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Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

Feed the soil.

Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

Feed the soil.

Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

Feed the soil.

Feed the soil. Feed--

New order, table ten.

Three duck, two scallop, one cod.

New order, table two.

Two beef, two lobster, two duck.

Two beef, two lobster, two duck.

Let's go.

Jesus Christ.

What is this, amateur hour?

Where's my runner?

Fifteen seconds. Zeb, let's go.

- Yes, Chef. - I'm not interested

in your self-expression.

Clean this up.

One of those ducks for ten is changing to a cod.

I'm just putting it in--

Are you fucking serious, culero?

Did you hear that?

Two duck, two scallop, two cod for ten.

This filet's about to look so sexy you gonna leave your wife.

Would you fuck this filet, Feder?

- Oh, hell yeah. - Hell yeah.

That's how it's done, people. Watch and learn.

Cooking excellent food.

You need the best ingredients, mastery of classic technique.

That's a given.

But to be a chef, you gotta love the taste of blood.

You gotta love the fight.

That's why I named my restaurant Taurus.

God is the bull, so I remember not just to cook with my head

but with my balls.

Marcello Ricci, what a legend.

Have a charmed evening, gentlemen.

- Evening. - Good evening.

Come here. Have a drink.

What is it?

Look...

I want to start by thanking you.

The last seven years have been an invaluable

- learning experience for me and... - Jesus Christ.

You're leaving.

To where?

Menza?

You better not say Menza. I'll kill Jasper.

- No. - You're screwing me if you leave.

So I'll double your salary.

You'd pay me that much?

Take a load off.

You're rich now. Be happy already.

I'm leaving to be head chef at my own restaurant.

We have a beautiful site upstate.

"We"?

The restauranteur I'm partnering with, Andreas Soltani.

Does this Andreas know how hard you worked to get a spot in my kitchen?

What you're throwing away?

Why?

'Cause this is your dream?

No, no. Jesus, stop.

When everything falls apart, which it most certainly will,

you've nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

You're left with just you and your choices.

You're a soldier, you've got skills, but come on, kid.

You're not a boss.

I have to.

It's important to me to leave on good terms.

I'll give you two weeks and find you someone amazing.

Don't bother.

Hey, city girl.

Where the hell you learn to park?

No, I'm not talking to you, bro.

I gotta go, dude.

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

It's all yours, baby.

How's it looking?

As nasty as I remember it?

It's even worse.

Don't expect me to do any scrubbing, but, uh, how about we celebrate?

- Now? - Right now.

Let's go.

It was a bitch to get a reservation last-minute,

but I go way back with my boy Erik.

Uh, you're friends with Erik Haas?

Andreas Soltani. We're early.

You've been here before, right?

No, I haven't had a day off in seven years.

We ready?

- Yeah, we can learn a lot from this place. - Yeah.

You know, small dining room,

nowheresville location.

They've shown that people will show up to a high-end destination dining experience.

- Mm. - We need to build some serious buzz,

some primo press, and we gotta make you the next big thing.

Marcello Ricci's protégée.

You know, I've got multiple sources calling you that.

I do my homework.

- Look, the way I see it... - Mm.

...we're asking people to go on a journey just to get to our restaurant,

so we need to earn that.

I'm thinking downtown attitude,

- like Maman's or Frutta. - Mm.

Everything is legit.

Sophisticated, first-motherfucking-class.

- Prestige for days. - Mm.

Dominique Crenn meets The Infatuation's wet dream.

- Mm. - Wild. Feminine.

Feminine?

Yeah. You know.

Sexy ingredients that Hansel and Gretel forage in the backyard.

Harvested from our own bespoke garden.

Well, you have to leave that to your old lady gardener.

- Huh? - Boy, I'm from Newark.

I don't know shit about gardening.

And I'm a broke kid from Philly, but look at us fucking now.

So... why did your other chef back out?

You know, did he get a better gig?

Magnus? Y-Yeah.

Yeah, something like that.

Magnus Sommerlatt?

Why, you know him?

No, I'm just a fan.

Crazy.

- Magnus Sommerlatt was your chef? - Yeah.

- Sh... - Pretty crazy.

Mr. Soltani, the rest of your party has arrived.

All right.

Shall we?

Ciao, bella.

Just a "quick bite at your friend's place"?

You're a cocky bastard.

Hey, now, don't hate the player.

Lucia, let me introduce you to the next big thing.

I've heard so much about you.

Grilled oyster

with spiced green salsa and sea grapes served with a spoon of herbed snail.

Just-cooked white asparagus in a chanterelle broth

with smoked egg yolk emulsion.

- Mmm. - Mmm.

It's earthy.

Salt-cured duck with a roasted chestnut,

black garlic rock, ant and mushroom oil.

What, more wives?

I'm joking with you.

Yes.

Chef Erik!

Welcome, guys.

All right, I have to go powder my nose.

Ooh, powder powder?

No, jackass. I have to pee.

Hey, what do you think of her?

What about her?

I know you probably want to bring your own sous, but--

That girl's a sous-chef?

Yeah, I met her at Marché.

Killer résumé.

You're gonna love her.

I was hoping you'd roll with it, but if it's too much, it's--

I didn't say that.

Hey, how about some shots?

Yes!

- Oh, my gosh, pechuga. - On the house.

- Oh! - Oh, my God.

- Thank you. - Of course.

Okay, toast, toast, toast, toast, toast, toast.

To doing the craziest, dumbest thing in the world.

Opening a restaurant.

- Skoal. - Skoal.

Oh, God.

Yeah.

Ooh.

No way.

What a meal.

- Oh, my. - Yeah.

- Hey, Dre. - Yeah.

What do you say we give her a trial run, huh?

- Ooh, baby. - Really?

Yeah, I mean, fuck it. Go ahead and come in when the kitchen's up.

Thank you. I really appreciate it.

All right, here we go.

Hey, are you free on Sunday?

Our investor, he wants to meet you.

- Sample some of your, uh, menu ideas. - Thank you.

Yeah.

You-you can handle a meal, right?

- Oh, yeah, no problem. - Okay.

Oh, can I help?

I got this one, but th-thank you.

Hey, Siri, confirm dinner with Toli.

I got you an Uber, okay?

This way, my love.

Thank you.

Ciao, bella.

Hello?

Hmm.

Ow.

Shit.

Local kid.

- Alvin, right? - Yeah.

Alvin, great. Okay, let's get to work.

Hi, and welcome to Gardening 101.

And what better place to start than with your soil.

Yeah, no, I'm finding the best vendors.

I mean, this incredible little seafood market.

But the best stuff is gonna come from our veggie garden.

The garden that Magnus left?

Fully functioning.

Well, look at you.

A regular Barefoot Contessa.

You're hilarious.

Hmm.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck me!

Damn it.

Dre, we need to cancel tonight.

What? No.

No, this place has an infestation problem,

and you needed an exterminator here yesterday.

Oh, my God. Oh, my...

Fucking kidding me?

Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no.

No.

Motherfucker.

- We need to move it. Right? - No.

It's too la-- Toli already drove upstate.

He's a big fan of Marcello, so just lean into what you know.

You said you can handle it.

Okay, yeah, no problem.

Okay, now, here's the address of a place with really good seafood.

Ask for Victor, and then please show him the list.

Now, on the same street, there should be a boutique grocer

that has everything else.

Uh, look for a guy, mustache, Dusty, Rusty, something.

Tell him we only want the best.

You got it.

What's "proskyeto"?

Prosciutto?

Oh.

Use the list!

There you are. Let me help you because I gotta get this broth going

and-- What is that?

Um, both spots are closed Sundays.

I tried to call, but my phone died.

I got everything, though.

Um, except they didn't have any monkfish, so I got chicken instead.

Make it work. That's what we're doing, we're making it work.

As you can tell, we're still getting everything up and running.

All these pieces up here, th-that all needs a finish.

Uh, come this way.

- Come. You're gonna love this dining room. - Oh.

You, too, Chef Erik.

- It's really nice. - Yeah.

- A little creepy. - Oh, fuck a duck.

- So, you hope to work here? - Tomorrow.

We have a deconstructed Caesar salad

with herb-roasted chicken and grilled Little Gem lettuce.

Enjoy.

A good meal for my eyeballs.

- Mmm. - Mm-hmm.

Nice. The chicken's so tender.

But maybe, mm...

- The anchovies, right? - Mm.

Exactly.

It's a little bit, uh, over toppen.

But... still great balance.

Good croutons.

We have a caramelized onion soup with charred shallots and onion foam,

served with a roasted almond pastry.

Mmm.

Okay.

We have a squid ink risotto with calamari and saffron aioli.

Mm.

Love the saffron color.

Really nice.

Mm.

It was hot.

I'll get you another spoon.

You know, it just...

The-the spoon can get very hot.

What was that all about?

Look, I thought I saw...

You know what, never mind.

Well, just lay off the caffeine, okay?

Come, say hello. Come on.

I, uh, licked my plate clean.

But Hiral has a few thoughts.

Hiral Sen.

Nice to meet you.

Umi's Feast. I read your blog.

Do I smell a sneak peek buzz piece in the works?

Um, I have a policy for friends.

If I don't have anything nice to say, I don't write.

Well, we're not friends...

so, please, share.

The food felt safe.

Like you were checking off prestige boxes.

Fancy but derivative.

No risk. No soul.

Simply put, there was no voice.

Well, we had some setbacks tonight,

but we are still working out the kinks.

I'm sorry.

Best of luck.

I told you we should reschedule tonight.

Look, there is something very wrong with this place.

- You have-- - You are the chef.

This is on you.

Furry vermin.

You eat my tomatoes, and I will end you.

♪ ♪

Ugh.

Feed the soil.

Chef?

Oh, there you are. Andreas wants to... talk.

What... happened to you?

I just...

Tell him I'll be right there.

No, I hear that, I hear that.

Hey.

Okay.

All right, yeah.

Bye.

What is this about?

Toli wants me to look at some other chefs.

Mm-mm.

No way.

One impromptu dinner and I'm getting hosed?

Toli liked it.

Before Hiral got in his head,

- he was gobbling it up-- - It doesn't matter.

Daddy Warbucks calls the shots.

Did you pull this shit with Magnus, too?

Is that why he left?

Call Marcello.

Maybe he'll give you your job back.

Give me two weeks!

Two weeks, no salary, and I'll deliver a killer menu.

Andreas, I am all in here.

I want to make this menu so goddamn incredible, and I know I can deliver.

Look, you want original?

I haven't even scratched the surface yet.

I gave up everything-- my apartment, my job.

You owe me this.

Two weeks, and you better knock my socks off, you hear me?

Hey.

Um, so I was thinking about what Hiral said.

And obviously I have a ton of ideas, but, you know, I'm sure you do, too.

Anyway, I'm just excited to riff, you know?

I'm kind of a nerd for anything cutting-edge,

- so just here to be a resource. - Mm.

Oh, curious, what's your take on potato milk?

My take?

I called up some of the restaurants

on your bogus résumé, and I can tell you

three years at cold station is a world away from sous-chef.

Did you call Marché?

Okay, call them, 'cause I-I can do the job, swear to God.

Those other pricks never let me out of salads, all right?

Stupid big swinging dick club.

Welcome to my big swinging dick club.

You want the sous position, earn it.

Start by making me a decent espresso.

Yes, Chef.

Your knife skills need work.

You should know your knife so well that you can cut blind.

Okay, I get it.

Okay, no, chill. Seriously, I-I...

I'll just do it again, okay?

Not that its gonna make you a better chef,

but it's a great way to scare off line cooks

who think they can waltz their way into a high-level sous position.

Fuck this macho posturing.

What are you trying to prove?

Fuck.

Tastes like fucking baby food.

Fuck a duck.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Fuck.

Friend or foe?

What do you know about the previous owner of this place?

We pay rent to a property manager in Cincinnati.

He got it off some auction. Why?

Just curious.

This place is sort of becoming my muse.

- Your muse? - Mm.

Well, just a reminder your two weeks are almost up.

Soon.

I'm onto something.

Wow.

I've never seen greens like these.

Are they mizuna?

Yeah.

Which farm?

Uh, it's a new vendor.

Sarah.

Sarah's farm.

Woman-owned business.

Excellent.

Yeah, she's, um... She's kind of a visionary.

She, um... hybridizing plants and...

experimenting with new garden technique.

Kind of inspiring.

I can tell.

- You want me to try this? - Yes.

Go ahead.

Mmm.

It's so rich.

Yes, but it needs something to ground it.

- You know, like, uh... - A sourdough?

- Yeah! - Mm-hmm.

Wait, that's perfect.

You know, 'cause you don't want to neutralize that funk.

Well, we can make some funky bread.

- Mm. Mm, oh, we're in it now. - Yeah.

Pepper it in.

Look, I know we said we made this for the stew, but my gut is telling me--

Serve it alone?

- Exactly. - Mm.

No, the mold bread is its own thing.

This is a real showstopper.

- Mmm. - Mmm!

But it's still a little stuffy.

- I want to invite people to mess it up. - Right.

What if this is the problem?

- We're still using technique... - Right.

- ...but, uh, we're not afraid of simple. - Right.

You know, we listen to the ingredients and the flavors,

and we let them take the lead.

Ooh.

- Oh. - Oh, come on.

Perfect.

You know them big swinging dicks you were talking about?

Yep.

They stuck me in cold station for years, too.

Fuckers.

And I fought with every bone in my body to get where I am.

But I'm starting to think that time in that kitchen fucked me up.

It's hard for me to get Marcello out of my head.

Oh, artichokes.

Can I help you?

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Whoa.

Creepy.

What's that guy's deal, huh?

Maybe he was looking for the witch lady.

The previous owner?

Wait, you know about her?

Everyone who grew up around here has a witch lady story.

What kind of story?

Scary one.

Curses.

Missing pets.

Alvin, you know that just because someone called her a witch

doesn't actually make her one.

Uh, I don't know, Chef.

She had, like, this whole coven of women,

and they'd do witchy stuff in the woods together.

Yeah.

It's called a garden club.

A garden club that sacrifices people?

Chef, I'm telling you, she lured women to be part of her coven

by taking over their mind.

And when they finally broke in to take her away or whatever,

the whole place was teeming with bugs and mold.

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

so...

Can you keep a secret?

Uh... sure.

I've seen her.

Like a ghost?

I knew it.

I fucking knew this place was haunted.

Mm.

I can't believe you sleep here.

I would be scared shitless.

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

She just wants me to take care of her garden.

Carry on her legacy.

Huh.

Like a successor.

Mm, sure. [laughs]

"Life to death, fruit to spoil,

all creation feeds the soil."

I don't know, Chef.

I wouldn't eat anything from her garden.

You've been watching

too many Tales from the Crypt, my dude.

We're cool.

Back to the kitchen.

Hey. Just confirming that we are on for tomorrow at 7:00?

Look, I want to be real with you, Chef.

I got a lot of people knocking on my door for this job,

so, uh, here's hoping you got some magic up your sleeve.

Ugh.

Feed the soil.

Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

Feed the soil.

Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

- Feed the soil.

You okay, Chef?

Yeah, I'm great.

He's here.

- Go time. - Yep.

We have a spicy soup of sprouting greens.

Beet-cured trout with roasted baby beets, trout caviar and pickled berries.

Striped bass with oyster lemon butter sauce and purple radish blanket.

Mold bread with chive butter.

Wild mushroom stew with artichoke heart.

This looks like it came off a bottom of a shoe.

Dre, just eat it.

Ea-eat-- Wha-- Eat this?

Scoop.

So I just scoop?

Yes.

And for our dessert, wild berry mousse

with berry lemon tartare and fudge.

What the hell have you been smoking?

'Cause whatever it is, I want some.

This is next fucking level.

I mean, how did you pull this off?

I mean, not that I didn't think you had it in you, but I mean, wow.

I didn't even know what I was eating half the time, but...

I mean, seriously, where did this even come from?

Uh, uh, yeah, I just sort of...

did what you said, Dre, you know, wild, feminine.

Welcome to fine dining boot camp.

Next week, we kick off with our friends and family dinner,

our dress rehearsal.

It's our chance to work out some of the, uh, kinks

before our grand opening.

For pulling off a fine dining restaurant in the boonies,

it is make-or-break.

So, who wants to make some money?!

Jesus.

What the fuck?

Whoa.

Hey, man, you okay?

Look, I'm sorry, pal, but you...

you can't be here.

Okay?

Whoa! Whoa!

What is going on?

Magnus? Magnus, what--

What are you-- Jesus, Magnus, your fucking hand!

That was Chef Magnus Sommerlatt?

Dre suspected he was living in the forest, but I did not believe him until now.

Wait, what the hell is wrong with him?

- He wasn't always like that, was he? - No. No, no.

At first, he seemed fine.

But things got super dark.

The job brought out the worst in him.

You know chefs-- they're all addicts or head cases.

But-but what happened to him?

Who knows? Um...

Too much stress, too much pressure.

Living in a haunted house?

It's so sad.

He was a great chef.

Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

Feed the soil.

Whoa, whoa.

Leave me alone, you fucking witch!

Feed your own fucking soil!

If you're staring at me, it means you don't know what your job is.

And if you don't know what your job is in this kitchen,

you should probably be at Arby's.

- Alvin. - Yeah.

Get a list going, pal.

We're gonna have to source from local vendors today, okay?

What? Uh, what happened to your hookup, Sarah?

Fuck Sarah. That bitch is so not cool,

and we are no longer supporting her operation.

But we-we built the whole menu around her.

There is nothing wrong with a little arugula.

Clean that up, will ya?

I just-- I-I wish you told me. It-it--

This is really frustrating to hear on the day of the friends and family dinner.

This is the job.

Roll with it. Okay?

I don't see you moving. Did I stutter?

Look, get to work or I will put you back in cold station

so fast it will make your head spin.

You can sleep your way into a job,

but it sure as shit is not gonna help you keep it.

Good luck on your own, you sexist bitch.

You're trying to pull off a 50-head dinner with no sous?

- What, are you crazy?! - Oh, crazy?

Crazy like Magnus?

Well, no, I should've told you about that,

- but what I want-- - Yeah, you should have.

- Listen, listen, listen-- - I don't have time for this conversation.

Get out of my kitchen.

Chef.

- What? - Table two is moving to bread.

- Already? - Yep.

Okay. Okay.

Uh, Alvin, where are my chives?

Uh...

Uh, Lucia usually preps them, Chef.

Motherfucker.

It's your lucky day, bud.

- Huh? - Let's go.

Chef, table ten's still waiting on that striped bass.

God. I don't need them burnt. I need them fucking delicious.

Give me that.

Shit. Um...

That's trash. Start again.

Table four's moving real fast, Chef.

Table eight waiting for celery. Let's pick it up, people.

Four's moving on.

How are we looking, Chef?

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

Are we good, Chef?

Chef?

Okay. Okay, take them.

Go, go, go, go.

Okay, just give me a second.

Two minutes.

It's in your head, it's in your head, it's in your head.

Alvin, chives.

You know what, I'll do it myself, bud. Move.

Hey, guys, table two's getting really antsy.

What's the holdup?

Ralphie, you got this?

We're behind. Get 'em out. Move.

I got three. I need four.

- Where's the fourth one? - Ralphie, answer me, goddamn it!

Oh!

Oh!

What are you looking at?!

Well, don't everybody just stand there.

Get me a goddamn first aid kit.

Oh, shit.

We've got four orders backed up. Let's go.

It's just a little blood. It's fine.

Ah, it's not under the sink.

Manny, move your ass! Keep things flying out!

I need the first aid kit!

I need the first aid kit!

- Dre, it's a little blood. - I need the, uh, injection thingy!

What?!

Shellfish allergy, table 12. It's on the fucking ticket!

Here, I got it. I got it.

The fucking oyster sauce.

I got one! I got one.

Who knows how to use this?

- We need Uncle Rudy. - Fuck Uncle Rudy.

Okay, move out of the way. Move out of the way.

"Blue to the sky, orange to the thigh."

Oh, my God! Don't die!

It's okay, Aunt Gigi. It's okay.

Come on, Aunt Gigi.

How is she?

She'll live.

Look, if I could move the opening, trust me, I would,

but we're still on, okay?

Press and all.

Okay.

You know, Toli has dropped out as an investor,

and... I've been struggling to bankroll this thing.

I've used my savings, I've maxed out my credit,

I've even borrowed from family.

I really believed you when you said that you were ready for this.

And now I'm watching you fall apart.

Yeah, fuck no.

Chef?

Everybody's here.

Wh... what do I tell them?

Are we still opening tonight?

Tell them I'm coming.

Yes, Chef.

Oh.

- Alvin? - Yeah.

What happened to her?

The witch lady?

Uh...

I don't know, actually.

But they say it got so gnarly, the town had to shut her down.

- Afternoon. - Hi, Chef.

- Ralphie. - What up, Chef?

- Manny. - Hello, Chef.

- Feder. - Yes, Chef.

Thank you for filling in.

- You ready for this? - Absolutely, Chef.

Lucia.

Glad you're back. We need you.

Hey, Chef, can I, uh, talk to you for a second?

Yeah, sure.

Can we go somewhere private?

I've got a bajillion things to do, so go ahead and tell me now.

Well, um...

there's been a lot of ups and downs in this kitchen,

and I'm here to, um...

What is this speech?

...like, get us on a level playing field,

and so, um, I have announced

that the chef for this evening will be Lucia.

You fucking with me?

You said it yourself, she knows the menu better than you do,

- so if you don't mind... - What?

...feel free to, uh, take the night off.

No, no. Excuse me.

Who knew about this?

May I remind you that everything here--

the food, the functioning kitchen,

even the goddamned unclogged toilet--

is because of my brain, my blood, my balls!

- You are so fucked without me. - Oh, my God.

- You're fucked! - Uh-huh.

Lucia? My God, that girl is so wet behind the ears,

the press is gonna eat you as a goddamned crispy bar snack.

Now, you and I, we're gonna go back up there

and you are going to give me back my kitchen!

Okay, you're right, you're right, okay?

It's fucked up how it all went down,

but guess what, it's just fucking business.

Okay.

Okay, fine.

I'll just take it back. How about that?

- Hmm? - My God, you see?

Just put yourself in my shoes for one second.

You are a liability.

Yes. And not to mention you've been an asshole to everyone.

I am not an asshole, Dre!

I am just the boss!

Okay, fine.

You're the boss.

You're also fucking scaring me.

Look at you right now.

I'm worried about you.

- No. Oh, oh. - The pressure is getting to you.

Look. Stop, stop. Look what you're doing.

Look.

The pressure is getting to you,

and I just want to help you. I just want to help you.

I don't want you to turn out like Magnus.

Okay? Okay.

I have everything on the line.

Open the gate, Dre.

- I can't. - Open the goddamn gate!

This place didn't drive Magnus crazy-- you did.

You and this whole fucked up business.

- Open the gate! - I'm sorry.

Open the goddamn gate!

Oh, shit.

- Dre? - Hey.

Come on, this was a mistake.

Um, where is she? I need to talk to her.

She, um...

Yeah, she took a payout...

and she left, so...

She wouldn't just walk out like that.

Yeah, it surprised me, too.

Yeah, it surprised me, too.

Help!

Somebody!

Can anybody hear me?!

Asshole.

This is my fucking kitchen!

Whoa.

Damn it.

Help!

Somebody help me!

Anybody?!

Help! I'm... I'm trapped!

- Hi. - Oh, hello. Look how beautiful you look.

Thanks for giving us another try.

Up, keep it up.

Can anybody hear me?!

I'm trapped.

Really trapped!

No more spooky shit!

What do you want from me?

Oh, that's all you got? Huh?!

Huh?!

Bring it to me! Let's go!

Stop!

Okay.

Manny?

Why is the broth brown?

It's supposed to be clear and green.

This looks sad.

I did the same cook time, but the vegetables are different.

I can't serve this.

The first course should have gone out 30 fucking minutes ago.

- Okay. - Should I refire them?

Yeah, refire them.

Wait, no. Actually, no. Uh, no, that's too much.

- Um... - Let's fucking go. Let's go.

Jesus.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

We have a spicy soup of sprouting greens.

Okay.

Oh, no.

No.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my...

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

No, no!

It's okay. Okay.

"Life to death, fruit to spoil, now is the time to..."

We know what the people call us.

They tell scary stories about us, but they don't understand.

As we tend to the body, we tend to the heart.

We feed the soil with love,

nurturing the spirit so it can grow.

If that makes us witches,

then so be it.

Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

Feed the soil.

Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

Feed the soil.

Feed the soil. Feed the soil.

- Feed the soil. - We only want to help you.

Here.

How do you fuck up a soup?!

- We're losing them. - Quick. Take them, take them. Move, move.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, something doesn't look right with that.

- Go. - Are you serious?

Look, you told me we were behind. Just get them out.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

No. No, no, no, no.

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

- Where the fuck's the fire extinguisher?! - Fuck me.

Back up.

No!

Alvin, open those windows and get...

Here we go.

- Open that door. - No, no!

Napkin? They're coming, they're coming, they're coming.

I think it's coming in two seconds.

You know, to me, the role of chef

is, uh, an educator of people's palates...

Mm, mm. Mm.

Ugh.

Hope you're all still hungry.

Um... All right.

That's gonna turn off-- That's gonna self-turn off, I think.

Okay, that's smoke.

Okay, why don't we, why don't we, why don't we get out.

Why don't we get out. Yeah.

Let's get out of here.

Turn off the fire alarm, now.

- How? - Turn off-- What do you mean how?

This is absurd.

I know.

- It's gonna be backed up... - Hiral, are you coming?

Uh, I think I'll stay for a bit.

Okay.

What do I tell guests?

Hey, we're still getting paid for tonight, right?

Here's what we're gonna do.

Go get the tables and chairs.

Tell all the other servers, bring everything out here.

We're gonna do it here.

Candles, settings, everything.

- Go. Go, go. Go. - Okay, you heard him. Let's go.

We're gonna finish over the fire.

Right here.

Move it right, right up, right up against it.

Right here.

Take a seat. Welcome.

Thank you for the wait. Thank you for the wait.

How are you guys doing? Good? Awesome.

- Excuse me. - Thank you, my friend.

Ooh, we heating up.

Let's get this on for you.

My man. All right.

Got ourselves a kitchen here.

Chef, um...

Just wanted to say, um...

- ...sorry. I-- - Lucia.

Tell me...

you ever skin a rabbit?

All right, potato and squash flying. Step up.

Let's get a flow right now.

They've been waiting long enough. Let's go.

Yeah, this is crazy.

- Whoo! - ♪ ♪

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

♪ ♪