The Bear

You alright?

Yeah.

I’m alright.

Everything's fine.

So what's today?

Um, NICET exam. Level 2.

That sounds really serious.

Yeah, it's boss level.

Hey.

Hi.

What’s NICET Level 2?

Uh, NICET Level 2, it's a fire suppression exam.

Um, it pretty much, it has to go right above the... stove.

What?

I'm really sorry. I just, like, um...

Never ever apologize.

I just want you to know...

that this is really nice.

So nice that, I, uh...

You're waiting for the other shoe.

That's it.

-You wanna know a secret? Yes.

Nobody's keeping track of shoes.

Whoa.

I know!

Okay, so the... system is above the stove?

-The system is above the stove. Mm-hmm.

And, um, you know, it-it has to go off

if something catches fire, that could get outta control.

-So above Richie? Hm-mm? -Yes.

So Fak would be holding it

and Richie spontaneously combusts,

there's fire everywhere,

the suppression system shuts off the gas line,

and it would spray him

with a sodium potassium bicarbonate solution.

And then we-we put this, uh, balloon on the line

and if the balloon fills up--

If it leaks, you fail.

If it leaks, we fail, and if it doesn't--

You've achieved Level 2.

-Wow. You've done it. -We've done it.

Yeah.

Um...

Can I ask you a question?

Mm-hmm.

Is this just the most boring shit you've ever heard?

-No, it's so interesting. -Is it?

How often do you get to talk about

sodium potassium bicarbonate?

Um, probably about as often

as you hope a balloon doesn't blow up.

Anything else you're thinking?

I'm thinking you're very, very beautiful.

Well... break a leg, Bear.

("Lay My Love" by Brian Eno and John Cale playing)

Not open yet, ma'am.

Thank you, sir.

I was looking for some old, mean so-and-so named Tina.

I'm Tina.

How can I help you?

This used to be a good restaurant here.

What happened to it?

Well, they had to close.

I heard there were too many old bitches working here

couldn't hack it.

Maybe some... old bitches like their bitch ways.

Maybe they're happy with where they are.

Maybe they don't want to change too much.

Maybe they get scared.

Afraid.

Yeah. Makes sense.

That's how an old bitch would think.

But that's why they surround themselves

with bad motherfuckers who take care of them.

Push their ass.

This a drive-through now?

Yeah, well, they wanted to sell OG through here,

but they're having a really hard time hiring.

Too much changes.

No, too many hustlers.

They all wanna be Top Jeff.

But what they really looking for is a stubborn, childish,

immature, pain-in-the-ass... with arthritis

to run this thing during the day.

I might know a guy.

Send me his info.

What are you thinking about?

Fire suppression test. You?

Controlling the zone,

staying calm, creating space, trust.

How do we do that?

I don't know. It's hard to without a gas line.

Right.

When's that guy coming in? N... Never mind.

That's a stupid fuckin' question.

Deliveries come in five minutes,

we got new hires in an hour,

and we're two weeks out from open.

If we fail this next test,

-we're fucked. -We are fucked.

-Exactly. -Exactly.

The best offenses have the ability to reset

and-and adapt on a dime.

Book?

Book, yeah.

We can do that, though.

We have to.

Okay, let me say one thing before you start laughing at me.

I don't hear anybody laughing, G.

I get it.

-Eleven Madison Dickhead. -(Richie scoffs)

Alright.

A hundred and six miles to Chicago.

Full tank of gas.

Half a pack of cigarettes.

It's dark. We’re wearing sunglasses.

Hit it.

I really thought that that was gonna work.

Really did not.

Yeah, well, the fire suppression's working,

but the gas just won't shut off.

Well, that wasn't whatever you just did.

Behind.

Oh! My fucking God.

Fuck! Neil!

Carmy said he was gonna handle it.

Okay, well, he obviously didn't, so...

Gotta figure out the gas line first, Chef.

Fuck me.

So we just like clock into work, we don't say hi to people?

Is that like a Danish tradition?

Relax. I was gonna surprise you.

We just don't say hello anymore?

-I was gonna surprise you. -With what?

With this. One of three.

I see you with the olive oil.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Yo, corner.

-Dextrose. Thank you, Chef.

It's gonna be interesting.

Whoa.

Very yes. Yo, what's up? We good?

Hi. Um, not really. Fridge is still broken as fuck.

Fuck. Right. Shit. Yeah.

I'm sorry. I just, um...

Fuck. I had this gnarly panic attack last night,

and I was telling, uh, Claire about this time, uh,

this time at Christmas.

My mom drove her car through the house.

-Um, who's Claire? -She's a girl that’s a friend.

Ooh, it's his girlfriend. Oh, so, so sorry.

She's a girl that's a friend?

-She's a girlfriend? You think? -Ooh.

Okay. Uh, next. Your mom drove a car through a house?

Yes. Our house. It was actually very fucked.

Um...

Anyway, we would always have, uh, cannolis, you know,

after Christmas dinner.

And so I always hated cannolis 'cause I associated them

with my weird, fucked-up family and, um.

And, I don't know, I was talking to Claire last night

and I kinda had this-this realization

that maybe I could, I could kinda take them back,

you know, make them my own.

The cannolis, you know.

O-okay. Yeah. Whoa. Yeah.

-That's healthy. Thank you. Yes.

I've been thinking about cannolis

and more specifically, um, savory ones.

-Okay. Like with the mortadella mousse? Mm-hmm.

-Parmesan shell. Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, dipped in pistachio.

-Ooh. That's something. -That's something, right?

-On it. Thank you, Chef.

Oh, shit. Those are new hires.

-Ready? Nope.

Great. Me neither.

-Tina? Chef!

Yo, new hires are here.

Comin'.

Marcus?

What's up?

For real.

Okay, it's Daniela, Josh, and Connor.

How green?

Emerald.

What do you want me to start 'em on?

Um, drill through that produce and, uh--

And stock lowboys.

-Yes. -Yes.

Alright.

Go get your squad, T.

Alright. Yes, Chef.

-Let’s go, freshmen. Yes, Chef.