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- Uh, Hi.
- Hi. Can I help you?

Um, I think my dad is here somewhere,
but I don't know where.

- Okay, what's the last name?
- Um, A-D-A-M-U.

Well, I just don't know what to do.

Um... Just, like, what should I do?

You can have a seat.

Thank you.

Sake.

Hi.

You hiding back there?

No.

- No?
- No.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Why, babe?
- Do you, uh...

What's going on?

Do you ever think about Francie?

No, no. She can go fuck.

Mm-hmm.

What is it?

I wanna tell you something,
but you're gonna get really mad.

Oh, babe, I would never get mad at you.

Okay? You're my sweet, special boy.

I love you and I would never ever
get mad at you.

You can tell me anything.

I'm your girl.

I'm a boy.

You are.

Okay, so Syd is-is not gonna be able
to be with us tonight,

but everything's fine. It's gonna be good.

- We got... We got Luca here, so...
- Where she at?

- Huh?
- Where's Syd?

She, um...

She received a call and, uh, she-she got...

- she got called out.
- She got called out?

- She got a call.
- What do you mean? What happened?

- What do you mean? Where is she?
- Called out where?

Her dad had a heart attack.

I'm sure it's gonna be fine.
He's okay right now.

Uh, she told me not to tell anybody,

so let's just keep it quiet,
get to work, yeah?

- Okay.
- Scary.

I asked Tiff,

uh, if she could invite Francie
to the wedding.

Neil.

Neil, get the fuck out of here,
you soft motherfucking bitch.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Is it bad?

Fucking betraying me like that
runs in the family!

I love you. Do you still love me?

I can't even fucking look at you.
I cannot even fucking look at you.

Go hide! I'm so fucking mad at you, Neil!

- You fucked me!
- No.

How dare you, Neil?

You have devastated me.

- Am I still your boy?
- No!

- Carm.
- Yes?

- You cover Syd at the pass?
- Yes, Chef.

- Luca, you got me?
- Yes, Chef.

- Sorry.
- Why are you sorry?

He--

He's sorry because he invited Francie
to the wedding like a fucking bitch.

- I told you not to do that.
- Uh, Sugar, Syd's dad had a heart attack.

Oh, Jesus.

- Yeah.
- Is he okay?

We don't... We don't know yet, really.

All right, listen up. We're gonna get
a gift basket sent over there, pronto.

We're gonna put some sundries in there,
maybe some flowers.

Hold on a second.
I'm sure it's fine, okay?

Don't tell me to hold on.
This is what humans do,

- you fucking sociopath.
- Oy, Richie.

- You two are handling Francie.
- Carmen can handle Francie.

- I'm not going.
- What?

- Who's Francie?
- Our sister.

- Francie Fak.
- What did Francie do?

She knows what she did.

- And you are fucking going.
- No, I'm not going.

- You're going to the wedding.
- Why would I go?

Because Tiff is the best,

and you can't just get out of things
because you can get out of them, Carm.

- I've gotta run the restaurant, duh.
- Duh, it's a Sunday.

- The restaurant's closed. Duh.
- Shit.

Actually, Chef Carmen has a good point.
You're gonna be weird if you go,

that's gonna fuck me up
and I'm already fucked up.

- So stay home.
- Cool.

- Now I kinda want to go.
- Richie, why are you fucked up?

- Yeah, because of Frank?
- Who's Frank?

- Stepdad.
- Who's great, by the way.

Yes. I am aware.

- That's nice.
- No, it is not.

Okay. Let's just lower your fucking voice.

- 'Cause it's hard to like the stepfather?
- Yes, correct.

- Got it.
- Met him. Good handshake.

He doesn't wanna go
'cause Claire's gonna be there.

- No.
- Frank?

- Carmen.
- That's why you don't wanna go?

- No, that's not why I don't wanna go.
- Shit. Claire's going?

- Who's Claire?
- His lady.

It doesn't matter at all
because Claire and I are fine, okay?

- Oh, yeah?
- I don't wanna go

because I don't want to see Mom.

And I don't want you
to turn this around on me

'cause your ex-wife's new husband
is awesome.

- Have you met him? You haven't.
- Mom will be okay.

I haven't met him,
but I heard he's awesome.

- We've all met Claire Bear.
- Hey!

She's fucking awesome.
She's fucking awesome.

Frank's got a really nice refrigerator.
Maybe you go, lock yourself in again.

- You're a fucking asshole, you know that?
- When was the last time you saw your mom?

- It's been a while.
- It's been years.

Oh.

- Great. Now look what the fuck you did.
- She's fine. Let her it cry out.

- I'm sorry, Sug.
- No.

I'm sorry.

- You locked yourself in a fridge, Carm?
- No.

Not intentionally, no.

Where are we getting jammed?

Between four and five.

Pasta.

Yes, Chef. Yeah.

I'm really trying to get
that minute off. But...

At least the menu is locked.

Word.

How's your timing?

Better. It's-It's better.

But I have the benefit
of portion control, so...

- How so?
- I know the exact amount to pour.

Kinda makes it easier.

Right. Yeah.

Sydney?

Hey, Claire. Hey.

So I was thinking about the bear,

and I'm trying to look at it
from his perspective.

Yeah, his perspective is that
he's a little fucking narcissist bitch.

Teddy bear's a little
fucking narcissist bitch?

Oh... I thought you were
talking about Carmental.

Why is he a little
fucking narcissist bitch?

I don't wanna talk about him.
Tell me about the bear.

All right. Your fear is
that he'll replace you

and she'll forget about you
and they'll live happily ever after.

You, like, a fucking wizard?

No, but from Frank's point of view,

you're her dad and she loves you
more than him forever,

so he's, like,
gotta get in her good graces for now.

So he got her a teddy bear.

Yeah, so he got her a teddy bear.
It's no big whoop.

Don't look at it like you're left alone.

Okay, how should I look at it?

Like you have help.

Should have thought
about this years ago.

Thought of it now.

Don't look at it.

I'm trying not to.

You think we're gonna make it?

I can only think about today.

And today, I gotta think about
fucking beating this shit.

Right. Right.

Deliveries have been strong all week.
Robot Chuckie has been very effective.

Very effective.
In fact, I've "roboted" myself.

What do you mean you "roboted" yourself?

I sent Chuckie the Robot
to Cousin Spooky's house

and I see how they got there.

- Spooky owes me money.
- He owes everybody money.

- How's he doing, by the way?
- He's a fucking wack job.

He got subpoenaed halfway through lunch.
But whatever. I'm on quality control.

When I got there,
the sandwich was fucked, soaked.

- Uh... Separate components.
- Facts.

Right, but those little cups
are expensive as shit.

We could recycle
Carmy's stock cups, can't we?

E-Excellent i-idea, Charles.

Albert told me one of the keys
is to remain simple.

We can't have too many ideas.
We have to be strong and lean.

- Sneak up on a motherfucker.
- Or cheap shot his leg.

Exactly. The oven space is something
that could potentially limit us.

If you think about it,
it's fucking demented

we've been doing this with just one stove.

It's like we're working out of
a commissary or some shit.

Like a big fucking oven.

No.

We think small. We stay little.

- Little oven's dope too.
- I like little ovens. We can Easy Bake

- that shit if we want.
- Exactly.

- What's Easy Bake?
- It's a long story. It's a toy.

None of this shit gets out. All right?

Carmy doesn't know shit.
Stuff your sock, okay?

- Stuff your sock?
- It means shut the fuck up.

- Don't say shit.
- You can't stuff my fuck.

I know all the passwords.
I know every password.

- What's the password? Say it.
- Seven.

- Seven's not a password.
- Swing on him. Swing on this motherfucker.

- Swing on him. Swing on him. Swing on him.
- I will swing at your head.

Yeah. Swing on this fucking guy.

Neil, I'm gonna punch you right in
the fucking throat if you say anything.

Keep your mouth shut.
Keep your fucking mouth shut.

Chef.

- Thanks.
- Hmm.

Hey, have you seen Syd?

I wanted to run something past her,
but she's--

Her dad's in the hospital.

Shit. What happened?

Heart attack.

Is he okay?

I don't know. I called and left a message.

Fuck.

- That's scary.
- Yeah.

You know...

Parents are human too, you know.

What do you mean?

Like, whatever your relationship
to them is,

God forbid the moment something happens...

The timer starts.

There's always a clock.

Always.

- Hey.
- Thanks.

Okay. Dad's okay.

It was a first-degree heart block.

Is that, um, good or...

It's better than second-degree.

Do they know, like, what caused it?

I mean, it could have been anything.
Heart disease is in his history.

Do they, um...

- Do they know the medications he takes?
- Yeah.

Just 'cause, like, he's on--

They know. He has the best doctors
and he's-he's gonna be okay.

Okay.

So weird.

I'm glad I ran into you though.

Me too.

He's like the only consistent thing
in my life, you know?

Yeah.

Like, my dad is just, like, always there.

Like, I know he'll be there.
Like, he'll be home.

He'll pick up the phone.

He'll come and get me from wherever.

He'll let me live with him.
Like, my shit's all fucked up.

And, you know, let me forget
to take out the garbage, like...

He's just there.

And he's, like, always worrying about me.

Come to my restaurant.

He'll say he's proud of me,
even though it's, like, obviously insane.

Sorry.

I'm just, like, a fucking mess.

And he's always worried about me.

And I hate that.

'Cause he, like, shouldn't have to be.

And I wish he could, like, worry about
stupid shit, like, you know, like...

Am I getting enough sleep,

or am I putting bacon grease
down the drain or whatever?

Not, like, if I'm gonna, like, survive.

But, like... Fuck, I don't know how I
made this about myself. Whatever.

But, like, if I was a parent,

I'd be worried about me too,
you know, like...

He's not wrong.

But it just feels, like, so unfair.

'Cause, like, I wish he could
just worry about himself.

And not be, like, worried that he has
to be worried about me, like, forever.

It's okay.

- Sorry.
- Don't be sorry.

Like, I'm just a mess.

Like, I can't, like, put more mess on top
of this mess, you know?

I, like...

I don't know if Carm told you
or whatever, but, like,

my mom passed when I was really young
and, like, it's fine.

Like, you know, it's obviously, like...

I know that and I knew then.

I understood it, but, like,
I don't think I ever thought like...

Like, if my dad, like...

Just, like...

Sorry.

I think your dad is happy
that he worries about you.

Truly.

Truly.

Because the one thing
I've learned working here is

worrying about people and having people
worry about us is, like,

everything we got.

Okay?

- This is so fucking disgusting. Sorry.
- No, it's not.

You actually look stunning.

I've obviously been going...

- I've been crying a lot.
- Sure. Sure. Sorry.

And some people have been saying,
"Wow, you look good."

Uh, hey, Tiff.

I'm sorry about the bear.

I guess I'm just

feeling a little bit like
I'm like a rock all the way over here,

and you guys are like rocks over there
and you can talk to each other and...

Isolation,
I guess you'd call what I'm feeling.

Like, I don't move or I can't, you know,

move.

You remember that book
that I used to read to Eva?

Like the, um... "Sam" and the Magic Pebble.

Like, I guess I'm feeling
like that a little bit.

And... Or like how that reviewer said that

I'm all disconnected
from the kitchen, like...

I don't wanna feel that way, you know?

Far away.
And I'm-I'm feeling far away, I--

Sylvester and the Magic Pebble,
that's what it's called.

Uh...

Yeah, I'm good. So, I don't know,
I was just calling to say what's up?

So, you know, call me back whenever--

Oh, fuck.

You've fucking exceeded
the maximum fucking time limit.

Goddamn it.

Wanna do ice-cold bowls for the sundae?

Yeah, drag a mint leaf around the rim.

- Chef.
- Chef.

I'll stack them in the fridge.

Cool, I'll line them up before service.

Done.

That shiso worked really beautifully
with the violet.

Oh, you like that?
Just this completely random idea I had.

Oh, yeah?

Uh, I got it from this dude in Copenhagen.

Hmm.

- Is that right?
- Yeah. I wonder where he got it from.

Chicago, Illinois.

- Let's go, boys. Going with the blue?
- Ted, go away.

Go, Cubs.

What does he do here?

You know, I'm not sure.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Is he okay?

Yeah, he's okay.

Okay, good, thank God.

Hmm. Yeah.

You need anything?

No, I'm okay. Thanks.

Well, why don't you
let me come over there?

You know, I-I-I don't want you
to-to be alone right now.

It's really fine.

Actually, um, I ran into Claire.

You saw Claire?

Yeah.

It was really nice, honestly. She's great.

Yeah, yeah, no, I... I know.

Um...

All right, well, I'm, uh...
I'm thinking about you.

And, um...

You know, if you need anything, uh,
just-just-just let me know, okay?

I will.

Okay.

Carm?

Yeah?

I appreciate you.

Yeah, you too.

Okay, I'll talk to you later, yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, bye.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey, baby.

I'm really sorry.

Uh, I can move back
whenever you need me to.

- Nope. No.
- I really, like, don't mind.

Yes.

No.

Dad.

This would have happened
no matter where you lived.

I'm okay.

Nobody could have done anything.

So...

I forbid you from moving back in.

I'm forbidden?

You are forbidden.

That's cold, man.

I am the iceman.

Love you.

I love you more.

I love you more.

I love you more.

At the tone,
please record your message.

Hey, mama, it's us.

Uh, we love you.
We're here for whatever you need. Okay?

We love you, Syd.

- She's sleeping.
- I know,

- but I wanna wake her up.
- Oh, my God.

- I wanna smell her.
- It doesn't look like Pete.

- No, Pete's ugly, why would she?
- Yeah, Pete's ugly.

Wait, wait, wait.

- What are you doing?
- I'm smelling the baby.

Have you ever smelled them?
They smell so nice.

- Do they?
- Yes.

That's weird though.

- She's cute.
- Yeah.

What does it smell like?

Like raspberries that are chewed up.

- King crab.
- Okay. What's the puree?

- Sauce fleurette.
- Oh, nice.

- Asparagus.
- Mm-hmm.

And a salted kombu just on top?

Chef, good.

- Thanks.
- Got it?

Think so.

- Good.
- Thanks, Chef.

- What if she...
- It's so beautiful.

- Boys!
- What?

Don't you fucking dare.

- What are... What are you doing?
- Uh...

Oh, I'm just writing, uh... Pimp told me to
write "Every second counts" on the board,

- so I was just writing that out...
- Uh-huh.

- What were you doing?
- I'm not doing anything.

Why was your head in there?

I wanted to smell the baby, it's so nice.
Have you ever smelled a baby?

Yeah, I've-I've smelled a baby.

Woman on 20 is in a wheelchair.

Yeah, we're compliant.

I built that fucking ramp myself.
You saw I split my thumb wide open.

I know, I know.
We seat her back to the bar.

Oh, okay. Yeah, easy access.

- Easy access.
- That's smart.

Yeah.

Shit.

My love, I love you,
but I will cut your fucking ponytail off

if you get close to her again.

- Can I ever touch the baby?
- Yeah.

When was the last time
you washed your hands?

A couple days ago.

- What?
- What?

I have another idea too.

Shoot.

- Um, menu's locked.
- Mm-hmm.

We are getting killed during service, bro.

- Mm-hmm.
- And to make it look elegant,

- we can't have runners everywhere.
- Mm-hmm.

A, because we only have two left,

and B, because it creates, like,
lulls in between the courses.

Yeah. Where's the headline, Gary?

So if we had three more runners,
we could add them to the traffic pattern.

One person's always sweeping,
we never have a lull.

And I know we can't afford full-time--

Yo, Gary, I cannot afford the stripes
on these fucking napkins right now.

Exactly. So if we took some
of the menu savings,

we could add a couple Lucas up front.

What do you mean?

Stages.

Not bad.

Hmm.

Bear.

Mm-hmm?

I don't want you
to hide from things.

'Cause...

You're hiding from things.

Yeah, no... I don't want to.

- I know you don't want to go.
- No, I-I...

I don't want to hide from things.

I want to hide too,
if it makes you feel any better.

Yeah, how do you, um...

You know, how do...
how do you get through that?

I'm fueled mostly by
the fear of resentment.

And guilt.

- You good, Chef?
- Yes, Chef.

I know, it's weird we have that in common.

Do you know we grew up in the same house?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I, uh...

I do feel like I forget that sometimes.

It'll mean a lot to Tiff.

This one's not about us.

Yeah, I know, it isn't, is it?

No.

It's your uncle.

I'll go.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Good.

Hey, can you hold her? I have to pee.

H-How do you want me to do that?

Uh... Just like you hold something.

Very precious.

She's gonna smell like onions.

No, it's okay. She's half Berzatto.
She's gonna smell like onions anyway.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Hey.
- Got her?

I got her.

Cute.

Okay.

- Hi, Sophie girl, that's your uncle.
- There we go.

That's your uncle.

Okay.

She's gonna come back.

She's gonna come back.

Every guest is the one. Yeah, yeah.

Every guest is the one.

Every customer is the guest.

Every customer is the guest.

Yo.

- What's up?
- 7:30 window.

Oh, shit.

- Star man?
- Food & Wine. Ted stalked his ass.

Oh, shit.

- He's been in before?
- Twice.

What's his name?

Different every fucking time.

Excellent fucking work, Neil Geoff.

- Excellent work.
- What do we do now?

Nothing different.
Every guest gets treated like one of us.

Chef.

Yeah. Every guest gets treated
like one of us.

Every guest is family.

Are you smiling at me?

That's my face.

Okay, okay. I got you, I got you.

All right. Okay.

Happy Thursday.

♪ One way out
Is all you're ever going to get ♪

♪ From those who'll hand them out ♪

♪ Don't never let it upset you ♪

♪ 'Cause they'll put words
Into your mouths ♪

♪ They're making you feel so ashamed ♪

♪ Making you taking the blame ♪

♪ Making you cold in the night ♪

♪ Making you question
Your heart and your soul ♪

♪ And I think that it's not quite right ♪

♪ Hey, stay young and invincible ♪

♪ 'Cause we know just what we are ♪

♪ And come what may we're unstoppable ♪

♪ 'Cause we know just what we are ♪

♪ Yeah we know just what we are ♪

♪ 'Cause we know just what we are ♪