The Bear

What?

- What? - What'd you say?

What?

- What'd you say? - I didn't say anything.

- What is it? What? - What?

Stop it.

What did you say?

- Have you ever seen anything like this? - No. Never. But it's gonna be okay.

Yeah, no, huh, for sure, absolutely.

For real, it's gonna be fine.

No, I-I know.

Jess, what do you think?

Well, I think an entire turn is late.

Well, they are gonna show. They have to show.

Uh-huh.

If it keeps raining, we're either gonna have no-shows all night

or every table is gonna be late.

It's not gonna keep raining.

- It's gonna stop. Any second now. - Yeah.

- For sure. It's stopping. - It's stopping.

- Yeah. - Right

…about now.

Okay, guys, bring it in. The 5:30 reservations are now five minutes late.

The 5:45 will be here in ten minutes.

The 6:00 p.m. in 25 minutes.

The weather's absolutely fucking us.

We're either gonna be deathly slow or dangerously slammed,

and either way, we'll have an incoming traffic problem.

That being said, this organization will seat

and serve whoever and however many people arrive.

- Gotta be quick. - Correct.

And we need to trim half an hour out of every seating.

That's okay. We are going to be fine.

Chef Sydney's right, and actually, to demonstrate,

this right here is a visual representation of a path to success.

Okay, now it's fairly self-explanatory,

but I'm happy to sidebar with anyone and walk you through it.

I'm gonna leave this one here, and there's a duplicate right behind the bar.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

Okay, we need place settings ready to go,

wherever you gotta put 'em, however you gotta hide 'em.

I want table clears cut in half.

I want kitchen times dialed to drill.

Questions? Ideas?

I'll continue looking out the window.

- Helpful. Thank you so much, Neil. - Don't steam it up.

I can trim another 5%.

Ration protein.

And also, hopefully, get people out of here quicker.

Jess, do you think we can call, like, a minute earlier?

Yes, but keep in mind, if we're cutting a half hour,

we're gonna be at ten minutes a set.

Good. That's ten minutes a set.

It's great. Yeah, good.

- Rene, Garrett, Richie… - Yep.

…should they show up, traffic overflow near the door.

- Copy you, Chef. - It's gonna be a nightmare.

We'll handle it, navigate it the best we can.

Gary, how we looking on wine?

If I can open two bottles, I can figure it out.

Nat?

Uh, yeah, why not?

- Fuck it. Open 'em up. - Thanks, Chef.

T, can you grab the whiteboard?

I'm gonna take a cue from Richie

and get a visual representation of everything going on in the night,

- how much we have left. - Yes, Chef.

Great, okay.

I want constant communication tonight.

All or nothing, Bears.

Our Mother of Victory.

Pray for us.

- Let's go. - Chefs.

Always poised.

Welcome.

- Oh, goddamn it! Stand down. - Hey, chefs.

Whoo. It is really coming down out there.

Hey, Pete, you're dripping water all over the fucking floor!

- I'm sorry. - Natalie!

- What's up, Fakster? - Don't talk to him. He's working.

- Don't talk to me. I'm working. - Sorry.

- Just go. - Okay.

- Just go. - Is it T-shirt night or something?

- Just go. - Okay.

Sorry about that.

Let's remain vigilant.

- Hey, chefs. - Hmm.

Whoa. Vibe low.

- What are you doing here? - Hey.

Oh. Traffic was brutal getting home. I thought maybe I could, like, come eat?

- Oh, babe, it's really not a good time. - Pete.

Do you know what? I'm so sorry.

Nat, do you mind if I borrow him real quick?

- Can I ask you for a favor? - I would love to do you a favor.

Thank you. You're such an angel.

Okay, we're gonna kinda get, like, destroyed on trash,

and you would just be, like, a complete godsend if you could help us.

- What? - And I, you know, later,

could maybe cook you whatever you want.

- Bolognese? Deal. - Done.

- Great. - Okay, cool.

- Back there. - Awesome.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Just, like, break 'em down? - Yeah. Just have fun with it, really.

Thank you, Richard.

- You good? - Yes, Chef.

I'ma redo inventory.

- Great. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna get us through tonight.

I know you are, baby. I'm gonna be right next to you.

- Obviously. I mean… - Mm-hmm.

That's why you're my CDC.

Mmm. Exact…

What?

T, whatever happens tonight, wherever we end up,

you are my CDC.

Chef, I-I don't know.

What don't you know?

Like, if-if I could do it.

T…

You've been doing it.

So, can you get me that list?

I'm on it, Chef.

We gotta go faster, Chef.

- Huh? - We gotta go faster.

Yeah, I'm not worried about it, man.

I'm just saying, during service you're gonna get lifted off this table,

and I'm just gonna be over here alone, so I just want to get ahead.

- I got you. I'm trying to focus right now. - Sure.

- Hi. Everything okay? - Hi, Natalie.

- Yeah? - We're totally great.

Everything's totally fine. It's nice.

- Okay, you're scaring me. - Nicey-nice.

In the spirit of total communication,

- I told you I would do that. - What?

- I need to let you know. - What's going on?

The power went out.

- But, honey... - Oh, Mom.

Natalie. Honey, it's fine.

I lit candles, and I filled up the bathtub with water, and it's so nice.

It's nice. It's really quite elegant and, in fact, it's a little sexy.

- Okay, that's weird. Yeah. No. - No, Natalie, no, no, no.

You know what? She's taking the phone. She's taking the phone. Say, "Hi, Mommy."

Mom, I-I want you to come here.

- Okay? Come here. - Natalie, there's no need.

- Honey, we're fine. - Mother.

- We are... - Mom, just get here.

- We make her an offer. - With what?

I got a couple of fucking scratch and sniffs in my car. How about you?

- Low. - How low? Better be fucking low.

She gave Michael $2,500 back in 2018.

She's gonna gouge us, okay? But you gotta start the conversation.

Hey. Hey. Hey, Uncle J. Hey, Uncle Computer.

Hey, new person.

- I'm Pete. - I'm Cheese.

Oh, nice. Are you from Wisconsin?

Are you an asshole?

Nice.

Hey, what do you know about air rights?

Oh. Air rights.

- It can get complicated. - All right. Well, make it simple for us.

Okay, well, I mean, above every building is air, right?

- Fuck me. Fuck me in my ass. - Yeah, we know what air is.

Okay, buddy, this is it.

Game time.

One is '97, and one is '99.

One is '97, and one is '99.

That's right.

- I don't want to fuck this up, Teddy. - No, no, no. You studied.

You trained. You're a G.

You're the master.

All right, let's see. Wish me luck, boys.

You got it, baby. You're a fucking G.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

What do we got?

Okay, okay, the tannins, uh…

- Over here are a little more prominent. - Uh-huh.

- Uh. Fruit's kind of plummy. - Yeah.

Color…

Red.

Yeah, this is '97 here.

- Think so? Okay. - Yeah. Yes, Chef.

Yes. All right.

- Yeah, I… Yeah. That's it there. - Yeah. Just write it on there.

Yeah.

- Yeah, that's it. - All right.

Fresh Sharpies. Where you like 'em?

Mmm. Thanks.

It's beautiful, cousin.

What's that?

Just the room.

I'm never really able to be in here around this time.

It's good work.

Thank you.

You too, cuz.

Yo.

Oh, fuck.

- Finally. Yes. - The streets are shut, dude.

What up, Lance?

- It's still Luca, man. - That's what I meant, dude.