The Bear

- It's not a race. - No. Totally.

I have found that, um, if you can just pull here, here.

Pull back, faster.

- Thanks. - You know. Yeah.

Five hour...

- Sorry, that's my bad, Chef. - No, all good.

Five hours till service, chefs.

Chef.

I was thinking, maybe, whenever you want to, uh,

you know, tell the group about what we decided?

Mmm.

You know, it might be good if it came from you.

Like, as the leader, but it was a decision we made together.

Y-Yeah. No, for sure. Thank you.

- That's nice. - Cool.

Ted! It's not sucking!

- Shut the fuck up, Ted! - What? It's a family whistle.

- Yeah, I'll… Okay, I'll-I'll hold. - Natalie.

- Oh, sorry. Um… - No, it's fine. I'm on hold. What's up?

I need my walkie-talkies. Can I please have them back?

Stop fucking caw-cawing.

- I fucking hear you. - I'm not.

I was coming down the fucking stairs.

You know I can't be in water this deep alone.

- Please can I have them back? - Richie.

- It's work-related, I swear. - Richie. You promise

- you're not gonna do… - I promise, I promise.

- We got a lot of work to fucking do. - It's not sucking.

- What am I supposed to do? - Let's push the water.

Push the water. That's not doing anything.

- Just fucking give them to me! - Okay, okay, okay.

- I got them! Yo, Faks, showtime. - God, I'm already regretting this.

What do you think?

I think we light one.

I don't know, dude. I think it's going to be fucked.

Dude, we're both across this.

We developed it. We built it.

We think it's a great dish, so it doesn't matter what your dad thinks.

I gotta trust the line.

- What's the line? - It's football.

A thing my coach used to say.

Everybody runs their route,

everybody does their job, plays their game.

Collaboration leads to jazz.

Trust your teammates. Trust the process.

I like that.

Trust the candle.

- Yo. - Chef, disaster has struck.

We are dangerously low on spoons.

- We shouldn't be. - Someone's hoarding them.

Of course.

I should've seen this coming. We got a goddamn thief in our midst.

A greedy hyena, but I am a fox.

You're goddamn right you are. You smoke that motherfucker out.

Um, can you check the ribs for me when you're done, please?

Chef, yeah.

I'll add fish sauce.

- Um, no, don't. - Oh.

Yeah, no. Sorry.

Why… Why would you add fish sauce?

Oh, it's just, um…

Sauce is a little thin.

Okay, well, it'll reduce.

Yeah, totally.

Ted, where are you? Over.

I don't know. Over and out.

No. It's not "over and out."

Over and do your fucking job.

All this roof looks the same up here, Richie. I-It's raining pretty bad.

Over and out.

Not "over and out," Ted. I'm gonna swing on your fucking ass.

That's over and out.

- Chef? - Yeah, yes?

I need to stretch the puree.

Water or broth?

Um… Butter.

Heard.

- Is it not butter? - No, it's butter.

Okay, 'cause you looked and I think you thought I didn't notice you looking.

But I saw you looking. If it's butter,

- you can just say it's butter. - Sydney, it's butter.

Yeah, I know.

Want me to start aromatics?

- Are you done with everything already? - Uh, yeah, but I had a head start.

- Chef. - No.

Yes, yeah.

Talk numbers?

- Sure, I just have to finish up... - You. Go. Numbers. I'll do it.

- Don't do numbers. - You are not talking numbers.

No, I'm gonna finish the prawns. You do numbers.

- Okay, look alive, boys. - What do we got?

So, we have a dead zone between the savory and sweet changeover.

And since we're not doing caviar,

do you think we could combine course eight and nine as one?

I'm not looking at this as-as a downgrade.

I'm actually thinking upgrade, you know?

We make it spectacular.

Like we really just…

- We pound their table. - Like we're spoiling them.

- Right. - Right.

And in actuality, we want them to get the fuck out

so we can get people the fuck off the clock.

Bait for the spoon thief.

Welcome to the New Jack City.

You're dead, bitch.

Is someone on the roof?

Richie, we're shutting off the main line.

Can you hear this? Over.

I can't hear that. I think I'm going off rope.

What rope? Over.

I'm going Days of Thunder , Rich.

I gotta do this. I'm going off rope, buddy.

No, do not go off rope!

That is a direct order!

Do not go off rope!

Excuse me.

- Sorry. - Mm-hmm.

- Excuse me. - Oh, yep.

I'll cut this.

There you go.

Here you go. There's…

- Thank you, Chef. - Yeah.

I think you might wanna smooth those edges out.

- You know? - Yeah, yeah.

Well, that's just the start. I've gotta go down all the way.

Yeah. I'm just… Just, you know…

Detail.

Heard.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's okay.

Um, I…

Do you know what?

- Yeah? - Maybe, um… Maybe…

- I'm just gonna move that closer to you. - Oh, okay.

Um… Is it okay if we just have a little more space?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course. - Cool.

Just, like, physically… Just, like, a little more space…

I feel like maybe we're on top of each other

- a little bit, just, like, physically. - Oh.

- A little more space. - Okay.

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah, cool. Thank you.

Just, uh…

Okay.

Um… So if-if we are combining something with the candle…

Then it can't, like…

It can't be too sweet.

- Right. Yeah. - Yeah.

- Something refreshing. - Mint.

- Mint is good. I like that. - Mm-hmm.

Maybe with dark chocolate?

Okay, when I was a kid,

me and my family used to go to see the tree up at Marshall Field's

before Macy's fucked it up.

Macy's fucked up Marshall Field's, or Macy's fucked up the tree?

Both.

They just started making, like, these cheap copies of them and…

Actually, know what? They fucked up the colors too.

Like, look it up. They added these weird pastels.

It was like this ugly pink.

The point is, they had this huge 70-foot tree,

and at the bottom you could…

Like, people with money could have dinner, and they had these mints.

- So, like a plate. - Yeah.

- Oh, yeah. That tree is fucked. - Yeah.

Like, who does that?

- Looks like Whoville. - Mmm.

Heat's too high.

You can't even see it.

Yeah, no, I can hear it.

Okay, well, I was… I was heating up the pan.

Carm, the rain, it's about to come down hard, like lizards.

- Dogs. I think you mean dogs. - And… No, and cats.

Hey, uh, behind.

Syd, I talked to Marcus, and he's gonna combine eight and nine.

- Yeah, great. - Okay, cool.

And the water shut off, just like when the water turns to blood.

Oh, sweetheart… …you gotta stop watching scary movies.

It's not scary movies. It's the Bible.

Oh, fuck.

Jimmy, what the fuck are air rights?

Air. Rights.

- It's the right to the fucking air. - Thank you. Thank you very much.

I heard what you said. I just don't know what the fuck they are.

You-You-You're so sweet.

- So, you don't remember selling them? - No, Jimmy.

I've never heard those two words said in unison ever.

Oh, shit.

D, this is my only shot, darling. Okay?

I need you to focus for me.

Oh, shit, shit.

Jimmy, I have to call you back. We're fucked.

D.

D.

Fuck me.

Maybe darkness comes first, and the boils.

- And hail. And lice. And the rain. - Neil…

There's no more sun. There's no more moon.

- No more toothpaste. - Neil.

Boogers, vomit.

- Actual ghosts, flying cars, vampires. - Quit it.

- Cookies with razor blades in them. - Quit it.