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Come on.

There you go.

Come on.

Have a truffle, girl.

Good find, girl.

Oh, boy.

Excuse me.

No. No, fuck off.

Get away from my car.

Go, go. Come on.

No, no, not me, either.

What's up, old man?

Oh, wow.

Beautiful.

Woo.

I don't know how this little fucker does it.

How do you do it?

You sure you don't want one of those,

um, camp showers,

you know, the ones with the propane

and the hot water?

What about that phone?

I don't wanna be the one to drive up

and find you, like dead.

You know, there's, like, animals and shit out here.

Okay.

Oh.

Good talk, Rob.

See you next Thursday, asshole.

Go out.

Go out, go away.

Get out, get out, it's just-- I'm trying to surprise you.

I'm trying--I'm...

I'm okay.

It's just coyotes. Back to bed, girl.

Hey, hey.

It's just coyotes.

That's it, go to bed.

Go inside! Go! Get it. Get it!

I got it, I got it, I got it.

Oh, my God!

Hey!

No. No. No.

Can I help you?

Marge here?

Marge died 10 years ago.

Oh.

Do you have a phone?

Are you gonna order something?

No.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Thank you.

You fucker.

Whoa, that hurt?

Listen, man.

You know this isn't, like, my problem, right?

You want your supply, I need my pig.

The classical composers

are those of the first rank

who have developed music

to the highest picture-perfection

on its formal side.

Therefore, where classical music

proves superior to all other forms

is in its staying power.

It was beautiful 200 years ago

and will remain beautiful 200 years from now.

Something so potent and elemental in the appeal...

How's it going, Mac?

- Yo. - Mac?

You know, I don't like

buyers coming out to the site.

Yeah, hey, Mac. Sorry.

I'm just, um...

um, uh, we're just looking

for that couple with the green pickup.

Turquoise.

You got a little somethin'.

Uh, they haven't been around for a few weeks.

What'd they do?

Nothing. Just a little misunderstanding

we gotta get sorted out.

They took my pig.

What kind of pig?

It's a truffle pig.

Motherfucker!

Wicky, you take over.

Anyone fucks with Wicky, I'll break your fingers.

Motherfuckers!

I expect certain things

from the people I do business with.

I think that's reasonable.

Yeah. We appreciate that, Mac.

- We really do appreciate it. - Uh-hmm.

You've been digging my sites.

No. No, no, no. We wouldn't do that.

This guy comes telling me you took his pig.

That means you're poaching.

Okay. Listen.

We don't even have the pig anymore, okay?

- I mean, I swear... - Who has it?

I don't know.

Did you see him?

I didn't get like a fucking ID or...

it was just some guy with money and...

- Rich? - Um, he came to us.

Oh, he drove a nice car.

What kind of car did he drive in?

Black.

It was--it was waxy.

It was just some city guy. I don't--I don't know.

So I guess that's it? Just find a new one?

Another pig can't do what she did.

I don't know, man. Get a--

get a good trainer or something.

You lose a season while I train a pig

that'll never be as good?

Take me to the city.

What?

A city guy.

What are you gonna do, knock on every

fuckin' door in Portland?

I might know someone

who knows the industry.

You might...

I--I'm not taking you to the fucking city, okay?

That's where I do my business.

Are you afraid?

Listen, what I do is all about my reputation.

- People talk. - People talk?

- Yeah. - People talk.

Stop saying that.

You like this car?

You like that shirt?

Shut up.

Yo.

Is this the spot?

I need $10.

Sure you do.

the love you lost

Have you heard anything about a pig?

I remember a time when your name

meant something to people, Robin.

But now...

you have no value.

You don't even exist anymore.

You don't exist.

You even know his real name?

Open the door.

How do you know that guy?

Rob, how do you know him?

I used to live around here.

Was that Edgar?

How do you know Edgar?

What time is it?

- What? - I don't have a watch.

Oh, shocker.

It's 9:15.

What are we doing?

We're waiting until 12:00.

Oh, shit!

Just you--yeah, you go.

Go away.

I need to go inside.

We don't have a bathroom.

- I'm having a night out... - Don't tell him my name,

- ...with my friend. - You stupid asshole.

- What is it? - Amir?

- Fucking kill me... - Amir! Yo!

Dave? What's up, my dude?

I didn't know you were working tonight.

Yeah. Is this guy with you?

Hey, listen, he's my dad's friend.

I'm just showing him around and we're just...

- Just whatever, man. - He's Buddhist.

I don't care.

Do you even know where we're going?

Rob!

We're going to the Hotel Portland.

What?

What hotel? What...

The Hotel Portland.

I know this city.

There is no such thing as a Hotel Portland.

I'm sticking my neck out.

And we're in my city now, so you have to--

you know, you gotta keep me in the loop.

There is no loop. We're finding my pig.

You're not part of a loop. You're my ride.

Fuck you, man!

You're just a fucking homeless asshole

who probably fucks his pig.

I'm so sick of your shit!

Do you know what you're worth to me without that pig?

Nothing. Fucking zero!

You're gonna have a fucking stroke in that cabin,

and I'm gonna be the only one that fucking notices.

So how about try and give me some fucking respect?

I don't fuck my pig.

Fuck this, man! I am fucking outta here.

The hotel was torn down back in the '50s.

Now it's Pioneer Square.

But they just covered up the subbasement, so...

it's all still there under the park.

- What? - Now it's Edgar's place.

That's where we're going.

Now you're in the loop.

Help me.

Whatever happens, just stay back.

What does that mean?

What's "whatever?"

Rob?

It's dusty.

Leave that off. Your eyes will adjust.

Edgar's been running fights for restaurant workers

for 30 years.

If your name means something, they'll bid high.

That's all he sees.

How do you know that?

Who are you?

Ten seconds. That is 500 bucks for Dennis.

And next up, we've got...

Oh, my God.

I'm looking...

for my pig.

Sorry. I don't cook very much.

You know the place?

Finway's?

Yeah, it's hot.

Can you get a reservation for lunch?

Sure. Yeah.

You know, when I was a kid,

my parents used to do this...

date night thing.

I mean, not a lot,

my dad was really busy.

They'd usually come back

fighting and screaming at each other.

And my mom would get all...

mopey.

But...

this one night...

I remember...

going to this restaurant and...

they came back,

and they were so happy.

Like, they were smiling

and talking about the food and the wine

and really, really, really drunk.

They talked about that meal for years.

Even after the chef,

this huge chef,

just disappeared.

That was your spot.

People still talk about it, you know?

It's probably the only time I remember my mom, like...

What happened to her?

She's...

Um, she killed herself.

She was--

she was never like...

when you're like that,

it's just it's gonna happen sooner or later.

My dad was--

he was always the tough one

in the family.

So, his business is bomb.

I mean, he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

He's very--

he's very with it,

know what I mean?

He's locked in.

Motherfucker.

We don't...

have to care.

People first came out here

10,000 years ago...

we would've been under 400 feet of water.

Every 200 years,

we get an earthquake,

right along the coast.

One's coming up.

When the shockwave hits,

most of the city will flatten.

Every bridge will fall

into the Willamette,

so...

there's nowhere to go

even if we could.

Anyone who survives that's just waiting.

Five minutes later,

they'll look up

and they'll see a wave

ten stories high.

And then all this, everyone...

it's all gonna be at the bottom of the ocean.

Again.

You should use stale bread for French toast.

A tone becomes musical material

only by association with another tone.

We might hear it alone,

study its quality,

and determine its degree

of acuteness or gravity, but its...

You want that hundred fifty percent carthusianum?

You come to me.

If you want some bullshit indicum,

then you go to Katie.

You want some shit that's been sitting in a--

you want some shit that's been sitting in a cooler

for three days? Then you go to my father.

But if you want the real thing,

if you want the real thing then you come to me.

I'm the king of the jungle.

Hey, you're buddies with the sous-chef

- over at Finway's, right? - How many grams are we at?

Uh, 220.

- That's close enough. - Cool. So, um...

Hey, Jess will get you on the way out, all right?

Right. Awesome. Um...

you are friends with Finway's guy, right?

- Yeah. - Sweet. Sweet.

Yo, you think you could, like,

score me a res for lunch today or...

You know that's your dad's spot.

Yeah. No, I--I mean, I know.

It's just like--it's fine.

He knows. It's cool. I'm not there for business.

I'm just-- I have a friend in town.

Anyway, you know how busy they are this time of year?

For sure. For sure. But...

I mean, you got like mad ins there, so.

Come on.

Hey.

Half off.

No.

My friend is Robin Feld.

That sounds nice.

What is it?

It's called a handpan.

Wanna try it?

Does your face hurt?

Yeah.

Thanks.

What's your name?

I'm Rob.

I used to live here.

What happened to the persimmon tree?

What's a persimmon?

It's a, uh...

it's an orange fruit.

Looks kind of like a tomato.

You--you can't eat it if it's not ripe.

It's awful.

But...

if you give it time,

it gets rid of these things called tannins,

and then they're very good.

I don't think we have a persimmon tree.

No?

That's okay.

Did it die?

We all have a set of held beliefs

about the world around us.

To challenge them

is to acknowledge our foundation is sand,

but it opens us up to something greater.

To pure connection.

To true life.

Today's journey begins by uniting the depths of the sea

with the riches of our forests.

We've emulsified locally sourced scallops

encased in a flash-frozen seawater roe blend,

on a bed of foraged huckleberry foam,

all bathed in the smoke

from Douglas fir cones.

I'd like to speak to the chef.

Listen, man, can we try to keep a low profile?

My dad sells to this place.

I'm not really supposed to be in here.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Why?

Why what?

Why aren't you supposed to be in here?

Oh, that's nice.

You know, we just have a thing.

We don't step on each other's sales.

I've got my business and he's got his.

Why don't you work for him?

I will one day, you know,

when I'm more established.

Your dad sounds terrible.

Well, you know,

can't all live in the woods.

I mean, it sounds like

he's not very supportive.

Well, he knows that I can make it on my own.

You know, in this business, you got to...

You got to...

you know, I don't need help. I don't need his help.

Let me do the talking, okay?

- Okay. - Hi, I'm Chef Finway.

Welcome to Eurydice.

- Food is really good. - Well, thank you.

Thank you. I'm so glad you're enjoying it.

Um, we heard there were some

new truffles on the menu?

Well, we are planning a few truffle dishes

for the winter menu.

It's--it's a-- it's a fascinating

and expanding local industry with deep roots

in old-world, uh, traditions.

Great.

Um...

I'm looking for a truffle pig.

I don't--

I, uh, I don't understand.

I just wanna know about the pig.

Tell him who you are.

Come on. Tell him.

Chef Feld?

Oh, my God. Uh, may I?

Uh, how are you?

My God. You--you--you've been off the scene for what,

- uh, 10 years? - Fifteen.

Really? Okay.

I thought you were-- um, well, I mean,

- the time is very, uh-- - Sure.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, do you need medical attention?

No. Thank you.

Uh, you probably don't remember me,

but I actually worked at Hestia.

You were a prep cook for two months.

Was it two months?

I fired you because you always overcooked the pasta.

Ah, ah, now, this is excellent.

This is a, uh, a 2012 Pinot

from just 20 miles away.

So do you know about the pig?

Uh, why--why do you want a pig?

It's my pig.

Oh, okay.

Uh, that--that--that's great.

That's a--that's a-- that's a great business.

It's a--it's a-- it's an expanding industry.

- It's--it's... - Someone stole it.

I really, um,

I respect you, Chef, I always have.

But I'm running a business here

and people have expectations,

uh, critics, uh, investors, so forth.

And, uh, truffles are-are-are-are a key part

of the whole, uh, concept of the winter menu

and--and they need to be the top of the line.

So you understand.

I--I have--I have the utmost respect for you,

utmost.

What is the...

concept here?

Um, well, uh,

we're interested in taking local ingredients,

uh, native to this region

and--and just deconstructing them,

you know, making the--the familiar feel foreign,

thereby giving us, uh,

an even greater appreciation of food as a whole.

This is the kind of cooking you like?

It's cutting-edge,

- it's very exciting. - Exciting.

Uh, I mean, everybody loves it.

You like cooking it?

- Absolutely. - Derek,

what was it you always used to talk about opening?

Wasn't it a pub?

Every-everyone loves it here.

It's a--this is a huge success.

Why didn't you open your pub?

I--I don't--

I don't know that I--I really wanted,

uh, I mean--I mean, it's such-- that was such a long time ago.

When I fired you, I asked you what you wanted to do.

You said you have a few rooms upstairs,

a real English pub.

That--did I--I say that?

- Yes. - Nobody wants pubs around here.

It's a--that's-that's-that's a terrible investment.

What was going to be your signature dish?

Liver scotch eggs with a honey curry mustard.

They're not real.

You get that, right?

None of it is real.

The critics aren't real,

the customers aren't real

because this isn't real.

You aren't real.

What...

Okay.

Derek, why do you care about this people?

They don't care about you, none of them.

They don't even know you

because you haven't shown them.

Every day you wake up

and there'll be less of you.

You live your life for them

and they don't even see you.

You don't even see yourself.

We don't get a lot of things to really care about.

Derek, who has my pig?

He's not somebody you wanna make angry.

He will be angry.

Rob.

Rob, it wasn't me, okay?

I don't even talk to him.

Open it.

Rob, I didn't say shit, okay?

Please, I--I didn't even know about it.

Take me to him.

It's my dad, okay?

It's my dad. You don't understand.

No.-

Fuck. Stop.

Stop. What the fuck?

The Camaro. What the fuck?

The Camaro. Stop.

- You psycho. - What's his address?

Listen, man, I will get you a new one.

I will get you a new one. I swear.

I'll take a hit for the season.

What is it?

380 Northwest Willow.

We're done.

I don't wanna see you again.

So that's it?

Really?

I'm right here.

Man, I am right here.

We can work this out.

Okay. You know what? Fuck.

All great men are ahead of their time

and then all great music,

no matter when written, you shall find

the instances of...-

Hi, Mom.

Um, I met the guy

who, um...

who made you that dinner.

Do you remember that dinner?

I actually think you'd really like him.

I don't know.

Would you wish Dad would just let you die?

So do you just wish that he'd let you die?

Excuse me.

Um, I was gonna clean her trach but...

- Uh-hmm. - ...did you wanna see her?

No.

Can I say...

it's an honor meeting you?

Half the restaurants in Portland owe you a debt.

I'd like my pig back.

My son means well, but, uh,

he's not cut out for this business.

It'll eat him alive.

I mean, he'll be okay.

I'll find him a nice desk job,

something out of the way. That's really where he belongs.

I don't care.

You know, he, uh,

he told me the first day that he met you

was actually sweet.

And I didn't think the business would take off, but...

here I am with egg on my face.

But I think now it's time for somebody who knows

what they're doing to take over.

I want my pig back.

Yeah. I'll give you $15,000 to walk away.

- No. - Twenty thousand.

- No. - Twenty million?

I control myself very well,

but I don't think you understand what I am.

From the very first moment my son started selling for you,

you've been in my world.

This whole time, all these years,

Edgar, Finway,

those tweaked out fucks,

they're mine.

That's just how it is.

You have nothing to bargain with.

Now I will have $25,000 delivered

to that little campground of yours tomorrow.

If I see you again,

you do anything to fuck with me,

I will chop that pig up into bacon.

I can buy another one.

Now get out of my house.

Were you always like this...

or was it just after she died?

Were you?

You made the right choice

being out there in the woods.

You had your moment,

but there's nothing here for you anymore.

There's really nothing here for most of us.

You don't keep a grip on it,

that's pretty much it.

Buy yourself a new pig.

I thought you might need your ride.

I have a bike.

I'm sorry I told him about you.

I really didn't know he'd take her.

I don't need my pig to find truffles.

What?

The trees.

The trees tell you where to look.

Then why the fuck did we do all this?

I love her.

Do you have a pen?

What?

I have to write something.

Um...

well, if the city floods, we can always go up

to Mount Hood.

Hood's an active volcano.

Well, I'm not fucking moving to Seattle.

Fuck Seattle.

I'm gonna need you to drop me off

and go and get everything on that list.

I can't get all these stuff.

Check in with the names.

Tell them you're with me.

You want me to use your name?

Should I even ask what we're doing?

We're getting my pig back.

Can I help you?

Hi. Um, I'm looking for Jezebel.

You'll have to schedule an appointment.

Robin Feld sent me.

Are these all yours?

Well, now, yes.

They used to belong to Robin and Laurie.

Who's Laurie?

He didn't ask me to

but I'm saving the one next to it for him.

You tell him that, okay?

You made it a bakery?

I'm a baker.

I kept it the same for a couple years.

I thought maybe you'd come take it back...

but you didn't.

And, um, it wasn't me,

you're a chef,

I'm a baker.

Do you still make your salted baguette?

Robin...

I do still make it.

The same recipe?

Same recipe.

Do you have a loaf?

Can I have another?

Bye, chef.

You got rid of the curtains?

Laurie always wanted to.

This is better.

Dad?

Dad, can you come out here?

We made you dinner.

You can leave.

We made you dinner.

Thank you.

Your son found this.

Hmm.

Get out.

Please get out.

Get out!

Get out of my house!

Get out!

I remember every meal I ever cooked.

I remember every person

I ever served.

Why are you doing this?

I'm sorry. But, um...

by the time I got it,

these waste of space junkies,

they...

They were too rough,

we couldn't--

she died.

What can I get you two?

What pie do you have today?

We don't do pie.

You don't do pie?

We have chocolate chip cookies,

cheesecake, and brownies.

All right.

We'll get two brownies.

We'll have some coffee too.

Cream and sugar?

Sure.

What are you thinking?

I was thinking

if I never came looking for her,

in my head,

she'd still be alive.

But she wouldn't be.

No, she wouldn't.

You okay?

I think I'm gonna walk.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'll see you Thursday?

Yeah.

...shall not be difficult for him to recognize

the three elements on which music rests,

melody, harmony, and rhythm.

Can he recognize them with sufficient...

Hey, no.

Stop.

So I know we're going

to a really fancy restaurant tonight

and you're gonna complain about the food,

and I'm gonna have to get really drunk

to deal with it.

But it's your birthday

and I love you.

This song reminds me of you.

Happy Birthday.

Hey, little girl, is your daddy home?

and leave you all alone?

is he good to you?

the things that I do?

took a knife

and cut a six-inch valley

of my skull

with the sheets soaking wet

through the middle of my head