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Okay, okay. I saw your texts. We'll sort it out. No worries.

Where's the fridge temperature form again? It's not in its place.

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What's their problem with us anyway? Huh?

Is it because we opened recently?

Where are you, Sina? The man insists on seeing you.

It was on the table. I'm sure. I know it. I'm sure where it is.

Anyway, I'll take a look when I get there. Don't worry.

Hurry up. The prep isn't finished yet. The kitchen will be busy tonight.

Okay. I'm here now, Melis. No worries. I'm at the door. Bye-bye.

Yes.

Do you know what happened?

I do.

I'm heading to you from home.

Okay, fine.

Bye-bye.

- What's up, Nadya? - Hello.

Hello. Are you ready? It's going to be another busy night.

Of course. As always.

Great.

- Chef, welcome. - Hello.

- Certainly not. No date. - It was opened recently.

- Espresso? - Sure.

You just opened it, but there is no date on it.

- Enjoy. - How long has he been here?

It's been 15, 20 minutes. He's giving us a hard time.

Please cover those open glasses.

- Sure. - Turn the other glasses over.

Hello, Chef.

- Our chef Sina is here. Chef Sina. - Hello. Welcome.

- He's here? Good. - Uh-huh.

- Welcome, Mr. Sina. - Sina Bora.

You are right on time.

- The fridge-- - The fridge temperature--

Chef Melis will assist you. I will be back right after I get changed.

- Let us continue until the chef returns. - Sure.

- This is usually our main cold station. - Yes. All good?

Thanks.

- Your name? - Berno Tashkenova.

Berno? Where are you from, Berno?

- Uzbekistan. - Uzbekistan? Nice.

- But this sieve has a hole in it. - Um…

That-- We will get rid of that now. Sorry.

This will not do.

You cannot work like this.

- You cannot use this sieve. - I'm sorry. Okay.

Cihan!

- Coming, Chef. Corner. - Hello.

This is Chef Çekdar, our grill cook.

Chef, hi there.

This way. Come through.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

If you could put down the knife.

- Berno… - Check those squeeze bottles.

- What's written on them? - Check these refrigerators.

- Take a look. Hurry. - I will label all of them.

Borderline.

This is good.

Okay.

Um, this tile is broken.

What if you tripped?

Yes, it pops out sometimes.

Though no one has tripped until now…

Get it fixed immediately. God forbid, you're handling knives here…

You are very right. I will notify my manager as soon as he gets here.

I don't get this at all.

What's with the beard scratching?

Hands are always sanitized here. This way, please.

- Good evening. Hello. - Hello. Thanks.

Is it just you again?

Yes, Chef Melis. It's just me. Just me.

- This is the dishwashing station. - Pfft!

- Hello. Good evening. - This is our main kitchen.

Chef Melis!

Um. They are here from the ministry for an inspection.

Um, this is Chef Çiğdem, our pastry cook.

- Yes, you had a place in Arnavutköy. - You-- Milky Dreams.

Milky Dreams and their delicious profiteroles.

- Oh, I recall. Yes. How have you been? - Yes. Thank you.

Please let me introduce you to Halil, my talented commis.

Halil, turn that off for me.

- Hurry, hurry, hurry. - Sure thing, Chef.

- Yes. - My talented commis.

If you like my desserts, you will adore Halil's desserts.

- You must come to try them. - Chef Melis. Can you come?

- Excuse me. - Please.

One thing, Halil. Roll up your sleeves, or you'll get cream all over you.

Sure. We'll sort that out.

It's time you rolled up those sleeves. Come on.

- I'm going to deal with it. - Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

- I have to check on the front of house. - How long will this take?

It will take as long as it has to, because you have quite a few issues here.

I need to open the doors.

Another inspector was here recently. That's why I ask.

He must have been from the municipality. We are from the ministry.

Fine.

Things look good here.

It was nice to see you, Chef. Have a good evening.

- See you around. - Take it easy, Halil.

Thank you.

This way, Mr. Sina.

- Let us talk out there, though. - Is there a problem?

- Also remove that glass from the kitchen. - Sure. This way, please.

You guys take it easy. Good evening.

Thank you. Good evening.

- Good evening. Take it easy. - Good evening. Good evening.

Pfft!

Come on, you need to get faster. Whose are these? Take them from here.

I don't want them on my counter.

Cihan, I want tasting spoons here and for Çekdar.

- Serhat, it turned blue. That is fine. - Okay, bro.

- Behind. - Yes.

Take these from the back. Go.

Yes, Chef.

Mr. Sina.

As far as I understand, you are a partner here.

So, I will not wait for the manager to arrive and cut to the chase.

Let us see what we have here.

A detached refrigerator door gasket.

Broken tiles.

A damaged sieve.

Products without unpacking dates.

Excuse me, this… What about this sieve?

The Uzbek lady. What was her name?

- Berno. - Yes, her.

I gave her a verbal warning, but it must also be reported.

After all, this is an important health issue.

Now, let us take a look at these forms.

Your team can also replace this.

Yes. Refrigerator temperature and oil change forms.

These forms are often forgotten in new establishments,

but the laws are clear.

Mr. Sina, you haven't completed forms for the last two weeks.

We have been so busy.

Busy?

Business must be good.

Take this.

I'm sure you realize that these are major red flags that cannot be neglected.

This could go as far as a closure, Mr. Sina.

- Yes. - It will not be good for you.

Rest assured. I mean, I will sort it out. As you said, these are minor issues.

So, this is what will happen.

I will let you off with a fine this time.

I will be back in two to three weeks.

If I see the same problems on my return, it will not be good for Umami.

So, take my advice and sort it out immediately.

- I have a question, if I may? - Please.

Was this extra zero added by mistake?

There is a discount if you pay early.

Good evening to you all.

- Good evening. - Thanks, back at you.

- Okay? Look at this… - Stop asking the same things.

- One minute. Hold on. One sec. - I have seafood. I'm looking for steak.

Listen. I will tell you after checking my operation. Okay?

One sec. Don't rush me.

We have all the seafood. We don't have red meat.

Berno, why didn't you check the sieves?

Huh? Is it that hard?

- Chef-- - All you need to do is check.

There is nothing to it. What you need to do is so simple.

I'm sorry, but I--

But what? What? What is it?

- Talk to me, speak up. - Um. Si-Sina. Okay.

- What's okay? No, no. - It's her first week.

- It's on me. - Hold on. Melis, Melis.

- Listen to me. This girl… - I take responsibility.

Wait. Wasn't she doing an amazing job in Uzbekistan?

Am I wrong? Isn't that why we hired her?

You had to goof up here? Huh?

Is this your first time in the kitchen? I'm asking you a question.

What is this mess, Cihan? Is this how you start prepping?

Chef, this is normally Cem's station. He's not here, so I--

Oh, you left it a fucking mess because it's Cem's station. Is that so?

Everybody, listen to me carefully.

You're responsible for your stations, okay?

I'm trying to do something here. You need to help me out.

- Okay? - Yes.

If you're not willing to work, you can fuck off.

There are a ton of people out there to replace you.

- Okay. Okay. - Okay? Do you get that?

- Yes! Yes, Chef! - Do you get that?

- Yes, Chef! - Yes, Chef!

Come on, liven up. Come on.

Okay.

Can we go over this menu one more time?

We have salmon, um, sea bass, but no strip steak.

I will call the supplier.

Come on, Chef. Do you know what time it is for God's sake?

No steak, fine. That is no problem.

Um, we have octopus, we have duck.

Lamb chops, lamb chops--

- No. - What? What?

- We don't. - How many servings? None?

One or two servings at most, Chef.

I have a question.

Do you have a problem, Chef Çekdar? Is there something you want to say?

You forgot to place the orders, Chef.

No worries.

- I forgot. I forgot. Yes, I forgot. - No problem.

- He's right. I'm sorry. - We will manage.

Really sorry.

- I mean, I have nothing to cook. Fine. - Okay.

- Okay. - Dear God.

Um, so we are fully stocked on seafood and vegetables.

We have a fantastic menu, guys.

- Is that right, kitchen? - Yes, Chef.

- Is that right, kitchen? - Yes, Chef!

Okay.

Our problem now is Kobe.

We only have a few cuts.

Actually, we have none.

No. I used half a pack yesterday.

I know there is some left because I closed it.

- Um, no. We threw it away. - We have some.

You did what?

- Threw it away. - Seriously? You're joking, right?

- Did you really throw it away, Melis? - Sina. Sina.

- Are you mad? - Please. Please.

- Do you know how much one cut costs? - Let me.

- You don't have the heart for it. - Please. Not today, please.

Talk to me!

Um, Sina. The inspector had us throw it away. The inspector!

Piss off. How can an inspector make you throw away meat?

- Why'd you do it? How could you? - Shut up. Please.

You forgot to put a date on the packet.

- The inspector made us throw it away. - What… What did I do?

- Again. What is it this time? - You forgot to write the date, Chef.

- I remember putting one on it. - You did, Chef.

- The inspector checked-- - Why would I forget?

- We opened it-- - I opened it and took a slice.

I remember. It had a date on it.

Or did I not put a date on it?

Right, I forgot to do that.

- No worries. - Um…

Okay. Shit happens. What is done is done.

- You want us to sit and cry? - Sure. It's not a problem.

- Giving him one more thing to moan about. - Why don't you take a break?

I've got this. Come on.

- No way. Are you mad? - Listen to me, Sina.

- I'm joking. It's okay. Nothing is over. - Give me something to do.

Give me other tasks.

Give me the prep list. Let me deal with the suppliers.

- Come on. No big deal. - Okay. Okay.

What? Are you afraid I will do a better job than you?

My num-- I have no idea where you got my number.

Um, I'm sorry, but we are fully booked for tonight.

Oh, sure, I understand.

Um, one more thing. I'd appreciate if you didn't call me on this number again.

Okay, thank you. Okay, thanks.

Sina.

A word?

Kazım.

- Yes, boss. - Take my jacket.

- What's up? - Fine. You?

- Okay. - I bumped into the inspector.

- Is there a problem? Huh? - Well… …there is this.

What is this? What is this?

There is nothing wrong with the food,

but they reported some issues with the kitchen.

Problems with the stations, apparently.

He talked about broken tiles and a sieve with a hole in it.

He hinted at closing us down, but I'm sure he was bluffing.

That is all.

This…

Sina, here I am, struggling to find a way to pay next month's rent,

and you drop this on me?

- I'm sorry, bro. - Is this what you are doing?

I feel worse. Believe me, you have no idea how sorry I am.

So, sincere apologies, but you are paying for this.

- We agreed. - What the hell, man?

- You run the kitchen, I run the service-- - The restaurant was fined.

- It has nothing to do with me. - This is on you.

Yes. Not long before we open. Come on. Come on, guys. We open soon.

Nil, Murat, Kazım, Pelin, Beren, Nadya, come on!

Line up!

Don't let him talk to you like that. He pisses me off.

- He's your partner, not your boss. - Melis, stop winding me up, okay?

- Okay. Okay. - Back off. Okay?

Psst. Did you talk?

About?

My pay raise. Did you talk to him?

Oh. Uh. It's sorted. We will sort it out. I mean, he will.

He will?

- Yes, he'll deal with it, dear. - Sina, listen to me.

They called me twice today from that place.

- I need to tell them something. I must-- - Say no. Say no. Decline.

Hello, Mommy.

- Are you all right? - I'm fine.

- I sent you money. Did you check? - Thankfully.

I'm at the restaurant.

- Yes, I just arrived. - Chef Sina!

- Waiting for you. - I'm coming. Coming.

- Okay. - Call me, okay, dear?

Yes, Mommy. I will call you. Okay, my dear? I need to go.

- Bye-bye. Bye-bye. - Bye.

Full moon. Full moon. The full moon is doing it.

- What? Is something wrong? - It's nothing. Never mind.

Okay, guys. If everyone is here, let us begin.

Kerim. Okay, guys…

Çekdar! Chef.

Um, guys, we will be a bit busier tonight.

There has been a slight slipup with the reservations, but no sweat.

It's nothing we cannot deal with. Service. Guys, be a little quicker.

But one thing is really important. Do not hurry people to finish their food.

Okay? I mean, make it flow. Do you get me?

- Make it flow at the natural pace of life. - Okay, boss. Okay, boss.

You get that, don't you, Kazım? Service flows at the natural pace of life.

Yes. You work hard, and I will make it flow.

- Kazım! Where is Pelin? - Yes, boss? On her way here.

- Stand up. - I told you, didn't I?

- Um… - Huh, serves you right.

Oh! Kitchen. Guys, guys. You have been cursing too much recently.

We put an end to that tonight.

- Fuck that. - Okay. Okay.

Unbelievable.

Enough! Yes.

Kerim, how is the bar looking?

Um, I'm running low on tequila and prosecco.

- So, what will you do? - I don't know.

Sorry, but no margaritas for Chef Çekdar today.

That crossed the line, Chef.

- Fuck you, motherfucker! - No, no.

- From the kitchen. - Bro, stop it. Enough.

- Okay. Then… - Give me a break!

Okay. We will not recommend tequila and prosecco, okay? Okay.

Um. Guys, this is important.

We have a VIP table tonight.

Very important.

The famous chef Rinso!

Who is Rinso?

Renzo? The Renzo who has the TV show?

- Yes. - Did you know Renzo was coming?

- No. How am I supposed to know? - Did you have any idea?

We have another very important table.

- Why doesn't he say anything? - This is just as important.

Attention, please.

- A marriage proposal. - Aw.

- Aw. I agree. - Open the champagne!

Anyway, listen…

Sorry, boss.

It is their special day.

We make sure they have an unforgettable evening.

Pay them close attention at all times, okay?

- Of course, boss. - Okay. Then let us get going.

- Any allergies? - None.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Does the kitchen have anything to say?

Um… Service, please push vegetables and seafood tonight.

Okay. We push vegetables and seafood, okay? Come on!

Cengiz. Cengiz, listen to me. Why didn't you tell me Renzo was coming?

- I told you just now. Yes. - You tell me now.

You should have told me before. I could have prepared.

So what? Prepare like you prepare for any guest. What changes?

Dude, these are special guests. Do you realize that?

I might have prepared something special. We are talking about Renzo here.

- Please… Are you missing something? - Nothing's missing, you know that. Okay?

Well then, we don't have a problem. We'll sort it out.

Okay. Come on. Where… Aha. Come on! Come on.

Okay. Psst, Sina? Smiling faces.

Good communication.

Showtime!

Chef Melis, can I have a word?

Can you come here?

Come on, Berno. Hurry. Service counter, come on.

- Clear these setups. Quick. - Yes, Chef.

- Listen, it's my stomach. - Why? What happened?

I feel like throwing up. It's a burning feeling.

- Oh, hold on a sec. Wait. - The saccharin did it.

- Melis. Let me say-- - Kerim. Kerim.

- Urgent, a lemon seltzer here. Quick. - Yes. Coming right up.

- This can't be cured with a lemon seltzer. - Let me get you medicine.

- What is the matter? - Can you manage without me today?

- What? - Can you run it without me?

- You're kidding-- No. Don't be ridiculous. - Çekdar's here.

- Everything's ready. - No way, Sina.

- Listen, the man… I'll tell him. - No. Come on, dear. Don't leave me alone.

- Honestly… I feel terrible, honey. - We will do this together. Come on.

Come on then.

Where is my knife?

- What? You leave it back here. - Where is my knife?

- Why don't you look here? - Sina, how should I know?

- For God's sake. - Sina.

Okay, cool it. You leave it down there.

Why are you so stressed out?

- Is it Renzo? - We are missing stuff.

There is always something missing, for God's sake.

We will sort it out. Stop worrying.

As if you don't know.

You were like brothers before you opened this place.

I'm sure he is not coming here to criticize us.

Stepbrother.

Makes no difference.

He became a famous chef thanks to you. He knows that.

You never know. He might feature us on TV.

What about it?

Lemon seltzer is ready. I will leave it here, Chef.

What is the matter? What is it, Berno?

Berno? What is it?

What? Wait.

It's nothing, Chef.

Tell me. I'm here. I'm here. Behind.

- Berno. Berno. Berno. Turkish. Turkish. - Hey, hey. Turkish!

You need to speak Turkish. I don't understand you.

Speak Turkish.

Huh? Tell me.

Chef, I'm not used to this.

It's all too fast…

- What is too fast? This place? - Everything is.

Here, there. You speak fast. It's blah-blah-blah all the time.

Sometimes I don't understand.

Okay. I'm sorry. Listen, you are right.

Sometimes I don't understand myself. I can't keep up with my train of thought.

But you must ask for help. For one thing, this won't do. Okay?

Your friend is there, Chef Melis is here.

Ask for help. Don't stay quiet. Okay?

Where is it? You picked the toughest one.

Huh, look. Look.

Is it in? There. See that.

Crack it slowly.

Right? Okay?

All good?

You need to ask for help. See, you asked, and here I am.

- Is that clear? - Okay, Chef.

Clear?

- Yes, Chef. - Good. Keep going.

What are you up to, handsome?

Skinning, Chef.

- Are you any good at it? - I'm very good at it.

I need to clear the air. I was really buzzed when I got here.

It's nothing to do with you, okay? I had other things on my mind.

- All okay, Chef. Cheers. Thanks. - We okay? All okay, right?

- Sure thing. Great. Thanks. - Good.

Melis, I'm at the back. Yes, Mommy.

I need a spear to hunt gazelles.

I'm fine. You?

I'm fine. Really. No problems.

I'm at the restaurant. I told you.

Oh. Sure, you must be tired, right?

- Halil. - Yes, Chef.

- I think she is coming. - I need four more lemons.

- Fetch them from the fridge, will you? - Coming up.

Hurry up a little.

Down there. I changed it to refrigerator mode.

Hi there.

Pelin, where have you been? Mr. Cengiz asked about you dozens of times.

- Hurry up, will you? Quick. - I'm going there now. Okay, take it easy.

- Thanks. - Easy does it.

These dishes?

I'm finished. I really am. I'm beat.

- Take it easy. Take it easy. - You too.

Chef Çekdar, hello.

- Hello, sweetie. - Hello.

- Ooh la la. - Hi there, sweetie.

- Chef Melis, can you take a look? - I'm late, the traffic was bad.

Pelin, where have you been? You are 40 minutes late again.

I'm fine, Mr. Cengiz. I was caught in traffic.

You always have an excuse. I've had enough.

This'll be deducted from your salary. Come on, table seven.

And tie your hair up.

- What about the audition? - Shh.

Excuse me. What audition?

Boss, your coffee is ready.

- Hello. Good evening. Welcome. - Hello.

My name is Pelin. I will be serving you tonight.

- Here are our menus. - Hello.

- Here. - Thank you.

- Sir, here is one for you. - Thank you.

If you want, I can take your drink orders first.

- Yes. Yes. - If you like cocktails,

- I strongly recommend our margarita. - Hmm.

Okay. Um…

Wine. I don't see it on the menu.

- But don't you have some biodynamic wine? - Um. Biodynamic wine--

I was just discussing that with my barman friend there.

It is now included in our menu, but we ran into some delivery problems.

- Can I help in any other way? Yes. - Is that so?

Yes, it's hard to get in Türkiye.

Right. Okay, then… Um.

- We will have a bottle of Kastro. Okay? - Kastro. Sure.

Is that a red?

- From Bozcaada. Yes. - Yes.

Hmm.

- My love. - Red gives me a headache.

Yes, red gives you a headache.

And one bottle of white. Your most expensive, okay?

- Certainly. Please allow me to check. - Here. Let me see.

It's this sauvignon blanc. New Zealand. Greywacke.

- Yes, that one. A bottle of that. Thanks. - Okay, I got that.

Could I have a Coke?

- Coke? - Uh-huh.

Coke? What are you thinking, son?

Look, we ordered all this wine. Expensive wines.

- There you are, asking for a Coke. - Dad!

- What? - He's an athlete. Let him drink one.

That is exactly why he shouldn't drink it.

They say one can contains about 20 sugar cubes worth of sweeteners.

Don't you watch television?

Don't. Please, don't drink that.

- No, no. Wine for all of us. - Okay.

Then I have one Kastro and one sauvignon blanc.

- Yes, thank you. No Coke. - No Coke. Okay.

- Yes. - I will bring your drinks first.

- Thank you. - Okay.

I will take your food orders when you feel ready.

- Enjoy. - Yes. Thank you. Thank you.

Let us sit here. But you might want to sit opposite each other.

Congratulations, hopefully.

- God bless. - Yes, Kerim.

Can I have a bottle of Kastro and a sauvignon?

Forget the Kastro and sauvignon. Meet Mr. Burak.

It's his big day. He is proposing.

- Hello. I'm Pelin. - Hello. I'm Burak.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, too.

- So exciting. - Exciting?

- So exciting. Extremely exciting. - Very exciting.

The ring looks stunning. I wouldn't worry.

Really? You like it?

I really do. I'm not trying to be polite. It's beautiful.

- Thank you. - Who knows, you might be next.

Right.

- Okay, so you got this. - I will be waiting for your call.

- On my signal. Perfect. - Whenever you say so. Exactly.

- Mr. Burak, best of luck. - Thank you so much.

- See you. - Thanks. See you.

- Why did you say that? - Well, it's possible.

I'm not dying to get married.

- How are you, sweetie? - Good. And you?

All good. How did the audition go?

The audition was okay, but some candidates were so good.

I don't know. We will see. I think I charmed them, though.

- I'm hoping for good news. - Is that so?

Let me tell you something. I'm sure they will choose you.

- I hope so. - They will. I'm sure.

- Kerim, honey. - Yes.

Don't delay my orders, either. It's packed today.

I got it. Coming right up.

- Take the sauvignon blanc, too. Here. - Got it.

Psst, psst. When will it be announced?

They said next week, but it's bound to drag on. You know how it is.

- Ten days, I guess. - Yes, it's always the case.

Listen.

Mr. Cengiz was asking about you again.

I said you were on your way, but you know what he's like.

He confronted me. Threatened to deduct it from my wage.

Unbelievable.

Don't sulk, pretty face.

He can do what he wants. If you get the role, it's…

- Bye-bye. - …bye-bye.

What about your studies?

- What? - Forget it.

There is no place for me there.

It's all right. I'm not that bothered. I'll try my chances abroad.

So, you made up your mind?

I kind of had no other choice but yes.

Germany will surely open its doors.

- Really? - Guys, I'm so sorry to interrupt.

Tell me which table these wines go to, Kazım?

Table seven. I'm going now.

The wine has oxidized waiting here. Go, take it quickly.

- You serve table seven. - But that's my--

- It's Pelin's table… - You take care of table 14.

- Smiling faces. Hurry up. - Okay. I'll sort it out.

Quickly. You wasted enough time. Come on.

Sure thing, boss.

Welcome. Our menus.

- I decided to go vegan. - What? Vegan?

Hello, sir. Your wines.

Cabernet sauvignon and sauvignon blanc.

What happened to Pelin? She was serving us. Huh?

- So what, Selim? - Um…

Ms. Pelin is serving another table right now, sir.

I will be serving you tonight. My name is Kazım.

- Hello, Kazım. - Would you like me to serve?

Okay, fine. Go ahead.

What were you saying, dear?

I was saying, why are we stuck with speciesism?

Why eat beef and not dogs? Is it just because they are sweet?

You amaze me, dear.

What do you expect us to do, cook dog meat at home?

- No, Dad. We shouldn't eat meat at all. - What do you mean?

So, how do we feed ourselves, dear? What do we eat?

There is tons of food. We don't need animals.

How come we are so bloodthirsty?

Goodness me. So, are you suggesting we go grazing, dear?

Dad, I'm not suggesting we graze. There are so many sources of protein.

Honestly, I don't understand the new generation.

You wake up as a different person every morning.

Where do you get these ideas? Social media? What the heck?

I've been wanting to go vegan for a while now.

Oh, so it's been a while. This is news to me.

- It's because you don't care about me. - Your name?

- Kazım, sir. - Kazım, are you in some kind of hurry?

- Absolutely not, sir. - Good God.

- I thought you didn't see it. - I did. I did. Don't you worry.

I'm sorry.

- Is it any good? - It's nice. Yes. Keep it coming.

So? What is this about?

- This is news to me. - It's not a whim.

I've been reading about it for years. I think we all should…

Remember how you boast about being an animal lover.

Tell me what being an animal lover has to do with being a vegan, dear.

I love animals. No doubt about it.

I feed stray cats and dogs, but I don't get where this is coming from.

- Their only difference from sheep-- - Sorry, who wanted white wine?

- For me. - White wine for the lady, yes.

I swear… Honestly.

- Dad, stop interfering. Let her try. - Is their--

- Sure, she can try, Son. - Would you like me to serve,

- or would you like to taste? - Please serve.

Can you give that to me, Kazım? Okay, please. It's fine, thanks.

Bring a bucket of ice. That is all. We don't need anything else. Thanks.

- Of course, sir. - Okay. Go on. Thanks. Go.

- I'm around if you need anything else. - Thank you.

Okay. Thanks a lot. Thanks so much.

- Enjoy. - Thank you.

Why are you so irritable?

I'm not stressed. No! I cannot say anything to you. Give me a break.

- Let's sit there. - Pick up.

Yes, these are good.

It'd look nicer if there were no chives on the paper.

No chives on the side. Okay, okay.

- Sina, listen. - Huh?

Huh?

Is it okay if I take an extra day off at the end of the Bairam?

Why?

Consider it a special someone issue.

Wow!

I might consider it if he is handsome.

Well, what are you planning? Will you visit your parents?

I'll go once the Bairam is over.

Cihan, start plating the asparagus.

Coming over, Chef. Don't fret. Behind.

Dad was taken into hospital last night.

What?

What for?

I think it's his heart. He might need a bypass or a stent.

- You are kidding. Is it that serious? - I mean, I think so.

Sina, what are you doing here then? Huh?

Why didn't you tell me when I asked for a day off?

- Why don't you tell me? - There, I did.

I thought Renzo was stressing you out. That is why I pushed you.

- Chef. - It's fine. I'm going tomorrow.

- Chef. - It's no problem, Melis.

- Yes, Berno? - Is this okay?

It's not okay, Berno. It's not.

Have you seen anything like it in your life?

Look. You pack it from here, but not too much.

And don't get annoyed with me, okay? Pack it, but not too much.

- Look, let Chef Melis show you. - Okay.

It's clear you're not listening to me.

I'll sort it out. And then there is this…

Chef. Chef Sina.

Sir.

Sir. Chef. Chef Sina.

Watch me. This is how you call the chef in the front of house.

Watch me now. Ready?

Chef Sina. Excuse me.

This handsome young man has something to tell you.

- Can you spare a moment? - Yes.

Chef Çiğdem needs you.

Something like that.

I'm going to finish this off, Melis. Be right back.

- Roll up those sleeves, Halil. - Yes, Chef.

What the heck is this?

- What is this mess? - Coming through. Move.

- "What is this mess?" - Huh?

Yes, Sina. You're so right.

I've been in the weeds all day, Sina. I doubt you noticed, though.

Wow, you are serious.

Want us to shut shop. What's this mess? Is this how we leave it?

I'm doing two people's work. What can I do?

What? Where's Serkan?

- He didn't show up again. - Huh. He didn't show up. AWOL.

I've been breaking my back all day, and I still get an earful, Sina.

- I'm not telling you off. No, I'm not. - You're telling me off. You are!

Please continue. Would you like a break?

- No, I don't want anything. - Take a rest.

That isn't what I'm saying. I'll get someone to call Serkan now, okay?

- Please, calm down. Chill. I'm sorry. - Call him. Please do that. Call him.

Chef, could you taste the cream for me?

- Who made it? - I did.

How is it?

Hmm.

Its base…

There is a problem. It's slightly tart. I don't know. It might need more sugar.

- Try it out. I'll be back. - Okay, no sweat.

We got this. We will fix it.

What do you think you missed, Halil?

- Take a look. Huh? - Nothing is missing, Chef.

But I think I know what it is.

- Come on. Halil. - Hold on. Let me add a little of this.

There…

Halil. Halil! Roll up those sleeves.

- I've got this. No sweat, Chef. - Look, you're getting cream

- all over your arm. - No, no, Chef.

The inspector also pointed to your sleeves. Are you ignoring me?

- Roll them up. Let me do it, at least. - No, Chef.

- You're like a child-- What are you doing? - No, no. Chef.

- Here, extend your arm. - Chef.

- Don't you dare disobey me. Stop it. - Let me. Chef. I'll do it.

- Let go. This is all you need to do. - Chef. Chef.

- Roll it up… - Chef.

Oh. Your arm…

Hasan, Emir, um, go to the back and work at the counter there.

Come on, don't just stare. Go.

Halil,

you can leave that now.

I don't want to, Chef.

Leave it. Stop.

- I don't want to, Chef. - Halil, leave it.

Halil, leave it. Stop. Stop doing it. Stop.

I said, leave it. Stop.

- Halil. - Chef.

Okay. It's okay.

Oh, dear boy.

Would you like to talk about it?

You want to talk?

What about a hug? Huh?

Not even a hug?

Halil, you have been here for three weeks, and I never noticed this.

- I'm so sorry. - No sweat, Chef.

- It doesn't matter. - My God.

Oh, my sweet boy. My dear.

I'm here for you now, okay? You're not alone. I'm here for you, okay?

- Look at me. It's all right. - I know, Chef.

It's done and forgotten. Okay? It's all in the past now. Okay?

Come, give me a taste of that cream.

Let us see how it turned out. Shall we give it a try, eh?

Here goes.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

You are going to have me in tears.

You are going to make me cry one way or another. Is that it?

- Is it okay? - This is exactly the tartness I wanted.

And you ask me if it is okay.

It's fantastic. Well done, kid. Keep up the good work. I've got your back, okay?

Yo, what's up?

♪ Rumbar, digar, digar, digar, digar Rigga rigga ♪

♪ Rumbar, digar, digar, digar, digar Rigga rigga ♪

Where the hell have you been, eh?

- Where have you been? Where, where? - But…

I've been slaving away here all day.

Feride, Feride. Sister, for God's sake, relax a little.

How can you expect me to relax, eh?

I've been breaking my back since the morning. Look at me.

I can't keep up with all this shit.

- I can't. - Okay, okay. I will sort it out now.

- Do it. Sort it out now. - Okay…

Let's see how you sort it out.

Hey, you. Where have you been? The woman is trying to keep up alone here. Huh?

I took the kid to a match, bro.

Which kid?

Bro, my kid…

- Oh, how funny! - Don't listen to this son of a gun.

- There you are, cracking jokes. - He's talking out of his ass.

I apologize to you on his behalf.

She has been working alone here. I'll fire you. You hear me?

- Chef Sina, fire him. Show him the door. - Okay.

- It was like this when I came. - Take a break.

- Yes, I know, dear. - And my tummy… Look at it.

- It's all right. - You see the state I'm in…

Do your job, and don't go anywhere until you are finished.

- You hear me? I'm serious. - Okay, I got this.

- Okay? Okay. - Okay. Okay, Chef.

- Chef Sina, can you taste it now? - Yes.

Give your chef a taste.

One second.

- Here, Chef. - Let's see.

Mmm.

How is it now?

- Chef! Oh! But, Chef! - Oh!

Oh, Chef. Get a clean spoon, at least!

Mmm. I will leave it there. Hmm. This is really good.

Well done. You are going places. But you are here tonight.

- Keep an eye on him. Okay? - Sure.

- Thanks, Chef. - Later.

- Psst, let me know when it's out. Okay? - Okay, Chef.

- Tell me. Tell them I wanted an update. - Okay. Okay.

Keep it hush-hush. Okay?

Where have you been, bro?

- At the back. - I've been looking everywhere.

A customer's asking about the menu, and you're not there.

Ask Chef Melis to do it.

What are you saying, bro? This place has your name.

- You need to be more visible. - I also need to be at the back.

- You also need to be out at the front. - It's about total control, bro.

Listen. Come over here. Here.

- Were you able to talk to him? - Talk what?

The pay raise, man.

Right now? Is this the time, Sina?

- Seriously? - She wants an answer.

- It's pissing her off. She'll be after me. - Not now. Not now.

Please, I don't need this.

- Excuse me, may have the wine menu? - Of course. Coming right up.

- I don't believe you, Pelin. - Yes, Mr. Cengiz.

They're asking me for a wine menu while you stand oblivious.

- Hurry. Smiling faces, okay? Go. - I'm on it. Sorry.

Sorry about that.

Welcome.

- Hello. - Ms. Beril, welcome, how are you?

Hello. I'm fine, thank you, but how do you know my name?

Well, let's say we are well-versed.

If you wish, I can take you to your table now. Mr. Burak is waiting.

Thank you.

- My love, welcome. - Hello.

Please.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Yes. - Yes, welcome again.

- Thank you. - Um, Ms. Beril. What can I offer you?

- Um, I'll have a glass of pinot grigio. - Perfect. Coming up. Mr. Burak, and you?

I will have one more of this.

Sure. So, I'll take this and come back with another.

Oh, we sent an email about allergies. You received it, right?

Sure, but why don't you remind me again?

- I'm gluten intolerant. - Yes.

- Of course, of course. - It's bad.

I remember now. You rest assured, the kitchen is informed.

- There won't be a problem. - Great.

Thank you. Thanks.

One old fashioned and one pinot grigio.

- Pinot? - Uh-huh.

- Kazım. - Yes, sir.

Um, table 13, gluten intolerance. Tell the kitchen, okay? Go on.

Um, what? What did you say, sir?

- Table 13, gluten intolerance, okay? - Okay.

Tell the kitchen. Wait.

Um, if they ask, tell them the customer forgot to notify us in advance. Okay?

Go on, then. Go, go, go. Get going.

Mr. Renzo, Ms. Nükhet. Welcome. This way, please. Your table is over there.

- Buona sera. - Buona sera, Buona sera.

Chef Melis.

What is it? What is it?

Um, table 13. Gluten intolerance.

Why are you telling me this now?

The customer forgot to say. That's what Mr. Cengiz told me.

- Oh, come on. Okay, is it in the system? - They are doing it now.

- Make sure it's not forgotten. - Okay, Chef.

Cihan, change of operation for table 13. Gluten intolerance. Okay?

- Chef, they tell us now? - What is it?

- Don't work, then. - That's Mr. Cengiz for you.

- Oh, God. Okay. - I'll remind you. Keep that in mind.

Hey, listen. I'm going over there to say a quick hello. Okay?

Okay.

Behind.

Maestro.

- Welcome. - Tutto bene?

Allow me to introduce you to Nükhet Eren, food critic.

- Welcome. - I've heard so much about you.

She heard about you from me.

Join us.

I still have a few things to do in the kitchen. I'll check on you later.

They can manage without you for five minutes, eh? Sit.

- Um, some wine? - Wine. Um…

Pelin, can I have a glass please.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Thanks.

- To Chef Sina and this amazing place. - Uh-huh.

- Cheers. - Enjoy.

Excellent choice.

I had no idea you were coming.

It was pretty spontaneous. Renzo called me out of the blue.

So you aren't here on business.

Certainly not.

- Madonna, he is terrified. - Oh.

Don't be afraid. We came to support you.

Relax. I'm not here to rate the food tonight.

- I'm just here to enjoy it. - What a relief.

If you bothered to check your phone, you would know. I texted you.

It's a little crowded in the kitchen.

It's been busier than normal. I didn't have time to check.

- Busy? - Uh-huh.

My new book comes out next week.

The television show takes up all my time. Everyone is busy.

Hmm, I watched an episode, too.

- Oh? - Hmm.

You?

Do you watch it?

Oh, no. I just haven't had the time yet.

Bravo to you. Millions are watching except you two.

I must be doing something right to have such high ratings.

Though, I do miss being in the kitchen.

How is your restaurant going?

Well. Fans and Bolognese.

It's the same. However, oddly enough, this menu looks very familiar, Chef.

Take the octopus in ash.

- It's my recipe. - Oh.

Your own recipe?

My recipe.

Oh, right. You added salsa sauce.

Well done, Salieri.

Don't be fooled. He's pretending he hasn't seen the menu.

But he studied it on the way here.

- Admit it. - Nükhet…

Nükhet, whenever we go to see a good film,

we know who the actors are, who the director is.

It's the same with a chef's restaurant.

I will study the menu, but not to criticize.

Um, you might as well.

I can picture you two in the kitchen.

Right, me too. But separate kitchens preferably.

Oh, you never know.

Please excuse me. I'll check on you later.

I can't wait to taste the food.

- My pleasure. - Come again. We have things to talk about.

Excuse me, excuse me. Is that Chef Renzo at that table?

- Yes, that is him. - Oh! See, I told you.

Then we should take a photo with him.

Why not? Let us get a photo together.

Sure, sure. You can ask him.

- See. - Enjoy your drinks. Good evening.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

Ready. Pick up.

- Did you see who he has with him? - Huh?

Is that Nükhet Eren?

Here is the sea bass, Chef. Who?

Nükhet Eren. She is like Vedat Milor's evil twin.

But… But are they now here to eat…

Is… Or is she here on business?

- She's here to eat, right? Huh? - To eat. Yes, as guests.

They can fuck off.

Cihan, over here. Listen.

I want every plate going to table four to look perfect.

I will see them all before they leave.

I want to taste the sauces before you season them.

- All of them, okay? Come on. Go. - Okay, Chef. Okay.

- If he has a show, we can do our own. - This really pisses me off.

- Come on. Come on, kitchen. Come on. - Come on. What is next? Come on.

How can they turn up like this, damn it?

Here it is. Please confirm.

Um… Two chops, two octopus.

- Çekdar, you got that. - Coming up, Chef.

Turning up like this…

Who says you can turn up like this?

Okay, fine.

Is that so, Chef?

Is that so?

Welcome.

- Cihan, be ready to give me a hand. - Ready, Chef.

Stop what you are doing. Fire the cooker for me. Quick.

Fired up. Come over.

Take the asparagus.

Come to me on my call.

Chef Melis, could you taste the sauce before you go?

Go on.

Well done. Very good.

The octopus is off the fire.

The salmon is on wait, Chef. Quick, quick, quick.

- Berno, check the garnish. - Okay, Chef.

- Close a lid on it. - How long for the chops?

30 seconds for the chops, Chef.

- Come on. Bring the sauce. - Berno, how long for the garnish?

- Twenty seconds. - Bring the sauce. Come on.

- I got the sauce. - Yes, Chef.

- Hurry that up. - Ouch! Motherfucker!

- Careful, Chef. Careful. - It's nothing.

- Chef! - Right. I'm taking care of this.

Okay. You go and fetch some more sauce.

- Berno, can you come? - Behind.

- Here, Berno. Come. Okay. - You okay?

- Shall I get some ice? - I'm fine. It's nothing.

Put some salt down there so you don't slip. Salt.

Um, Sina. Chef Sina.

- Si… Sina! - Berno, spread the salt first. Don't slip.

- Chef Sina, can you come over? - I'm coming. Coming.

- Salmon in the slow cooker. Don't forget. - Behind. Mind. Careful. I'm behind you.

Fucking shit.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck that.

Man, the place is packed. Everyone's here, including Renzo.

- And here you are, cursing still. - I burnt my hand.

- Stop cursing. - It wasn't intentional.

- I never said it was intentional. - Listen, Cengiz.

Can you stop acting like you're the only one

- who thinks tonight is important? - I'm not implying that.

There's plenty that I'm unhappy with, more so than you.

What I'm saying is we're working in an open kitchen.

- You have a problem with me. - Customers can hear you.

- I have to stop working to deal with you. - I'm not asking for a lot.

- Chef. - What? What the fuck do you want?

- I'm taking the trash out. - Okay, man. Do it. Go.

Bro, I'm not asking for a lot. I only want you to stop cursing.

Is that a lot to ask for?

When you curse, it becomes impossible to handle Çekdar.

- Don't curse! - Cengiz, I'm sorry.

- I won't curse anymore. Okay? - Thank you. Thanks.

Hello?

Okay. I'm coming down.

I'm leaving this here. I'll be back for it, okay?

Okay, Chef.

Going down.

Basement level three.

NO PARKING

What's up?

I'm good. I'm good.

I found out as I was picking up the kids. I couldn't get here any sooner.

Why do you never answer my calls?

I spoke with Mom. I have. It's okay.

She knows you're coming too. I also wired the money. I mean, it's all good.

Oh. That is good. Okay, fine. Shall we get going?

We can drop by your place first. We will probably get to İzmir around 2:00 a.m.

I'm coming tomorrow.

I'm coming tomorrow.

It's no biggie. Okay?

You will go first. I will follow.

It's all right. I mean, it makes no difference. Okay?

It's hell up there. Extremely busy. The kids need me.

Hmm. Your family needs you, too, Sina.

Mother is alone over there.

- You know Dad's situation… - Listen to me. Hey.

Calm down a little. Please don't do this. I beg you. Pfft.

Stop pushing me.

For God's sake.

You will regret this. A lifetime with a guilty conscience.

Is that what you want? Huh?

It's one night. One night. Is it that important?

Are you okay?

Because you don't look good.

Why are you doing this?

Huh?

Why are you trying to guilt trip me? You want me to feel bad about myself.

But there is nothing wrong here, okay? There really isn't.

You would be there instantly if something happened to Mom.

Listen to me.

There really is no problem. Okay?

There really isn't. I'll be there tomorrow.

I talked to them, they know. Okay?

I need to be here now. It's not an excuse. I'm serious.

Don't do this to me.

I promise I'll be there. Honestly.

I'm a little tired.

It will be okay.

- Sina. - Huh?

You do realize that we are missing Dad's birthday, right?

See you tomorrow, okay?

Going up.

Basement level two.

Halil, take out the serving plates.

We'll finish decorating the rest of the tarts.

- You okay? - Huh?

How is your hand?

Oh, it's okay. It's fine. It's fine.

Behind.

Berno, your asparagus is ready.

I will get them shortly.

Chef. Chef.

- Chef! - Huh?

I got rid of the trash.

Okay, I'll be there soon.

Çekdar, do we have zucchini?

Behind.

- Can I have some baby zucchini? - Melis, I'm at the back.

Behind.

- Thanks so much. - Hope you enjoyed it. Anything else?

- Over here! - Sure.

What, damn it? Did we fail to score?

Hello. How may I help you?

Here is another one to score.

- Hello. - Hello. Welcome.

- How may I help? - Good evening.

- Miss, I'll be frank. - Good evening.

The thing is, your menu isn't up our alley.

Is it because all your meat is drenched in sauce?

I can't put my finger on it.

It doesn't really appeal to us.

I understand. If you wish, I can take your drink orders

then come back for your meal.

- We don't drink alcohol. - Oh, is that so? Okay.

All right, gents. Place your order if you know what you want.

- Come on. - Let me look at that.

- I'll have a risotto. - Risotto. Certainly. I'll note that.

- You? - Oh, um, what should I order?

I'll ask for something, then it will go to waste.

Why?

Dude, this stuff has really killed my appetite.

Um, do you have steak?

Sorry, boss.

- Excuse me, miss. - Yes.

Are you on Instagram?

- Sorry. - Um…

- How about I make you a recommendation? - Excuse my friend…

Let us serve you Kobe.

It's made from Wagyu beef. We import it from Japan.

It is such a tasty piece of meat.

I have no doubt you will be satisfied.

Nah. Let's keep it local.

Forget the Japanese stuff.

Don't you have some loin or a steak?

Plain and simple.

Something without sauce?

I understand, sir, but I'm sorry, we only serve what is on the menu.

Well, listen, miss.

This menu was prepared by this restaurant.

Right? I see it all here.

I've been looking at it since I arrived.

You list all these cuts of meat.

I understand, but those cuts will not be served the way you would prefer.

They are marinated differently.

Well, then, what is so hard about cooking it the way we want it?

Sorry, sir. We only serve what is on the menu.

We can't change the recipe. That's why.

Fine, be a doll and call the manager, will you?

- We aren't making any progress here. - Of course.

Ömer, Ömer, Ömer. Check her out.

Damn, she is a stunner, Ömer.

Dude, she's such a babe, man.

What should we do? Invite her?

She can join us once she's finished here.

- Bro, are you out of your mind? - It's only a friendly offer.

- I'm a good friend-- - He's high, let him be.

- Good evening, gents. Um, how can I help? - Keep going. Good evening.

Here you are. Thank you.

I'll have the grilled sea bass.

As an athlete I need a lot of protein. What would you recommend?

Hmm. Let me see.

- I think you should have the beef ribs. - Fish or beef?

- Have you made up your mind, sir? - Beef ribs if you ask me.

You might want to ask if you are still unsure.

All right, I'm looking. I don't know. Fine.

Sir, if you could tell me what you would prefer to eat,

I might be able to help you.

I strongly recommend the seafood today.

Salmon and sea bass will be excellent choices.

Yes, that was an amazing recommendation.

Fish and red wine really are the perfect match.

- Bravo. Congratulations. - You are very right, sir.

What did you choose, Son? What will it be, huh?

I know what I want. I'm waiting for you.

Really?

- I'll have the beef ribs with mushrooms. - Certainly, sir.

I have to warn you that it is slightly hot.

It can be prepared without the chilis, of course.

- No chilis, then. - My boy can eat some hot food.

My son can handle his chilis. Shh. Okay.

- Very well, sir. - And I will go for the chops, then.

- Okay. There. - Certainly.

- How do you have it? - Medium rare. Look, this is crucial.

- Medium rare, certainly. - Medium rare. Okay.

Yes, sir.

So it is lamb chops in sour cherry sauce for you, cooked medium rare.

- Yes. - Duck in cranberry sauce for the miss.

And for the young gentleman, I have the shredded beef ribs with morel mushrooms.

Yes, but there is one thing you forgot. The young lady's order.

I am so sorry, miss.

What can I get you?

I will have the grilled sea bass with beluga lentils and purslane sprouts.

- Excellent choice. - Ha! What? Where did the vegetarian go to?

I'm a pescatarian, Dad.

- Pescatarian? Oh, she'll never do it-- - I'll take this.

"I can't be vegetarian. I'll be pescatarian."

- You keep changing your tune-- - I'm here if you need anything else.

Okay, we get it. You are around. For God's sake, man.

- Enjoy. - Am I wrong? You can't commit,

- so now it's this… - No. I'll go vegan in stages.

Pfft!

Taste that. What do you think?

- Pfft! - Want one, too?

- Please, honey. Please. - Mmm.

- This is amazing. - Isn't it good?

One for Kazım, too.

Psst. What's it with the sulky face?

It's table seven giving him a hard time.

- Pfft! - Fine, let me take their order.

No, no, no. No way.

Mr. Cengiz saw me. It won't be good.

- There is no need. - Then I'm not getting involved.

I'm used to these people now.

There is always one. Listen. You want me to spit in their drinks?

I wish, but they are drinking wine.

Listen, guys. We've been planning something for some time.

I'm really bored. Why don't we go out to dance after work?

Twerking will surely do you good.

Come on.

Let's have some fun.

Come on, say yes.

The landlord wants me out.

I have problems at school and with my visa. I can't afford it.

What are you talking about, for God's sake?

It's on me. As if you don't know.

Idiot. That isn't what I mean.

Pfft. Jobs are scarce these days.

What will I do if a customer has beef with me?

- They won't. They won't. - Pfft!

What do you think? Service.

- Service. - This is so good.

- Right? I'll make more. - Get going. Smile.

- Hold on to this. I'll have it later. - Okay. Hurry.

- Keep that there, sweetie. - Okay. Bye.

I've got these, Chef. Sorry.

Right, guys.

We need to cut three pieces of meat. Okay?

- What? - We have an order.

That's bullshit.

We have some important guests. They aren't fond of the menu. Our guests…

- Cengiz. Cengiz. That's bullshit-- - Who's the VIP guest?

Cengiz, bullshit. We never do that.

- This is not bullshit. - No, man, no.

I'm really serious right now. We have important guests.

- It's their uncle who is important. - Uncle?

To avoid any problems, we need three cuts of steak.

- Who's their uncle? Stop bullshitting me. - Stop shouting.

Listen. You are running a chef's restaurant.

- You're shooting yourself in the foot. - I'm not.

If you don't do this, we'll all get shot in the foot.

- This is bullshit. - Leave us. Çekdar.

- All I want is three pieces of meat. - Listen, go tell Sina.

- Three pieces. It's not a lot. - Leave.

What's the matter?

- We're cutting three pieces of meat. - What are you talking about?

- Three pieces, Sina. - One customer has a bigwig uncle, man.

They want us to cut three pieces of meat.

- Tell them to eat the gazelle I hunted. - Out of the question.

You keep saying you're busy, so where the heck were you, Chef Sina?

- Just cut me three pieces, guys. - What are you talking about?

End of story. Please don't embarrass me.

- Three pieces. That's all. - Listen to me…

Three pieces of meat…

Stop me before I strangle this guy. I'm up to here with him.

Chef, this is bullshit. I've had enough.

What is he thinking?

- Um, Çekdar. - What?

Once you're done, cut three pieces of meat.

Serve it with potatoes. Let them chew on that.

No way.

- Berno, ask Chef Çiğdem for help. - What? No.

- Start the potatoes. - Start?

- I've got this. - No, no.

Start slicing. Bring them. Why are you still here?

Listen to me. Why do you agree to everything this guy says?

- I don't. - What are we doing here now?

- Are you saying no right now? - Çekdar, out of my way.

- What? - Look, this isn't your first.

You are pushing your luck today.

- You really are. - Clear the way!

- Berno, help me. - Okay, Chef. Got that.

- Close the door. - Yes, Chef.

- Çekdar. - What is it, Chef?

- Cut me three pieces of meat from there. - Sina, one sec.

- I want it ready when I get back. - Like a kebab joint now.

- I'm telling you. - Sina, don't.

- Cut three pieces. - A kebab joint!

It will fuck up the whole operation.

- Remember, we're overbooked. - Stop breathing down my neck.

I told you. I'm trying to run this place, okay?

- I hate to be doing this to you all. - We're overbooked.

- I know. I understand the consequences. - Okay, Sina.

Coming!

- Ouch! - Something is wrong with him today.

- I'm sure. He won't say. You hear me? - Okay.

Can you hear me?

I'm going to the back to make a quick call.

- Renzo's table. - Corner!

Duck.

Fine, you go. I will get it started.

- Motherfucker. Behind. - Okay, go. Go.

- I'll get it started. It's okay. - Behind.

- You know why he ordered this, right? - Why?

He's dying to know how I make it.

For God's sake. None of these recipes are his.

- We developed them together. Okay? - Move over.

Plus, he is no longer your chef. Who cares what he thinks?

- Fuck it. - Chef Melis, can you check this?

Careful, it's hot.

I will take this from you soon.

Who puts these back in the fridge like this?

- A bit more… It needs more black pepper. - What's this? It's like butter, dude.

- Chef, I had no idea. - It's no good.

- Fine, okay. I will dilute it a little. - So, what is under control, guys?

Cihan, put this on the menu. Toasted sandwich with extra cheese.

- Everyone can hear you. Everyone. - Okay?

Bring in a few seniors so they make us spinach pies.

- I don't want trouble with the chef. - Fucking retards.

- Do your jobs, guys. Get on with it. - Kitchen, listen up.

I hunted a gazelle. Let's have that too.

One scallop and mango, polenta, sea bass in fennel marinade,

- and duck in cranberry sauce. - What? Sorry, Chef.

- Let me hear that. Yes, Chef! - Sea bass in fennel marinade.

- What is wrong with you today? - Yes, Chef.

- Did she say mango? - Mango. Sea bass in mango marinade.

- All good, Chef? - Thanks, Chef.

- Are you finished? - Yes, Chef.

- Pick up! - What about the salmon?

- Is any ready? - Thirty seconds for the salmon, Chef.

Cihan. Cihan.

That mess… Clear that mess in front of you.

What is the state of this place?

- Move these to the back. - Chef. Chef, listen.

That bastard Serkan is watching football in the back while I bust my balls here.

Cihan, what are you talking about?

I know you're alone here, but you need to clear up…

- Melis, your salmon is ready. - Chef, don't…

- Serkan's at the back. Let's call Serkan. - Chef Melis.

- Okay, Chef. - Get rid of the dirty dishes down there.

- I'm coming. - Okay, Chef.

Chef Melis. The salmon, the octopus, it's all there.

I'm losing it here.

- Where is Serkan? - Oh, come here. No need to look far.

Chef, come and see where he is.

Are you out of your mind? Get down.

- Now! - Okay, okay.

Are you mad? What the hell?

Are you watching soccer?

But it's a major game. All right--

Fuck your major game! Move it.

- Move. Go. - Take this. Take it.

- Go. - Fire him already!

He wouldn't be standing here if it was up to me…

This is an open kitchen, and the counters are full of stuff.

- Clean it up. - Behind.

Come on, man. You have caused nothing but trouble all day.

- What's the score? - 2-1.

Behind.

- Fuck off! Keep moving. - Behind.

- What's up, old timer? High, as usual. - Fine. What about you?

- Got anything for me? - I left some cans over there for you.

Take those. Exactly.

Come here. Here, here, here.

Come here, you rascal. What have you done again?

Nothing much. Flying high, you know.

Behind. It's great.

- Drop by sometimes. - Fuck off, man.

Pelin is here, you nutcase. Get lost.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

- Behind. - I'm telling you, final score'll be 3-2.

- 3-2. Go on. - Yeah, yeah. As if.

- In your dreams. - Hey!

Wait.

- Go. - Behind.

No plates. We have no plates here. Hurry.

- Wash them all and bring them back. - Okay.

- Fire him already. - I'm waiting, okay?

- Melis, calm down a little. - He makes us look bad.

Do you realize that? We look like fools.

What are your chances of finding a dishwasher right now?

- You willing to find one? - Fire him.

- Chef, coming up. - I'm sick and tired of him.

Is he really a dishwasher? Behind.

Let me know if you find someone and I will see to it. Okay?

- Chef Melis. - Huh?

This came back.

- What's wrong? - Undercooked.

What's the matter? Behind.

- Undercooked. That is what he said. - Under-- How come?

- Did he not want it medium rare? - Yes, Chef. He ordered medium rare.

- So? - Okay. This is how it should be.

- Yes, I told him. - What did he say?

He said it was undercooked, too pink and returned it.

That's true. Chops are left pink in the center.

- I know, Chef, but-- - Something is jinxed today.

- I'm starting to think the guy is insane. - Dead plate.

He said the lamb chops were still bleating.

Is there a retard gathering here tonight?

- Which table? - Table seven, Chef.

- Give me that. I'll go and explain. - Listen to me. Stop.

- Hey, listen to me. - Let go of me, bro.

- See what this is doing? - I've had enough!

- You're really testing my patience. - Go provide a proper explanation.

- Put that down. Cook it. - Go, Kazım.

- I explained. - You mislead people.

- Let them gnaw on that. - I'm not doing that, Chef.

- You'll do as I say. Fuck off otherwise. - Over my dead body.

I will fucking quit if I have to.

This meat-- This is how you cook chops. Pink on the inside!

Don't shout at me. I know how it is cooked.

Give me a break, Çekdar. Look, I have a million jobs waiting for me.

- Don't do this to me. - They do this to get a bigger tip…

- Not today. - …and you have no problem with it.

Chef Melis, why is this plate back here?

No worries. It's sorted.

There clearly was a problem. Why was this plate returned?

- It's sorted. All good now. - It might be, but I'm asking a question.

Why did the plate come back? Is it so hard to answer?

- Apparently the meat is undercooked. - Oh, okay.

An unhappy customer. So that is the problem.

The problem isn't unhappy customers.

It is your team who cannot explain to customers

how meat is cooked at a chef's restaurant.

- So, the problem is my team? - That's the problem. Exactly. See.

Here. Take a look.

This is how you cook chops. See?

It will be pink and juicy inside.

- I'm lost for words. I hope you know that. - What does this have to do with my team?

Pick up.

Do you understand this is how meat should be cooked?

- Huh? - Take this.

Well, let me tell you something then. Come closer.

So, if customers don't walk out here exclaiming, "It's delicious,"

"Amazing," or "Fabulous," the show you put on back here

means jack shit. Do you get that?

And one more thing.

I'm not paying you to make comments here.

I expect good food from you, but that bounces back from the customer.

Listen to me. You listen to me.

Listen to me. Look at me.

- Melis, back to work. Stop-- - You-- One second.

Have you ever worked in a kitchen? Huh?

Have you cooked a decent meal in your life? You haven't.

You have no idea, which is why your team has no idea either.

- Do you have any idea? - Behind.

See how hard these people are working in here. See?

Take a moment to look here and see how hard people are working.

Why? To earn you money.

And what do you do?

Instead of thanking us, you come here to patronize us.

You have no fucking idea about anything.

You know nothing.

Do you even have a plan?

Do you? You don't.

You didn't realize you took too many reservations.

You don't realize how this is messing up our operation.

And then you come asking for three pieces of meat for guys with a bigwig uncle.

- Fuck the uncle! - We must get back to work.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Enough!

- I've had it up to here. - Watch your mouth, Melis.

You know jack shit. You know nothing.

All you can do is come here and patronize me.

You have no intention of learning, either. Why should you? The privileged child.

You have all these slaves hired by your father to follow you around--

They might buy it, but this place, this kitchen, doesn't buy it.

We don't buy it.

No one respects you here. No one wants to see you.

All you do is whine. Understand? You whine.

And one more thing for the record.

The meager wage you give is not worth hearing you whine all the time,

even with that pay raise.

Pay raise? What? Excuse me, what pay raise?

"What pay raise?"

- He's asking me about the raise. - Back to your job.

- What's he saying? - Melis, do your job.

Sina.

Sina.

Si…

If she talks to me like that again, you fire her.

- Okay, come on. - Oh, yeah? As if.

Beat it. We have work to do here.

What's the matter?

Beats me.

Pelin. Pelin. Pelin.

Get the toilets cleaned. It's a mess.

One sec.

- Clean the toilets. It's a disgrace. - Kazım, let me see to Renzo's table.

Okay, fine, honey, but what's the rush?

Hello there. Enjoying your meal? Can I pour you some more wine?

- We can take care of that, dear. - Sure.

- We are okay if you take this. - Okay. I'll get that.

- Enjoy. - Oh,

could I have a little za'atar in a small cup?

Za'atar. Sure.

I mean, this starter is amazing, but it needs a little kick.

- Can I get you anything else? - Grazie.

- I will be right back. Enjoy. - Za'atar!

Uh-huh.

We aren't on television.

Why don't you stop acting like a chef for once and enjoy the evening?

I wish I could. I wish I could. But, as I said, it's a good plate.

Hmm. But it's missing za'atar, right?

Precisely.

Listen.

Sina was the same when we were working together.

He might be talented, but you still have to push him.

Come on, Sina. Come on, Sina. Come on, Sina. Come on, Sina.

He never stops to think about how he can improve.

Hmm. To be honest, I'm really happy with what I had.

There is more to food than liquid nitrogen and sous vide, dear.

- Can you try this? - Mmm. We are having the same thing.

Please try this. Please, Nükhet.

Oh! You're so obstinate.

Hmm. Okay.

Hmm.

- Simple. - Uh-huh.

Tasty.

It's not overwhelming.

And it's modest.

Modest.

- Modest. - Okay, I know what the word means.

I would be surprised if you didn't.

- But the question is-- - Hmm.

Do you need such a posh restaurant to serve modest food like this?

What do you want from me?

To write a bad review about this place?

Or what?

No. But I want you to be honest about what you eat.

Listen, dear. I have been frank.

That is why I told you that I enjoyed it. I'm happy.

Also…

Judging food is like sex.

- Mamma mia. - Yeah.

You make do with what you have and enjoy yourself.

You don't obsess about what is missing.

Come on, eat.

Oh, one more thing. You quit the kitchen a long time ago.

- Let everyone do their job. - Ah, eccolo.

- Your za'atar. Here. - Okay.

- Have some. No, no. Sì, sì, sì, sì. - No, no, no, no.

- Give it a try. Try it. It's great. - None for me.

- You are going to like it. Grazie, amore. - Enjoy.

- Wait. He's going. He is. - Gather, gather.

Let him go. Wait for him to go.

- Don't do that. - You stay out of it, will you?

- But you will get caught. - It's unbearable any other way.

- What can I do? - Never mind. Tell me more about Renzo.

A typical Italian.

- And? - Hmm.

Funny. Handsome. Sexy.

- Sexy? Oh, great. - Sexy.

Well done for you, then. So, I'm not sexy?

Only Kazım is, dear. I'm sorry.

Nice. I guess Renzo will drive you home tonight.

- So what? I'll take her home. - Driving in what?

- The metro runs until the morning. - Your only ride home.

- Don't get annoyed. - I'm not.

You've been snapping at me all day. Come on, service.

- I've got things to do. - Chops.

Those chops will be the end of me.

Psst. Smiling faces.

Off you go.

- Come here, boy. Hold that. Wait. Wait. - I'm here, Chef.

- Chef! - Come here. Come here.

- But, Chef! - Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.

- There is a whole onion there, too. Okay? - Chef.

- He can dig his teeth in that. - What are you doing? Hey!

- Grilled. Burnt. Okay? Let him eat that. - What the heck are you doing?

- Take it. Go on. Off you go. Off you go. - Chef, it's burnt--

Come here, come back.

- Yes, Chef? - These are not chops.

I know, Chef. Thanks.

Go on, go on. Go.

Hurry.

- What did you decide on? - I don't know. So what?

I'm fine like this.

Excuse me, sir. Your chops.

What's this? Huh? What's this?

Sir, these are the chops you sent back earlier.

Not the chops, man. Not the chops.

- I'm asking about this. - Uh-oh! Selim?

Your finger is in the food. Is this a roadside diner or what?

- For God's sake. - I could eat it.

- Why should you? - Sir, would you like me to take it back?

No, I do not want you to take it back. I am saying your finger was in my food.

That is what I'm saying. For God's sake.

What's wrong with this place? How many times has it been?

- Is this a cheap joint in Eminönü? - It's okay, honey.

Why are your fingers in my food? And what happened to the meat?

This is burnt. This is not how I ordered it.

For God's sake. How did I want it cooked? I'm asking you. How did I ask for it?

- You wanted it medium rare, sir. - And? Well, is this medium?

What is this? It's not medium rare--

- Sir, it was first served medium rare… - For God's sake.

…but you returned it.

My chef instructed me to tell you that the chops should be pink inside.

- Oh, he instructed you, did he? Hold on. - Enjoy your meal, sir.

- Please. - You call your supervisor immediately.

He says he had instructions to tell me they should be pink inside.

- Get them here right now. - Very well, sir.

- Dad. - Yes, my dear?

- Is all this really necessary? - But didn't you see what happened?

- Dad, he may be new to the job. - Did you have to shout?

Son-- Don't be ridiculous. New to the job?

This is a first-class restaurant. They don't hire rookies.

Well, his finger was there. It was not even in your food.

- Really? For God's sake. - Don't be so dramatic.

- I have had enough. - You've been yelling

- since we arrived. Calm down a little. - Okay, my dear.

The manager is coming this way.

- Please be polite. - God, give me patience.

- I beg God for patience. Okay, fine. - Selim! Selim!

Good evening, Mr. Selim. You asked to see me. How may I help you?

Listen. Thanks to your staff over there,

we haven't had a moment of peace since we got here.

I'm sick and tired of his brash remarks.

He also had his finger stuck into my food while serving.

This is unacceptable.

- No. Yes. - Is this a roadside diner or what?

- You are absolutely right. - Who knows what that finger touches?

Um, my sincere apologies. I will deal with this personally.

Um, how about I offer you dessert to make up for it?

You talk about dessert while I have all these complaints, for God's sake.

I haven't had my main course and you offer me dessert.

Okay. Let me bring you the menu. You take a look.

I will be right back with it.

- I will take your orders personally. - No, I'm ordering something else.

This is driving me nuts.

İpek, don't call me again. This is why I don't come over.

No way. No way. No way will I invite you again.

This is all because of you.

He wasn't like this before you married him.

Because of me? Don't get me started.

Don't get you started? Do you think I haven't seen?

- What does that have to do with it? - You're awesome.

İpek, don't start arguing.

It's so humiliating.

You don't go near that table again, okay?

- Stay away. - Uh-huh.

Tell Pelin to take over.

- You don't go there again. - Okay, sir.

Kazım.

Come back.

You did great tonight.

Thank you.

Keep up it up.

- Thank you, sir. - Go. Go on. Get those orders.

Table 11, pick up.

Fuck.

Berno, what have you done? Is it your hand?

- It's not my hand. It's my nail. Um-- - Okay, here. Wipe it on this.

- Is it your nail? - Chef, what if it fell in the food?

It's okay. Stay calm. It's all right. Let me inform the Chef, okay?

Please don't. Chef--

They will be eating it soon. Are you mad? Berno--

They started already, Chef.

- Uh-oh! - Fuck, fuck.

- Cihan. - Hmm?

Start prepping the main courses for table 13.

They have gluten intolerance.

- I'm warning you. Be careful. - Yes, Chef.

Come, Berno. Go, go, go, go. Your hand--

Behind.

- Behind. Behind. - How long for the duck, Çekdar?

The duck is sizzling, Chef. Ready when you want.

FIRST AID KIT

- Coming. - Here.

I got it.

- Cihan. Come on, man. - Okay.

The ducks. They are hot, Chef.

Uh-huh.

Behind. Hot.

Come on, come on, come on.

Berno, you've been here a while.

- What are you doing? Do it quickly. - Chef…

Done with the sauce, Chef?

- No, no. - I got it. Leave it.

- Okay. - Cihan, is there space on the cooker?

- Yes, there is. - Which burner? The big one?

- The fourth. - Be ready for me.

- Fired and getting hot. - Berno, hurry. Berno, hurry.

- One second, Chef. - Behind. Hot. Behind.

Behind.

Okay.

Hmm.

- Yes. - Behind. Protein.

Behind. Quick.

- Stir the sauce. - Okay.

I'm serving these.

Yes, yes, yes.

Here goes. All ready.

How do I look?

You look amazing. Go. Just like that.

- Berno, table 11 wants a word with you. - Behind.

- What? - Table 11 wants a word.

- Behind, Berno. Berno, move. Come on. - Eleven.

I say, I say, I say.

Eccellente.

Where is your friend?

Oh, she's outside on the phone.

Allora…

Very good.

Bravo. Very good.

But, the sauce--

It was rushed.

- Rushed? - Yes, it was.

The kids on my food show also say they rushed it.

Well, it's not bad. You got close.

I wish you told me earlier that your friend was coming.

- Why? - I would have prepared.

Oh, we're no strangers.

What are you after?

- Huh? - Hmm.

Turning up here with a food critic friend. What are you playing at?

To support you?

You're picking apart my food in front of the woman, Renzo.

Don't be dramatic, Sina.

This is how it is when you have a restaurant.

Does your wife know who you are here with?

Sina!

What's going on?

Tell me.

I could ask you the same.

You haven't picked up my calls for two months.

No texts. Huh?

Shall I tell you what happened?

You snatched $200,000 of mine and disappeared.

Hello. Excuse me, Mr. Renzo.

Sorry to bother you, but, I never miss your show.

- A photo? Aha. Come on. - Yes, please.

Would you mind?

Please.

- That would be great. - I can come over there.

- Come, come. - Yes.

- Thank you. - The move, the move. Let's do it.

Exactly.

That's perfect.

Thank you so much. Thanks a lot.

- My pleasure. - Good evening.

Um, could I have a white wine?

Dude, the man is the chef. Show some respect.

- Could you take a look? - Sorry.

Find a waiter.

They will take your order.

Sina.

I've only got two to three months left. The television shows, everything.

- I was going to pay as this place earned. - Installments won't work.

- I need a lump sum. - I don't have that kind of money.

- I supported you. Don't make me regret it. - I can't give what I don't have. I swear.

I'd pay you if I did. I invested every penny.

What happened? You're not making money.

You should be making a fortune here, but you aren't smart.

That is fine, too.

But then you need a smart partner.

I have partners.

Yeah, but your partners are idiots, Sina.

As if you have great partners. Don't get me talking. Okay?

I don't have a chef like you.

Renzo, I don't know, okay? I can't help you.

Go and write a cookbook or something. Star in a soup advert. Soup. Soup advert.

Listen. It could be like in the old days.

You in the kitchen, me building an image for this place.

- Okay? It will be packed every day. - I can't.

What do you mean?

Why did I give you the $200,000?

So you can find the partner you want.

Okay, you take 70%, I take 30%.

Think of the television interviews, social media…

Imagine the reviews. Not just Nükhet, everyone.

Renzo, I really don't have the time for this.

- I'm not in a position to consider-- - Sina.

I need to talk to Melis first.

I've got so much on my plate. Okay?

- These things don't happen overnight. - I'm so sorry. I hope I'm not too late.

- No, no. - Please. Don't let it get cold.

- Okay! - Dig in.

- It's amazing. - It looks amazing. Yes.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Cooked to perfection.

Enjoy.

Hmm.

Where do you get the duck?

- From a private farm in Bursa. - Oh, that is the best part.

Incredible.

My compliments.

I'm very curious about one thing, though.

How do you maintain your sanity working under such pressure all the time?

- Let me explain, Nükhet. - Hmm.

- Running a restaurant is no easy job… - Hmm.

- …but if you have self-confidence… - Uh-huh.

…and a good team,

then the team will manage even with an average chef.

Yes. Yes. It could be the other way around, too.

Did you make the sauce?

Oh, no. I asked. It was the sous-chef.

Oh. My compliments. It's amazing.

Enjoy.

I told you I was here tonight for pleasure only.

Actually, it might be better if I did this more often.

- Eh, Renzo? - Oh, it might.

I mean, because after a while,

you only remember the feeling the food gives you, not the taste.

Esatto.

For example, beans on pasta in tomato sauce in the afternoon.

Or that half-burnt meatball sandwich we had after school.

- Aha! - È incredibile.

- I never thought you could be so romantic. - Oh, Renzo.

I'm so sorry, but I have to take this. Yes.

- Please, please. Take it. - Please. Take your time.

My dear?

Um, we just spoke, didn't we?

Okay, sweetie. You sleep. I'll be back later.

Good night to you, too.

Your kid?

My mother.

Dementia.

- I didn't know. - Hmm.

It has got worse lately.

- Oh! - Uh-huh.

Hope she gets better.

Thanks, but unfortunately, she won't.

So, I've been trying to spend more time with her recently.

At least it stops me from feeling guilty all the time.

I get you.

Hmm.

Excuse me for saying this, but I can't see why you should be guilty.

In the end, it's a disease. I don't think there is anything you can do.

Shall I tell you something, Chef Sina?

After a while, you realize the only thing you do is think of yourself.

- You have to. You have to! - No, dear. No, dear.

We don't have to. It's a choice. We choose to.

Then, if you are lucky enough to live into your late forties,

comes a day when you realize how temporal everything is.

And when you realize how much they miss you,

the times they wanted to say it but didn't, fearing they would upset you…

That you can never be prepared for.

Oh!

My neurons are fried.

Millions of them lost.

You're right.

What about we drink to burnt neurons and our families, huh?

Will you excuse me, please?

I must make a call. I'll be right back. It's really urgent. I'll be back.

Cheers.

- Which table? - That one.

Didn't they know?

Well, I wouldn't order it if you told me there was wine in it, would I?

There is white wine in it.

Mommy. Has Dad been taken into surgery?

Soon, Son.

Okay. Can I have a word with him?

- Hold on-- Fuat-- Fuat, dear? - Can you pay attention to me?

- Look, Sina is calling. - I ate the risotto.

I never drank alcohol in my life. Hey, bozo! What do you think you're saying?

- I'm trying to help-- - If you want to help,

start by not spiking my risotto with alcohol.

Dad, I hear they take you in soon. Are you okay?

Are you in good spirits?

I'm at the restaurant. I know I couldn't make it there.

Mom must have told you. You know, right?

How can I be, Son? I'm not getting any better. I guess you're at work.

Yes, Dad. I'm at the restaurant.

I was planning to come, but it's been so busy here lately--

Um, I can't concentrate much here thinking of you.

But you're hanging in there, right? No problems.

- Sina! Come, hurry, hurry. - I'm coming. Coming right away.

- Hurry! - Dad, I need to go. It's urgent.

There must be a problem in the kitchen. I'm going to call you. Okay?

- Didn't you tell me… - Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

- What's the matter? - Hurry. It's an argument.

- What argument? - Hurry.

- What argument? - The guys are so pissed off.

Pissed off at what?

- Gents. Yes-- - Isn't that what happened?

Why did you add alcohol to the risotto?

Gents, you are right, but it slipped us, too. There was a mistake--

Listen, bro. You will pay for slipping up. Don't worry.

You'll see when I have you closed down.

That snotty bitch also has it coming. Don't you worry, okay?

Sorry, is there a problem? I--

- Lower that hand-- - Guys, please calm down.

Please. This can happen at any restaurant.

- Is that so? - Who the heck are you?

- Ömer. Uncle isn't answering. - Fine, he'll call back. Forget it.

Why are you here?

- Why are you all gathering here, man? - Listen up, who are you anyway?

- No. That's not the issue. No. - Lower your hands while you speak.

That's not the issue. I mean, Chef Sina is sorry. Allow him to take care of it.

- Yes. That's correct. - They'll both get a proper warning.

Guys. Guys, please let me through. I'm the head chef here.

I'm the chef, as he says. I'm ready to help you.

Can you tell me what the problem is? Please.

You've no idea what the problem is here?

- I just got here. - Aren't you the head chef?

Go talk to your staff and find out the problem yourself.

- You guys are so right. - I can tell you.

This slipped past me. I didn't know.

- I just found out. Just now. - It's a minor misunderstanding.

- We can sort this out. - Listen. You know what I'll do to you?

I'll chop you up.

- Hey! Hey, hey! - I'll hack you to pieces. You get me?

- Damn it, man! - Sir, please calm down.

Please calm down. There is no need, please.

Listen. Tell me. Tell me everything, and I will sort it out.

- Okay. Okay. - I promise. Please.

Two of your staff disrespected us.

We're not having any of that.

Call them over and fire them.

- It's true. Don't stare at them. - Please. I'm listening.

Call them here and fire them in front of us.

- Only then will I believe you. - Go on then.

- I've worked with these people for years. - The guest was treated unfairly.

- I was there. The guest is right. - No problem.

I really have no problem with that. I'm ready to help, but--

Look at me. Listen to me, man.

- I'm giving you one chance. - Yes.

- My name is Ömer Topçu, okay? - Okay.

- You will learn how to respect people. - Yes.

If you don't, I will teach you the hard way myself.

- No need. - Okay?

- Shut your mouth already. - Lucky for you, this guy turned up.

- I'd be plucking your hair out otherwise. - Fatih, come on.

We'll sort it out our way. Get in the car.

- Mr. Cengiz will be calling you. - Okay, guys. Calm down. Easy does it.

You wait for me. You wait for me. You wait.

Please be our guest one evening. We'd love to host you. Thanks.

- Bravi! Bravi! - Who are they? Those guys. Who are they?

Who? What happened? Huh? What happened?

- This is the second time tonight. - I really had no idea about it.

- This is the second time. Sort it out. - Can you tell me what happened?

"Why is this happening to me?"

- "What happened?" It makes no difference. - But--

- These guys are well-connected. - They said they argued.

- This can't happen again. - They might be connected,

but there was an argument. Maybe my guys were right.

- You can tell the inspector that. - What inspector? It's not that serious.

- I'll talk to Melis now. She'll know. - Sina, get rid of them.

- My PR people will sort out everything. - The regular unhappy customer.

- We talked about this. - No need to go that far.

- I'll take care of it. - You know what to do.

- Enough already. What a night. - Come here.

- I need to be inside. I need to work. - Look at me. Look at me.

This restaurant has your name and $200,000 of mine.

I have another side you would rather not see. Hai capito?

Va bene.

Fucking shit!

I'm fine. I'm fine. Mind your own business.

Fucking shit.

- I thought he would hurt me. - Stop that. Stop that.

- Everyone to the back. - Chef.

Everyone to the back of house. Come on, go.

Çekdar, to the back. Now.

Look at them going in.

What-- Berno, what happened?

Do your job.

What is it?

Do your job.

- Everyone, back to work. - Chef?

Do your jobs.

Tell me what happened, Berno.

- They called me to the table. - I didn't ask you.

What happened? Tell me.

Chef, they called me to the table.

One of them said he liked the risotto.

He asked me what was in it, and I told them.

- And. - Rice, butter, white wine.

That is when they started shouting at me.

Why did they start shouting? What's wrong?

They don't drink alcohol.

They were annoyed when they realized the risotto had white wine.

Is that true, Chef Melis?

Was it the alcohol in the risotto that annoyed them?

That isn't what happened. I'll tell you what happened.

They were annoyed when you said they shouldn't come to a chef's restaurant

if they know nothing about risotto.

- Nicely said. - How can you say something like that?

- One moment. Stop shouting. - How am I supposed to know that?

Did the table specify they didn't want alcohol in the food?

- They said they don't drink alcohol. - But--

- See. How are we supposed to know? - Man--

- Man, this has to be in the system. - Your guys have to put this in the system.

- I can't keep track of that. - How could we know?

Risotto is new on the menu.

- They didn't know. - What the--

Man, you want every-- Alcohol, gluten, everything.

You need to ask your guys. They should be able to answer.

You must ask about it all. Allergies and whatnot.

- Okay, but I wasn't informed either. - You ask. You put it in the system.

- If you don't know… - Hold on a minute--

- …then you notify us. - Get your father to send you somewhere.

I don't know where, but fucking go and don't come back

until you learn a thing or two, okay? You're not the problem.

- You're the problem, Chef Sina. - Chef Sina. Don't.

The problem has been you all along, Chef Sina.

- Don't do this. Please don't do this. - One minute. Hold on. Let go, damn it.

- Okay. Fine. - You don't provide the prep list.

You forget to place orders.

- You're always late for work. - Çekdar, please don't.

One sec, Chef Melis.

- You don't have the heart, I realize. - I beg you.

Well, I don't care. Hold on.

And you know what hurts most, Chef Sina? You fucked us over.

- Çekdar, enough. Stop. - Stop cursing, Chef.

Don't touch me again.

- You fucked us over. - Let him speak. Let him get it out.

- I will speak up. - I'm all ears.

- We were going to be world famous. Really? - Çekdar.

- We were destined to be the next Noma. - I'm begging you.

He told me we would be the next Noma.

With you at the helm, this crew couldn't sell hotdogs at a fucking gas station.

We'll never be anything, but that doesn't stop you from getting stoned.

Well done becoming one of those druggie chefs--

- Chef! Don't, Chef! - No. Stop it. Stop. Stop.

- Fucking son of a bitch! - I'll kill you. Huh? Punk.

What do you think you are doing? What the fuck?

Let go. It's all right. Let go.

It's all right. Let go. Okay.

- You see what he did? You saw that, right? - Okay, okay.

I'm going, I'm out, I'm going.

Çekdar, stop!

Motherfucker--

- Come on. Come. Go ahead. - What are you doing?

- Fucking son of a bitch. - What are you doing? Stop it!

Hold him!

Fuck you. Why are you getting so wound up? Come here.

Shut up already!

Come here!

See how he pretends? See that? Look.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. My mistake. It was my mistake. - What is happening?

It's on me. I spoke to Berno. I told her, okay? No worries.

I sorted it out, okay? I spoke to her. I did. It was me who forgot.

- Okay? I'm only saying. It's all good. - Okay.

There was something else bothering Çekdar all day.

- This isn't on me. I did nothing. - Please. Can you stop talking now?

- Please shut up, Sina. Quiet. - I'll shut my mouth. Okay.

Is this fucking uncle guy that important?

They threatened to close us down. Can they do anything? What do we do now?

I don't know. Things have gone a little crazy in here.

I don't know. Maybe this wouldn't have happened

if you had helped me back there instead of arguing with Cengiz.

Look at the mess we are in. Look at the mess we are in.

What?

Are you really telling me this?

- Oh, Melis-- - Huh?

- Yes, I really am, Melis. - You really telling me this?

If I had helped you?

Look at me.

If I had helped you, huh?

Chef Sina.

Is it sorted?

Sort out what, huh?

What will you sort out?

Go on, tell me. What will he sort out?

Is it sorted?

Sina, what is he on about?

- Get out of here. Get out. - What happened?

I'll fuck you if you touch me!

- Fuck you, Sina. Fuck you! - Sina! Sina! Sina!

Sina, control yourself. Snap out of it.

- Have you lost it? What are you doing? - Stop yelling like a lunatic.

He's offering me a partnership. He wants to partner up.

Enough already! What the heck? Have you lost it all together?

- Did you all lose your minds? - He wants me to fire you. To fire you.

- What are you talking about? - He's offering to partner up.

He wants you out of the picture. He wants me to fire you.

You have no idea. There.

I'm telling you now. I'm telling you now. You didn't know about this.

Okay, listen to me. No more problems, okay?

It's going to be good. No more problems. I was a little… Okay?

I wasn't any good from the start. We will get through this. No more problems, okay?

- It's all sorted. - Sina.

Sina, I'm leaving.

Huh?

I'm leaving.

- I'm going. - Where to, damn it?

No.

Going where?

- I can't. I can't do it anymore. - Hey. Hey, hey. Please don't.

Look at me. No more problems, okay?

You'll be in charge of everything from now on, okay?

- No, no. The problem is huge. - You prepare the lists.

- You be in charge of the orders. - I can no longer put up with your--

- Promise to get help-- - No, listen.

One sec. One sec. You don't get it. You don't. You don't get it.

I'm sorry.

We run into problems, everywhere becomes a mess,

you get high and fool yourself to think the mood has changed,

but nothing fucking changes. Nothing changes for us.

We spoke over there. You're saying the same thing.

We spoke. Yes, we did.

Do you have to make me say this? How long can I go on like this?

- How long can I put up with it? - Do you know how hard I--

- Do you ever think of me? - Do you know how hard I tried all day--

- Of course, I think of you. I always do. - No. No. No, you don't.

I'm sorry. I swear I could never do it without you.

- Sina, okay, listen. - God damn me.

Your apologies have nothing to do with this either-- It's something different.

To be honest, I think you will never

get your act together so long as I work here.

It's going to be better for both of us, okay? Okay?

Please. Please allow me to go.

- I can't do it without you. - Oh, dear. Oh, fuck--

- I promise it will be for the best, okay? - Yes. Yes.

- I love you to bits. Okay? - I love you, too. No more problems.

No more problems. We sort them out, okay?

We will speak, okay? We will talk this through.

Go, help the kids.

Okay, come on. The evening isn't over yet.

Go on, go.

- You aren't coming? - You go. I need some air.

Go on. Go on. Go.

Yes.

- Inside. Everyone inside. - Okay, Chef. Right away.

Going down.

Basement level nine.

Mommy?

Son, are you okay?

Have they taken Dad into surgery?

Just now…

Is everything okay? Did he have anything to say to me?

You told him you would call before he went in.

I know, I know. It was such a busy night, I couldn't. Did he say anything else?

Your dad--

Do you know he woke up every night for years to make sure you were tucked in bed?

He loved you more than me.

I know.

I know.

Son-- Son, are you okay?

Mommy--

I screwed up so badly today.

Nothing was done properly.

Son--

I meant to come. I meant to come to you, but it didn't work out.

It's busier than normal here, that's why.

I love you so much.

I love you too, my dear. My dear boy. Don't be sad. Please.

I'm okay, I'm fine.

I was annoyed with… I couldn't come.

So, I've been thinking about you all the time. That's why.

- I'll be with you tomorrow, okay? - No, Sina.

Don't trouble yourself. There is no need, my dear. I will feel bad for y--

I'm so sorry. All of you.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Okay. Right.

Okay.

Ouch! Oh--

Going up.

Basement level two.

Chef.

Huh?

Okay. Don't do it again. Never again.

- My love, will you marry me? - For a lifetime together.

Yes!

cooked

Translated by Selçuk Somersan