty tragic.
- Well, I heard great things.

Returning home's actually
been on the cards for a while

found myself at the stage

where (stammers) I wanted
to get back to my roots.

to support the local Industry.

- And it's interesting
you say that,

'cause our producers
did some digging

and they found a direct quote.
- Yeah, that's right.

- Where you refer to
Adelaide as a pitiful,

parochial cesspit
of a syphilitic city

of ill-bred boorish oafs

who wouldn't know a cassoulet

from a deep fried donkey's dick.

- Damn

- Well, clearly that
was said in jest.

No I'm actually
loving being home,

spending time with family,
with my dad, and my niece.

- Oh yeah, I'm sure you are.
- Let's talk about Shanghai,

because you really
didn't hold back did you?

Could say you went
the whole hog.

- I'm not proud of what I did,

but I was under a
lot of pressure, I
reached boiling point.

- Happens to the best of us.
- Yeah.

- We all feel the stress
and then punch dudes,

and then throw a
pig in a lady's lap.

- For me Ben, that's a
regular Friday night.

- Yeah, look, if I
could go back, and-

- Was it a farm-to-table
thing you were going for?

- No, no, no, no, it was
farm-to-table to cancel.

- Will you let me fucking talk?

I'm trying to apologize,
but you keep interrupting.

Stop being rude.

Yes, I went too far, but
I wanna put it behind me,

and focus on the future.

And no, no, I've
not been canceled,

because I am actually,
I'm actually opening up

my very first Australian
restaurant here.

- [Interviewer] Really?

- Yeah.

I'm bringing Michelin-star
dining to the Adelaide Hills,

it's very exciting, so could
we please focus on that?

- Yeah, our apologies, Chef,

that actually is quite exciting.

Now did you manage to
bring home the bacon,

or is that still in Shanghai?
(both laughing)

Don't mind us.
(Ben snorting)

We're just carrying
on like pork chops.

- [Ben] Don't hog
all the jokes, Liam.

Are we boaring you?

Somebody call the hambulance!

You're with Ben and Liam.
(pig squealing)

- It really wasn't that bad.

I mean (stammers) nobody
even really listens

to popular, commercial radio.

- You're supposed to help my
situation, not screw it harder.

Why the Christ did I
even listen to you?

- Well, I mean, I said
to lay low for a while.

I didn't say go
announce your comeback.

I mean, how the hell
are you supposed

to start a restaurant
now you big noob,

- I mean, who the
hell are you, anyway?

You run a shitty cake stall.

When I was your age, I
was working for Robuchon.

- Yeah as a dish pig.

- You know if there's
one thing I cannot stand,

it's fat girls playing their
wacky, zany, funny card

to cover up their insecurities.

(box thudding)

Oh don't be such a big baby.

(stammers) Don't leave
your shit with me.

(tense dramatic music)
* Ooh, la

* Ooh, la

* Ooh, la

* Ooh, la

* Ooh, la

* Ooh, la

* Ooh, la

* Ooh, la

* Ooh

- Knock, knock.
(vacuum cleaner roaring)

Won't be long.

- I can do it myself, mom.

- I'm doing the
other rooms anyways.

Finally doing your
enrollment I see.

(tense whimsical music)

(birds chirping)

(Birds squawking)

(car engine revving)
(car engine growling)

- Chef West (laughs)?

Dude, it's been crazy.

After I came back from London,

I was just sick and tired
of being someone's bitch,

you know?

I just wanna do my
food in my own joint,

and be close to the Hill,
so I start this place.

And the first year,
I got my first hat,

second year, second hat.

This is my third year
and you know what?

I don't really care
about that bullshit.

- No well it's like
with my Michelin Stars.

- Yeah, it didn't even matter
when Eminem raved about me

or Marco Pierre White named us

his fave Australian restaurant.

No, no, for me,

it's about being able to
express my life journey.

through my food.

Nainai.

She's inspired my whole menu.
(people murmuring)

Anyway, enough about me.

What can I do you for?

- Well, actually, I'm here
to offer you an opportunity.

How would you like to
get in on the ground?

- Oh, wait, wait, wait, ah,
here we go, thanks, Kwame.

Deep-fried snapper on betel
leaf, locally sourced.

Try it.
(uptempo cheery music)

(patrons laughing)

It's good, right?

People go nuts for it.

It's even got its own hashtag.

- I'm not really
across that stuff.

- You should catch up.

Anyway, sorry, you were saying?

- Yes well, I'm not
sure if you've heard,

but I'm starting up my own-
- Wait, wait, wait.

Wait till you try
this, meat pie dumpling

with Nan's special sauce.

(Easton grunting)

(Easton munching)

Right?

People dig the authentic,
but with a twist thing.

Actually, I have you
to thank for that.

Do you remember
when you fired me?

You said I'd never
be anything more

than a small town Chinese cook.

Turns out you were right.

It worked out
pretty well though.

- Oh, I don't
remember saying that.

- I do.
(patrons laughing)

- All right, look.

I know I'm not the most
popular guy at the moment,

but cheffing is
what I'm known for,

and when all this
bullshit has blown over,

I really wanna get
something going here.

- Dude dude, (stammers)
come on, blow over (laughs)?

This isn't just about Shanghai,
this is your whole career.

Bullying, abuse, sexism,
generally just being a dick,

you are gonna need
to take some time,

like find a new
narrative or something

'cause people are over the
angry white guy shtick.

- It's not a shtick.

- Then people are over you.

(plate clanking)

My Nan's mapo balls,

#nansballs.
(chair creaking)

- What a prick.
(car engine growling)

(Easton sighing)

(car tires screeching)

(grunts) Come on,
for fuck's sake!

(horn honking)
Move it!

Jesus.

Shoot!
(door slamming)

Move!

Fucking get out!

You aren't better than me,
you're a, you're a bird!

ya fucking mangy,
fucking flightless fuck!

(bird chirping)

Fuck you!

(tense dramatic music)
Fuck (sobs).

(birds chirping)

(gunshot booming)

(stammers) Jesus Christ.

- Thanks for scaring
her off, dickhead.

- Is nobody in this place just
a little bit happy to see me?

- Happy to see the back of you.

- Did it occur to you that I
might just wanna see my family,

say hello?

- Well,

hello.

- Hello Dad.

(gunshot booming).

- [Pop] Gotcha.

There's your
cock-and-van sorted.

- It's coq au vin!

And it's with chicken,
ya, ya lunatic (sighs).

(animals calling)

- You know the best thing
about people hating you.

once they've done hating you,
they just forget about you.

- I didn't think
you liked desserts.

- Well, I like Diana's.

- It taste like mom's custard.

(tense dramatic music)
(fire crackling)

When was the last time
you used the fire pit?

- Oh, buggered if I know.

But if you are doing a cookout,
you better invite Diana.

She's always on my
bloody arse about it.

- Yeah, good idea.

(phone beeping).

(uptempo dramatic music)

* Ooh

(crickets chirping)

* Ooh

- What's all this?

- You said you wanted a cookout.

- Who invited you, dickhead?

- Clearly not you, you asshole.

Okay, it's just seriously
next level, I mean,

mom used to tell me about the
pit and the barbecue, but,

oh man, the taste

is good.

- Oh, it's not that good.

- My rabbit's raw.

I think you're
trying to kill me.

- [Easton] No, I just
didn't burn it to a crisp

like you would've done.
- I thought cooks

were meant to cook.

- Oh, I almost forgot.

I believe this is yours.

- Thanks.

(cutlery clanking)

- Also, I tried your cakes.

I might have trained
in top french kitchens,

but the reason I started
cooking was actually my mom.

I think she'd be proud.

- Yeah, well, I'm, you know,

all about that
authentic family shit,

and I just put my
own Diana spin on it.

- You see, that's fantastic.

It's a narrative,
it's your narrative.

in a way it's our narrative.

- What a wanker.

I'm going to bed.

- Don't choke on your own vomit.

- [Pop] Don't drown
in your own bullshit.

- So is you plan, just to
stick it out at the stall?

- I don't know, I mean,

I probably won't even have
that for that much longer

because I'm broke, and
mom's on my back about Uni,

so I don't become you,
So yeah, I don't know.

- Don't ever let anybody tell
you what to do with your life.

I didn't.

And don't
underestimate yourself,

you're more than
just some baker.

- Okay.

- Look, if you found
someone with clout

who could raise your profile,
you could become huge.

- Yeah, I know that's why
I wanted Nigella's deets.

- You know what,
Nigella is a hack,

and she can't make you one
of the greatest pastry chefs

in the world.

What you need is someone
to partner up with,

build something together,
take it to the next level.

(uptempo dramatic music)

- And that someone is you?

- That's what
family's for, right?

- So I would be your partner?

- Or apprentice.

- Partner.

- Sure,

partner.

Great, we open in a month.
(Diana laughing)

- (laughs) Yeah, we
open in a month, yeah.

(upbeat dramatic music)

* Na, na, ne, no

* Na, na, ne, no

* Na, na, no, no,
na, na, ne, no *

* Na, na, ne, no

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