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Previously on
Sweetbitter...

Can I actually fail my trails?

Of course. Most people
do fail the trails.

Shift drinks.
Happens every night.

It's, uh--
it's not a shot.

Uh, no.
Of course not.

- We're not together.
- Oh.

We grew up together.

Our job, it's hard.

And then we come here,

and we burn off our shifts.

And you are clearly
burning it off.

Pick up, lamb 1,
branzino 2, chicken 3.

- Watch it.
- Sorry.

- Sausage potatoes up!
- Nice.

Pick up! 19, shrimp 1,
strip steak 2, lamb 3.

Oh!
Fuck!

Are you fucking kidding me?

- I am so, so sorry.
- Pick up tartare B5!

Big head, little arms.

- Excuse me?
- What happened?

- I--
- She's fucking up service!

- It burned me. I'm sorry.
- No worries, man.

- We got this.
- Great.

Will and his new
special-needs backwaiter

- "got this." Asshole.
- Just some chips for a follow.

Re-fire strip steak,
medium-rare, Jesus fuck!

Great.

Now Chef hates me.

- That's not Chef.
- That's not?

No, that's Scott.
He's a sous-chef.

- Where's Chef?
- In Miami?

He's never here anymore.
Don't worry about Scott.

You're not the first person
to ever drop a plate.

- They're hot.
- Yeah.

Hot food.
That's the point.

That's why everyone
in the restaurant

picks up when Scott calls.
Even Howard.

You'll get it.
You just have to practice.

- I am.
- Ss.

Shake it off.
We've got guests.

Hi, folks, there's a tiny bit

of a delay on that strip steak,
but hopefully

our famous potato chips will
keep you busy for a moment.

And with compliments.

Thick cut and double fried.

Thanks.

- That was a nice flourish.
- Thanks.

I'll go get the steak.

You know I am trying, right?

I know.

I just dropped a plate.

It's this three-plate
carry thing.

Huh. My Achilles heel
was tray service.

Believe me, it was a graveyard
of broken champagne flutes.

- Simone?
- Yes.

I have Serena on the line.

- Oh?
- She was hoping we could

squeeze her in tonight.

Show me.

Uh, looks pretty committed.

I could try to bump the Millers

- at 8:00.
- No, it's an anniversary.

It was booked six months ago.

I mean, Serena's an alumni

and Mr. Benson is soigné.

Everyone is soigné.

Unfortunately,
we can't accommodate

Serena on such short notice.

Well, I can talk to Howard
if you'd like.

No. Thank you.

I don't need you to talk
to Howard for me.

Got it.
Okay.

Who's Serena?

A woman who could
three-plate carry.

Hey.

The things that come
easily to us

are not what define us.

We find the edges
by challenging ourselves.

And we don't drink water
on the floor.

Oh, Will, um...

Could you maybe do me a favor?

Ah.

You little thief.

- I'm returning it all.
- Mm-hmm.

Is there a leg of prosciutto
lying around somewhere

- or?
- Ha-ha.

I told you
I've been practicing.

Hey, watch this.

I'm actually getting
pretty good at it.

Hey?

Style and substance.

It's very, very impressive.

Thanks.

I just got to get
these plates down.

I'm glad you asked.

Yep.

So...

Does your really athletic
boyfriend have any beers or?

Uh, no, no.
This is all my stuff.

- Oh.
- Yeah, no, I-I love

pumping iron.

Yeah.

No, it's my roommate's, Jesse.

It's his place,
but I, uh--I never see him.

He works in finance.

Uh, I've actually
never seen him.

Hm.

Nice.
Thank you.

Okay, so let's start
with the tripod.

Are you, um--are you a rightie
or are you a leftie?

Uh, rightie.

Then give me your left hand.

So, uh, these...

Ow.
Doesn't go that way.

It will.

Um, until your pinkie
gets strong enough,

you want to rest most
of the plate on your arm.

Mm-hmm.

And then the--the friction
from your skin

will keep it in place.

Okay.

But, if you are gonna
do it that way,

then you are gonna have to
get used to the heat.

Yep.

- This is happening.
- Oh, God. Okay.

Mm.

Mm-mm.

That'll do it.

Yep.

Here.

- Ow.
- Look at me.

Today, you thought
you burned yourself.

That wasn't a burn.

It didn't even leave a mark.

It hurts for a second,
and then it fades.

Okay.

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Good?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Okay, take it from me.

Mm-hmm.

- Oh
- Hey.

- Looks who's doing it.
- Yeah.

Is it all right if I kiss you?

You know you said

- that out loud, right?
- I do.

Okay.

Does that work for you?

Asking?

I was raised polite.

Please, thank you.

Ma'am.

May I kiss you?

Whoa, wait.
No, no, no, no, no.

We're practicing.

I'm doing it.

Pick up, 15. Chicken 1, Strip
Steak 2, Orechiette 3.

Sorry--whoa.

- Behind you.
- What?

It's considerate
to say "behind you"

when you're standing
behind someone.

What's wrong with you?

I'm working.
Not sure what you're doing.

Pick up, 24. Burger 1,

Orecchiette 2, burger 3,
and I need a follow.

Don't even think about it,
butterfingers.

- What?
- Pick up, Table 24.

Brussels sprouts.

You follow me with that.

And get water.

I'm good at water.

I mean, I made her
come three times.

I don't think anyone
with a dick is doing that.

Definitely not.

Then why won't she
fucking call me back?

Hey, Ari, are we friends?

I'm thinking about it.

Okay, so Will

came over to help me
with the three-plate--

Oh, is that what
they're calling it now?

I didn't expect it to happen.
I just--

Whatever, it's not a big deal.

You're the same level.

- Hi.
- Here we are.

There you go.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

- Have a lovely evening.
- You're right.

He reminds me of the boys
I usually date.

I always go for guys like Will,
I guess.

Everybody has a type, right?

No, you moron.

Same level like it says
in the manual.

Salaried people
can't fuck the hourly.

You can't fuck above
or below your level.

And you're both backwaiters.

Well, actually, you aren't yet.

She fucked Will.

Ari.

What? We aren't friends yet.

I hooked up with Will
the night before Thanksgiving

a couple of years ago.

He go down on you immediately?

Pff.

- Classic Will.
- Mm-hmm.

I taught him well.

He is Crocodile Hunter.

He goes down under.

Disgusting.

- Be nice to Will, okay?
- Gross.

- He's sweet.
- Who's sweet?

Not you.

Willy and New Girl are sweet.

Sweet?

Sounds stimulating.

Bartending since you were 12,
still graceless.

Thank you, Simone. Ari,
bucket of consumption ice.

You, run that fucking Manhattan
before I have to remake it.

I'll burn the ice.

If you burn the ice,

who will make the drinks?

Feeling tired tonight?

I'm a ball of energy.

Oh, okay.

Great.

Back to work.

Yes, Howard.

Not you.
You burn the ice.

Broken glass can never
be near consumption ice

for obvious reasons.

Nicky, when he's all caught up,

will you switch spots
with the ball of energy?

Thanks.

Burn the ice?

Get hot water
and melt it.

Okay.

Do it again.

So, is that Howard's version
of being angry?

Yeah.
Robot in a tie.

And are you always
in such a charming mood

or do you save
that especially for me?

Nah, it's just Simone's
up my ass.

Always or, like, just today?

Today.

She wants us to go home.

Back to the Cape.

I hate the Cape.

What's that?

You have a tattoo.

Yep.

Interesting.

You think so?

You go.
I'll pick up the ice.

You're just gonna cut yourself.

- No, I--I won't.

You going to Home Bar later?

Yeah.

Hey. I need a follow on seven.

Is it a pinot grigio
kind of night?

Uh, it's never a pinot grigio
kind of night.

Ever.
Hey, Nicky.

Do you have any of
that Barolo left?

Barolo's Italy, right?

Uh, North?

I, uh--I have some wine books
if you'd like to borrow them.

Yeah.

I would--I would
love to do that.

- Good evening, ladies.
- Oh, thank you.

Howdy.

Simone.

Guess who called me today.

- Tell me.
- Serena.

- Oh?
- Hmm.

I got to hear all about Hali
and the intricacies

of educating your child
through the Montessori method.

And though I am
generally suspicious

when I hear the words

"holistic" and "kindergarten"

in the same sentence,

I am going to make room

for her and Fred
to come in tomorrow night.

Terrific.

- Put them in my section.
- Absolutely.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night, cretins.
- Good night.

- Good night, Howard.
- Good night. Bye.

Hey, Jake.

I think I could
use a walk home.

You ready to go?

Sure.

I'll get my things.

She's in
the reservation book.

Simone versus Serena.

Cat fight.

Tomorrow night.

What is the deal with Serena?

- Backwaiter turned server.
- Turned Greenwich housewife.

- Mm-hmm.
- She win gold medal.

Simone crawls out
of her fucking skin

when Serena
comes in.

Hey, guys.

- Hey, Will, what's up?
- Hey.

Did you tell anybody that, um.

Oh, no.

Okay, all right.

- She would never.
- Okay, everybody relax.

Pick up!

Table Ten,
amuse-bouche of scallop

with saffron cauliflower purée,
roasted duck breast

with cherry reduction,
and roasted baby radish.

Compliments of...Chef. Soigné.

Wow.

Hey.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

But it's a two-top.
The chicken stays.

Oh.

Uh, wait, what is "swan-yay"?

VIP.
Now go.

I'm so happy
that we could squeeze you in.

Here we are.

Uh, good evening, um.

Here we have...

Uh, this is the scallop
with saffron.

With roasted...duck.

With some baby cherries.

With compliments.

You're the new girl.

I recognize that look.

- And that shirt.
- This is Serena.

She is an alumna

of our fair institution

and this handsome bearded man
is Fred, her husband.

He is one
of our oldest regulars.

Old? Oh, Howard,
I thought we were friends.

You worked here?

She was one
of our best servers.

She was no Simone.

Of course not.
Who could ever be?

I suspect she secretly
misses it.

- Mm.
- I miss being the new girl.

Howard sure knows
how to pick 'em.

Well, she complimented me
on my nails.

So, that's how you get
a job here.

Ah.

Look what I found hiding
downstairs.

Ah, I have been looking
for that bottle for two weeks.

Wherever did you find it?

Oh, right where I hid it.
- Hm.

Mm.

Oh, this is too good
not to share.

You have to make sure you have
a taste, Simone.

Oh, I already did.

Making such a fuss over us.

I just came to see
my old friends.

Hm.

Simone, where have
you been lately?

Hm, um, um...

Uh, Table 36 needs a re-set.

Of course.

I'll be right back.

Hi.

Hey.

I need a bottle of Opus.

You won't return
my phone calls.

I had to make a reservation
just to see you?

I've known you for 15 years.

We've drifted, Serena.
It happens.

I make an effort.
You don't.

You and Fred are guests.

I--I really can't get involved.

You're hiding behind that?

This is just a fucking job.

Okay, what do you want from me?

I want your friendship.

All right.

You want to know what I think?

Leave him.

You shouldn't have married him.

- It is not that easy.
- Exactly.

And here we are.

- Simone.
- Wait.

Little one.

What do you need?

Uh, sorry, uh.

- Uh, just, uh--
- Which bottle?

Opus.

Sorry, Serena, but we are
in the middle of service.

Right.

The guests.

I think you might spend
the rest of your life here.

I can live with that.

Don't let her get to you.

You know what?

I will bring the Opus.

You go bus the champagne bucket

and bring it to the dish,
and I will meet you there.

Okay.

- Right?
- Ah, yes, I made it myself.

Come again.

And next time
I'll bring my son in.

I'll take that.

Open it.

- Open it?
- Mm-hmm, go ahead.

Oh, my God.

Ff--wha--

We save these napkins.

Howard is getting hysterical
over our linens budget.

She doesn't eat?

Don't believe
everything you see.

She does this every six months.

She tells me she's
gonna leave him.

She begs for my help,

and she wants me to pretend

like nothing ever happened.

It's exhausting.

Good reminder.

Of the consequences.

Consequences of what?

Settling.

How did she settle?

Serena?

She was just like all of us.

She was young and without any
idea of what was gonna happen.

And she couldn't stand it,
the uncertainty.

Some people can't.

Then she met Fred Benson
in this building,

and she decided.

Do you understand
what I'm talking about?

Yeah, she decided
to marry him--

No.

To make the safe choice.

Uh, hey, Simone?

Table 23, should
I fire the entrees?

I got it.

Pick up, table 28!

Shrimp 1, strip steak 2.

You know, I'd still really love
to read those wine books.

I live above Café Margaux.

Hey.

- Hi.
- I saved you a seat.

You did.

Thanks.

So, your first
day off tomorrow.

- Yeah.
- You want to, um...

You want to practice
folding napkins?

I'm just fucking with you.

Let's go see a movie
or something

like real humans.

I was thinking the Film Forum.

What's the Film Forum?

Oh, it's just--it's
this place where they show

movies that nobody
wants to see.

I've been working there

since film school.

I didn't know you went
to film school.

Yeah.

Columbia.

Yeah, I sort of moved off
the pipe dream, but

I still like movies.

So, what do you think?
A...

burger and a pretentious movie?

Um.

Uh, I--I don't think so.

Sorry, I just, uh...

I just--I don't feel, um...

It's not right.

I--I'm sorry.

It's all good.

Speak English.

- I am needing you too.
- Yeah, coming.

Well, of course.
Take it.

Get home safe.