Elsbeth

"Good" is not an option.

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

At our level, every night

we must surpass our customers' wildest expectations.

They pay your rent, not me.

I may be the star that they come to see,

but I can't shine if the background actors

are bumping into the scenery.

Garde-Manger, the crudo

was coming out lopsided last night.

Don't explain.

Fix it.

And, hot line,

you need to pick up the pace.

And no sweating.

I don't sweat,

so neither do you.

Sam, another full house tonight.

Did you put the VIPs how I like them?

Yes, Chef, new money in the front,

big spenders in the back.

Thank you.

Pay extra attention to Table 12.

He's a five-star VIP,

so anything he wants. Yes, Chef.

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

Jordan!

How many lamb shanks in the walk-in?

Uh, 30 or 31?

I can go down and count.

Don't worry about it.

Let's just wait till we run out

in the middle of service.

Go.

I can't do this alone!

Although it feels like it.

Get to your stations.

Be on your toes.

There's no room for error.

Understood?

Yes, Chef!

Order up!

Coming through... Watch out.

I've had this reservation for weeks.

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

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

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

Ridiculous.

Mr. Montebello.

Mr. Montebello, hello.

We've got a corner booth ready for you.

Apparently you don't.

Good night, Chef.

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

Let me fix this.

What is happening?

Who are the dancing morons at Table 12?

Look, I don't know.

It doesn't make any sense.

They all showed up,

then people with the same names arrived 20 minutes later.

I paid $500 for this table.

And we are literally starving.

How did you pay for a table?

We don't sell reservations.

Understood.

I am so, so sorry, Mr. Montebello.

Please, let me make it up to you.

Let me show you why

we are the best restaurant in the city.

This Saturday, perfect.

Yes, I will make something extra special for you.

Okay.

Thank you, sir.

Malcolm?

Go downstairs and get half a tray of duck started.

Do you want me to stay and help? No.

Go home.

All of you.

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

Yes, Chef.

Oh.

Almost done here, Chef.

I'll wait up for the deliveries.

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

You little roach-eating basement rat.

Selling reservations at my restaurant?

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

I thought I would go out with a bang.

I hear your friend

Mr. Montebello didn't get a table?

That's too bad.

You are so fired.

Like I care.

This place sucks.

Your menu is dull.

You never take any risks.

And you kept me down here for two years

when I have great ideas.

And you won't listen!

Mango salsa isn't new or good.

What, let me guess.

You got a fresh take on a beet salad.

Truffle oil. Genius.

Your lamb shanks are chewy.

What do you know about good food?

You can't even gut a fish properly!

I gave you a chance on the line.

You think I ever got a second chance?

I had to fight and claw

while idiot men got promoted over me.

You're weak!

Your cooking is weak!

And your knife work is a joke.

You may get another job,

but you will never

move up from the basement.

Never!

When this gets out,

you're finished...

forever.

Order's up.

Pulse is normal.

Breathing steady.

Hello there.

- Oh! - Nice and slow.

I need a medic.

Genevieve Hale?

I'm Detective Edwards.

You gave us quite the scare.

Do you know who did this to you?

Jordan!

Oh, my God, is he dead?

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

Can we get him out of here?

It looks like you took a nasty beating.

Do you remember anything at all?

The stairs.

They pushed me down.

"They." Multiple suspects.

Okay, we need to get you to a hospital.

You might have a concussion.

No!

I can't leave.

We have to open.

Okay. Not today, you don't.

Come on.

Oh, careful.

I'm fine.

I've worked with concussions before.

Let's hold that thought a minute.

Do you have any cameras on the premises?

No.

I don't allow cameras in the kitchen.

Any other staff we can talk to?

Oh, gosh.

What happened?

Where's Jordan?

I can tell them if you want.

We were attacked last night.

He saved my life.

Jordan died a hero.

Look, I'll get the book.

We'll cancel tonight's service.

No, no.

We keep, we keep service.

Absolutely. Do you smell that?

That smells incredible.

What do you think it is?

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

regret skipping breakfast this morning.

You didn't want to try those muffins

I left on the kitchen table?

They have Spirulina in them.

That's why they're so blue.

We may lose

the prep kitchen for the night. At least.

We still have to process things down here.

Probably best if you don't touch that.

Okay, so no prep kitchen.

We'll work around it.

Can you see if your medic is still around?

I'm gonna need a sling for my arm.

Yeah.

We'll keep the menu slim tonight.

No specials, no pork shoulder.

But we open on time, okay?

Jordan would have wanted it that way.

Understood?

Yes, Chef.

Wow. She is tough.

Yeah, she needs to be.

Kitchens are rough places.

Mm-hmm.

Is it chicken?

Mm, I want to say bacon.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Have you ever seen a near-homicide

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