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Now, baby, what are you doing up?

I wanna help. Please, Mom.

Please?

Remember.

You have to put the ingredients in the pot in the exact right order.

Why does it matter if it's all going into the same pot?

Because we still make this sauce the exact same way my grandmother made it.

And her grandmother before her.

Cynda. This recipe defines us. It's our family code.

And if we didn't follow it to a T, it wouldn't be right anymore.

How do you...

I mean, doesn't that hurt?

Aw, baby girl.

You do this thing as long as I have, and you can't even feel the heat anymore.

Thank you so much for coming in.

Hey, how you doing today?

Good to see you.

Hey, welcome.

You saw this coming, didn't you?

Hey, Cynda.

What?

Yeah.

No denying it now.

The mayor was in Bob's pocket.

You always suspected it,

but now we have proof.

I got a bad feeling about what's next.

They just beheaded some of the top power brokers in the city.

What do you think?

Vegans take out all ten guys,

as revenge for the Mother fiasco?

What is it?

Well, we got ten heads, and only nine bodies.

This your so-called "Cannibal"?

-I think so. -Jesus.

Wait. Then why murder the rest?

I said he took the body.

I didn't say he murdered them.

There's only one person in all of Los Angeles

that could have done this.

Jiro.

Some no-name Outer Ringer? Come on.

Thing I can't wrap my head around is, what's his motive?

The guy's working with Bob.

Well, you better be right about this, and you better be quick.

This town's about to see a level of carnage it hasn't seen

since the Great Unraveling.

So, you gotta give me something,

anything that can tie this to Jiro, and bring him in before the Feds arrive.

He's not there. I've been waiting for him all morning too.

Shh, don't engage an officer.

Do you know the chef that runs this place?

Know? Please. I'm his apprentice.

Apprentice?

Jiro has an apprentice?

Yeah, I just graduated from rice to nori.

Then it's onto fish. Just like Jiro.

He's pretty good with a knife, huh?

Have you ever seen him use those knife skills in a violent way?

He's done a lot to make the lives of the people in the Outer Ring better.

More than I can say for the City of Angels Health Department.

That's for sure.

Yeah. I think that's everything I need. Thanks for the chat.

Oh. And don't let her outside alone.

I wouldn't want her catching strays in the crossfire.

What crossfire?

Oh, sweetie. Didn't you hear?

There's a war coming.

They say in the restaurant business, that competition is healthy.

Tell that to your fellow chefs bleeding out in the street.

This is our moment...

to show who has a better vision for LA.

Bob's menus and methods are outdated.

If we're going to move this town forward, the old ways need to die.

So grab your shovels and let's bury the...

Dead. I want her fucking dead.

I've served and earned the people's trust, kept them fed,

and she has the balls to challenge that?

Hell, no.

We snuff out this little uprising while it's still in the crib.

In this town, the actions have...

Consequences. Bob's become bloated...

lazy.

So let's just put him out of his...

Misery loves company.

So, don't leave a single one of them alive.

Let them burn in hell together.

As one, we cut Bob off at his knees,

make him crawl and beg for...

Forgiveness is for the weak.

Stand with us, or die in front of us.

Because we won't stop until there's nothing left to kill.

But I had nothing to do with that gang violence.

I was only trying to board up my restaurant.

Right. Sure you were.

The only innocent man in your neighborhood.

Come on.

You're just targeting me for being an Outer Ring chef.

Can I help you?

Hello. Cynda, is it?

We'll need all your files on the Ortolan massacre,

plus everything you have on Bob.

And while you're up, some decent coffee.

What the fuck?

-This is my case. -Cynda, I'm sorry.

It's the Alcohol, Firearms, and Food Agency's jurisdiction now.

Between the high-profile murders...

I am close on this.

For Christ's sake, Cynda. The mayor's head was in his lap.

Not to mention, the streets are filled with blood.

The department's being stretched to the max.

And now the Feds are stepping in.

Oh, come... But I know it's Jiro.

I just need more time to prove it.

Cynda.

My hands are tied.

Breaking and entering?

-Shit. -I see

you are willing to play dirty.

-You're under arrest. -For what?

The Ortolan murders at the Summit.

Drop the knife.

If this is your idea of justice, then...

Fine.

I got Jiro. I'm bringing him in.

Wait, you have him?

Because you weren't the only one with that hunch.

Hold on.

Turns out the AFF came to the same conclusion you did.

And they want Jiro as well.

But this place is crawling with crooked cops.

You can't bring him here.

Okay, so...

The AFF is setting up a safe house.

I'll text you the address soon.

But what am I supposed to do with him in the meantime?

Hello?

This...

You hungry?

You want to eat...

here?

Well, since you asked about my idea of justice, let me show you.

Welcome to Pig-EZ. First time?

Can we just get some brisket and burnt ends?

Okay.

-And is he... -Hungry?

Yes. Brisket. Burnt ends. No sauce.

Why did we come here to eat?

Why did you decapitate all those bigwigs at the Summit?

Ah, I see we both have questions for each other.

Have you seen a lot of decapitations, Jiro?

I've seen a lot of decapitations.

In all cases, the neck is mangled from hacking,

the flesh a mess.

But the Ortolan cuts?

These cuts were flawless.

Clean around the cartilage membrane and bones.

Now, the last time I saw a decapitation this precise,

was when I checked Louie Cervantes' severed head into the morgue.

You know, the last guy who put soy sauce on your sushi?

Bob says you're working for him.

So why did you take out all his prized associates at the Ort...

Wait a minute.

Are you not working for Bob?

Are you working for Rose?

Or are you working both of them against each other?

There he is. Bob, welcome.

Quite the turnout.

You got at least half the deepest pockets in LA

assembled in this room.

I'd say more than half, actually.

Look, I know you're off the clock, but we just remodeled our kitchen.

And I'd love to get your take on it.

As long as you ain't putting me to work.

I diced my last onion hours ago.

Onions.

What the hell is she doing here?

You lying prick.

-You set me up. -I swear to God.

Hey, hey, easy, easy!

The two of you are costing the people out there a lot of money.

And we fucking like our money.

Now, this war between the Summit and the farm

is hurting more than the dead chefs in the street.

It's killing our bottom line.

So, the two of you are going to stay in this kitchen,

until you find a way to peacefully resolve it.

This ends tonight, understand?

He took all the weapons.

You fucking sadist.

You sausage'd my Devon to death!

You're killing my restaurant and my soldiers.

Me?

You started all this when you sent Monty's head to me in a box.

I didn't kill any Monty.

But now I'm wishing I did.

You and Jiro sabotaged my Mother delivery. You cost me a fortune.

Well, you decapitated my entire business board.

Why would I decapitate your board and not you, moron?

You hired the baker.

That's why Jiro had to...

Leave.

You ever kill a man to send a message, and then refuse the credit?

-Hell no. -Me neither.

But within all this confusion, I'm recognizing a pattern.

A constant.

Jiro?

Jiro.

-Fuck! -Goddamn it!

You hungry?

Oh, I can eat.

Why are you playing Bob and Rose against each other?

Why do you come to a restaurant you hate?

This used to be my family's place.

Before it was stolen from them.

So, how you been...

Cynda, honey.

I need you to go to the spot right now, okay?

-But Mom... -Now!

Oof.

All right, come on with me. Come on.

Daddy.

I found this. It was the last one intact.

I think it belongs to you.

Here you go.

I know you said no sauce, but, like, I couldn't resist.

Dropping off some of our most popular selections,

in case you change your mind.

We have the Oink Oink Ooze, Mustard 'n' Stuff,

the Fiery Freebase,

and my personal favorite, the Whole Hog Slush.

Enjoy your meal.

Needs sauce.

No.

Use this.

This sauce, this...

This is what injustice looks like.

They slaughtered and stole from us.

But guess what?

They'll never get to eat our food the way it's meant to be eaten.

Mmm.

It's not too sweet.

Thank you.

Did you know that I'm the only one who still gets to eat this meal,

the right way with the right sauce?

Well, until you, just now, I guess.

You do not come here to eat.

Whenever I feel jaded, whenever I feel like giving up,

I'll come back here and remind myself why I do what I do.

Oh, we are the same, then.

You and me.

And how am I the same as someone who beheaded ten men?

I am also seeking a kind of justice.

There's a right way to make barbecue sauce,

and there's a right way to pursue justice.

Maybe, but we both know this town is full of people who deserve to die.

Maybe so, but...

I still have hope.

I can't believe I got played by that Outer Ring peasant!

When I get my hands on him, I'm gonna gut Jiro

-throat to scrote! -Get in line.

I'm gonna spatchcock that motherfucker, and snap his ribcage in two.

I'm going to sous vide him, until his insides are jerky.

Not before I purée his unmentionables into a gazpacho.

You know what this needs?

Butter?

Cloves, chili pepper, ground mustard seed,

salt, garlic, turmeric and...

Mmm.

The last ingredient in your barbecue sauce,

I can't figure it out.

Well, if I told you, I'd have to kill you.

Well, you nearly got them all, which is pretty impressive.

Thank you for dinner.

Well, fun's over.

I gotta take you in to the Feds.

Okay.

Okay?

That's it? No fighting or running off?

It's almost like you wanted or waited for this to happen.

Well, I learned everything I needed to know about you

from our meal.

And though we exist in different worlds, you are trying to do the right thing.

Just like I am.

So, okay.

Let's go.

Yeah. Okay.

Let's go.

It's quiet out here.

Yeah, I like quiet.

CAHD. Asset delivery.

You can go. We got it from here.

Where are the release forms?

I know how the AFF gets with their releases.

Am I right?

Aww, c'mon.

Why are you sweating, newbie? Huh?

Got something to hide?

How? Like, how do you keep having this hand?

Read 'em and weep!

This is so frustrating.

All right, I'm out.

Hey, where are you going?

Don't worry. I'll be right back.

Can I help you?

I've cleaned a few dishes on my way up.

May I?

Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.

These aren't the Asset Releases.

I need the Asset Release Protocol.

Look again.

Hey, what are you doing over there?

You'd be surprised what a little lemon can do to grease.

Get on the fucking floor!

Jiro!

Tamarind.

That's the last ingredient in our recipe...

is tamarind.

Now go.