All language subtitles for Elsbeth - 2x05

VEEV: "Good" is not an option.

"Good" is a fail.
The local diner is "good."

At our level, every night

we must surpass our customers'
wildest expectations.

They pay your rent, not me.

I may be the star that they come to see,

but I can't shine
if the background actors

are bumping into the scenery.

Garde-Manger, the crudo

was coming out lopsided last night.

Don't explain.

Fix it.

And, hot line,

you need to pick up the pace.

And no sweating.

I don't sweat,

so neither do you.

Sam, another full house tonight.

Did you put the VIPs how I like them?

Yes, Chef, new money in the front,

big spenders in the back.

Thank you.

Pay extra attention to Table 12.

He's a five-star VIP,

- so anything he wants.
- Yes, Chef.

Jordan, how many lamb shanks
in the walk-in?

- (WHISTLES)
- Jordan!

How many lamb shanks in the walk-in?

Uh, 30 or 31?

I can go down and count.

Don't worry about it.

Let's just wait till we run out

in the middle of service.

Go.

I can't do this alone!

Although it feels like it.

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

Get to your stations.

Be on your toes.

There's no room for error.

Understood?

ALL: Yes, Chef!

- Order up!
- (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

- Coming through...
- Watch out.

I've had this reservation for weeks.

It's Peterson for two.
What is the problem?

I-I think there's just been
a very slight mix-up,

if you'll just, you know,
give me a moment. Thank you.

(OTHERS ARGUING)

Ridiculous.

Mr. Montebello.

Mr. Montebello, hello.

We've got a corner booth ready for you.

Apparently you don't.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER PHONE)

Good night, Chef.

Wait, wait, I can make room
for you at the counter.

Let me fix this.

(SIGHS)

What is happening?

Who are the dancing morons at Table 12?

Look, I don't know.
It doesn't make any sense.

They all showed up,

then people with the same names
arrived 20 minutes later.

I paid $500 for this table.

And we are literally starving.

How did you pay for a table?

- We don't sell reservations.
- (PHONE CHIMES NEARBY)

Understood.

I am so, so sorry, Mr. Montebello.

Please, let me make it up to you.

Let me show you why

we are the best restaurant in the city.

This Saturday, perfect.

Yes, I will make something
extra special for you.

Okay.

Thank you, sir.

Malcolm?

Go downstairs and get
half a tray of duck started.

- Do you want me to stay and help?
- No.

Go home.

All of you.

And, Malcolm, don't forget
to set the timer.

Yes, Chef.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SIGHS)

Oh.

Almost done here, Chef.

I'll wait up for the deliveries.

The first one isn't until 4:00 a.m.

(PHONE CHIMES)

You little roach-eating basement rat.

Selling reservations at my restaurant?

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

I thought I would go out with a bang.

I hear your friend
Mr. Montebello didn't get a table?

That's too bad.

You are so fired.

(CHUCKLES) Like I care.

This place sucks.

Your menu is dull.

You never take any risks.

And you kept me down here for two years

when I have great ideas.

And you won't listen!

Mango salsa isn't new or good.

What, let me guess.

You got a fresh take on a beet salad.

Truffle oil. Genius.

Your lamb shanks are chewy.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(GRUNTS)

What do you know about good food?

You can't even gut a fish properly!

I gave you a chance on the line.

You think I ever got a second chance?

(GRUNTS)

I had to fight and claw

while idiot men got promoted over me.

You're weak!

Your cooking is weak!

And your knife work is a joke.

You may get another job,

but you will never

move up from the basement.

Never!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(JORDAN LAUGHING)

JORDAN: When this gets out,

you're finished...

forever.

Order's up.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

(PANTING)

(BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

(TIMER BEEPING)

(EXHALES)

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

KAYA: Pulse is normal.

Breathing steady.

Hello there.

- Oh!
- KAYA: Nice and slow.

I need a medic.

Genevieve Hale?

I'm Detective Edwards.

You gave us quite the scare.

Do you know who did this to you?

(SIGHS)

(GASPS) Jordan!

Oh, my God, is he dead?

- Tell me he's not dead!
- I'm so sorry.

Can we get him out of here?

It looks like you took a nasty beating.

Do you remember anything at all?

(GRUNTS)

The stairs.

They pushed me down.

- "They."
- Multiple suspects.

Okay, we need to get you to a hospital.

You might have a concussion.

No!

I can't leave.

We have to open. (GRUNTS)

- Okay.
- Not today, you don't.

Come on.

Oh, careful.

I'm fine.

I've worked with concussions before.

EDWARDS: Let's hold
that thought a minute.

Do you have any cameras on the premises?

No.

I don't allow cameras in the kitchen.

EDWARDS: Any other staff we can talk to?

- (SCREAMS)
- (GASPS) Oh, gosh.

MALCOLM: What happened?

Where's Jordan?

I can tell them if you want.

We were attacked last night.

He saved my life.

Jordan died a hero.

Look, I'll get the book.

- We'll cancel tonight's service.
- No, no.

We keep, we keep service.

- Absolutely.
- Do you smell that?

That smells incredible.
What do you think it is?

I don't know, but it's making me

regret skipping breakfast this morning.

You didn't want to try those muffins

I left on the kitchen table?

They have Spirulina in them.

- That's why they're so blue.
- VEEV: We may lose

- the prep kitchen for the night.
- At least.

We still have
to process things down here.

Probably best if you don't touch that.

Okay, so no prep kitchen.

We'll work around it.

Can you see
if your medic is still around?

I'm gonna need a sling for my arm.

Yeah.

We'll keep the menu slim tonight.

No specials, no pork shoulder.

But we open on time, okay?

Jordan would have wanted it that way.

Understood?

ALL: Yes, Chef.

ELSBETH: Wow. She is tough.

Yeah, she needs to be.

- Kitchens are rough places.
- Mm-hmm.

- Is it chicken?
- Mm, I want to say bacon.

Hmm.

- (WINCES)
- Thank you.

Have you ever seen a near-homicide

get up at the crime scene
and go right back to work?

Actually, I have.

Adrenaline's a hell of a drug.

I try to avoid high-octane situations.

Bad for my knees.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (CLICKS TONGUE)

ELSBETH: What are those stains?

Do you see them? On her pants?

Could be from the kitchen.

Hmm. Why? What are you thinking?

- Venison? No, that's not it.
- Mm-mm.

(TIMER BEEPING)

(SUSTAINED BEEP)

Oh! It's coming from in here.

VEEV: Hey! (GASPS)

Get your hands away from that!

I handle the duck.

- Duck. That's what it is.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

Let's get these interviews over with.

I'll give you one hour.

- Understood?
- ALL: Yes, Chef.

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I put the duck in the oven
for Chef Veev around midnight,

and then we all left.

I wish I'd been there.

I could have barred the door.

It was a horrible night.

The worst.

And then Jordan gets killed?

What was so bad about last night?

MALCOLM: It was a mess.

There was some confusion at the door.

People were yelling at Sam.

And then all of our VIPs walked.

There was a rare slip
at the door last night.

Some angry customers.

Did anyone threaten you?

Well, some people threatened to sue me.

People say all sorts of things
when they're hungry.

Was Chef Veev upset about the mix-up?

SAM: Not overly
upset, no, no.

Service continued as normal.

Nothing really rattles Chef Veev.

You should see her in action.

Oh, gosh, I'd love to.

I can't get the smell
of that duck out of my mind.

Yeah, if you can get a table.

Did Jordon or Chef Veev
have any enemies?

Only anyone she's ever met.

Chef Veev doesn't do well
with most people.

Chef Veev is much better
than she used to be.

I've worked for her for nearly 20 years,

and I'm telling you,
she is a changed person.

Changed how?

SAM: Well, she went through
a course of anger management therapy.

She was smart to do it.

Times change,
chefs can't behave as they used to.

VEEV: It was around 1:00 a.m.

The staff had all gone home,
except for Jordan.

He stays overnight twice a week
to accept early deliveries.

I was closing up the office

when I heard banging at the back door.

I figured it was an early delivery,
so I opened it.

And that's when I was ambushed.

By how many people?

(EXHALES) Two men.

I couldn't see their faces,
they were wearing masks I think.

They threw me down the stairs
and-and beat me with something.

A crowbar, maybe.

Jordan came in and they fought.

And I blacked out until you showed up.

(SNIFFLES) I hope they didn't...

I just hope it was fast.

EDWARDS: The medical examiner

put time of death
around 1:30 in the morning.

He didn't suffer long.

Jordan saved my life.

Poor kid. Oh.

He had so much potential.

I saw real growth in his cooking
these past two years.

He worked for you for two years

and he was still on the overnight shift?

Kitchen work is hard.
Moving up is never guaranteed.

- Still, two years is a long time.
- Mm-hmm.

You must've been close.

Are you sure you want to open
the restaurant tonight?

(SNIFFLES)

I don't have a choice.

Do you think it's easy

running the best restaurant
in Manhattan?

The margins are razor thin.

Missing one night means
I lose my profit for the month.

I work seven days a week,
no matter how I'm feeling.

Tired? Too bad.

My back aches? Suck it up.

Do you know of anyone who wanted
to hurt either you or Jordan?

I...

Oh, man.

It's my fault.

I just didn't like the taste.

The "avocado cartels."

It had to be them.
They came by a few months ago

trying to force me
to buy only from them.

I said no.

"Avocado cartels"?

WAGNER:
They call it "green gold."

The drug cartels
are pushing produce now,

and avocados are big business.

Have you noticed how much it costs

for a side of guacamole these days?

ELSBETH: I have!

I've changed my salsa-to-guac ratio.

I only eat avocado smashed on toast.

So we're talking
standard O.C. shakedown?

Exactly. Organized Crime.

I would have gotten that
eventually, but thank you.

They go from restaurant to restaurant

forcing people to use
their product, or else.

These avocado boys don't play nice.

Ooh, I bet they're worse
when they're smashed.

(ELSBETH LAUGHS)

I'm sorry.

WAGNER: This is no laughing matter,
Ms. Tascioni.

Eight chefs have been assaulted
by these guys.

One so bad that he can
barely walk, let alone cook.

EDWARDS: Sounds like
the same M.O. as our killer.

The autopsy showed whoever
strangled Jordan was strong.

I think we're looking at big,
muscly men.

Or a very strong female.

WAGNER: The cartels don't hire women.

I was thinking about Chef Veev.

You mean her?

Uh, yep.

Oh, geez.

I normally love your left-field hunches,

- but, Elsbeth, this is a victim.
- EDWARDS: Yeah.

Don't be a victim blamer.

I would love to be wrong,

I just have a very strong
feeling about her.

Well, how would she
inflict injuries on herself?

There were no weapons
found at the scene.

The kitchen was full
of dangerous implements.

All she had to do
was just throw one away,

or... err... wash it.

But Chef Veev is so tiny.

You know what they say.

Dynamite sometimes comes
in small packages.

Sorry.

If you're feeling brave, Detective,

I hear some of the guys over at OCTF

were talking about an "Avocado Don."

But I'm not sure where
he's operating from.

That's Organized Crime Task Force.

Yeah, that one would've taken longer.

But, Detective, you need to be careful.

(CHUCKLES) I'm not afraid
of some guy pushing fruit.

Is it fruit or is it a vegetable?

It has a pit.

Ooh, does that count as a seed?

Peaches have pits.

I have sources on the dark web.

I'm gonna find him, Captain.

That's the spirit.

Four dollars. For a side of guacamole.

Yeah, highway robbery.

- Sometimes it's eight.
- Off you go.

I want... Okay. Got it.

- (BUSY SIGNAL)
- (GROANS) Oh, hey.

You sure you don't want
to come with me tonight?

Oh, I can't.

Exams are coming up, I have to study.

Oh, okay. I'll bring
something home to you.

Okay.

Excuse me.

SAM: Restaurant Vive,
how may I help you?

Yes, hi, hello.

Oh, I would love a reservation
for one for tonight

under Elsbeth Tascioni.

Tascioni. Um...

Have you dined with us before?

ELSBETH: No.

Tascioni. That's the lady
with the police.

Never. Ever.

Hello. I'm afraid we're fully booked.

Completely booked? For how long?

For the foreseeable future.

Uh...

Tomorrow night, my house.
Everyone's welcome.

Welcome for what?

Oh, just a small gathering
for the detectives.

Ooh, like a party?

Not a party. A poker game.

It's probably not your kind of thing.

I love poker. I am good at it.

Expressive people have confusing tells.

- I'd love to come.
- (GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS) So, what's the occasion?

Oh, you know, uh, camaraderie,
playful competition.

- Ooh.
- The mood is off around here.

Look at Lieutenant Connor's
sign-up sheet.

He's had to add a page.

Detectives are lining up
just to tell him

all the things they don't like about me.

Oh, I doubt that.

He probably has a spreadsheet going,

listing all my flaws alphabetically.

Detective Smullen met with him.

But apparently Smullen is "too busy"
for poker with the boss.

Can you believe that? And I'm a fun guy.

I think so. Your smile is infectious.

EDWARDS: I found him.

- Thank you, dark web!
- (CHEERING)

Come look at this.

The mood seems pretty good to me.

(GRUMBLES)

(CLEARS THROAT) Excuse me.

Uh, do you have any, you know, avocados?

No? Cool. Cool.

Great.

Oh, my God, my heart is
beating out of my chest.

I love this undercover work.

I'm going to ask you again
not to announce our presence.

It's kind of the whole point
of the mission.

Right, right. Keeping a low profile.

Ooh, kumquats.

EDWARDS: I just got word Avocado Don

is working out of the last stall
on the north end.

I texted backup to meet me there.

- I'm going in.
- Okay. Oh, wait.

What should I do?

Find a quiet corner, count to a hundred.

Or a thousand.

Ow. Wow.

- Oh...
- (YELPS)

Excuse me.

PEREZ: You're both NYPD?

Almost. She's with me.
What's this all about?

Special Agent Perez, FBI.
Fruit Task Force.

So it is a fruit. The pit's a seed.

I wish more people were like you.

You nearly blew our cover.

We've had the "Avocado Don"
under surveillance for months.

- Operation Green Gold.
- What's your case?

He's wanted for questioning
in a homicide last night

at Restaurant Vive in the West Village.

Last night?

The Don's not your guy.

His whole crew is under our watch

and they were working Harlem last night.

Nowhere near Vive.

So if it wasn't the avocado cartel,

then someone was trying
to make it look like it was.

(POSH ACCENT): Hello, I'd like
a table for one, please.

It's Emma von...

Pettigrew,
of the Rhode Island Pettigrews.

Okay.

Well, um, what about the counter?

(GROANS)

It's hard not to take it personally.

Don't. Places like Vive only let you in

if you're a CEO or a supermodel.

VEEV: Nadine. Hello, gorgeous.

- You look stunning, as always.
- Oh.

- (LAUGHS)
- Darling.

I brought a friend.

Hello again. I came hungry.

So, how do you two know each other?

Oh, she thought I'd killed someone.

- Yes, can you imagine?
- (ELSBETH LAUGHS)

But then Elsbeth outsmarted everyone

and found the real killer. Such talent.

I believe strongly in surrounding myself

with talented people.

Oh, thank you. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, by the way,

you were right about those avocado guys.

They are dangerous.

So dangerous that the FBI is...

watching them.

So we know for sure

they weren't responsible
for Jordan's murder.

Really? That's good to know.

ELSBETH: Isn't it?

Oh, and how's your staff holding up?

I mean, they must be so scared

knowing whoever did this
is still out there.

(GROWLING): So strong and full of rage.

Do you think it
could've been a rival chef?

Another model once tripped me
backstage at Versace.

Not naming names.

Ask me in the car.

- Wow. People can be so competitive.
- Mm.

I mean, aren't chefs known
for their bad tempers?

VEVE: Male chefs.

Women can't get away
with that type of behavior.

Unlike models. Excuse me.

She has a big presence
for such a small person.

So, um, how long have you
and Chef Veev known each other?

Oh, since I was a young model in Paris,

when she was
training at Chalet de Boeuf.

Chalet de Boeuf? I-I've never
even heard of that.

MALCOLM: Oh, that place was legendary.

The chef was a total psycho, though.

I heard Chef Veev burned a soufflé once

and he beat her with a frozen swordfish.

(GASPS) I hope it wasn't
with the pointy end.

And I thought designers were sadists.

(SIGHS) The first dish

on tonight's tasting menu.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

Mm, that is unreal.

Mm-hmm.

It just, it's so rich.

You know, have the rest of mine.

I thought you could
eat whatever you want

now that you retired from the runway.

Oh, yes, that was fun,

but then I gained a pound.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Ugh. It's like this everywhere now.

You think you're at an exclusive place,

then you find it crawling
with riff-raff.

I'm surprised Sam let's them in here.

They buy their seats online

with black market apps.

They pay hundreds of dollars for tables.

You don't have to be rich
and famous anymore, just rich.

It's undemocratic.

But who sells them?

Oh, anyone with access
to reservations, I suppose.

Nobody touches the book but me.

I take all the calls
and make all the reservations.

For those lucky enough to get one.

I'm a curator of people, you could say.

No offense.

None taken.

So, the names with the stars
beside them are VIPs.

Mm-hmm.

The handwriting is different here.

Did you write that?

Well, I don't remember
everything I write.

But the book stays here overnight,
right?

So, if a staff member
was alone in the restaurant,

say, a few nights a week,
they could access it?

Well, yes, it's possible, but what for?

Well, a lot of New Yorkers
would do anything to eat here.

And Chef Veev, boy,
she is worth the hype.

I mean, I never knew you could do that

with a scallop.

- Yes, symphonic.
- Mmm.

Okay, so,

on the night of the murder...

Ooh, that's a lot of stars.

Was that someone famous?

Mr. Montebello is
a prominent businessman,

but he didn't stay.

Oh, because of
the confusion at the door.

What do you think caused that?

(FOOD SIZZLING)

Well, I, um,

couldn't possibly say,

but, uh, do let me know

if you need any more help
finding the restroom.

- Okay.
- Don't forget your purse.

Thank you. Goodbye.

- WAITER: Here you are.
- (CHUCKLES)

Mmm. This flower petal is so rich.

Mm. Oh, hi. Hi.

I just have one more question.

I doubt that.

I was thinking about the mix-ups

at the door the other night,

and it had me wondering,

maybe Jordan was selling reservations.

(EXHALES) Look, Ms. Tascioni,

I hate to speak ill of the dead,

but if Jordan was up to no good,

that could mean that
he's the reason that I was attacked,

and I don't want to think that.

- Whenever you both are ready.
- Oh, thank you.

Wow, that's a big bill
for such tiny food.

I'm so happy I could help you
with your assignment.

I believe strongly in helping friends.

I'd offer to pay,
but I couldn't fit my wallet.

You had a five-course meal
and you're still hungry?

Five very small courses.

Gourmet dollhouse food.

Quality over quantity.

Quantity is underrated.

She's a Chicago girl,
she likes her food by the foot.

- (CHUCKLES)
- EDWARDS: Oh, God.

I hate to say this in front of everyone,

but Elsbeth was right.

Jordan was definitely selling
reservations at Vive.

He had an account on an app
called Inside Table.

Inside Table? What's that?

People auction off hard-to-get
restaurant reservations online.

Our victim was making over

five grand a month
selling tables at Vive.

Don't say it, Buzz.

If it's not sex, it's money.

Have you ever heard of a VIP
named Montebello?

He's a businessman,
but I'm not sure what business.

Hospitality.

He just took over
the Pomm Hotels International.

Claudia and I have met him
at a few events. He's a big deal.

The tech guy says they
found a second user

on Jordan's Inside Table app. A woman.

Could be sex.

He was saving up money
to start a food truck.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sure he was a wonderful boyfriend.

He was okay.

What kind of food truck was it gonna be?

Artisanal baloney sandwiches.

He was gonna call it
"Gourmet Canned Ham."

Oh, that sounds fun.

How long was Jordan
selling reservations at Vive?

MADDIE: About six months.

He had a system.

You know, write in a few reservations

under generic names,

sell them to the highest bidder.

Sam never noticed.
He's drunk half the time.

So, why was the night
of the murder such a mess?

Jordan had double-booked that night.

You mean, he sold real reservations

that other people already booked?

Why would he do that?

He must have known he'd get caught.

Jordan was ready to leave.

That place was toxic.

Chef Veev's a screamer.

Jordan always said
if he got her on video,

it would make Gordon Ramsay
look like Ted Lasso.

The reservation scam is
definitely at the heart of it.

Jordan probably pissed
off the wrong person.

- You know what I think?
- Yes, I do.

You act like I haven't considered her.

Here's what I think:

Chef Veev is a high-profile
female assault victim.

Targeting her with no solid evidence
is career suicide.

But circumstantial evidence is evidence.

Behavior matters.

You saw, she got up
and went right back to work,

- like nothing happened.
- This is America.

Women go to work after a C-section.

Give me a motive.

Okay, she was so mad
about the reservations

that her temper got the better of her.

But why kill him?

Why not throw a frying pan,
fire the guy,

and get on with your life?

I don't know why... yet.

Now that I know you better,

I realize the worst way to stop you
is to actually say the word "stop."

So, go ahead, follow your nose.

Knock yourself out.

I'll be here, doing a deep dive
into Jordan's Inside Table buyers.

I still don't feel like stopping.

So, what can Pomm Hotel shareholders
expect this year?

Two big changes.

First, better food.

We're planning
a new chain of restaurants

to put in all of our
major city locations worldwide.

Are we talking high end?

The highest.

I've been meeting with some
of the country's hottest chefs

to find the right partner,

which means I've been having
the best food of my life.

We'll announce the decision soon.

That sounds good.
And what's the second change?

New pillows.

- You'd be...
- (TV CLICKS OFF)

This is it.

Montebello's missed reservation

meant a huge missed opportunity
for Chef Veev.

So,

we know she's a recovering rageaholic.

And we know

Jordan messed up her big night,

so, put those together and... (GROWLS)

Well, I definitely think
you're onto something,

but it just feels
like a piece is missing.

Jordan's girlfriend said
f he ever got her on video,

Chef Veev would be in big trouble.

- Maybe there's more to that?
- (P.A. CHIMES)

MAN: Officers needed
at the front entrance.

- Gotta run.
- Okay.

See you later, roomie.

Are you and Officer Blanke
living together?

What? Uh, no, no.

I mean, uh, not exactly. (CHUCKLES)

She's just staying with me

while she renovates her house.

So you're doing her a favor?

I wonder what the DOJ would think

about a person employed
as an outside observer

exchanging favors with an NYPD officer.

I know all the fine print
of the consent decree.

My arrangement with Officer Blanke

is perfectly legal. She's paying rent.
It's not a favor.

And I assume you've
calculated the market value

for an equally sized space
in a comparable neighborhood?

Down to the dollar.

(TIRES SCREECH)

DRIVER: Ms. Tascioni? Get in.

(GASPS)

TruRose. Wow.

Uh, okay.

Um, I was not expecting
to see you in here.

I need to talk to you.

I think you know why.

Is this about your divorce
from Mark Van Ness?

Yes.

My soon-to-be ex-husband

is a dangerous man.

But you worked on his first
divorce, so you know that.

You and I shared a client once.

Mark Van Ness. Remember him?

Mark's first wife told you

terrible things about him.

But you didn't believe her.

You ruined her life.

- Now he's ruining mine.
- Hang on, now.

Last I heard, Amber Van Ness
was happily single.

You've been out of Chicago too long.

Mark owns a basketball team
with rabid fans.

He told them to tear her apart
online after their divorce.

She had a nervous breakdown.

That's terrible,

but I can't control that.

Mark has to be stopped.

Do you honestly think
I would have married him

if I knew what you knew?

I signed a prenup under false pretenses.

So I need your help.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not available.

And I represented your ex.

(SCOFFS)

You could find a way to help me,

if you actually wanted to,

but I guess you are as bad
as the rest of them.

It was nice meeting you.

Love the bags.

Ooh.

Is this a rutabaga?

I never know what to do with these.

(CLEARS THROAT) Elsbeth, right?

Are you following me?

Not exactly.

Actually, I, uh,

I came to apologize.

For what?

For treating you like a suspect

when you're clearly a survivor.

I realize that you spent your career...

In male-dominated spaces, so did I.

I'm a lawyer. Or I was one in Chicago.

And, God, some of the male lawyers...

They made my life hell. (CHUCKLES)

So, I can only imagine what female chefs

like you have had to endure.

And then, to have someone like me

not believe your story

when you...

Well, you have the injuries to prove it.

You see these?

I started getting tattoos

to hide my scars.

Burns from boiling water, hot oil.

Some are from kitchen accidents, but...

some are from my mentors.

You mean like the chef
from Chalet de Boeuf?

Uh...

Francois DeLuc.

Uh... (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, but he's not the worst.

And you want to know something?

Even though I swore to myself

that I'd do everything differently,
the old guys were right.

It is hard to be the boss.

It's my name on the menu,

and every little kid
with an apron and an attitude

thinks it could be theirs.

(GROWLS) Must be incredibly frustrating.

I've put up with worse.

Oh, by the way, uh, what's the status

of the Pomm Hotel partner search?

I mean, I assume you-you
were in the running,

since Mr. Montebello
was coming to eat at Vive,

but then he missed his reservation,
all because of Jordan,

who the police know intentionally
messed up the reservations that night

and who turned up dead hours later.

Thank you for your concern,

but my chances with Montebello
have not been ruined.

He's coming back.

Oh, that's great news.

(GASPS) Ooh, wait,
what're you gonna make him?

(SIGHS) A cassoulet.

A casserole?

A cassoulet

with duck and smoked sausage.

Oh... that sounds amazing.

I would love to learn how to make that.

No, I smelled your roast duck.

I'm desperate to try it.

Yeah, well, I don't give lessons.

But if you want to learn
how to cook like me,

buy my Maestro Class.

When it comes to cooking,

there are two elements
every chef must master:

technique and timing.

We'll start with the basics,

then carry these skills
all the way through

to my most challenging dish,

duck con fit cassoulet.

I hope you're hungry.

Are you talking to me or her?

(GONZO WHINES) VEEV: I'm gonna
walk you through my shortcut version

for home chefs,
but this is still a challenging dish,

and if you bought a whole duck,

you're gonna have
to break down the bird.

Get your knife and use
smooth slicing motions.

Now, you want to flip
the duck over and pull.

Get aggressive if you have to.

Pop that bone out of its socket.

Now this is where it gets complicated,
so pay attention.

- (SMOKE DETECTOR BEEPING)
- (SCREAMS)

- (GONZO BARKING)
- If it's not right the first time,

remember, failure
is part of the process.

Perfection takes practice.

And I've had a lot of practice.

Uh...

- (GONZO CONTINUES BARKING)
- (SMOKE DETECTOR BEEPING)

(GONZO GROWLING)

For the crispiest duck,
follow my recipe exactly.

Not closely. Exactly.

Confit de canard takes patience

and perfect timing.

(LAUGHS) Allez! On y va.

Yes, I love you so much.

Is that my thyme?

Uh, about 11:00, I think.

No, my... (SCOFFS) thyme.

I was gonna make an
her bed focaccia tomorrow.

Yum.

But you used it all.

Oh, right, I did. I'm sorry.

But I have good news.

I finally found the right recipe
for Chef Veev's duck.

It smells exactly the same.

(SCOFFS)

You could've asked.

I was gonna replace it.

But you're right,
I should've asked first.

How's that studying going?

Honestly, not great.
I'm kind of distracted.

Lot of sounds coming from the kitchen.
And smells, too.

All my clothes smell like duck fat.

You know what I think?

I think you're stressed
about your exams.

Maybe you need a study buddy.
Why don't we make flashcards?

What I need is some
peace and quiet so I can study.

(FRENCH MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm sorry.

You know I grew up
with a lot of siblings, so...

I really like not having to share now.

I hear you, and that makes total sense.

(SIGHS) Thank you. So, good night.

Good night, roomie.

I'm happy you're here.

And why'd you go and tell
Lieutenant Connor

- we were living together?
- I didn't mean to.

Oh, he just makes me so nervous.

How am I ever gonna get promoted
if I'm on the lieutenant's hit list?

You're not breaking any rules
by being here.

I would never put your job at risk.

I should've just stayed
with my sister on Staten Island.

The ferry isn't that bad.
Maybe this was a mistake.

Oh, no, don't say that.

Everything's fine.

It's perfectly normal to get
on each other's nerves.

- Whoa. What?
- (TIMER BEEPING)

- (MUSIC STOPS)
- What is... that sound?

- (TIMER BEEPING)
- That's my phone timer. Oh, no!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Ah.

Oh... shoot.

It's stuck to the pan. I missed a step.

Wait a minute.

The duck. (GASPS)

The duck! (LAUGHS)

Traditional duck con fit cassoulet.

I hope it was worth the wait.

Mmm.

This duck is perfection.

You didn't miss a step.

I think we can build
something magnificent together, Chef.

I have so much more
I want to make for you.

She finally gets to escape
from the kitchen.

The future's bright for us all.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Genevieve Hale.

Are you familiar
with the reservation app Inside Table?

What's this about?

Our forensic tech team discovered

that an Inside Table user
connected to your email address

purchased a reservation at 1:05 A.M.

the night of the murder.

Right before Jordan was killed.

So tell me, why would you
buy a reservation

for your own restaurant?

That's not against the law.

No, but murder is.

You bought a reservation
from Jordan's account

to catch him in the act.

You found out he was
selling reservations at Vive,

and not only ruined your night,

he ruined your chances
for a huge hotel deal.

I'm calling my lawyer,

and you're all gonna
apologize to me publicly.

This is a mistake.

An-an overstep
by an incompetent police department.

Believe me.
I was attacked, too, remember?

You saw my face.

- So who did that?
- You did.

With what? My own fist?

(WINCES) That's the one piece
we don't have.

Then you don't have anything.

No, actually we do.

We have what's most important to you,

your cooking.

You told the police that you blacked out

right after the attack,
after which, Jordan was killed.

You were unconscious
until the police arrived

on the scene at dawn, right?

Yes. We've been through this.

I mean, I was there when you woke up,

which is also when the timer went off

for the duck that had been
cooking all night.

But you forgot something.

You see, after you strangled Jordan,

and after you beat yourself
with a kitchen tool...

thanks to a pain tolerance

that can only be described
as medieval...

you laid down

and waited to be found.

But... (GASPS) you forgot
about the duck,

which your sous chef Malcolm
had put in the oven

just an hour and a half earlier.

You see, there are
a lot of different ways

to make duck con fit,
but there is only one way

that you make it here at Vive,

Francois DeLuc's way.

Malcolm confirmed it.

So, if you were unconscious,

who turned the duck
at the 90 minute mark?

You did.

You dragged yourself across
the floor to do it,

which is how you got the bleach stains

on the front of your pants,
from the kitchen floor Jordan mopped.

EDWARDS: Genevieve Hale,

you're under arrest for the
murder of Jordan Humphries.

Oh, and do you want to tell me
about the video you deleted

from his phone at 1:08 a.m.?

You left your prints on his screen.

Better yet, save it for the trial.

A perfectionist to the end.

You couldn't bear to ruin the recipe.

It was my best dish.

It would taste just as good
if you were nice to people.

(SCOFFS)

Do you think she made more of that?

(LAUGHTER)

Is anybody gonna eat the duck tacos?

They're good with guacamole.

Conflict-free guacamole.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

WAGNER: Hey.

Hey!

Glad you could make it.
Hey, push down, everybody.

- Make room.
- Okay.

Yeah, we can deal her in
on the next hand.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

I heard you throw a great party.

You heard right.
Somebody pass her a beer.

- (CHUCKLES)
- KAYA: Ooh.

I needed a break from studying.

DONNELLY: Are you
hungry? Elsbeth made tacos.

Duck tacos.

Mmm. I'll pass.

(LAUGHTER)

All right, Elsbeth, it's to you.

Oh, um...

Okay...

(CHUCKLES)

Fold.

Wh...

Mm...

Look at that face.
I think she's bluffing.

- I'm all in.
- ELSBETH: Oh, gosh,

is it that obvious?

(SIGHS)

Hmm?

(ELSBETH GASPS)

(SIGHS)

I win again.

- WAGNER: How many times is that?
- (LAUGHTER)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

- How much is this?
- A lot.