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Thank you.

Thank you.

Music, please. Don't smoke, don't kill
your palate.

And my palate will die happy.

Logo. Tonight is huge. Okay? The flavor
profiles, it's all super delicate. When

you smoke, you ruin your ability to
be able to please. Please.

Nine. Jesus.

Thank you. Oh, thank God.

Is that going to fit everyone?

Easily. Twelve customers total.

A nice how do I talk about
it?

1250 a head, that's how.

You're fucking kidding, right? What are we
eating?

A roller as I'm rolling. There's no
fucking price yet. Just go with the

phone. Let it be magical.

You're dying.

You to an account. Not even a
client dinner. Great

power tasting. They'll be wasted by these

guys. Holy fucking shit.

Lily is bloomed. Oh my God. Lily
and bush just secret. So warm. She

basically discovered slowing. Okay, it's
official. Tonight will be mad.

Hawthorn. All aboard. Ladies and
gentlemen, please make yourselves

comfortable. Four hour short range of
Honor Island have asked me harshly. Let's

hope she see where the eggs

bother me.

Both that you were not bothered.

Apparently. Thanks to you. Cheflook would
like to welcome you with a raw

local oyster and a Miyana emulsion with
lemon caviar and an oysterly. Enjoy.

Beautiful.

Thank you.

It's classic. Lemon pearls are made with
algae.

Alginate. As in as in algae, right?
Yeah. Palm skills.

Delicious.

Oh my God. Good laughing. Essentially.
Fucking laugh will be good.

Sounds good. Thank you for purchasing
oyster, though. Love oysters.

No, it's the balance of the products.
You need the mouse feel as a

minionaire. Too late. Mouthfeel.

Jesus. Wrong.

Yeah. I never went to fun with
him.

Really? What happened?

None of the cool girls like you
said. Yes.

Poor baby.

Sorry. Yeah, that was something. Change of
plan. So, Mr. West. Welcome.

This is Miss I'm Margot. Hi. Nice
to meet you,

Margot. Welcome. We'll endeavour to make
your evening as pleasant as possible.

Right this way. Thanks.

Oh yeah. So sorry. That was really
awesome.

Sorry, that was not no, don't worry
about it.

Sorry.

Mr. Lee. Brandon. Welcome.

We'll just go straight to the restaurant.

If you don't mind seeing this.

Horrible.

My team guests can continue their
conversation this way. Thank you. Please

follow me.

What are you working on now? Thanks
for asking. See, people still know me.

I'm moving into the presenter phase.

Like, Iron Island comprises

twelve acres of forests and pastures. We
have the bounty of the sea surrounding

us.

Oh yeah.

Out there right now, we're harvesting
scallops. Don't eat them tonight.

No. Get out. Oh, shoot.

Hey.

Harvey Carter with Harvard.

I do like the sensitive things. Culinary
ideas.

Like it functions like an epicure and
it's lost.

No, I like biome better right now.
We have reached the base camp of

not bullshit. This is the bay.

Agreed. You have a huge, amazing food.
I love this. And I'm close personal

friends with the chef. Okay.

Our smoke cows is in the Nordic
tradition. We use the meat of dairy

cows only. Which we age for an
astonishing 152 days to relax the

protein strand.

Yes.

Can I talk in here?

Dude, I read about mine. Can I
do that?

But we do not touch on proteins.
They're immature.

So what happens if you serve it
on 153rd? Does all hell break loose?

Well, I suppose the bacteria would
introduce itself to the consumer's

bloodstream and spread into their spinal
membranes. After which point he or she

would become incapacitated and shortly
thereafter expired. So yeah, it's all

hell. Woodbreak lords. Good thing we're
pros. Yes.

This is where we live.

You actually live here? All of you?

All of us. Except Chef.

Oh, well, spree decor.

No, no, Mr. Feldman. It's very much
more than that. Here we are family.

Each day starts at six. With 5
hours of prep work. We harvest, we

ferment. We slaughter. We marinate. We
liquefy, we spare fye, we

gel. We chill, we gel. Dinner is
typically 4 hours and 25

minutes. Each day ends at well past
two in the morning. So, yes, it's

best that we all live here. Burned
out or burned out.

Yes. Sorry. Sorry. Like tired of doing
the same thing.

Chef holds himself to the highest
standard. And so do we. We never

burn anything unless by design to make
delicious. Now, who is hungry?

Elsa? Hi. Live there. Chef, can we
do that?

Even we are not allowed inside of
Chef's cottage. Mr. Lexus.

Come on.

We mustn't just turn. The Lord High
emperor abduction.

You will be sitting in Miss Western
Belts feed.

Thank you. Enjoy.

Feel free to observe the cooks as
they italate, but please do

not photograph our dishes. Chef strongly
feels that the beauty industries lies in

their ephemeral nature.

Here, come on. We can't miss this.

Do you make that with Apaco jet?
Exactly right, sir. Apaco jet can produce

a powderized snowlike texture.

Cool.

Yeah, I have one. You really know
your stuff, Mr. Ledbird. Do you know

my name? We like to know everyone
who dines with us. And Chef? Is

he around here somewhere? I'd let him
take your seat. We're about to serve.

Yeah, okay. Thank you. Wow. We'll let
Bruce go back the attention to detail.

It's like fuck.

He knew my name.

Bit.

Yeah, I noticed he didn't ask his
name.

Yeah, long enough. There he is.

Is he looking at me?

We have a compressed and pickled cucumber
melon. No snow in Charm. Ice. Enjoy

ongoing obsession with snow. It's
officially a plague. And known as mute.

Can you take a little goat ribbon?

Kill?

She's said no. She did not say.

I want to hear a pitch by
the show. But first I would like

to say thank you. For the last
two years, this opportunity has been the

best way of life. Can you please?
No idea.

Here's my phone. Here's, production
company credit card. And here is the

key. In New York and your other
apartment. New York doesn't know about.

How's your marriage? We doing this talk
about our last thing is that

we have to not good ways. Okay.
You and man are not good. It's

not good. It's your fault. No, it
was her fault. She made me text

her coworker. Yeah, of course it was
my fault, right? Yeah.

Jesus Christ. I want to live inside
this thing.

So it's okay? Not as inspirous as
you are.

No, it's good. I'm sitting with the
coolest girl here. Okay.

So what is it with this music?

I don't know. It's like you know
how people idolize athletes and musicians

and painters and stuff? Yeah. Those people
are idiots. What they do, it doesn't

matter. They play with inflatable balls
and ukulele's and shit. Chefs. They play

with the raw materials of life itself
and death itself. I've watched every

fucking episode of Chef's Table two or
three times. I've watched Slowest 20

times. I've watched him explain the exact
moment the green strawberry is perfectly

unripe. I've watched him played a raw
scallop during its last dying contraction.

The muscle is far on the edge
of the abyss, which is where God

works, too. The same.

That was beautifully put to highlight
stop.

Don't.

No, I'm being serious. I think I'm
starting to get it.

Really?

Yeah.

A little.

Okay. Yeah. Chef

music. Good evening. Good

evening.

Good evening.

Hello. Welcome to Hawthorne. I'm Julian
Slowwick, and tonight it'll be our

pleasure to feed you the curtain. Ryan.
Over the next few hours, you will

ingest fat, salt, sugar, protein,

bacteria, fungi, various plants and
animals, anatomy's, entire

ecosystems. But I have to beg of
you one thing. It's just one.

Do not eat. Taste,

savor, relish. Consider her morsel that
you place inside your mouth.

Be mindful, but do not eat. Our
menu is too precious for

that. And look around. Here we are
on this island.

Accept. Accept all of it and forgive.

And on that note, food.

Our first course is called the island.
Arnia played the plants from around the

island, placed on rocks from shore,
covered in barely frozen filtered

seawater, which will flavor the dish as
it melts. This isn't the kind of

special

it's perfectly all right. Yes, they are.
Those very same scalp. Here's what you

must remember about this dish. We, the
people on this island, are not important.

The island and the nutrients it provides
exist in their most perfect state without

us gathering them or manipulating them or
digesting them. What happens inside this

room is meaningless compared to what
happens outside. In nature, in the soil

and the water and the air, we
are about a frightened

nanosecond. Nature is timeless.

Enjoying that?

Are you crying?

If I'm not very moving. It's also
beautiful. It's almost too beautiful to

eat, you.

Know, the nicest restaurant in my
hometown.

You don't think Chef's mad at me,
right? For the skeleton?

You don't have to call in chefs
either. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even

know about your existence.

I kind of want him to like
you. Yeah, kind of.

Tyler, you're the customer. You're paying
him just very few. It doesn't really

matter whether he likes you or not,
right?

Wait, what is it?

Relax. Just eat your home.

And to pay my friends at Karolina
Shastania, ruthay premier crew from

2014, not just a single vineyard, a
single row of vines. Wow. It's magical.

Perfect. Thoughts. I'm really feeling this
is quite half great. There in moments

therein moments there is neediness of
playing, you know? I mean, it's been

tweeted to the.

Fuck, but the flavors are there.

It's very clean. It's very scholastic. The
lastic oceanic velassa was the

prime was Burdus the last one, the
hauntos. Yes. So we are we're eating

the ocean. We're eating the ocean.

How is it?

It's good.

You can't just sing good for the
show. You have to get to embellish.

Oh, my God. The Caroline is not
brain surgery.

Okay. Travel food show. Yeah. So pitch
it to me.

They shoot me incomplete pans on a
pastel green vespa, driving around and get

to some gizai's farm with cheese. I
eat the cheese. Then there's a close

upon me, and I close my eyes
and I fake an orgasm and then

walk to South Africa. And then I
go and talk about how racism is

not so cool and bingo. Bongo. Anytime.

Okay.

Can I eat that?

That's right. In the pitch of three
streaming services. Fucking great. That's

a disaster. I don't think you can
go to South Africa with a DUI.

You like this? The outerfoot? Yeah. South.
I mean, I've had shelters just as

good with my chef at home. De
Gardo. It's amazing. Whatever. At least we

can say we've been here, right? But
I used to say that you buy

the experience. This looks like a suburban
landscaping.

I saw Perry at Dealerentis the other
day.

Yeah,

I won't say anything.

Are you going to keep doing that?

Bread has existed in some form for
over 120 years, especially amongst the

poor. Flour and water. What could be
simpler? Even today, grain

represents 65% of all agriculture fruits
and vegetables. Only 6%

ancient Greek peasants dipped their stale
measly bread and wine for breakfast. And

how did Jesus teach us to pray,
not to beg for our daily bread?

It is and has always been the
food of the common man. But you,

my dear guests, are not the common
man. And so tonight, you get no

bread.

Thank you.

It's got to be a bit hey,
you fucking serious? In this spirit,

please enjoy the unaccompanied
accompaniments.

The bread you will not feed it
tonight was made from a heritage week

called Red Fights, crafted in our partners
at the Tahati Pea Grain project devoted

to preserving heirloom grains. This is.

The shit around. The total absence of
the bread is, like, really good. It's

a little outrageous, isn't it? He's always
been keenly

aware of food in the history of
class have I? Sure.

I will say that this emulsion does
look slightly slip.

Noticed as soon as it came down,
this broken thing.

Yeah, which is really I mean, you
really should you really shouldn't see

that.

In the restroom of this quality. Well,
there it is. I mean, next level

badass, the way he weaves in historical
allegories. I mean, the game is trying

to guess what the overarching theme of
the entire meal is going to be.

You won't know until the end.

Wait, you like this? Basically insulting
you?

No, you don't get it. It's a
concept.

I know what a concept is, Tyler.

Trust me. He's telling a story. That's
what makes his food so exciting. He's

not just a chef, he's a storyteller.
And he doesn't give a fuck about

the rules.

Call me the girl next door, but
maybe there's some rules that you should

give a fuck about? Like, I don't
know, giving food to people at a

restaurant.

No one would ever call you to
go next door.

I make my own bread.

Do you know that? Oh, yeah.

I mean, it's very rustic.

It hasn't style yeasty. How yea yeast
are you using?

Oh, I make my own.

From apple. Of course. You make your
own yeast from apples, your wicked thing.

Miss Bloom, here is another broken
emotion, courtesy of Chef Loeick.

Excuse me.

Is everything to your liking?

Well, actually, no. Thanks for asking. I
mean, look, the food's great, and we

totally get all the conceptual stuff, but
could we please get a little bread

and some gluten free for my friend
as well?

No.

Okay, this is all very clever, and
I didn't want to pull this card,

but you know who we are, right?

Yes.

You do? You know who we are.

I know who you are.

You know we work with Doug Veric,
right? No.

You work for Mr. Varic.

Exactly. And so you know, we all
play on the same teams.

Please. We won't tell this old lady,
I promise. Okay? Did you say

no?

I said no. Yes.

Okay. Wow. Okay. That'll be all, though.
Thanks.

May I?

You don't have to do it, okay.

You will eat less than you desire
and more than you deserve. It's a

pleasure to serve you my.

Remaining good doses without good news.
Without the brady, I bet really focused

it to us. It's so funky. Gun
embombing you how to try it.

No, no.

This is great stuff in my Speed.
That was total

accident. I'm

sorry. I'm so sorry. You haven't touched
your

food.

There is no food.

No, this is food.

So, lots more food to come. Don't
want to fill up?

That would not be possible. I've precisely
designed the portions to account for that.

So you will please eat. The menu
only makes sense if you eat Beethoven's.

Not to eat.

That is not what I meant, madam.
You know it.

Oh, thank you. For your concern but
I am perfectly capable of deciding when

I eat and what. Thank you.

That was humiliating.

Humiliating.

Yeah.

Taking your treaty, my friend? Yes.

13 pinot Noir from Ross Cobb. We
hybrid a candidate with an immersion

lennor to awaken it from its slumber.
Slavonian? Oak rich cherry and tobacco

notes and a faint sense of longing
and regret.

Longing and regret. In favor.

She's staring again. Where do we know
her?

We don't.

She really does look like Claire.

Why do you keep saying that? She
doesn't.

You don't think so?

She's nothing like her.

Claire the same far away face.

Can we not upset, please? If you
were leaving, which are

not why we believe.

For associate development. Coexic.

What the hell is that?

It's in development. So I'd be developing
or helping to develop things.

Why would that be better than working
for me?

Oh, because there's a future there. It's
a corporate a different kind of future.

Does that make sense?

It's all just hypothetical. Anyway. Next
course is called memory. And that is

what it's meant to evoke a memory.
So let me tell you a memory

of mine when I was growing up.
A child in Waterloo, Iowa. Tuesday was

taco night. Taco Tuesday. And this here,
this

lady here, this is my mother. As
you can see, she's rather drunk. This

is not unusual. When I was seven
years old, one Tuesday my father came

home quite drunk. Really drunk. Also not
unusual.

My mother grew angry and screamed at
him at which point he proceeded to

wrap a telephone cord around her name
and pull it tight. I wept. I

screamed. Begged him to stop. To make
him stop, I finally had to stab

him in the fire with kitchen scissors.

You remember that, Mother, don't you? I
suppose I should have stepped in the

throat that evening but we're not so
smart when we're young. It was, as

you can imagine, as a very memorable
taco night.

And she has a little dance here.

So here you have house, smoked breast,
chicken thigh al pastor, and our own

tortillas made her their Loom master. One
of Hawthorne's signature dishes. We change

our menu constantly, but as Mr. Loom
knows, this has been a staple since

day one. It's what you once said
put you on the map. Put me

on the map. Precisely. What map would
that be, I wonder? Anyways, because we're

always innovating and we fear irrelevance.
An update to a classic. The images

on the tortillas have been made using
a laser engraving machine. This is the

first time you've used it. We hope
this taco night evokes strong memories.

Russell. Enjoy. Of course you have a
good

taco there. Are.

They'Re restaurants that I

reviewed that.

All closed like a gag, then?

I think so.

Richard, what is these taco things.

No, the pictures. They're all about

this one is after you had the
melon number removed from your forehead.

There's the bandage isn't that nice? They
remember. Tyler, is that you're?

On me from 19 fucking fires?

Jesus Christ was with us.

He hates me. It's not damn it.
I didn't think you'd really mind this.

Should I apologize?

Apologize for what?

What, calling Doctor Sunshine?

Oh, my God, I forgot.

Dumb part band script one shoot though.

Maybe it's a joke. Because you're friends,
right?

Yeah, friends. I mean, do I have
any friends?

Great. I guess. What the fuck are
these?

How did he get these? Not good.

Excuse me.

Can I help you? These are tortillas.

Tortillas de lisiosa.

What are these?

These are tortillas, which contain Echo
Bright tax records and other documents

showing how your company has created
invoices with fake charges.

How did you get these?

I'm sorry, but chef never reveals his
recipe.

Do you know how fuck you are?
My house is place close by the

morning. Do you understand?

Oh, no, that won't be necessary. Enjoy.
And this is you?

Who is that woman?

How the hell should I know? Faint.
It's some sort of sort of stupid

joke. It's a fucking taco, okay? Can't
hurt you. Yeah, a fucking taco that

might hold up in court. We have
plausible deniability. And if they try to

turn us in, right, it's just like
they turn us and they've been turning

back and they may be just as
fucked as we are, right? So we're

fine, right? Yeah, fine.

Okay. I have to make this right.
Somehow, I have to.

Well, I'll tell you how you make
it right. You send this shit back.

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir. Lie. Did
you just fucking snap?

I've been trying to get reservation here.

No, and I don't really care. Send
shit back to this kitchen.

Your child. You thanked them for your
money in the door.

What did you call me?

I call you a child. Fucking active.

Tyler, you need to apologize to me
right now. You can all speak to

me now. Actually, I can.

Because Bing dong, I know he's tang,
so maybe Shawnee

oh, my God. This is incredible. You
have to try this.

Let me interrupt.

Ms knows. How can I assist you?
Just looking for the ladies room. Right

this way. Thank you. What's behind that
silver door?

Something very special.

No, you can't.

You shouldn't be in here.

I'd like to know specifically what it
was about the last course that you

did not enjoy. You've barely eaten the
food. Why? I need to know. Why

don't you eat?

Why do you care?

I take my work very seriously. And
you're not eating. That wounds me.

Because I'm just not very hungry.

I told you who I am. I'm
Julian Slowwick and I'm a chef here.

Now, who are you? I'll ask again.
Who are you?

I'm Margot Mills.

So where are you from, Marga?

I'm from Grand Island, Nebraska. How does
that make you feel? Better. You will

be addressed from Allstate Park. You
output?

No, it's not who you want me
to think you are. Who are you?

I am Margot.

You shouldn't be here tonight.

Please get the fuck out of my
way.

Still very theatrical. Japanese and the
earth's style. But he wants things like

this.

I'm excited. We're ready for our next
course. Which I think excuse me? What

the hell's going on? Would you just
let me finish, please? Is that okay?

Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, please
meet sous chef Jeremy Louden.

Jeremy created the next dish. It's called
the mess. Originally from

Sparks, Nevada, Jeremy studied at the
Culinary Institute in Hyde Park. Jeremy's

goal, as he wrote in a heartfelt
letter was to work for me here

at Hawthorne. Isn't that right, Jeremy?
Yes, Chef.

Jeremy is talented. He's good. He's very
good.

But he's not great. He'll never be
great. He

desperately wants my prestige, my job, my
talent. He aspires to greatness, but

he'll never achieve it. Correct, Jeremy?