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[train running]

- So, tomorrow? - Ill call you tomorrow.

- Call you when I get there. - Okay.

Got everything you need?

New Yorks got everything.

[sniffles]

Sea scallops with layers of truffle,

wrapped in spinach and wrapped in puff pastry.

[speaking indistinctly]

[speaks indistinctly]

Oh, you fucking... [sniffs]

...smell like a goddamn donkey.

Chef.

[David] What the fuck is this shit?

Its way too many components.

Basically made nachos.

You wanna add another fucking sauce?

Anybody got any more sauce we can add to this?

We have a dish with dill in it. You knew that, right?

Yes, Chef.

Never repeat ingredients. Move on.

Thats how you do better.

Fuck!

[drilling]

Faster and cleaner, Chef.

Chef.

[muttering] Fuck.

[spoon clinking]

- Thats good. Thank you, Chef. - Chef.

Faster please, Chef.

[Luca] Chef.

Lets fucking go, yeah?

- Chef, lets fucking go! - [Luca] Got it, got it, got it.

- [Carmy] Thank you, Chef. - Chefs, quiet.

Sorry, Chef.

[people speaking indistinctly]

Ah.

[Carmy] Whats wrong?

I just feel like--

What?

Maybe Im never going to see you again.

Youre gonna see me again.

[Carmy] Three cuts on each side?

- Exactly. Three or four cuts. - Yeah.

- Three or four cuts. Okay. - It depends on the size.

Do we have a problem?

[continues chopping]

Youre nothing.

[Daniel] Feeling good, Carmy?

Yes, Chef.

- Keep it flat. - Mm-hmm.

[Daniel] Excellent.

[aerosol spraying]

[scoffs]

Fuck you.

[sighs]

- Hey. - Yeah.

Okay, bye.

Im so sorry.

We made it.

No, you made it.

With everyone else.

I left you alone.

So, dont let it happen again.

Its never gonna happen again.

You should call.

You think she wants to hear from me right now?

Thats not who I was talking about.

I dont-- I dont really know what I said, but I know I didnt mean it.

And...

I know you didnt mean it.

And, um...

Yeah, I think we just, um...

Im sorry.

And I love you.

And Im sorry.

And, um-- And Ill see you tomorrow. Okay, bye.

[clears throat, sniffles]

[Carmy] And I love you.

[sniffles]

And Im sorry.

And, um-- And Ill see you tomorrow. Okay, bye.

- Five more seconds on these, Chef. - Chef.

You good?

You good? - Yes, Chef. - You got this?

- Yes, Chef. - You got this?

- Yes, Chef. - Are you sure?

- Yes, Chef. - Do you need me to finish it for you?

No. No, Chef.

Five more seconds on these always, Chef.

Thank you, Chef.

Keep the spoon, Chef.

Chef.

- Nat. - Carm.

Im okay.

Okay. But if youre not, and if its too hard,

if its too much in New York, you can come home.

- Nat, hey. - I--

Im good at this.

I know you are, honey.

- [Daniel speaks indistinctly] - Yes, Chef.

This needs to get good or go away.

Hey. Um. [clicks tongue]

I know tonight was really a lot.

Um.

Um.

I just hope you know that were all here for you. Um.

Whatever you need, and take all the time you need.

You dont even need to respond to this at all. Um.

So sorry, Marcus.

[laughs] What the fuck is that? Why a restaurant?

Why not a restaurant?

[water running]

I dont want a shot.

I know. I understand.

But were gonna have a staring contest,

and whoever blinks, they lose and the winner gets a prize.

Ready? One, two, three.

- Did you blink? - You blinked.

Oh, my God. I lose, and you win.

You did it. You did it!

Much more. Good.

We need salt and pepper.

- Thank you, Chef. - Chef.

[stirring]

- Faster, Chef. - Yes, Chef.

- Want me to finish that for you, Chef? - No, Chef.

- You sure? - Yes, Chef.

[Carmy] Watch that, Chef.

Im sorry, Chef.

Hustle, chefs. Every second counts.

- [all] Chef. - Thank you.

Beautiful drawings.

- Thank you, Chef. - Very creative.

- [chattering] - [person laughs, sniffs]

[sniffles]

Check that out.

What the hell is that?

What the hell is that? Absolutely no fucking idea.

Absolutely no fucking idea.

Yo, Mikey, lets get the fuck out of here.

- [continues knocking] - Lets go. Come on.

Open the fucking door.

- I want you to have this. - Im not gonna do that.

Please fucking take it. Please!

Im not gonna fucking take your money, Nat. No.

I love thyme. Thats the only flavoring we need with the fish.

- [Carmy] Yeah? - Salt, pepper and fresh thyme.

Whats very important is that you dont want smoke, but you want music.

- You hear the music here? - Yes. Yes, Chef.

Yeah? You like the music?

- Yes. - [pan sizzling]

- Fuck. - Geez.

Im sorry, Chef.

You shaking? You nervous?

No, Chef.

[David] You want to step out for a second? A little too much?

Hey, guys, why dont you all stop? Im gonna let Carmy catch up.

Yo, call me back. Where the fuck are you?

Okay, lets lose the blood orange and the zucchini and add fennel.

- Yes, Chef. - Just take your time thinking about that.

- Yes, Chef. - Just wait longer for that to process.

You know thats gonna be my dish then?

Yes, Chef.

[sobs] Carmen.

[Sugar] Its Mikey.

What?

[phone slams]

[Carmy] We could do this, you know?

- [Mikey laughing] Let it rip. - [Donna laughing]

[Mikey] Its getting louder and louder.

This guys nothing, and hes nobody.

[Mikey] Lets go!

[Donna] I dont think I can do this by myself anymore.

[Uncle Lee] Tell us a story weve all heard a million times.

Tell the story about how youre living with your mom.

- [overlapping, distorted dialogue] - [Donna laughing]

[Donna] Say it!

[no audible dialogue]

This is your brothers house. Remember? I was running it fine without you.

Why didnt he leave it to you then?

- Where did you work before here? - [Carmy] I staged at The French Laundry,

and a family-owned restaurant.

Oh, did you cook there?

Uh. [stammers]

Hung out there. Yeah.

Have you ever been to Copenhagen?

No.

[all clamoring]

Youre okay! Youre okay!

[whispers] Keep going.

Let it rip, Bear.

I love you.

I love you.

[David] Why are you so fucking slow?

You know, maybe weve reached as far as your talent can go.

Hands.

Its a fennel allergy. Sub blood orange.

Yes, Chef.

Thank you.

[server] Paupiette of hamachi with blood orange. Enjoy.

[sighs]

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