All language subtitles for The.Bear.S01e08.720p.webrip.x265-BvS_eng

(audience applauding
and cheering)

Welcome back to?

AUDIENCE:
The Bear!

The Bear!

I'm Carmen Berzatto,

and today, we're gonna
be making beef braciole.

Now this is a very special dish

in my dysfunctional
nightmare of a household.

My brother Mike made this
for us every single Sunday.

AUDIENCE:
Aw.

And, you guys,
this is a cute story.

My brother, who was
addicted to painkillers,

blew his head off
on the State Street bridge.

Bam!

AUDIENCE:
Oh...

Now, hold on, it gets better.

No letter, no goodbye, nothing.

Except he did leave me

our family's restaurant
in his will,

which was a nice curveball

considering he never let
me work there with him,

even though I'm...

pretty good at this, right?

(audience cheering)

Uh, I used to run
the best restaurant
on the planet Earth.

It was pretty different
from my brother's shithole,

which is barely
hanging on by a thread.

So that was a nice
final "fuck you"

from Michael on the way out.

(audience applauding)

Anyway, braciole.

(audience gasps)

The fuck?

Guys?

Where's my stuff?

(audience laughing)

(laughing continues)

(slams counter)

(laughing continues)

The fuck is going on?

(laughing continues)

Fuck!

Shit!

Mike!

(Mike laughing)

I'm sorry, guys,
I'm sorry. Um...

I'm, I'm sorry, I'm really--
I'm just fucking this up, guys.

I'm fucking this up.
Stop, please.

-It's--
-(beep)

I'm fucking this up.

MICHAEL:
I'm right here.

I can't do this.

Guys, I can't do this!

Stop! I can't, I can't do this!

(beeping)

(ominous music plays)

(audience applauding)

MICHAEL:
You know (inaudible).

-(heavy breathing)
-(cell phone buzzes)

I'm right here.

Hey, Carm, hey,
can you hear me?

(horn blares)

Get the fuck off
my expo, Chef, now!

Get the fuck off!

MICHAEL:
Come on, you're better
than this place.

You're better.

I wanna set this place
on fuckin' fire.

Why are you--

MICHAEL:
Hey, Bear... let it rip.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

I got you, Car.

(chatter continues)

Would anyone that's been to

fewer than 15 meetings
like to speak?

(Carmy clears throat)

My name's Carmen.

My, um...

my brother's an addict.

My, My brother was an addict.

And this morning, I, um--

Sorry, uh...

I forgot, um--
B-Before I came to Al-Anon,
I was a cook.

I mean, I'm-I'm still a cook,

I'm just a different
kind of cook, I guess.

My brother and I,
we would cook a lot together,

especially when we were kids.

You know, that's-that's
when we were closest.

Food was always
our common ground.

We wanted to open
a restaurant together.

Um, we had a name,
we had a vibe, all of it.

My brother could make you
feel confident in yourself.

You know, like, when I
was a kid, if I was nervous,

I was scared,
I wouldn't wanna do something,

he'd always tell me
to just face it.

You know, get it over with.
He would always say, um--

Stupid, he would
always say, um...

"Let it rip."

He was loud.

And he was hilarious.

And he had this amazing ability.

He could just,
he could walk into a room,

and he could take
the temperature of it instantly.

You know, he could just,
he could dial it.

And, um...

I'm not built like that, man.

I, um...

I didn't have a lot
of friends growing up.

I had a, a stutter
when I was a kid.

I was scared
to speak half the time.

And, uh, I got shitty grades

'cause I couldn't
pay attention in school.

I didn't get into college.

I didn't have any girlfriends.

I don't think I'm funny.

I always thought my brother
was my best friend.

Like, Like, we just knew
everything about each other.

Except...

everybody thought
he was their best friend.

You know, he was that,
he was that magnetic.

And, um...

I didn't know my brother
was using drugs.

What does that say?

As we got older, I-I realized

I didn't know
anything about him...

really.

He stopped letting me
into the restaurant

a couple years ago.

He just cut me off cold.

And that, um...

that hurt, you know.

And I think that just,
that flipped a switch in me

where I was like,
"Okay, fuck you, watch this."

And because we had
this connection through food

and he had made me feel
so rejected and lame

and shitty and uncool,

I-I made this plan where
I was gonna go work

in all the best
restaurants
in the world.

You know, like, like, I'm gonna
go work in real kitchens.

Like, fuck Mom and Dad's
piece of shit, right?

And it sounds ridiculous,
you know, me saying that now,

but that's-that's-that's
what I did.

And I got the shit
kicked outta me.

And I separated herbs
and I shucked oysters

and clams and uni.

And I cut myself,
and I got garlic and onions

and peppers in my fingernails
and in my eyes,

and my skin was dry
and oily at the same time.

I had calluses
on my fingers
from the knives,

and my stomach was fucked,
and it was...

everything.

And a couple years later,
this funny thing happened

which is like...

for the first time in my life

I-I started to find this,
uh, this station for myself.

And I was fast. I wasn't afraid.

And it was clear,
and I-I felt...

I felt okay, you know.

I knew which vegetables
went together,

proteins, temperature,
sauces, all that shit.

And when somebody new came
into the restaurant to stage,

I'd look at them like
they were competition,

like I'm gonna smoke
this motherfucker.

I felt like I could
speak through the food,

like I could communicate
through creativity.

And that kind of
confidence, you know,

like I was finally--
I wa-- I was good at something,
that was so new,

and that was so exciting
and I just wanted him

to know that and, fuck,
I just wanted him

to be like, "Good job!"

And the more he
wouldn't respond,

and the more our relationship...

kinda strained,

the deeper into this I went
and the better I got.

And the more people I cut out,
the quieter my life got.

And the routine
of the kitchen was so...

consistent and exacting and busy

and hard and alive,

and I lost track
of time and he died.

And he left me his restaurant.

And over the last couple months
I-I've been trying to fix it

'cause it was in rough shape,
and I think it's very clear

that me trying to fix
the restaurant...

was me trying to fix whatever
was happening with my brother.

And I don't know, maybe fix
the whole family because...

that restaurant,
it has and it, it does mean

a lot to people.

It means a lot to me.

I just don't know if it
ever meant anything to him.

(upbeat music playing)

Anything from Marcus yet?

No, Jeff.

For real, she just missed
my asshole, you know.

Like, what happens if you get
stabbed in the asshole?

You can't sew an asshole.

-EBRAHEIM: I've sewn asshole.
-RICHIE: Whose?

EBRAHEIM:
A close friend.

Chefs, yo, let's bring it
in for pre-service, please.

Yes, Chef.

CARMY:
Everybody, come on out.

Uh, okay, look, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but we are gonna be closed
for dinner service tonight

'cause we are having
a bachelor party in the front.

-Fuck that!
-CARMY: I know.

I know.
It's Cicero's friends, so...

-Yo, Cousin.
-That sucks, Jeff.

I was just getting
into the zone.

No, I know. I get it.

But, uh, it's just
for the night.

We're still gonna
rock lunch, alright?

I'll run point
out front tonight

in case I gotta use
the big boy voice.

I think we'll be fine,
thank you.

Bro, you can never tell

with these
white-collar criminals.

-Carmen, how many people?
-CARMY: How many people?

Um, I'm not sure, but, uh, we're
gonna try to keep it chill.

They're gonna bring
their own booze.

We're gonna have
snacks, small plates

moving right through, okay?

-TINA: Alright, yes, Chef.
-EBRAHEIM: Thanks, Chef.

Thank you, Chefs.

(soft jazz music playing)Okay, I see you.

You see me?

Yeah, combining ingredients.

Yeah.

Just take the compliment. Jeez.

Now I see you adding
salt and everything.

-No--
-You're outta control.

Yeah.

That's cool.
You didn't even take a day off.

Uh, I don't know about cool.

I feel like, uh,
I'm just the type, like,

as soon as I stop, I...

(imitates explosion sound)

You know?

Yeah, I feel that.

My dad's like that.

Yeah, my, uh,
my mom's like that.

I, um, I feel kinda bad
'cause I feel like

I haven't really like
asked you how you're doing,

um, with everything
since, you know.

Yeah. I mean, I feel okay.

Better.

You know, my head just got
real fucked up for a minute.

I mean, welcome to the club.

Is that not weird, though?

Dude, it would be weird
to work in a restaurant

and not completely
lose your mind.

-Yeah.
-Hmm.

Mm. It's good?

SYDNEY:
I mean, we're
about to find out.

So what is this?

This is, uh, Chilean sea bass.

We got a little...

(inaudible)-inspired,
uh, tomato confit.

Then, uh, I don't know, herbs,

'cause... fuck it.

MARCUS:
You know, why the fuck not?

SYDNEY:
Okay, that's what I'm saying.

MARCUS:
Yeah.

So, have you like,

eaten at all these people
that you studied?

Oh, man, when
I was at the CIA,

the, um, the
Culinary Institute of America,

not the, you know, CIA--

Yeah, thanks
for clearing that up.

Yeah, I thought you were a spy.

I could do a regime change

if I really felt like it.

A chef by day,
a CIA agent by night?

Okay, it's--
Crazier things have happened.

-Your coordination, though.
-Hey!

What do you mean, hey?
You spilled veal stock.

I've seen you in action,
I'm just saying--

I invite you into my home
and this is how you treat me?

You, You reward me
with memories
for cooking for you?

Anyway, when I was at the CIA,

I felt like the biggest
idiot on the planet

because I didn't know
half of the people

that anyone was
talking about, and...

I was also so, so broke
when I was there.

And the moment
the semester finished,

I bought a one-way ticket
to New York

and I spent every
single dollar I had,

every last penny, just eating.

Every single place
that I could think of.

And one of those places
was the best meal I ever had.

MARCUS:
That's so tight.

So what was the best one?

Wait one second,
because I forgot...

this.

-Get ready for this.
-Mm-hmm.

Wow, yeah.

SYDNEY:
I had a chef who...

would only let me zest.

-Mm-hmm.
-That was it.

I worked at the place
for like, eight months,

and all I did was zest.

Oh, that's normal.

So normal.

Yeah.

Wow.

This is really,
really, really good.

Thank you.

Nope.

Fuck, Mikey.

(footsteps approaching)

-(knock on door)
-TINA: Yo, Jeff.

Yo. What's up, T?

Jeff?

Yeah?

You good?

Yeah.

Yeah, why?

TINA:
Hmm.

No. You're not as
annoying as usual.

I'm just, uh, tired, I think.

TINA:
Heard.

You're dressed like Syd.

Hmm.
Like a profesh?

Yeah.

-CARMY: I like it.
-I like it, too.

Hey, T, you don't know
anything about, uh,

KBL Electric, do you?

Mikey never mentioned
anything about that to you?

(scoffs) Who the fuck knows?

That kid?

Marone.

Marone.

TINA:
What's it for?

CARMY:
I don't know.

He was paying these
big pieces out every month.

Adds up to the amount
that Cicero loaned him.

How much was the loan?

CARMY:
It's a lot.

That's a lotta bachelor parties
to pay it back, huh?

Yes, Chef.

Why didn't he just
pay the vendors?

TINA:
I don't know, Carm.

I remember there was one month
we didn't have napkins.

He wasn't paying them on time.

I was like, "Mikey, pay these
motherfuckers. We need napkins."

And he was like,
"What's the point?

We not gonna be able to pay
'em next month anyways."

Hmm.

Sounds like that was
his attitude, huh?

(sighs) No, no.

I remember it because
it wasn't his attitude.

Hey, Tina, you go ahead,
you take the night off, okay?

I got you.

TINA:
Thanks.

Yo, Jeff?

You know how much
I loved him, right?

How much?

A lot.

I loved him a lot.

Thanks, Jeff.

I, um, I had some
of your donut the other day.

-Off the floor?
-Yeah, off the floor.

Gary keeps it clean.

No, I don't wanna hear--

That's not a good excuse.

Listen, the man works hard.

Well, so what'd you think?

It was, It was really good.

-It was really, really good.
-Hmm.

And I'm really sorry

that Carmy destroyed it
like a little bitch.

That's exactly what he did.
He destroyed it like a bitch.

-Little bitch.
-Little small bitch.

-Okay.
-Mm-hmm.

Have you, um, have you
talked to him yet, or--

No.

I'm gonna go back,
and we'll hash it out, I guess.

Or maybe not,
and that's just how it is,

"Thank you, Chef,
may I have another?"

Yeah, there is
no right answer.

You gonna go back to UPS?

UPS is the crazy shit
that made me

wanna do this crazy shit,
so, probably not.

We didn't really like
eat out a lot growing up,

so when we did, it felt special
even if it wasn't.

-MARCUS: Mm-hmm.
-I don't know.

Yeah, I mean,
my family
was the same.

Like, for my cousin
Terrell's graduation,

we went
to Michael Jordan's
steakhouse.

-Okay, and?
-What do you mean, and?

It's the best
restaurant on Earth.

-What do you mean?
-The bacon?

Yes, yes, exactly,
you understand, yeah.

It's the best bacon.

That's what
I wanna do, though.
I wanna...

I wanna cook for people
and make them happy

and give them
the best bacon on Earth.

Well, even though that spot
is, is taken, actually.

Second-best is cool.

-That's great.
-Mm-hmm.

-I'd love that.
-MARCUS: Yeah.

So back
to The Beef
then, huh?

I don't know. Knowing me,
I'll just probably...

get a job at another spot.

Another after that,
and I guess just do that forever

until my credit isn't
negative one million.

Uh.

You got a dream spot?

Of course.

MARCUS:
Like what?

I mean, you'll find out
when it's open.

-Okay.
-SYDNEY: Okay.

I like that attitude.

That's how you win.

Yeah, or, or lose everything

and, um, end up
living back with your dad

and his stinky fuckin'
CPAP machine.

But... it was cool
seeing you guys

be good at different things,
you and Carmen,

and I learned a lot from y'all.

Hmm.

Wait, so what was the best one?

Best what?

Best meal you ever had.

Yeah, it was, it was Carmy's.

-I knew it. I knew it, yeah.
-SYDNEY: Hmm.

He is really, really...

really good.

High praise.

Yeah, but he's
still a little bitch.

Yeah.

I won't disagree.

(electronic music playing)

(cheering)

Fuckin' asshole.

I'm standing right
here doing nothing.

Not you, your fuckin' brother.

This is a fucking
disgrace right here.

(music continues)

Addicts.

They, They say some shit like
they gotta help themselves,

but I should've
fuckin' handcuffed

that motherfucker to the desk.

You knew he was using?

How could you not?

Because I never
fuckin' saw him,

I never fuckin' talked to him.

He wouldn't take my calls.

He wouldn't let me
work in the restaurant.

I should've done more.

What could you do?

I don't fuckin' know!

(exhales)

I never thought he was,
would f--

You know, he was so loud and...

obnoxious and fuckin'...

hilarious.

You know, he was Mikey Bear.

I thought...

he would pull out of it.

(rattling and pounding)

What the fuck?
You gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

(groans)

(grunting)

CARMY:
Hey, get the fuck--

RICHIE:
That's enough!

That's fuckin' enough!

Enough! Enough!

(groaning)

(slow techno music playing)

Yo.

(music continues)

Fuck.

-(cell doors close)
-(buzzer buzzes)

Any word?

GUARD:
Nothing yet.

We'll let you know
the minute he wakes up.

But he's still in the ICU?

GUARD:
Correct.

Uh, what, what happens
if he doesn't wake up?

He better wake up.

But I'm saying,
what happens if he doesn't?

You'll be looking
at manslaughter.

Hold on. Guard? Sir?

Sir? Officer?

Hey.

I need my phone call.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

(keypad clicking)

(line ringing)

TIFF (voicemail):
Hey, this is Tiff.

Leave a message
after the tone.

-(beep)
-Hey.

Sorry, I know it's late.

I just, uh, you know...
(chuckles)

I'm just getting off work.
It's been a crazy day.

All good, though. Um...

you know, I was just...

(exhales)

I was just thinking
about all that shit

that went down
with your dad, you know.

And, uh...

how I called him
what I called him.

And, uh...

you were right, you know.

That was not okay.

And, uh...

I'm sorry.

Uh... (clears throat)

um, you know,
that's pretty much it.

Um...

hope you guys had a good day.
Give Eva a big hug.

And, uh... yeah,
I'll talk to you later.
Okay, good night.

(train rumbling)

Jerimovich, let's go.

(door clicking)

He woke up?

GUARD:
You got lucky. You get charged
with Aggravated Assault.

(sighs)

Oh, God, thank you, God.

You're welcome, dickhead.

(sighs)

(sniffs)

RICHIE:
Yo.

(clears throat)

Yo, Carm?

Hey.

Carmen.

(clears throat)

-You ready to get
outta here?
-Yep.

(Carmy clears throat)

(engine starts)

(exhales)

(sighs)

Where'd you get
the money for bail?

Used our two-week parachute.

Thank you, Cousin.

All good.

Get Ballbreaker ready, yeah?

(Richie scoffs)

(Richie sniffles)

(sniffles)

You okay?

(voice breaking) Yeah.

I'm okay.

You're all I got, Cuz.

(sighs)

(Richie sniffles)

Alright.

(pop music playing)

(water running)

EBRAHEIM:
Carmen!

I'm so sorry, Chef.

I'm happy you're back.

Heard, Chef.

-CARMY: Yes, Chef.
-Carmen.

Wh-What the fuck is this?

CARMY:
What the fuck is that?

This is my station.
This is not respect.

No, Chef, that is not respect.

Hey!

Richard, aw, bandito,
my little felon.

Argh.

(Richie chuckles)

You hooligan.

A souvenir for your troubles.

What? Ew!

Gary, I stand before you
a penitent man.

-I can't.
-Alright, let's rock.

Do you ever feel sad?

Of course, I do, Neil.
But I don't talk about it.

I keep it all inside.

It helps me
beat the shit out of people.

I get it.

What time is Syd coming in?

I'm gonna be handling
her prep today, Chef.

Ooh. Don't fuck it up.

I'll do my best.

No, but, seriously, though,

if you ever try
that shit with me,

I'll fuck your ass up.

Heard, Chef.

Uh, alright,
(clears throat),
listen up,

we have the, uh,
River North Festival today,

so I want everybody
doing a little bit extra.

T, you're gonna do
a triple prep, okay?

Marcus, couple extra cakes.

Ebra, double prep
for you, please.

And then, uh, Cousin, we're
still gonna get a lunch rush,

so I want the front of house
locked and loaded please.

-Alright?
-ALL: Yes, Chef.

CARMY:
Thank you.

(buzzer buzzes)

-Yo.
-DELIVERYMAN: Yo.

-200 pounds.
-Great, yeah, thank you.

Hold up, no, no, this is, uh...
that's pork. I don't need pork.

I'm just the delivery guy.
Take it up with Lu.

(metal music playing)

-(dings)
-(ticking)

TINA:
Shit!

-Come here. Sweeps!
-EBRAHEIM: Carmen.

What the fuck? Are you crazy?

-Yo, hey!
-Yo.

-Yo!
-Yo.

Yo. Fuck.

You alright?

CARMY:
Yeah.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Sorry.

(footsteps approaching)

(Richie sighs)

(sniffles)

What is this?

I don't know.

Richie, wh-what
the fuck is this?

I don't know.

And...

I didn't really wanna
give it to you 'cause...

it meant that he was gone.

Um, but, uh...

(Richie sighs)

(clears throat)

Stupid.

(softly) Stupid.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(sizzling)

(cell phone buzzes)

(sighs)

(sighs)
Oh, fuck me.

Ugh.

(cell phone chimes)

(chimes)

(chimes)

(sizzling)

(chimes)

(sniffles)

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

What?

What?

You know, in Somalia,
I am grillmaster.

Oh, shut up, you old bitch.

That's sexist.

TINA:
Who's on family?

I got it today, Chef.

-RICHIE: You see this?
-(whirring)

Look at this,
it's doing that thing.

-Yeah.
-Where the streams,
they won't join.

(sighs)

I got you. I'm gonna fix this.

-Oh, you got me?
-I got you--

-How about this?
How about we got you?
-You got me?

We're giving you
an opportunity to work here,

even prove yourself,

maybe put some money
in your pocket.

Yeah, yeah.

You know what?

I saw you got stabbed
back there.

Yeah, I did.

It was pretty dope.

Looked pretty cool.

You just got stabbed
and then you like walked it off.

And it was kinda--
it was pretty tough.

No shit, it was.

Pretty tight.
Okay, I'll fix this.

(flames whooshing)

Housekeeping, Chefs.

-ALL: Yes, Chef.
-CARMY: Thank you.

("Let Down" by
Radiohead playing)

-Cousin!
-RICHIE: Yo!

Help!

♪ Transport ♪

♪ Motorways and tramlines ♪

RICHIE:
Let's go. Let's go.

-(overlapping chatter)
-Let's go!

(overlapping chatter)

RICHIE:
Ten, twenty.

Yeah.

Yo, stop fuckin' around.

♪ Disappointed people ♪

♪ Clinging onto bottles ♪

SWEEPS:
Yo, Richie, you can finally get
a new CD for your car.

-RICHIE: Yeah.
-(laughter)

(overlapping chatter)

CHEF:
You can finally get,
You can finally get a new car.

♪ Let down
and hanging around ♪

♪ Crushed like a bug
in the ground ♪

-(overlapping chatter)
-SYDNEY: Uh...

what's, uh, uh--

Chef!

Syd, quit fuckin' around.
Grab a can opener.

♪ Shell smashed,
juices flowing ♪

Family style?

Two tops, booths.

♪ Don't get sentimental ♪

Danish design...

tasting menu at the bar.

Window on the side.

-For sandwiches.
-CARMY: Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ Crushed like a bug ♪

Okay.

RICHIE:
Show you motherfuckers
how it's done.

What do we call it?

♪ Let down
and hanging around ♪

♪ Let down and hanging ♪

♪ Let down ♪

♪ Let down ♪

(overlapping chattering)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ Let down ♪

Your grandfather died from it?

♪ Let down ♪

(chatter continues)

♪ You know, you know
where you are with ♪

♪ You know where
you are with ♪

♪ Floor collapsing,
floating ♪

♪ Bouncing back and ♪

♪ One day I am
gonna grow wings ♪

♪ A chemical reaction ♪

♪ Hysterical and... ♪