The Bear

Itchy.

Towel.

MARCUS (quietly): Love you.

Fuck.

Corner!

Fak, it's a facelift, it's not a gut.

Bear, it is a facelift and a gut.

- He is not wrong, Jeffrey. Hey.

- How's my budget looking? - Great.

- Not good. - Shitty.

Alright. Fuck this. Watch.

The Bear, alright?

We have equipment that works.

That's a great start, everybody. Zero.

Then we have a deep clean...

Very. - Very deep...

clean and drywall insulation.

- Tables, chairs... - The fridge is still fucked and the gas line...

The fryer is fucked. That's 5K right there.

No, that's ten for a used piece-of-shit fryer.

And then another ten for the correct fryer.

And the oven is scary, that's another ten.

Okay, good. Alright, so we got 20.

- Thirty. Thirty. The oven. - Thirty? Fuck me.

Then we got the windows, the demo, the brick.

That's 50K plus 20K, that is 70K.

Plus 30, that's 80K - CARMY: That's not bad. Really?

Fuck me. Cousin!

Plus the permits, the inspections, and the licenses.

Yes. Right. Okay! - And those people aren't nice.

10K, 10K, plus 70K. - Smart thinking, Neil.

So we're at 80.

- Eighty. - Ninety.

Ninety. Ninety.

- I was gonna say 90, okay. Fridge is fucked.

- Also AC. - HVAC?

So we are at 85.

Hmm. - Ha, ha, no, just kidding.

Ninety-five, 95K.

Just out of morbid curiosity,

how accurate do we think these numbers are?

I think I am pretty much right on a couple of 'em.

Fantastic.

And you have to pay us, Jeffrey.

She's right about that, Jefferson.

I know. I'm aware. And I've already...

I've set that aside, okay?

Also, I still don't see the drywall on there.

Yes, right, no. Richie's brother-in-law,

he's gonna do the drywall, actually.

Cousin! Where the fuck is he?

It's so weird when he doesn't answer me.

- He's downstairs. - He's still downstairs?

Still, yeah.

Alright, I'll be back.

We need more money.

We need a project manager.

Okay. You're hired.

- Yeah, right. - Yeah. Right.

- Syd. - Nat.

- Not good. - No. Bad. Bad.

Fuck.

Yo. Cousin, can you call Sal?

I need a drywall estimate.

Thirteen.

Thirteen what? For what?

That'll be his drywall estimate.

Oh.

Okay.

Yo, you ever think about purpose?

I love you, but I do not have time for this, alright?

I have time for this.

Purpose.

What's my purpose, homie?

Your shirt says "Original Berf."

It's a printing mistake.

Collector's item.

Yo, um, I'm trying really hard to be on board

with all this new shit, cousin.

I'm, uh, I'm reading a lot.

I'm trying to learn about who am I to my history.

So in one of these books, there's this dude who's got...

like, no skills,

no personality, nothin'.

All he does is watches trains.

Watches trains do what?

Watches 'em be trains.

And he's got this...

group of friends that he's had since he's a little kid,

you know, and they're all the shit...

and they're outgrowing him, like,

one's like a sick athlete, one's a genius.

This other one's nasty on the keys.

Then, this other one, she's got, like,

charisma like a motherfucker.

And one day, out of the blue,

boom.

They drop his ass.

They just... cut that motherfucker off.

Why do they do that?

'Cause he's got no purpose.

Okay, so, wh-what does he do?

I don't know. I haven't read that far.

But I do know that I'm...

forty-five. I've been here a long time.

You feel me?

I mean, you know what the fuck you're doing, you know.

You love all this shit.

It's fun for you.

I don't have that.

I'm afraid one day, I'm gonna wake up

and you guys are all just gonna cut...

just drop this ass.

Richie, I'm not gonna drop this ass.

This shit's not fun for me.

- (sniffs) Yeah, but you love it.

That doesn't make it fun.

If this shit is not fun for you, cousin,

what the fuck is fun for you?

I don't know. I have to get back to you on that.

All these pots are toast, mama.

We're gonna have to get the good-good for the new Jeff.

New Jeff?

If Carmy is the executive chef

and you're the CDC, you're the new Carmy.

We need a new Sydney.

Um, okay, well, good-good is expensive.

So let's just see what we can salvage here.

Sydney, look at this shit.

Half of these pots are burnt on one side.

Well, you know, it's always about the craftsperson, not the tools.

Yeah, okay, these are, um,

just really cheap, shitty restaurant supply bullshit.

Maybe we can Bar Keepers Friend some of them.

Hmm, science, baby.

Well, do you want a little more science?

Always. I love learning this shit.

Okay, well, on the good-good,

there's, like, all these stacked layers of steel,

and in between them is an aluminum core.

You're an aluminum core.

Oh, hi, baby. - What's up, T?

- How you doing? - Aw.

Just, like, lurking, waiting till I, like, said that or...

No, no, I just walked in, perfect timing.

Yeah, okay.

- How is she? All good.

Um, nurse just had an emergency.

She'll be back tomorrow, and Chester's got her.

If you need anything...

Yeah, I know.

I'm gonna find you a new home.

That's gonna be my home.

Your home's my home.

Oh, don't worry about me.

I got it, you know. Just heavy as shit.

Shit, uh... Well, never mind.

That was much easier.

Corner.

Corner.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

You...

Fudge.

Yo. Nat, what was that great idea we had the other day?

- The one I said to write down? Yeah.

I don't suppose you wrote it down?

- No. I'm starving. You want? No, that's yours.

I thought I wanted it, but then I wanted to throw up.

In other news, I reviewed your numbers.

Mm-hmm. And?

Aside from being vaguely kinda a little bit sorta close,

you're missing an IRS stipulation.

Which IRS stipulation?

The one that says businesses

have to have all previous debts be current...

Yeah, but we're on a payment plan.

And complete before any new business license is granted.

That can't possibly be true.

Here.

- Alright. So that's, that's definitely true. - Mm-hmm.

Okay, great, I can figure that out.

Um, thank you. Thank you for, uh, for helping today