All language subtitles for The.Bear.S01E08

- Welcome back to...
- The Bear.

The Bear. I'm Carmen Berzatto.

And today, we are going
to be making beef braciole.

This is a very special dish in my
dysfunctional nightmare of a household.

My brother Mike made this for us
every single Sunday.

- Aww.
- You guys, this is a cute story.

My brother,
who was addicted to painkillers,

blew his head off
on the State Street Bridge.

Bam!

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 am pretty good at this. Right?

Yeah. I used to run
the best restaurant on the planet Earth.

It was different
from my brother's shithole,

which was barely hanging on by a thread.

So, that was a nice final,
"Fuck you" from Michael, on the way out.

Anyway... Braciole.

The fuck?

Guys? Where's my stuff?

What the fuck is going on?

Fuck!

Shit!

- Mike.

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

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm just fucking this up, guys.

I'm just fucking this up.
Stop. Please.

I'm right here.

I can't do this.

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

You know I got to call it.

I'm right here.

Hey, Carm. Hey, can you hear me?

Get the fuck off my expo, Chef, now!
Get the fuck off!

Come on,
you're better than this place.

You're better.

Set this place on fucking fire, Carmy.

Why are you...

Hey, Bear, let it rip.

Would anyone that's been
to fewer than 15 meetings like to speak?

My name is Carmen. My...

My brother is an addict.
My brother was an addict.

And this morning, I...

Sorry, uh... I forgot.

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

I mean, 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.

That's when we were closest.

Food was always our common ground.

We wanted to open a restaurant together.

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

My brother could
make you feel confident in yourself.

When I was a kid, if I was nervous,
scared, wouldn't want to do something,

he'd always tell me to just face it.

Get it over with. He'd always say...

Stupid. He would always say...

Let it rip.

He was loud, and he was hilarious.

And he had this amazing ability,
he could walk into a room,

and he could take the temperature
off it instantly. He could dial it.

And...

I'm not built like that. Man, I...

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

I had a stutter when I was a kid.
I was scared to speak half the time.

And...

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, we knew everything
about each other.

Except...

Everybody thought he was their
best friend. He was that magnetic.

And...

I didn't know my brother
was using drugs.

What does that say?

As we got older, I realized I didn't
know anything about him. Really.

He stopped letting me
into the restaurant, couple years ago.

He just cut me off, cold. And that...

That hurt, you know.

And I think that flicked 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 made this plan where
I was going to work

in all the best restaurants
in the world.

I'm going to go work in real kitchens,
like fuck Mom and Dad's piece of shit.

And it sounds ridiculous,

me saying that now,
but that's what I did.

And I got the shit kicked out of 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.

A couple years later, this funny
thing happened, which was like...

For the first time in my life,

I started to find
this station for myself.

And I was fast. I wasn't afraid.

And it was clear and I felt...

I felt okay, you know.

I knew which vegetables went together,
proteins, temperatures, sauces,

all that shit, and when somebody new
came in to restaurant to stage,

I'd look at them
like they're competition,

like I'm going to smoke
this motherfucker.

I felt like I could
speak through the food,

like I could
communicate through creativity.

And that kind of confidence,

like 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...
kind of 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've been trying to fix it,

because it was in rough shape,
and 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 does mean a lot to people.

It means a lot to me.

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

- Heard from Marcus yet?
- No, Jeff.

- For real, she just missed my asshole.
- Really?

What happens if you get stabbed
in the asshole?

You can't sew an asshole.

I've sewn assholes.
Whose?

Close friends.

Chefs!

Let's bring it
in for pre-service, please.

Yes, chef.

Everybody, come on out.

Okay.

Look, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but we're gonna be closed
for dinner service tonight

because we are having
a bachelor party in the front.

- Fuck that!
- 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 it's just for the night,
still gonna rock lunch. All right?

I'll run point out front tonight,
in case I got to use the big-boy voice.

I think we'll be fine, thank you.

You can never tell
with these white-collar criminals.

Carmen, how many people?

How many people? I'm not sure,
but we're going to try to keep it chill.

They're gonna bring their own booze,

we're gonna have snacks, small plates,
move 'em right through, okay?

- Yes, Jeff.
- Thank you, chef.

Thank you, chefs.

Okay, I see you.

- You see me?
- Yeah.

- I...
- Combining ingredients.

- Yeah.
- Just take the compliment.

- Jeez.

Now, I see you adding salt
and everything...

- No. Yeah.
- You're out of control.

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

I don't know about cool. I feel like...

I'm just the type like,
as soon as I stop I'd...

- You know?
- Yeah, I feel that. My dad's like that.

Yeah, my mom's like that.

I feel kind of bad
because I feel like...

I haven't really
asked you how you're doing...

with everything, since, you know...

Yeah. I mean, I feel okay.

Better.

My head just got
real fucked up for a minute.

I mean, welcome to the club.

Is that not weird, though?

It would be weird
to work in a restaurant

and not completely lose your mind.

- Yeah.
- Mmm.

- It's good?
- We're about to find out.

So, what is this?

This is Chilean sea bass.

Got a little...

Alain Passard inspired tomato confit.

Then...

I don't know, herbs, because...
Fuck it...

You know,
why the fuck not? Yeah.

Okay. That's what I'm saying.

So, have you, like, eaten at
all these people that you studied?

Oh, man! When I was at the CIA...

The Culinary Institute of America,
not the CIA.

Thanks for clearing that up,
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, crazier things have happened.

- Your coordination, though...
- Hey!

What do you mean, hey? You spilled
veal stock, I've seen you in action...

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

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.

This is so tight.
So, what was the best one?

Wait, one second, because I forgot...

this... and...

- get ready for this.
- Mmm-hmm.

Wow. Yeah.

I had a chef, who...

would only let me... zest. That was it.

I worked at the place
for, like, eight months...

And all I did was zest.

Well, that's normal.

- So normal.
- Yeah.

Wow. This is really,
really, really good.

Thank you.

- Nope.

Fuck, Mikey.

- Yo, Jeff.
- Yo, what's up, T?

- Jeff?
- Yeah.

You good?

Yeah.

Yeah, why?

No. You're not as annoying as usual.

- Just tired, I think.
- Tired?

You dress like Syd.

Like a profesh. Yeah.

- I like it.
- I like it, too.

Hey, T. You don't know
anything about KBL Electric?

Do you? Mikey never mentioned
anything about that to you?

Who the fuck knows.

That kid...

What's it for?

I don't know.

He was paying these
big pieces out every month.

Adds up to the amount
that Cicero loaned him.

How much is the loan?

It's a lot.

It's a lot of bachelor parties
to pay it back, huh?

Yes, chef.

Why didn't he just pay the vendors?

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."

He was like, "What's the point?

"We're not going to be able to pay them
next month, anyways."

Mmm.

Sounds like that was his attitude, huh?

No. No. I remember
because it wasn't his attitude.

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

- I got you.
- Thanks.

Yo, Jeff.

You know how much I loved him, right?

How much?

A lot.

I loved him a lot.

Thanks, Jeff.

I...

I had some of your donut the other day.

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

Gary keeps it clean.

No. I don't want to hear...
That's not a good excuse.

Listen, the man works hard.

So, what did you think?

It was really good.

It was really, really good.

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. Okay.
- Little, small bitch. Mmm-hmm.

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're gonna go back to UPS?

UPS is the crazy shit that
made me want to do this crazy shit,

so probably not.

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

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

- I don't know.
- I mean, my family was the same.

Like, for my cousin
Torrell's graduation,

we went to Michael Jordan's Steakhouse.

Okay, and?

What do you mean "and?"
It's the best restaurant on Earth.

- The bacon? Okay.
- Yes. Exactly. You understand. Yeah.

It's the best bacon.

That's what I want to do. I want to...

I want to cook for people
and make them happy, and...

give them the best bacon on Earth.

Even though that spot
is taken, actually.

- Second best is cool.
- That's great.

- I'd love that.
- 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.

Like what?

- You'll find out when it's open. Okay.
- Okay. I like that attitude.

That's how you win.

Yeah, or lose everything

and end up living back with your dad
and his stinky, fucking CPAP machine.

But, it was cool seeing you guys

be good at different things,
you and Carmy,

and I learned a lot from you all.

Wait, what was the best one?

- Best what?
- Best meal you ever had.

- You know, it was Carmy's.
- I knew it.

I knew it. Yeah.

He is really, really, really good.

High praise.

Yeah. But he's still a little bitch.

Yeah. I won't disagree.

Fucking asshole.

I am standing right here doing nothing.

Not you. Your fucking brother.

This is a fucking disgrace right here.

Addicts.

They say some shit like
they got to help themselves,

but I should've fucking 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 fucking know!

I never thought he was... would...

You know, he was so loud and...

obnoxious and fucking hilarious.

He was Mikey Bear.
I thought he would pull out of it.

What the fuck.

Got to be fucking kidding me.

Hey, get the fuck off.

That's enough.

Enough.

What are you doing?
Enough.

God, enough.

Fuck.

- Any word?
- Nothing yet.

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

But he's still in the ICU?

Correct.

- 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.

Hey, this is Tiff.
Leave a message after the tone.

- Hey, sorry. I know it's late.

Just, you know...

I'm just getting off work.
It's been a crazy day. All good, though.

You know, I was just...

I was thinking about all that shit that
went down with your dad. You know...

And...

How I called him what
I called him. And...

You were right, you know.
That was not okay.

And...

I'm sorry.

You know, that's pretty much it.

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

And... Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
Okay. Good night.

Jerimovich, let's go.

He woke up?

You got lucky.
You get charges of aggravated assault.

Oh, God! Thank you, God!

- You're welcome, dickhead.
- Yeah.

All right. Yeah.

Yo!

Yo, Carm.

Hey.

- Carmen.

- You ready to get out of here?
- Yeah.

Where did you get the money for bail?

Used our two-week parachute.

Thank you, Cousin.

All good.

Get Ballbreaker ready, yeah?

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

You're all I got, Cousin.

All right.

Carmen.

I'm so sorry, chef.

I'm happy you're back.

All right, chef.

- Yo, chef. Yeah.
- Carmen, what the fuck is this?

What the fuck is that?

This is my station. This is not respect.

No, chef. That is not respect.

Hey.

Richard. Bandito. My little felon.

You hooligan.

- A souvenir for your troubles.
- What the hell.

What?

- Ew.
- Gary, I stand before you,

a penitent man.

- I can't...
- All right. Let's rock.

- 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 going to be handling her prep
today, chef.

- Don't fuck it up.
- I'll try my best.

But seriously, you know,

if you ever try that shit with me,
I'll fuck your ass up.

Heard, chef.

All right. (CLEARS THROAT) Listen up.
We have the River North Festival today.

So, I want everybody
doing a little bit extra.

T, you're going to do
a triple prep, okay?

Marcus, couple extra cakes.

Ebra, double prep for you, please.

And then, Cousin.
We're still going to get a lunch rush,

so I want the front of house
locked and loaded please, all right?

Yes, chef.
Thank you.

Yo.
Yo.

- Two hundred pounds.
- Right. Yeah. Thank you.

No, no. This is... That's pork.
I don't need pork.

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

Shit! Carmy!

- Carmen! What the fuck. Are you crazy?
- Please.

- Yo! Hey!
- Yeah. Yo. Fuck!

You all right?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah?

Sorry.

What is this?

I don't know.

What the fuck is this?

I don't know. And...

I didn't really want to
give it to you because...

it meant that he was gone,
you know, but...

Okay.

Stupid.

Fuck me.

Fuck you. Fuck you.

What?

What?

You know, in Somalia, I am grill master.

Shut up, you old bitch.

- That's sexist.
- Who's on family?

I got it today, chef.

You see this?

- Look at this, it's doing that thing...
- Yeah.

...with the streams, they won't join.

- I got you. I'm gonna fix this.
- You got me?

- I got you.
- How about we got you?

You got me. Okay.

We're giving you an opportunity
to work here, even prove yourself,

and put some money in your pocket.

Yeah.

You know what?
Saw you got stabbed back there.

Yeah, I did.

It was pretty dope.
It looked pretty cool.

You just got stabbed, and you
walked it off, it was pretty tough.

- No shit, it was.
- Pretty tight. Okay, I'll fix this.

Housekeeping, chefs.

Yes, chef.
Thank you.

- Cousin!
- Yo.

Help!

Transport, motorways

And tramlines

Starting and then stopping...

- Get the hell out of here.
- Oh, yes. That's pretty.

The emptiest of feelings

Disappointed people

Clinging on to bottles

Yo, Richie. You can finally
get a new CD for your car.

Let down and hanging around

Crushed like a bug in the ground

Uh...

- Here she is.
- Interesting.

What's, uh...

Jeff.

Syd. Quit fucking around.
Grab a can opener.

Shell smashed, juices flowing...

Family style? Two-tops and booths.

Danish design.

- Tasting menu at the bar.
- Window on the side.

- For sandwiches?
- Yeah.

Okay.

What do we call it?

Let down and hanging around

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 useless

Hysterical and