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["Dream Little One, Dream" playing]

♪♪ Dream, little one, dream ♪

♪♪ Dream, my little one, dream ♪

[sighs]

♪♪ Though the hunter In the night ♪

♪♪ Fills your childish heart With fright ♪

♪♪ Fear is only a dream ♪

♪♪ So dream, little one, dream ♪

[sighs]

- [Carmy] That makes sense. - [box clatters]

Boxes full of bullshit.

Put it on the fucking list.

Oh, its good. Ill do it. I got it.

I got it.

I dont know wha-what Im supposed to do

with all this stuff.

Is there anything you think youd wanna keep?

No.

[Sydney] Mmm.

You just gotta donate it.

Thanks again for helping.

Yeah, of course.

Um, you know, we never really got to talk about-

Its- Its- Stop.

- Its- Its fine. - No, no, I do.

I just wanna say Im really sorry.

I made things weird, and Im sorry about that.

Um.

Uh, did you talk to your dad yet or...

No.

Yeah.

Whens the last time you even...

Hmm, no idea.

Yeah. No, he never really helped with anything.

He never really helped her.

Like, with her illness or...

Nothing, anything at all.

Um.

I dont really know him, and sometimes it makes me feel bad.

Why?

Cause I never wanted to know him.

I always relied on my mom.

[Sydney] Mmm.

Its scary.

Like,

just relying on a person.

You rely on your dad?

Yeah.

He loves it.

How do you know?

Mmm. You could just tell.

Hes always, like, ten minutes early to everything.

Yeah, youre always ten minutes early.

Well, yeah, I mean, that makes sense.

- Im- Im related to him, so... - Mm-hmm.

Hmm. [chuckles]

- [chuckles] - Ive tried before.

To be late.

Like, actively, and I- I dont know what happens.

- It- I end up coming earlier. - You are unwell.

Well, yes, of course. But you are also unwell.

Yeah. Were both unwell.

And were both members of an elite club.

- Mmm. - Dead Mom Club. Welcome.

Have you not gotten your membership in the mail yet?

Not yet, but- Maybe its-

Maybe its coming today. I dont know.

We meet in the dankest church basement possible,

just that we can find.

And, um, dues are bimonthly...

- Mm-hmm? - ...which is really nice.

You know a lot. What are you?

The president of the Dead Moms Club?

No, but I take minutes at the meetings.

- That tracks. - I know. Im very organized.

I wish she got to try the food.

She would have loved it.

How do you know?

I can just tell.

["Purple Heather (Live at the Troubadour)" playing]

♪♪ Summertime has gone ♪

♪♪ Is it? ♪

♪♪ And the leaves Are gently turnin ♪

♪♪ And my love ♪

♪♪ I wanna take you ♪

♪♪ To the place My heart is yearnin ♪

♪♪ Will you go? ♪

♪♪ Will you go? ♪

♪♪ Child, go ♪

♪♪ And well all And well all go together ♪

♪♪ In the wild mountain thyme ♪

♪♪ And all around... ♪

[groans]

Motherfucker.

♪♪ Ah, come on ♪

[Richie] Motherfucker.

♪♪ Ah, come on ♪

[phone vibrating]

♪♪ And if my love, she cannot Cannot go ♪

♪♪ And I will surely ♪

♪ Surely find another ♪

♪♪ In the wild ♪

[Terry] Faster and cleaner, Chef.

♪♪ Mountain thyme ♪

♪♪ Down by The banks of the river ♪

♪♪ Ah, come on ♪

♪♪ Will you go? ♪

- [Richie] Left. - [Neil] Yeah.

[Richie] More left. More left.

Okay. Stop, stop, stop. Now back to the right.

Weve gone back to the right a couple times.

Now jagoff is on the right and the glass is on the left,

so just move it to the right, please.

Weve been on this glass for 15 minutes, Richie.

Photographs gonna last longer than that, Neil Geoff.

Photographs gonna last a lot longer than 15 minutes,

so just move it to the right, please.

- [Neil] Okay. - Why would she close it?

- Its fucking stupid. - Why did who close what?

Dont worry about it. Just move the fucking glass to the right, please.

Photographers gonna be here in 40 minutes.

Photographers here in 40 minutes, everyone.

- Ted, how we looking? - [Ted] Not good, actually.

I got one machine. Its gonna take me a sec.

- Buff fast. - [Ted] Im buffing now.

- Buff fast. - [Ted] Im buffing fast.

- Stop thinking about pussy. - Im not thinking about pussy.

- [Richie] I can tell. - Im thinking about a tax return.

- Im not. - [Richie] Get your head in the game.

Forty minutes, you guys.

Do not fuck me on this.

Im begging you. Please do not fuck me on this.

I dont wanna fuck you on this.

We all want the same thing, guys.

- [Ted] Yeah. We do. - Okay? Get it done, guys.

[Richie] This review is huge. Its gotta look perfect.

- Sammy? - Sammy. Yeah. Its gonna be weird though.

- Why is it gonna be weird? - Because hes being a dick right now.

What did you do?

I-I borrowed something from him.

- [Neil] What? - I reminded him.

I just borrowed something. I reminded him.

He forgot, then I told him-

- Dad was always right about you. - Dont bring Dad into this.

[banging, scratching]

[tapping]

Chef Terry.

Yeah.

- Foam? - Thats a béarnaise, um...

I dont fucking know.

No, its- its cool.

- Its like- Its like 2014 or something. - [Carmy chuckles]

[Carmy whispers] Here.

Its good.

Its good?

- Its excellent. But- - [Marcus] Yo, Chef.

- [Carmy] Yeah? - You got caramel recipes?

Uh, yeah. New York notebook on the shelf.

[Marcus] Thanks, Chef.

Its excellent, but?

[Sydney] Um.

- Its fancy. - You mean dusty.

I mean, my dad gets the same thing

every time we go to a steakhouse,

- which is- - Mint gelée is beyond dusty.

But a mint reduction,

not so much.

[whispers] Fuck.

Yeah, no. Sorry. I should have thought of that.

Its thought of. Whats the pasta for tonight?

Mmm. I dont know.

We have to see what T brings back.

I was thinking potato gnocchi.

Yeah, maybe with the beef cheeks?

- Good. Yeah. Done. - Great.

Terry had a pretty incredible run though.

Yeah. Yeah, it was a pretty incredible place.

Did you know when you were there?

That it was special?

Hmm.

I dont know. I dont know. I think I was, uh-

I was always too busy to, um...

to know all the time.

At least you got to be part of it.

[chuckles]

Yeah.

[Sugar sighs]

[Sugar grunts]

Ooh. [grunts]

- Okay. [exhales] - [Marcus] Um.

Youre not having a baby right now, are you?

[sighs] No. Not yet.

[Marcus] Okay. Um.

- [sighs] - [Marcus] Can I get you something?

No. No, Im fine.

No, I think its just lightning crotch.

What is lightning crotch?

Uh, its exactly what it sounds like.

Okay.

Whats happening?

Nothing. Just looking through Carms old notes.

- Hmm. - Check this out.

[Sugar] Wow. [chuckles]

- He would never show me that. - Well, dont tell him I did.

[chuckles] I wont. I like learning about his secret life.

You know? [chuckles]

Yeah. Its pretty wild.

I know.

New project?

Um.

I dont know. I was driving to work the other day,

and I saw this flower.

- A violet. - Yeah, the state flower of Illinois.

How do you know that?

[chuckles] Pete. He loves flowers.

That tracks.

Yeah. [chuckles]

Um, but no, my mom loved violets,

and I think I saw this one cause it was white.

And it made it stand out.

So youre gonna do a white violet.

Mmm.

Ima try.

What do you think?

I think that sounds really beautiful.

Once again, my best friends.

Carmy, number one with a bullet.

- [Ted] Yep. Yeah. - Number two, Big Neil.

- Always there for us. Absolutely. - [Ted] Always.

Number three, Francie. When Im down in the dumps, I call her.

I dont care what anybody says. Shes always there for me.

- Okay? - Thats true.

- Number six, Richie. - Uh-huh.

And then number eight, Marcus.

How about number four?

- Number four? - Me.

- Teddy. - I dont think so.

- [Ted] Why? - What did you do when I was six?

Come on, Neil.

What did you do?

I taped you in a cardboard box and wouldnt let you out.

- And it scared me to death. - I gave you claustrophobia.

- [Tina] Morning, fam. - Im still afraid of boxes.

You know Im afraid of being in boxes.

Yeah. I know. I know. [stammers]

- You cant put me in a box. - I wont.

[Neil] When Sammy gets here, this slate better be clean.

- Im telling you. - [Ted] Were fine.

Whatd he say? What? What?

[people shouting in distance]

Hmm. Not much. What happened?

Well, they dont got much.

Markets dead.

- Bummer. - Yeah, bummer.

What do we have?

Uh, T, you mind running an inventory real quick?

Yes, Chef.

[Carmy sighs]

- You know what we should be doing? - [Carmy] Produce vendor.

You dont have to say it.

Okay, I didnt say it then. I didnt say anything.

Do you want me to say something?

That Im jamming us up cause we have a new menu every day

and the economics arent great?

[Ebraheim shouting]

Well, Im an accomplice, so...

[metal bangs]

[Ebraheim] Shit.

- I got that. Uh. - Great.

- Start new menu please, Chef. - Yep.

Thanks.

Hey. Dont worry.

- I got you. I got you. - No. Its okay, Chef. I got it.

I got you. I got you.

[Ebraheim sighs]

- [Carmy] Here. - Thanks.

[whispers] Listen.

- Hey. - Hmm?

Am I fucking this up?

No, Chef. I just didnt put the trays all the way in.

- Carmen. - Yeah?

My fault.

[whispers] All right.

Howd she break the news?

[Jessica] Like, right before service.

[exhales]

Dramatic?

No, not even close. Beautiful, elegant, perfect.

[sighs]

You know why she, like, uh...

It felt like she woke up and just didnt wanna do it anymore.

You think shes depressed?

No, I think shes great.

Hey, you ever think about, like,

how all the good shit is gone? [scoffs]

I think about how to keep good things around.

Yeah.

How much longer are you guys open?

Last service next week, then the funeral.

Damn.

You know what youre gonna do?

Uh.

Yeah, I dont think its really sunk in yet.

I know Garretts really upset.

Yeah. He make a speech?

No, only the four.

[Richie chuckles] Yeah.

- Send my love. - Will do.

- Hows The Bear? - [Richie chuckles]

Its a fucking bear.

[chuckles] Yeah, arent they all?

[pan sizzling]

[clicks tongue] Hows it going, Chef?

Um.

Im not sure.

The markets always got so much cauliflower

and Brussels sprouts, so...

[Sydney] Mmm.

Whatever goes together grows together.

Exactly. So, I figured if we could do something with it,

we could keep hooking up Jerry.

- What do you think? - Um.

- Can I show you something? - Yes, Chef.

Yeah?

- Cool. You wanna try? - Yes, Chef.

[Sydney] Yeah, great.

- Thank you, Chef. - Yeah.

[sighs] Richie, there are boxes out back for you.

Oh, excellent.

Thank you.

[Carmy] Chef Terrys closing the restaurant.

Whoa.

[exhales]

How do you feel?

Like

Im Etch-a-sketched.

I thought it would be there forever.

Yeah.

Most things arent.

The photographer will be here in like half an hour.

And we dont know what the review says?

- We cant figure that out? - No, no. Neither do they.

Great. [sighs]

- Ebra needs help. - I know.

What do we do?

Bring in Chris, Chuckie. Pay em from The Beef.

- Deal. - Yeah?

- Thought for sure thatd be a fight. - [chuckles]

Its the only thing that makes money around here.

[chuckles] Okay.

- Did you call Mom? - Did you call Claire?

- You wanna fight about that? - Not really, no.

Tremendous.

Tremendous.

[sighs]

["Mixed Emotions" playing]

♪♪ Button your lip, baby ♪

I need more courage.

- What? - I need more courage.

Dawg, you got so much courage. What are you talking about?

- Youre perfect. - I know, but I need more courage.

- More courage for what? - [Ted] What for?

To be a great server, you need a lot of courage.

What are you afraid of? The people?

[Neil] No, its, like, me on the inside.

Like, Im nervous, and Im scared.

Then, what am I supposed to do with my hands?

Am I supposed to do this or am I supposed to do this?

Or, like, whats this?

- That looks good. - [Carmy] Yo, how we looking?

- Picture perfect, Chef. - Yeah?

[Sweeps] Almost fully stocked, Chef.

Gotta grab the last few bottles from downstairs.

- Thank you, Gary. Ted, we close? - Yeah, backup walking in.

- Fak, what are you doing with your hands? - No idea, Chef.

- Just kind of workshopping some stuff. - [Carmy] Yo.

Hey. [pants]

- Anybody seen a ghost? - [Neil, Ted] Brother!

- Whats going on, Sammy? - [Sammy] Whats up, Bear?

- [Ted] Hey. - [whispers] I know you took the SD cards.

- You said I could. - I said no such shit.

- Yeah, you did. - [Sammy] Theyre not where they were.

- Say the password. - No.

- Well? Well? - Yeah?

- [Ted] No. - Well, now I gotta haunt you.

Youre not gonna haunt me.

- [Ted] Im at work. - What is haunting?

Means Ill remember he took the SD cards without permission.

Someday when he least expects it, Ill do something weird.

- [Neil] Richie put that there. - Oh, yeah?

- [Neil] Yeah. - [Ted] Youre not gonna haunt me.

Hey, Syd. This is my associate, Nicholas Marshall.

- They call him the Computer. - Uh. Hello, Mr. Marshall.

Computer.

Nice to meet you, Computer.

- I dont deserve to be haunted. - Okay.

- I did nothing wrong. - Okay.

[Neil] Hes being scary. Ted, just say the password.

- Hes not gonna fucking haunt me. - Okay.

Stop saying that like that. Youre scaring us.

All hes gotta do is say the password.

By the way, Bear, this place is looking sick.

It used to be a real shit hole, said with complete admiration.

I appreciate it. Uh, Sammy, what are you doing here?

Oh. These lemon heads need more horsepower.

- So they called the horse. - Well, make it shine, yeah?

- Shine, it will. - Thank you.

Oh. Unc. Youre early.

- Hey, honey. Wheres the neph? - [Carmy] Here.

- [Cicero] Hey, buddy. - [Carmy] Hey.

- Computer. - Hey, Bear.

[Carmy] Lets get this over with.

[Cicero] Gladly. Ladies and germs, we have run some analytics.

- Is that Sammy fucking Fak out there? - Yeah, hes buffing the floors.

They buff floors now too?

- They buff floors. - [Cicero] Love it.

By the way, for the love of God, Neil, call Dad back.

- Im sick of his bullshit. - I did.

- You did not. - [Neil] I did.

- [Sammy] No. - [Neil] Yeah.

- Yeah? - Exactly.

- Youre being a bitch. - No, Im not.

- Neil. Neil. - Ted. Ted.

- [Ted] Yeah? Why? - Well?

- [Neil] Yeah. Well. Ted. - No. Ted. Me.

- [Neil] Yeah. Well. Well? - Yeah. No. I did.

- No, you didnt. Absolutely not. - I did. Mightve.

- You could never. I never thought of it. - Did you?

You poop in Dads bathroom?

[Ted chuckling] You did.

- You did? - You know its the best one.

[Cicero] Okay, it is no mystery,

most restaurants are allergic to success.

Id like us to be a little different.

Our findings have revealed that we are doing

a shitty fucking job with a bunch of shit.

Some other shit were not so shitty at.

Anyway, my associate will run through our findings,

and, with any luck, well learn a little bit about ourselves in the process.

- Computer, enhance. - All right. What the fucks up?

- Straight buff. - Sick, varnish?

- Varnish. - Sick, areas secure?

- Safely swept and mopped. - [Sammy] Fresh pad on the mop?

- Straight out of the oven, big dog. - Sick. [screams]

- [screams] Sammy. - [Sammy] We dont have time.

Teddy, take high. Ill take low. Neil will eat the dust with a Swiffer. Faks?

[all] Attack!

This sample is based on the month and a half

weve been operating

and does not take into account

any funds spent previously on build,

friends and family budget, other assorted fuckery.

- There hasnt been much fuckery. - [Cicero] Neph.

You specialize in the fucking fuckery, bro.

Computer, continue.

And remember, when you get to the numbers, say em real slow.

- Passive-aggressive. - Aggressive-aggressive.

Then they told me all the peanut butter sandwiches had shrooms in em.

I was booming. Scared, a little excited.

Very much the way Teds right now. I know what its like to be haunted.

- [Ted] What the fuck is that? - Purse stool.

- Sick, right? - [Ted] Yeah, sick. What is that, leather?

[Richie] Polyester. You idiot.

- Explain microgreens. - They are greens that are small.

- Like herbs? - And lettuces.

- Too expensive. Maybe use less. - Can we use less?

- We can use less. - Okay.

Sammy, you gotta be out of your mind doing that.

- Dawg, Im buffing the floor! - Dawg, youre fucking smoking.

Cousin, we always smoke in here.

Not anymore, G. Put that shit out.

- Why is the R & D cost so high? - Menu development.

Maybe we develop a little less.

Why dont you just tell us to do everything a bit less

so we can skip this and get back to work, huh?

Hey, Bear, do me a favor. Will you just, uh,

come over here with me for a second?

I just wanna have a word. Come on.

[Richie] Ted, I see you. You should know better. Put it out!

- Guys, come on. We got a photo shoot. - We wont smoke in here.

- Respect. - Yeah, res-respect.

- Man. Used to fuck this place up. - Sammy, Im begging you, please.

Just focus, all right? The guys gonna be here in five.

Okay. One, I have más queso invested in this Popsicle stand,

and Id like to start getting some of it back as soon as possible.

Two, if you were operating as well as you think youre operating,

I wouldnt have to drag a fucking robot in here

to teach you how to operate better.

Three, you ever talk to me that way again,

Ill drop you right to the fucking ground. You understand me?

- [Carmy] I apologize. - [Cicero] And I accept.

What?

Didnt you tell me to be the guy?

I didnt tell you to be an asshole.

- Understood. - [Cicero] Good.

- Sammy. - Why is he flinching?

Sammys haunting me right now.

- Took my SD cards without permission. - Mbs or gigs?

- Gigs. - Youre a fucking asshole.

- Except Im not, Richie. - Except you are.

- Haunt his fucking ass. - Yes, Chef.

- [Cicero] Where were we? - Farmers markets too high.

You should get a produce vendor to ship to us.

- Yeah, were aware. - Floral budget is wildly out of control.

Linen rentals disgusting. Why rent additional sets of black napkins?

- Lint. - [Cicero] In fairness,

- I often request a black napkin. - How come?

I like to wear a lot of black.

Neil, you wanna fire up the Makita

in case theres any residual dust after the buff?

- Yes, Chef. - [Richie] Thank you, Chef.

Carm put that there.

I dont give a flying fuck into a rolling doughnut

where Chef Carmen puts shit.

Wine pours. Set the pours at five ounces.

Also, wine cost is at 47%.

Get that down to 27. Why do you have a phone?

- Is that a shot? - I dont understand.

You giving me shit for not calling people back?

For having a phone when

you dont take reservations over the phone.

Whats the point of paying someone

to answer the phone to say you dont take reservations?

- We should be. - It makes sense.

Yeah, I make sense.

Is that the half-gallon tank? I said the two-gallon tank.

- [Neil] What? - Two-gallon tank.

I gotta fucking do everything myself.

Why are you using chargers? What is a charger?

Its a plate that sits at the table before guests arrive.

Why do they call it a fucking charger?

I dont know. I didnt invent it.

You put food on this thing?

No, we clear it before the guests eat.

- We dont get it. - We do not get it.

[Sydney] Theres nothing to get. It-

[Computer] Its a plate that nobody eats off of

and then you still have to wash it anyway.

- [Sydney] Thats correct. - Yes.

No. Fuck that shit. No chargers.

I told you not to smoke cigarettes.

Sammy did it, so I felt confident.

- Well? Yeah. - Well? Yeah.

- What happened now? - I probably have lung cancer.

- [screams] Haunted. - [screams]

Next, youre at two and a half turns of service per night.

We should open a sixth day.

Dude, you asked for the additional napkins

so white lint doesnt get on your pants.

- [both] Correct. - Understood.

[sighs]

[shutter clicking]

What lens are you working with there? A little 75?

Uh, this is a 28.

Yeah, if- Are you a photographer or-

- Filmmaker actually. - Oh, what kind of films do you make?

- Childrens birthday parties. - [Ted] Can you not?

- Easy with the chitchat. - [Sammy] Can I not?

- [Ted] I dont know. Can you? - I dont know. Can I?

- [Richie] Ted. Sam. - This is so fucked. No.

If I say the password, will you stop fucking haunting me?

[whispers] I dont know, bro. This haunting stuff-

[whispering] Samuel Geoff, I love you. Youre a hero.

You buffed the shit out of the floors today.

Can you stop haunting me, bro?

Theodore Geoff, thank you for your compliments.

- Yeah. - I love you.

- I love you too. - You took my property. I cant.

- Can you please stop haunting him? Please? - Yeah.

All right, fine. Fine.

Really? Thank you.

- So, uh, how was the review? - [shutter clicks]

Oh, they dont tell me. I just show up and shoot.

Its okay. I wouldnt tell anybody. What-

They dont tell me. Its above my pay grade.

Hey! Whats it say?

- [Neil] Yeah, what does the review say? - Yeah. I-I got it, guys. Thanks.

Actually, Sammy. Why dont you get a coffee?

Theres a nice espresso machine right back in there.

Yeah, all right.

- [Richie] Right next to the office. - [shutter clicking]

Okay.

[Richie] Can I see that shot?

Is the place setting too crowded or-

- [Richie] Excuse me? - [photographer] Maybe its the napkin or-

[Richie] Is it? Yeah, thats what Im thinking.

- [photographer] Try that one more time. - Lets shoot.

Samuel Geoff.

You said you were done haunting me, bro.

Theodore Geoff, youve tied my hands. Youve tied my hands.

- [Ted] This is fucked up. - Lets do this shot again.

Sure.

- Im scared. Stop. - [Sammy] Well? Why would I?

- Im haunted. Because. - Why would I?

- Well- - Well?

[photographer] The lights too hot?

Fine, fuck this. "Iridescent."

There, I did it. "Iridescent."

- Password accepted. I love you. - Love you too.

- [Richie] Mkay. - [shutter clicking]

I know whats going on here.

Hey, Neil Geoff, you wanna take a step back?

- Youre in the light. Back. - [shutter clicks]

[Richie] A little bit more.

More.

Again. More. More.

Keep going.

Keep going.

One more step.

Okay, great.

- All right. - [photographer] Okay.

Im feeling good about this.

Can you ask them to prep the dish?

- What dish? - [shutter clicks]

Uh, they listed, uh, a duck dish.

Something he mentions in the review.

- So you have read the review? - No, so they-

- No, so they tell me what dishes- - Dont fuck me.

- They tell me what dishes- - Dont fuck us.

I would never. Im gonna make you guys look good.

You smell cigarettes?

Whatd you say?

[photographer] It smells like cigarettes.

- You guys might wanna- - Yeah, cause were huffing darts in here.

Just cause The Beef stands finally making money

doesnt mean you can make your own ketchup.

- Fine. - I mean, its gross anyway.

Chef Syd, could you please tell Chef Carmen

to prep the duck dish, that we probably only made once,

for the photographer? He wants to showcase it.

- Richard. - No, Nicholas. No, not today.

- [Sydney] Uh, sorry. What duck dish? - Oh, hey, Computer.

- Sammy boy. - Hey, Unc.

- [Cicero] Sammy. - Hey, whats going on?

- Bunch of chef shit? - Yes, uh, chef shit.

- Sick. - Do you remember the dish?

Do I? No.

No. Not- Not you. I- I dont know you.

- Im Sammy. - Okay, Im Sydney.

- Well. - Well.

Carm, do you remember?

- Yes, maybe. Uh. I think so. - You do not remember.

I dont know. We did six different versions of it.

- Do you remember? - Do you see why thats a problem?

- Well, you dont remember either. - Exactly.

- T, do you remember- - Nope.

- Ha, classic. - Wait. Do we have duck right now?

- No. - Fuck a duck.

We can send somebody.

There it is. One duck for one photo equals piss.

For the review, bro. Im okay with this.

Thank you, Computer.

All right. Who are we gonna send?

Uh, everybodys back here doing prep.

And the Faks are buffing,

and I do not trust them to make that a solo job.

[stammers] You wouldnt-

[Computer] No animals in my car.

[Sydney] Right.

[Sydney stammers] Theres no one else to send.

I mean- [stammers]

What?

- Oh, you want me to go grab a duck? - Please.

- [Sydney] I mean- - Sick. What kind of duck?

[Sammy] Freshwater? I saw one at the park.

- Should I get a trash bag from Neil? - No, no. No. Nope.

- Do you remember? - What?

- The longest haunt? Yeah. - Uncle Gary and Dad?

Dude. [stammers]

[both] Six years.

Thats- Thats insa- He was doing-

Dude, Dad did some crazy shit.

He was fucking putting fake LLCs in his name.

And by the time he was done being haunted,

he had, like, 1500 businesses.

I know. He made fake adoption papers.

[sighs]

[phone vibrates]

- [vibrating] - [sighs]

[inhales deeply]

Whats up, Computer?

- Pastry chef? - What about him?

I mean, he- he makes two things,

so that makes him too expensive.

Okay.

W-What do you want me to do about it?

Do you need a pastry chef?

- Thats Marcus. - Do you need a Marcus?

Yeah, we need a Marcus.

- Can you get a cheaper Marcus? - Computer.

- Natalie. - Ive known you for 35 years.

You coached Mikeys Little League team.

Youre nice to Pete.

If you fuck with Marcus, I will murder you.

- Chef. - Chef.

- You all right, pal? - Oh, uh, yes.

Hi, Mr. Kalinowski. Hey.

Syd, you know, if were gonna be partners,

probably not a good idea for you to call me Mr. fucking Kalinowski.

- Dont you think? - Youre right.

Oh, actually, you know, were not partners.

We are not partners until you sign the fucking thingy.

I know. Ive- Ive been busy. Thats, uh, on me.

You, um- You excited?

Yeah.

Oh, wow. Try and contain yourself.

Dont rub it in everyones face or nothing.

Im excited.

- Can I ask you something? - Yeah.

Carm have a stick up his ass today or what?

I mean, like, a bigger stick than usual?

Like a giant fucking redwood tree lodged up there?

I do not- I do not know what you want me to say to that.

[sighs] I just-

I wish he wasnt so high-strung, you know?

I tell you, Syd, sometimes...

- [sighs] - What?

I dont know. I kinda think its my fault.

How?

I just wish I had done more to help em all out.

- The kids? - Yeah, when they were younger.

Well, youre- youre doing a lot now.

What if Im making it worse buying em a fucking restaurant?

Probably a different kind of little,

different kind of late. Dont you think?

Thats not what I meant.

What did you mean?

Youre here.

Okay.

- Okay. - Um.

Hey, uh-

Do me a favor, kid.

Next time you get 15 seconds, press the fucking button.

[sighs]

["Mixed Emotions" playing]

♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪

♪♪ Youre not the only ship ♪

♪♪ Adrift on this ocean ♪

♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪

♪♪ Thats feeling lonesome ♪

♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪

♪♪ With mixed emotions ♪

♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪

♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪

♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪

♪♪ You gotta stick, stick Stick together ♪

♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪

- ♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪ - ♪♪ Yeah ♪

♪♪ Fooling around ♪

- ♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪ - ♪♪ Youre not the only one ♪

[song ends]

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