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[door opens]

[footsteps echoing in distance]

[door opens]

She never let me be scared. Like, worried.

She kept things moving.

Always kept things running.

She did it by herself.

She was nice to everyone.

She was funny.

She let me watch R-rated stuff when I was a kid.

Like--

Like, she let me watch RoboCop.

She was a good cook.

When I was a kid, we ate dinner together a lot.

I liked just being in the kitchen.

Just kind of watching her make dinner.

She was really creative.

Like, she sewed a lot.

And she loved flowers.

Loved, loved flowers.

She was really smart.

And she loved everyone.

I think you can tell, cause theres so many people here.

I always felt loved.

It didnt matter what was going on,

or if I was in trouble or whatever.

I knew she was listening.

And she knew I was listening too.

She was sick.

And even though she couldnt speak,

it almost felt sometimes like that communication was better.

Like, we really had to pay attention to each other.

And look really closely at each other.

I dont know what its like to be a parent.

But I know what its like to be a kid.

And having someone actually really pay attention to you.

That was--

That was really special.

Thank you, everyone, for being here.

[breathes deeply]

- [Carmy] Chef. - Mmm.

These, uh-- These look different.

Oh, yeah. I made the margins wider.

- Why? -Cause you write in the margins.

Oh. Its--

Its really nice. Thank you.

Yeah.

Feel good?

We will see. You feel good?

Yeah, were gonna see.

- Coke? - Check.

- Tickets good? - Yeah. Check.

- Sharpie? - Check.

Were good. You good?

- Good. - All right.

Were open.

- You wanna call it? - [Carmy] Your turn, Chef.

[Richie] Look alive, lizards. Were open.

- Doors! - [all] Doors!

Asparagus with duck egg and potato.

Ravioli with peas and parm mousse.

We have hamachi with grapefruit, cauliflower and Swiss chard.

And tenderloin with mushroom and cherry jus.

Is everybody good?

- [all] Chef. - Great. Lets fucking go. Thank you.

[Richie] All right. Look alive, bearitos.

- Happy Wednesday. - [all] Happy Wednesday.

[Richie] Uh, we are slammed tonight, guys. Totally packed.

A couple PONs.

We have a 47th birthday at 7:00 p.m.

7:45, we have an alderman celebrating an anniversary.

Uh, I want us to be sharp.

I want us to be clear. I want us to have fun, okay?

Of note is the asparagus, looks really awesome.

Uh, thats served with a quail egg and a turnip puree.

- [whispers] Potato. - And-- Oh, okay.

Uh, thats served with a potato and turnip puree--

Egg and potato.

Asparagus is served with a quail egg and a potato puree.

Chef Marcus, whats up with dessert?

Princess cake, coconut gelato, caviar sundae.

[scoffs] Fuck yeah. Awesome.

- Everybody good? - [all] Yeah.

- All right. Lets get to work. Service. - [all] Chef.

- [Sydney] Doors. - [all] Doors!

[Richie] Welcome in.

We prepared a beautiful menu for you guys tonight.

But just in case, are there any allergies or dietary restrictions

or things you just dont really feel like eating?

P two. Shellfish allergy, gluten allergy.

[Sydney] Thank you.

Okay. Order in, two-top. No shellfish, no gluten.

- [all] Chef. - [Sydney] Fire two mirepoix.

[all] Chef.

[door opens]

[Richie] Chef.

- [Sydney] Order in, four-top. - [all] Chef.

Fire four mirepoix.

[all] Chef.

Hands.

Good?

Oh, shit.

[grunts]

Ah, fuck.

- Fire two raviolo, please. - [all] Chef.

- Carmy, the hamachi. - Hands.

Hey, Chef Syd, I need this Wagyu.

These guys are waiting, like, half an hour.

- Right here, Jeff. - [Carmy] Thank you, Chef Tina.

- [Tina] Thank you. - No, T. Refire, please.

- Everybody, take your time. - What the fuck? No. T, do not refire.

- Plate that shit. Plate it. - Whats wrong with it?

- [Carmy] Its off. - Are you fucking kidding me? Its perfect.

[Carmy] The cooks off.

Refire.

- Thats a fucking asshole. - [clanks]

- [Richie] Im getting fucked. - Stop.

If its not perfect, it doesnt go out, okay?

[Richie] Why dont you be a man and tell that to table 17?

- Im getting fucked. - [Sydney] Richie.

- Richie. - You guys are fucking me. No, for real.

- Are they drinking? - Theyre drinking.

[Sydney] Okay. Lets do a glass on us.

As many glasses, please.

- Marcus. - Chef.

[Sydney] Can I get a pear and Brie fast, like, yesterday?

[Marcus] Got you, Chef.

- Im getting fucked. - Im aware.

- Youre fucking me. - So sorry, Jeff.

Dont apologize, just keep going.

[Sydney] Need that Wagyu, please.

- [Tina] Working, Jeff. - [Sydney] Thank you.

Hands.

Hands.

Hands.

Hands.

Hands, please.

Thank you.

- Fuck. - Welcome to Beef. Hold please.

Fuck.

[Cicero] I have a bill in my hands for $11,268 for butter.

Buddy, what is it?

The fucking rare Transylvanian five-titted goat?

We cannot fucking keep this up.

- Its Orwellian. - Its dystopian butter?

- What? - What are you talking about?

- No, no. Orwell, Vermont. - Orwell, Vermont.

- Yes. - Of course.

Im gonna send em 20 fucking grand.

- Its the best. - Oh, yeah. Suck me.

How the fuck are we out of teaspoons?

- [Sydney] Doors. - [all] Doors.

[all] Happy Monday.

- [Carmy] Excuse me. - [Richie] Yeah, one second, please.

- Richie, move, please. - Yeah, one second--

- Move, move, move, move. - Oh, my God.

Wheres the fucking fire?

Just trying to write a list.

- What list? - Nonnegotiables.

- No, Richie. - Yeah.

- No. No. Richie, no. - Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

We have a list. No.

Im getting fucking drilled out there.

Im writing some fucking nonnegotiables.

"A courtesy window for any menu changes. Eight hours is okay.

- Ten hours is ideal. Trim nails." - These are on the list.

"A willingness to accommodate dietary restrictions."

Thats not on the list. Thats important.

"Joy." Just in general.

These are very actionable. These are very easy.

- This is a waste of time. - Its not.

- It is. This is a waste of my time. - Not a waste of time.

- No, its not. - Yes, it is.

"Open heart. Open mind."

Thats an important one for you.

Give the list to Sugar. Shell print it out.

-"Basic manners and decency." - Please. Give it to Sugar.

"An environment that embraces and encourages

razzle-dazzle and the dream weave."

Richie, enough.

- Please, back to work. Thank you. - Whatd I say?

- Thank you. - The list goes on.

- All right. Well type it up. - Thank you.

- Very defensive. I see you. I see you. - Thank you. Thank you.

[Richie] Fucking bitch.

- [Sydney] Doors. - [all] Doors.

[all] Happy Wednesday.

No, I hate this.

- For a surprise? - No, fuck surprises.

- Why? - Fuck surprises.

- I love surprises. You? - No. No.

- Youd love a surprise. - Yes, fucking surprise!

- Richie, no surprise. Fuck surprises. - Yes, fucking surprise.

Stay the fuck out of the dream weave, Carmen.

- Lets go. - [Neil] Yes.

One, two, three.

[sings "Happy Birthday to You" in Spanish]

Fuck. [sighs]

[winces]

- [patrons exclaim] - Fuck.

Uh...

Uh, be careful. Ill be right back to clean this up.

[Tina sighs]

All right. Drop pasta in the pot.

Okay. Sauce in the pan.

[Tina clears throat]

[Sydney] Yeah. Yep.

- All right, now just reduce. - [Carmy] Hands.

Yes, Chef.

Yeah, its good.

Take your time, Chef.

Okay, Chef.

And right the first time.

Thank you, Chef.

[sighs]

- [Sydney] Doors. - [all] Doors.

Hands. I need hands, please.

[Neil] I can take it.

- You sure? - Chef.

- You know what to do? - I believe so.

Youre gonna take it to the table.

Youre gonna pour the broth into the bowls.

Give them each a bowl. Say, "This is our mirepoix broth." Okay?

- You got it? - Yes, Chef.

- Good. Go. Careful. - Okay.

- Thank you, Chef. - Thank you.

Hi, welcome.

Um, this is a broth from Chef Carmens mind.

Mirepoix and broth.

I pour it in front of you.

Enjoy.

- What are you doing? - I poured it in front of them.

Why the fuck is it back in here?

- Well-- - Were a restaurant, Fak.

- I saw it. I got it. - We serve the food. What the fuck is this?

- Come on. - What are you thinking?

- Sorry. - We have to be organized.

Says the guy who changes everything every ten seconds.

Talk to your man and figure it out.

Keep my man out of your fucking mouth.

Youre not fully integrated.

Dont talk to me until youre integrated, jack off.

You cant fucking serve. You cant handle that shit.

- What are you doing? - You told me I got it good.

I know what I said. And I know what Im saying right now.

Never again. Never again.

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

Okay. Lets fire cavatelli.

Lets fire cavatelli. Fire cavatelli. Fire cavatelli.

Fire duck. Fire duck.

Waiting on two and three. Hold on four.

Hold on five. And lets fire six please, chefs.

Fire agnolotti. Lets fire agnolotti.

Fire Wagyu. Fire Wagyu. Wagyu.

I need my ravioli. I need my rib cap, guys. Where is my rib cap?

Guys, please. Chefs, I need communication. Where we at?

- There you are. - End of the day, honey.

- We just gotta get more fucking people. - I know, yeah.

Princess, why isnt there a big, like, table right here?

- Big motherfucking 12-top? - [sighs] There was, and now theres not.

Or we could do this.

We could put the name of the fucking restaurant outside

on the fucking restaurant.

Oh, yeah? Okay. Ill think about it.

Darling, are you sure you do not have to go again?

- It is a long ride. Im just asking. - Im good, Unc!

[Ebraheim] Cameron. Cameron.

Shit. I cannot read my own handwriting.

Gina! Pete! John H.!

Mike J.!

One minute. Hold on.

John H.!

John H.!

Shit. [sighs] Uh.

Ted, I need a trash can!

Where the hell are you, John H.?

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

We need to add a turn.

- Whats up? - We need to add a turn.

- A turn is a full room? - Yeah, a turn is a full room.

Right now, we have two. One at 5:30, one at 7:45.

A two-top is two hours, 15 minutes.

Four-top is two hours, 45 minutes. A six-top is--

- Three, fifteen. Yeah, I got it. - Fifteen.

- Can we do half a turn? - Were gonna have to.

We have 60 seats five nights a week, 52 weeks a year.

At two and a half turns, each seat is worth

- $113,750. - Hundred and thirteen-- Fifty dollars.

- Yeah. - We gotta understand this menu first.

- And it is fucked every ten minutes. - Okay.

Yeah, well, some of the greatest restaurants in the world

change their menu every day. So--

What about the ones on Orleans and Huron?

They figure out how to add half a turn.

- Jeff, do we have to do this every night? - [Carmy] Yes, Chef.

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

Agnolotti. Still waiting on two.

Please, chefs.

T, how we doing?

- Chef? - [stammers] Almost, Chef. Almost.

- Fuck this. Im going in. - [Sydney] No. Stop.

[Carmy] Fire two halibut!

- Im sorry, Jeff. Im just-- - Breathe. Youre fine.

- [Carmy] Table two, waiting on scallops. - Dont think. Just listen.

- Were going to refire. Okay? - Yes, Chef.

How long halibut?

- [Sydney] Drop pasta. - [Tina sighs]

- [Carmy] Waiting on spring onion! - [Sydney] Sauce in the pan.

Little bit of salt. Pasta in.

[Carmy] Still waiting on bottarga.

Bit of cheese.

And plate.

[Sydney] Hey, hands, please.

Hey, hands.

- Two spring onion, chefs. - [Tina] Chef.

[Richie] Okay, everybody, listen up.

All right. So starting tonight, guys,

were gonna add a seating for half of the room at 9:30.

- [all groaning] - [Richie] Come on. I know. Its a push.

All we have to do is we have to turn all the 7:30 two-tops

as fast as humanly possible. We can do this.

All right. Thanks, guys. Back to work.

Yeah.

- Youre good. You look great. - Thanks.

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

- Hi. - Its 10:20?

Yeah, we gotta get this table out.

[breathes deeply] All right. Okay, I got it.

Oh. Thank you so much for your patience.

Just bear with us one more minute.

Thanks.

Okay, how are we doing?

I hope you guys are having an amazing night.

Um, you guys wanna see the kitchen?

- Of course! Hell yeah. - [Richie] Yeah?

- All right, lets go. - Hey.

All right. So this is something--

Actually, I dont think weve ever done this.

But I was looking at this beautiful, curious-looking table.

I was like, these guys,

were gonna pull back the curtain for these guys.

So, in our kitchen,

we like to foster an environment

of what we call vibrant collaboration.

So think about that as we come into the kitchen.

[Carmy] The problem is were having to refire--

Im having to refire 15 times, Chef!

- [Sydney clears throat] - Fifteen-- What?

This is the kitchen. As you can see, a lot of energy.

Thank you, chefs.

Thank you.

[Carmy] Rib cap, red wine jus.

Wagyu bordelaise.

Lamb with yogurt.

Duck with apricot.

[Sydney] Duck with cherry.

Uh, rib cap with bordelaise.

Lamb au jus.

Uh, duck with orange.

So we got a duck with apricot condiment-- Shit, no.

Sorry. Cherry jus again with the red wine.

Really?

Okay, so, actually not a terrible idea.

Cell phones locked in lockers for the duration of service.

Uh, happy Friday.

- [all] Happy Friday. - [Sydney] Happy Friday.

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

Guys, these bowls are wrong.

- No, theyre not. - Yes, they are.

- Hey, Suggie. My sweet darling. - [Sugar] Yep. Mm-hmm.

- Im getting angina over here. - At least theres some money coming in.

And it flies right out the fucking window.

I mean, restaurants? Fuck me thrice.

- What was I thinking? Making me crazy. - Okay.

I think thats going around.

Three different sizes for these bowls. Fuck me.

- Is it not packed out there? - Its packed. Totally packed.

- My eyes dont deceive me, right? Packed? - Your eyes do not deceive you.

Whole lot of fucking people eating a whole lot of food every fucking night.

- Yep. - Right?

- Right. - So wheres the fucking money?

- Its not the same bowl. - Its fine.

Its not fine, Richie. Fuck.

Our costs are so high.

- And I love you. - Unc, Im trying.

- I love you. I love you. - I swear to fucking God,

- I am trying for you. - Its that menu.

- I know. I know. - Its that fucking menu!

- Its handmade earthenware. - Look at this.

You cant see the difference in this? Look at it!

What am I supposed to say to him?

Its a three-year-old with too many fucking crayons.

- Okay. - Not your fault.

- Thank you. - Fuck my tits.

Guys, I need this duck, like, yesterday, please.

Carm, where are we at?

And, T, can you please fire that agnolotti or that cavatelli?

- I thought you were on that. - I cant cook and do expo, same time.

Fuck, no. Ill do it.

Chef Syd, fire that rib.

- P3, no mushroom. - [Sydney] Okay. Yeah. Wait.

- Is that a modification or-- - Hands!

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Customer requested no mushrooms.

Is it a modification or an allergy?

- It doesnt matter. - The guy says he doesnt like mushrooms.

- It doesnt fucking matter. - He hates mushrooms.

He doesnt have to eat mushrooms. Doesnt make sense without mushrooms.

Its about the fucking customer!

Syd. Fucking deal with him.

Im not doing anything to this guy.

The guy hates fucking mushrooms!

Stop. I cant do this every night.

[Richie] Im not fucking with your shit.

Fuck you, Richie. Get out of here.

No, you get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here, Richie.

Im gonna send you the fuck home!

[Richie] Im gonna send you the fuck home.

[Richie] Dont you fucking touch me.

- Fucking baby. - Pick it up.

- You fucking pick it up. - Pick it up! Pick it up, Richie!

- You fucking pick it up. - [Marcus] Youre good. Youre good.

Sorry. Sorry.

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

[patrons chattering]

[Manny] Oh, fuck this. Shit.

Have you been to New York City before? Carmys been there before.

Have you ever been to Copenhagen?

[Manny] Fuck!

Fuck. [grunts]

Fucking glass. Goddamn it.

- [Sugar] The menu cost is out of control. - Nat, figure it out.

[Sugar] Oh. Oh.

- Figure it out? Wow. - Figure it out.

- Why dont you fucking figure it out? - Im trying to use less shit.

Okay, well, whatever youre doing,

the R & D of that, its fucking us.

Well, were using the best shit.

- Duh. Duh. Well, duh. - Duh? Dont duh. No duh.

Dont buy fucking crazy shit and then use it once, Carm.

Its so wasteful. Duh! Duh, duh. Fucking duh, bro.

[Cicero] Who the fuck bought Super Soakers?

Richie. Richie. Idiot. Idiot. Richie.

Its for a Tuesday surprise.

What the fuck is a Tuesday surprise?

Its actually really fun.

So thats how you get one of them stupid fucking stars?

With a motherfucking squirt gun?

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

Fire ravioli.

Fire duck.

I need fucking hands.

Where are hands?

Piece of fucking--

Hands, please.

Fucking hands.

- Fuck. - [Sydney] Hey.

I need you to calm down.

- Theyre going too fucking slow! - I am not asking.

You need to calm down.

Im not your fucking babysitter.

- Chef. - Great. Thank you.

Can I get hands, please?

[both grunt]

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

- [Carmy] Got it. - Fuck.

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

[Angel] Fuck!

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors! - [Sydney] Doors!

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

- [Sydney] Doors! - [all] Doors!

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